Disjointed Thoughts

I like the lists. I obsess about paragraph transitions which is hard when you don’t have enough to say about any one subject to warrant a whole post but your thoughts don’t connect at all to form one cohesive post. With lists I get to just embrace the disjointedness.

• It is insanely fun to shop for a baby girl. I never realized how fun it would be until I was pregnant with one, and now that she’s born and growing up it’s even more fun. I currently have another internet window open up with cute, tempting, taunting baby girl clothes, and it’s taking everything in my power not to add about 90% of it to my shopping cart. I actually need clothes for her next size up (12 months) because I have almost nothing, but it’s hard when I’m not sure when she’ll transition over. Will she follow her own trend and be early, thus still in the hot months of Texas, or will she hold off until closer to her first birthday, thus requiring warmer clothes? Tricky. I need to start stocking up on some versatile outfits anyway though, like jammies. But I just want to buy everything!
• I have some awesome girl friends here. I feel so lucky to have friends that really get me. I have a few here that I really feel like I can be myself around. It’s so refreshing and comforting feeling like you don’t really have to watch what you say or constantly defend or second guess what you said. If you say something stupid, they get it. We all say stupid things sometimes. You don’t have to explain it. If you’re in a bad mood, feeling really cynical, or just sick of everything, you don’t have to pretend that life’s perfect all the time. It’s okay to have a bad day. It’s easy to have friends who like you at your best, but how many of us are really our best 24 hours a day? I’d rather have friends that accept me and love me and probably love me a little more at my worst as well. I know I feel that way about them.
• I would pay my hairstylist as much for her head massages as I do for my hair cut and color.
• I went blonder today. This blonde pixie cut could possibly be my favorite hairstyle of all time. I’m not sure what I’m going to do when it goes out of style if that ever happens.
• My mom and I picked out flowers last weekend and she planted them for me while I was getting the baby ready for bed before she left. Between new flowers and a lawn that is actually mowed and edged weekly (I hired my friend Tawni’s boys to keep our HOA off my back), I’m actually excited to pull up to my house. I can’t wait to get the rest of the front landscaping done one day (hopefully between this fall and next spring).
• When I used to live with my mom, I would open up a box of Great Grains, sit down on the couch or at the table, and pick all the goodies out of it to eat — nut clusters first, dates and raisins next, then the pecans, until there were only flakes left. I found this irresistible. If there was a box of Great Grains in the house, I had to pick it apart. I even found out my mom started hiding boxes from me around the house and went through them as well. It was a sickness. Well, I hadn’t done that in years until I got bored a few days ago and picked apart one of my boxes of Great Grains. Now it’s taking all my willpower to withstand doing it to the rest of them. And I don’t have much willpower. Even as I type, I’m having the debate in my head.
• I found a pair of huge clunky splendidly heavy Doc Martin sandals in my closet. I don’t know or care if they’re still in style. I’m wearing them! That also goes for the pair of jeans I found buried back there as well. Style, schmyle. I like ‘em, and I’m wearing ‘em.
• I keep flipping back to the baby clothes tab. RESIST! RESIST! But she needs some clothes. But I want everything! I’m in too fragile a state to make online purchases right now.
• I had two moles removed and sent to a pathology lab. They were benign, but I still plan on avoiding the sun most of my life, even if my legs are so white they’re blue.
• Five more seconds and I’m going to give in to the call of the Great Grains treasure hunt.
• I get to eat at Cafe Rio and The Pie in a week! Utah definitely has its charms.
• Oh yeah, and I’ll be seeing my brother and going to my friend Natalie’s wedding while I’m there before going to see Justin’s family in California.
• I’m going to bed. I need to step away from the baby clothes and the highly dense cereal at midnight. My senses are skewed. Night!