Fortunately There are No Photos (that I know of)

I am a first born.  Which means I'm an overachiever.  I can't help it.  It's just one of those things that happens despite my best intentions to lounge around quite a bit.

Take today, I overachieved in the Fashion Don't realm of life.  If Glamour magazine got a look at me today, in about 3 months I'll be on their last page with a black bar over my eyes.  Honestly, it's amazing I didn't run into everyone and their brother today.

My pants are too short.  Not short enough that people might think I bought the wrong length capris.  Nope.  Each pant leg is barely grazing the tops of my tennis shoes.   Just short enough to make sure I look 3 inches shorter and 10 pounds heavier.  You gotta love that. 

The pants are velour.  Enough said.

I paired these stunners with a long sleeved man's Volcom t-shirt.  And yes, it accentuates every figure flaw that it touches. And once my youngest finished knocking over his orange soda at lunch, I looked even better.  Why yes, I did, in fact, continue on from lunch to do  my Sam's Club shopping, why do you ask?

My hair is in the same shape as my body, limp and tired.  The thing they don't tell you when you hurt your back and are taking muscle relaxers, is that you will be utterly unable to suck in your gut.  There is no standing straight, abs pulled in, shoulders back, chin raised.  Not. At All. 

So if you saw me, my bad hair, my floods and my shapeless t-shirt today, my limp relaxed posture, thank you for turning away and pretending you never saw it all.  I appreciate it.

Changing into flannel pj's now,
~S

Distractions can be a good thing...

...especially when they shift my attention from my aching back.

Bruno Mars is a cutie.  Loved his performance on the Grammy's.  I might have to pick up his CD.  Yes, I am totally aware that buying a CD totally dates me.  Whatev'.  Shoulder shrug.  I remember 8 tracks too.  My cousin had the coolest one in her '67 Camaro.

Making oatmeal chocolate chip cookies for the first time in years.  They might be my favorite ever cookie.  I hoard them!  Which is why I don't make them hardly ever.

Reality TV - if you ever need a dose of how sane your life really is, just tune in to the Real Housewives of Somewhere.  What? You couldn't stand the OC Housewives.  Me either  I think I've known too many people just like that.  However, I loved the Jersey Housewives.  I so want to flip a table someday, when the circumstances call for it.  Of course I kind of hope they never do, because I don't like to get that mad.  You could also give Joan t Knows Best a drive through...poor Melissa Rivers is all I can say.  Joan is nuts.  I think each time she's had some plastic surgery they probably sucked part of her brain out.  This is what I do in the wee hours of the morning when I am up because my back is one massive cramp.

Accidentally take a 2 hour nap.  At 8:15 in the morning.  Yep, that's what happened to me today.  I had to restart my computer because it was misbehaving and so I decided to lay down for a few minutes while it did it's business.  I woke up 2 hours later!  And, no, my boys didn't wake me up when they realized I was not waiting and ready for school to start at it's usual 10am.  I can't imagine why?!

Just because I thought it was funny that I was teaching them how to properly use a semi colon in a sentence today.  Because really, when was the last time you did that?  And got it right?

Watching my husband do his impersonation of the little yellow guys in Despicable Me saying...Whaaaaat?!  He cracks me up.  I love him for that and many other reasons.  And that he worries if I'm okay when I'm being quiet because I'm tired.  I guess I must really talk a lot most of the time.

Well, that's all I've got...but I'm sure if this goes on I'll find more frivolous ways to wile away my time.

xoxoxo,
~Sherri

P.S.  My daughter has the bass cranked up SO LOUD that it's making the wall vibrate.

On the list, on the list - remember that Vh1 Show?

1.  My back is not fixed.

2.  I fully intended to make a delicious, healthy dinner tonight.  Built from the ground up of odds and ends in the freezer, fridge, and pantry.  It was going well.  And then I added a block of cream cheese.  Which doesn't help my 2-piece bathing suit by summer mission.  I must do better.

3.  My back works itself into a knotty mass while I sleep.  Which wakes me up.  And makes me cranky.  We might as well have a new baby in the house.  Aaack.  Did I really say that?  Slap me now.  How about a new puppy...they keep you up all night too.

4.  Our former and favorite, as well as my youngest's first crush, just got engaged (hi Kaitlyn!)!!!  Very happy news!

5.  Muscle relaxers are the bomb, but, not the be-all and end-all to my happiness.  I think physical therapy, a chiro, an acupuncturist, a jacuzzi and a massage therapist might be.  Remember the 70's...when docs could prescribe a jacuzzi and your insurance would actually fork out the dough for one?  I do.  2 friend's dads got them.  I want me some 70's love right now.

6.  The world would be a better place if everyone had to get in a jacuzzi at the end of the day.  I think everyone has one but me.  Does that sound whiny and spoiled?  I don't mean it to.  Kind of like the time I came home from my oldest 2's playgroup and announced to my husband that I was the only mom with 2 kids I knew who didn't have a housekeeper.  I wasn't whining.  It was true though.  It's okay, I moved on and found some new friends who didn't have housekeepers either.

7.  If my daughter doesn't hurry up and take her shower I'm going to bogart ALL the hot water and take a long, fabulous bath and she will have to shower in the cold remnants that are left in the water heater.

8.  Obviously we don't have a tankless hot water system.  Or solar panels.  We should though.  It's very sunny here.

9.  I think, but I'm not sure, that my photog class is not on for tomorrow.  I think we are supposed to be working on our midterm portfolios.  But I missed last week.  Because of my back.  I didn't have any muscle relaxers then, and couldn't quite function.  It's a recurring theme in my life right now.

Get in your jacuzzi...but don't add the cream cheese to dinner,
~Sherri