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I currently have bad case of procrastination. I'm giving a talk on Sunday and it is kind of ruining my life because I'm suddenly feeling super productive like I want to rearrange all my furniture and make jam from scratch and plant a box garden and write a book all at the same time. I don't actually do any of these things, instead I prefer to let it all the energy fester until I have an anxiety attack. And then after that all blows over I can get get to work on my talk. I have this formula down pat guys. 

I'm currently obsessed with British tv: Downton Abbey, Dr. Who, and Sherlock. But they are all on their seasonal hiatus. So I'm currently depressed really. Why do British shows have so few episodes? I'm thinking we may need another revolutionary war. Maybe another Boston tea party except this time we will all dump our tvs in protest of the ridiculously short British tv seasons.  Give us more episodes!!!

I'm currently working on some St. Patricks day craft ideas for a green box exchange with my old book club in CA. We all drew names and we are supposed to send our girl a box filled with green goodies for St. Patricks day. I'm so excited about it and so thankful that I have such a fun group of girls to call friends. Even if we do all live in different states now. We've already made a pact that whoever wins the lottery first has to fly the rest of us out for our monthly book clubs. But until then the green box in the mail will have to suffice.

I'm currently two months sugar sober. And carb sober too for that matter. I had planned to just go eight weeks without sugar or carbs to get back down to my normal weight but I'm really enjoying the way I feel when I don't eat sugar. I will probably incorporate more healthy carbs back into my diet once I do get back down to my normal weight but I'm so done with sugar. That's saying a lot coming from someone who used to eat ice cream for breakfast on a regular basis.

I'm currently freaking out about turning 31 next month. 30 was cool, it was a milestone but crap 31 just sounds lame. I think I'm disappointed too because I had hoped to have another baby by 31 or at least be pregnant. But now I'm realizing that it just isn't happening. And the way things are going I probably won't have another one before 32 either. Dang it. Aaaaand I'm freaking out about Shye turning three in May. WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN? I just had her! I swear!

I'm currently loving my new hearing aids. Seriously, it is so nice to be able to hear better. My old ones were only working at about 50% of the power they were supposed to, so basically everything sounded muffled and muted. Sure makes for some very awkward social interactions. But dang, the bills for these suckers are pinching us hard. I would love to know who decided that hearing shouldn't be covered by insurance. As if hearing were a luxury. Riiight.

And that concludes my exercise in procrastination.