Happy Monday!

So. I was just looking at the last time I blogged, and apparently it's time to fill this web page with the meaningless fluff and bull that is - my blog. Seriously. I'm not even sure why I do it except for my own amusement, since I never really have anything meaningful to blog about. But, alas, I must subject the few who do take a peek to the intricate and complex workings of my brain (insert fake, maniacal laugh here) because...wait. Why am I doing this again? Oh. Because I'm mormon, I'm married, and I think the prophet said so. I seem to have missed the memo on having children. Blast.

I went to Sam's Club and Costco today, only to discover that there is a reason I let my Costco card lapse. Seriously. Why do James and I need 83 gallons of milk or 67 pounds of peanuts? It's ridiculous.

You know what else is ridiculous? I was on my way to teach yoga tonight and looked in my rearview mirror, only to discover that I had a sweet kool-aid mustache all along my upper lip. I mean, seriously. What am I, 5? And it's not like this has never happened to me before - it's every time I take a frickin drink of kool-aid. Oooo but you seriously have to try the generic brand of Crystal Light - it's probably Great Value since it's Walmart - but the strawberry flava (that's right-flava). It's super good. So good, you may get a mustache, so be very, very careful. Unless, of course, you like that sort of thing.

Moving on. Becky and I were discussing the other day how we were pretty much tom-boy-ish growing up...I remember wearing t-shirts and jeans every day of my life...walking around town with Becky without any shoes or socks on...laughing at cheerleaders...making fun of boys who loved pink. When I was in elementary, I remember my favorite t-shirt was a sweet reptile gardens one with a big bird of some sort on the front. In high school, I pretty much wore whatever regional/state (insert various sport here) LARGE t-shirt I could lay my hands on. Oh. And Silvertab jeans that I probably could have fit 2 of me into. I remember bragging that I never put any product in my hair or wore any jewelry (Well, congratulations. You look like crap). I specifically remember showing up to school half the time with my hair wet. Sigh.

I'm not sure when that changed - don't get me wrong. I still love me some t-shirts and jeans, just ones that fit. And pretty much I still don't do my hair, but at least I try - sometimes I even use hairspray. But somewhere along the line, I started loving pink. And high-heeled shoes. And RUFFLES. I am obsessed with ruffles, I tell you. How girly can you get? And my last saving grace, the last thing keeping me from being completely girly (k, maybe not. Have you seen my nails?) has been my lack of jewelry. I've always been, again, half-proud that I don't wear any jewelry - I don't even have my ears pierced. It has kept me from completely embracing my two X chromosomes. But, alas...Cindy Allred invited me to a Silpada party last fall, and I have been wearing jewelry ever since. Well, when I remember. It's difficult, I tell you. I'm even having a party at my house this Thursday (yes, you are all invited. The 2 of you that actually read this...For real though, I sent out some invitations, but just to try and get the word out there. So anyone can come - 6:30-8:30 this Thursday, open house, my house. Just show up. Cindy Allred is the rep). Ahem. So yes. I'm still holding out on the piercing of the ears...alright, I still don't think I'm that girly, but just come to my stupid party.

For those of you, or you, singular, who are still reading - seriously, though...I have the attention span of a 2-year-old, so anything longer than a paragraph usually doesn't get read - I lost my train of thought. This is ridiculous. Happy Monday, everyone! You! Mom! Mom?