Crazybananas

My daughter ran off with our American flag the other day, letting it drag all over the ground and get covered in dirt. I think that may be illegal.

Today I purchased a large floppy hat by justifying a vacation I might get to take (maybe) in August. Yes, a large hat. That is floppy.

I make fun of my mom for her QVC addition, but I can see how easy it can be to get in over your head. Online shopping is the devil.

My first kiss was so lovely and romantic, I hate remembering that it was with a total 13-year-old douchebag.

I sometimes wonder if I actually want more kids, or if we should just stay the happy little family we are now. Three is the magic number, or so they say.

Lately I have felt so uninspired, I haven’t wanted to write a word on this blog, knowing it would all come out negative. I’m afraid I might be all out of stories.

I have a very creative friend that wants to start a business with me. The thought of it gets me so excited, but then I remember that this family already owns a business and two entrepreneurs in one marriage could very well equal a crowd. But I can’t help wondering “what if?”

Here’s to the end of another week. May your weekend be filled with refreshing pools, baking in the sun, Michael Jackson tribute mixes, the smell of SPF 50, fresh fruit and lemonade. Happy summer!

Photo via NYC + KC. By me.

Hi there, it’s me! Yes, me! I’m here, on the blog, writing something! Amazing, isn’t it!

I feel like I owe everyone an explanation to where I’ve been and why I haven’t been writing as much as I normally do. But then I remember that only three people read this thing anyway, and you all know me well enough to know when I need space, I will certainly take it.

And really, that’s it. There has been so much going on in my offline world, that I haven’t had the time to sit down and document it like I enjoy doing. Both good and bad.

So I figured, in a grumply fashion, I’d write about not writing. Because when I do that, it usually leads to more writing. Because I’m certifiably insane.

And now I’m off to brave the 105 degree weather with 80 percent humidity, by taking Lu to the pool. Maybe I’ll Tweet about it. Maybe I’ll take a daily photo. Maybe I’ll even post a song . But I probably won’t write about it here.

For now.

This might be my favorite picture of the Professor. Poor Molly Moo gets dumped on more and more now that we’re in suburbia (a walk? damn, dog, just poop in the backyard!), but we still adore her. Even though she insists on sleeping right next to my side of the bed and tripping me every morning.

Just wait for this Halloween…I suspect the entire family may dress up as characters from Star Wars…after all, I totally have the Darth Vadar mask and Molly would be the perfect Yoda. Now I just need to convince Trent to wear a gold bikini, and we’re set!

I pride myself on being relatively organized. I like my space clean and simple, not too much junk cluttering my home or office. When things are cluttered I don’t think straight, I can’t focus, and I tend to get a bit crabby (just ask the husband, who is, of course, the most cluttered being on this planet). So today when I spent 10 minutes in downtown KC digging for my keys in my purse, I decided it should immediately be de-cluttered. And holy cow, I carry way to much crap in my purse! I am amazed I don’t have a hernia from lugging this stuff around all day. For example, in my purse right now (along with my keys):

- Small Shinzi Kateh notebook
- Note from Trent asking me to pick up food for dinner
- Lucy’s report card from school
- iPhone (with headphones)
- Package of tissues
- Wallet
- Business cards for work
- A check stub from a work event I attended last week
- Two Kashi cereal bars (mostly smushed from being in my purse)
- One tube of bright red MAC lipstick
- One tube of neutral Lancome lipstick
- One tube of Burt’s Bees lip gloss
- One compact of MAC foundation
- One travel sized bottle of Japanese Cherry Blossom body spray
- One travel sized package of baby wipes
- Two pens
- One bottle of Fekkai dry shampoo
- One iPod Touch (belonging to my mother-in-law)

And seriously, that is way to much crap. Especially considering how often I use some of it (read: never). So I’m de-cluttering. And I have a feeling my shoulders will thank me.