Daydreams...

It's been a while! jeez...almost a full month. So sorry blog, don't hate me.

Believe it or not, today has been the first time in a about the month that I have been absent from blogging that I have more than a 2 hour timeframe to do things around the house, relax, watch tv, read, and anything else you do when you are at home and have time to do things. So here I am, after a morning of babysitting and a few hours at work...the dishwasher running, the laundry going (I should actually go put another load in), the tv on, and now I'm blogging. It feels nice :)

So TLC was on earlier, don't even remember what was on because I wasn't watching it at the time, but I happen to catch a commercial - a TLC baby commercial. And then I started daydreaming about babies as I continued with the things I had to do around the house...

As I day-dreamt (by the way, did you know that dreamt is the only word in the English language that ends in mt?? neat fact, I know!), I realized that I'm way crazy. Just as girls day dream about their wedding (the beautiful gown, the perfect location, the colors, the flowers, etc, etc), I daydream about future baby related things! So I can honestly say, I daydream more about kids than I ever did about a wedding. Yes, I'm that crazy. I loved my wedding, it was so wonderful; I just can't say that it was everything I dreamt of because I really did not dream about it. If I did, I don't remember a thing.

But for those who did daydream about the details of their future wedding, I imagine the way I was daydreaming earlier about future baby Norman's room has just about the same passion and desire (I don't think that sentence made sense, so I apologize if I don't go back and fix it). Let me see if I can write out a portion of my day dream....

"I really hope we have a baby boy first. I want to paint the room orange, not a bright orange nor a burnt orange, but somewhere in between; I'm sure I'll find that perfect shade. The furniture should be dark brown. The color scheme will be orange, blue and brown. Either stripes or dots...guess it depends on the fabric I find for the bedding. Ooooh it'll be so fun to register for cute stuff for the baby room - babies r us and pottery barn it will be! I want to get those big hanging wall letters for the baby's name to hang on top of his crib. A bookshelf would be nice; bookshelves look so nice in baby rooms."

I probably carried this dream on for some time, and then I think to myself, "I'm more excited about a baby room than an actual baby!" Hmmm.....see I AM crazy.

I think I have big urge to paint right now...paint any room. The orange baby room will have to wait, so I think I should paint the guest bath or the game room. Maybe I'll give myself a mini project for labor day weekend (if Jake helps and approves of a color and helps me shop for the things I need :) ). Now I'm excited...I'll post pics of whatever I end up doing, or I'll just blog about the reason that I ended up not doing :P

Happy Saturday everyone!

Do I really look that old?

I just got home from a little trip to the liquor store. Jake's family is coming over tonight and Jake requested I get something...

After a little detour to starbucks, I go into Twin Liquors and look at the gin and vodka isle. A nice man asks if I need help and so I tell him I can't decide what I want. He then recommends Citadelle Gin and says we'll never go back to Bombay Sapphire. Anyways, this is not the point of this blog. I just digressed to recommend a gin that was recommended to us :) I'll let you know if we love it after tonight. So I go to check out, and he just rings me up and I pay. Yes, he just rings me up and I pay. Do you see what's missing!? He didn't ask for my ID!

I left the store deep in thought of how, recently, no one asks for my ID anymore when I purchase alcohol (except for at Trudys, but they card EVERYONE even if you're 60).

Just yesterday, Jake and I went out to eat at this Mexican place Verdes...didn't ask for our IDs there. Earlier in the week, we went to Hula Hut to meet up with an old high school friend, Jackie, and her hubby. Jake and I got there a little early so we sat at the bar area to get a drink. Jake went off to the bathroom and I was just looking around the bar, and there's a sign pretty close to where I was sitting that says "We ID 30 and under." Well right as I read that the waitress comes up to get my order. I tell her I'll wait because she'll have to see his (Jake's) ID as well before we order. Her response is, "are you 21?". I say "yep!" She says, "You look a lot older than 21, I wasn't going to ask for your ID." Welp, I guess that means that I look older than 30 to her. AWESOME!

I am 24. I've only been at the legal drinking age for a little under 4 years; I can't possibly look like I'm wayyyy older than 21 to the point that people don't ask for my ID! ahh!

Maybe it's those gray hairs I have now. Or the fact that I have a wedding ring. Or because "look mature"(whatever that means). Or maybe it's my new shorter straight hair.

Meh, I think when I was 21 I thought it would be cool when they stopped asking for my ID. It's not cool. I wish they kept asking...