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Gearing up.

I’m shipping out to cooler weather next week and I can’t wait to escape this infernal heat.

HARSH, YO.

As seen on all of my friends’ FB walls this week.

 

I know, I know. I should be used to it by now, but I am SO not. We (read: me) insisted on not only grilling out on July 4, but also eating the meal outside. We made it, but immediately came inside and spent the rest of the day sprawled out on the couch exhausted. I think we’re just built for cooler climes (which is why we want to retire NOT in Texas).

I watched an episode of Charlie Rose last night that featured E.L. Doctorow, who we lost this week. I’m embarrassed to admit I haven’t read any of his works (because I have a degree in English, I should certainly know his cannon), but I hung on every word he said. He’s genius. So I downloaded Ragtime last night and I’ll be treating myself to that, followed up by Virginia Woolf’s, Mrs. Dalloway, which I feel like I’ve read before, but since I can’t recall, will be a possible deja vu treat. He said he’s read it 10 times and that it’s amazing every time.

Ragtime E.L. Doctorow

But, you know, the Kindle edition.

 

An English degree, with a Creative Writing emphasis, who felt the need to write a 34-word sentence.

(Get it together, Terry.)

I checked out a coworking space down the road called the Chicon Collective. It’s got a really cool vibe and I hope to join up officially come September.

chicon collective

East SIDE!

 

It’s the first time I’ve stepped in an office environment in more than three years, so it felt like the first day of school, complete with new supplies (I hit up the back-to-school aisle at Target) and jitters. BUT I made some pretty good headway into my double deadline, which, if you haven’t already guessed, I am blogging en lieu of finishing up. Professional procrastinator, at your service.

Midweek Miscellany

My much cooler friends hipped me to some awesome things this week.

Chicano-Con — “… Like Comic-Con, But With Tacos and Latino Superheroes” (Seriously, the best tagline ever.)

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Be Glammed — It’s like Uber, for your face. Now in the ATX.

The delicious menu at The Townsend — Dorsey and Susan over at HausBar Farms (one of the three urban farms in my hood) shared this photo of the menu and I almost fell over. Tea sandwiches and gin?! Be still my heart.

The Townsend menu

#Chingonafest — during Melanie Mendez-Gonzales‘ Periscope last night, I was introduced to Pauline Campos. She blogs over at Aspiring Mama and has reclaimed a chingona’s right to be a chingona while supporting other chingonas in fighting the good fight. Check it out and join the conversation.

I mean, THAT PHOTO!

I mean, THAT PHOTO!

And man, I am loving Nortico Alvarinho for these long summer nights.

SO. GOOD.

SO. GOOD.

HAPPY TREASON DAY!

Every year I start Independence day by throwing a wet teabag at my very British husband in the shower whilst hollering, “NO TAXATION WITHOUT REPRESENTATION!!”

And then I run, because he’s known to throw them back at me.

Everyone has traditions, okay?

For my son, this year we tried one of those Pinterest cakes that surprisingly turned out looking like I intended. He’s my little chef and has been helping me out in the kitchen a lot. You’d think baking with a three-year-old boy would result in more mess, but then you’ve never seen what chaos I bring to a kitchen when I walk in.

SUGAR RUSH!!

SUGAR RUSH!!

Pinterest

Are you following me on Pinterest? All my recent insomnia has reintroduced my previous pinning addiction. If you catch me in the morning, you might see the pins I embarrassingly pinned before my wits got the best of me. (See also: drunken weekend pinning.)

The good, the bad, the shameful.

The good, the bad, the shameful.

 

 

Terry Woodroffe

Capacity

I never, ever throw photos away. Ever. Even of people I don’t know. It’s all rooted in some superstition that I honestly can’t explain.

My parents are like this. We have countless albums and boxes (and boxes) of photos and roughly one million and a half VHS tapes. We’re going through them and cataloging what we can, but there’s a lot of memories there that will remain unremembered.

You guys, I can’t even bring myself to throw away doubles. I have a whole MESS of doubles from a trip abroad with an ex of mine that I keep saying I’ll get to him one day. Only, we don’t speak at all, so it could very well be that I’ll still have them shoved in a shoebox in a storage unit when I’m 80.

You’d think that the digital age has made this easier. But oh, no.

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I haven’t backed up my phone in months because there’s barely any room for me to transfer my photos to my hard drive.

And having a kid? Let’s just say he’ll never forget his childhood because I recorded all of it. And backed it up on dropbox. And Google. And YouTube. And two storage devices. And a time machine. And very likely printed out copies of most of it. (Not to mention the random memory sticks littering the bottom of all my purses.)

With a memory like mine it’s no wonder, but I still think this counts as hoarding.

Champagne promises

Well, this is embarrassing. I’ve picked this blog up approximately one hundred million times in the last couple of years, wholly intended to turn this into a “Mom Blog,” but it turns out “Mom Blog” fits as well as high-waisted jeans and sneakers. Not a good look here.

I’m attending SXSW Interactive this year, having missed the past two, and I’m determined to get this back off the ground. You probably won’t hear me babble about my potty-training woes (that’s what Babble is for), but I can’t promise I won’t mommy the waters occasionally.

But I promise more photos, more fun, more snark and much, much more vodka.

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