In all my clicking this morning I came across this:
Ummm ... thank you How Not To Dress Like A Mom. You made my world a happier place this morning.
(and if you're in a reader and the video did not embed ... please click over here and watch. please please please! it will make your life a better place. i promise.)
And no, I'm not a mom (or even going to be one soon.). I have just started this interest in looking at style blogs, especially ones that aren't necessarily full of "hip and trendy". I live in the middle of MT. Hip and trendy here is a pink pair of Fat Babies and some wranglers. But it's nice to see some options that look cute and doable. And I figure if I start looking at stuff to wear when I'm pregnant now, before it's happened, then I can start out my pregnancy by being cute. Plus I like looking at pictures of preggo people. They're cute.
Does that sound creepy? I really hope not.
Speaking of cute and doable, this morning I put on my flip-flops, even though it was only 37. The sky was blue, the sun shining and the thermometer kept heading closer and closer to 40, so I figured it would be a nice, balmy 60 degree day (ummm yeah ... I grew up in Minnesota and now live in Montana. when I was little the rule was once it hit 50 you could wear shorts and play in the sprinkler).
Anyways, we get out to camp (just 5 1/2 miles but 1000 ft higher) and IT IS FREEZING! Luckily I work inside. That wind is just brutal!
True confession time :: those first two were from last week. As in April 16th. Nice. I don't know how many times I've started this and not finished. In the words of Liz Lemon : blurgh.
I'm in the middle of working on my final exam right now. I have finished 2 questions out of 5 and I am on page 5. Overachieve much?
It's also frustrating me because it takes me sooooo long to answer one question. Mostly because I don't wanna so I click on my Reader, then I click on Facebook, then I check the news headlines. Of course as soon as any new tweet pops up on my Chromed Bird I'm all over that like white on rice.
Speaking of rice, I dreamt about making Pastor Ryan's Mexican Lasagna (via PW). Yes, I dreamt that I decided to make it, out of the blue, with the ingredients I had on hand. I stalled somewhere around the rice. But the rice part of the dream was loooong. It was strange.
I dream a lot of strange dreams. A LOT. I've heard it gets worse when you're pregnant? Oh boy!
My husband picked me these flowers yesterday:
Happy Friday one and all! Hope you have a relaxing weekend planned. We have a bunch of K-5th grade kiddos descending upon camp tonight so Rachel's weekend = busy! Pretty sure I'll be working horses, which means grooming, saddling, leading trail rides, unsaddling and running horses. Life of a secretary!