+ I got to be in a movie! I've started doing improv on Monday nights (which is like half improv games and half hanging out with really funny guys and cracking dumb jokes) and it's opened up a couple of fun creative opportunities. This movie was just a 3-minute short film a friend of a friend is entering into a competition, but I got to be one of the main characters and I was probably awfulawfulawful but it really was so much fun. I can't wait to see the finished product! My only picture from the day: distant rain on my way home from the super pretty lake dock we shot at.
+ Our 6th wedding anniversary! What?! We got 5 Guys burgers, Chick Fil A fries, a Ninja blender, and a car wash. It was the best night, and oh yes, the best six years. Joony was so excited to be included in date night, he didn't even whine on the way home...too much. He didn't whine too much.
+ Selling so. much. crap. on eBay. eBay is my drug of choice.
+ False. Running is my drug of choice. It has taken over my life. I spend all my spare time mapping routes and getting pumped on my next run and researching shoes and breathing techniques. Who am I? (Zoolander voice, naturally) Race day is rapidly approaching! Two long runs (a 9 and a 10 miler), four short runs (two 5 milers and then two 2 milers the week of the race) and that's all she wrote. A few times I've gone running in my middle school PE shorts (below), but I discovered on longer runs the cheap/ancient/scratchy fabric chafes. So that's glamorous.
+ Battling another round of The Diaper Rash That Won't Quit. When Joony gets them, he gets them bad. Hopefully this is the closest I come to talking about gross mom stuff on here? No promises there I guess.
+ Oh, just, no big deal, mentioning it after diaper rash (?) but...I got accepted into my first choice MFA program. I got the email while Joon was napping and immediately burst into tears, somehow managing to sob out to myself, "I'm just so smart!" So I start grad school in early October and I'm already panicking a little bit at the creative output that will be required of me but holy crap, this is my dream. It's here and I was born to do it and I'm so scared.
+ Wishing I was home. Knowing my family is handling some tough stuff and not being able to offer a hug or baby-sitting or cookies or an ear, it just...sucks. I've spent 7 years being homesick in Idaho now and it hasn't ever once, even for one day, gotten easier.