As I’ve previously
bragged about mentioned, my family and I are leaving for Orlando, Florida on Friday.
The reason I’m not currently more excited about the trip is because of the work involved in pulling it off.
We leave in less than 48 hours and I don’t have a thing to wear!
I went shopping yesterday. Here are a few of the possibilities:
Stop laughing…yes, I’m posing.
As for the outfit. No, eh? Too Daisy Duke-ish.
Again, posing. Shut up.
This is cute. Comfy. Except it reminds of the 80s with the waistband way up there…on my waist.
Surprisingly, I’m not posing here. I’m smoothing down the fabric on my ass and my son clicked the pic.
This outfit, however, is going back to the store. It’s called a romper. I call it ugly. Isn’t this the kind of outfit we put on defenseless little babies because we think it’s so ugly it’s cute?
Anybody in the mood for a hayride?
Yeah. This blouse is going back too.
As I’m posing for this one, Wayne, my husband, walks by me, and throws over his shoulder, “Posing for your blog?”
I reply, “Yup.”
I don’t get an eyeroll or a smart ass remark.
I think it’s safe to say I’m going through a midlife crisis and Wayne is intelligent enough to know that he’d rather have me smiling like an idiot at the camera while striking all kinds of poses, and then blogging about it, than…well, who knows what. With me you never know.
I know how shallow this makes me look. Believe me, I’d love an existential midlife crisis. I’d love to be looking for and finding the meaning of life instead of looking for and finding good deals at Garage.
One of my best friends is deeply spiritual. She’s the type of person, who when I complain about the guy who is on the treadmill at the gym walking at 0.1 mile/hr, because really, could he not have stayed home to do that, you know walk up and down his hallway, instead of taking up one of the few treadmills from someone who plans on not only breaking a sweat, but looking at the people on the treadmills around her to see how fast they are going so she can set her treadmill faster – I’m not saying I do this. I’m only saying some people do – well, my friend is the one who will say, “You know Sandra, maybe he’s recuperating from open heart surgery, and coming to the gym is the only time he gets to socialize.”
She’s the kind of person who will, ever so kindly and nonjudgementally, point out when I’m being judgemental.
She believes in God. A hereafter. She talks to Jesus. He even talks back.
She has berated herself for buying a teeny-tiny shed in which to store her children’s bikes claiming that buying the shed was excessive, and what about the children in Haiti who have nothing, and now she’s gone and put up a shed. She’s a terrible terrible person. She used to be a minimalist. What happened?
Of course, this is the part where I jump in and say, “You have two kids. That’s what happened. Kids accumulate shit. You’re a good person with a kind heart, and buying a shed doesn’t take that away.”
And then I’ll stop and ponder how deep this woman’s thought process is. That buying a shed even created thoughts of excess. And then I wish my thoughts would take me down that kind of path. What do I have to do to gain insight?
And then I’ll say to her, “Hey! You wanna go to Lulu Lemon this afternoon? They have the cutest sport bras!”