I don’t much feel like writing a real pithy post today about anything super special. Instead, you get a mishmash of a bunch of garbage.
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First of all, y’all, it’s #FineChinaFriday. I hope you didn’t forget. I hear there’s a super special celebration going on at my friend Leah’s house today. By special I mean OMG SHE HAS A TEENAGER NOW!
If you want to grab a button and write about what you’re doing for #FineChinaFriday, go for it. Don’t forget to tag me in pictures and use the hashtag on Twitter!
Go forth and dine on your finest!
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It’s Spring Break. I’m counting down the hours til school starts Monday morning. We’ve had a grand ole time, but dang I’m ready for the boy to go back. He’s bored. I’m anxious. Did I mention he’s bored?
We’ve done lots, don’t get me wrong. We spent the weekend at the lake, hanging out with family and fishing. That was a blast. We even decided to stay an extra night, because WHY THE HECK NOT?
He’s had two playdates. LONG ones, at that. We’ve gotten cupcakes, gone for bike rides, watched movies.
Today we hit up the High Museum for the Picasso to Warhol exhibit. He asked to go, so how could I turn that down. Is it every day that a 7 year old asks to go to an art exhibit? I think not.
Here he is with Andy Warhol’s “Self Portrait” after stopping to look at each piece of work and read every description in the whole exhibit. He knew about a lot of them, too. I was very impressed.
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Wednesday, I pulled a tick off Henry’s head. It was as big as a quarter pencil eraser. I was not pleased about this. After stunning it with Gin (because I’m an idiot who doesn’t have rubbing alcohol in her house) and tweezing it out of his head, I promptly freaked the hell out about him dying from Lyme disease. (Thank you, Twitter, for calming me down.)
Apparently the tick was not the same kind that are normally carriers, so he should be all good.
But just in case, I have a tick in my freezer in a plastic baggie if he turns into Lyme central.
I’d show you the picture but you’d probably gag. If you’re interested (consider yourself warned), click here.
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Have you checked out my work website lately? What? You haven’t? Well, pfft… you should.
I’m working for the wholesale nursery I worked for out of college, Buck Jones Nursery and I’m running their online store, blog and Twitter feed.
We’ve got some amazing products in the store, like these super cool recycled tire baskets.
Shhhhhh… I can even give you a super-special-secret code (BJNONLINE001) for 15% off in the store right now.
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It’s Masters Week. That means Jason has been over to Augusta. This makes the 23rd time, thanks to his roommate from college. It’s given us a chance over the years to attend one of the most amazing events in sports. But more importantly, it means I get egg salad sandwiches. When I’ve been to The Tournament, I’ve had 2 or 3 while I was there, and usually got one to bring home. When Jason goes alone, he always takes a cooler and brings me back 2 or 3 because he loves me.
This year was no exception.
Masters Week also means it’s the beginning of Gin and Tonic season. It’s a shame I used the end of the Gin on that damn tick. We’ll have to go get more. That’s ok, I’m sure the guy at the liquor store is wondering why I haven’t been this week. They miss me when I don’t show up regularly.
I was going to write about how I totally stand with Augusta National and their position on keeping it an all male golf club. I decided I was tired of talking about it since I hashed it out on Facebook.
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Basketball finally ended. But baseball started. Why do those seasons seem to last forever? Why can’t football last like 8 months out of the year? That would really make me happy.
I guess I’ve got IndyCar and golf to keep me occupied through the next few months.
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So that’s all I’ve got. What’s up with you?