Making: this salad. I’ve made it 3 times in the last 2 weeks… it’s so good! My only complaint about it is that if you have children you’ll need to allow yourself 7.5 hours to make it.
Drinking: do I even have to answer this question? Wine. From a bottle… from a box… from a can… from an IV…
Reading: I’ve been on page 7 of this book for like, a month. Is it good? Don’t know, I’ll get back to you in 18 years when I’ve finally finished it and my kids have moved out so it won’t even matter how I parent anymore waa.
Wanting: like, 12 more months of summer.
Watching: the bachelorette. I love this season so much. I love Rachel. I love Peter. Ugh, that Peter. He’s such a treat for the eyes. Also, I don’t want to toot my own horn, but after the first episode of the season my friend and I sent each other our top ten predictions… and I accurately predicted the top 4… (in this order: 1. Peter 2. Bryan 3. Eric 4. Dean) so… tootie tootie toot toot!
Listening: so much country music. Who am I even?
Wishing: that sweet Bill (Willa) would sleep through the night. And not get up at 5am. Excuse me while I shovel more coffee into my face.
Enjoying: our pool! I went back and forth between buying our pool and another shallower, more obvious kiddie pool with animals and a jungle and 37 other pieces of flair all over it. And anyways, I’m SO glad that I went with ours because it’s so much more substantial and family friendly. And it fits all of us. And it has a bench. And a cup holder. For my wine can Crosby’s water bottle. Best buy of the summer.
Loving: when Crosby will group-hug Casey and I and say “I love you guys”.
Hoping: that we can make room in our budget for a house cleaner. Please and thank you, amen.
Needing: to get my hair done. My regrowth since Willa was born is almost all gray. Not kidding. Not fair.
Feeling: like I want my kids to have a genuinely happy life. More than anything else in the world.
Wearing: one piece swimsuits. No makeup. Jorts. Birkenstocks. Basically anything that’s the opposite of sexy.
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every day should be floriday.
Every time I type Florida, I end up adding a “y” to the end. Floriday is way cuter, they should probably change it.
So we’re back in Portland after the longest/shortest vacation in Florida. You know when it feels like you were gone forever, yet you just left yesterday? That’s the feeling. And can we all agree that there are few things worse than coming back from a great vacation? It’s quite depressing actually. There’s so much build up to the trip and then you have this really great time and then all of a sudden you’re on the plane coming back home and looking at work emails and it’s back to business as usual and it sucks. Not a fan. Whenever I come back from vacation and I’m feeling bummed, I remember the time my (guy) friend cried on our way home from spring break in college because he was so bummed that it was over. At least I’m not that big of a weenie… ;)









I’d pay some good money to be back at this place with these people right meow. I love you, family.
Random sidenote. Today marks my 2nd anniversary of this here blog. And I want to say thanks a million to you all for reading my stories week after week. You give me a reason to keep doing this silly writing thing that I love to do. Fist bump emoji… xo
wut up weekend.
Look at me, posting two days in a row! Who am I even?
Not much to share since yesterday except hi, how are ya.
GUYS, it’s Friday guys!
Should we move on to a fully phrased sentence now? K.
What are your weekend plans? We’re going to play billiards tonight. That’s “shooting pool” to the layman. Whatever, i’m terrible at pool. Or anything in general that requires a sports machine. Yes, a pool stick is a sport machine in my book… Of sports machines.
We’re also hoping the rain lets up juuuuust long enough to go on a hike. I might even try to convince myself to actually DO the cliff jump from last weekend. Stay tuned…
In other news we ARE getting a gym membership this weekend. This summer has been brutal on the meatveggiebag. So, this time next week you can expect me to be all, “oh i work out like everyday etc.”
Also on the agenda this weekend, all the football. Starting at 10am on Sunday. Which means… it’s bloody mary season betches!
What else?
Yesterday I actually shouted the words “share the road!” while biking next to an a-hole driver. And with that one phrase, my transition to a true Portlander is complete. Fred Armisen would be so proud.
Have a great weekend! Make good choices.