Tomorrow I have a meeting with ONE’s preschool teacher who sounds like a very nice lady and then I will hit up the airport because …

I’M GOING AWAY FOR THE WEEKEND!

Girl’s weekend disguised as a baby shower. That’s what’s UP.

Hello.

I am still without a computer. Yes, still. We plan to have ours repaired after Labor Day, which is when we’ll have the money. It is now August 23. I don’t even know what day my computer kicked it, but it’s been a long time. A LONG TIME.

Such is the life of a one-income, Dave Ramsey-following family. You have no idea how many times a day I randomly curse Dave Ramsey. DAMN THAT MAN. We don’t use credit cards, which means we can’t have things immediately sometimes. It also means I can’t stress shop, and that’s killing me right now … as I am stressed from not being able to write about my stress.

I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m terrible at this waiting business. I am not a waiter. I’m a doer. And a sayer. And right now I say this: I miss having a computer. I’m ready to admit I have an addiction to blogging and celebrity gossip, which is just not the same on a smart phone … which I am also addicted to.

In case you’re wondering what I’ve been doing with all that extra time, here it is.

Mommy needs a break, kid. Go swing yourself.

My 11-month-old definitely just drank my iced coffee out of a straw.

Let’s just pretend this didn’t happen.

I’m blogging from my television right now. I don’t know how or why, really. It was Husband’s doing. All I know is, it’s better than trying to type on a pad-type thing that I don’t know the official name of.

I am so bad at technology and the fact that I author a blog is ironic and also Husband is staring at me or the TV right now, I don’t know which, and it’s making me too uncomfortable to think.

This is not going to work.

Guess what?! I’m riding the F-train!

Fedora, that is.

More gems.

It’s endless.

Husband (left) and Brother-In-Law (right), circa 2010.

Yesterday I came upon this gem:

Christmas 2010.

I believe it qualifies for submission to Awkward Family Photos. I never really noticed before, but there is a LOT wrong with this picture. Husband’s hand on my ass. He’s giving the photographer a little thumb’s up, like “Check me out. My hand is on my wife’s ass. Merry Christmas to me.”

My brother-in-law … looking strangely like a Samurai master or a homeless man, or possibly both …  is sitting in my father-in-law’s lap. Why? There was room to sit elsewhere. That rubberband on his arm was used later, when we french-braided each other’s hair.

ONE (sitting on my mother-in-law’s lap) looks drugged, like he might be asleep … but his eyes are open … so no, he’s awake. My mother-in-law is the only one who actually looks normal.  

As an added bonus, if you look closely enough, you can spot another Awkward Family Photo hanging in the top left corner. That’s Husband in the blue sweater with the white collared shirt underneath.

Man, I love the holidays.

It’s been the perfect summer day, and we’re topping it off with Kool-Aid. That sugar/dye concoction has never made its way into my kitchen until now … but I figured he’ll be 4 in a few weeks, and it’s time for him to experience that part of childhood.

Cheers!!

Husband just found a lime tree behind our fence. It appears to be on the property line between our house and the neighbor’s … so … I don’t feel that bad about the fact that I immediately fetched a ladder and collected these.

I plan to make myself some limeade.

I have something super cool coming to me in the mail from my friend Carrie, who is an Independent Designer for a company called Origami Owl. As soon as I get it, I’ll let you know. And you’ll want to know. Because it’s going to be awesome.