where life meets style
I’ve been trying to write a coherent post for…ooh, a while now. But you know what? It’s not going to happen. Instead, I’m just going to empty the contents of my brain into the blog. You’re welcome.
Goodbye, scones. I’ve been having some stomach issues (I will spare you the details — again, you’re welcome!) and after trying everything else I could think of, I stopped eating wheat, and lo and behold, no more stomach issues! I’m not going gluten free, because my god there’s gluten in EVERYTHING and I am too lazy to do my research, but I’m skipping all the things that I know are wheat based. Which means most of the things I love. Like carbohydrates. Wah. I’m basically replacing wheat with quinoa, which is totally working for me — my favorite thing so far is quinoa fajitas. I just pile all the fajita fixings on top of the quinoa. Easy! And delicious. Yum.
Pixie Pants FTW! I’m completely obsessed with my J. Crew Pixie pants; I’ve bought two pairs in the past month, in black and navy. On sale, both times! With no shipping charge! Go me. Rachel recommended them last year (I think her exact words were something like, “THESE ARE THE BEST PANTS EVER”) and she was exactly right. They’re really a fairly substantial legging, as opposed to a traditional trouser, but damn they’re comfy. I would wear them every day if I could. Instead, I’m wearing them pretty much every other day.
Run like the wiiiiiind! I’m running the Williams Route 66 Marathon half in 26 days. Which means that in 25 days, Rita and I will be hopping on the Kilpatrick Turnpike and heading to Tulsa for our third annual Half-Assed Girls Getaway™. Last year, we picked up my race registration, ate dinner at 4 pm and were in bed at 7:30. Best Saturday night ever (but a pretty lame girls’ weekend). ((Whatever, we won’t have our kids with us, so it’s a win! Woo!))
90 days, max. I’m seeing a new therapist; I love her and would like to have her live in my closet because good lord I need a lot of therapy. Last week and in the course of telling her about a specific thing that was worrying me, I started spinning out my fear that one of my children (who shall remain nameless) will still be living in my game room when he’s 30 because he cannot manage money and OMG I’m going to have to pay his rent FOREVER GAH. And she said, “Wait, wait, STOP. Don’t do that. Don’t worry about anything that’s more than three months away. Ok?” Best thing anyone has ever said to me.