Well, it’s August 1. Current mood:
So you know. Yay. Anyway, a lot has happened this past July! Let’s dive in.
1. Yesterday, I officially moved out of my house. Yes, my first house. Yes, the house I just bought last year. It was definitely bittersweet. I am obviously excited about the next phase of my life (moving to California!) but also, you know, I’m going to miss this place and the people, etc. Standing in that empty living room just really solidified that it’s all happening RIGHT NOW.
2. I meant to post about this when it happened but I was too busy (a) prepping for my move, (b) procrastinating prepping for my move, and (c) convincing myself that procrastinating for my move was actually prepping for my move.
On July 4th, I went to a new beach. I did not love this beach. In fact, I would probably not go back to this beach. (In actual fact, if it were up to me, I would NEVER go back to this beach.)
For one thing, the beach is super rocky, which you can’t tell during high tide so I cut my foot on a rock and almost fell/twisted my ankle every time I went in the water. Once low tide happened, we were astounded to see just how rocky the actual beach was. I mean, it was bad. (Sorry, no pics. I didn’t think to take any.)
Second of all, I totally got jacked by seagulls.
Specifically, Still Star-Crossed, Jane the Virgin, and The Good Place.
So, the thing about Still Star-Crossed is that it’s kind of dumb, but the characters are pretty. Which…TV, am I right? Anyway, the biggest thing that makes it dumb is that it is still taking itself a little too seriously. And there is so much murdering. (And, yes, I know Romeo & Juliet is at its core about petty street gangs, but still.) Also, and I hate to be a purist, but are we really just going to ignore the fact that Rosaline and Romeo totally had a thing in the play? She dumped him because he kept pressuring her to put out, and in the show, she’s all, “I HATE MONTAGUES FOREVER.” I mean, sure, that’s valid (they killed her dad on the show, and then Romeo did turn around and marry her cousin), but, you know: canon.
(Yes, I am that person.)
Today is the first day of my vacation where I actually had nothing to do. NOTHING. So I actually did nothing. I didn’t even go to the gym. This is the first time I haven’t left my house in…I don’t even know when. So that was exciting.
Last week was busy because we celebrated my daughter’s high school graduation on Thursday. Her father and paternal grandparents came into town. Unfortunately (or fortunately, if you’re her), the graduation was ticketed and at night, which meant the celebration was very small. I would have preferred a huge party with everyone we know in the whole wide world. She was happy to have it be just family. And that’s all that matters. I guess.
My daughter has been watching Criminal Minds pretty much every day (it’s streaming on Netflix), which is fine if you want to hate humanity. (If you don’t know, Criminal Minds is about a branch of the FBI that profiles and catches serial killers.) Or if you, like my daughter, are into forensic science and psychology. It’s depressing as all get out, though.
So I was beyond pleased yesterday when she decided to watch the pilot of Grey’s Anatomy. First of all, I used to watch that show pretty religiously so it was nice to revisit the characters. Second of all, it was nice to watch something fun and about people trying to save lives in a well-lit, happy environment.
Plus, Bailey still owns my whole heart.
“Don’t bother sucking up. I already hate you. That’s not going to change.” BAILEY. 😍
For the Blogging from A to Z Challenge this year, my theme is gratitude. Every day, I am going to post about something I am grateful for. Tune in tomorrow to see what I pick for P.
1. March was all about the Slice of Life challenge. I posted every single day in March, and, if you missed any, you can find them all here.
If I were still doing the challenge, I might have posted yesterday about going to the NCAA regional semifinals for gymnastics which was pretty cool. I would have complained about the lack of distinctive leotards and how bars seemed to be every single team’s nemesis and also the awful, awful music used for some of the floor routines. Also the price of stadium food. I would have gloated about spending time with a super cool lady friend and that our team made it to the finals. But then I would have possibly made a sadface as I described how me and my friend figured out there’s no way we can make it to the finals.
2. In February, I read five books:
Today has been pretty chill. My daughter wasn’t feeling well last night, so we both took it easy this afternoon and this morning.
That is, at least, until TV started stressing us out.
It started with Justice League, which my daughter is rewatching on Netflix. She likes the show (we both do), but she thinks Superman is the worst. She contends that he is the most useless member of the team and incompetent to boot. (This is her opinion. Don’t @ me.)
She has actually created a drinking game for the show, and one of the rules is to take a sip every time Superman falls out of the sky or gets knocked out.
I had nothing on my calendar this weekend. NOTHING.
So, January passed pretty quickly. I mean, it dragged emotionally but I can’t quite believe it’s already February. Things are going well here; they’re just busy as all get out. I have a ton of grading (shocker, I know) along with some prep and then there’s my life that’s not work: I’m serving on a search committee for our church’s new minister. That’s not even counting my support groups, bible study, working out (of which I have not done nearly enough), or, oh, I don’t know, being a mom or a person who lives in a house that I would like to enjoy.
1. I watched the premiere of Riverdale (The CW). While I liked some parts of it, I did not love it. Nor did I like it enough to keep watching. The main reason is that it took this bright poppy bubblegum comic:
And turned it into this dreary and aesthetically displeasing bleakness:
I’m supposed to be writing up my yearly self-evaluation, so now seems as good time as any to write a blog post.
1. I continue to be in love with The Good Place. Jason Mendoza is the dumbest person alive (well, dead), and I may love him for it. Also, he died in the most Florida Man way possible. I mean, seriously. I can see the headline (highlight to read because spoilers): Florida Man Suffocates to Death in Failed Robbery Attempt. I laughed, but also: Jason. Seriously.
I am guessing this prompt means TV because, really, the two constants in my entertainment life are books and TV.
Even though it got canceled, I’m really happy The Grinder is a thing that happened.