Welcome to September

It never ceases to amaze me how quickly time flies. I always feel like such a rocking chair granny saying it, but time marches on when you get older. All of a sudden, entire years smush together, ad you’re standing at the doorstep of twenty-freaking-twenty when you can still remember what you were doing for New Year’s Eve 1999. For instance, six years from right now, I will have been school supply shopping for the kid who’s currently living inside me, and moved him or her into a kindergarten class. 

*cue the crying.

For real, though. 2019 has been a blur. Married since March, twenty-two weeks pregnant today (update tomorrow!), the start of September 2019, another football season, it’s basically Christmas now … I don’t think I’m alone in saying that these few months are my favorite of the year. The September through December period is always the most magical to me. I wish so badly that I could preserve this time (especially this year … it’s so special spending my favorite season with my Lil’ Dumplin flopping around inside of me), but instead, I want to make sure that I take advantage of everything this month has to offer.

So I made a list. Of course I did. What I’ll be doing this month.

Purge + pack. We may/may not be moving in the near future (!!) and I want to be as prepared as possible. I’ve already gotten some boxes to pack up the things that, while we don’t use them every day, we know we need to keep. I refuse to move to a new spot with the deadweight crap we’ve carried through multiple moves, though. I’m in this weird reverse-nesting phase where I wanna throw everything away. For now, I’m sorting and taking things to Goodwill, then selling some things, then donating what’s left. If y’all need some clothes, hit a girl up.

Host a football party. If there are any other Oklahoma fans in the Northwest Arkansas region, you’re invited too! 🙂 After going to the game this past weekend, I don’t know if my body can handle in-person gamedays in its current condition. Between the heat, the walking, the crowds, and the non-guarantee of food I can eat, it may just be too much on my old-lady bod. I’m so happy we got to go, though. Dale and I took my mom and dad for dad’s birthday and had the best time with my family. From here on out, though, it’s probably a home-based affair, which is also right up my alley. I used to do a gameday brunch every Saturday, consisting of a few constant players (quiche, potato casserole) and a rotating cast of extras — whatever fruit I could find, biscuits and gravy, etc. Always with a bloody mary bar and mimosas. I’d like to start doing that again. So come on over! Just know … once Oklahoma game time starts, our television is on the Oklahoma game. No exceptions. Don’t care about whatever stupid, nothing-burger SEC-cupcake matchup is on. For us, Oklahoma football just means more 😉 

Convert two of my favorite recipes into their vegan alternatives. My dad’s side of the family printed a cookbook a loooong time ago with all of the family recipes for Thanksgiving and Christmas. I love them all, but since they’ve been made by old ladies for a billion years, everything includes heavy cream, cream of something, and lard. Prior to the holiday season, I’d like to test out a few of my favorites sans meat/dairy/egg. Even though I’m not sure what our Thanksgiving plans are just yet (I’ll be 34 weeks pregnant), I want to be ready to duty if called.

Rest. Why yes, I am scheduling rest periods. We’ve been moving non-stop since I found out I was pregnant (who am I kidding, since we started dating!). We finally have a month without any big travel plans or shows or obligations. To say that I’m excited would be the understatement of the year. I LOVE traveling. I love new places and new experiences and new people … but y’all, this newly-chubby gal is tired. I really don’t know what women are talking about when they mention the “burst of energy” in their second trimester. I mean, I don’t feel like a narcoleptic anymore, but I ain’t out running marathons either. I’m out of breath much easier, I tire easier, I walk slower, everything hurts and I’m dying (dramatics, whatev). I’m taking advantage of a slow period to actually be slow, instead of using it to blast myself into productivity overdrive.


Here’s where I need help — I have four items. I’d like five because I’m a crazy cracker washer in that way. Let me know what’s on your September list, here or on Instagram. 

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