Wednesday, February 29, 2012
I'll be honest, I'm dragging lately. Physically, mentally, creatively. But before anyone thinks I'm throwing my blessings on the ground and hocking a big metaphorical loogie on them, I'm not being ungrateful. Every morning I wake up and my world isn't spinning and I'm able to be a wife and mother, it's automatically a good day.
But being a mother, a working gal, and a writer is really, really hard. My brain feels like the flat end of an eraser. I'm not sleeping a lot. The house is pretty piggy. I need a clone of myself to pick up the loose edges. You know how it goes. So please forgive the lackluster posts. I'll get back to sprightly, heel kicking, springy blogging soon. I pinkie swear.
In other more important news, my friends Cat and Laura recently experienced a big loss in their family. When I saw this I knew they would like it. I love you both and hope you know I'm thinking and praying for you everyday!
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Monday, February 27, 2012
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
1. Anybody else watch Dance Moms? I never throw stones at the overweight, but does anyone else find that situation terribly ironic? Then again, it is reality TV, which, as my wise uncle once stated, is "nothing but a bunch of people who have nothing better to do than sit around and pick lint out of their belly buttons." That's going in my second book.
2. I discovered what C-strings are (which I pondered the meaning of here). DO NOT GOOGLE IMAGE SEARCH THOSE WORDS. Curiosity may not kill the cat, but it certainly confused and grossed the heck out of me.
3. When Matt goes shopping with me he follows me everywhere, like a giant shadow stepping on the back of my heels. I'm pretty sure he's just trying to heard me like a sheep dog until I leave the store without spending money.
4. Jane discovered an important lesson this week: gravity. "Hey, when I hold this sippy cup full of water in the air over my face and drop it, it really hurts."
5. When I was ten I begged my parents for New Kids on the Block tapes. Instead they bought me two Simon and Garfunkel tapes and one Mamas and the Papas. I was not the cool kid in elementary school.
6. Cream Soda is like Root Beer's less attractive sister. I just don't like it.
7. There's an old house for sale in our neighborhood that has a functioning toilet in the middle of its basement for no apparent reason. Then I read The Help and understood what it was down there for. It made me sad.
8. I jokingly asked Matt when he was going to buy Jane a cell phone. He responded, "She can have a cell phone when she can pay for it." And all these years I thought I'd be the strict one.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Jane has put the kabosh on our eating out plans.
That's made a huge difference.
Who knew a few trips to the local burger joint could add up like that?
It seems a little "pie in the sky."
But we're trying.
We're pinching our pennies.
By the way, does anyone else think King Cake is kind of gross?
Monday, February 20, 2012
*Photo taken by the talented Eli Murray. Check out the other pics on his blog.
This is our friend Kelli. She owns the best bakery ever, Sweet Love. You know that phrase, "Never trust a skinny cook?" It doesn't apply to bakers.
See that logo up in the corner of the picture? My husband did that. I just love it.
I didn't really need another excuse to eat. I'm the queen of finding ways to fit more calories into my daily schedule. For example:
"No, I really don't need another pack of Welch's Fruit Snacks, but gosh. I need to finish that spreadsheet. That requires energy. Energy requires food. Preferably carbs or pasta. But I don't have those, so I'll eat these fruit snacks instead."
Kelli's store is just adorable. There's a vintage chandelier in the front window and bright white wainscoting and pale pink walls. I want to live there.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Nothing says "it's a great day" like getting out of my car, walking across the parking lot in the rain, noticing something is stuck to the bottom of my rain boot, and discovering it's a used prophylactic. I've decided to pretend it was an old birthday balloon. I've also decided to soak those boots in rubbing alcohol.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Matt: It's mine.
*Post Valentine Update: So who wore the button? Neither of us. I hid it from Matt a few days ago so he couldn't take it, and then I forgot where I hid it. So no one wore the button. But just wait. When I do find it, probably in April, I'm still gonna wear it.
Monday, February 13, 2012
1. It worries him that I'm talking to myself in the mirror, in third person.
2. It also worries him that I really will skip down the street in front of all the neighbors come springtime.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
When I was little I used to look at pictures of my mom when she was in college and say, "Mom, you were soooo pretty back then." And she'd tease, "What? I'm not pretty anymore?" So that's why I amended my title. My mom IS a fox. How great is this picture? It's one of my favorites. I was a clown that year. Jane will never get to be a clown because Matt's afraid of them. Clowns and spiders are his kryptonite. My kryptonite would have to be scrubbing toilets and lipstick breath. Moving on.
I'm giving away a $25 Anthropologie gift card to one lucky winner. The catch (because there's always a catch to these things)? It's a giveaway for all you lovely folks who have read my book. Head over to Amazon or Barnes and Noble and leave a review. I'll pick the winner from the new reviews posted. Thanks!
P.S. The deadline for the reviews is Thursday night. I'll announce the winner Friday just in case any of you speed readers want to enter. :)