THE BLOG
So it turns out that you can cook all day and only have 2 meals to show for it. Let me back up. I woke up this morning with a plan, and agenda if you will. I have Jacob to chauffeur around, cherubs to get to school, a client at 10 am, a photo shoot...
Seriously, somebody tell me why I’m doing this. Because I can’t honestly tell you who I’m helping. But I am driving myself insane.
I helped someone. You can borrow my good deed if you want to. Just let me know and I’ll drop it off to you. 😉
Dude. You’re helping me reinforce the reasons I decided not to do it. Thanks!
you’re serving as a reminder as to why I haven’t updated my blog since January.. 🙂
I’m going to help all of us by not whining about how sick I am right now. You’re welcome.
And now you tell me after I bought a whole chunk of cheese?! Good thing we’ve got whine at my house …
and their parents. I am so happy for this family. (Thanks for letting me be part of this day guys.)
You’re such a girl and I love you!
I LOVE these pictures! I can’t believe the rain stopped long enough to take them. What a beautiful family! Great job with the shots, too.
Today I shopped. At the mall. With a girlfriend. Squee. Yeah, totally out of character for me, but it was fun. Said friend, Tifani, suggested I blog about helping her find a dress for her husband’s work Christmas party, but really I think she helped me. I haven’t gotten out and done ‘girl’ things in...
It’s funny that you should mention this subject as I’ve been thinking A LOT about friendship and how we make friends especially as adults. Someday when I recover from NaBloPoMo, I’ll probably blog about it. Glad you had a good time. 🙂
Ok. I’m just gonna say it. I’m jealous. I want to be your shopping buddy. I want to be your special friend that you can do girly things with. I want to be in Louisiana right now. I miss your face.
My really good girlfriends are all over the country, except for where I am. But when I get back together with them, it’s like magic happens and I remember I’m awesome as a chick again. It needs to happen about once a year to keep me from forcing my husband to go to Bath and Body Works with me.
I think the glory is in the boots. With that kind of find, really, how good could the rest of the day be? Some things you just can’t compete with.