Someday this will be me. I hope.
Someday this will be me. I hope.
Today was for forgetting them completely until I was pulling out of my driveway.
Tumblrs - I know this was making the rounds last week and for good reason. This CA girl gives it a must have. My hair usually is stick straight. This gives it a nice textured wave to it. It’s awesome.
Sunday afternoon Candy Land.
Looney day at work calls for daiquiris.
I just tried to put two contacts in one eye. Happy Friday, everyone!
A nice day for drinks outside and crab cake sandwiches for dinner.
In anticipation of my weekend getaway and trip home to CA, I went a little crazy at Barnes and Noble. Looking forward to Adulting. Love supporting our tumblr friends!
Go back to middle school. The thought of it makes me tremble in fear.
It’s not so much how busy you are, but why you are busy. The bee is praised; the mosquito is swatted.
These are some really khaki pants and I hope it doesn’t look like I’m not wearing pants.
Love you oodles and boodles, Mama!
I know how much you hate me living 3,000 miles away, but you let me because you love me so much. Maybe I’ll be closer some day. Until then, only nine more sleeps until a hug! Thanks for being the one I call when I’m sad and need a pep talk, a laugh, or sometimes a reality check.
6 and 8 year olds birthday party laser tag. My partner in crime was wuzzy.
It’s gotten better since three of the four boys moved out. However, one is still here (counting down the days). He had a get together last night and being that one of my roommates is in law school about to take her finals next week, we texted him if he could just be a little quieter when they got home from the bar. We NEVER ask that of him. In fact, even when they wrestled we still didn’t tell them to quiet down until 3:30/4am and that was because the whole house shook. He said “absolutely we won’t play any loud music or get wild. Just let me know if we are being too loud.” While he was better than normal, it was still:
1. Boys loudly walking up and down stairs at 1:30, 2:00, and 3:00am.
2. Slamming doors
3. Talking outside my window
4. Walking up and leaving at 9:30.
Ugh. There were at least 10-15 of them. Go away! I think this means I’m getting old.
*best thing I heard “you are all invited to the baby shower on June 1. No. These boys are having babies? Just no.
In a short 10 days I will be home in CA for a few - Heading up north with some of my family to my favorite spot in the world, maybe a jaunt to SF, lunch with old coworkers, and hugs from my family. It’s a trip that will help me see if I’m in the right place right now, and hopefully my heart will be filled with sunshine.