If you talk to me in the next day or so, be warned. Not to overly icky, but I cannot stop singing the praises of the Neti Pot. I can smell again! It’s all I want to talk about! (Poor Anthony.) I am not 100% healed, but I haven’t given up the fight (like I was about to on Friday afternoon/evening). And I am looking for forward to my two weeks of relative health before my sickness cycle starts again.
It’s sunny this morning, just like the meteorologists all promised, so that also makes me feel better. I love it when people don’t lie.
I have a hair appointment in a few weeks and I would like to present some options for my next style to you all (you three). Go ahead and ignore the hair color in these styles. I am just looking at cut right now.
I like the length of this one, and I think the wavy/messy look is good for my fine/curly hair. I wouldn't get bangs.
Thoughts on J. Alba's character and talent notwithstanding, I like her layers and color here (something to aspire to?) . . .
This is the most "extreme" option, but the more I look at it, the more I like it. It would be very short for sure!
Please let me know what you think! Or if you find another picture you think I might like!
I have been thinking more about my Birthday List this weekend. (And I’ve also been insanely productive. More on that in a minute.)
First. Do I want my list of 26 items to be (a) New-Fun Things I Want to Do, or (b) Important Achievements I Want to Check-Off . . ?
For example, “Attend a block party” would qualify under list A. “Organize my childhood memorabilia” would fall under B. And then there’s stuff like “Create an original cookie recipe” that would likely be in both lists.
I have thought about making two separate lists of 26 things, but then I’d have to do 52 things, which is one a week. (Which, coincidentally, is the same number of dates KF is attempting to go on this year. And still is fewer things than my mom has to put on her Birthday List. . . wow kids). SO I think I’ll just make a smashed-up list of 26 items. And I’ll try to do one item every two weeks. Because I want to have fun and be accomplished. But mostly have fun.
I am working on the list now. Prepare for the big reveal on February 5th (give or take a day).
Okay, quickly, because I have to share: this has been the most productive weekend. I figured out that all I need to motivate me to clean, do projects and run errands is frothy americanos (duh) and dirty, slightly misogynistic hip-hop music (no comment). It’s amazing, really.
Thanks for all the comments on my last post. Seriously. They made my weekend wonderful. Even more than Kanye!
We watched Portlandia, ate fake-chocolate brownies, and I laughed for the first time today (excepting all my ironic-frustrated-tired laughs from 9:00-5:00. Pals, I saved a life on my lunch break. That’s what my day was like.)
It was nice to come home, give the heroes hugs, and slouch around while reading blogs and eating breakfast for dinner.
Mom and I had a chat about dorky kids and then our Birthday Lists. I have to come up with 26 things to do while I am 26 years old (which happens two weeks from tomorrow). Mom has to come up with a list of 56 things to do while she is 56 years old. (Mom, I hope you take my advice and add colonoscopy to that list.) I have some ideas:
- Go bowling.
- Get a manicure.
- Host a dinner party. (More than two couples. More than two courses.)
- Ride a horse.
- Delete my facebook account.
- Write a ten-minute play.
- Do something really brave.
I would love input.
PS to MOM- jeggings are a real thing. I didn’t make them up. And I’m wearing them right this minute.
A small shout out to you.
I really liked this.
“Being vulnerable doesn’t have to be threatening. Just have the courage to be sincere, open and honest. This opens the door to deeper communication all around. It creates self-empowerment and the kind of connections with others we all want in life. Speaking from the heart frees us from the secrets that burden us. These secrets are what make us sick or fearful. Speaking truth helps you get clarity on your real heart directives.”
The Seahawks didn’t win. Oh well.
But we still had fun watching with a homemade breakfast feast with buddies. It turns out that even though I am not necessarily a fan, I like watching with fans and finding out what a “blitz” and “fade” are. (I will forget by next season.)
One more thing.
I would mortgage our future to snuggle this baby polar bear.
1. Boots that make me feel both a little bit country and a little bit rock-and-roll.
2. Americanos with creamy clouds of steamed soy. Accompanied by oatmeal raisin cookies.
3. The Hunger Games, Catching Fire, and Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins. I don’t remember the last time I was this hooked on a book series. Oh yes I do. Harry P, ya’ll.
4. Staying up past my bedtime for Dexter Season 4 on DVD.
5. The whole horoscope hullabaloo has those with astrological ankle tats looking even dumber these days. As if that was possible.
6. Breakfast date with one of my favorites on Monday morning. (Leisurely breakfast instead of work? Doubly happy.)
7. Inspirational quotes/blogs about life/food/family/future that encourage my weary mind.
8. 18-in-1 lavender hemp soak that I got for Christmas. Nothing could smell cleaner.
9. Finding my cats roosting in the weirdest places in my house.
10. The three day weekend is here. Praise the Lord.