The last few posts have been SO serious! And while I am commonly that reflective and pensive I like to balance that with how absolutely FUN I am – or can be – or… have been, in the past. Anywhoodle – enough of the impending changes and emotional rollercoasters and on with the summertime sunshine and everything that comes with it.
For those of you in the Twitter-verse you may have heard of or be following “That Awkward Moment”… well this is basically the story of my life. I laugh quietly at these posts because most of them have happened to me. I’m of the school of thought if you just accept and publicly acknowledge the awkward moment, it will be less awkward. However, this has so far not proven to be true. I have recently (and by recently I mean like… within the last couple of months) found myself involved in conversations that I don’t know how I got myself into. I’m literally telling myself to STOP talking. To just end the conversation and walk away like nothing happened. Like I didn’t start to tell very possibly gross and disturbing, TMI stories that no one asked about. So… sometimes it makes me feel better to notice other people’s awkward moments. It makes me feel not so alone.
It’s supposed to be 100 degrees today. People. are. freaking. out. It cracks me up. Worrying about how hot their cars will be later, how badly their sweat stains will be by the end of the day, not being able to be at the beach, their not-so-ready bathing suit bodies… I love this time of year. If I had to pick ONE favorite thing about summertime, it’s watching amateur “runners”.
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It’s like the sun comes out and everyone goes into panic “workout” mode. People who have never owned a sports bra or running shoes in their life feel called to shed those pounds now and fast by “running”. You can ALWAYS tell the amateurs from the seasoned cross-country enthusiasts. They run all flat-footed, look EXHAUSTED and in need of help (and you know they just left their house) and are practically just walking fast enough that it could be mistaken as a jog. They have horrible form that somewhere my old track and cross-country coaches would be shaking their heads at in dismay and they’re totally planning their reward for all this effort in their head “You can do this. And when you get home you can have ice cream. With chocolate sprinkles. And caramel. You deserve it. After all you’re running right now. Great job.” Awkward. LOVE summer-only-panic “runners”.
Moving on to something I DO NOT enjoy about summer time. I think this is where the warning part comes in. Please make sure there are no kiddos near you for this gem. I think this is rated D – for DISTURBING:
And I mean… I get it tighty-whitey-dude. We all want sun. It’s why we’re at the beach. I’m not gonna hate on your need for some Vitamin D and your apparent desire to scar young children who are just trying to build the best sand castle of their life; they need to learn early the definition of stranger-danger and realize why their parents bring SO MANY toys to the beach to distract them from asking uncomfortable questions about strangers that parents hate to answer… If people like you didn’t test the boundaries of social norms, we would have none. So – the next time you feel the need to disrobe and spread-eagle in your undies, why not pick a park or playground instead, and mix it up? Ummm… awkward.
In COMPLETELY unrelated news: this past weekend was Hayley’s BRIDAL SHOWER!
Small stresses aside… it was awesome! It was my first tea and it was beautiful. Hayley was VERY surprised and it was really nice to spend time with (almost) all the bridesmaids. I am VERY fortunate that for as much time as we all need to spend together I honestly and truly enjoy and love every bridesmaid. I suppose that’s a reflection of Hayley’s impeccable tasteJ They’re all WONDERFUL and I’ll be a little sad when we no longer have to band together for such a great cause.
… I guess I won’t go so far as to add this guy to the family-members on the right, but he DOES deserve an introduction. Enter: Parker Harry Bear. Yup. That’s first. middle. last. First - for all of you that even think for a second that I’m too old for a teddy bear: you’re wrong. NO ONE is too old to be hugged by a teddy bear and I’m tempted to say you’re just plain old not hugged often enough in general if you’re hating on a teddy-hug. Second – you’re lying to yourself and everyone else if you say you did NOT cry during Toy Story 3. And I couldn’t let that happen to me or him, so I saved him. And I would do it again. So: for the past couple of weeks since I gave him a home, we have had sleepovers, cuddle sessions and he apparently loves pets; cats and dogs. Of course he does. Adorable.
Mom, Shauna and the boys are coming to visit this weekend, which I can’t wait for! When my sleep deprivation can be chalked up to adorable little boys it’s so much more tolerableJ
I should probably actually work while I’m at work… but NOT before I give you some of my recent faves.
My Favorite Things:
1. My Alex & Ani bracelets I got for graduation!
2. The sun reflecting so beautifully off the water on campus this morning.
3. Sleepovers with Parker.
4. Feta – on pretty much anything at this point.
5. Today’s Country Hits and Sons Of Anarchy channels on my Pandora.
Xo.
