A moment

Melinda says she doesn't like my new blog layout.  Do the rest of you feel that way too?  Did anyone else even notice?  Is this thing on?  *crickets*

Boot camp is awesome and I want to go every day.  I haven't lost any weight, but I feel like a total badass when class is over, which means I have to drive home with my windows down and my music loud and my arm out the window, making eye contact with the drivers stopped next to me at red lights, raising my eyebrows at them as if to say "Are you awesome, too?  Want to rock to this song with me?"  Of course, they turn their heads quickly and pretend they don't notice the crazy sweaty girl making eyes at them from the car the next lane over, the one bumping her hand on the steering wheel out of time with the loud Ben Harper CD that was hot maybe 12 years ago.   But whatever.  Boot camp is where it's at.

Snapshots

I synced my phone to my computer for the first time since February, and then spent my morning reviewing the last three months of my life.  I've got lots of catching up to do, it seems. 

Here's a start:

A boy and his uke

 

Angie and Jimi and I went to dinner at the Cafe Mimosa on New Year's Eve.

Angie told us 'bout it.

(Notice Mad Men and Jersey Shore dining behind our friend? Yeah.)

On our way to the 138th Kentucky Derby, 2012

The horse saw me taking pictures and followed me around the rest of the night.
Fuckin' furries.

The hydrant must've been chilly.

The local ice cream shop sells milk bone sundaes. 

Finn loves ice cream.

Uh huh.

Brew Day!

Just add juice and a blender and viola!  Breakfast!

Front porch view

First Derby with my Daddy.

I don't know these guys.  I asked if I could take their picture, and Jimi said I should get in there with them.
Then he said, "Grab ya a big ol' handful of ass, baby!"
So I did.
I mean, it was Derby, it was totally expected and fine.

 

Barb made me an origami bouquet for my birthday.  I love it so much.

 

More words soon, friends, but for now, I've gotta go spend the day with my Momma.  I hope this day is a good one for you all.  Happy Sunday, and Happy Mother's Day!

I never blog anymore.

I went to the Kentucky Derby last weekend.  I did.  I have pictures and video, too.  One of these days, I'll transfer that stuff from camera to computer to here, but probably not today.

My Daddy turned 60 yesterday.  We're having his birthday dinner tonight.  Italian.  After boot camp, so I can eat my weight in pasta. 

I spend a lot of time thinking "one of these days, i'll..." and then I never take the next step and actually DO.  I'm gonna stop that.  Which "that", I'm not sure yet.

There's a lot in my head, but it's mostly work stuff that I'm trying to not forget about between now and the time I get back to work.  The crazy's pretty quiet these days.  Nice change. 

SWOON

He's in there, lying in bed, playing with the Picasso app on the kindle, drawing a red and black heart that says "Jimi Loves Natalie". 

/SWOON

I say dumb things.

Today...
I asked a Hispanic co-worker if he'd mow my lawn.  (He looked at me like I'd grown a second head - in my defense, he lives down the street from me and said he was taking the day off tomorrow.  I would've made the "Will you mow my lawn?" comment to anyone in the same circumstances.)

And then I threatened to whip an African-American co-worker.  (He was apologizing for being late to his delivery.  I regularly threaten to "beat" Jimi and my friends for minor infractions - I thought I was being funny.  For a moment.)

What the FUCK, Natalie? 

I should probably stop talking.