Link ups enable randomness

I've been so out of the game lately that I'm diving right in thanks to some really random pictures I've taken with my phone over the last week. 

My completely insane homeless person lumber man. 

New pixie hat that was picked out by popular demand. 

I am obsessed with his face, and how short I appear in this picture. 

Sometimes it's 3am and I'm still awake so I give myself a combover. Don't judge.

Yoga & Candles = best day ever.

Light Butterbeer Latte  to warm a frigid fussy afternoon. 

Hipster baby stole my glasses. 

Sick beard.

Completely cold turkey, absolutely no slip ups. 

I've entered the phase where I can't help but roll my eyes when ever I hear someone say

 "OMG I need a cigarette." 

It's fun, go link up!

Confess yourself

Psychoanalysis is the confession without absolution. 

I confess...
That I finally used the ceramic pots & pans sets that I got for Christmas and they are amazing, I am obsessed. I can't believe I waited so long to use them. 

I confess...
That I still haven't had a cigarette and at this point I feel like my biggest motivation is being able to say honestly "yeah, I just up and quit just like that" to people I used to stand around smoking with. I'm kind of a prick like that. 

I confess...

That I am finally on the Chobani bandwagon, a bad experience a few years ago scared me away but it was on sale this week so I thought I'd give it another try now I am completely obsessed with  it's delicious goodness.

I confess...

That I never give myself enough credit and need to stop talking myself down. Example of the week: A friend of mine came over to do yoga and before we started I blabbered on and on about how I wasn't flexible anymore and when we were done she commented on how surprisingly flexible I actually am.

I confess...
That this is just as yummy as this because they're pretty much the same dish and I know this because I made both the other night due to a surplus of chicken in my fridge.

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Friday Confessional

I confess...

That when I'm scheduled to work a Saturday and Sunday 3pm-11pm shift I shouldn't be picking up a 11pm-7am on Saturday night because the 8 hours that I've left myself in between shifts never allow for enough sleep and I end up feeling like I'm ready to kill someone by 7pm on Sunday night without fail, every-single-time. 

I confess...

That I haven't had a cigarette since this passed Sunday morning and so far I haven't had a headache or bitten anyones head off. I feel like the only reason I still want one is because I told myself no. I'm such a brat sometimes but that's no reason to give in.

I confess...

That deciding to turn my old glasses into my "at work" glasses because of the knocking around they undergo on a regular basis has led to me not really wearing my new glasses because I don't go anywhere. I need a hobby or something.  Maybe I just need to get used to the idea of multiple pairs of glasses.  Any suggestions? 

I confess...

I haven't worked out in weeks and I feel totally awful about it. I really need to get back into the swing of things but I feel like I have no time which is weird because I'm not really doing anything.

I confess...
I've had a package sitting on my dining room table waiting to go to the post office for almost a month. I have no excuse and I should be flogged.