Tuesday, July 31, 2012
The gazelle... Its a form of antelope... did you know that?! I chose it because it is the shortest of the versions of antelope and super fast. According to the all knowing Wikipedia, it can reach speeds of 60mph.
Monday, July 30, 2012
I'm finally participating in Two Birds' Inspiration Monday. For the last three weeks, I've been putting together outfits each Monday... just to not take pictures and not post them to my blog. (eye roll) I spent my time finishing projects I've been putting off all summer like painting my entire upstairs and guest bedroom headboard. Ashlee Simpson is the inspiration:
Saturday, July 28, 2012
I'm so excited to be posting my first thrifted outfit! I have about five outfits that I am going to submit to the Thrift Store Runway... and because it is a runway competition to see how well contestants organize thrifted fashion (and my severe obsession with Project Runway), I decided to design a thrifted collection. The theme of this collection is "Safari Chic". I wanted to go with "Welcome to the Jungle", but I felt like the fact that my hair wasn't done would not allow me to do that theme justice... AND I wanted to take the pictures outside but couldn't because I was taking the pictures myself. So... Safari Chic it is. I got my inspiration from different animals that might be found on a safari. The first is the Leopard.The Drake Closet. My shoes are Cynthia Vincent for Target (and I love them!).
eventually put it in the frame it is sitting on and hang it on the wall.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
I went back to Kroger to get a few groceries for dinner, and this is the progress that has been made.
Monday, July 23, 2012
A good friend of mine suggested a few weeks ago that we take Charlie to the sunflower fields so that we could take pictures. We finally got to do that today!
Friday, July 20, 2012
For whatever reason, I've really been obsessed with Indian clothing. I think it is absolutely gorgeous...
I live in an area with a gazillion grocery stores, but I only care to go to one of them, and that is my local Kroger. It is three minutes from my house, and the friendliest people work there. I adore it. I once went in at 6:45am looking for turkey meatballs for my annual holiday brunch, and one of the guys searched with me for like 20 minutes. After concluding that they just didn't have them, he proceeded to talk to me about how he grew up in some part of Georgia where they farm chickens. And every time I go in with my kid, they are just so sweet to him, and it literally feels like a small neighborhood grocer instead of a chain. I've been so much in the last four years that I know that place like the back of my hand. I could probably walk through that place blindfolded... that is until recently... Some Kroger exec decided that it would be best to renovate MY store and make it different. I walked in last week and noticed that they'd moved the entire wall of water and put it somewhere else. I didn't think about it at that time because we had several gallons of distilled water at the house. Well, a couple of days ago, I went into the store, and the entire left side was being moved around. I couldn't handle what I was seeing, so I went to the right side (meats and produce) to compose myself. After I got what I needed from that side, I slowly walked toward the renovation to get some distilled water. I literally nearly had a panic attack because my beloved store had been turned upside down. Associates walked around with smock type coverings with "ASK ME" on them, and people were milling around like ants. I hated it! I nabbed a guy with an "ask me" smock on and asked him where the water was... and he had to turn and ask someone else just to make sure he actually new where it was. I tried to take pictures, and in fact I think I did take a couple, but they were terrible. I deleted them. I really feel hurt that they decided to change the store because now it is a stranger to me... but this change doesn't change their staff, so I'll keep going back so that I can learn this new place like I did the old. (but its going to be hard)
Monday, July 16, 2012
My kid... My kid... He's that weird kid who runs around on the playground eating rocks. I went to get him from daycare today, and he was having a blast running around the teacher with her water spritzer bottle. I walked out to give him a hug, and this little guy shoves a piece of tree bark into his mouth. I quickly get it out as he kicks and laughs on the ground. *eye roll* So... I decide that since he's having so much fun, I should just hang out on the playground with him and the other kids and talk Pinterest with his teachers. When the teachers told the kids to line up on the wall so that they could go inside, I rallied my kid and his friends and stood on the wall with them. At that time, my mohawked kid looks at me with Georgia clay colored drool dripping from his mouth. My gut was gripped as I just KNEW one of his new teeth had cracked out of his mouth... Instead, he spits out two little rocks. This is like the third day that I've caught him eating rocks on the playground... if its not rocks, he's somewhere tasting the dirt! It freaks me out!!! Like... my kid is that weirdo that eats dirt on the playground... seriously! Yes, he's suave with the ladies, but he freaking eats dirt!!!
