Est. 7-23-2011

This week's project was thrown together pretty haphazardly

and the inspiration for the project came in several different chunks. 

Part 1:

Ever since I got married, 

I've been obsessed with our wedding date.

I love thinking of it as when our little family was "established'.

It makes us sound so fancy.

I've been trying to incorporate it into as many things as possible,

without being weird.

(As if being obsessed with a wedding date doesn't make me weird enough.)

Part 2:

I love garden flags.

And have several really cute themed ones.

However, I don't have a generic, every day garden flag that I love.

Part 3:

At the beginning of the year, 

one of my Spanish speaking parents gave me a bag of fabric and buttons.

Because of the language barrier, 

I wasn't really sure why?

After it sat in my classroom for several months,

I decided to bring it home to see if I had a need for it there.

One of the fabrics was burlap.

Score.

Part 4:

This pin.

via

Even though burlap is a really awkward fabric to work with,

it sheds and has holes in it,

this project was really quite simple.

Obviously the pin is garden flag for sale. 

But I didn't have $18.95 sitting around to spent on a garden flag.

So I got creative.

The Process:

1. I used one of my old garden flags to measure out my fabric.

2. I used hot glue to create the fold at the top

where the stake will go.

Warning: The holes mentioned before don't really bode well with hot glue. 

Watch those fingers.

3. I spruced in up a little. 

I folded and glued brown ribbon along the outer edges to make them more sleek.

I also glued a little knot thing up in the corner for more flare.

Then I used regular acrylic paint to personalize it.

Again, watch out for those holes.

Robbie was convinced that as soon as it rained,

it would be ruined.

But it's been out for a few weeks and, as usual, 

we've had some pretty bipolar weather in Eastern NC.

So far, it's survived everything from an ice storm, 50 mph wind gusts, 75 degree weather, and rain. 

Weird "est." obsession. Check.

Every day garden flag. Check.

Inexpensive and quick. Check.

That folks is what we call a win, win, win situation.

Now go link up and check out everyone else's Pinteresting ideas!

Hugs,

Boycotting

So this happened last night.

That's me. Strapped up to a fancy pants device 

to check my oxygen levels while I sleep.

I went to the dentist yesterday,

which sucks in general,

only to find out that my tongue

(the one I've had my whole life)

if apparently too big for my mouth.

On top of that it looks like I have a constricted airway.

All of these factors put me at a higher risk for a sleeping disorder.

Apparently.

I'm not sure why, all of a sudden, this seems to be the case.

But whatevs. Apparently it is.

So I slept in that big plastic watch last night,

dropped it back off at my dentist this morning

and now I wait for him to tell me whether or not I'm breathing properly at night.

The thing is....I don't snore.

And I'm not just saying that. 

I really don't. Unless I have a stuffy nose.

And um, hello? That's allowed.

Also, when I was asked if I get "unusually tired" throughout the day,

I was a little unsure of what qualifies as "unusual".

Could I take an afternoon nap when I get home from work?

Sure.

I get up at 6:00AM and wrangle 23 six-year-olds all day. 

Any normal person would be ready for a nap once it's all over with.

So, basically since my track record with doctors appointment sucks,

I've decided to just boycott them all together.

I'll just load up on B-12 and Airborne 

and rely on Dr. Google.

He never lets me down.

Well, when he's not telling me my headache means I have a brain tumor.

Anyway...I didn't plan on rambling on about this today.

I actually didn't plan on posting at all.

I know, I know. Lame.

I've been in kind of a "blogger funk" lately.

I blame my oversized tongue.

But when I told my number one fan 

(aka my mother)

that I didn't have anything planned for today or yesterday,

she begged and pleaded for me to reconsider.

She even offered the grand idea of writing a post about her.

Sorry mom, my newfound sleeping disorder won this one.

Maybe tomorrow.

She's currently in the throughs of tax season

and apparently enjoys a little bloggy/Facebook break every now and again.

Don't worry, I won't tell your boss.

