searching

I’m trying to find my rhythm here.

(I’m also trying to spell rhythm correctly. Took me four times. Oh, brain — why do you insist on leaving?)

I really thought I had a schedule going but I realized I was posting so little content. Pictures, music videos… but not a lot of writing. And — call me crazy! — I like writing. I think I’m kind of good at it. Sometimes. I’ve been spending some time thinking about what I want this space to be, how I want it to look, what I want it to say. Still figuring it out. I’ll let you know when I do.

I also want to tell you a story about new! exciting! things! going on but, of course, I sat down to write this when I should be getting ready to leave the house, so the story will have to wait. I will tell you that right now the sun is shining, I’m sweating from having my ass kicked by Jillian, and this song is playing on repeat, making me smile.

I’ll be back soon with that story. Promise.

highs & lows [may 1]

Jennifer at Life, Crafts, & Whatever has started a new party and I’m jumping in feet first. Thanks for hosting, Jennifer! 


From last Sunday to this Saturday, we list our highs and lows for the week.
Highs:

  • Fred wrote a song for my birthday. Really.
  • Then he babysat our friends’ kids when I was worried I had strep throat and didn’t want to infect them all.
  • Spending the weekend with Fred’s parents
  • Taking on my first radical craft project. There was sandpaper and spray paint involved. For one brief moment I was totally channeling Norm from This Old House. Minus the flannel.


Lows:

  • Apparently, your birthday only lasts for one day. I think this is crap.
  • Waiting. Waiting sucks. 
  • See above re: possible strep throat. I never went and got my throat swabbed and I had one blissful day free from pain. It started to hurt again yesterday, and yes, still hurts today. But more like I’ve been to an awesome concert where I spent three hours screaming in musical bliss. Do you know that kind of sore throat?
  • Trying to convince my kid she’s not the Ruler of the Universe (please say that out loud in an echoey voice). This is hard to do when you’ve spent most of your own life thinking the same thing. Because, kid? There can only be one.


on the plus side, there’s a chance of free ice cream tomorrow

Fred’s in Houston this week, and so I’ve switched to working all day shifts so I can chauffeur Emma to and from school and not have to find a sitter to watch her at night. Twice. I love being home in the evenings, but this arrangement also means that I spend four hours in the car every day with every single idiot in Illinois.

I also sleep very lightly when Fred’s out of town, which means waking up every 45 minutes or so. I’m tired. And so this will be short.

Here are some things I’ve been thinking about today:

Just because you can doesn’t mean you should. Great discussion. Great ideas. Really need to consider implementing that one.

I’m considering switching to a Blogger or Tumblr blog. I like WordPress but the .com blogs (as opposed to the WordPress.org sites) are kind of wimpy. There’s a lot I’d like to do and my hands are tied. Plus, all the pretty pretty blog templates I see are for Blogger.

I haven’t scrapped anything in months. MONTHS.

Given that my original degree is in writing, I’m thinking about teaching it at work. To people. Who are awake. I’m simultaneously pumped and wicked nervous.

These.

Possibly bringing back Music Wednesdays. For those who didn’t read the old blog, every once in a blue moon (see what I did there?) I’d write about something vaguely music related on Wednesdays. Wow. I could have just said, “Music Wednesdays: just what it sounds like.” At any rate, there’s so much music I want to share with you. For tonight, however, I’ll leave you with the last song I heard tonight.

on the plus side, there’s a chance of free ice cream tomorrow

Fred’s in Houston this week, and so I’ve switched to working all day shifts so I can chauffeur Emma to and from school and not have to find a sitter to watch her at night. Twice. I love being home in the evenings, but this arrangement also means that I spend four hours in the car every day with every single idiot in Illinois.

I also sleep very lightly when Fred’s out of town, which means waking up every 45 minutes or so. I’m tired. And so this will be short.

Here are some things I’ve been thinking about today:

Just because you can doesn’t mean you should. Great discussion. Great ideas. Really need to consider implementing that one.

I’m considering switching to a Blogger or Tumblr blog. I like WordPress but the .com blogs (as opposed to the WordPress.org sites) are kind of wimpy. There’s a lot I’d like to do and my hands are tied. Plus, all the pretty pretty blog templates I see are for Blogger.

I haven’t scrapped anything in months. MONTHS.

Given that my original degree is in writing, I’m thinking about teaching it at work. To people. Who are awake. I’m simultaneously pumped and wicked nervous.

These.

