Summer hit with a vengeance this week! From cold and rainy last week to hot and humid this week, all in one fell swoop. According to the Weather Channel, it’s currently 90 degrees, feels like 97. Anyone who has been in that has a car with a thermometer insists it is 100 or 101 degrees outside. Needless to say, it’s a little toasty. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I’m looking forward to climbing in my oven, I mean, car for the ride home today. If I wasn’t morally opposed to the idea, it’d almost be enough to convince me to stay at work in the air conditioning.

That’s okay. I’ll brave baking my internal organs on the way home. I took the time to crank up the a/c on my way out the door this morning, so I’ll have a nice cool apartment when I get there. I don’t even want to think about how much my electric bill is going to be after these hot hot hot days!

Last night, just after I dried my hair and before I went to bed:

And… right now:

I don’t know… it’s kind of difficult. They are so similar you probably can’t tell what might be different.

While out with the boat on Lake Michigan, we may or may not have encouraged Killian to participate in some age-inappropriate behaviors.

Like underage driving!

Or, um, pole dancing?

He was actually getting sunscreen put on him…

… but he obviously did a good job because he earned a ten spot!

A little while back, I won a Pepsi Throwback package from Elizabeth at Table 4 Five. The package arrived earlier this week and included a trucker hat that I passed on to my dad, a lunch box, a radio, a USB powered Glitter “lava” like lamp, and 2 cans of Throwback pop.

I don’t normally drink caffeinated beverages, so I stuck them in the fridge thinking I’d offer them to the next caffeine-imbibing person that came over. Yesterday morning though, I decided I wanted to drink one of those pops (gee, maybe that’s part of the reason I was still trying to make myself go to bed at 10:30 last night?) For some reason, I decided to flip the can over and look at the expiration date. Then I had to laugh.

When they say Throwback, they mean it! If you can’t read those, both of those cans of pop are past the expiration date… one by a week, and one by a month! I’m used to drinking out of date pop, so I drank it anyways, but I did find it amusing.

And it gave me something better to write about than the fact that there are no admin jobs ever available in the classifieds. (No, I’m not unemployed… I’m mostly looking for a friend who is really unhappy in her job, but that’s not to say I wouldn’t pursue something if it looked fantastic!)

Why write about things like copper kitchen sinks when you can post everything else? Like pictures of this rotten kid? (Everything but the kitchen sink. Get it? Haha? No? Well, I tried.)

This picture is from Mother’s Day when everyone was at my house. Cute as a bug, and growing up way too fast! I actually haven’t seen him since the day this picture was taken, and I miss the little guy!

I’ve got that itch to get out of town and go see something exciting… Actually, I’ve just got that itch to get out of town. It doesn’t have to be particularly exciting (although that would definitely be a bonus). I’d be content to stick myself out on a beach somewhere and come back in a few days. Never mind that I’m busy trying to pay off my debt, and really can’t afford a vacation. That hasn’t stopped me from spending a good portion of the last hour researching vacation options… everything from the location to the hotel to the travel health insurance. It’s fun to think about it, but looking at all my options is just reinforcing “Heck no, you can’t afford that!”

Maybe when I get my first credit card paid off by the end of this year, I’ll think about taking some money and going somewhere for a long weekend. We’ll see. In the meantime, I’m looking at this overcast rainy day and longing for beach weather.

So when I mentioned on Sunday that I was sore, more on that later, I had every intention of coming back on Monday and explaining WHY… well, best of intentions and all that. I’ve needed to go to the grocery store and buy things like light bulbs, and toilet paper, and you know, FOOD. But I haven’t done that either, so don’t feel too left out.

In any case, the reason I was so sore on Sunday is that Mom and I went to the local beauty college for Full Body Massages on Saturday morning. Now, you might not think that a massage = pain, but you would be wrong. I managed to keep my mouth shut, but there were many times during the massage that I was yelling “Ow, ow, ow!” in my head. The muscles in my shoulders are always very tight, and she was bound and determined to get them to loosen up. There was also one spot on my lower back, just above my right hip, that she kept coming back to.

A selection of the thoughts running through my mind, mid-massage:

“Ow, ow, ow!”
“Is she trying to push me off the table?”
“If I hear that wave crash one more time, I might pee myself.”
“What happens if I fart?”
“I hope that’s not her boob on my head.”
“My earlobes, really?”
“Okay, my armpit fat really does NOT need massaged.”

It was nice, but I’d have been happy with just the back massage. The “total body” part of it was strange… I didn’t need my arms massaged. Or my earlobes. And I could’ve done without her rubbing the lotion through my hair. Mom and I were going out for breakfast after the massages, but our next stop was my apartment for a couple of hats. We looked like we hadn’t washed our hair in weeks!

Look at me, not writing for more than a week… not participating in Self Portrait Sunday and not even making an excuse! Then I come back, post a picture of my cat, and run. So here you go… a picture of BOTH of my cats, on a cat blanket. Awww… They looked so cute sitting there, too bad they refuse to look at the camera and be cute for a picture. ANYWAYS. So I haven’t been writing, but not because I’ve had nothing to say. More like I haven’t had anything to say that seemed worth it’s own blog post.

Like:

~ Why is it so hard to find cute night gowns for “curvy” girls. By that, of course, I mean a fat chick who has big boobs. Most of the nightgowns to be found are what I call “old lady.” Sometimes I can find cute PJs in my size, but then they don’t have enough fabric to cover my chest. I’m not looking for sexy corsets (although, I’ll gladly order one of those if I can order the man to wear it for too. ;)), I’m just looking for a cute nightgown that fits. I ordered a couple from Old Navy, but they had the opposite problem– there was enough fabric puckering out of my armpits for a couple more breasts.

~ Is it really unreasonable to expect a cell phone to last more than a year? I don’t have a landline, so my cell is the only phone I have. It’s now decided that it’s not going to charge. The phone lights up, even beeps, when it gets plugged in, but it will not start charging. The only charger I have that will actually charge the phone is my car charger. Unacceptable. It’s currently beeping that it has a low battery, but I really don’t want to go sit in my car and charge my phone either.

~ Why are 4 day work weeks the Longest. Weeks. Ever? Those four days felt more like seven.

~ For a day off, today sure hasn’t been restful! I was up before 6… usually I can at least manage until 6:30 or 7 on the weekends, but the cats weren’t having any of it this morning. I’ve also been cleaning today. So far today, I’ve washed dishes, scrubbed down the stove, made the bed, swept all the floors. I need to clean the rotting food out of the fridge and take the trash out. Then I’m going to take a shower and call it good. Maybe even take a nap… it’s a day off, after all!

I’ve decided that I’m just not a winner… There are people out there who are just plain lucky. They’ll constantly tell you about this thing that they won, and that thing that they won. I enter contests all the time, but I just never win. I did win some books during a Bloggy Giveaway a year ago, I think… and I won a raffle my senior year of high school (one of 10 people), but all the rest of the contests I take the time to enter? Nada. I think it’s pretty clear that I’m not going to be the one telling you about the free hotel stay that I won, or the spa trip, or the flight to somewhere fantastic. Oh well! If we have to work hard for the things we get, that means that we appreciate them more, right?