Love you, mom!

Hate you, dentist....

Hugs,

Five Things

Monday.
I tried typing a "Happy" in front of that,
but it just wasn't working.
Sometimes I feel like I'm finally getting used to Mondays.
But then they actually get here.
Ugh.

~

Last week, my main girl Erin did this on her blog
and you already know how I love stealing borrowing ideas.
Plus, it's another way for me to talk all about me
and uh, let's be real.
That's one of my most favorite topics of discussion.



5 Things You'll Find in my Bag:
Besides the kitchen sink...

1. Burt's Bees. Always.
2. My Hobo wallet. (The only reason I'm name-brand dropping on that one
is because it is my most favoritest thing ever. I've had it for like 3 years
and it is, hands down, the best wallet I've ever carried.)
3. My cell phone, when it's not in my coat pocket or glued to my hand.
4. Sunglasses case with sunglasses in them 50% of the time.
(The 50% of the time it's not actually sunny, might I add.)
5. Pens. There every where in there. Hence the ink marks all over the bottom.
Shh....I'm just trying not to think about it. 

5 Things You'll Find in my Bedroom:
For some reason, I giggled a little at this
wanting desperately to have something naughty to say.
But I do not.

1. Dog hair. Sorry if that makes me sound gross. I swear I'm not.
And even though I hate cleaning, I do it. Quite often.
But I swear, our bedroom is the one room in the house that collects the most dog hair.
2. A half empty turvis of water on my bedside table from the night before.
3. Two of my favorite pictures in the whole house.
See below.
4. Clothes. Clean, dirty, undecided.
Throughout the week they seem to pile up everywhere.
5. An unmade bed. Again, sorry if that makes me sound like a slob.
But I hate making the bed.

Robbie and I at prom circa 2006 on the left. Us on our wedding day circa 2011 on the right. 

5 Things I've Always Wanted To Do:

1. Visit all 50 states.
Preferably in a cross country trip.
Even though, yes, I realize in order to get to Alaska and Hawaii
I would have to fly or boat.
2. Ride (or even pet) a real elephant.
3. Write a book.
(Okay, that ones kind of a stretch. But I have always thought about it.)
4. Go to New York for New Year's Eve.
5. Own a 4-Runner.

P.S. I had a really hard time thinking about things I've always wanted to do
because a lot of the things I've always wanted to do....I've finally already done. 
Impressive, I know! Now it's time to start a new dream list.

5 Things I'm Currently Loving:

1. Weekends. Like duh.
2. Pretty Little Liars. I can't even begin to talk about how obsessed I am with that show.
3. Chex Mix cereal.
It's gluten-free, delicious, and I've been eating my weight in it recently.
4. The fact that January is almost over.
Sorry to be a Debbie Downer, but January has been cold and long.
I'm over it.
5. The fact that Willow and I are currently wearing matching sweaters.

Hugs,

Letters to my Former Single Self

I have to admit,

I don't have the most dating experience. 

If you've been paying attention,

you know that I met Robbie when I was fourteen

(our first real conversation was on AOL Instant Messenger ha)

and dated him on and off in high school

and completely through college.

However,  when I heard about Lisette doing this link up

I knew I still wanted to participate.

Because I have a lot that I would want to tell my "single-pre-marriage" self.

Let's start at the beginning, shall we?

Dear 6-year-old self,

Right now you think boys are gross, as you should.
But believe it or not, one day you're going to want
to marry someone other than your daddy.
I know...it's hard to believe.
But it will happen.
Until then, enjoy every second with your number one man.

Dear 12-year-old self,

It's totally okay to "go out" with him
even if you don't really like him.
After all, you're never going to actually "go" anywhere with him.
He's a nice enough guy (even though he's shorter than you)
and it's only going to last a week anyway.
Just whatever you do...don't let him kiss you.
Your reputation starts now, ya know.

