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Headscarf: Macy’s? (Hella old) Hoodie: Dizzie’s in SLO. Tank: J.Crew. Dress: Goodwill. Socks: Sock Dreams. Boots: Gee WaWa.
I was totally expecting to be asked how far along I was in this dress. Comfortable, yes. Flattering? Not so much.
Hope you all had a good Easter!
We took the boys out to Sauvie Island on Saturday and looked at a pig and some roosters and chickens. I really enjoyed looking at the pig because it was the biggest f%cking thing I’ve ever seen. Mad was a wreck the majority of the time. He can’t even deal with finding my hair on the floor at home (“MAMA! What’s this?!”) so he was pretty much finished after slipping in the mud, which there was A LOT OF. “MAMA! Fix it!” was cried out between sobs. From now on, double rainboots all the way (yep, I’m a dork). So we took off the boys’ pants and shoes and drove around the island and saw some emus. Those things are creepy.
Yesterday the sun continued to shine so we went to the park and walked through swarms of ant drones but I still didn’t want to go inside ever. And then last night Andy and I finished watching Cowboys and Aliens. It was okay. Daniel Craig will never not be a badass.
So why does Mounds have to be gamble chocolate? I bought a Mounds bar after a long drought and I opened it the way that Charlie opened that chocolate bar that his grandparents chipped in and bought for him for his birthday? Like: Maybe? Maybe this time? Delicious, smooth chocolate? Maybe? But NOOOOOOOOO.
Looked kind of like this:
That’s some ashy chocolate.
So I really want to love this sweater, but then I look at pictures of myself in it and I think, Yeeeeeesh.
I love the material, I love the side pocket, I love the epaulets and so I may need to cut it down the middle and make it into a cardigan. Which reminds me, I need to buy a sewing machine. I took a sewing class several years ago that resulted in a charmingly hideous pillowcase but no actual knowledge of how said pillowcase was created. I feel like if I just spring for a sewing machine and like, tink around a little bit that knowledge will return as well as other interesting tidbits. Like how to make a poodle skirt. Stuff like that.
Another day, same pair of boots.
I’ve been living in this skirt lately. The elastic waist is just what I need right now, seeing as I still have ten pounds to lose. Ten pounds should be easy, right? Right? Especially since I’m not eating two breakfasts, two lunches and a sensible dinner. A couple of weeks after I had River we went out to eat and I ordered the amount of food I would’ve eaten when I was still pregnant and was surprised that there was a lot left over. I thought, OH. Duh. I no longer have a parasite in me (no offense River!). I’m still hungrier than usual since I’m breastfeeding, but I’m glad I’m no longer craving red meat with a side of red meat every meal. Also, Andy’s recently gotten obsessed with green smoothies, so I feel like I’m eating pretty healthy lately. And those things are tasty.
I threw on my 3 dollar Goodwill dress today:
I do like the dress combo, though! A great Saturday outfit.
Cardigan: Fossil. Dresses: ZARA and Goodwill. Tights and socks: HUE and Sock Dreams. Boots: Doc Martens.
Andy asked me to strike a pose. This…was the best I could do.
(believe me, you don’t want to see the face that I was making)
Bomber hat: Andy and Bax. Jacket and cardigan: Fossil. Shirt: AE. Skirt: J. Crew. Tights: HUE. Socks: Sock Dreams. Boots: Doc Martens.
During the 30 for 30 I kept wishing I had included this shirt just so I could pair it with this skirt. I really think the combo is the elephant’s instep for some reason.
Andy and I let the boys open a gift tonight and we’ll continue that way until Christmas so as to not completely fry their brains. Did I mention that they’ve got crazy piles waiting for them? I’m more excited than they are, tonight I practically begged Andy to let them open another one and he gently told me No. Boooo. In other news: I’ve been trying not to OD on cherry candy canes and chocolate, I am using the holidays as an excuse to eat sugar for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I’m worried about cavities, naturally, but not enough to stop. Speaking of which, I never had a cavity until my early twenties and now it’s like I look at a piece of candy and I need to get a filling. What’s the deal with THAT? I might have stolen that second to last line from Jim Gaffigan. Isn’t Jim Gaffigan THE BEST? Food Humor FTW. He’s also got some funny things to say about other things. Christmas, for instance:
I was going to include these boots in my 30 for 30 and decided against it. That was a mistake. HUGE! These boots are simply the best. True story!
So I’m thinking of never riding in an elevator again. Why? Oh, two reasons. One: an electrical fire started in the elevator shaft of the ancient building that I work in. The alarm went off, and since it’s a new one complete with a LOUD yet soothing man’s voice: “PLEASE EVACUATE THE PREMISES!” I sat there bug eyed for a second doing nothing of the sort. Eventually my coworkers and I grabbed our coats and hats and wallets and sauntered off to the dining commons to eat a second breakfast while the firemen arrived. Two: I went to the mall after work and encountered these cats in the elevator. One of them chuckled under his breath and said, “Our next victim.” He blew into a pitch pipe and off they went. Falalalala. Lalalala. I opened my eyes wide and smiled hard like a maniac, foolishly trying to throw them off of their game, but they are truly seasoned professionals. *insert elevator music joke*. *LAUGH*
I kid. I love that stuff.
Speaking of smiling hard:
Faizon Love PONES this scene.
Bowler Hat: Goorin. Blazer: Gap. Shirt and Vest: J.Crew. Pants: Express. Shoes: Doc Martens. Scarf: Therapy.
Okay, it is getting really freaking cold out! I need to dig out my gloves, but I have no idea where they’re hiding! And people continue to calmly walk about in their flip flops while my feet freeze in my boots and Docs. I’ll never understand that, but then my feet are always cold. As soon as I get home I slip into these puppies, er… monkeys. Except with pom poms. They feel DELIGHTFUL. After the boys go down, I wear these and my robe and watch my favorite North and South clips over and over again.
Sweet Lord. I’m such a sucker for total-asshole-accidentally-falling-in-love-with-haughty-opinionated-girl tales I CAN’T EVEN TELL YOU. Hello, Pride and Prejudice? Anne of Green Gables (ETA: Gilbert did not break a slate over Anne’s head. I am a dork. But he did tuggeth a ponytail, which makes him an asshole. And he called her carrots. Yeeeeah…go with it…)? Except it gets to the point where I want to shove the girl and say, “If you don’t say ‘take me!’ pretty soon I will seriously punch you in your baby maker. WHY ARE YOU MAKING HIM WORK SO HARD?!”
He’s all, SRSLY?! You know you want me.
Margaret needs a sassy gay friend to tell her, “look at your life, look at your choices!”