It's Friday. Who's ready for the weekend? Yeah, me too.
1) Don't you hate when you wake up one morning, think that it's say, Thursday, but then it's really Wednesday and your week automatically got a day longer? It was one of those weeks.
2) Took the kidlets to the dentist yesterday. We have an AWESOME pediatric dentist (anyone in the South Valley of Salt Lake County need a referral? Let me know!) and 5yo loves going there. The walls are all jungle themed and there's TVs in the ceiling and there's prizes at the end. What's not to love? Well, it was 2yo's first visit. She started out well enough, excited for a prize and to watch ceiling TV. She even let the hygienist clean her teeth. Then it was time for the dentist to check her teeth and oh my holy . . . she was NOT having any part of that. Little did she realize, that her screaming and crying was actually quite helpful in keeping her mouth wide open for the doc to check things out. A new Pooh Bear toothbrush and a Princess flosser later, she's totally fine. Kids, they recover quick. Oh, and we emerged VICTORIOUS--no cavities for either kidlet! Woohoo!
3) I love post-it notes. Right now I'm staring at a wall of post-it notes in 5 different colors as I work through a revision project. Sharing the wall with my post-it notes?
Yep, that's Optimus Prime, Bumblebee and the rest of the good guys.
Autobots, roll out. Transformers, more than meets the eye.
4) While I hate that people in Utah cannot seem to remember how to drive in the snow through an entire winter, and they have to relearn every time it snows, I wish it would snow again. All the snow on our lawn has melted and now the dead grass covered in dried pine needles is not looking so hot. If it doesn't snow soon, by Christmas would be great. We're all "dreaming of a white Christmas." Not a brown one.
5) My TBR pile is so big, I think it's been deterring me from reading. Like, I think the books are multiplying on their own and soon the pile is going to overtake me.
Sorry for the post of boringness today. I'm writing this really late and my eyeballs are starting to hurt and stress has been wearing on me. Having a hard time stringing many words together to make up something sensical.
Have a good weekend!
12 comments:
I love post-its too. Have you seen the ones that you can attach to your laptop? FULL OF WIN.
My TBR is long too. I'm trying to thin it out by being realistic on what I'm actually going to read.
I do think books tend to breed when left close together too long. Actually, that might make a good research project...
#1 had me laughing out loud. Aren't pediatric dentists the best. I love ours too. They don't have TVs in the ceiling though. Very cutting edge.
We love our pediatric dentist, too. THey also have TVs in the ceiling for movies or playstation, and each room is themed, we usually get the Pirates of the Carribean one. My kids are happy and so is mommy staring at Cap'n Jack and Will Turner. Yum, yum. ;)
I know what you meant about the TBR pile multiplying on its own. Sigh.
I think I do want a referral to that dentist! ;)
Love the poster. Totally with you on the White Christmas. And love you lots.
Yay for no cavities! That's always nice. We'd better get a white Christmas. We had a white Easter and a white Thanksgiving. A brown Christmas would be lame.
Autobots, FTW! Have a great weekend!
You and your poor eyeballs!
I love it when I get a "no cavity" day at the kid's dentist. It makes me feel like I'm a good mom, even though it probably has nothing to do with me since the kids are responsible for their own toothbrushing, LOL!
I know how you feel about that first one. Happened to me all the time back in high school. Really depressing. :P
What a fun post to read. I do love post-its as well; they are like portable brains.
It sounds like you had a very busy week! And kudos to your kid's dentist for making the experience so kid-friendly and fun. Oh, and hopefully it'll snow again and cover up the brown slush.
Hope this week gets better. I'll happily take some of those books off your hands if it would help. =)
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