Tickled Pink

Lately I've been such a bump on a log. A bore and a snore. No fun. No energy. No blogging. No exercising. Definitely no swinging from the chandeliers. Or hula hooping. Mostly I've just been hanging out. Feeling sick. All the time. ALL THE TIME. Like I said...a bump on a log. Turns out I've got a bump of a different sort.

Yesterday G sent me a lovely arrangement of pink roses at work. I blushed. Whatta guy! I immediately called to say thank you for the beautiful bouquet. "They're not for you" was his solemn reply. Huh?!? What the?!? I sat in a confused state of silence. "They're for my little lady" he said. Ahhhhh.....yes, that's right. Of course they are.

Yesterday we also found out we're having a little girl this winter. In suddenly blurting this out, I realize I've neglected to even mention my pregnancy prior to this point. I've been keeping this little secret (mostly) to myself. But now it's out and about and been around the block.

So while I'm still wrapping my head around having a little baby, this little lady is slowly wrapping G around her itsy bitsy little finger (he must be really ticklish).

The Day I Died and Went to Heaven

Was the same day I ate a roasted turkey leg with my bare hands (cuz I'll do anything to fit in),

Chugged 2 Red Bulls in under 5 minutes and then smashed them on my forehead (to show my fellow fans my extreme devotion),

Wore an Old Spice hat and was so serious about car racing I didn't even crack a smile (hey, if you think I'm stern, check out the dudes behind me...they were so intense they started to brawl), and then I cheered Tony Stewart and the #14 car on to NASCAR victory (almost...it was actually the #18 car that won).

Sheesh, it's good to be back. At least I hope to be back...for a while. And no, this post is not a joke. I'm for reals.

Back In The Saddle

Lately, I've had a hitch in my giddy-up. Please standby for the latest/greatest.

*hitch = turning 30*

Swamped

Sheesh. Between heaps of work, a busy social agenda, out of town visitors, condo decisions, and prepping for a whirlwind trip, lately I've been feeling swamped.

With the itty bit of sleep I've been getting I probably look like the swamp woman too.

27 Inches and 6 Months Later

Only miss the ponies.

Don't Forget

If I had my own house with my own bathroom with my own mirror (which technically speaking, I do---I'm just not living there yet), I would have this taped to that bathroom mirror. As a daily reminder. Kind of like a different way of saying "Don't forget to stop and smell the roses." It's the words I like. But the photo is pretty sweet too.

Yesterday

Breakfast:

Lunch:



Dinner:

I love sugar, yes, I do
I love sugar,
how 'bout you?

Obviously, I'm one of those people who likes to bake her cake, and eat it too.

Blueberry

I'm not quite sure why, but the first thought that popped into my head---literally at 5:30 a.m.---this morning was Violet Beauregarde. All morning long I've been thinking of her.

Maybe it's because of the 3 course meal chewing gum she eats at Willy Wonka's Candy Company (I'm still waiting for that to come to my local candy store). Or maybe it's because I was craving blueberries.

I've been on a serious sugar high this week.

Genius Hard At Work

These little lovelies

plus this wonderful contraption

equal heaven:

This is not an April Fools joke. I'm dead serious.

Let's Clear the Air, Shall We?

It has been suggested in a comment on this post that I plagiarized/copied the idea for my bad news letter to Old Man Winter from a Canadian journalist who wrote a letter to Mother Nature. If I may, let me take a few moments to state the facts.

Fact: I've never seen or heard of this Canadian publication/website/article/journalist until today.

Fact: As one who takes pride in her own creativity, I am a little hurt at the mere suggestion that I would take the ideas of another.

Fact: If I stole any hint of an idea whatsoever in this post, then I stole it from my brother-in-law, C2000. He regularly gives verbal bad news letters to people, that go a little something like this: "Dear Soandso, BAD NEWS: you ___________. Sincerely, C2000." So let me give credit where credit is due---C2000, thank you for introducing me to bad news letters. But really, didn't you learn that in your business writing class at the university? So maybe I should find your professor and ask him/her if it's ok for me to write bad news letters to people.

Fact: I would never call Mother Nature a b****, slut, or make other degrading remarks (as the article does). It's common knowledge that is no way to treat a lady.


Whew, I feel better now. With that said, I wish you all a lovely weekend. I'm taking a break and heading to southern California for a few days to reunite with old friends. Happy Easter!

A Few Thoughts Until I Catch Up...Then I'll Share How Awesome Florida Was And How Crappy It Is Being Back

Ok, a few things. First, I lalalalove this picture. Second, I totally wanna be this girl. Third, it's almost enough to make me wanna grow my hair out (again). Fourth, or purchase a suh-weet wig (and hat). Fifth, I loved catching up on The Shiny Squirrel last week, where I found the photo. Sixth, I'd like to be her too.

8 Is Great

Nicole tagged me a bit ago. I've been trying to conjure up 8 really radical splendiferous things about myself that would wow and bowl people over from sheer shock and awe. Turns out, I'm not that exciting. So here are 8 tried and true things about me right now.

1. One of my all time favorite movies lines is Cher from Clueless: "...and in closing, may I remind you that it does NOT say RSVP on the Statue of Liberty."

