Weekend schmeekend...

Charlie disgruntled with having his photo taken for the millionth time

I don't even know what happened to my Friday post. I think I was so excited to wear jeans to work I completely forgot about it. Guess I didn't have anything to say...and I still don't...


Friday night Bryan, Kaitlyn and I went for a bite to eat and then to see I Love You, Man. HILARIOUS...I laughed so hard, I had no idea it would be so good. You must see it immediately because you will have no idea what I'm talking about when I say "I'm slapping the bass."

Saturday I made it to yoga after giving myself a week off of exercising. Came home, cleaned the house, then hit a rough patch (don't ask) and thought up these miraculous tid bits:

1. Who has the right to decide if your reaction to something is an over reaction? You are the own judge of what you think and feel. There may be layers and reasons to the situation that make you react the way you do.

2. Sometimes I hate being an adult and I only want to worry about myself. And some days I don't even want to do that.

3. I think everyone should make a list of 5 things that are important to them, and can't be compromised. It's okay if those things change from time to time as long as they are out there and understood. This goes for what makes you happy as well. I don't know what I want, and I don't know how I should expect you to either.

4. Doubt is one of the worst feelings in the world. Especially when it is about yourself.

Then all that philosophical bullshit got to me and I just about had a nervous breakdown, so I decided to go to Starbucks to read and listen to music. And of course I run into an old boyfriends parents. I smiled big and talked up my life (which is going well despite the day I was having). Then I tried to read their smiles which seemed to say one of two things... "this chick is crazy and we're so glad our son didn't end up with her" or "this chick has her shit together and it's too bad our son didn't end up with her." Although I did notice one of their facial expressions that clearly said "her red coat is fucking awesome." So I had my cup of coffee and started in on 'The Last Lecture' by Randy Pausch. But I also brought David Sedaris in case the cancer talk became too much.

Later Aunt Flo punched me in the gut and laid me out on my back for the rest of the day causing me to consume 3 glasses of wine in the bathtub, instead of having dinner.

Sunday I walked to dogs when the sun finally peeked, and went to yoga again. Then my Father-in-law brought us dinner and that brings us to right now...so I guess it's goodnight.

Hope you had a good weekend. Looking forward to hearing what you did!