I Never Think I Have Time to Spare Until I Catch Myself Two Hours Into Looking at Pictures of Overwater Bungalows in Tahiti.

After bedtime for babies, it is MY time. All mine! I get excitement induced ADD, I can’t commit to one activity for my couple of glorious hours. Laundry? Cleaning the kitchen? Reading? Finishing the last ten minutes of The Bachelor? In the process of deciding, I usually plop on the couch and scroll through Instagram for a second.

…which somehow, mysteriously, turns into an embarrassing amount of time. I go to bed extremely disappointed in my time wasting activity of choice, and ask myself what the heck I could have possibly been doing on my phone that whole time.

Well, Self, let me tell ‘splain. By clicking around from Instagram account to Instagram account, I stumbled upon Lil Kim’s page. If you don’t know who she is, you can take pride in that. I spent a hot minute trying to decide for myself if the former B list rapper is morphing into a white girl, or it if was just the selfie lighting (my observations proved unconclusive). I don’t know the last time I even heard of Lil Kim, but there she was, just as foul as ever.

Good to see some people staying true to themselves these days.

Minus that skin color thing, TBD.

In time AND money slaughtering Instagram surfing, I found an independent artist whose abstract work I adore. Kristi Kohut, see @hapiart.
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Don’t these bright colors just make you happy, even when you just see them in passing on your way to dislodge a whole dill pickle from the toilet?

It has taken me since November to pull the trigger on purchasing a piece (ok, PRINT) of her work, but I finally did. 5-10 business days couldn’t come fast enough! I’m pretty pleased with my colorful addition to our wall.

Even captivates the young, pickle-dart audience (and that's a discerning crowd).
Even captivates the young, pickle-dart audience (and that’s a discerning crowd).

Just for the record, I’ve grounded myself from after hours phone use for the rest of the week in the interest of my dignity. Tonight, I plan on cleaning my granite with some new microfiber clothes I bought at Target. $9.99 for a four pack! Talk about a thrilling evening. I hope my excitement is contagious enough that Brian will want in on the action.

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R + R

Brian’s brother, Reece, got married in Phoenix a couple weeks ago. We sure love his wife, Rachel, and I applaud the ever increasing blonde saturation in the otherwise dark Scurr family. Keeps the genetics interesting.

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Someone here was skeptical of his outfit after changing out of dinosaur footie pajamas about ten minutes before pictures.
Someone here was skeptical of his outfit after changing out of dinosaur footie pajamas about ten minutes before pictures.
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Wedding with a first birthday on the side
Wedding with a first birthday on the side
Our first aesthetically balanced Scurr sister picture.
Our first aesthetically balanced Scurr sister picture.
The cousins!
The cousins!
One of my favorite pictures from the weekend. My nieces and nephews remind me so much of playing with my own cousins, who are still my closest friends. I'm so grateful my kids will have built in best friends.
One of my favorite pictures from the weekend. My nieces and nephews remind me so much of playing with my own cousins, who are still my closest friends. I’m so grateful my kids will have built in best friends.
I'd caption this, "Wedding was lit," but I still don't quite know what that means and maybe it's inappropriate/creepy/not applicable.
I’d caption this, “Wedding was lit,” but I still don’t quite know what that means and maybe it’s inappropriate/creepy/not applicable.

Brian and I had several self discovery moments over the weekend, and by self discovery, I mean age realization. Instead of being the spry, wedding veterans we are (Twinkle Toes Scurr on the dance floor, anyone?), we ate fruit at a table and acknowledged the possible Indian rhythmic influence of Justin Beiber’s latest. Never have I felt more decrepit.

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