'round here.

 

• Ramsey beach week starts Saturday.
• I'm in a horrible lazy slump.  Not much is getting done at my roost.
• The timing of these two things don't go well together.  Like usual, it's now the last minute to get prepped for a trip.  Sure, I made my packing list and started a bit of laundry, but that's where the preparedness ends.  As far as prioritizing, I pegged reading as the most important item to tackle first and earlier today I purchased my reading bits.  The stack includes ~ Wild, The Secret Life of Bees and a bushel of mags including National Geographic, Whole Living, Donna Hay and Wanderlust.  I was on the hunt for a good art/design periodical but came up empty.  {fyi: Billy Webb pegged getting new t-shirts as #1 priority on his list.  also accomplished today} 
• Road Trips.  Billy Webb and I have separate grown-up getaways coming up.  He to Vermont for a biking, camping, guys only weekend.  Me to NYC for a quick overnight visit.  I'll keep you posted on my itinerary as it shapes up. 
• Fall activities.  what to do, what to do.  Ballet, Gymnastics, Spanish, Tennis, Music, Theatrical.  I'm having trouble selecting two for Miss Pippy.  Here's hoping beach week gives me clarity.  At our last conversation, Ballet and Theatrical were little girl's picks.
• Project 1004.  See bullet two.  le sigh.  I need to get my azz in gear and pick up a paint brush or break out my steamer.  There's an entire list of home projects that should be tackled yet my evenings simply include an early bedtime.  snap. out. of. it!
• Weight.  I don't mention it much, but my body needs help.  A summer of exercising, eating well and sleeping more has garnered zero in the weigh of results.  curses!  Damn you forty.  I started tracking my intake on loseit.com and plan to take the info with me to a nutrionist for guidance.  I expect more of the same.  15 pounds overweight.
• Carnivals.  We kicked off carnival season last night at a local annual event.  Emerson LOVES to do the scariest rides imagineable, but naturally Maxi Bear won't even set foot on the merry-go-round.  It's slides or nothing for him.  After 45 minutes of trying to cajool him onto a ride and listening to him say "go home", he and I did just that.  And, it was such a nice night that I hit the bricks on foot and walked the mile home.  Carrying him.  A little extra exercise never hurt!  It was a fun walk.  {MIss Pippy and Daddy returned later, with her finishing the slurpy deliciousness of a cherry sno cone.}