Although if you know me at all, I can’t imagine you’re shocked by this.
And if you don’t know me personally, welcome! I’m terrible at this.
I am completely settled in North Carolina now. Well, as settled as I’ll get. I still get odd looks when I’m blaring Sublime out my windows and playing with my magnificent blonde hair. Yeah, I’m from California, bite me, you judgers! Now technically since I’m blogging on a Wednesday, this is supposed to be a Warrior Wednesday post, but alas, I’ve also been a terrible warrior. My workouts have come to a stand still after a gnarly sinus thing that left me basically incapacitated and wanting to dunk my entire head in a vat of coffee every day. I’m mostly better now, having drowned my sorrows in homeopathics and really terrible food choices. But I announced on facebook that I’m going to make July my bitch, and make it my bitch I shall.
This is my July goal. Letters. Snail Mail. Post. Postage. Owl Post.
Whatever you call it, if you’ve contacted me, you’re getting it. Now that we live in an actual house, and not a Japanese cement block, we have a mailbox, and a mailman! Well actually mail lady. She hates my holly bushes and pokes fun at my boxes. She’s wonderful and I want to high five her all the time, but… well that makes me a weirdo. I found a small supply of stamps and have a surplus of crafty crap I have no use for, so I figured I’d hook myself up with some pen pals and get to writing and doodling and general sticker placing.
Look see?! It’s already working and I have a postcard to stare at above my desk! Along with some super nerdy artwork I have yet to frame, need to get on that. Anyway, back to July plans. My Dad comes in tomorrow for a week long visit that I’m ridiculously excited about. Perfect timing as I haven’t had much freedom lately and really like to play Bed & Breakfast & Tour Guide. Plus my Dad is the coolest. No really. I have picture that proves his coolness factor dating back to when I was a wee baby and he was rocking Ugg boots, shorts, and checking out the morning surf breaks. No not THOSE Uggs, cool Uggs. YES THEY WERE COOL. Don’t argue with me. If you came from a surfing family in Southern California, you probably grew up with Uggs. The fashion people stole them and ruined them and I hate them for it. *Cough* Moving on. Anyway, I’m going to attempt some small adventures while he’s here and I’m of course stoked about it. After that it’s my little dudes birthday. 4 years old. MY CHILD WILL BE 4 YEARS OLD. Man, I’m ancient. Then after that it’s onto planning a mini road trip, kiddo & I, up to Ohio to see some more Fam. They haven’t met Jackson yet, so they get to meet him at his prime, 4 years old and full of personality. Yay. Then in August we’re taking a trip to Tennessee for some NASCAR where I will surely drown in all things country. So hopefully my blogging will pick back up now that I have a reminder to blare at me when I’m being a bad writer. I wish I could do that for everything.
*REMINDER* Stop pressing air fluff on the dryer, take that shit out, it was dry 4 cycles ago.
*REMINDER* You’re not fooling anyone with those weak ass tan lines, you were sunburned, don’t do that again.
*REMINDER* You really don’t need to go to Ross. Stop it.
*REMINDER* You can actually run farther than 3 miles now. Stop doing barely 3 miles.
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