The number of days until Healthy Living Summit 2013!! I’m so excited for my first blog conference ever, and so thrilled that it’s happening in a pretty convenient location for us (I’m kinda over planes for awhile).
I’m dragging the boys along so we can work in a little family and friend time while we’re up there—hopefully we can make it all happen. We try not to ever travel to the Twin Cities without a list of at least 4000 things we want to do and people we want to see. Guaranteed failure FTW! (?)
I’m also thrilled to be hosting a round table at the summit on Friday along with Jen and Emily (authors of a joint mother-daughter blog, how cute is that?). We’ll be chatting about blogging lessons learned—can’t wait to
steal everyone’s secrets learn some new things! Afterwards, we’re planning to hit up the Union rooftop for dinner as a group before the summit cocktail party at 8.
If you’re attending the summit, we’d LOVE to have you join us!!
The number of times I was able to complete this workout (plus a 1 mile warm-up treadmill run) yesterday before I dissolved into a useless pile of sweat on the floor.
Yes, this is from the August Pinterest Challenge. I’ve now done 4/8 of the things I’m supposed to finish by…wait, tomorrow???
The number of rocks Mason brings home in his shoes every time we go to the park.
(Zero is the number of times I remember to dump them out while we’re still outside, rather than on the carpet.)
10 (out of 10)
The score I gave my latest food pile lunch.
Sweet apple chicken sausage (my favorite thing ever), corn, green beans, over-easy egg, couscous (it’s buried), and (a tad too much) honey mustard.
Usually, every last kernel of corn in the house goes to Mase, who’s obsessed with the stuff, but I got selfish yesterday and I don’t regret it.
The amount that I enjoyed Revenge Wears Prada, the “beach read” I got for Florida.
Ok, zero is an exaggeration, since I did read the whole thing. But I was so, so disappointed. The first 80% of the book was slow, disjointed, and plotless, and led up to the most unnecessarily, stupidly tragic ending ever.
And now you probably want to read it just to find out about the unnecessarily, stupidly tragic ending…well, I won’t ruin it, just in case, but it’s really not worth your time.
I can’t promise I wouldn’t watch the movie if they made it, because I loved the first one. But hopefully they’ll make a ton of liberal storyline changes.
The number of seconds Mase stays in the pool at a time, after I go through all the trouble of dragging it out, filling it up, changing him, and getting out the pool toys.
And by “pool toys,” I mean crap from the kitchen.
He’s generally much more interested in hanging out on the perimeter, or randomly running into the neighbor’s yard.
P.S. We’ve been getting a lot of this face lately, particularly when he sees the camera and feels the need to show off.
The number of days until Parenthood, aka the best TV show of all time, starts up again.
The trailer gave away a lot, which was kind of upsetting, but I’m sure they’ll find a way to work in some fresh tragedy and the standard gut-wrenching twists along the way.
What’s the last book you read?
Please, I need suggestions! I need to recover from this!
Favorite fall TV show?
Any new workouts you’ve tried?