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
I LOVE shopping... like, I adore it! Spending my money on clothes I will (or won't) wear is my favorite thing to do when I'm not with my kid. BUT... the one thing I despise shopping for is a swimsuit. I haven't purchased a swimsuit since I got married five years ago, and I wouldn't have spent the time buying one now except for the one that I'd been wearing had lost most of its elasticity, so my boobs were somewhere near my belly button, and the whole thing just looked like crap. I used it for one last time about a week ago, and after seeing myself in pictures, I threw it away upon walking into the house. I walked to my bedroom wrapped in a towel cussing myself (and my husband) for getting pictures of be below my neck. I resolved to taking the kid to the pool in a sports bra and biking shorts and a cover up... but then I realized that a friend of ours is having a pool party for her little girl this Saturday, and my current idea of a swimsuit would totally be inappropriate around anyone other than family. So.... I went on my own to search for a cheap suit because I refuse to spend regular price on anything. Needless to say, Target had been picked clean through and there was no way I was going to buy something that belonged to a 15 year old. While I was out with my boys at the mall yesterday picking up a gift, I decided that I also should go to Macys and see if I could find something to wear to this party. My expectations were low. While I searched the racks and turned my nose up at everything, my husband made the tragic comment of "Just pick something... You just need something to get in the water!" I turned with fire in my eyes and yelled, "It IS NOT something just to get in the water! You don't understand what I'm going through! I'll come back on my own because this is all bull!!!" I think he walked away with the kid and mumbled that we weren't leaving until I found something. I. was. on. fire!!! I tried on a bikini and decided that my mom gut would not let me look as great as I needed to look, so I yanked it off and put it back on the return rack. I decided that I must get a one piece but that it cannot be a halter like the one I just threw away (this decision decreases my chances of being able to successfully find something by like 90%!!!). Anywhoo... after about an hour, I found two that worked very well for me. One is by Tommy Hilfiger and looks like this
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
I was at a store the other day, and while I was walking around, I noticed this crazy little kid (around 3 or 4) straight acting a fool. He actually startled me by jumping from behind something and running away. I calmly walked away... looking out the corner of my eye for his parent. I noticed that he was with his mom and grandmother who just so happened to be riding in a wheel chair (yes, thats an important piece of info) **Fast forward about 15 minutes*** As I was leaving, this same little kid ran right in front of me cutting me off so that he could get a toy. He grabbed it and proceeded to scream at his mother that he wanted it. When she said no, this brat fell out of the floor and started losing his mind! I thought to myself "he sure couldn't be mine because if he was..." As I was thinking how I'd react if he were in fact mine, his grandmother turned around in her wheelchair and sternly told the mother, "Gimme my strap!" I smiled in side and gave that woman a standing ovation. She couldn't get up out that chair fast enough, but I knew that back in her "mother" days she must've been a beastin' disciplinarian. And while many people don't agree with spankings (and that is truly ok with me), I will raise my kid the way I and all the family before me was raised... with the "strap".
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Sooooo... This was your girl in the middle of the Goodwill at 10:35 this morning after NOT being able to locate a metal and leather belt I had scoped out yesterday at 5:30pm. I'm still hot at the person who was able to purchase it in the few hours I'd left it in the store. I was gonna get it for like $1.72!!! Damn!!!!!
