How the date on the post below mocks me.
Since it has been a while and in the spirit of over-sharing, this post will be a host of randomness that will rival America's Got Talent.
Ya'll are all so sweet and many of you have asked about my living situation. After two weeks of moving from renting, to buying and back to renting let me assure you that there was more drama here than any show on the CW. But in the end, we (really mostly my super smart roommate Kim) were able to buy some more time and negotiate with our landlord and will be staying here at least a few more months, which will allow for some breathing room. Thank you Jesus! Something tells me that Dave Ramsey would tremble at the thought of buying a house in a week. I don't know. Just a hunch.
I turned 29 last week which means I will be spending the year with strangers assuming I am a helpless 35 year old who cannot quite bring herself to say the word"thirty." But regardless, it is going to be a good year; I can feel it. Thank you for the birthday wishes. You are way more than I deserve.
Thanks to my overly generous parents, I am the proud owner of this:
Oh how my life is now complete! I feel like I have entered into the realm of big-girl cook. Everything before in my kitchen life was just minor league, amateurish. Today, I even cut it on just to hear the hum of the motor. I am taking suggestions/submission for the very first recipe to grace the perfect, stainless steal bowl. This one and this one look promising. Any ideas?
Why are the Olympics so ridiculously addicting? I had to stop myself this week from adjusting my schedule around the games. Even as I type I am watching tiny young ladies bound on apparatuses that look more like playground equipment. Some of the Chinese women/girls look like they still spend time at the playground. I don't care what their passports say, they still wear the same Goody's barrettes I used in the fourth grade. Can't they take a page out of the US team's style guide? They have much more stylish Olympic hair. Oh, I can't get enough. Maybe my addiction has something to do with this post. Even so, someone may or may not have cried earlier this week during this moment (I tried to find the video, but it looks like NBC is being stingy with their coverage). I am a sucker for red, white and blue. And still a week to come. If you cannot find me, I am probably at home in front of the television, wishing I would have toughed out swimming lessons.
I cannot stop listening to needtobreathe. Their newest album The Heat makes me very happy and induces large amounts of really terrible singing.
This was a fun quiz. Although my results came back as "Duchess of Distinction--Your home exudes a predominately masculine feel, but is nonetheless comfortable, with an air of maturity..." But one peek in my closet at the 30 pairs of shoes, one would think otherwise.
And right now I hear the splash of the pool and Michael Phelps is calling...Favorite thing today: I think it has been proven my love for all things Etsy. And this necklace is so adorable, it just fans the flame.
