My name is Jenn, and I'm a 27 year old married and babied chick. In addition to a husband, a seven year old daughter, and a five year old autistic son, I also have four cats, three hermit crabs, two frogs, a few fish, and one snorty little Pug. I work from home doing a variety of writing and even some web design. I love blogging, digital photography and web design.
Have you ever had a situation come up where something that you’re involved in turns out to be a hell of a lot more than what you thought you were committing to? I’m not complaining, exactly, but I’m definitely chafing at the “restraints” that I didn’t initially realize would be in place. I’m also slightly worried, because what if I can’t commit to the extent that I’m expected to? I don’t think whining, “but I feel slightly misled because of X, Y, and Z” is going to really do much for my case. Hah.
But I swear, I’m not really complaining. I love the… commitment. I really do. I just need to make sure that I’m doing everything I’m supposed to be doing! Like, if you want me to write about bridesmaids gifts, then say so. Don’t lead me into a project about kids clothes or party invitations and then throw a new subject at me!
With that said, it’s not quite noon on a Wednesday afternoon and I could quite happily go back to bed. I guess that’s what I get for consuming three full-sized shots and 3 ounces worth of a mixed drink (that I swiped from my brother-in-law, haha) last night. As I said in my last blog entry, gastric bypass surgery & alcohol generally don’t mix! That’s because with a much smaller stomach and three feet of small intestine being removed, I absorb everything *much* faster than the average person. I was seriously dizzy-woozy-tipsy off of a HALF of a shot within FIVE MINUTES of drinking it!
But it’s all good. I’m careful, and I would never drink that much if I wasn’t at home where I would be able to go crash if I needed to.
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