love & loathe.

love.

- instagram. clearly.

- frappy hour. woot. see ya there friday party people. 3-5pm, 1/2 price fraps.

- my ambition to make my yard look like a yard that is soft, and green, and small children can roll around on. (vs the dried up, abandoned home, look it has goin' on now) no longer will it send dash in fussing, "ouch momma, that grass is so crunchy i think it cut my feet open. hahahahha, oops.
i'm on it son. i'm on it.

-my gym attendance card last week. yes loves, i went to the gym more than once last week. its only for a 1/2 hour at a time, because really, thats all i gots to give. but it counts. and it feels oh-so-good. go me.

lollia. anything and everything. the candles, the shampoo, the conditioner... mmmmmm. best.

loathe.

- that these last 30 pounds are in love with me. like so in love they will not leave. its time to go 3-0, find a new bum to love...and reside upon. jeeezzze.

- transition clothes. if you've had baby, you know exactly what i mean. its that in-between phase that happens going up, and coming back down. you buy things to accommodate your unfamiliar puffy body, which is annoying anyway. spending the money sucks, but you can't help it, a girl has got to get dressed. so you fork over the dough, coaching yourself through it..."this is only for now, this is only for now." why in the hell hasn't anyone just invented a really inexpensive, exclusive clothing line that has a small, yet familiar to the world, label on it (similar to a nike swoosh, etc) that can identify for you to the general public, hey world, i swear i'm not normally this chubby...some sweet little baby did this to me. i swear.

- that there are only 24 hours in a day. for some reason i always feel like i could use 2... or 5, more. 

happy thursday.

:-)