man…where do the days go? this week flew, and what did we even do? thankfully i have a camera roll to consult to tell me…
we’ve been slipping and sliding, foremost (well, when it isn’t raining cats and dogs).
and popsicle eating. the kids love saying BLASTOFF! when they eat these rocket ship popsicles. i fill them with a smoothie made from fruit at the end of its life span…along with organic whole milk yogurt and any juice (typically 100% orange) i may have on hand. they gobble them up! i haven’t had the heart to sneak in spinach yet, but i think i will one of these days.
while i’m talking about food…y’all. i have found the perfect summer lunch! bibb lettuce, tomatoes, chicken pulled from a rotisserie chicken and avocado – topped off with ina’s buttermilk ranch dressing. WOW – is this good. and so versatile! i love this dressing on salads, with pizza crust, and i set it out with some sliced cukes / carrots / grape tomatoes, bingo – instant app. i can’t even talk about how much i enjoy drizzling it over ripe, sliced summer tomatoes with a little salt and pepper…
i’ve been packaging up lots of gift sticker orders! monograms and animals galore, and some customized ones as well. here is one going out the door; a gift for a new baby boy – i really enjoy wrapping gifts for clients (and writing the little notes dictated to me to insert). so fun, and it’s a complimentary service should you ever need it!
i had one instance this week where i felt so old. my mom kept rinne while rush was at camp so i could go and get my hair done (it needed some love in a bad way), and ended up having a short window of time where i could grab lunch by myself before popping back to get rush. i was feeling so great with my new hair, just leaving a lunch of solitude and quiet (any mom knows how blissful that is!) and then i saw it in the parking lot. THIS:
do you see what is going on there?? an ANTIQUE tag on a late 1980s acura legend?!?!! what the…. i mean, that car is not even that old! at least it doesn’t seem like it. my first car that i bought with my hard earned babysitting, lifeguarding and la madeliene-ing (come on, you know you love their tomato basil soup) money when i was 17 was this car, just the model after this one. here she is (well, a replica i found on google images anyway).
man, i loved that car. but how could its just-a-wee-bit-older brother be considered an antique now?! that is strictly reserved for chevy pickups from the 1950s and vintage mint green cadillacs. i keep thinking of that phrase in this oft-quoted article – “you, too, will get old.” i’m beginning to see why they say it’s hell.
i shouldn’t mention all of the greys my hairstylist had to cover up, either…!