the good:
currently listening to david gray radio on pandora and eating farmer's market cherries and snap peas while banana bread bakes in the oven. in my pajamas. i'm not sure much else can compete with this kind of relaxation.
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oh yeah, except yesterday i spent three hours reading poolside.
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lara introduced me to the HeyTell app. smart phone people - DOWNLOAD. it's genius.
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my mom is cancer free.
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still sky high after so much juarez-ness in my life: celebrating sterling's homecoming and a surprise visit from kai.
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just like that, lara + andi arranged a visit to salt lake so we could celebrate andi's birthday fun and fancy free tomorrow. i always appreciate a spontaneous, flexible, married, mother-of-an-infant friend. fun things are still possible after wife and motherhood, people... just ask andi. she always works it out. of course, summer time spontaneity is always possible when your friends are school teachers.
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my skin is 38 shades more mexican today than it was when i woke up yesterday.
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a tuesday afternoon movie: super 8. because it's totally normal to go to a movie on a tuesday night.
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a long overdue day with brooke that started at 930 at the farmer's market, did its time at the pool, chili's, the broadway theater, and gourmandise {passion fruit cheesecake tart, anyone?}
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the mystery of the jets coastline v-neck swimsuit that drove, literally, thousands of people to my blog... out of nowhere.
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The Project is back!
the bad:
The Project is back.... which means i've resorted to drinking diet coke out of a can. in a red dixie cup. with ice cubes from the ice cube trays in the lunch room freezer.
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it's possible that this was the longest work week of my life. boring as everrrrrr.
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four wedding announcements in the mail this week and none of them were mine.
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running. there's not much more to say about it than that.
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the round of peas i picked from the garden were bad. all this time... effort... anticipation... and then a let down.
the ugly:
my ward. i've given it 10 solid sundays and we still have no chemistry. we're just not compatible. not when things like this happen. just another reason why a husband would make my life, at least 1/7th, easier: no more ridiculous sundays spent in a singles ward.
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