It's time to freely frag again.
Thanks Sara Bonds
Things I love
I love when I vigorously wash my face cleanliness is next to godliness and my entire bottom-half jiggles like panna cotta.
I love when I find enough shed pet hair between the couch cushions to build a whole 'nother dog or cat
I love justice
I love when Ty's cello teacher asks him what songs he'd like to learn how to play and he says Come Together and I Am The Walrus
I love feeling like the World's Best Mom simply because I did something for one of my kids that I said I'd do. Even when it's simply something simple. Because when I was a kid there was no follow through, and promises were rarely kept. Even the little ones.
I love hot yoga in a hot room. I love sweating out a gallon of toxic sweat. I love the feeling of dopey yoga head after 90 minutes of sweaty hot torture.
Things I don't really love so much
I don't really love becoming so dependant junked out on this computer stuff. Over the past 3 weeks, my internet has gone out twice, and something sweet and sticky was spilled across my keyboard, rendering it useless. Not really loving the jones of not having access to blogland...
I don't really love hearing "there will be three less minutes of daylight today... fall begins at 5:18 this evening"
I don't really love having shit for brains. Like forgetting the 6 item grocery list at home, coming home with 5 items and having to go back out for one item scallions so that I can finish cooking dinner.
I don't really love Christmas. Or Thanksgiving. Or Mother's Day.
But especially Christmas. Bah humbug
Things I don't want to admit to loving
I don't want to admit to loving season premiers
I don't want to admit to loving Weaver Hot Wings with Marie's Super Chunk Bleu Cheese Dressing
eaten in bed while watching season premiers
I don't want to admit to sometimes loving when the kids sleep in the bed with me
while I'm watching season premiers and eating hot wings
happy friday y'all