Lawson Alexander Wineman

I can't believe how quickly time has passed. My sister is due in September with her first child. She and Brad have decided on a name for the little guy.

Lawson Alexander Wineman

Lawson is a Knight family name, Alexander is a Wineman family name.

Doesn't it sound distinguished? Such a strong name for such a little guy. Surely with a name like that he'll be some rocket scientist, writer, or doctor.

Road Rage and the Power of the B word

I drive in rush hour traffic every day to and from work. To avoid getting violent with all the ridiculous drivers, I avoid all things angry:

On the way to work I listen to calm music, avoid morning radio shows (which alone often causes me to be violent), and just sip my coffee. On the way home, I usually call my sister to catch up on baby stuff, listen to calm music, and just think about how much closer I am to the weekend.

Tonight I left the office after a long Monday. I called Robyn to make plans for the weekend, and just as we're solidifying plans a woman almost hits me when she halfway cuts me off. One of those things where she tried to cut me off with her tiny Kia and actually decided to look in her mirror and saw my Beast of a car. I slammed on my brakes to avoid her and she (no kidding) yelled at me "Get off the phone you stupid b-tch!"

Ah yes, this is when all the calm music Death Cab for Cutie can provide was no match for my freakishly short temper. Me? Get off the phone? The one driving like a sane person? I should get off the phone? How is it that she drives like an idiot and I'm the b-tch??

Lucky for me I was on the phone with one of the calmest people I know. Thank you Robyn. If I hadn't been talking to you, I probably would have run her tiny little car over, teased her for driving a car that cost as much as my front passenger tire, and called her all sorts of names while giving her the Dallas Highway Salute. (Yes, I'm a lady)

So I managed to get home without clawing her eyes out and just kept thinking – it's the end of Monday. That means the weekend is just a little closer.

Seriously Jar

I think I'm going to replace my "Seriously" jar with this one. With the folks at my office, this jar would be full by the end of the week!

Swear Jar

Just call me Martha Friggin Stewart

My sister is coming to town at the end of the month. We're going to take advantage of the visit to host a baby shower in her honor.

Most sane people who work too many hours during the week and spend most of the weekend in a state of...well..."weekendness" would obviously go to the store and buy invitations.

That is the sane person.

Mary Beth, as you know, is not one of those people. Mary Beth decided to channel her inner Martha Stewart and make each individual invitiation by hand. That's right. Down to the bow, the writing, and the details. I definitely spent at least 5 times what a simple package of invitations would have cost.

But it's my sister's first baby so therefore everything will be overboard and we're excited to do it!

(Let it be known that kid 2 and 3 will get the generic package of invites for $1.99.)

Note to self...

Note to self: Your skin is a lovely shade of pale white. Translucent even.

Spending 5 hours in the sun with 15spf isn't going to protect you from one of the worst sunburns of your life.

I hurt.

I got stood up

I had a fabulous Memorial Day weekend that was full of friends, family, drinks, and lots of food. Since I splurged so much over the weekend, I've been tired and feeling disgusted with myself all week. So I was really looking forward to my session with my personal trainer today.

Today, I was going to be a trooper. I vowed that this time I was not going to whine, beg for mercy, or complain on the 85th set of lunges that my legs are tired. I was even prepared to run.

Anyone who knows me knows I only run if:
1. I'm running from something or,
2. I'm running toward food

I was going to walk in to the torture chamber Cory likes to call "The Gym" and take it like a champ.

But he never showed. Have I really scared him off? I wonder if he finally lost all hope that I'll ever be in shape. He's been working with me for 6 months now and I still won't run a mile without bringing the portable defibrillator "just in case."

(To be fair, last time we went running, we got lost and ended up about 3 miles away from the car.)

But I think my time with Cory may have ended at a good time. I was going to break up with him anyway so I can save more money. But I didn't even get to say goodbye.

So thank you Cory! We had some good times...

....or you had some good times laughing at me while I threatened to cry in the middle of the weight room if you made me do one more set....

...Whatever.

College Station again?

I'm coming back to College Station! Why you ask?

Because I'm a complete moron.

Ah yes, despite my better judgement, I've volunteered to help a new store manager survive inventory.

If you've never been through inventory with a retail store before, it's a little bit like shoving a pencil in your ear while being forced to watch the latest Jamie Kennedy movie.

But the good news is that I might get to see old friends again. I'm coming down Friday, June 22. I'll be working all day Saturday and friggin early & late Sunday, then possibly Monday. I should have a few hours break during the day on Sunday.

Unfortunately for Northgate and the Tap, this visit can't be as wild as Bucky's graduation weekend…but it's a visit nonetheless.

If you'll be in town let me know.