Dear 14-year-old self,
Welcome to high school,
the land of boys, drama, and boys.
Whatever you do, play it cool.
Don't be afraid to talk to new people, this your chance.
You're an extrovert, remember?
There's no need to hyperventilate after giving a boy your number.

(True story: when Robbie first asked me for my phone number I paced around our bonus room for a good hour anticipating his call. I was so nervous. Not to mention I had to give him my house phone number because I didn't even own a cell phone yet and had given my entire family a mini lecture about not answering the phone. It was a stressful time in 2003.)

Also, remember that "prince charming"
from your younger days (aka dad),
don't completely let go of that idea.
You're just getting started on this whole dating thing
and some guys are only going to be mediocre
while others are going to be plain gross
(your 6 year old self wasn't completely off)
but you will find a diamond in the rough
sooner than you think, actually,
although you won't realize how perfect he is for you right away.
And that's okay. I'm not going to spoil the fun.
Learning is half the journey.

In the meantime, follow your gut and your heart.
Dating is supposed to be about having fun.
And boyfriends are supposed to make you laugh,
put you first and be 100% honest with you.
These are things that you already know
(cause you're just a genius 14 year old)
but things that you will inevitably lose sight of along the way
(cause you're just a silly 14 year old).
In the meantime, enjoy the awkward dates...
you almost always get a free meal out of the deal.

~

If you're interested in joining in on the fun,
we'll be here all month (ba-dum-chhh)

But really, these letters will be happening every Friday
starting today
until every single girl's favorite day:
February 15.
(the day after Valentine's Day, when things resume back to normal in love world.)

This week the focus is how your view of dating has changed since you were little.
Mine went from gross to awkward to fun(ish). 
Next week, we'll be going back to the year before "the one".

Grab a button.
Write a letter.
Check out some links below.
You know the drill.

Hugs,

Over It

So Beyonce lip sang the National Anthem?

yawn. 

A football player has some fake dead girlfriend.

who cares.

Prince Harry said something else offensive that real royalty would never say.

whatever that means.

It was 3 degrees below 0 in some places this week.

hasn't that happened before?

Lance Armstrong used drugs and lied about it.

who hasn't?*

~

Is it just me, or has the news just gotten completely ridiculous.

One of my fun facts the other day

was that I watch the news every morning,

but never really pay attention 

and therefore I don't know anything actually going on in the world.

At least I thought that was my problem.

Turns out, I wasn't out of touch with current events 

because I wasn't paying attention.

I'm out of touch with current events

because none of the news I watch is actually reporting real news.

Sorry Diane Sawyer.

But seriously, 

why is it a big deal that Beyonce used

a pre-recorded version of The Star Spangled Banner?

Why are we sooooo fascinated with an idiot football player

who decided to get a "relationship" with someone he had never actually met?

And more importantly,

why is everyone always hating on Prince Harry?

Sure, these things might be newsworthy for a little while.

But I shouldn't hear about them over and over and over again.

I believe there's a proverb for just this type of situation:

Don't make a mountain of a mole hole.

Yes, Channel 12 News. I'm lookin at you.

Hugs,

*I haven't. I solemnly swear.

If I Were a Boy (Part 2)

So, awhile back, I wrote this post for Erin's link up.
But I when I realized my other favorite blogging Erin
and her friend Gay
were doing the same kind of thing
(plus the fact that I didn't have anything else planned for today)
I knew I had to participate.
With a few little revisions.

~

If I were a boy...

I would pee anywhere and everywhere, because I could.

I would always wear baseball hats.

I would drink dark beer, and like it.

I would demand to have my own man cave.

I would take out the trash and do all the yard work.

I wouldn't chew tobacco.

I wouldn't be such a scaredy cat about things.

I would be able to fix anything.

I would never shop at PacSun or HotTopic.

I would leave "I love you...just because" notes and presents often.

Even though I would have really sloppy, chicken scratch handwriting.

 I would play high school football.

I would drive a big SUV or pick-up truck.

I wouldn't talk bad about "chicks" and all the stupid things they do.
(Even though I'd probably think they do lots of stupid things.)

