I am having THE hardest time remembering what movie the line, “this one time, at band camp…(followed by an epic, usually embarrassing story)” came from. I’ve never actually been to band camp, but I’ve been to summer camp. Bonus points to anybody that leaves a comment with the movie title that came from, AND an embarrassing story to go with it.
-I miss summer camp. I can’t wait until my kids are old enough to go. Though, they’re not going to the same one I did. It’s where my parents met, had me, and I met my first real boyfriend. Nu uh, my girls aren’t going near the place. Where did you guys go?
-It’s raining and fall-like, and gorgeous outside. I wish it’d stay like today all winter.
-I would give just about anything to be in Chicago this weekend.
-I’m in the process of reading all of John Sandford’s books. I think there’s like…21 of them? Or 23 maybe? Anyway, I’m reading ‘Mind Prey’ right now, and it’s the first one that has legitimately scared the crap out of me, and is the only thing I’ll never read before bed. It’s book sixish, I think. *shudders* It’s actually looking at me from my desk right now, pissed off that I’m talking to you guys instead of lusting over its pages.
-There is a girl in our office that knows five languages, least of all English, and makes killer homemade ice cream.
-♫ Save your strength for things that you can change, Forgive the ones you can’t. You gotta let ’em go ♫
-My sister is the best nanny in the lahahahannnnnnnnnd. The way she juggles four kids under the age of six (not all mine, sheeeeesh) is impressive. Someday, she’s going to have twin boys (She knows, we’ve discussed it) and be all like “Psh, this ain’t NOTHIN”.
–You guys wanna know a secret? Grandma might have gotten my girls a little something named Tinkerbell. I’ll share my homemade oriental ice cream with anybody that can guess what it isssssssssssss.
-I learned about dairy farms last weekend from my five and six year old, everything from baby cows sleeping alone and being kept company by matching kitties, to cows “having boobies that hang out all the time but it’s ok because our milk is made out of them.”
-If uncomfortable shoes do not make my feet look cute, regardless of how they complete an outfit, we’re no longer friends.
-This autistic man restored by love for baseball fans and America, really. Especially the part where he starts to giggle:
-Have I mentioned I’m addicted to Pinterest yet? /thenomz, in case you are too.
-I can’t get this hair out of my head. Which probably means it’s going to end up ON my head. Soon. Well, as soon as I get the courage to ask my boss.
Lusting of purple and summer camp,