Ten Things On My Mind Tonight, Mostly Griping But Not Entirely

1. I think Keanu Reeves is the worst actor in the whole wide world. In fact, I dare you to name an actor worse than this guy. Double-dog-ding-dong-doobie-dare you.




2. Michael Phelps is on SNL tonight. I'm not expecting greatness but I'm for sure watching it. I don't care what people (GO) say, SNL is still funny and I support it. And it's not as dirty as people who haven't watched it in a long time think it is; they've cleaned it up. Or maybe I'm completely desensitized. That's entirely possible as well.

3. Tonight I made Lentil Soup. My house smells of lentils and lentils don't smell good at all. The soup wasn't delicious or tasty but my girls surprisingly liked it, so it wasn't a total bust. Getting May to eat anything besides pancakes or fishy crackers is akin to parting the Red Sea, so though my home is now fumigated with the stench of lentils, I'm ok with it.

4. Today it was in the 70's. Tomorrow it's supposed to be in the 90's. Then Monday back to the 70's. What?

5. My life was feeling mundane, so I made a bunch of new pillows for our front room, just to mix things up a bit. I'm very into mixing patterns right now, giving my already eclectic front room an even more eclectic feel, which makes me happy but tends to confuse first timers who walk into our home. I can see it in their eyes, like "Hey, wait a second. You guys are supposed to be LDS...where's the fake ficus tree? Where's the gingham? Why is there no navy blue in here? This doesn't feel right. Where am I?"

6. My etsy shop will be open soon. I'm excited!

7. Tuesday I get to take pictures of a newborn baby. Close your eyes and inhale. Smell that? It's heaven.

8. I'm starting to show, which means maternity pants are right around the corner. Oh, joy! This brings nothing but ecstasy to my husband. He is a HUGE fan of elastic waisted pants. Ok. Anyone who knows my fashion-minded husband at all knows that I am being 100% completely and utterly sarcastic. I love this about him--it was actually the first impression he made on me two years prior to actually meeting him, when I was just creepily watching and observing him from afar. The guy has style. By now, he's learned not to say anything about the wretched elastic, as it's about the only option out there. I just see him looking at it though and I can always tell the presence of it slung about my bulging waistline burns his retinas. I'd even venture to say he's more excited than I am when I get back into my pre-baby jeans. Not because I'm that much closer to not being a fatty, but because it's the end of an elastic-filled era.

9. Sadly, my neighbor told me today that she and her husband are going through a separation. I've been told similar news like this before but never by the actual person who is separating from their spouse. It was one of those situations where you don't know what to say, especially on the spot, but it really doesn't matter as nothing you can say will change or help the situation, as much as you wish it could, but you've still have to say something so you do; you just can't say nothing. And whatever you say, it always comes out lame and for the next day or two, you're mulling it over in your mind about what you could have said or should have said even though it really didn't matter in the first place. Lameness in that situation is inevitable.

10. I dream about Swedish Fish--the big red soft ones. I wish I could swim in a pool of them. And then eat that pool.