"Those" Days

Today has been one of "those" days for me. You know, one of those well-of-course-I'm-going-to-catch-up-on-all-my-blogs-but-I-don't-have-the-motivation-to-read-them-word-for-word-because-I'm-in-one-of-"those"-moods days. You know the kind. One of those sorry-fabulous-coworkers-that-keep-me-sane, go-to-Costco-without-me-because-I'm-in-one-of-"those"-moods days.

I know you know.

At any rate, I'm not sure why I'm in one of "these" moods, but I've learned to not even attempt to figure out the reasons for why I feel the way I do. Because it's pretty futile to do so. Just like it's futile to attempt to figure out why Michael Jackson passed away at a mere 50 years old. Sigh...

I had a lovely first week of summer weekend. My mom, Liza and I saw My Sister's Keeper Friday night. While it was really nice spending time with my ladies, I was not at all happy with the movie. I had forgotten that they had changed the ending until Liza kindly reminded me right before the movie started. I went from slightly excited to raging mad because seriously? Why change the ending? Kind of like if it ain't broke, don't fix it kind of deal. I mean, this is Jodi Picoult we're talking about. There's a method to this woman's (brilliant) madness. But the movie is very, very different. Don't worry, I'm not going to give anything away. I'll just say that Cameron Diaz is surprisingly not bad as a mother and the book is a hundred times better than the movie. At least in my opinion. I'm anxiously awaiting Katelin's review of this.

Saturday I worked for a bit, then took a kickboxing class with Liza. Holy sweat, it was intense but I loved it. I think that deep down, so did my sister. When we got home, our wonderful parents were lounging in the pool and they told us to just jump in. So I did, clothes on and all. Liza joined in too and so did Molly.

I know I post this picture a bit more often that I should, but a) I love it and b) this is Molly when she swims.

Went out to dinner with Lauren that night and just hung out at her place, watching Michael Jackson tributes on TV. Sunday was beach day. After working a bit in the morning, Rachel drove to me and we drove my mom's car down to Malibu. We looked ridiculously SoCal in that car with the top down, which is ridiculous in itself since neither of us are actually from California (Rach is from Arizona). We had such a good time and I wish I had taken more pictures. At least I got this one.

Ah, Malibu...just perfect.

Came home, had a nice dinner with the fam and watched Kendra (yes, seriously...it's one of Liza and my things) and then True Blood. What is going on with that bull insect thing? Anyone?

Maybe it's just a case of the Mondays. Maybe it's the fact that my would-be trip to see Derek is coming up on Thursday. I just don't know.

Oh, by the way...that was me rewinding to "that" mood I was telling you about. Sorry. And so much for me not attempting to figure out why I'm feeling this way. Moving on.

I'm very much looking forward to summer. I want to really enjoy summer this year. Do stuff I've been wanting to do but just...haven't. You know...go to the beach often, go out and wear cute summer dresses. That sorta thing.

Sigh...back to work. Hopefully the gym will lift my spirits a bit.

Hope you're all not having a case of the Mondays like me, haha!