Is a sailor!
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Yo soy sensitivo
I'm not sure what happened to me that I have become 1) a big sap and 2) incapable of dealing with badness/sadness in media (and life). I can't watch shows like Law&Order anymore because they are just too gruesome and sad. I don't like scary movies. War movies- forget about it. News articles upset me like no other. I don't read sad books anymore. (Oh, Jodie Picoult, you piss me off so much, and 'Oprah's Book Club' books are pretty much all off my list.) Really, I am looking for happily ever after. I want all my endings tied up with a pretty little bow. Lord Voldermort is pretty much the extent of the evil I can handle...
Maybe it's having kids. Maybe it's growing older. Or maybe it's just that life itself can be rough enough that I don't need to see or read about sad/scary/gruesome/warring or ugly things.
As a result, I'm a dork. I watch the Biggest Loser (and cry), Project Runway (and harshly judge their fashion tastes while sitting in sweat pants) and House Hunters International (and dream of exotic destinations). I was oddly fixated by Ink Masters (a tattooing competition), which as a non-tatted chick is probably pretty bizarre. I gave Grey's Anatomy the ax as a result of all the damn catastrophes, sad stories, and doctors dying. Downton Abbey, which I love, is also on strike 2. (If one more person dies, I'm out.) My newest find, 'Lark Rise to Candleford' (on Netflix) is essentially the British 'Little House on the Prairie' and I am loving every quaint little minute.
So, I ignore the news as best I can. I wrap myself in blankets and read sweet books and watch happy old TV sitcoms (Family Ties, Facts of Life), and I strive to be a happy, good person. In the end, it's really all I can do.
Am I becoming a Duggar?
Maybe it's having kids. Maybe it's growing older. Or maybe it's just that life itself can be rough enough that I don't need to see or read about sad/scary/gruesome/warring or ugly things.
As a result, I'm a dork. I watch the Biggest Loser (and cry), Project Runway (and harshly judge their fashion tastes while sitting in sweat pants) and House Hunters International (and dream of exotic destinations). I was oddly fixated by Ink Masters (a tattooing competition), which as a non-tatted chick is probably pretty bizarre. I gave Grey's Anatomy the ax as a result of all the damn catastrophes, sad stories, and doctors dying. Downton Abbey, which I love, is also on strike 2. (If one more person dies, I'm out.) My newest find, 'Lark Rise to Candleford' (on Netflix) is essentially the British 'Little House on the Prairie' and I am loving every quaint little minute.
So, I ignore the news as best I can. I wrap myself in blankets and read sweet books and watch happy old TV sitcoms (Family Ties, Facts of Life), and I strive to be a happy, good person. In the end, it's really all I can do.
Am I becoming a Duggar?
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Monday, October 14, 2013
It's fun to pretend I live in CT!
We are renting a house in New Milford for the week of Thanksgiving. And, since I love to host things (and since Brad is a good sport), and since I love to pretend that I live in CT close to all my friends and fam, I thought it would be fab to throw a party at 'our place'. Little Miss Violet is turning 1 on the Saturday after Thanksgiving (11/30), so what better reason to celebrate?!? 1 year old cake smashing required, beer pong/flip cup optional...
Save the date! Details to follow.
Save the date! Details to follow.
Anxious much?
The ladies and I are flying (without Brad!) to Chicago tomorrow. GULP! I seriously have palpitations just thinking about it, but I'm pretty sure we/I can do it. It's a direct flight and we are only in the air for 2 hours. I can do this, right? I think I can. I think I can...
I am prepared. I have lists on top of lists and, assuming I pack everything in said lists, will be totally good to go. But kids are unpredictable (or 'unreasonable' as the wise Billy Mac 2.0 prophesied), and you really never know what is going to happen. Annie has her own seat and Violet will be on my lap. I will no doubt need some assistance and I am hoping the flight attendants and/or my fellow plane goers will be kind. FAA Gods, please put us next to a lovely Grandmotherly type who would like nothing more than to play with and coo at 2 cute little girls for the duration of our flight!
In an attempt to win the favor of our potentially-disgruntled-by-us plane mates, I've attached the note below to littles bag of candy. C'mon, if you got this note, you'd be nice, wouldn't you?
I am prepared. I have lists on top of lists and, assuming I pack everything in said lists, will be totally good to go. But kids are unpredictable (or 'unreasonable' as the wise Billy Mac 2.0 prophesied), and you really never know what is going to happen. Annie has her own seat and Violet will be on my lap. I will no doubt need some assistance and I am hoping the flight attendants and/or my fellow plane goers will be kind. FAA Gods, please put us next to a lovely Grandmotherly type who would like nothing more than to play with and coo at 2 cute little girls for the duration of our flight!
In an attempt to win the favor of our potentially-disgruntled-by-us plane mates, I've attached the note below to littles bag of candy. C'mon, if you got this note, you'd be nice, wouldn't you?
