I have a new follower! Katie at The Philosphy of KLo. Except my name is already Katie, so I'm going to call her something else. Like Shannon. Welcome, Shannon!
I definitely don't have anything exciting to share, so I will talk to you about how I want a new bike.
Why don't they make adult bikes with a banana seat?
I'm actually looking for something more like this because I'm a boring grown up:
Except in some gaudy, hideous color because that's what I like. What I'm really here to talk about though, is how I feel like a kid because I'm saving up for a bike. Do you know how long it's been since I saved up for something? We're staying away from using credit cards because I'm planning a gargantuan road trip later this year and don't care for that looming thing known as a credit card payment. Thorn in my side.
I've been saving up whatever outside money I can (not dipping into our weekly budget) for my sweet new ride, including a $15 check from Washington county for my jury duty service. I'm still waiting for a rebate check from my windshield wipers. If that last sentence doesn't sound like the epitome of what every teenager never wants to talk about when they become an adult, then I just don't know what does.
I'm also doing something I loathe, which is selling things on Craigslist. Or, more accurately, putting things on Craigslist and nobody buying them. I'm not selling my garbage or anything, it's just becoming painfully obvious that me (the seller) and Craigslist viewers (the buyer) have something in common: neither of us want those dishes.
Here is a photo of my large head and my unnecessary urge to smile as large as I can in photos. Oh, and Jesse.
Oh, right, JESSE! For those of you interested, a while back we found out Jesse has type 2 diabetes, and we went in for his follow up blood test two days ago. His blood sugars are reeeally close to pre-diabetic levels! This is really great news. And, we have not spent any quality time with Jillian Michaels lately, either. That means we've been terrible about exercising. Just imagine what he could accomplish with his blood sugars if we actually started exercising. He could be a hero. He could go from diabetic to SUPER HUMAN. Or maybe just a fit guy.