You Can Plan On It

Let's all pretend that I'm wearing makeup in the picture below and didn't just get back from the gym. I'm not one of those girls that dons pearls and lipgloss to go sweat like a pig. Unfortunately, you will NEVER see me looking cute at the gym. Now that we have that admission out of the way...

Let's focus on that little treasure I'm hugging. My life planner! 

It was a birthday gift from my brother and I'm obsessed with it. I have to admit...I was a little skeptical when I opened up a $50 gift card to order a personalized planner. Who the heck spends $50 on a planner?! 

Steve does, apparently. And maybe I do now too. Because I might just have to order one every year for the rest of my life. I'm serious, it's that good. I'm constantly jotting down little ditties in it. 

What I did that day. Goals that I have. Goals I accomplished. To Do's. Future plans.

I fear it has become an addiction. I find myself making dinner just so I can write down that I did. I think Kyle's willing to invest 50 bones a year if that's what it inspires.

It's a good thing I was able to write down the date and time for Karina's neighborhood baby shower...

Ya know, because I might have forgotten that it was at my house. And that I was the hostess. Or not, whatever. It makes me happy when I get to place a bright yellow sticker entitled "baby shower" onto a Thursday slot. It would make you happy too.

And thanks to my planner, I know exactly how many dinners I made this month, gym trips I took, and nights I spent reading the scriptures. As well as the dates of the following get togethers:

Mr. Bryce's birthday party at the park.

She likes to play...can you tell?

My lady friends have gone a little girl night crazy lately. We've had 2 within the last week with another invitation dispersed this afternoon. Well, wouldn't you know, I have some stickers entitled "girl night!" Mmmm hmmm, it's true.

Nail polish, lemon water, makeup tips, baked goods, a game, or possibly a chick flick. 

Oh, and a whole lot of talk that would not occur if our husbands were around.

Unfortunately, my planner can be a bit distracting when I'm not careful. And a certain someone gets neglected...

Lydie decided to smuggle her baby wipes and some mail on a little expedition behind the couch. If only she hadn't given up half way through.

"Mom! Put the camera down and get me outta here already!"

Hee hee hee, I'm evil. But organized :)