Some days you’ve got it. Some days you don’t. That’s okay.

I discovered that the Whole Foods down the street has a taqueria. So! Guess who has a burrito bowl sitting on her desk right now? Well an empty one. I already ate it. It was tasty, but not like Chipotle or Qdoba tasty. But defintiely ‘will eat again because Whole Foods is just one block from my office‘ sorta tasty.

Have you ever stared at your face so long (or someone else’s face) that is starts to look weird and distorted, like everything just looks wrong and then you can’t unsee that shit? Just me? Okay then.

I made the law firm a nice little chunk of money this morning, and so now I feel justified in sitting here for the next hour fucking around while waiting on my next appointment to show. There are piles of cases around me that need attention, but meh. So much meh.

Now that I’m 39, I’m trying to find some sort of, I don’t know, acceptance or comfort or something like that with my looks. It doesn’t really make sense to me anymore that I should be trying to look hot in the traditional sense. I’m not young anymore. I’m middle aged. So I guess I’m trying to look hot for a middle aged chick? It hurts more than I’m comfortable admitting that I can only really describe my looks using that phrase now: “for a middle aged woman.” But at the same time, it is helping me get out of that mind set altogether. I may only be “attractive for a middle aged chick” or “hot for a mom” but I’m also successful, smart, and wise, and none of those things need to be qualified. And those are characteristics I didn’t necessarily have and/or own in quite the same way when I was younger. So idk – just something I’ve been thinking about.

Not to mention that my husband is way into middle aged chicks, so I guess it isn’t so bad. In fact, I showed him a pic of someone the other day who has some pretty serious wrinkles around the eyes, which I do not (yet) have, and he thought it was hot. Food for thought, I suppose.

I have no idea where this post is even going. Obvs.

Where is this year even going? It’s somehow almost November. I was reading an email earlier about some shit going on next week and I realized Halloween is only a week away. Then Thursday morning we are doing something at Freya’s school now. Followed by a trip to KC to see a favorite band. Then driving from KC to Illinois to meet friends for a winery trip. And then there is Jackson’s birthday, so I need to plan his party.  Before you know it, it will be Thanksgiving. Then Christmas. Wow. Soon it will be 2019. I ain’t mad tho. 2018 was kind of a shit show tbh.

Speaking of Christmas, we are doing all the things this year, like really going all out, which is why we were initially so upset when it seemed like we might not have Freya on Christmas Day after all. But that is all settled now, and I am excited about the epic 12 foot Christmas tree we are about to order. I want to make sure it is here and ready to go for the day after Thanksgiving. I am so excited!

This has gotten long. Oops.

Okay, okay. Time to get back to the lawyering.

xoxo

Right. So it’s 3:07 am, and I am not amused.

I just heard there is a Haunting of Hill House show on Netflix so yeah that’s happening.

Speaking of shit I want to watch, I’m going to watch Eighth Grade tomorrow. I told Frey she could watch it too. I bet we have good discussions during and after given what I know about the movie.

This is random I know, but I really wish they’d make another SATC movie.

I have so many thoughts running through my head right now. I kinda think this is happening because my body felt like today was a Sunday. And so this is my Sunday night anxiety spiral, just on the wrong night. So does this mean I get to skip tomorrow night?? Ha. Yeah right.

Today yesterday (Saturday) was a good day. Just saying.

Dude, shit is getting real on Ozark! I find myself caring about what happens like these are actually real people. Lol.

I have an old lady bladder now and it sucks. I have to pee constantly. If I even think about peeing then I’ll have to pee.

Finally got some fall decor for the porch. It’s not quite what I want but it’s a step in the right direction.

When the fuck did I become the kind of person who cares about shit like that? ^^^

I’ve recently noticed I have a thing about doing stuff in threes.

At the office, we use some combination of our initials to mark things on the calendar. We have KH, LJ, TN, CSB, and JPAR. You know I always have to be extra.

I’ve noticed I’m using my full hyphenated last name professionally, but just my married surname socially. I like it like that. Keep the work identity at a distance.

I love being married, btw. ❤️

I love that my most commented upon post of late is the dick pic post. 🤣🤣🤣

^^^see…three

And again.

Why the fuck am I still awake??? JFC

because I forgot my Kindle in the other room.

It’s bubble-tastic in here.

I always wanted a giant bathtub, and I finally got one. This could easily fit three adults. Maybe we should try that sometime.

Today was a long, boring day at the office, but that’s okay. Boring is good sometimes. And it’s not like there isn’t plenty to do.

I’ve started running with the kids and Biz in the evenings. Trying to build up their endurance. Whenever they stopped to walk, I yelled, “Don’t let me beat you. I’m old and fat and out of shape.” It worked! Anyway, I’m calling us the RiekAlt Running Club. More training this weekend.

Our weekend is already quite full actually. Friday night we have a friend’s birthday dinner. Saturday is running and shopping with the kids. Oh and they have both requested hair cuts. Sunday we’re going to the Renaissance Fair. I’m considering buying a costume this year.

I’m reading three books right now, which may be too much. It’s a lot to juggle.

I went down an Oscar Wilde rabbit hole this morning that was quite delightful. I followed it up with some astrology. I was inspired by a friend’s post, and did a little digging into my moon sign. Turns out I’m a Cancer sun and moon, so like a Super Cancer. While I truly can’t claim to be a believer, I have always found astrology to be eerily accurate. I’m a Cancer through and through, and after reading about the Cancer Moon…well let’s just leave it at YEP.

My husband will make fun of me about this ^^ later. Haha.

My Plexus Slim came today. I’m doing the 7 day trial. It’s supposed to make you feel full and also speed up your metabolism. My bestie is using it and is giving it rave reviews. I’ll report back.

xoxo

while i wait on my last appointment of the day to show up.

• I feel pretty gross. Allergies. I read up on how the pollen count is incredibly high this year, and it will probably only continue to get worse each year due to global warming. Awesome.
• For a while, I was worried I was allergic to our dog.
• I started a new Twitter account this afternoon because I was looking for a way to procrastinate. I don’t even know why I bothered, because I’m already bored with it. I just don’t get Twitter.
• I hardly even check Tumblr anymore. Just like once every couple of days to see if my husband or Carrie have blogged. D is actually pretty good at letting me know. I used to get alerts, but those stopped working. Tumblr sucks. I want everyone to move to WordPress. CHANGE YOURSELF FOR ME.
• This weekend is my husband’s 45th birthday. We are having a party on Saturday night. I’m looking forward to it. I guess I need to clean my house though. Boo.
• I was supposed to have a hair appointment tomorrow, but I had to reschedule it due to a court conflict. So now I’m not going for like two weeks. My hair already looks awful, so that’s fun. I know…first world problems.
• My hair is getting longer though, and I like it.
• I have more to say, but my 5 pm is here so I gotta go.