Thanks for all the lovely B-day wishes. It was a good day …once I got rid of the damn hangover! Free hugs for everyone!!
Who's Idea Was It To Drink Wine Last Night
Ugh. Severely hung over this morning. Yes, I know it’s only Tuesday, but it’s my birthday and the girls and I felt the need to get our “party on” early. Today my mom is 90 years old. I’m still not going to tell you how old I am. You know, that “age is just a number” thing? I have it. Every year I tell people that I gave my mom the best birthday present...
Happy Birthday Chris! I’m honored to share my B-day with you!!!
If you stay up late enough, it turns into your birthday. Happy Birthday to me!
Girl’s night out. ;)
Cleaning, unpacking, packing. Rinse, repeat. (Or something like that.) I have had no time for anything else. (Somebody bring me a mojito.) Today it will snow. Again. This is to be expected. It’s Winter. (It snows in Winter.) Happy Monday!
Teach Your Children Well~
The daughter was supposed to come to Florida, with The Man and I, last weekend. Then, in a sad turn of events, her project manager decided that she and her co-workers would have to stay and work on THAT particular weekend of alllll weekends. She was an unhappy camper, but that’s the way it goes in her business. So last night I got a call. She booked a ticket for her and I to go to Florida...
I just can’t get back into the swing of things after a week down in Florida. I did unpack a little bit yesterday, and I have freshly brewed coffee in my favorite mug, and all the snow melted, and I got to sleep in my nice, comfy, bed and I’ve got this great, big, lovely, long, run-on sentence. So there’s that. It’ll have to do…it’ll have to do. Happy Tuesday!
Good-bye Florida. I loved being in you! Michigan is a cold, hard, bitch but somebody has to handle her. P.S. My forehead is peeling.
Oh dear, Seattle is having a snowstorm? Well, I got really, really, sunburnt today. *if you could hear my voice, that was said rather smugly Happy Wednesday!!
I’m in Florida… on my computer. You can hardly tell, can you?
Just Like The Old Days~
There’s a seven foot giant sleeping in my family room. No, he doesn’t have seven feet. What I’m saying is, he’s really, really, really tall. Like, “I can see the top of your refrigerator” tall. (And yes, I know it’s dirty up there. We’re short, we don’t care) He’s snoring. And I feel guilty, for making noise, while I make my morning...
5’ 2”, eyes of blue… I am the tallest girl in my family. I will pillage your village. I will look down upon you to see if your hair part is straight. I will….forever be shopping in petites! *sigh*
Sometimes you have to walk to the mailbox in your shorts and flip flops because, hey, I’m packing for Florida.
I got a new driver’s license. I got a new driver’s license, in the mail, and the State of Michigan is stamped on my face. It looks great. Really. And, sadly, that’s about as exciting as my day got.
Things You Should Know~
Despite putting birthdays on my new 2012 calendar yesterday, I didn’t know what day it is today. I now know it’s Monday. (‘Thursday theme’ really throws me off. Also, I forgot to put the end of the world on my calendar. Crap.) I’ll be eating protein and vegetables for awhile. I need to lose 20 pounds before we go to Florida… on Sunday. Yah, that’s not...
Woke up. First thing I did was check my phone. First post: Pic of babySushi!! Nice work guys!
Sleeping with my phone cause I don’t want to miss a thing. #babysushi
One of the worst things about “the after Christmas”, is trying to find a place for all the gifts. After that, it’s dealing with the boxes. Lots and lots of boxes. Most people burn them, or recycle, or simply throw them in the trash. Us? No. We keep them. I mean, you have to keep them in case something goes wrong with the new device that came in it, right? You can’t return...
Teaching An Old Dog New Tricks
Tonight I learned how to skype on my iPhone, and how to turn up the sound, and how to use the back camera, and while I was doing all this, I took my sister on a whirlwind tour of my house, because why not? I mean, who doesn’t want to see the inside of the toilet, or what I have crammed in my fridge, and how #3 son is grooming his room for the next season of Hoarders. It’s the little...