Today I Don't Feel Like Doing Anything

I have been living the Bruno Mars song all day thusfar. I haven't had a full day just to myself off since Easter. 

So far I have:

done laundry

the dishes

cleaned the fridge of all spoiled leftovers (a monthly task.)

made myself a cheery Coke to go with my leftover savory garlic cheesecake

& hand washed all of my bras. Ok, not *all* but at least the ones that get regular wear.

To note: If you want your investments to last, [and you do, right?] then never ever simply chuck your bras, specifically lace and padded ones, into the wash with the rest of your laundry. Get yourself some Woolite, scrub your sink first, and then hand wash and hang your lovelies. They'll keep their shape better, won't snag or pill, and, having been a firm believer for a long time in flat out never washing your bras [insert obligatory grossed out face here], it'll stop them from sweat-staining and causing skin irritation.

Directions almost always say to wash in cold water and lay flat to dry, but my system works for me, with a few more detailed steps: 

1) Wash them in warm water separately with the Woolite (I am just convinced the warmer water kills more germs)

2) Then rinse them in very cold water to "save" the fabric, squeezing them out gently

3) Take some serious time reshaping the outter fabric (otherwise it'll dry sort of lumpy and is visible through most shirts) and repuffing/forming the padding

4) Hang over your shower curtain if you don't have an outdoor line (or, in my case, live in a neighborhood where you don't particularly trust leaving your expensive lady garments hanging unattended...) by the center or else the weight of the soaked cups will stretch your straps:

5) Once they're done consistently drip drying (give them at least 2 hours), gently squeeze them again and lay flat to finish drying on some clean towels. If you leave them hanging too long (read: like a whole day), you run the risk of stretching the center and ruining the overall cleavage-creating shape. I like to lay some drier sheets between the towels and bras here and there to give them an extra fresh clean smell as well. 

Mine aren't to the totally dry phase yet, but I've got photos to finish editing and a roomie dinner date to get ready for - Lost Tapatios is my favorite hole in the wall restaurant in town and Casey's never been there! Crazy, so obviously it's a Mexican Monday over here.

In other news, the pets are modest and agile.

 

Swayze just got a grooming last week. I'm not happy that the groomer didn't listen to what I asked for (simple request: make his body fur short so he's not so hot, but please don't touch his face or head) - and then she did.  We won't be going back there.

 

And Mildred likes being on shoulders, and only sleeps well on Jill's neck while she lays down.

That's about all from State Street. How's it going in your neighborhood?

Just Something

I just wanted to make a comment, just put it out there in the world.

I follow an adorable blog by the beautiful Naomi (whom I've never met, and can't for the life of me remember how I ever found her blog in the first place) - and as I've slacked in my catching up on blogs that aren't random Tumblr posts, I've taken tonight off from other social media to catch up on the people I consider friends that I've never met and would some day love to (read: Elsie, Miss James, and of course Taza herself)  [or who I know&love and are far away: read: Mackenzie, Locatelli, and GracieLou].

Anyway, the point is, I finally got to reading this quick post by Naomi, and I must say... I'm so glad I "know" such positive people. Almost everything on her "what made my weekend not so good" list would have put me in such a funk, I'd be numb and unreachable & probably whiney for days. I can't even imagine those situations without my stomach tightening up and not being able to move past it so quickly. She's so positive, and her photos always lift my spirits. She can take her bad days and still find some optimism. I'm always mindblown and heart-warmed to read her posts, so I am relishing catching up on the (almost 2 months) I've fallen behind. I've missed all her baby girl posts, and I'm going to be honest here, I got really irritated when a bunch of the blogs I was following all "got pregnant" at the same time, because interesting people became baby-obsessed people, and I had to willingly neglect their posts; Naomi is the only one that stayed true to her personality, her full-life and not just pregnant life, and she continues to do so even post-baby. She's also adorable to boot - her and the baby, you pick.

You should follow her if you aren't already, and take a hit off that happy train. Modern life is tough, I hope to become a more positive person by taking her example - and I'm not going to be pushy but... couldn't we all use a bit more of that?

Quickly

I swear I had lots to catch up on, time to make up, and stories to tell. I had grand ideas of sitting at my computer tonight while driving home from Rome, and now I can't remember anything worth filling you in on. 

Some things I'm thinking you should know:

Happy mothers day!
I saw my son and his new girlfriend's band play at a college Battle, and take home second.

Jill is moving into a house with her sister & starting new jobs & generally quite stressed & all I want to do is be there to help, but life keeps getting in the way.

We did, however, get rained out of a Bmets baseball game, catch a cheap movie, and join good friends for Cinco de Mayo and birthday festivities. Then we got to see Ellis, an amazing acoustic performer in a ridiculously intimate concert in a stranger's living room Friday night. I got a wonderful hot tea, her autograph and then fangirl'd out altogether too intensely.

Mildred is officially in our lives, and I love her so hard already.

I've been eating an obscene amount of Mexian food, and had a bit too much tequila last night.

I'm going to Provincetown with my gays in June for a few days. 

Then I'll be headed to Philly to see Britney Spears and Nicki Minaj the end of July. 

Somewhere in the middle, I hope to freelance a whole bunch & play outside with my puppy every given chance. 

That's the exciting stuff over here. My summer won't suck, that's for damn sure.

Happy Easter!

I would say Happy Zombie Jesus Day, but it feels disingenuous because....

I just became legally ordained.

That's right, it was on the list, and I figured what a better day to follow through than Easter?

Bring on the weddings & civil unions! 

In other news, I'm going to be spending the rest of my evening doing dishes, laundry, and editing the better part of 900 photos from Thursday. Hope you've all had a wonderful holiday with your family, loved ones, and fluffy ones like I have.

Just Saying Hi

And showing off my new glass.

I'm a busy kid. 

So I'm just stopping in, saying hi, and hoping you have silly things that keep you going when you're at your busiest.

Mine is a Sprite with marachino cherries when I don't want the extra caffeine or booze at night (with a mustache, obv).

Which quickly leads me to this fun story:

I was looking for said cherries, and I yell to Casey where hers are. 

"In the drinking section."

Sound reasonable, so I open the fridge and...

Ok, 3 guesses to where the cherries are. 

If you guessed the section of the door with all the wine and liquor... you'd be wrong.

If you guessed in the main part of the fridge by all of the beer and juices (check the OE 40, it was the housewarming gift from my dad [aces.]), you'd be wrong again.

Finally, if you guessed in the salad drawer in the bottom left where there's a few smuggled away Miller Chills (sneaky sneaky. and I don't share well)... then ok, you can't find them either and I'm not alone.

No no, they're behind the ONE bottle of Disaronno on the fridge door. 

Yes, the tiniest jar behind the biggest liquor bottle. And as it's the only bottle that Casey distinctly calls hers, it is therefore the "drinking section" of the fridge. I thought this was hilarious, so I had to share.

(Just to clarify, the beverages in our fridge fall in the following categories: juices we only use for breakfast not mixers, juices we only use for mixers not breakfast, sodas I take to work, sodas Glenn uses for his booze when he visits, booze that neither of us drink but our friends do, beer her boyfriend brings over, beer I share with her boyfriend, beer I hide in the salad drawer and don't share with anyone, and a jug of juice I bought Jill the week I moved in. Casey has her Disaronno, I have wine, and we like caffeine. The rest... tends to be for visitors. Or, ya know, breakfast. We work too much to be such independent lushes).

Ok, I'm exhausted and I no longer have days off, ever. Bed time for this kid.