A lot going on here under the Big Top this last week. Perhaps too much. Perhaps too much to say. Perhaps too much to sit down and write about. Perhaps too much to even stop to take the time to write about. Perhaps too much even that anyone would care about.
There was portraits to be taken of beautiful blonde people related to me and not related to me which only make me wish that I looked good in pictures because I don’t.
Oh, and someone is turning fifty and this of course must be celebrated.
A concert in a winery grove with your hipster children rocking out to a Styx tribute band is a great way to start celebrating don’t you think? Maybe we can catch a Ports baseball game too because, hey, I won tickets at a fundraiser supporting my dancer and her team as they get ready to head to Nationals.
Still there is much laundry to do and packing as some members of this Big Top prepare to take off soon to the shores of the Atlantic and the Pacific. Perhaps we should try to capture sunsets at the beach pictures from both coasts because that would make a cool Instagram shot. If I can only get this packing done.
No, I’m not going to BlogHer13. Yes, I won a conference pass and yet I’m not packing a dozen pairs of shoes and stressing about how I’m going to fit everything that the conference has to offer in one three day weekend…much less how I’m going to fit a dozen or more pairs of shoes into my suitcase.
No, it has nothing to do with the fact that I am only wearing one shoe right now and a very sexy boot cast. At least my dilemma of what shoes to pack for the next week not going to BlogHer is solved. Navigating through airports with a daughter and grand daughter in tow heading to Dance Nationals week is going to be fun…said no woman wearing a boot cast because of a calcaneal stress fracture ever. But you do what you must do for your children…and grandchildren…including giving up what would be a great time reconnecting with some very dear friends, becoming inspired and learning more whilst sweating in the heat and humidity of Chicago in July…as well as giving up being in town to celebrate your darling husband’s 50th birthday on his actual birthday.
But I do get to wear this sexy-assed boot.
Bitches seriously be jealous of me with my fly, sexy boot.