1. One Direction’s “That’s What Makes You Beautiful”. The
“Summer Loving” beat and cheesy ass lyrics got a girl going wild. On my
looooong drive home from California yesterday, I played that shit on repeat.
UPDATE: just
watched the video…tweens dancing in the ocean almost takes the wind out
of my sails.
2. Girlfriends. After spending a week with my girls I’ve
known and loved since kindergarten, and reflecting on the fact that I have a
group of girls here in SLC that I feel like I’ve known since kindergarten, I’m
pretty sure I’m the luckiest girl in the world. Like Megan and I discussed as
we strolled her adorable baby to Starbucks like real stay-at-home moms:
husbands are a brand of best friend; they are our partners. But girlfriends?
They are our shoulders, our strength, and our source of never-ending laughter.
3. NAS. Just downloaded his newest album on which he opens
up about fatherhood and his failed marriage.
I heard him on NPR yesterday and when asked: why talk about your
personal life now? He replied: I’ve made ten albums. I’m done talking about how
rough it was for me to get to where I am. Life can still be rough, even as a
millionaire.
4. My husband. No, I am not always into my husband. Neither
are you so stop judging. Jim has been
exceptional lately (see number 3 on the list of things I am NOT into). Between
these crazy dogs, this crazy heat and the crazy dry/fire-y summer that is
killer on my allergies, I am about to check myself into a psych ward. Jim, cool
as a cucumber has been doing more than his fair share of housework, dog work,
and taking-care-of-his-emotional-wreck-of-a-wife work.
Things I’m NOT into right now:
1. Bathrooms without hooks for your purse. Seriously? I’m
not placing my vintage Louis Vuitton on the top of the TP dispenser, OK? And
def not putting it on the sink covered in water. I was just on a long road trip and so I was
in a lot of gas station bathrooms. With my Louis. In my teeth. Gross.
2. Rihanna. Rihanna’s gyrating booty shorts and nasally
voice are like nails on a chalkboard to me. She is on EVERY hip-hop station. I
just don’t get it. But, don’t get me wrong; when I get to Vegas on Thursday and
hear her in the club, I’m sure my body is gonna betray me and dance.
3. My dogs. As far as Lula is concerned, Sadie was the best
thing that has happened to our household. As for me? I slipped her a Benadryl
today. No seriously, I did. We adopted her and her kennel cough, which turned
into pneumonia, which turned into an $1100 hospital stay, which turned into
$500 of meds. THEN, she got a mysterious lump on her shoulder (not cancerous)
that is full of nastiness and scar tissue. The girl is wearing a cone and a
t-shirt that says, “I’m straight and I support equal rights” as she bangs her
head all around the house, knocking shit over and undoubtedly giving herself
even more brain damage. She thinks she can play rough with Lula (who is
constantly assisting her in removing both her cone and nasty t-shirt) and I CAN’T
TAKE IT ANYMORE. Oh, and Jim’s gone for a week.
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| Don't let that face fool you. See her arm? It's comfortable resting in the crack of her cone! |
