I spent the most wonderful afternoon reading in relaxing in our new pool yesterday afternoon. It was perfect weather, quite shocking for August actually. Even the neighbor, who I think caused serious injury to himself with a weed eater by his cussing and yelling did not break my peace.

I had to finish our book club book and was dreading the deadline of Thursday, because I hate showing up for book club not having read the whole thing. But I powered through and finished it – I’ll add more about the book after our gathering of readers on Thursday night.

I should also mention my cool new pool cost $8.50 and MZ had to blow it up for me… but it was still fabulous!

I get A LOT of calls every day with people wanting to sell me things – work related things like SEO, digital design work, the next big social media opportunity, other companies souls in a mason jar… you name it.50% of the time I can stop them before they get to the end and politely curtail their spiel and get on with everyones day. But the rest of the time I get to have fabulous fun meetings with great marketers. This is when I wish I had unlimited funds, wait I wish that every day.

My very most favorite meetings are when people do their research on me and speak to me {and my brand, but I kinda feel like I am my brand}. The other day I met with someone who clearly knew ME, even though we had never met. I loved that they had used examples of blogs and sites that are clearly graciefabulous.

Thanks for doing your research marketeers – it shows and I like!

Dear Sonic Drive In:
I drove in to you today with the main goal of getting one of the commemorative Hog cups. I ordered the required LARGE combo even though I knew I wouldn’t eat all of it, I specifically requested a LARGE diet limeade that should be poured into said commemorative Hog cup. It sounded just as easy as your marquee said it would be. Alas, when my order was delivered – there it was – a PLAIN sonic cup. Overwhelmed with confusion I clearly stated that this could not be my order as it did not contain the aforementioned commemorative Hog cup. I was impolitely told that the cup is 50 cents extra. I said, “no, I ordered the large combo – can you please switch it out?” I apparently rendered the car hop speechless, she shrugged her shoulders, turned around and walked away… I am not pleased with this chain of events! I want my Hog cup!

Thank you, Gracie{fabulous}

That used to be me, look to your left, you’ll see yourself in about 7 years…

Here’s what’s gonna happen, you’re gonna wreck that hot little car, it’s a given, and sorry, Daddy isn’t going to buy you anything else to replace it. You’re also going to go have to get a real job and quick playing princess ALL of the time. You’re also going to have to quit eating. Not all together, but you’ll have to ditch anything that has the word Taco on the sign = Taco Cabana, Taco Bueno, Taco Bell… you get the point. Eat an apple.
Also, I hate to break it to you, you’re gonna have to work out. Don’t worry, your boobs aren’t going anywhere {thank Goddess} but due to your dependency on aforementioned Taco locations you’ll need to start running in 5 minutes and, well, don’t stop, EVER.
Your not going to get any taller, so save your taco money for shoes – tall ones and quit bitching about your feet hurting, you are tall(ish) so suck it up.
Stay blonde, don’t try brunette, don’t attempt to figure out what your “natural” color is, blonde works

So super cute little skinny girl in shiny red mustang – enjoy it now while you can.

Obviously I haven’t posted in quite a while. I haven’t had the inspiration to write about much at all. I’m going to try and start catching up, so yes, there will be some back dating involved! Check back and scroll down to find out more soon!

This weekend was the 4th of July, it was a bitter-sweet weekend at best. On Thursday we learned of the death of a dear friend, on Friday we celebrated (early) a pre-40 birthday party, on Saturday we had a lazy rainy day, pizza, movies and a bbq in the evening with my parents friends. After the bbq, we came home and sat in the driveway to watch the neighbors try real hard not to blow up themselves or their houses – they even blared some Skynard for dramatic effect {or at least that’s what we called it, I’m sure they truly enjoyed it.}

That was pretty much as close to a childhood 4th of July replication as I’m ever gonna get.