Date Night In Pictures

Date night is generally a night where the hubs and I can just go out and spend six hours remembering what we used to do before we were parents — that is, eat at nice restaurants, go to thrift stores, hang out at Starbucks, and enjoy one another’s company. This month was no exception.

First stop: our favorite local sushi joint. Once upon a time, it was a budget sushi dive down the road from our old house, located in an old Pizza Hut. Nowadays, it’s fancied itself up a bit and relocated in a strip mall. Still the same great food, even though we remember when we paid much less for a spread like this.

sushi

Actually, at this point in the evening, I hadn’t planned on blogging anything about our evening, so this photo was accompanied with, “I just want to take a quick snapshot so we remember what all we ate later, so we can track it [on our Weight Watchers eTools app].” Hence why it’s not a particularly fancy picture.  Continue reading

To-Do Bankruptcy

A lot of times, there will be one or two tasks on my Teux Deux app that keep rolling over to the next day, and the next, and I just keep ignoring them. But I also know they need to be done, so I avoid putting anything in front of them, priority-wise.

It’s a little surprising how declaring to-do bankruptcy, dumping that last task onto the “someday” list instead of letting it keep rolling to the next day unfinished, can boost my productivity. Just by moving one last task out of the way, I was suddenly OK with making a real to-do list for the evening, with tasks that I’m fine with allowing to roll over to subsequent days (as long as they get done this week). I got half a dozen small tasks done, just by putting them on the list and moving the last hanger-on off the list till later.

What was this horrible task that kept me so shackled? Nothing bad; I just didn’t ever really feel like sewing up the hole in the pocket of my winter coat.

Almost 40

Yesterday, just before lunch, I turned 39 years old.

Good Hair Day Selfie

It’s honestly been quite some time since I gave two shits about my birthday. Once I got past a certain age, birthdays kind of lost their excitement — with some exceptions, of course. For my 29th birthday, Sheryl surprised me at work, then Amy came to visit for the weekend. I had kind of a minor freak-out when I turned 30 and realized that I was one-half to one-third done with my entire existence — Aaron tried so hard to cheer me up, too, but I was all hormonal and weird on top of being 30. We went to the Star Trek exhibit at the Detroit Science Center for my birthday weekend in 2009, and we spent my 2010 birthday in Mexico. After my son came on the scene, though, birthdays were just kind of extra-special normal days. Nothing to write home about — or to write in the blog about.
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