Tuesday, October 27, 2009

New Year's Resolution: Check

I have to tell you, there's more pictures where that came from. When life has settled a bit, there will be plenty. I just wanted you to take note of the fact that on October 24, 2009, I fulfilled a New Year's Resolution. I wore red lipstick...oh well if I was also wearing a Halloween costume...I have to say, I kind of liked it.

Monday, October 12, 2009

Party In the USA

I love how I use my blog for embarrassing confessions. Nice. This song makes me happy. That's all.

Friday, October 9, 2009

Halloween SOS

I determined last night that my kids are going to probably hate me. I came to the conclusion after I had been to 3 Halloween stores looking for a respectable costume. I'm modest, but not over-the-top. I searched high and low for a costume that was not labeled "A Playboy Original" or "Leg Avenue." My girls (as in, my girl children) will never be allowed to wear those costumes, and my boys won't be allowed to be with girls who wear those costumes. I'm expecting them to know right from wrong, and it won't be an issue. I'm not budging if it is.

Basically, my options were to be a witch or wear a man's costume. Neither of which will do. For two years now, I've just wanted to be a sailor -- a respectable, God bless America sailor. Not a slutty one. We're in the middle of a war here. Is that too much to ask?

I need more ideas and someone to help with the vision. Send help please!

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Letter To A Designer

Dear Kate Spade,

Your fall line is truly inspirational. Thanks for the ideas and for renewing my love of patterned, colored tights, dresses, polka dots, and cardigans. Also, you have made me want to stick with my get healthy plan even more, because skinny jeans are awesome. As if that weren't enough, I never really thought peep toes and tights were acceptable. Apparently, I was wrong.

Unfortunately, your prices are out of control and more than I could ever splurge on. You make Anthro look like Wal-Mart. Maybe someday when I meet my scruffy man in scrubs (they make my heart flutter every time)...or fire fighter... or whatever... I'll consider it, but even then I'm doubtful. I'll just figure out how to make your look for less.

Also, you confirmed to me that having dark hair and thick bangs is hot. I am blond. What's a girl to do?

Affectionately yours,

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Ruby Slippers

There's no place like home... ~ Dorthy

I've never really thought seriously about buying my own home. I've always been okay renting, not having to mow my own lawn, shovel snow, not being tied down to something. Not to mention, I didn't have too much confidence that I could swing it financially. Let's be real, it's scary to go into something like that by yourself.

I've moved around enough to know that home is where you make it. If I feel comfortable, welcome, peaceful and have a warm bed to lay down at night, the house can become my home. As long as I'm close to people that love me, I'm good to go.

I felt all those things where I'm at until Saturday.... when my Athena brought in unexpected visitors. Just a few, but enough to make me sick to my stomach. Then it got worse when I realized they came from the neighbor.

And I cried.

In the apartment.

At the laundromat.

On the phone.

At the vet.

Just like that, my house didn't feel like home. I was over apartment living.

Monday morning, I got pre-approved to buy a house. I was super excited, started looking, and had some strong possibilities in mind. So started the up and down cycle of deciding between buying my own house and renting.

Up and down.

Pros and cons.

Back and forth.

50 million times.

Every 5 minutes.

And the cycle continues.

It would be awesome, but I don't feel completely at peace (I've learned to listen to that voice, you know?) The timing isn't right.

Good news is, my house is more spotless than ever before (which makes sense when you vacuum every freakin' day...), and I haven't seen any of what I not-so-affectionately am referring to as the plague in 2 days. Also, I was encouraged to know I could actually get a house when I'm ready.

For the first time this week, I'm optimistic. And I'm hoping my house feels more like home very very soon.