The good part about all of this is the reason for traveling. 1) I get to see the lovely Sharaya get married this coming weekend and 2) I get to spend 4 whole days with one of my very best friends in the entire world. I haven't seen Jill since I was pregnant with Annie, so we definitely have some catching up to do. Watch out woman, here we ALL come!
Brad is flying in on Friday so at least I'll have help on the way home.
Think of me tomorrow at 12:40pm as I'm lugging a carry-on, a stroller, and 2 babies through the narrow aisles of a 747, and feel glad that you are NOT me at that moment!
Saturday, October 12, 2013
Rain boots make any day better
A la Ramona (the Pest) and her rain boots, Annie thinks these are pretty fab. Jumping in puddles is pretty fab too
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Today's Favorite things (cont.)
Got a lot of favs these days!
2. Antique find! Old-school wooden box that we are using as a toybox. I think it is so sweet, and the price could not have been beat. (see what I did there). I've wanted something non-kid-esque to hold the toys in the sunroom for a while and was so excited to find this little number!
It's the little things that make a house a home, and I'm feeling all cozy and homey round here these days! Yay for my newest favorite things!
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Today's Favorite thing
I don't wear much jewelry. Most days it's my wedding rings and that's it.
However, I saw this necklace on a friend's Pinterest page and became obsessed. After much hemming and hawing (because I have to overthink everything), I ordered it, and I couldn't be happier! It's hard to tell from the pic, but each circle is stamped with the girls' first initial. I love my sweet and simple "a" and "v" necklace.
If anyone is interested, I ordered it here:
http://www.gosiameyerjewelry.com/product-category/necklaces/
Update
My post about fashion (or my current lack there of) was too pathetic even for me. I realized wishing for yesterday can make today not so great. So, I am happy to report that I went shopping. Frump be gone!
Carpe diem!
Perhaps living in the now (and feeling good about it) is as important as working for a better (fitter) tomorrow!?
Carpe diem!
Monday, October 7, 2013
'Fitting in' with fashion
It struck me, mid 'I have nothing to wear' meltdown this weekend, that lately I aspire to be much more fashionable than I ever manage to pull off. I know what is 'in', and I know what I would like to wear. And I really do love fashion. But I have an image in my head of how I would like to look in my clothes and (literally) fitting into that image is not always possible.
As I see it, there are several major roadblocks to me being the fabulous fashionista I aspire to be:
1. Obviously, I am not the size I would like to be. I love the size 2 fashions, but they don't so much work on this post-baby body.
2. I, like so many other women, live in the world of 'I'll buy it when I lose the weight'. And, as a result, I don't buy it. My closet is looking pretty damn pitiful these days, but who wants to spend the money when, god willing, you will not be this size all that much longer? I like nice things, and have in the past (and would like to again) buy nice things; but I will not buy a $200+ pair of jeans just to see them not fit in a matter of months.
3. I wear what fits my body, and that doesn't always come in the most stylish of items. Sadly, fit often has to come before fashion. For example, I wore a shirt this past weekend that was cut the right way and flattered my body the right way (I even got a couple 'you look like you've lost weight' compliments) but seriously, there wasn't a fashion forward thing about the shirt. It was boring and Mom-ish and made me feel frumptastic. I AM cooler than that! But what do you do? In a choice between wearing something flattering or wearing something fashionable, I feel like you gotta go with flattering. Boring, basic, sad, but flattering.
Obviously full-figured-fashions (god I hate that term) can be flattering and do not have to be boring or frumpy. But I would have to spend money and invest in the body I have now, which is something I am not willing to do. So, until I manage to find Amy of Yesteryear, the frump fest may well continue. Don't judge. Just know that I know.
As I see it, there are several major roadblocks to me being the fabulous fashionista I aspire to be:
1. Obviously, I am not the size I would like to be. I love the size 2 fashions, but they don't so much work on this post-baby body.
2. I, like so many other women, live in the world of 'I'll buy it when I lose the weight'. And, as a result, I don't buy it. My closet is looking pretty damn pitiful these days, but who wants to spend the money when, god willing, you will not be this size all that much longer? I like nice things, and have in the past (and would like to again) buy nice things; but I will not buy a $200+ pair of jeans just to see them not fit in a matter of months.
3. I wear what fits my body, and that doesn't always come in the most stylish of items. Sadly, fit often has to come before fashion. For example, I wore a shirt this past weekend that was cut the right way and flattered my body the right way (I even got a couple 'you look like you've lost weight' compliments) but seriously, there wasn't a fashion forward thing about the shirt. It was boring and Mom-ish and made me feel frumptastic. I AM cooler than that! But what do you do? In a choice between wearing something flattering or wearing something fashionable, I feel like you gotta go with flattering. Boring, basic, sad, but flattering.
Obviously full-figured-fashions (god I hate that term) can be flattering and do not have to be boring or frumpy. But I would have to spend money and invest in the body I have now, which is something I am not willing to do. So, until I manage to find Amy of Yesteryear, the frump fest may well continue. Don't judge. Just know that I know.
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