Wednesday, July 27, 2011


Foot-stomping, booty-shakin, hair thrashing salute to women.

Friday, July 22, 2011

OKAY kitty...

I know you need a bath, but MUST you leap onto my pillow and bathe yourself?
On my PILLOW?!

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Shoe Lust

For those of us with no disposable income, I present to you:

 I really think I could wear these to the grocery store. Multi-colored glitter reads as a neutral, right?
Wedges are good for running around. I like these. 

'My shoes look like they were designed by an architect. And what are YOU wearing?'
 I'd wear these with ALL black. These booties actually make my heart skip a beat. 
These are hideous in the most delightful way. Rainbows on my feet? YES PLEASE. 

Aaaaand the triple-lace Ann D's....le sigh...

Most images from Anthropologie. Aaaaah, SHOES. 
Have a great weekend!

Friday, July 8, 2011


Years and years and years ago, I was sitting with my middle sister at the kitchen table in our old apartment on Hainesville that isn't there anymore. We were surrounded by brown paper grocery bags and it felt like it was our own little world. Our parents were nowhere to be seen (but they were probably in the living room). 

Apparently I was feeling feisty and my sis was feeling gullible because when I dared her to take a single noodle from our mac and cheese and shove it up her nose. 
I remember the conversation like it was yesterday:

*giggling* 'Hey Althea..should I shove this noodle up my nose...'

'hyuck hyuck, YEAH I DARE YOU!!!'

*Megan shoves noodle up her nose*

Thankfully, my parents didn't beat me to death. Megan flaunted her emergency room bracelet at me when she got home.

What the fuck does this have to do with karma, you ask? Well...let me tell you what the fuck it has to do with it...

Yesterday afternoon I was up here on my Mac (and you were across the street in the other Starbucks on YOUR Mac-name that movie) , working on a cleaning schedule for my store. 
And I hear an all-too-familiar shriek. 
'WHAT??? What happened?' while furiously typing, trying to get SOMEthing done...

Thinking he just got scratched by the cat or something, I admonish him to come upstairs. After a minute or so, I went down to find him in the middle of the living room with a kleenex in hand. 
'My nose! It hurt! Dees one!'
He points to his right nostril. I look up there and see what I think is a massive booger. I take the tissue and coach him through  blowing his nose. The 'booger' didn't move. 
Detective that I am, I looked around the room to find a Dum-Dum wrapper on the floor. I turn to my son in slow motion and say, "Milo, did you stick a sucker stick up your nose?"

*tears* 'YEAH!!!!!'
I immedeatly begin pacing and running my fingers through the left side of my hair (its quite soothing. I've found my nervous tic). The pediatrician recommended that I bring him to the ER to have it removed. 
Shit. I was without a car. My DH had switched cars on his way to a dentist appointment. He was picking up a piece of furniture from his parents' house and needed the bigger vehicle. 
I had to call the dentist, pull him out of the chair to tell him that we need to take the kid to the emergency room. 
I continue to pace and stroke my hair. Its really soothing. 

That's really the exciting part of the story. We went to the ER, everyone laughed, the doc pulled the stick out the kid's nose. 
Then we went to Steak N Shake. And THEN I had to go to work. 

Whew. Karma. The end. 

Tuesday, July 5, 2011


I am sure many of you have had your fill of patriotic posts, so here is some eye candy. 

My husband and I have been working on the (town)house lately. Improving organization, painting, new doors, etc. We can't sell this place, so we are making the best of it as we can. A little here, a little there. Yesterday we spent a few hours at Ikea looking for a child-size table for the kiddo. But my standards are pretty high, and we didn't find anything. 
But we DID find a floor lamp that makes me REALLY happy. 
I am simply unwilling to compromise any longer. I don't want things with which to make do. I want to surround myself with things we really love-so that as long as we are in this space we can love being in it. 

That being said; after we were both completely frustrated with online shopping, I went to the Anthropologie website. Where I can afford NOTHING. 
But I can snag the pictures!!!!

Above please see a few of my dream living room pieces. I love the juxtaposition of the traditional leather sofas with the reclaimed wood coffee table and that crazy ass ottoman. One of those couches is named the Milo. Must have. If I ever become insanely wealthy.

I may or may not have yelled, 'HOLY SHIT!!!!!' when I saw this hanging bed. 
That's it for that. We don't and will likely never own any of these pieces but for now it is nice to look.
All images from Anthropologie