Possibly bringing back Music Wednesdays. For those who didn’t read the old blog, every once in a blue moon (see what I did there?) I’d write about something vaguely music related on Wednesdays. Wow. I could have just said, “Music Wednesdays: just what it sounds like.” At any rate, there’s so much music I want to share with you. For tonight, however, I’ll leave you with the last song I heard tonight.

my version

I don’t have an exciting life.

I’m a public librarian. I’m married to an academic. We have one (most of the time) mild-mannered child.

Exciting is when I’m home for lunch and can have a grilled cheese sandwich instead of the pb&j I usually take to work.

Exciting is when I paint my nails alternating colors.

Exciting is when our small town DQ starts the countdown to opening day (and what we consider to be the official arrival of spring).

Exciting is when Emma can wear rain boots instead of snow boots for the first time this year.

Exciting is when a song I really like comes on.

What’s your version of exciting?

my version

I don’t have an exciting life.

I’m a public librarian. I’m married to an academic. We have one (most of the time) mild-mannered child.

Exciting is when I’m home for lunch and can have a grilled cheese sandwich instead of the pb&j I usually take to work.

Exciting is when I paint my nails alternating colors.

Exciting is when our small town DQ starts the countdown to opening day (and what we consider to be the official arrival of spring).

Exciting is when Emma can wear rain boots instead of snow boots for the first time this year.

Exciting is when a song I really like comes on.

What’s your version of exciting?

citation

It occurred to me that I didn’t tell you the names of the polishes yesterday. Also, I cannot take credit for the ideas of the food.

Ulta Polishes:

OPI Polish:

The sushi idea came up when someone at work mentioned it as a program idea. I did a little hunting and found this tutorial. And the neapolitan cake? Totally ripped off from Annie’s Eats, only I didn’t make a damn thing from scratch and hers looks like a cake whereas mine looked like a pink nightmare.

Completely off-topic, I’m currently battling one of the worst cases of heartburn EVER. I woke up around 11 last night clutching my throat and demanded Fred sit next to me while I writhed in pain and moaned and I think he thought at the end of it all I was going to deliver a baby, so guttural were my moans. He brought me milk and Pepcid and eventually the pain subsided enough that I could consider lying down. This morning I still have that nasty burning in the throat and the desperate need to punch someone. That second item may be unrelated to the first, but I’m rolling with it.

citation

It occurred to me that I didn’t tell you the names of the polishes yesterday. Also, I cannot take credit for the ideas of the food.

Ulta Polishes:

OPI Polish:

The sushi idea came up when someone at work mentioned it as a program idea. I did a little hunting and found this tutorial. And the neapolitan cake? Totally ripped off from Annie’s Eats, only I didn’t make a damn thing from scratch and hers looks like a cake whereas mine looked like a pink nightmare.

Completely off-topic, I’m currently battling one of the worst cases of heartburn EVER. I woke up around 11 last night clutching my throat and demanded Fred sit next to me while I writhed in pain and moaned and I think he thought at the end of it all I was going to deliver a baby, so guttural were my moans. He brought me milk and Pepcid and eventually the pain subsided enough that I could consider lying down. This morning I still have that nasty burning in the throat and the desperate need to punch someone. That second item may be unrelated to the first, but I’m rolling with it.

things i want to tell you

It’s warm here today. Springlike. I’m wearing flats without tights. At this rate, tomorrow will find me in my bathing suit.

Yesterday I saw this adorable post on pugly pixel about glittery confetti nail polish, and when I found myself quite unexpectedly at Ulta later in the day and spied something similar, I grabbed it.

I painted one nail this morning, squealed with glee, and then painted all of Emma’s nails. Because c’mon, confetti nail polish?

It’s like my thumb is having a party and no other fingers were invited.

Should we continue talking about nail polish?

I thought the confetti would look fantastic layered over this shimmery polish I bought specifically for holiday festivities but never got around to putting on… but I do have a party to go to on Saturday night…

I also grabbed these two beauties, and I’m thinking alternating fingers with these two colors will look adorable:

Now, onto food. Today, I had both strawberries AND blueberries in my cereal. It was quite patriotic.

And coffee in my new favorite mug that I picked up at WDW last year.

She just needs some bags under her eyes and it would be PERFECT.

More food? Sure thing.

For dinner at a friends’ house last weekend, I wanted to do a fun dessert for the kids and a Valentine-themed dessert for adults. I then proceeded to lose every remaining bit of sanity I once possessed.

Witness:

 

Yes. That IS candy sushi. The last picture is blurry because all of my nerves were shot to hell at that point.

The next day, I made the biggest, ugliest cake ever:

It was neapolitan. Because I’m insane.

Fin.