Saturday, July 7, 2012
This morning I woke up with a taste for pancakes which is somewhat unusual since I often wake up with a hankering for cheese eggs, bacon, and biscuits. I also don't usually crave pancakes because of my position at a job I had many years ago. I worked at a teen/young adult shelter, and part of my (and my partner's job) was to make breakfast for the residents. Every time we asked them what they wanted, they'd say pancakes and bacon... EVERY. SINGLE. SATURDAY. AND SUNDAY!!! I made so many pancakes that my partner coined me with the nic-name "Pancake" and I didn't eat pancakes for about a year after leaving that job. So... My husband, because he apparently grew up eating pancakes on weekends or whatever, usually is the one to make ALL pancakes in our house, and he is wonderful at making them. Actually, he makes 90% of breakfast because he's so good at it, but today I decided to make them. When I went into the fridge to get the mix, I noticed that we only had about a cup. I instantly wanted to tear the door off the fridge and throw some stuff, but I didn't. My reaction to my own pantry is often like this and I'm always improvising. I sprang into action googling pancake recipes that call for ingredients I actually have on hand. I whipped out my all purpose flour and then realized, "WAIT! I have wheat flour!!! I'll use that!" I went into the cabinet, pulled it out, and proceeded to make pancakes (in which I put pureed strawberries and applesauce... yum!). This is what I made.
I have always enjoyed being a frugal shopper. Like seriously... when I was a teenager and I'd get money for some holiday or event, I couldn't wait to take my bucks to Lenoxx mall via the MARTA train and splurge on some clearance items. I'd buy crap I had no use for and stuff I'd never wear just because I got a great deal on it. Needless to say... nothing has changed *sigh* Before and after I had my kid, I'd spend hours (HOURS) on the Loft and Ann Taylor websites during quarterly season sales trying to get an extra 50% off as many clearance items as possible... sometimes I'd "win", and sometimes I'd only get a few items. Long story short... I spent an unnecessary (or very necessary) amount of money on clothes I "needed". I guess this type of shopping can be considered a hobby (because I will not allow for myself to be called an addict). I loved sitting down on my bed with a calculator and tallying up the original prices of all my purchased items and comparing that cost with what I actually paid. The equivalent of this, I suppose, is those people who do extreme couponing... although, in my case, it wasn't extreme because I wasn't saving any more money than anyone else (but who cares). Well, recently (since April) I've gotten into thrifting for my clothes. I absolutely LOVE shopping at thrift stores for great stuff that cost me less than a chicken sandwich. Ever since the Goodwill opened up the street (literally in walking distance!), I've gone thrifting twice a week (and sometimes every day). There are five Goodwills in a 20 minute radius AND a Salvation Army! I've been to these stores so many times that I've just about created relationships with the sales associates. My kid has become a little rock star at our neighborhood Goodwill.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
My little man was circumsized a day after birth, and I can't recall anyone giving us any information on how to clean his little piece of manhood (which will now be called "penis" because I loathe pet names for
We were sure to keep it covered in vaseline and gauze until the pediatrician told us that it had healed properly and that we had done well.
Fast forward 16 months...
I took Charlie to his 18 month appointment two days ago and just so happened to get a different doctor because the one we usually see was booked for two weeks. Well, this new doctor came in and checked all his parts to make sure he was working and growing properly... he had ten working fingers and toes, two beautifully working eyes, two ears to hear, and his growth was right on the curve as it should be.
She proceeded to check his testicles and penis. She looked at me and fowned then said...
Your son has a little penile adhesion and I will need to pull the skin back.
***Pause*** This is where you get schooled...
A penile adhesion happens when the remaining foreskin from a circumcision reattaches or seals itself around the glans (head) of the penis. Basically, the glans of a penis should have a cap like a mushroom... if a boy's penis does not, he has a penile adhesion.
Sunday, July 1, 2012
I teach. As a special education teacher, I walk a lot. Because I walk a lot, my feet (and the ground) literally eat through my shoes. All I wear are ballet flats since heels higher than two inches eventually lead to me wearing flip flops for half the day. And... I prefer that my ballet flats be leather in nude or black. I'd been wanting to actually spend a real amount of money on some good shoes since the last two pairs of nude ballet flats only survived about six months each. Granted, I bought both pairs on sale, but neither pair was made well enough to withstand my Olympic Cross-country distance of a class schedule. So... I eventually found a shoe that meets all my criteria, but the price is not generally what I would pay for... anything. This shoe is the Tory Burch Eddie ballet flat seen below.