I have a problem. A big one. And oddly enough, it’s a form of writer’s block. Or, at least that’s what I tell myself to feel better.

When I write in real life (pen to paper), it has to be quiet but not too quiet. I can’t be full or I’ll get sleepy but if I’m hungry that’s all I’ll think about. I have to have a burst of energy and lots of stimulation. But, not too much stimulation or I get distracted. More than that though, it all comes down to the paper and the pen. If I have a ballpoint pen, forget it. It’s gotta be gel ink. If the pen scratches on the paper, not gonna happen. I need it to be smooth and seamless. If the paper isn’t just the right thickness (thicker than loose leaf but not as thick as parchment or some of those journals out there with the gold trimmed edges) I won’t be able to write. I will throw it all down in a huff and move on.

I am a (self-proclaimed) writing diva. I have a feeling this is why I have so many unfinished projects. This blog being one of them. It doesn’t feel like me and in the end I don’t like coming here to write. It’s hard enough to type when I’m used to writing on paper but I think I (the blog really) needed a facelift. I’m debating on whether or not to just drop some dollas on a custom/premium theme because there are several that just say “you could write on that!” but in the end I’m non-committal. I mean, there are at LEAST 3 premium themes I like so that tells you right there I shouldn’t spend the $75 on one because I’ll just lust after the others.

So, before I start spending money on themes I’m going to try some of these free ones. I apologize for the inconvenience but I’d like to know which one you like. I need your reassurance that you like the younger, prettier and less wrinkled version of me.

This one is called “Fresh & Clean” because I thought it would be good to be a minimalist my first time out because then there’d be less for me to complain about. =] Just a little botox, not an entire nose job. I’m still figuring out the inner workings of this theme so a few more things might change but I’ll let you know if it’s something huge or if I change it.

That being said…here’s to hopefully blogging more often which should inspire my mind to finish my short story and my novel that I’m working on. I mean, a prologue is a pretty good start, right?

It’s not? hmmm…

this is me. this is me with writer's block. gives me chills.

Pizza has pretty much consumed my every thought this week. And probably last week. I have been doing really well with my diet! And I’m working out every single day! I’ve lost 8lbs since mid November! STOP JUDGING ME!

So, tonight, I’m indulging.

I made Greek pizza! Yeah, okay. it’s healthy. (ish). Sue me. I just can’t bring myself to OVERindulge in the bubbly, cheesy, saucy concoction that I really want.

I grabbed a whole wheat Boboli crust from the local grocer and topped it with olive oil, red onions, kalamata olives, mushrooms, tomatoes and feta cheese. And, because the inner Italian in me can’t be muzzled, I topped it with some part-skim mozzarella cheese! I’m so excited typing this my mouth is watering!

And, it’s pretty much guilt-free!

Greek (Goddess) pizza. YUM!

Okay, lots of cheese but that’s what the 45 minutes of cardio at the gym beforehand were for….duh!

1. I’m perfectly content being on my own. I’m pretty sure this is why I suck at blogging and being a good friend in general. I’ve never been reliant on others for my happiness. Granted, there are some days or time periods of over 30 minutes that I want to be surrounded by people but more often than not, I’m really okay with sitting at home watching crappy reality tv. I love spending time with my family and friends, but I enjoy my “me time.” I’d like to think this makes me cool, rogue and independent but it probably makes me more of a hermit.

2. I’m terrified of scary movies. I’m 27 years old and scary movie previews give me nightmares. And I’m not talking “oh god the Volturri are coming after me why won’t Edward save me” nightmares. I wake up drenched in sweat dreaming that I’m the main character getting hacked to pieces in Scream. The weird part? I don’t watch scary movies. My pulse quickens if I go to a movie that’s rated PG-13 for violence. I do, however, ask my husband to describe movies he sees scene by scene to distinguish if I would’ve been able to watch it. Go figure. We now have “scary,” “normal people scary,” and “Alexis scary” categories to describe movies.

3. I am not a picky eater. I used to be a really picky eater but somewhere in my college days I was like “whoa. Food is good. And there is a heck of a lot of types! Lets do this!” yes, it probably contributed to my huge weight gain in college, but oh well. I currently live in one of the greatest culinary cities in the world (I may have given it that title myself but I’m sure it’s in a magazine somewhere) so my inner foodie gets satiated. And I can’t wait to stuff myself full of fresh fruit when I move to Guam!

4. I have a foul mouth. I feel like this fact is a slight cop-out on my behalf because you’d figure it out if you spent more than 2 minutes with me. I’d probably drop at least 2 f-bombs and a couple a-holes. I try to keep the swearage down to a minimum but being married to a sailor it makes that hard. Plus, old habits die hard and I’ve always had a mouth on me. I’m working on it…

5. I’m writing a book. It’s fiction and the emotions of the main character are drawn from things I’ve gone through in real life whether good or bad. And that’s all you’re getting on that subject.

6. I look different in my head than I do in real life. And it’s jarring. I sometimes think I look so good in my head that when I check myself out in the mirror I wonder who it is staring back at me. I’m thinking this is because I’m aging and I am not really sure what/who I’m supposed to look like and I have this idea of what I was gonna look like. They don’t match. And I don’t mean this in a body dysmorphia kind of way. It’s more in an early-onset alzheimer’s way.

7. Oh, this is tricky. I don’t feel like I’m that interesting to have 7 things about me. Hmmm….oh. I’m sarcastic. I guess this could be considered a cop-out as well because you wouldn’t even have to spend a full 30 seconds with me to feel it. I mean, if words could kill I’d have to carry a concealed weapons permit. More than I’d like to admit, it gets me in trouble and I hurt feelings. It’s on my resolution list to stop being such a meanie. It’s really bad because I tend to think I’m pretty funny so I’m “on” all the time and need to learn to shut it off.

Well, there you go. 7 things you probably didn’t need or want to know about me. As I was writing them I realized there were other things to add like my lack of organizational skills and my adoration of vino. But, I’m sure those things will come out in future posts.

Oh. And I’m also part-Dino. Rowr.

So, after a few bumps and bruises I’m going to be making the giant leap across the pond and over yonder to Guam to be with the hubby!

I can honestly say that I’m looking forward to it this time. I am thinking that a few years laying on the beach writing, and drinking adult beverages, is just what this southern gal needs for her soul. The process is going to be long and arduous, but I’m going to do it organized this time. I am starting by getting my doctor’s appointments out of the way, getting the dogs ready to move and then organizing and setting up an inventory of all our household goods.

I’m getting excited. It’s a very weird feeling since the last time we tried this I was full of apprehension. Not a single second thought this time. Gasp, I do believe we’ve grown up! Not too much, so no worries there.

It’s time to set our family (husband + fur babies + wife) down in one place and actually live like a married couple. Yes, he’ll be gone a lot but yes, it will definitely be worth it because when he is in port, I’ll be there too! He’s very excited about not having to eat boat food every night of the week too!

Keep your peepers posted throughout our journey because it’s gonna be a fun one! (well, once I land in Guam that is!)

Just in case you need a refresher, this is Guam. Hubby says it looks just like this so I can get excited! I always did love my drinks with mini umbrellas and plenty o' fruit!

My guess? The restaurants in the area collaborated for a lil scheming…

Apparently, we are too old to party like rockstars. Even the dogs are passed out.

I think they call this payback?