Get Carried Away

Because SOMETHING should be playing for my triumphant return to blogging.

Here's my brain over the last month...
"Hmm, it's been about a week since I've posted.  I should probably post something. Doesn't even matter what really.  But I don't have any new pictures.  I'll do it tomorrow."
"Crap.  Now I haven't posted for almost two weeks.  I have to think up something good to post about.  It can't just be something regular or people will wonder why I've been away for two weeks (all 5 of you who read this blog).  But nothing big is happening.  O... A-girl's birthday is in a few days.  I'll post after that."
"Shnikes.  Three weeks later and still no post.  Now I'm just lame.  I should just give up on blogging.  Just kidding.  Next week I'll make my triumphant return."
Now here we are, week 4, and I'm finally posting again...about my lack of posting.  But WAIT!  Let me make this a metaphor (hopefully a funny one) and then we can all move on.

Not posting for a month is like being constipated.  The more days that pass by, you get more and more frightened of having to do it.  Then, finally, you grin and bear it, and in the end, everything comes out okay.

To make up for that totally awesome metaphor and this scintillating post, here are some pics of the little lady's 2nd birthday.
Oh, how I love her.

My blood type is O Negative.
In contrast, one of the people I love most in life and aspire to be is B Positive.
How annoying is that?
When she first told me her blood type, the only response I could muster was, "Of COURSE you're B Positive."

So I've decided that my tendency toward negativity can be blamed totally and completely on my blood type.

"That glass is TOTALLY half empty."
"I'm never going to make it." (usually muttered while running up an extremely large hill.  Awful)
(when baking) "This is going to taste awful."

Then I realized something.  I was talking to a good friend, who was telling me about her girlfriend who is very barely pregnant but started telling people.  My friend was worried that she was sharing her news too soon- what if something happened?  So she said, "I'm excited for her, but trying to be the voice of reason."
And here's what I heard myself say...
"You know, is something does happen, it's not going to suck any less just because you told her that it might.  The best thing you can do is be excited for her, and be available to comfort her if something does happen."


Don't think my blood type will be changing anytime soon, but I'm definitely hoping my attitude will get the picture and
B Positive.