(Earrings and Shoes: Plato’s Closet Shirt and Camisole: Old Navy Jeans: Old Navy Maternity)
So apparently my middle son has inherited my flare for drama and slight hypochondria.
Here is something I overheard him say the other day:
“My arm hurts because my bone is trying to stick out of my skin. Stay in there, bone!”
I was freaked out a little at first, but when I looked at him he was fine. Yowza.
(Earrings: Cost Plus Shirt: Plato’s Closet Jeans: Old Navy Maternity Shoes: instagram shop)
So, not to sound like a total jerk, but I can’t believe I had a baby three weeks ago. I am so ready to be back to normal. I want more than nothing to work out. How weird is that? I saw a nurse at my doctor’s office that had gone for a run on her lunch break and I found myself being totally jealous of her. Now when the time comes and my doctor does approve me to exercise, I’m guessing the burst of energy will probably only last a week, but it’s a week I’m totally looking forward to.
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Let’s go back in the day to 1996, when I was in 10th grade Honors English and we were required to write poetry for an assignment. Well, being the stubborn Scottish girl that I am, I flat out refused. This probably wasn’t the best idea seeing as it got me kicked out of Honors, but I just couldn’t bring myself to understand poetry, let alone write a poem (unless they wanted something like “The fat cat and the rat sat on the mat”). Poetry didn’t make any sense to me. I wish someone would have told me then that music lyrics are a form of poetry because THAT makes sense to me. Back when my husband and I started dating, he would text me music lyrics, but I totally thought he was writing me poetry and you can’t believe how absolutely talented I thought he was. Ha! If I could go back to my sophomore year, I would have turned to the musicians for help writing that dumb assignment and maybe would have kept my lazy butt in Honors for the rest of my high school career. Blerg.
The Girl With The Smile 