I would be sure to ask her dad before I proposed.

I'd have a dog and love her unconditionally.

I would act really annoyed when my girl asks me for help,
but secretly I would love it.

I wouldn't complain about the ten million questions she asks me each day.

I would be a mama's boy...but not too much.

~


Hugs,

 

The Facts of Yours Truly

I'm linking up with Whitney because 1. I am currently in love with her and her blog and 2. you know I can't come with my own ideas every day.
The Facts of Marianna:
1. I never ever sit on my couch without being wrapped up in a blanket. This is partly because I love to be snuggled in  and partly because my husband keeps our house fa-reeeeezing.
2. I have to sleep with a pillow up against my back.
3. I ate drinking water or soda out of plastic bottles. I'd much rather prefer soda in a can (with a coozie) and water in a Turvis Tumbler, ice, and a straw.
4. I hate when drinks sweat (hence the Turvis and the coozie)  and I hate drinking without a straw.
5. Elephants are my favorite animal. And I plan to ride one before I die.
6. I have rheumatoid arthritis.
7. Sometimes I practice conversations while I straighten my hair in the morning. Not often though, because it usually makes me late.
8. I don't know how to work our TV.
9. I watch the local news every morning with my dog while I eat my breakfast. Except I still never know what's going on in the world.
10. I have a tendency to think I can do almost anything better than whoever is already doing it.
11. I try not to feed into those thoughts, because I realize rationally, they're not true.
12. My least favorite thing to do is car shop. Coincidentally, it's my husband's favorite.
13. I've been eating gluten-free since New Years. I've only cheated once (I had Mexican last week). And I actually don't really hate it. 
14. Robbie gave me Willow as an early college graduation present and at first, I was mad about it, mainly because I was terrified of having that kind of responsibility. 
15. I'm addicted to my iPhone.  I realize admitting this is the first step to recovery.
16. I can't sleep without a fan on. No matter how cold it is.
17. I found out I needed glasses one night when I was watching Superman with my parents. I was 4. 
18. Three day weekends make me happier than almost anything else.
19. I never read. Not because I don't like it,  just because I don't ever make time for it.
20. Thanks to Bonnie and the biggest blogging book club ever,  the above fact will hopefully be changing soon. 

Your turn! What Facts of You would you share if you could?



Hugs,

Hello There

I'm filling in for my mom today.

She had a bit too much fun this weekend

and doesn't feel like blogging.

Plus also, she says she's got one million report cards to do,

whatever that means.

Oh, I'm Roxy by the way.

The other dog.

I know my sister gets a lot of attention around these blog parts

but don't let that fool you.

I'm really the favorite child.

I'm definitely the most well-behaved that's for sure.

Except for that one time last week.

I got a little too excited in dad's man cave.

Don't worry, mom was there to put me to shame.

She thinks this means I won't do it again

but chances are I will.

Sometimes poor choices come over me

and I just can't help it.

I don't know where those came from?
But don't let them fool you,
it's a rough life sometimes being a dog.

I've noticed mom's been trying to do all sorts of outfit posts lately.

She's ridiculous. 

And sometimes I still can't believe I actually live with her full time.

You see, it used to just be me and dad.

I mean she was always around and I always loved her.

But I was my dad's number one girl. 

I got to sleep in the bed next to him every night.

And I got to play with him whenever I wanted.

Now, he's all about her sometimes.

He still has his "all about me" moments.

I guess that's what happens when you're fabulous.

And really I don't mind sharing him with her.

Because she does let me crawl in bed with them when there's room.

And she wakes up with me in the morning to go potty.

We usually lay on the couch together to eat breakfast.

And she rubs this spot behind my ear that is just heavenly. 

Yea that girls alright.

Now the little white dog, 

is a whooooole other story.

I'm still getting used to her crazy antics.

Sincerely,

a day late and a dollar short

Thanks to Twitter,
I've caught wind of some pretty fun link ups
happening in the land of blog lately.

