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Fist Pumps

I had an appointment in the next town over today. I got home without using my GPS. This is a particularly significant accomplishment for me considering I had to use GPS to get to my grandmother's house even after being there about 43 times.

We got M a new car seat, and it is chevron. I didn't even get to pick the pattern myself, so I was very delighted to see that it was more than acceptable to look upon.

A friend and I walked for about an hour and a half this morning. There were some hills even. The best part was being in good company with good conversation. It made the time spent seem not even half that long. Legs were feeling done by the end, but I would do it again tomorrow.

Face Palms

That drive that I did without my GPS....only has two turns involved. But hey, it was still about 20 miles of unfamiliar road traversed.

While I installed aforementioned attractive car seat, I put Mav in the front on the passenger side floor, so he could play with the radio dials and such. Installing a car seat is a very engrossing business. Two or three minutes elapsed and I realized I hadn't looked up to check on M. I managed to catch him just as his head was colliding with the asphalt. He had climbed over the middle console, and out the driver-side door. All was well. He was rescued the exact second before there would have been injury.

Before leaving for my walk I had the (obviously inspired) thought to put on basketball shorts and my tennis shoes. I ignored it, and put on some jeans and reg-lur shoes.  It has been duly noted that jeans do not breath as well as bb-shorts, no matter how happy you are to be wearing them.

and...its thursday, so Mav and I have been throwin' it back to when photobooth was the only cool way to take photos.

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Facepalms - 

I was taking a walk some days ago, and it had just been raining. I kept hearing what I THOUGHT was a water droplet fly off my shoe and drop into a puddle....until I realized I was walking on dry asphalt. No puddles within kicking range. I was very puzzled, so I continued to walk slowly. The sound turned out to be my corduroy clad thighs rubbing musically together. zip zip zip.

Maverik spit up just a little dime sized bit on the carpet. Before I had time to even consciously think about going to the next room to get a cloth or a burp rag I found myself rubbing it out with my sock, while it was on my foot. Groooooss.

I didn't buy any oreos at the store yesterday, and they were on sale for 2 for $5, and I DIDN'T GET ANY. 

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The last afternoon my in-laws were here, I was puzzled as to what to make for our meal. The last think on our meal list was Navajo taco's, so I started throwing it together. It turned out to be my mother-in-law's favorite meal. Yesssss.

....my facepalms are outnumbering their counter part these days. 

fist pumps and face palms

This is an idea I got from a marvelous blog I follow, The Day Book. She calls it awkward and awesome. In order to not be and EXACT copy cat, I am calling it something different. Really I just love the word facepalm. It can convey the perfect emotion and train of thought for ridiculous things.

Fist Pumps:

I have watched BBC's Emma two and a half times in the last week. I lost count of the times I re-watched the scene when Mr. Knightly finally expresses his feelings for Emma. It is the most vulnerable romantic moment I have ever seen. (yes. I am a hopeless sap) I could have it on repeat for days and never stop getting those butterflies. If you think the Hollywood version is good (which it is), you need to watch this one!

I got to sleep in until 7:37 a couple of mornings ago. It was heaven.

I made Chesley a super sweet bleach shirt from one of his own photographs. It is one of the helicopters they fly with all of the spray gear on it. I was quite proud of the outcome. Skills. I have some.

Face Palms:

I have a cold sore that I thought was a pimple for two days before I realized it was not. Now it will be on my face like a beacon of shame for even longer.

You guys. I cant. find. my camera. I am dying inside. I haven't seen it since we moved, and I don't even know where to look.

Also, I ate about 10 cookies again yesterday, and finished off a carton of ice cream....out of the carton. My excessive sweet tooth is, I know, old news, but I keep thinking if I keep confessing it, someone will stop me!