Friday Flotsam

Fridel ay hee Fridel ay hee Fridel ay HEE HOOOOOO.

Quick poll!

Wait, are you missing me telling you about my dreams? Thing is, I haven’t had really anything crazy vivid to report. However, last night I did dream that I was walking down the dark halls of a deserted mall to find an empty Gadzooks. But there was an entire staff working there! They were all sitting on the floor in bright pink clothing, sifting through little ropes and plastic blocks. I asked them what they were doing, and one long, lanky dude with acne scars on his face looked up at me with a single tear in his left eye and asked with a nervous wobble in his voice, “Would you like to buy this activity kit? It even comes with a garden spray!” I replied, “No thanks, man. I have my own garden spray.”

(What is garden spray?)

See, this is why I’m not telling you my dreams lately. Aren’t you so relieved?

(side note: I used to work at Gadzooks back in my college years. I sure did. It’s where I learned about skanky Cancun bathing suits and Fatboy Slim.)

Wait, what was I saying?

Oh yeah, poll!

What is your favorite iPhone charger? You know how some are actual cases that plug in, and some are little sticks? What do you think is going to be my best bet for Europe? I’m putting together a list of your amazingly helpful suggestions, and I forgot to ask about that!

THAYANKS. (<–diphthong)

So a few days ago I was feeling pretty overwhelmed with everything. Stretched thin, tired, frustrated, bad hair, just BLAH. Aaron suggested we take the kiddos up to this school playground that leaves its gate open after hours so we could play a bit and de-stress. I boo hoo’d it for a sec, then decided to join up like a good little camper.

As we got there I spotted a long row of swings and thought, “Ehhh, it’s been about twenty years. Let’s see how fast I fall out and bust my face.” I climbed onto the swing and looked out at my view. See, this playground sits on top of a giant hill that overlooks our neighborhood. The sun was setting behind the tree tops, and everything glowed and glittered.

I started swinging, and closed my eyes into the sun to let it warm my face. You know that giddy, flittery feeling your stomach gets every time you swing down? I’d completely forgotten about that! I started laughing uncontrollably over that feeling, and immediately felt more relaxed. Hearing my own breaths and giggles crystal clear, I was transported back in time to my high school years, as a few of my best friends and I used to spend hours and hours swinging at our favorite little park in Hobbs, New Mexico. I hadn’t thought about that park, Triangle Park, in so.many.years. I smooched a boy in a tree top in that park. I moonlight ran through the sprinkler system with a boyfriend in that park. I played countless games of frisbee and kick ball with my youth group in that park. (cue Barbra Streisand – MEEEEEEMOOORRIIIIIIIES LIKE THE COOOOOOORNERS OF MY MIIIIIIIIND)

That 15 minutes of sunset swinging was SUCH therapy for me. I had no idea how swiftly it would erase all the anxiety I felt that day.

And then I fell out of the swing.

Just kidding!

…maybe.

Why do you think they call it Chicken Parmesan instead of Chicken Mozzarella? Is it because of the microscopic dusting of parmesan in the chicken breading? Seriously? Because I’m not seeing a lava lake of parmesan oozing off the chicken. Das mozz, y’all. It should be renamed “Chicken Mozzarella, Duh.”

(I do realize that’s a photo of Mexican food and not Chicken Parmesan ^^. I have issues.)

FNL update: halfway through season three and I’m still completely dying. So much has changed! But at the same time, not. (Spoilers! But they’re like, a decade old, so.) I feel like Julie and Matt are headed for a reconnect. I still don’t know if that baby is actually Jason’s. Haven’t seen him since last season. I LOVED Tyra’s stacked blonde bob last season. It’s cute-ish this season, a little darker and more even around her chin. But not quite as stunning.

I DO wonder though – do the football actors have stunt doubles? Surely they do. Suuuurely they wouldn’t allow Tim Riggins to run the risk of busting that marbled jaw of his.

I need to see behind-the-scenes. I need to know about the extras, the stunt doubles, all of it.

Guide me, oh Friday Night Lights lovahs.

Weekend plans?! It’s First Friday here in KC, so we may take the grems downtown to see some art. The weather is stinking FABULOUS, so I really want to get all the leaves sucked out the garden beds, so we can start tilling and getting it prepped for spring. I also want to buy some new jeans for Europe! I leave in two weeks. Are you so bored right now?

p.s. Eighties mix? Natch.

p.s.s. go swing.

p.s.s.s. but don’t fall out.

p.s.s.s.s. wait! snapchat you falling out so I can see.

p.s.s.s.s.s. okay bye.