My favorite things

A few of my favorite things from this past week:

The teen participating in Homecoming week & dressing up with friends as Kiss.*


Taking a few quick pictures of the kids before the homecoming dance since they were running late.


Being able to walk around my finished deck.


Seeing this gobble-gobble sitting in the corner.


Having these ladies over for a Sunday/Birthday dinner.



*Notice the absence of "Gene Simmons"? The kid that was supposed to the fourth backed out. The guys still had a blast & I still got embarrassing pictures to pass around when he least expects it.

72 days & counting...

If you don't know what is 72 days away then you are like me - clueless. Or you might be the kind of person that was ready two months ago. That means you are now my arch nemesis. I joke. Sorta.

The event I'm talking about - CHRISTMAS.

Can you believe it?! Christmas is only 72 days away and I haven't bought the first gift.

In fact I haven't even given any thought to what gifts I need. And even worse, I've gone over my calendar and every Saturday until December is committed to something.

Every. Single One.

So I may or may not have been freaking out about it last night around the 3AM mark.



I need to get busy. In a total non-sexual way of course. (Sorry S!)

There are lists to make, numbers to crunch and much, much shopping to do in between all my other commitments.

Hold me. Please.

Birthday Babes

Yesterday was Lil J's birthday...

Post cupcake.

And today is my middle sisters.



Happy Birthday Ladies!

Ask, and Ye Shall Receive

Yesterday I had a few hormonal moments. I posted here whining about the dark mornings. Again. And then I ended up bickering with S over $8.

Definitely not my best moments.

In May I started taking Yaz to help with these hormonal mood swings, and overall I think they have helped. That is until I got sick. During all that I forgot to take my pills.

It was a stupid thing to do but I was so miserable that those pills were the furthest thing from my mind. Once I remembered, I started taking them again but of course it had been long enough to change my cycle.

This week would have been a "white pill" week but I skipped them and started my new pack because of my mistake.

My hormones were not fooled by this and I think they are actually pretty pissed I messed with the schedule. Pissed and taking revenge.

Needless to say I've had some less-than-best moments the last couple of days.

This morning I was laying in the bed, resentful of the dark sky and wishing for the alarms death. I laid there for over 15 minutes, knowing full well I don't have that kind of time to spare in the mornings.

Finally I drug myself out of bed and into the bathroom. As I do every morning, I looked outside. And was blessed to see this...


I ran to get to my camera and tried to take pictures from the window, but there was a glare so I ran outside in my pjs & no shoes.

I was THAT excited to see the sunrise I've missed so much. MY sunrise.

Maybe I didn't deserve it but I was rewarded this morning.





Just when I needed it most.

I'd like mornings better if they started later.

This will come as no surprise but...

I HATE MORNINGS.

Especially

DARK MORNINGS.

They suck. Suck. Suck. Suck.

Suckity suck.

Suck.
Suck.
Suck.

I would much rather see THIS


and not THIS when I wake up.


Only Daylight Savings time can save me so I'm counting down the days until November 1st when my sunrise returns to me.

Showing their true colors...

I've never claimed to be a fashionista.

I prefer comfort when it comes to dressing so you're more likely to find me in mules than pumps. I wear the same jewelry everyday because I can't be bothered to change it. I prefer solids over prints.

Having said that I still find myself following a few steadfast rules when it comes to fashion. Like not wearing white shoes after Labor Day. (I know they say that rule doesn't apply anymore, but it does in my house.)

And I always match. Not matchy-poo-poo - that's something totally different that I don't get down with - but just matching.

So of course the first thing I noticed last night when S turned on Monday night football was that the guys were wearing pink gloves.


No, wait...they are also wearing pink shoes.


And the coaches have on pink hats!


OMG! Our tv is all screwed up, I thought. Or they have went completely crazy because pink totally does not go with the Packers green & yellow uniforms.

Then I quickly realized that the players were wearing pink because it's National Breast Cancer Awareness Month.


But not just the players; the coaches, the referees, and the cheerleaders were all sporting pink in their uniforms.



Again, I'm not a fashionista or a sports fan. At. All.

Still I can't help but cheer for a very fashion forward, socially conscious, compassionate group of guys spreading the word about breast cancer awareness. In my eyes those teams scored more than just touchdowns last night.

It was a good week.

At least it was a good week for some of us. My week was pretty bland but the teen had a GREAT week.


He got his first grades of the year - all A's except for physics, which was a B.

Not too shabby.

Then he found out he was nominated to homecoming court. Although he ended up not being one of the final 4 guys, the best news of the week was still to come.

On Friday we received THE LETTER.

And when I say "we" I really mean the teen, since technically it was addressed to him.


He got his acceptance letter into college. His first pick college.

Oooh la la.

Then he rounded the week off nicely with a SUPERIOR rated, FIRST PLACE performance at Saturday's competition.

Booyah.


So the teen is college bound in 2010 and we are about to be college broke.

And when I say "we" I really mean S & I.

Makes you wonder why the teen is the one with the "serious face"?!