Saw Get Him To The Greek last weekend. It wasn't terrible. It had its moments. My new motto is "When life slips you a jeffrey, stroke the furry wall."
My upper body strength has turned to fail over the last couple years so I bought one of those doorway
pull up bars. I used to have one and loved it. Walking under it is sorta like passing under a low hanging tree branch with a leaf that taunts you into jumping up and smacking it. I put it in the doorway to the hall outside my bathroom and bedroom so it will taunt me every time I have to pee.
Day 1: # of chin-ups. ZERO. I'm pathetic.
I'm still trying to find a good iron supplement. I haven't noticed much improvement with the stuff I'm on so I got some chelated iron even though the effects are debatable. The internets says it could take up to a month or more to start feeling better. WTF? I'm so tired of being tired! It's exhausting! I feel like an 80 year old GILF.
In other news, here - have a ton of random pics...
Memorial Day at my aunt's gorgeous new place.
Sierra, Morgan, and my two little neices Brooke and Paige
BUBBLES!
My cousin learning that small child swings higher than expected.
The back yard.
Sierra and Brooke
Annual family pig roast last weekend
It's a rather large gathering...
with lots of nom noms...
and, of course, an actual entire pig. Gross but tasty.
Ready for the beach!
Brooke watering my mom's feet.
In our down time...
We hang out on the roof pool...
doing a little of this...
and this.
Beary has a better wardrobe than I do.
What rough lives my kids have.