These are just so riveting.

Except not.

So first we had the really amazing bathrooms at my former place of employment where you couldn’t see people’s feet & therefore not be able to properly detect who had the asparagus or coffee pee that morning.  Those bathrooms were all about preserving dignity.

Then there were Tall Girl Problems in Nashville.

I have to admit that with the peanut M&Ms in the breakroom & the chef-designed lunches in our cafes, not to mention the miles of running trails & on-campus gym, I was a little disappointed in the state of these bathrooms.  They’re basic & I half-way expected the toilet to do the work for me.

Here’s an overview of what we’re working with:

Unfortunately, you can see feet.  & there is space between the door & stalls so I can totally see what color pants you’re wearing or if you’re playing on your iPhone.

The toilet paper is the most fascinating, as it comes out like a tissue.  I’m guessing this is an effort to produce less waste?

Here’s to another day of me being the office weirdo that takes pictures of bathrooms.

& then Instagram was all “WHERE DID YOU GET THAT DRESS?” so I thought I’d let you in on a dirty little secret:

dress:  JC Penney’s, $45 (& that was full price!)
necklace: Banana Republic outlet
shoes: mint green pumps, J. Crew

These heels might be some of my favorites & they were a steal for $20 at a J. Crew warehouse sale back in 2010 & it was pretty Shining-worthy of me to predict how trendy mint would become.  The unfortunate part is that they are a) hella uncomfortable for long periods of time & b) likely to get stuck in the slats of a wood deck during a baby shower while I’m holding a mimosa.

Total wear-with-caution label needed.

Sounds like a bad drug trip, right?

I’ve been waiting almost a year for this bad boy to come out, the sequal to Divergent.  Basically, it’s another distopian society novel that is set in Chicago & everyone is divided into “factions” based on personality.  To me, Tris makes Katniss looks like a pipsqueak (well, book 2 & book 3 Katniss).  I’ve been sitting in the cafeteria/sunshine/office nomming on my lunch while reading it on my Kindle app for the past 3 days.

Next up is the fabulous Scary Mommy, who wrote her first book.  I cannot wait to dig into this one as I have always admired Jill’s incredible way of making motherhood hilarious.  p.s. I am so stoked by all the bloggers coming out with books these days – Kelle Hamptom, The Bloggess, Nie Nie, Jill…

My sister-in-law recommended this author to me at the beach in August 2011.  I ordered this book a few months ago & have yet to pick it up.  Has anyone else read her novels?

Of course the absolutely darling Ree Drummond & her second cookbook.  I’ve poured over the pages & we’ve already made the cauliflower, which was DELICIOUS.

Last up is the peace for my soul, soaking in words of Madeline L’Engle.  She is fast becoming one of my favorites although I wasn’t wild about her books as a child.  While her poetry is like a balm, this book delves into Christians as creatives & artists.  I’m not too far into yet.

What are you reading these days?

I cheer for Carolina & Doug cheers for Kansas & Roy Williams is a particularly sore subject in our marriage.  But after almost six years of marriage, we are both coming around to co-cheering each other’s teams – Doug wears Carolina shorts & I have a KU tshirt.

This is on our front door.  Team spirit, baby.

But if the Heels & Jayhawks end up facing off this coming weekend, one of us is going to have to leave the house.  So who has a couch I can crash on?

That goes under the blog “Lazy Girl Problems.”

That’s Morgan in one of the thousands of bathrooms at the Opryland Hotel in Nashville.  She’s not paying attention to me because a) she’s known me for 3 years & expects weird behavior or b) she’s also a blogger & understands weird behavior.

Huge bathroom, right?  Plenty o’ stalls but I still had beef with them.  See, Morgan is a short gal by tall girl standards & her head hits the top of the stall door.  This was my view:

Nope, I’m not standing on my toes.

It created an awkward moment or five after I used the facilities & had to scoot my shapewear back up over my rear.  & by “scoot,” I mean wiggled back & forth in a chicken dance until I was out of breath & my underwear was shoved up my ass, but my shapewear was on & up under my boobs so I just called it a success.  A panting, sweaty success.

That everyone got to witness as the top of my head bobbed around over the door & I looked like a drunk fish on the line.

Trout, anyone?

The house is still.

It’s 9am & blackout curtains in a toddler’s room may be my new favorite thing.  The house is clean, but not tidy, & I’m halfway through my first cup of coffee & making decisions about the day.  Do I only book a few hours while he watches a movie & naps on this dreary day, or do I enlist the nanny forces & an 8-hour day?

I’m leaning towards a quiet day at home.

They said there might be flurries this morning, despite it being the mildest winter I can remember.  Nothing falling from the sky yet & this picture from several weeks ago capture the only snow we’ve seen all season.

Oh, mommas. I envy you for not knowing what “third day hair” is when quite simply, it is hair that has gone unwashed for three days. The hair that is perfection for an updo with thanks to the grease that would hold it in place, if only your darned prom wasn’t over a decade ago.

Third day hair usually happens when I wash my hair on Friday morning. Then I rock the second-day hair on Saturday, thanks to dry shampoo & a sock bun after a rinse-off in the shower. Looking cute & lemon-fresh scented, I head to a barbeque with friends & the playground with my tot & on Saturday night, I fall into bed exhausted, promising to shower on Sunday morning. But then Sunday morning rolls around & it’s lazy with cinnamon buns & coffee & at 10am, I realize the housecleaning needs to happen. So I pull out the Oreck & go to town, promising I will shower after chores are finished. But they take a little longer than anticipated & at 2pm, I realize I’m late for play date. So it’s off to the Subaru we march, tossing a baseball cap over my (still unwashed) tresses.

By Sunday night, the hair could hold a French twist without bobby pins & when I wash them out, I’m sure baby seals are crying for the amount of oil I’m dumping into the water reserve via my shower drain.

(You know how I like to jump the gun.)

I spend my free time perusing the houses available in the neighborhoods we love, calculating mortgages & downpayments, wishing that our house would sell RIGHT THIS INSTANT BECAUSE DOUG! COME LOOK AT THIS HOUSE!  & then I hop on Pinterest & decorate the entire thing in my head.

Of course, my head doesn’t have a budget in mind which is a very lovely thing when I’m pinning Anthropologie & Amy Butler fabrics.

I’m in this awful stage right now of having so many ideas & dreams for decorating, but not wanting to “waste” them on the house we are selling.  Especially since the goal is to keep our current house as sparkling clean & sparse as possible. 

Sell, house.  Sell!

Well, me & Mr. Darcy because I started reading the smut sequal to Pride & Prejudice, “Mr. Darcy Takes A Wife” & I’ve been pouring over pages & lovingly attacking my husband.

BLAME MR. DARCY.

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(also, these are the books I currently have my nose in.)

isn’t my new rug mug mandie sent me just darling?  even the name “rug mug” totally kills me with the cute.