The difference a clean fridge makes

Some pictures for the taking.

Inspired by an old friend to start blogging. Have been mentally blocked in the writing arena for some time. Probably because I have a 90 page novel that is far from being finished but feel in my heart of hearts is my ticket out of the cubicle life.

I read somewhere that if you aspire to be a writer, you must write everyday, about anything and everything. So here I go.

We got back from Our First Annual Family and Friends Tybee Island Trip. I spent months counting down days (which, in turn, made them crawl) to when we left. Its nice to not be anticipating something. To live and let live. Its also nice to feel like myself again.

First Trimester ended as soon as vacation started but I haven't started feeling better until just recently (i.e. yesterday). Pregnancy sucked the soul out of me and all the joy that went with it. Damn uncontrollable hormones.

Anthony cleaned out the fridge yesterday. There may have been an undisclosed bargaining tool used but it is clean none-the-less. I told him I wanted all the "stinky" (i.e. rotten, moldy food) out of the house and the moldy Tupperware cleaned before I got home. It is amazing the difference a clean fridge makes. I now have hope to go grocery shopping (seriously, we had no room for groceries because of the mounds of moldy leftovers).

The house has gone to shambles because I've been sick with pregnancy and mess, for me, equals hopelessness. I looked around my dressing room (soon to be dressing room/nursery) and had a desire to clean. I suddenly had hope. The first trimester is passing.

Tonight is Anthony and my birthday dinner (our birthdays are in May, mind you). Its the only family tradition my family has. My Aunt and Uncle and their kids, my parents, Anthony and I congregate at least once a month a Mema's house and she prepares whatever meal the birthday folks desire. I'm excited about our meal.