Confession #376

Pen wanted her photo snapped with "the other Napoleon"

 

In her mind (and ok fine, mine too), Napoleon Dynomite is the primary and most famous...gosh.

Confession #375

My hair takes one decent photo every 10 years, on average. This decade's decent hair moment was sandwiched between these two goofs.

 

HBD Bobby

Velontines Day

VDay is a weird holiday. I love when people coordinate creative celebrations that make it feel cool instead of lame. Holland nailed it a few years ago. 

And this year, PDX is nailing it with velotine's day...drop in to the community cycle center, tell them your message and valentine, they type it (on a typewriter) and deliver it by bike. ha. portland, be mine. 

And...funny confession....looking back through my blog archives...I remember how much the kids and I got into vday a few years ago....wow. 

Confession #374

I'm kinda dying to go here. ASAP. Fingerbang!

Confession #373

I will sleep so much better knowing that my beloved VQ chocolate souffle shall live on. Phew. Best news. 

Confession #372

When your work day starts by picking up 3 dozen hot delicious fresh doughnuts at Pips, you have a sweet job...

Confession #371

How is it already Monday morning? I'm craving Friday night vibes...cuz our Friday night vibe was so good.

We piled 6 adults into MC's  crazy old  new VW van, blasted some 90's hip hop pandora, and rolled all over town laughing.

So fun to check out the new besaws. You guys, 2 words: Chicken&Waffles. 

Their wallpaper give Imperial's wallpaper a run for its money. Je l'adore. Both places make me wanna pursue wallpaper in some way some day...

Confession #370

True story: this is my bottom desk drawer at work.

True detail: the lemon flavor chocolate was a purchase inspired by lemonade. The Bey Countdown is sooooooooooo on.

Confession #369

Repainting my dresser meant I had to also paint my nails. Because, that is just how my brain works. Loving navy lately. Also loving my new brass hardware. 

Confession #368

I had no intention of hitting up target today for the Marimekko collab. It was barely on my radar, certainly not a priority. However, when 3 different VIPs from different phases of my life all texted me reminders...I felt maybe they know me better than I know me? And I made some time to get to the bullseye. I scooped up a few sweet finds, including this mom and me bathing suit situation...which will serve us well the next 2 days...because I am taking the kids here. Am I amazing or crazy?

Confession #367

It thrills me to know my daughter didn't have to wait 39 years for this to be invented. Amen for innovation.

Confession #366

Ever wonder who gets coffee from those bikini baristas?

UncleRy does. Love him, and his questionable taste. We should all be so lucky to have someone in our lives who texts us photos like this one mid-day on a Monday. 

He left us yesterday, we miss him already.

LinkedIn

Life is good when you have a job where your linkedin profile picture can be something like this...

Confession #365

Baby girl got a piano. If the only ROI ends up being this photo, I'm at peace. 

I also wish I could have overheard the conversation that happened with her and her piano teacher, causing her to replace "dogs" with "cookies". She is her mama's daughter. Ummm, cookies. 

End of an Era and Confession #364

This news bums us out. VQ is our go to. We go for bdays, we go to celebrate BQ marathons (immediately after these photos were taken, we headed to VQ), we go for random date nights, we bring out of towners there. Their patio is a dream. So is their burger. So is their chocolate soufflé.

Confession: If there was a contest to honor the best VQ memory...I would be a contender. The night I snapped this belly selfie, O and I headed to VQ to celebrate my bday. While there, my water broke. You better believe we stayed right there at the table until I finished my chocolate soufflé. 

Confession #364

I bought this. Because: duh.

If I could go back in time I would wear it for this and this. Onward. 

Confession #363

I love this photo. But...

Something is missing...ME!

What kind of besties go to Paris without me?!?!

I forgive you.

Confession #362

Speaking of birthdays...I am hosting a fete for my sweetP birthday girl and her entire class in about 2 hours. Big class, small house. Wish me luck.

Confession #362

As a girl, I was never a barbie girl, even if I have several old barbie posts. Try to watch this new ad and not be converted. Suddenly I want to buy P some barbies. Or maybe just buy stock in mattel. Either way, well done team barbie, well done.

Confession #361

Monday was the worst day of our re-entry. A day I dreaded for years. It was the day they delivered all the crap that sat in storage for nearly 3 years. Obviously nothing in this delivery was essential. I sat at the bottom of our stairs and edited ruthlessly. We freecycled ALOT of things...

I don't want to do the math to find out how much $ was spent on monthly storage expenses...because who would want to do that math? I am confident the ROI still pencils out, because...look what I found in the pile: