This week I'm saying So What! if...
I cry watching the Target "going to college" commercial that runs during the Olympics. Every. Single. Time. That song reminds me of all things infertility and loss and renewed hope. Tear jerker, y'all.
I'm the farthest thing from southern {but secretly wished I was when I was little and used to lie and tell people I was from Tennessee and talk with a drawl. Whaaat???} but still just used the word y'all.
I'm eating a PB&J on my husband's white bread {even though I have my wheat in the bread drawer.} And dayyum it tastes gooooood.
My child is obsessed with Yo Gabba Gabba! Like gets hyper-ventilating-excited when she hears DJ Lance Rock's footsteps. I'm partial to Foofa, Paul likes Muno, and my money is on Brobee being E's favorite. Figures. She seems to be as bipolar as he is these days.
Elena was the only kid during our first "lap time" story hour that couldn't sit still and kept walking into the middle of the room and up to the lady reading the story. #missindependent #rulebreaker
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I'm embarrassed at the ghetto fabulous pedicure I gave myself last night. I haven't polished my own toes since I was a sophomore in college. Dating myself here but that would be circa 1996/1997. Ouch.
Mama wants a new pair of Nike Frees. Even though my current running sneaks are not totally worn out.
It took me a good day to figure out how to suck the water through my new camelback water bottle spout. There's a learning curve for everyone, right? Apparently not, seeing as how my 14 month old daughter figured it out in like 2.5
I love Elena's Crocs more than I could have imagined. I don't know why I am so obsessed. Maybe because when I say "Where are your Crocs?" she points to the little crocodile guy on the rivet thingy. Gah. Love. They just look so freaking cute on her feet.
I am thinking of calling Verizon Fios every single day to beg them to bring their service to Ohio. I miss my FiOS. It was the bomb.com. Time Warner Cable is CRAP. Almost enough to make me never turn on the tube again. I said *almost*.
Fruit Flies skeeve me out. Seriously....where do they come from? I can't have a frickin banana in this heezy for more than a day before I've got those pesky suckers flitting around my face.
I am so super excited to be home in August to celebrate one of my bestie's birthdays. Like seriously CANNOT wait! Paul and I haven't had a line-up-a-babysitter kind of night in FOREVER. Drunk bus + Jersey Shore= It's on like Donkey Kong. Holler!
What are you saying So What! to this week?? Head over to link up with Shannon at LAID to get your So What! Wednesday on! Do it!!!
Ahhh I feel your fruit fly pain. With all the heat we've been having, they are everywhere!! Try putting some balsamic vinegar in a glass, cover it with saran wrap and then poke holes in it, supposedly they love the vinegar and they crawl in through the holes and then can't get back out. Found your blog through the So What Wednesday link up :)
ReplyDeleteYou are hilarious :) I loved the part about the ghetto nail job haha
ReplyDeleteSo my GFC has been acting odd, but it let me follow you through my twitter! Who knew you could that?! So cool!