I'm giving you a two-fer today because
I just couldn't decide which one to do.
And actually, one of these was technically supposed to happen yesterday
but I was feeling too Pintastic to do it then.



Speaking of being Pintastic
Thanks to the wonderful world of Pinterest,
I am not only able to teach my class,
decorate my house,
and cook food for my husband
(eh - I still don't really do that last one very good)
but I am also able to dress myself.

I saw this pin a few weeks ago
and literally jumped off the couch
to scour through my closet
and "create" some fun, new outfits.
And the best part is,
I've actually worn them.

Black Dress - Express//Cardigan - Belk//Necklace - Target

I'm the one on the right,

but really I think my only giveaway is the poor photo quality

and the awkward pose. 

The outfit seems on point, if I do say so myself.

Even though I'm late
you can jump on the fashionably late bandwagon and join in on the fun.
Or you can just check out all the other on time fashionable posts!

The Rules

-Follow Texas Lovebirds and Trusty Chucks.

-Everyone likes comments! Please visit at least one other blog and leave a comment. Find new blogs! Make new friends!

-Do not link to giveaways or your homepage, link to a specific post about your copycat style and how you made the look your own. Linkups that don't follow this rule will be deleted.

-Please link back to the post and let your readers know what's going on. You could grab a button if you'd like (hint, hint).

~

Moving on to topic number two:
the pit and peak of my week. 

Most of you (if you're addicted to trashy reality TV like me)
will recognize "pit & peak" from the Kardashians.
However, the truth is, my family has been playing this game for yearssss.
Except we called it "Good Day, Bad Day".
We'd go around the dinner table 
and share one thing that made our day good
and one thing that made our day bad. 

Sooooo long story short, 
when I found this linky
I knew I had to participate
(I'm on time for this one)
And you should to!

Pit:

Robbie's back at school and his schedule this semester is kind of suckish.

From what I can tell he's excited about his classes

but I know he's a little stressed too.

And I get lonely when he's at class. 

Peak:

(It's always hard for me to just pick one.)

I've been reallyyyyy productive this week,

which is good because there are only about 

one trillion thousand million things going on.

And I got to spend some quality time with a good friend

that I don't get to see nearly as much as I would like.

You're turn!

Head over to Brin or Allie's blog and link up.
All the Kardashians are doing it.


Hugs,

And Happy Friday!

Pinspiration

I've mentioned before that I have a really hard time following directions

(shh...don't tell my students)

and therefore I very rarely actually follow though with a true Pinterest project.

Usually, I see something on Pinterest,

think it looks cool,

and find a way to do it in my own way.

My most favorite pins

are those "quick solution pins".

You know the ones that "fix" a problem or annoyance

around the house that everyone has.

Yep. Those pins that leave you going

"Duh, why didn't I think of that?"

I don't have any of the original pins for these ideas

Because honestly, I probably didn't even repin them.

These are simple solutions I found 

while scrolling through Pinterest one night.

Up first:

we have shower organization.

When Robbie and I moved into our new house 

we were definitely downgrading in the master bathroom department. 

It's an older house and the master bathroom is just nothing to write home about.

With this being said,

I was really stressed out about storage.

Particularly in the shower. 

Because let's be real,

this girls gotta lot of shower supplies.

Sorry bout it.

Hello, easy, aesthetically pleasing solution.

Via Pinterest.

Typically, I hate those shower organizers.

They're always in the way

and they just don't look good.

However...putting it on a hook made it a little fancier looking

and it's hanging over the back wall of my shower

instead of underneath the shower head,

all up in my grill.

Numero dos:

bye-bye dust ruffle.

I HATE dust ruffles.

I see pictures of them that I don't mind.

Especially the ones with the pleats.

However, in real life

we do not get along.

It could be the fact that I don't have a "normal" sized bed frame.

See, that handyman husband of mine, made our bed.

It's a Queen, but the frame sits just a few inches wider than a standard Queen.

