Friday, July 17, 2009

I'm working on my stem-tying ability

I like Sonic's Cherry Limeades. I almost exclusively order that specific drink when at Sonic. But, I realized something, the only reason I do this is to eat the maraschino cherry at the end. The only reason. I am so annoyed when they don't put that tiny little, fake colored, flavor pumped in cherry that I have seriously considered driving back to the offending Sonic location and demanding they bring me out a cherry.

In fact, they should make it two cherries.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

No Restraining Order Yet

Not many people can say they have a stalker, but apparently I am that cool. So this is a shout out to my blog stalker-Brandi. Whatzup BK?!

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Mary Kay office

The perfect easy-living cottage look. An eclectic collection of graceful yet simple detailing is highlighted by an antiqued white finish. Louvered door panels, turned wood feet, worn wood knobs, and metal bin hardware complete this vision of storybook warmth and charm.
These are the two pieces that we purchased this weekend. I plan on buying a couple of matching bookshelves, but those will wait until I reach my goal of 100 new faces by September 15th.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

We already have a Retirement Fund started!

Ever so slowly, our new house is becoming a home. I know it's such a cliche, but hey-that's how I operate. I'm just full of cliches and re-used jokes.

But anyhow, we have torn out the wallpaper and repainted the master bedroom, primed the black room and the bright green room, and succesfully repainted the green room in a lovely shade of nothing color. It's your basic tan color, that cost me $5 for the gallon I picked out of the plethora* of mis-tints from the local paint store. I have also selected the pink paint that I am going to use in my Mary Kay office/store! And as we get the bigger pieces of furniture where they need to go, we are slowly unpacking and putting away (or hiding-however you look at it) all of the junk that we have accumulated in less than two years of marriage. Lord knows what I'll do when we decide to move again in five years. And twenty years after that!

As we have moved along, unpacking, and arranging, and cleaning, and repainting-nothing has made me feel more like a new home owner than the recent purchases that we have made. I made a trip to Bed, Bath, and Beyond with my Mother-in-law to buy curtains for the living room, and just last weekend my husband and I went to that mega Furniture store, where you could be lost for days, and bought him a new recliner and my Mary Kay office furniture. We also picked out our favorite entertainment center and the living room extras (coffee table, end table, and sofa table) all to be purchased at a later date, when we have the room de-papered and de-paneled (not to be confused with de-flowered.) They should advertise for that mega Furniture store with that jingle that goes, "I'm a big kid now!" and you could show me pulling up my jeans as I prepared to sit down on the new living room set. I'm all about house decorating and weed pulling and cross stitching and everything-now that I'm a big girl.

*Plethora-word of the day

Word of the Day

Plethora, as in "My co-worker actually used the word plethora in a sentence." Plethora.

Friday, July 3, 2009

I will be taking bribes

Tonight I have to judge babies, you know..... for a baby contest. When I was in school, I participated in 4-H. I took my steer and my horse. I also took a lamb one year and even participated in the Round Robin, where you show pigs and dairy cattle and all the other large animals. These animals are judged, not only by how well you show them, but also by how muscular they look, how lean and well they fit into the desired look of the animal and the judges poke them in the sides or the backend or wherever they need to, all to decide which animal is the best. There's careful considerations and reasons, things that sound like, "I placed 1 over 2 because of the uniformity across the top of the loin, something something blah blah." I don't know, I started spacing out because I was always in the bottom pair and basically they would just tell me that I had a crappy animal that wasn't even fit to eat.

But, my question is, how do I judge babies? Do I get to squeeze their cute little fat rolls before making any decisions?

Because Skanky doesn't sell...

It's called Flirty Girl Fit. Right.....flirty. Exactly what I was thinking.

Please check out these video clips. I told the girls at work I'd order this if I knew for sure they wouldn't find out.