Things You'd Have Read if Twittered

I don't do Twitter because I figure with facebook, gchat away messages, and the blog, I should really try to allow some thoughts to pass through my head without sharing them with all of mankind. However, it's now Saturday and I haven't written since Tuesday (I actually just had to open up my blog to check that, it seems much longer ago than Tuesday), but I have no overarching theme or long story, so I'm going to resort to a series of mini posts because I really did want to write about some of this stuff when it happened.

(1) On Wednesday I sent JP (and Landon, they generally travel as a pack) to the grocery store to buy a "fancy" version of mac and cheese to go with our BBQ meatballs for dinner. He arrived home, flush with victory and a pink box of "Crazy Bugs" mac and cheese. I asked how this was any fancier than the regular blue box and he said, "It's bug shaped!" That wasn't what I meant, though it was good.

(2) On Thursday someone told me I must have been a dancer because of my posture, head position, and body type (she was very specific and certain about it). She couldn't have been more wrong, I can't dance to save my life and I was petrified of having to do the first dance at our wedding reception, but it made my day.

(3) Above the Law (a legal news/gossip website) is getting too scary to read. I think yesterday was the first day in weeks that no firms laid off a large number of attorneys. My firm still appears to be doing fine, and I'm certainly very busy, but trying to imagine what we'd do if I lost my job was scary enough to sit down with a financial planner and get serious about our emergency fund. We have 3 months worth of living expenses in there now, but I want it to have at least 6 before we get back on track with our retirement savings (and paying extra on my high interest law school loans and starting a 529 college fund for Landon and paying extra on our mortgage and replacing our 11 and 10-year-old cars with 150,000 miles each and furnishing our bedroom with something besides non-matching craigslist finds and SO MANY other things, even something fun like our first vacation in years). The day after meeting with the financial planner I had to have $600 worth of work done on my car. Of course.

(4) Yesterday I walked up 3 flights of stairs and was so out of breath when I got to the partner's office I had to pause for at least a full minute, right there in front of her, as I waited to get it back- had I realized how out of shape I was, I would have recovered in the hallway. This emabarassing anecdote should be enough to get me back into the gym, but I'm sure it won't.

(5) Landon has started to sing. He walks around the house singing "Row, Row, Row" repeatedly, while bobbing his head and waving his arms. If you continue with the rest of the song he will dance for you. It's fantastic- as is, quite frankly, almost everything else he does right now. We spent nearly 30 minutes Thursday evening reading individually, together- Landon had a stack of his favorite books (mostly involving ducks and buses), JP had his economist, and I had a riveting supplemental privilege log. I think Landon's reading material was the most interesting, but it was a lovely, relaxing, and productive time for all three of us.

(6) I made this pasta on Thursday. It was amazing and Landon ate 2.5 bowls of it. I did switch out chicken for shrimp because I hate shrimp despite every effort to like it (same goes for scallops, crawfish, and other non-fish sea faring creatures, I want to like them I just really, really do not).

(7) Last night I had a crazy day at work and got home late to a beautiful dinner made from scratch by Landon and JP. It was so sweet and I was so tired that I almost started to cry over the tilapia.

That's about all you've missed. Landon just got up from his nap and we're about to plant four trees in our backyard. It's 47 degrees outside and Austin ground is hard as rock (literally, it is rock) so this should be super fun. But I suppose after reading #4, I shouldn't snub exercise in whatever form it presents itself.