note: it took me over a week to write all 20 of these, so… just go with it.
one. So You Think You Can Dance is back, which means that I’m going to cry over some crazy ass contemporary style dancing all summer.
two. I’ve officially survived two days of summer vacation.
three. I’m exhausted.
four. Can we just take a moment and appreciate this? Because, ohmygod. Andria posted these last night and I can’t stop staring at them. Seriously. Hello. Way to capture a moment, AL.
five. I organized my closet by color last weekend and there is something about it that is so comforting to me. Like, I can feel my blood pressure settle a little bit every time I open my closet.
six. We’re taking the kids to Wild Waves this weekend. Good idea or bad? I can’t decide. I’m hoping that it’s not raining, although, I’d rather have it be raining than crowded.
seven. I just browsed through the newest editions on Nordstrom and couldn’t find a single pair that I was obsessed with to share with you. Scratch that. I couldn’t find a single pair to share with you that was under $400.
eight. I think the most I’ve spent on a pair of shoes was around $250 for a pair of Frye boots. I’ve worn them about a dozen times in the six-years I’ve owned them.
nine. We took a little online poll about what Kanye and Kim would name their baby. My guess was that they’d name her Kanye West, because we know how Mr. West feels about himself. I’m pretty sure he only had a baby with Kim because he couldn’t have a baby WITH HIMSELF. I have to say, there were some pretty hilarious suggestions.
ten. Today, I calmed a frantic soon-to-be-kindergartner mom who was consumed with mommy-mill rumors. Can I tell you how fantastic it is to have your second child start school? I think I’m actually enjoying Meg’s kindergarten experience because I don’t feel like my head is spinning with the unknown. It’s really lovely.
eleven. There’s a new Kidz Bob version of Macklemore‘s Thriftshop. It’s pretty good. Especially when I still add the “motherfucker” parts.
twelve. We should go to this. Want to?
thirteen. I wish that my single girlfriends would give me little calling cards with their picture on it that I could discreetly slip to the single guys that are always working at this Starbucks. It would be so helpful. For all of us.
fourteen. Swim lessons. Every weekday for two weeks. It seemed like a really great idea when I registered and I’m sure that I’ll be pleased with the progress that the kids have made at the end of next week and really, they’re loving it. BUT, swim lessons is totally ruining the flow of my day. Lessons for all three kids, back to back to back, keep us there from 9-10:30 a.m. and by the time we get home, they’re wiped, hungry and semi-cranky, which means that the morning swim session is pretty much our activity of the day. Swim lessons, you’re cramping my style.
fifteen. My first book club is this week. From what I hear, I should hydrate for the next two days in preparation.
sixteen. I bought Macklemore tickets today. I originally had four amazing reserved seats in my basket, but something funky happened and the page accidentally refreshed and I lost them. And, I nearly cried. After trying for another hour, I finally got my hands on two general admission floor seats, which means that we’ll be in the crowd at the Key. Better brush up on those mosh-pit skills from the old days. (I’m not kidding.)
seventeen. We popped up to Menchie’s after dinner tonight, mostly to just get the kids out of the house for a few minutes and get some fresh air in their lungs before bedtime. I was disappointed with what I picked. Such a letdown. The whole thing tasted like plastic to me.
eighteen. Tonight was the first time ever that we’ve walked to Menchie’s without someone falling/tripping on the way there or the way home. It was a small miracle.
nineteen. My to-do list for Wednesday: Run. Clean the bathroom. Swim lessons. Play date for Janie. Housework. Eye surgeon appointment for Janie. Prep dinner. Work. Hopefully be in bed at midnight.
twenty. There is a jicama in my fridge right now.