Dinner. Not great, but works in a pinch when you get home from work late.
My niece is a graduate. Preschool is completed, now on to kindergarten. I know she’ll have no problems as she’s super smart and such a cool kid. But, I’d be lying if I said it’s a little sad that she’s growing up so fast. I’m going to miss it when she’s too old to want to come get candy or play games. Luckily, I probably have a few years left. Congrats Bri! Good luck in kindergarten!
Earlier this month, I saw something on FabFitFun about the best home workouts. Never one to shy away from a recommendation, I ordered Element Power Yoga on Amazon. It came in a few days ago, but I just now got the chance to try it. Not being someone who has done much yoga past that on the Wii Fit, I went into it with an open mind. And, it was super tough. I’m not a chant-y kind of person, so I have to say I found it difficult to get into the breathing and the occasional hum. However, the workout is amazing. I’m not ashamed to say I struggled. I’m beast at dragon and downward dog, but some of the other poses kicked my tail. Also, the core exercises are awesome. I loved those. It was more some of the standing on one leg with arms outstretched stuff that I almost flopped over on. And, never have I ever been able to do a split. Maybe I’ll learn though, because I completely plan on continuing with this workout. Now, could someone please scrape me off the floor? K, thanks!
The accusations being thrown around in this case are disgusting. Granted, from a journalist’s point of view, the whole thing is a huge story, but even though a story like this would definitely increase a career profile, no one ever hopes for something like it, at least I hope they don’t. Here’s this young mother whose child went missing and she didn’t care, didn’t report it, didn’t do anything. Instead, according to this case, all she’s done is make up lies. Lies about a yet-to-be found nanny, lies about a job at Universal Studios and now she’s saying her father helped her find Caylee in the pool after she drowned, along with allegations of abuse. Insane. I hope justice will be served in this case because a 2-year-old deserves it. It reminds me of the scene in “The Lovely Bones,” when the girls can’t rest until they’re found. At least she’s been found, now she deserves justice.
A few posts ago, I posted a picture of a little bird’s nest who lives outside my door. Well, that nest that was once empty is now full–really full. I’m glad her nest wasn’t attacked by anything and her eggs were able to survive, but I have to wonder how all these little growing birds fit into that one nest. I guess that’s one way of having a tight-knit family. I’m sure they’ll all be learning to fly soon, if they haven’t started already. While they make a bit of a mess and I’m still worried about the snake attraction factor, I’m enjoying watching them grow and I hope nothing happens to them. They’re kind of like little pets, which is nice, since I’m in a no pet zone and I don’t get to see Rags too often.
So I housesitted for my parents this weekend and everything went great–until I walked into the bathroom this morning and found this. I’m not a spider person. However, I’m not so bad that I would kill one I see outside, but once you cross into my territory all bets are off. After screaming for what seemed like a few seconds, but was probably like a minute, I realized there was no way I was getting close enough to this to step on it. I went back into the kitchen and found two cans of insect spray, albeit neither one made for spiders. The better picture would have been me holding up the two cans of bug spray spraying the bathroom like a crazy person, but sadly no one else was there to capture that. After coating the spider with the flying insect spray, I then decided to back it up with the ant spray. That made him move! I went away to find something to beat him with and came back to find he had moved. Aah! I ended up squashing him with a Swiffer sweeper. I felt kind of bad about killing him, he may have had a family, but he shouldn’t have come into the house. And more importantly, how long had he been in the house and where before I actually spotted him? I’d rather not think about that.
Today was pretty much a wasted day. Ron went to help his family with a project, I laid in the chair and watched tv and Rags slept in the floor. And even though we didn’t do anything, I wouldn’t trade it. It was nice to spend the day with Rags. He’s getting older and you never know how much longer he has left. It isn’t easy coming to terms with the fact that you’re going to lose your best friend, someone you’ve grown up with, so it’s important to take advantage of the time you have left. Even if it means being lazy on Sunday.