You know you did very well in gifting when your child shares with her nearly 10K followers on her business Instagram account that which you gifted her.
Seriously, this bag is pretty awesome. All the more awesome is her Pinterest board because she really is hard to shop for sometimes. Of course, she gets it from her mama! But this last year I gifted her well. Thank you Pinterest and Hollie pinning all the things.
I just might need a bag like this because, like my darling daughter, and pretty much anyone, there is absolutely a bunch of shit I basically can’t live without.
like my favorite face wash because the oil slick that is my face keeps waiting for the dry, flaky, crepe-y skin that is all part of the joy that is menopause. Sure it might feel like a certain body fluid, as someone I know compared it to, but it works very well for me…and that is all that matters.
Sunscreen! All the sunscreen because ginger girl problems are real.
This lip balm because more sunscreen and because I am always licking my lips so why bother with heavy lip color?
My latest favorite Acoustic Chill playlist on Spotify because the drive to work is too stupid and too real
My old, well-worn, gray sweater I got from Costco years ago.
Eyeglass cleaner because the glasses I wear every waking moment are always smudged and dirty and I just might be obsessed about cleaning those glasses of mine.
This whiteboard calendar which just might be ridiculous if I were to carry it in a bag.
Then again, I am not the only one living under The Big Top who basically can not live without it which is why everything and everyone on the calendar is color coded.
My blackout curtains because I am Vampira, the night shift nurse.
Coffee, nectar of all the nurses.
My Amazon Prime account
Dental floss. I blame my dentist for lecturing me about gum disease while deep cleaning for what has become an addiction.
My cameras…Canon 60D and iPhone because I am indeed the Mamarazzi
My favorite pen…don’t ask to borrow it…ever.
My Moleskine notebook
a bottle of Coke Zero, just one, for my lunch break at work
My ASU ball cap to hide the epic bedhead when I take my son to school in the morning. Not that my son’s principal would ever call me out for the bedhead or the pajama pants I might be wearing (if I’m not wearing scrubs) because she isn’t nearly as judge-y as Kate Chisholm and because at least I am wearing a bra. There’s that!
My Caffeine and Kilos ball cap for when I can’t find my ASU cap.
A good bra.
My water bottle. I blame Jodie and my membranes rupturing at 26 weeks while pregnant with her for my ALWAYS carrying a water bottle and ALWAYS drinking all the water.
A Sharpie marker…you never know when you need to mark something permanently.
Altoids, you are very welcome Day Shift!
My favorite Scünci hair ties…they are discontinued which would explain why I am hoarding them.
My favorite hair clip because thick hair can be a problem, even thinning, menopausal, thick hair. But hurray for the fact that my hair is long enough 20 months after my latest pixie cut to twist up into an undo with my favorite hair clip…it’s the little things that make me happiest, really.
Scarves…I have no idea how many I have. That might be a problem. But who cares because I basically can’t live without them.
What shit that you basically can’t live without would you stuff that duffel bag with.
I really don’t care what my cup looks like. What matters to me is what’s in the damn cup.
As much as my clowns who were/are baristas tell me how awful it is to steam eggnog, I offer no apologies for being so happy that Eggnog Lattes are back…because yes, god loves me and wants me to be happy.
You don’t honestly think that I am talking about the results of the mid-term elections this past Tuesday? Please tell me that you know I’m not talking about that?
One-third of the American people who are eligible to vote turned Congress red and legalized pot and raised the minimum wage in several states and the District of Columbia. We’re going to have so much fun with that.
No, I’m not talking about elections and politics and red versus blue. I’m talking about coffee because it is blood.
When the perkiest barista told me that Starbucks wasn’t going to be bringing back MY holiday drink…the one that signals that it is time play Christmas music…the one that is one of many reasons why I participate in the Runner’s World Holiday Run Streak…the one that is oh so delicious and sometimes even more so spiked with a little brandy…the Eggnog Latte…I was truly disappointed.
I would have gotten really angry except for the fact she is so damn cute and perky and happy. Customers can’t help but love this barista, true story.
But I didn’t stop complaining because as much a some people love their Pumpkin Spiced Lattes (bleeccchhhh!) I loves my Eggnog Latte.
She really is a pretty little thing and not nearly as bendy as the haters say that she is.
Rain finally came to to the Valley and I did ask my darling husband if he would rather take the car into work in the Bay Area rather than the bike because I could easily get up at o’dark thirty to take Jodie to work and then go home to sleep until it was time to take Daniel to school. No big deal. Jodie would have a triple latte ready for me when it was time to pick her up.
No was his answer.
He got soaked.
The morning after the rain is the best when everything is so fresh and clean…except the mom-car.
Oh, and sunrises as I leave work in the early morning are the best because, yes, I worked! I worked callback which is even better!!
The sunrise view in my mirror reminds me that my day is done…as soon as I drop my son off to school.
This son, my favorite son, who every day, all the time reminds me how lucky I am to say that I am his mom!
But LITERALLY the most exciting thing happening under the Big Top this week was these salt and pepper grinders.