Hacking: This list of prompts I saw on someone else's blog
Listening: To a song that is stuck in my head from when I woke up this morning. Adele's "Melt My Heart to Stone." I will put it on repeat for about 2 more hours until I never want to ever hear it again. For at least a month.
Eating: A banana & some cashews.
Drinking: Water from a mug John got me while I was still pregnant. It says "A daughter is a gift of the heart." True dat.
Wearing: Khaki shorts and a t-shirt my in-laws bought me. It has a graphic of Albert Einstein holding a glass of wine and says "Albert Winestein - Drink a few glasses and become a genius."
Reading: Presumed Guilty by James Scott Bell. I WILL get through it this time.
Feeling: Like I'd rather be home with John and the baby right now instead of at work with little to do on this molten lava hot Saturday afternoon.
Wanting: A bigger house. And when I say "want" I mean "with every fiber of my being." I have my eye on one that would be perfect for us.
Praying: About so many things...John's job, the bigger house, when to have our 2nd baby, my mom's health, my family's ability to get along...
Enjoying: Having the whole office to myself and smelling the pizza I have cooking in the toaster oven.
Wondering: Why I referred to my coworker's girlfriend as his 'steady'. What am I, 70???
Scrapping: Only in my dreams. Don't have the space for it right now.
Loving: Almond butter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Needing: To start running. I just have to get over my hatred of being hot & sweaty. And the potential that I could very well die out in this heat. And how my body will protest in the beginning. Let's be honest, this is what the conversation would be like:
Me: Hey, let's run somewhere.
Me: Just to see what will happen.
Feet: I can't right now. I'm busy holding down this pillow and coffee table.
Me: Awe, come on. It will be fun.
Brain: Do you know how freakin hot it is outside? It's like being an inch from the sun.
Me: You are being dramatic. Running will make us healthy.
Lungs: It will not. It will make us die. Because if you run ANYWHERE I swear I will explode and literally kill you. So go ahead. Try me. It's your funeral.
Me: Wow. That's a pretty creepy but solid argument.
1 year ago