Twenty-Something

Prior to Shelby's party

Today I am twenty-nine years old. There are several ways in which I am going to celebrate this momentous occasion, but first let me just recap the crazy past couple of weeks.....
Shelby had her fourth birthday, which we literally dragged out for two weeks. First, she had her actual b-day and Jamie and I constructed a play set for her, an all day affair. She absolutely loves it, and Piddy loves it too! Since it was Spring break week at preschool her party was scheduled for Friday the 13th.....Scary... She had six little friends over for a pajama party, not a sleepover, from 6-8. All of the mommies got our wine drankin' on and we had a great time..I think..It was a rager.

After Shelby's party and several glasses of survival wine.

Enough about her..Let's talk about me.
I have decided to live out this last year of my twenties as twenty-ish as possible. For starters, I think that I will pledge to wear as little clothing as possible. I am currently in a state of post-baby skinny fat...This is when you look awesome in clothes, but horrifying in the Dillard's dressing room. That being said, I can rock the heck out these tank-tops and cut-offs. Now given my current state of domesticity there is only so much I can do in my twenty-something year however, I will try to be less of a stick in the mud and get less caught up in my attempts at household perfection.Enjoy life's chaos every now and again, in an unmade bed/frozen pizza kind of way. I will also continue, as always, to pump as much rap music as humanly possible through the speakers of my swagger-fied Honda Pilot. So when you see my kids head-bobbing to Rack City with the windows down don't hate, I'm just in my twenties. This birthday is awesome and I have more than I could ever dream of or want, and I'm only 29!!! Now excuse me, I have some jeans that are in need of a booty short modification, and a box of pinot grigio;)

P.S. If my poor neighbor is reading this, who I think I have greatly confused with my weirdness, the aforementioned blog-post is my real
29th year plan...And...when I say my back hurts from playing with my Rubik's cube it really does hurt from playing with my Rubik's cube..get your mind out of the gutter!!