Painting my nails all kinds of different colors is making me very happy. I found a nail place just a few minutes from my house that does a solid manicure for 12 bucks. They have lots of color options. This week I have light light light green and hot red. It’s fabulous. Kamel says my nails have gone GaGa. I’ll take it.
I’m feel very self conscious about the writing this week. I want it to be so so so good. But I’m not living up to my own expectations. This happens sometimes and then I get frozen with “what do I write that doesn’t suck, what do I write that doesn’t suck, what do I write that doesn’t suck?!” and so on. I think it’s the new site. I’m not worthy. The writing has to reflect the awesomeness. Sigh. Sometimes I just want to ask you, what should I talk about today? What story would you like to hear? What can I do that you will be excited about? Sometimes I just have no idea.
We have entered into the consistently lazy summer. This is amazing. A fully lazy summer where all we do is all the normal things: Go to work, work hard, come home, cook stuff, work some more, sleep. This is so exciting. We have a countdown to the next time we have to travel. Right now we have 71 days until we go anywhere. I better come up with something to say pretty soon. 71 gloriously boring days ahead, and a lot of laying about is going to happen. That doesn’t translate well to bloggies.
My on-its-way-to-longer hair is ridiculous. It curls all weird at the ends, it poofs in places it shouldn’t. I blow dry in the morning and when I get to work it still just looks like I rolled out of bed and wandered into the office. I swear, I didn’t. I swear, I tried. Sigh. I want to pull my hair back every day but then I get these big hair horns and suddenly I’m in the 4th grade again, trying to grow my bangs out, and hating life at recess because of my giant hair wings. I’m holding strong. I have to get my hair cut again before we go to a big family thing in Mexico City in August (71 days!), but at least for the next month I’m chanting, “grow grow grow! stop looking so effing weird!”
I think I am a creature of the light. And not in the the pagan religion kind of way (though probably that as well). I wake up with the sun and I stay up later because the sun is out later. When I’d be struggling to keep awake at 9 pm in March, I am jumping around the house at 10:30 now. It is marvelous! I have been consistently waking up before my alarm this week. I want to kiss strangers and babies. I want to be a renegade and get less than 7 hours of sleep! Wahhoo! So many possibilities until October!
I’m starting to hate my work clothes. I wear the same thing every day. I cycle through the same boring pants, yes even the ones that are becoming see-through on the butt. My “new” jeans are now over a year old. Most of my work clothes all have something to do with the wintery months, or they are 2+ years old… yikes… realizing now more like 3+ years old. Yup. But I can’t bring myself to buy anything new. It feels frivolous and wasteful. Except I want to poke my eye out when I see myself in the mirror wearing the same black gap pants circa 2008 and that subtly sparkly holiday sweater that has no business being in June. Oh dilemmas.
So the crazy downstairs neighbor guy moved out officially while I was in Houston. It’s so quiet and normal again it’s like he never existed at all. Suddenly I can sleep in on Saturday without his crazy-town alarm going off at 7:00 am for no reason, no reason at all. I no longer have paranoia about finding him standing in my living room when I get back from the laundry room. I don’t wonder about the random articles of clothing piled up in the parking lot; the forgotten shoes, the hoodies, the long sleeved shirts. Because these things are no longer there anymore. We go about our day and we never even talk about him. It is marvelous.