Every once in awhile I feel the need to write about nothing at all–to just get some random thoughts out of my head and onto my computer screen. This is one of those days. Plus some pics. So you don’t get bored.
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I fell–hard–on my run Monday. I was running on the road–trying to stay off the icy snow-covered sidewalks–and I tripped on a raised piece of concrete in front of a construction crew pouring the foundation of a new house in our neighborhood. I really crashed and burned. My left knee is so bloody and bruised–and swollen. I’m treating it with my hippie oils, but it’s seriously so gross. If you don’t like blood, guts and gore– scroll really fast past this pic.
Bad right? And now I’ll probably never be a teen model.
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When my Grandma Eleanor died last fall I took a package of little fish Dixie cups from her kitchen. She’d pour juice in them for the boys when we’d go visit and they loved drinking anything out of their *real* cups. I remember there were hundreds in the package when I brought them home from her place that day. The boys have been using them for a little drink of water every night before bed.
Johnny used the last little fish Dixie cup yesterday–and it took my breath away.
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The floor underneath the chairs where my kids eat is disgusting. It’s always covered in little pieces of food–right now it’s fried cauliflower rice from last night–little pieces of fried cauliflower rice are e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e. I could vacuum every day and night though and that floor would still be disgusting–and I would be worn out. So I just leave it there and clean it all up on Fridays. But I feel like anyone who comes over in the meantime probably frowns upon my housekeeping skills–I’m looking at you mom (and you mother-in-law). Ha.
Oh–and they probably frown upon that Christmas tree still hanging out in our hearth room too. Whatever. I can’t help myself–I just really like twinkle lights.
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I took the boys to gymnastics class at CGA this week. It’s the first organized sport we’ve ever attended–and they loved it. Winter days at home with little boys can be rough on a mom–so this was a welcomed excursion. Their coach was incredible and made them both feel so awesome and confident in their newfound tumbling skills. And they both fell asleep in the minivan on the way home–for the win-win-win.
And would you look at these Puma jumpsuits from Nanny Pat? I can’t even.
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And last but not least–Red Velvet Oreos are back. My girlfriend Molly dropped a package in my mailbox Sunday at 2pm–I love her so hard for that. They were *all* gone by 4pm.
We did eat them with some pears–so I feel good about that mothering. Ha. They are so dang delicious. Go get some now.
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Ok, that’s it for this week’s stream of consciousness. And I feel better. What’s on your mind this week? I’d love to hear all your random thoughts too.
Oh and PS…remember these fly beauties? Want to win them? Yesssssss.
They could be yours. Hop on over to Stella and Dot this weekend and place a little order to be entered to win. I’ll announce our winner Monday. Happy Weekend.