I woke up at 6:06 this morning and Bridger hadn’t made a peep yet. I tried going back to sleep but couldn’t because I had to pee and I was worried that since I hadn’t heard him he was dead in his crate. I waited until 6:16 to
recover the body, check on him. He was fine, just a little tired from all the fetching (!!) he did last night.
I’m going to be the most anxious parent to real children.
A Michael Kors tote bag.
Not hating on MK, just making an observation via conclusive Facebook and Instagram evidence.
But can we focus just a little bit more on the fact that this is something girls can do just as well as boys/girls are strong too, and not so much on OMG a girl did that, what a miracle!
He did! For the 10 weeks he’s in philly he’s judging cheesesteaks and trying to not clog his arteries too much.
Chezsteak.tumblr.com. I thought of the name.
- Me: FYI Nordstrom is having a sale and I'm buying a new jacket for fall
- Russell: Because you don't have enough :)
- Me: I need one for fall! So I can stop wearing the North Face I've had since 2004!
- Russell: Yeah, go YOLO on that.
- Me: I don't think I've lost any weight from crossfit/working out more
- Male British friend: really?! It has surely shifted!
- Me: um. I've gotten more toned...shifted?!
Why do I know this? Because she posted the balls on Facebook.
So basically, I quit the internet.
I’m loving this new “trend” of actresses dying their hair crazy colors like purple and blue. It transports me back to freshman year of high school (early 2000s!) when I was on the crew team and roomed with the “crazy” girls at an away regatta and they all dyed their hair since we were adult-less.
Side note: they were deemed “crazy” because they were kind of goth/punk/dressed like they stepped out of Hot Topic, had a lot of piercings, dyed their hair crazy colors and a few were lesbians. In reality, they weren’t crazy at all, they just didn’t look like the rest of us, but I’m sure most of the white middle-class parents on our team thought they were all going to turn us into blue-haired lesbians, but I digress.
So they dyed their hair (using manic panic!) and of course I was there to watch/did not dye my hair because my parents would kill me and I really liked my hair. One dyed hers red and stained the bathtub. In a fit of spontaneity (I am not/was not spontaneous) I dyed one single strand of hair (underneath, so my parents couldn’t see), and thought I was the baddest motherfucker there.
And now I’m full of energy/nervousness.(I’ll explain in like 2.5 weeks)
I just got chewed out over the phone by some douche who is pissed because we don’t have enough free databases at his disposal so he can do research to find a new job. I tried looking him up after I finally got him off the phone. HE’S NOT EVEN ON LINKEDIN. If he had taken a breath and let me actually SPEAK, I probably could have told him that’s step number 1 to getting a job.