melissa gratz.
Detroit-bred, BGSU alummed and Alpha Phi lifer. Scentsy addicted. Lover of Michigan & Michigan's Great Lakes. Semi-serious Costco patron, newly obsessed with hot tea. Appreciator of fine Real Estate and a wanna-be artist of somekind. Collector of office supplies and post-it notes, adores anything butchy-chic and any collages of random yet related things. Pinterest is kinda how my brain works - one second I'm thinking of constructing a headboard, three seconds later I'm distracted by reorganizing a junk drawer.

All salt must be followed by sweet, and vice versa. A caramel covered pretzel, voila. And Diet Coke. And pistachios. And popcorn.

I always have great intentions but often stifle when it comes to follow through. This blog is kindof my accountability partner, to "Be you. And be you WELL. Live the life you've imagined."

Cozy up. Enjoy, or don't. Afterall, this corner of the internet is reserved for me to just be me.

Monday, November 10, 2014

Today smells like...

It's the baby's due date. Which is really just a dated target.
Two weeks ago, if I had a nickel for every:
pack your bag - mine came 2 weeks early
make sure you __________ because she can come anytime

Then the due date finally hits, and my nickels multiply:
you're so prepared - mine came 2 weeks late
you've still got time!
make sure you __________ because she can come anytime

Advice today comes as follows:
go sleep and enjoy your last bit of freedom
eat chinese
get a pedicure
walk.walk.walk.walk.
drive down a bumpy road
do squats

Sigh.
My Type A has turned this pregnancy thing into the longest road of my life.
We've had YOUR name for a decade.
The registry has been done since May, and closed since October.
YOUR room has been 80% complete since June, 90% ready since September.
We have slept. (Like, in bed by 8pm, up at 11am the following...to pass some time).
We aren't concerned about a loss of freedom - our book is about out of chapters without YOU.
We ate Chinese Saturday night.
Lil' Momma is getting a pedicure, and an oil change, and a dilation check tomorrow.
We have walked the mall and Costco and used bumpy dirt roads to get there.
She did squats tonight, until she pulled a muscle and went back to bouncing on her exercise ball.

 If today were a scent, it would be Jury Duty with a hint of Home Depot Hot Dogs.
You get the Jury Summons. You anticipate the date. There is a lot of "hurry up to wait." Could be selected, could be released. Outcome unknown until it just happens. Could be a quick case, could be the OJ trial.
You know they smell better than they taste. If you give in, you'll wish you hadn't. If you walk by, you'll wish you had given in and just eaten the damn thing. Either way, you're dwelling on a hot dog.
I should be scrambling to turn this house upside down, clean it from top to bottom, and treat each passing hour as a bonus. Yet, I sit and stare or walk in circles or kick the exercise ball repeatedly against the footboard of the bed until I realize I've been doing it for 10 minutes and its obscenely obnoxious to the dog - who by the way, has stopped following me around because even he has decided my traffic patterns are exhausting.

If you were here, I'd still be useless, but at least it would be time spent staring at YOU.

mjg





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