A Dreamer's Daze: Week (or past couple of weeks) in Instagram

It was effing hot this weekend. Like 100 degrees. I put on my swimsuit and hobbled on out to the backyard where I spent the afternoons tanning and cooling off in the pool.

Thank God I'm allowed to do water walking. Yes I'm 90.

Basically, it was glorious.

Pretty sure my neighbors officially think I'm a psychopath. The dogs kept bringing their stupid, completely slobbered toys and dropping them on me as I was tanning. So naturally, after tossing the toy a million times, I told them no, and shooed them away. But do dogs listen? No. At least not mine. Mine proceeded to drool ALL over me which resulted in me yelling at them repeatedly and possibly threatening to drown them if they didn't go away, all while the neighbors had an open house. Welcome to the lane! I'm boss at making fantastic first impressions. It's a gift, really.?

I've been scrapbooking away! I'm re-opening my etsy shop here pretty soon. I make pre-made scrapbooks and 2 page layouts. Can't wait to show you guys what I've been working on. Sister came home last week and was all "want to go to the mall with me real fast?" And I was all, "ummm no. But I guess I will." So, I rode with her, but ended up just waiting in the car while she ran in, because crutches in the mall when you're in a hurry is the worst idea ever. So, there I was, just chillin in the car listening to a little Tim McGraw, when the car literally started shaking. Not like back and forth, ohmygoditsanearthquake?shake, but steady up and down rocking, kind of shake. I turned around and sure enough, there was a guy sitting on my bumper. Homeskillet was rockin' out to his own music and decided it was a good place to have a jam session. Seriously the most ghetto mall ever. I spent the rest of the time on the floor of the car texting sister to hurry up. God, what is my life?!

It has been so wonderful spending time at home with my beautiful family. I must say, if this summer has taught me anything, it's that home isn't our house or this street we live on. I know it's cheesy, but home really is just being surrounded by the people that love and support you. I guess it doesn't matter where we live or where the future takes us, as long as my wonderful family is around, well, there's home for me.?

So... random story about my butt... you ready?
Good.
At physical therapy this week, my physical therapist had me do all of my random leg exercises that I swear to God make me feel like I'm in a stripper's training course. I lay on a table and open and close my legs and twist in all sorts of weird ways. (I don't even know how strippers do it. Even fully clothed, my ladyhood feels like its on display.) Anyways- my butt muscles. They don't feel anything. At all. The whole point is to strengthen my butt muscles, but they're all "we don't want to work, but thanks." So then physical therapist suggests we do electromagnetic stimulation on my butt. To which I responded, "I'm sorry what? You want to do what, where?" Then he explained that it would be the same machine that they hook up to my leg every week, but all I could get out was "You want me to lay on a table while you shock me in the ass? Yeah we're not doing that, but thanks." Physical therapist is so good for putting up with me and my.... ummm... sassyness. I love him. But anyways, to make the picture relevant, I sent this picture of my reaction to my sister when I told her the story. ?So voila. My eyeball and a really odd story about my butt. You're welcome.

Happy Monday!

xoxo
Ariel

Source: http://adreamersdaze.blogspot.com/2012/07/week-or-past-couple-of-weeks-in.html

lizzie borden lizzie borden iona taylor allderdice mixtape andrew bogut pi day monta ellis