Saturday Sweetness

It's my favorite day of the week again! I may or may not still be in my pajamas. Nothing says, "It's Sarturday!" quite like avoiding slapping some DO on the ungodly amounts of BO pouring out of me and saying goodbye to the usual restraints of wearing a bra. It's Saturday or "Take me as I am" day in the Roach household.

Today (this week really) has been/is sweet for many reasons.

I've gotten a few more freelance jobs, which is exciting! I'm doing anything from editing articles, ghostwriting, and rewording/editing charismatic Christian nonfiction. That last one has been the most interesting, for sure. Apparently "prophets" don't like it when you correct the grammar in God's voice. Despite the craziness of these projects, I'm thankful for them. We can officially start saving for a house now. (That last sentence makes me feel old. I mean, I shouldn't own a house... I don't even know what a mortgage is.)

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I got a new iPhone case. My sparkly one broke, and I need something to protect my girl. It's amazing what all you can do with this bad mammajamma. I don't know how/if I would survive if something happened to her. She's like my first child (except that I'm dependent on her, not the other way around).

And yesssss, I do realize this is backwards. Don't worry about it.

My husband is the greatest thing since sliced bread. We decided to go out to eat last night, and apparently so did everybody and their second mother. We wanted to go to Texas Roadhouse, and I guess everyone decided to Valentine's Day earlier (lame) cause there was an hour and a half wait. Holy crap, no steak is worth that.

I wanted so desperately to see The Vow (don't judge me, you know you wanna see it too) but we're gonna wait till Tuesday. Dinner was grand, even if he talked almost the entire night in an Italian mobster accent.

Yesterday I took a break from ghostwriting and went through all the pictures on my computer. This is a dangerous and time-consuming task. I caution everyone who wants to go do this. You probably aren't gonna like what you find. For example, I realized how incredibly vain I am. Basically all my photos from 2004-2006 are of me. And they're hilarious. Apparently I thought I was model material back in the day. I cringed on more than one occasion looking through these.

One of the gems I found was this senior picture. I would love to go back in time and ask myself "WHY, good lord, WHY?" Why are you wearing that hideous hat that you NEVER wore until that photo shoot? No it's not cute. Why are you wearing a wanna-be Inspector Gadget trench coat? No it's not stylish. And if you just had to have a rose (I wasn't even obsessed with the Bachelor yet!) WHY couldn't you get one that looked more alive? That combined with my baby troll face is just too much...

Tonight we are going to chow down on some pizza and play Settlers with Grahm's parents. I usually only like the games where you don't have to think a lot, but you get to scream at normally unacceptable decibels. This one, however, I learned from nannying the same kiddos for three years. It's all about strategy, and I'm pretty awesome at it. These fools are going down.

This is G in the old apartment. He probably lost this game.

What are you guys up to? Why has your Saturday been sweet?