Yesterday Taylor was back after taking off last week. I went to a yoga class, came home took a long shower, made popcorn and then stuffed into a big bag to take with me to see Little Miss Sunshine. This movie was fantastic. Fantastic. I knew it would be good and it did not disappoint. Casting was perfection. Every performance was superb and Steve Carroll is phenomenal. I hereby officially announce my crush on him. You must see this movie.

Needless to say, it was a glorious day. That evening I went on a hike with some friends and we capped off the evening by drinking a beer in the parking lot. Good times.

I watched Lizzie D today for Lisa and she, as usual, was charming and delightful. She’ll be 3 on Monday and is bright and sweet and fun to be around. I adore her. We walked to the park for lunch and picked blackberries on the way. Me pushing the double stroller and Hadley and Lizzie taking turns riding in the stroller or walking. I was thinking “so this is what it would be like with three kids?”

There’s no way. Even with Lizzie, who is an angel, there’s no way I could handle three.It’s hard enough for me to watch two. Luckily today at the playground, Lizzie doesn’t feel the need to haul ass a mile away from me every 5 minutes like H&F do. We were sitting at a picnic table eating lunch, when all of the sudden Hadley and Finn hightail it to a nearby grassy hill. I look over and see two boys (7th gradeish) sledding down the hill on cardboard. Hadley walks right up to one of them and tells them she wants to do it too. One of the boys sits her down on the cardboard and away she goes. Of course Finn is jumping up and down SCREAMING that he wants to go too. These darling boys were so careful and sweet with Finn. They plopped him in front of Hadley on the cardboard sled and away they went. Half way down the hill, they toppled over but managed to get back up and tromp back to me. Finn had a grass skidmark up the side of his face and in his hair but a HUGE grin on his face.

This entire time I’m standing quite aways back with Lizzie D standing to my left daintily eating goldfish out of the palm of her hand. She has been silent the entire time we are watching. I crouch down next to her and say “You want to do it, Liz?” She looks me right in the eye, smiles and says “Nope.” Ah..a girl after my own heart. Let’s just stay here and eat goldfish.

Let’s discuss Jeffrey being an asshole to Angela’s mother on Project Runway. You don’t mess with people’s moms. If my mom were on that show and someone was being rude to her I would have ripped that kid a new asshole. Angela’s mom was CRYING and she was like “well, he’s like that, Mom.” I would have gone to the producers and freaked out.

The lesbian drama on the season finale of Work Out was fantastic. That show is so over the top. I love it. I want one of those LIFT shirts and I also desperately want a trainer like Jackie to yell at me and make me work out until I have a six pack. But I’d want to have all of these stipulations like “If I’m tired, you can’t yell at me and make me work out and If there is a copy of US Weekly you have to wait 1 hour until I can lay down and read the whole thing cover to cover without anyone speaking to me and If I’m stressed or tired, then I don’t want to work out.” I’m sure that would go over really well.

Still feeling good. It’s day two of Arava and I don’t know why I thought that the minute the medication touched my lips I would feel like shit. Probably because when I injected Methotrexate that is what happened. Anyway, because I felt good I was nervous about screwing with that. BUT…I continue to feel good, which is all that matters. Except for the horrific adult onset acne that is plaguing my face right now and the downright awful awful need for highlights I am content….