Now that Jamie is eating real food, every night I make sure to fix him a well balanced meal with all the appropriate food groups. Then I eat PB&J.
I don't get Pinterest. Or Twitter. But I've found myself wanting to sign up just to see what all the fuss is about.
So many of you have commented how much you're looking forward to all our Vegas pictures. I have a confession. There aren't many. I'm horrible about taking pictures on vacation.
I came *this* close to getting a tattoo in Vegas, but I chickened out. Twice. My first 2 tattoos have personal meaning. They weren't just some random design. I always said I would never get a tattoo if I didn't have something in mind. One that meant something. All I know is I want something girly on my foot. Something colorful. Something just for me. Since I didn't have anything concrete in mind, I couldn't do it. Would have been a cool souvenir in honor of the big 3-0 and now I'm kicking myself for not doing it.
If I had gotten a tattoo the hubs wanted to get one either on his wedding band finger or on the underside of his wrist. I nixed the ring finger idea. While I like the romantic sentiment of it all, and I don't want to sound like I love hater.....you never know what the future holds and that's pretty permanent. I told him if in 50 years he still wants it, ok.
My cell phone has been acting all kinds of crazy. Part me hopes it's broken so I can get a new one. The other part me hopes it's fixable because all the texts my mom sent me are saved on there and once the phone is gone, they're lost as well.
I saw a fabulous Coach purse on our trip. The print was gorgeous. Lucky for my bank account they were sold out in everything but the wallet. Now it's all I can think about.
I'm thinking about making the ole blog private. I blog for me. No one else. I'm not trying to make money off of it or become the next Pioneer Woman. It's just a journal of my life. Somewhere to share my thoughts. All the friends I've made along the way were an unexpected bonus. Lately I just feel I need to take a little more control over who reads it. A girl has to have some privacy right?
This is the only weekend in a 6 week period that we will be at home. I'm sooooo looking forward to catching up around the house and taking a trip up to our neighborhood pool!