How much I love my running skirt.
I know I have sung its praises before, but I felt the need to mention it again. Now that it is, like 800 degrees outside, running in a skirt (with thin bike-type shorties underneath) is breezy and cool. Maybe it's a mental thing, WHATever.
This skirt is from SkirtSports. I have worn a Champion version from Tar-jay, and struggled with the shorties not staying where they are supposed to. Grrr. Even though the SkirtSports version is a bit pricey, it is worth the investment. My thighs thank me each run.
But I want my pico de gallo.
How excited am I to have received my books from Blurb? Very.
The small one is about our bluebonnet outing back in April. The ginormous one beside it is
wait for it...
As prices for gas and basically everything else have steadily risen, I could not allow myself to purchase another package of pull-ups. It was time for Mama and Daddy to get serious and deal with any possible accidents. You know, live in the real world.
She has been doing GREAT! Here is our strategy: be something of a drink Nazi in the evening and wake her up around 11:00-11:30 to go potty. It's been working all week with only one accident. I can live with those odds. She's pretty proud of herself too. See?
Because they are twirly and fun. See?
Seriously though, her closet and her drawers were in dire need of attention. You know, sort through, weed out clothes that are too small, etc. It's really not that terrible of a task, and you feel like you've accomplished something when you finish. And yet. Still. If you haven't guessed, I am a classic avoider of certain things at times. I don't know why. I've avoided thinking about it.
After my skating renaissance the other day, I am contemplating my need for a pair of skates. The traditional four wheel kind of course. Do they even still sell them? Must investigate.
I had the BEST pair when I was a gangly preteen. They looked like blue tennis shoes, with fat yellow wheels. I thought I was so cool skating around with my friends, wearing my Gloria Vanderbilt (or was it Jordache?) jeans, Maybelline roll-on bubble gum lip gloss (ewww...that stuff was truly gross), and badly permed hair. And braces. Smelling faintly of Clearasil and Love's Baby Soft.
Clearly hot stuff. On giant yellow wheels.
I'll leave you with that image and wrap up this running skirt, tomato, blog book, night time underwear, closet organization, roller skating ramble. I have no idea how to cohesively tie all of those things together, but it looks like I tried anyway.
Good deed: swerved and slowed to avoid hitting squirrel in road the other day. I'm sure his family is thankful.