It’s hard to come down after a show like that. Wowza.
I’m the only one still awake.
I told D that next year we’re doing the pit. It’s on my list.
Summer dick is back!!
And now I’m in the wet spot. 😂
I got a beer at the show, which I had budgeted calories for, and I didn’t even finish it, because meh.
I’ve eaten so much lettuce over the last few days, I feel like a rabbit.
I earned a fuck ton of activity points
today yesterday by walking two miles and then immediately doing 30DS. Boom. Gotta do that again. (I track it on my apple watch).
I saw this on Tumblr and I like it, though I still personally believe that marriage is, in fact, beautiful. I enjoy the sentiment. 💕
Is it okay if I call you mine, from here on out? As if I could ever stop. ❤️
But then I decided against it. Lol.
Though I did fuck with the laundry. Gotta make sure we have clean clothes for the beginning of the week.
Today will be a chill day. Our plans include lunch on a favorite brewery patio. Eventually we will hit the gym for strength. I can’t wait to do more benching!! I’m hoping to convince the husband that we should do some shopping. Our evening plans include cooking a Mexican feast, followed by the new GoT. We have to watch last week’s episode again before the new one, because duh. That kills like three hours right there, between the two.
This week should be good. My business partner should be back in the office, which means I can hopefully concentrate on my own work instead of being the only attorney. Monday night I’ll have my kiddos back. Wednesday night is NKOTB!! I’m off on Thursday (to recover). Next weekend is packed with all kinds of stuff, including Mother’s Day, which snuck up on me. I guess I’m taking Freya shopping tomorrow night!
I’m bloggy af tonight, bro. I guess I’m making up for how pent up I’ve been feeling recently.
I’m getting mad compliments lately on the Anastasia of BH rose gold eyeshadow I’ve been rocking. Def gonna hit the pan on that one.
Dark hair dye = special pillowcase for like the next week.
That lunch today with James and Carrie: we just pick right back up in that way that you only do with the best of friends. I absolutely adore them.
Idk why, but I’m feeling myself right now, and I’m just gonna go with it.
Today I heard, “Holy shit! There’s no way you’re almost 40,” and I’m fucking here for it!
I impressed and surprised my husband this evening by using the term “wanker” very appropriately. I love making him laugh.
Our dinner was so fucking legit, but next time we’re going to tweak it with a bit of white wine for a saucier finish. Leftovers for lunch tomorrow!
I’m in a fantastic mood, and it shows.
Love you, bye ❤️
I want to watch all of the Alien movies over the course of the next month or so. Scott and I were chatting about them and it got me in the mood to re-watch all of them in order (including the prequels). Sci fi horror is one of my favorite genres.
Our new bed is so delightful, it has made getting up in the morning even harder.
If you are a grown ass woman with a license plate that says “princess,” I’m judging the fuck out of you, and I’m not even a little bit sorry.
It may still be cold, but it’s technically spring, and I’ve decided to start dressing accordingly.
This is my third day wearing my new foundation: It Cosmetics Confidence in a Foundation, and I’m ready to give my review: it’s fucking amazing! I thought I’d end up hating it because it’s both full coverage and matte, which doesn’t usually mix well with my dry skin, but it’s fucking legit. That selfie above is not filtered, and I think my skin is looking pretty good.
Also…see bonus kitty on the bench?! She’s a cutie.
I kind of want to do this, but I probably shouldn’t do this…right?
I am ridiculously excited about the upcoming weekend. D and I have a lot of fun stuff planned.
Tonight is a bestie date. Shopping and dinner. Woot.
I want to buy a trench coat for spring. My old one is worn and not fitting as well as I’d like…it was always a bit too small. But I love that trench coat look for spring. I don’t want a khaki one. Something cuter than that obvi.
Okay gotta go to court. Peace out. ❤️
I woke up last night around 2:30 am in full-on anxiety mode. I went down this rabbit hole of reasons I suck at life, and it just went from there. I think I finally fell asleep again a little after 4 am. I was already exhausted from a bad night of sleep the night before, so I’m really dragging today.
At one point, in the middle of the anxiety attack, I went into the bathroom and just stared at myself in the mirror for a while. It was surprisingly helpful. I guess I needed to see for myself that I was okay. That everything is fine.
My husband is worried about me. He’s so loving and supportive. Always complimenting me, encouraging me, and bascially just loving me through my life. I’m lucky to have him. I feel bad that I make him sad by being this way. Hopefully the bad feelings will pass soon – I need a break from the every day grind (which I’ll get this weekend) and some sun certainly wouldn’t hurt.
In addition to anxiety, I woke up with a swollen knee. I’m hopeful the new meds will be delivered today, and that they will actually help me, though that’s likely to be a bit of a slow burn. These meds don’t fix things overnight.
In other news – just four hours before I’m on vacation. I’ll be out until Tuesday morning. I’m hoping this little break will reset my patience, because the struggle is fucking real right now.
I am leaving a bit earlier than usual today, because I have Jackson’s parent/teacher conference.
I have a bunch of shopping related errands that need to happen before we leave town. Also laundry. And tidying up. And packing. I guess I’m going to be busy tonight. We’re leaving later in the day tomorrow, so I’ll have all day to pack too. I’m a terrible packer. I want to bring all the things.
I took a bunch of pics last night that I had planned to blog – a little date night post – but I think I’ll just keep them for me. I’ll be doing plenty of photo blogging over the weekend, I’m sure.
Fucking finally, yo.
We’re getting another arctic nut punch, but that’s okay, because it’s the month of more daylight hours and Spring. We’re sooooo close to being done with Winter. Seriously…fuck Winter.
Yesterday, I was almost in a car accident. The streets downtown were hella icy. A car spun out right in front of me, and then I did too. It was scary.
This is Mardi Gras weekend, but it’s gonna be a no from me, dog. Like always.
However, I’ve promised the husband and the bestie that I’d celebrate Saint Patrick’s Day, and that’s more than enough worthless, overhyped holiday, ridiculously crowded, day drinking celebration for me.
I’m supposed to be working from home today (before and after the bed delivery) but I think I want to chill instead. Reading and relaxing sound much better. Let’s get a jump start on the weekend, shall we?
Thank god for the “save to draft” feature.
Today has been a fucking shit show.
I’m home now though and soaking away my troubles in my giant bathtub. I had a lovely evening with my kiddos — even after a slightly uncomfortable conversation with the soon-to-be-teen about a topic she’s very defensive about but won’t stop bringing up. Sigh. Whatever…I’m going to keep it real with her like I always do. It’s my job. Parenting ain’t easy, y’all.
Just so I remember:
At one point she said, “I think you just have higher standards than most people,” to which I replied,”No, I just actually have standards.”
She couldn’t really argue with that and so I changed the subject. I figure she can chew on that for a bit and we can discuss it more later.
But all’s well that ends well and tomorrow is another day!
Oh and happy galentine’s day to all of my fabulous ladies! ❤️