Tomorrow marks the first day of spring. Yay.
Of course, Wednesday’s forecast is showing that fucking awful little snowflake emoticon on my phone.
Like yes, yes.. welcome spring.. hahaha just kidding, have some snow.
But just for shits and giggles I’m going to pretend that isn’t happening.
In all seriousness, I really do enjoy all four seasons but if I had to pick an ugly red-headed step-child… it would be winter… mainly because by the end of it, I’m ready to find some way to inject sunshine in my veins and murder anyone who doesn’t use proper noun/verb association.
Ya dig? Just a little grumpy after being cold and gray for so long.
Not sure what it is about Mother’s Day that really makes me feel like wow, I’m a mom. Disregard that whole being responsible for a toddler day in and day out thing. And also that whole I grew a child and went through a major surgery to bring her into the world thing.
When my child brings me a card (and hopefully some breakfast in bed, hint hint) on the morning we celebrate, its like wow… suddenly I’m 45 years old, belong in a mini van and considering legally changing my name to Brenda.
Something about being appreciated for my “keeping a child alive” efforts is nice.
My fun, strong-willed and crazy toddler will be turning two in May and I can’t help but be a bit excited. First off, snaps for Josie for keeping a child alive and well for two years.
Second, I know she wont ~actually~ remember this birthday when she’s old and reminiscing about which birthdays were her absolute favs and which ones sucked a big one… but birthdays have always been big for me and I intend to make each one special for her. And that’s fun.
Rory’s actual birthday is on Mother’s Day this year… Hello perfect reason to not throw her a big huge party where I run myself ragged and pray to the heavens above I don’t poison a mass of people with my shitty cooking skills.
Even without a big party, we will celebrate in a fun way.
Being an Indianapolis native, May means one thing… race month. And Jell-O shots because I’ll be damned if my race cooler doesn’t have at least 37 red and blue Jell-O shots.
Every year, hundreds of thousands of people join together in the great city of Indianapolis to cut off their jeans, drink copiously and cheer on the Indy cars that participate in the greatest spectacle in racing.
Indianapolis does an amazing job of putting together a string of events during the month of May, all leading up to the actual race. Things like: concerts, a half-marathon, a beauty paegent, Carb day (aka a HUGE party at the track the Friday before the race) and tons of more events.
Evan and I have, actually, recently acquired yearly tickets to the race and I could not be more excited.
FFS I am so tired of the cold and gray and dreary.
Not to mention, I am so incredibly tired of the bare trees. I need greenery and flowers and some god damn grass to mow.
There is just something about the time of year the daffodils start to bloom and the trees start to turn green. It’s like hello old friends, I’ve missed you desperately… now makes me sneeze please.
Josie Short is fully devoted to sweaters, jeans in boots during the fall and wintertime.
When spring finally graces us with her presence, hello flip-flops and sandals. Also, dresses and lightweight tops and sweet Jesus my skin can finally breathe and maybe, just maybe, get the tiniest bit of a glow because the crusty pale look is getting old.
As you can see in these pictures, my skin is in desperate need for a glow of any kind… just not a pregnancy glow.