I’m linking up with my good interwebby friend Meghan from Clean Eats Fast Feets once again for this week’s Week in Review. I’m in a huge hurry so this is going to be a little messy.
First of all, a huge legit shout out to Justin from The Detail Shop for tackling the Honda Odyssey. He made that thing his bitch, and it’s never been cleaner. I should have taken a before and after picture but then honestly, it was so dirty that you all would need tetanus shots just from looking at it. For my local friends, Justin has two shops in Abbotsford: one on the East side (East side, yo!) and the West side (gangsta mahfahks!). I’m sure you can correctly assume that Justin had absolutely nothing to do with this plug other than doing an absofuckinglutley magnificent job on our van, and for this, I owe him my life. OH! AND HE FOUND MY IPOD SHUFFLE!!!!!! So I owe him my other eight lives too. He even spotted me a cute little courtesy car so I could scoot about town and get a bunch of shit done. MY HERO.
Anyway, other stuff happened, too. After writing my post about vegetables, I’ve been eating them daily. You can see my enthusiasm for the broccoli cauliflower combo.
It was hot here. It still is, although it’s getting a little cooler. We dealt with it by doing this:
And when that didn’t work, we did this:
And then we watched Kylah kick some serious ass in the 1500m race:
On a more sentimental note, for the last month or so I’ve been all go go go. I realized the other day that I haven’t cried in a very long time which means that I haven’t been very self aware or in touch with my feelings. Rather, I’ve been so task oriented that my brain has completely taken over my heart.
(This is all bullshit code for “I have PMS.”)
So the other night, when I was trying to sleep (in the heat) I lay on my back and put my palms on my belly and I let myself feel the loose skin, the squishy silly putty feeling that pushed back at me from the growth that came along with my babies. And instead of clenching my teeth and knotting my fists, I pushed back. Because I wanted to feel the discomfort of the pain that comes with real love.
Then I read this quote in the morning:
And then because I felt totally zen with the Jesus universe angel channel for speaking to me at such an early hour, I welcomed this musical suggestion from my eldest insomniac offspring. Check it out:
I just re-read this post and I have come to the assumption that I a) write way better when I’ve had wine or b) I only think I write way better because I’ve had wine.
Meghan, forgive me for taking so long on this one. I ate a public banana today in your honour.
Do you guys ever feel weird when you eat bananas in public?
Our kids hate it when I pack bananas in their lunches.
What’s your resting face like? Is it resting bitch face? Resting smile face?
Mine is resting old face.
Where do you carry all your stress and pain? Like, which body part?