happies.

Today I am....
... happy. Just. Happy.
... completely obsessed with these pin thingies. Mmmmmmmm.
... ready to create a page. And that never happens these days. Just feels good to not want the pressure... and to just DO what and when I want to.
... excited about work. For reals. Data analysis is hot. I think that should be a page. Hee.
... full of yumdelicious chicken broccoli braid because Holly is an enabler... (and I get points for being the best wife ever for leaving the broccoli off of one half for Mike, king o' the picky eaters)
... feeling grateful that Max, while fat, is healthy and happy and didn't bite any vets and/or vet assistants today. Phew. Love that pudgy dog.
... so ready to see this girl next month. And this one, whenever that trip out here is. And for November.
... still in love with this bag and glad it wasn't just an impulse buy. Kinda makes me feel like I should go hiking instead of doing what I should do. And that makes me happy.
... needing to catch up with people, on email, with birthday surprises, on life. I am behind. Very much so. And I know I need to work on it. For the record, I love you all regardless of the consistency of my communication or the tardy-ness of my b-day love to you. Sigh.
... ready for new TV. Heeeeeeeeeeeee. I can't help it. Love love love fall premieres.
... busy.
Yeah.
That's where I am today.
And it feels not so bad.
xoxo,
g

slacker.

You know you're slacking when your dear friend and sister both manage to post about your husband's surprise party before you do.
Hee.
Whoopsies.
It was suprising...
and lots of work...
and amazingly fun...
and I think I actually managed to not only keep a secret from Mikey, but shock the heck out of him....
so that made me glad.
Case in point --->
Heeeeee.
That's Mikey checking out the scene.
Realizing that...
NOPE...
E and I didn't just decorate the house for fun.
The best part of that to me...
Is that we're that predicatable...
It's a birthday?
We should get a cake
.... and balloons
... and confetti
... and decorations
... and maybe a nice plastic tablecloth.
Yeah.
Good times.
And
Yes
I do realize that I cannot take photos with my lens cap on.
I'd already given up at that point cuz I was too nervous and jumpy.
Hee.
So thank you, Jess!!
Oh.
And he's not REALLY grimacing.
That's just a normal Mikey face.
I swear, he's happy.
... really.

On an unrelated note...
Fillings = no fun.
I never had one when I was little (insert impressed/ wowed/ shocked applause here)... but do now. And getting them filled?
I didn't so much like that.
I cannot imagine having that done when you're a little kid.
Seriously.
Traumatizing.
Egads.

In summary.
Work = good.
Scrapping = not so much good.
(this whole calls thing? Not for me. I'm not a good under-pressure scrapper.)
Max = on a diet (he was looking at little like a barrel.... my bad... although, I'm guessing that means I look like a barrel too)
Mike = reveling in the fruits of his birthday party.
Me = sleepy... hungry... the usual.

xoxoxo,
g

perfect specimen....

Let's see if Blogger likes me today.
And wants to show you this piece of heaven --->
Goodness.
Target invented this for nesting.
Oh yes it did.
Down filling
Fake fur
the nesting possibilities are ENDLESS.
Although I sense I'll be fighting Maxxy for it the majority of the time.
I've been waiting
and waiting
and it went on sale.
FINALLY.
Love me those lil' orange Target sale stickers.
Always a sign of good things.

Last week, Katie asked me what I want to do NEXT. Which started off a whole downward spiral for me of self-doubt, questioning myself, my decisions-- whether or not I've let myself down-- whether I dream enough and do enough to reach those dreams-- reach high enough-- DO what I should be doing... Lately, I don't think about next. I think about now. Everything after right now seems so uncertain. And my best laid plans? Don't seem to work out the way I expected. So I've pretty much stopped. Wondering. Thinking. Planning. Hoping. But last night I asked Mike what he wants to do next... and he quite simply said he wants to be a dad. And that reminded me that I still HAVE to think about nexts. Without hope that things will happen, I'm not sure who I am. So-- we're working on it, baby. And I so hope it happens. And I'm going to let myself have that hope.

Hmmmm.
The point of this post was going to be to do sweet Jessie's yesterday, today, tomorrow.
But now I'm rambling.
So I suppose I'll ramble on, eh?

Yesterday....
I slept in til 9... and it was heavenly
Thought about getting a Pumpkin Spice Latte...
... made coffee at home instead...
Mike and I ran errands because, you know, it's his b-day week and he has money to burn now.....
We talked about Bloomington and how much we miss it
Made dinner for the Spragues
Became deeply involved in EW's fall TV preview (oh the obsession)
Got called a "friend" by Miss Rowen Sprague-- which, in my book, is a compliment in the highest, since I know that's typically reserved for trucks and trains...
Waited an hour for the worst dinner ever (I'd blame Mikey, but he says it's my fault for not making US what I made Jess and family.... hee. I suppose he's right...)
Thought about flossing...
Really needing a haircut

Today....
Enjoyed the fact that it wasn't 90 degrees on our morning walk
Thought about getting a Pumpkin Spice Latte...
... made coffee at home instead...
Gave some thought to going back to yoga after the infamous cryinginchild'sposewhileColdplaywasonbecauseIthoughtofAlex incident....
Found my prenatal vitamins (yeah. they were lost)
Tied a ribbon and flowers around Max's neck (that's what happens when you're a scrapbooker's dog and said scrapbooker is trying to clean up her space)
Found the perfect nesting blanket
Thought about running over a good third of the people in Target with my cart
Cleaned out my gym bag (good intentions)
Balanced the checkbook and paid bills
Did not catch up on email... again. Because I am a bad bad person.
Contemplated watching the dirty jobs marathon cuz Bridge is
Still need a haircut
Sang "Here It Goes Again" in my head... all. day. long.
Cooking a Rachel Ray dinner
Dreading the fact that the work week is starting...

Tomorrow...
Will get a Pumpkin Spice Latte cuz I ran out of creamer and they didn't have my kind at SuperTarget (and I'm glad about that)
Getting a haircut
Likely to think some more about yoga
... and the gym....
... but not to do anything about it.
Will start to be anxious about hearing news from my OB
Hoping to find the mojo to scrap
Three work meetings
Cooking another Rachel Ray dinner
Looking forward to House
Starting off the week for real.

... and that is all she wrote.
Enjoy the rest of your long weekend, sweet friends.
xoxox,
g