2. Next to my dog, my big sunglasses and lipgloss are my best friends.

3. I'm growing increasingly frustrated that I can't get my hair to blow out the same way my hair stylist does. I'm contemplating having him do it for me once a week. If he wasn't an hour away, I'd for sure do it. Hey, old ladies do it...why can't I?

4. I'm desperately seeking denim. Denim like the jean. I just don't know what designer to try this time. I feel like everything is so played out. Any suggestions? Nothing too wild and crazy, something more classic (yet still stylish) that fits petite peeps like me.

5. I want the new Blackberry Curve so bad it hurts. I may give up my baby toe for it.

6. I'm scared to death of skin cancer. Now I instant/spray tan and wear 70 SPF every day.

7. It's been such a cold winter, I've started wearing my Uggs outside. I can tell they're now showing signs of wear. I'm really worried about it.

8. Sometimes I clean the house in a tiara and heels. While I'm wearing a wifebeater and short shorts. It helps me feel less gross about the yuck-yuck-yuckity-mcyuckerness of cleaning.

3 Easy Steps To Get On My Good Side

Step 1: Leave on a jet plane, late at night from Manhattan, bound for SLC. Tuck a 25 lb. bag of the best cookies ever 'neath your arm:

Step 2: Arrive to SLC in the wee hours of the morn. Leave this on my bathroom counter:

Step 3: Share them with me for breakfast every day for a week, until they're gone. When all hope is lost and the last nibble enjoyed, find the last precious one, and surprise me all over again:

Special thanks to my bro-in-law, B., who shares my eating habits and is therefore officially on my good side.

Resolved

It's already February. I haven't even thought about making my own New Years Resolutions. Naturally, I looked to my trusty blogroll for a little inspiration. Found some great motivators/ideas to bag, borrow, and steal:

• Ali's create more and try new things
• Marta's creatively penned ideas (an oldy, but a goody)
• Lane's new direction
• Lori's mid-year reminder to listen, learn, labor, and love
• Angies desire to stand a little taller
• YHO's higher education
• 100 Percent Cottam's well-rounded resolutions
• Would Be Writers Guild's bravery/occasional wussiness
• Caroline's organization
• Unruly Thing's deadline, among other things
• Favourito's golden ticket
• Olivia's autographed photo of Scott Baio
• A Little Sussy's great find to get you thinking, an inspirational one upper

For now, the one thing I can add to this list is that I'd like to start dressing a little more my age. With the hope that it will eventually encourage me to start acting more my age too. Right now, it's a longshot.

xoxo

I'll miss this man, his contagious smile, witty humor, wisdom beyond years, and the cane he waved about.

Wouldn't it be nice if we could all leave this world knowing we made it a better place.

Well done Gordon B.

Experiment

I'm a pretty petite person. By that, I mean sometimes I purchase childrens clothing from retailers simply because it is the exact same as the adult line and it costs less. I decided to try out Crewcuts by J.Crew. I could only find it online in my neck of the woods, so I purchased a zebra-stripe cardigan. In size XXL, which JCrew says is supposed to fit a 10-year old.

Result: It totally fits me.
Which can only mean one of three things: 1) I am incredibly small, or 2) JCrew's sizes are incredibly large, or 3) 10-year olds just ain't what they used to be.

This Is Why I Can Never Be BFF With Apple (Yet Continue To Buy Their Products)

Those folks over there at Apple just don't get it. And even if they do, I still think they're jerks. I've had the old school iPod Mini since its inception. A cute little pastel pink one that has been hanging on for dear life for the last 9 months. It works some of the time, but not most of the time, and I just can't bear to let it go. Why, you ask? Because the Nano doesn't come in pink. So I've been holding out.

Until Christmas, when G. bought me a new one. Being the loving and wise husband he is, he bought me the next best thing to pink, which is, naturally, red.

But, looksey whoosey popped into my inbox this morning. Just in time for Valentines Day. Blast it all to the moon! I swear this love/hate relationship I have with Apple will be the death of me.

LalalaLOVE LalalaLIVE

This is the living room of my dreams. It's the Paris apartment of Cordelia de Castellane (who also happens to have the legs of my dreams). I once heard it perfectly described as a "colorful and modern mix of luxury and frivolity that definitely doesn't take itself too seriously." I think I once heard someone describe me that way too. Now, if only I could get those LOVEly pillows in that lovely room to say "lalalaLOVE".

Confessions of a Weekly Hair Washer

My stylist once told me this: "Long hair is big and gorgeous and sexy. Short hair is sassy and stylish and fashion forward." After that I chopped all my hair off. Like a ton of it. I went from hair grazing my bum to hair barely covering my ears. Woah. I felt naked.

That was 3ish months ago. Since then, I've changed. In my long-haired life I washed my hair once a week (if that). The shower cap was my best friend. Now, I wash every other day and (gasp!) sometimes daily.

I never knew/remembered how washing my hair frequently could feel so good. I'd forgotten what consistently clean hair feels like. Yes, in my former life I was that gross (though I cross my heart and hope to die, you'd never know it). Sometimes my husband would finally say to me "You're not getting in this bed tonight unless your hair is clean." Ugh.

I feel like a changed woman. Semi-daily hair washing has changed my life. Indeed, I feel sassier, stylisher, and fashion forwarder. But I also feel cleaner. Funny how that happens.

Macarons were Sophia Coppola's inspiration for the color palette in Marie Antoinette.

So pretty. So petite. So perfect. Lalalalove it.