Juggling Life

What's on my Mind (Shallow Edition)

I read a really intriguing book last week (I've been taking Friday, my weekday off, as a reading day-it's divine). The book is What Alice Forgot by Liane Moriarty. It's about a women with three children and in the midst of a divorce. She falls off her bike during spin class and wakes up with the last 10 years of her life lost to amnesia. She thinks she's 28 and a derlirously-happy newlywed anticipating the birth of her first child. It gets you thinking.

Social Butterfly and I saw 50/50 on Saturday afternoon. She tried to pull a last-minute switcheroo and try to get me to see What's Your Number instead. Now I don't mind seeing that movie but not when I was planning on seeing a great movie. It was phenomenal. I do this thing lately when I see movies where I name the young lead the new old lead. For example, Joseph Gordon-Levitt is the new John Cucask.

SB is still more than happy to go to movies with me because she's still not 17 and our movie theatre cards hard-core. They won't even let you buy them a ticket unless you also sit with them. Her birthday's coming soon . . . 11/11/11. Yeah, that calls for a party.

Breaking Bad. Oh, I know I'm late to this particular rodeo, but Yowza! it is good. Saturday night I was wide awake (why, oh why do I ever drink caffeine after noon?); I was up until almost one a.m. watching BB and playing Words with Friends.

Twitter. I don't really know. Maybe I'm too late to the party. It's a great big time-suck if you pay close attention. There is a lot self-promotion and that's so not my thing. Then again, sometimes you find things you wouldn't have come across any other way. So that's good. Twitter. I'm doing it but I'm not in love with it.

Sunday I put together brunch with friends. It was a Groupon that was going to expire--all summer long whenever I'd bring up a weekend it didn't work for someone. Friday night I put it on FB and we got a crowd of 10. It was wicked fun. The mimosas were endless and I wasn't driving. I needed a nap when I got home.

In the interests of amusing you half as much as this picture amused my daughter after she snapped it while I was snoozing away.

You don't often see a picture of me when I'm not camera-ready! That is not what I wore to brunch.

        Book group and water polo friends getting to know one another!

 

Because I have to get this out in the open . . .

(Also, I have a piece over at Mrs. G’s)

Many of you mentioned Zumba in response to what you do for exercise. Yes, I’ve heard of it. I’m sure you have quite a good time doing it. I know several people, including my SIL, who love it.

I will never (and by that I mean never, ever, ever, ever, ever) try it.

Why, you ask?

I have no (and by that I mean zero to the infinity) rhythm whatsoever. Like in a totally embarrassing way. On Dance, Dance Revolution I can make it through a whole song without hitting it right once. True story.

It’s a handicap I tell you.

But you all enjoy your Zumba without me!

Bad Dog!

Playing Hooky and Being Surprised

Social Butterfly left for San Francisco today to spend Spring Break with her "village" family. It was her first time flying alone. Due to my incipient memory loss a scheduling error, I was supposed to be in class at the same time I was supposed to be putting her on a plane. There was no alternative--I had to play hooky.

    Leaving on a jet plane--flying through an uncharacteristically cloudy sky.

            Reunited--SB and Lolo--her twin is feeling camera shy.

So aside from taking SB to the airport--a 3 hr trip with the 40-minute plane delay--what did I do with my "hooky" day? Get my teeth cleaned, exercise and do laundry. I know, I'm livin' large--don't be a hater.

I couldn't feel to sorry for myself though, after I found an unexpected package on my front door.

A lovely gift of bath goodies and THE GREATEST card--from She. She swiped a picture off this post and turned it into a card--how clever and cute is that? Very, I know. What a nice surprise. She is not only a blog friend, but the kind of teacher I aspire to be and a teacher I wish my kids could have. I have my fingers crossed that I'll be meeting her irl soon. If I don't comment on your blog tonight, you can blame She--I'll be trying out my new bath salts and bath pillow with suction cups.

Who Am I?

Jenn loves the way Bossy refers to herself as Bossy, And Jenn practically swoons over how Mrs. G tells us all about what's happening with Mrs. G. Jenn thinks it's cute when her pal and classmate, Erica, says things like, "Erica wishes Erica did not have to work today."

So Jenn thought she'd give it a try herself. But Jenn found that it a was a lot like the leather pants she   thought about buying when she was a hundred years little younger. Jenn told herself, "How will anyone know that I feel like an idiot in these pants. For all they know, I'm the kind of girl that wears leather pants routinely. If I act like I'm just another hot chick in leather pants, maybe no one will figure that I feel like a big, fat, hot chick imposter." Eventually Jenn realized she would never be able to pull it off--the pants looked good, but the spirit just wasn't willing.

Jenn realizes that she feels about referring to herself in the third-person the same she did about the leather pants. So, as she did with the pants, Jenn is going to hang the use of third-person back on the rack, and leave it for someone with a little more moxie.