Meaning those god-awful lovely little dust ruffles,

just don't fit.

Resulting in this:

Ugh. Awful.

Cue Pinterest.

Fitted sheet on the box spring.

Duh. Why didn't I think of that?

I painted the bed frame black 

(and could probably use a touch up coat, eh?)

threw a black fitted sheet on that box spring

and kissed that weird fitting dust ruffle good-bye.

Easy solutions to tiny problems that bugged the bageezus out of me.

Thank you Pinterest.

For some real Pinterest craftiness,

head on over to Steph and Katie's blogs!

Hugs,

Things that Burn My Biscuit

{1}

Litter.

Particularly the dirty diaper

thrown in the parking lot of Target.

Gross.

{2}

People on Twitter who

a. complain about their boyfriend all. the. time.

or b. are reading a book and decide to quote every other line.

Um, I'm not reading the book for a reason.

I don't need to see the whole synopsis in my newsfeed.

{3}

White shorts in January.

I get it. I live in Eastern North Carolina.

And this weekend we were blessed

with mid-70 degree, short-wearing weather.

However, just because it is hot enough to pull out all our summer clothes,

try to show some dignity.

Save the white shorts and spaghetti straps for at least March.

{4}
95% of the people featured on home improvement shows.
As of late, Robbie and I have become completely obsessed
with DIY Network and HGTV.
(I know, we're like 80.)
And I love watching shows like Property Virgins, Property Brothers, etc.
but I HATE when people go on those shows trying to buy a new house
and complain about the paint color on the wall.
Or the light fixture in the kitchen.
Or even the furniture in the house.
Hello?!?!
All of that can be changed, relatively easily.
I know not everyone wants a fixer-upper,
but if you're trying to buy a house
and expecting to walk into one
that already has everything just the way you want it,
you're an idiot.
End of story.

{5}
The fact that Fiesta Ranch Dip and Twizzlers are not gluten-free.
They're the only thing I miss.
That and sandwiches.

{6}
UNC fans.
I know that's cliche coming from a State girl,
But, basketball just brings out the worst in them.
I can't really handle it.




And because I hate to end a post on a sour note
I'll leave you with this.

Happy Hump Day!


Hugs,

Is this real life?

True story:

I had a completely different post 

scheduled and ready to go for today.

But after watching The Bachelor last night

I had to completely shift gears.

First things first....

I hate The Bachelor. 

I may or may not have enjoyed it back in the day,

but 25 seasons is just enough already.

And I swore up and down

I would never ever be that blogger

who does the usual "Bachelor Recap" post.

But, here we are.

Trust me, no one's more ashamed than myself.

Just like when I watch Honey Boo Boo

(which I never do)

I can't watch The Bachelor without constantly making this face.

Which can't be good for the wrinkles.

ABC, I'll send you my Botox bill. 

I'm convinced people only tune into The Bachelor for two reasons:

1. Nothing else is on Monday nights.

(Except for The Biggest Loser,

but I like to sit on my couch and eat my gluten-free cookies in piece.

Sorry Jillian Michaels.)

2. The shit show that is bound to ensue is just too enticing. 

I mean where do these girls come from?

Better yet, where do these bachelors come from.

Sean, you're awkward.

And not all that attractive.

Eyebrows are in this season, bud. 

Just sayin.

But back to the girls.

Girls, girls, girls.

Didn't your mamas teach you anything.

Like how to tame your hair.

It's called a brush.

Speaking of crazy hair Katie,

she went home last night by choice

because it was just too hard.

It kills me

when girls get so upset about 

"having to share Sean with 13 other girls".

Um....hello?

Did you not see the 24 previous seasons.

You get what you sign up for.

Tierra clearly knows what she signed up for.

Sean. And she is ready to take. girls. out.

(finger snap and head bob required when reading those last three words.)

She's not here "to meet friends, she's here to meet Sean"

and those evil eyes are putting her well on her way to that goal.

I do like one-armed chick.

I wish we could stop focusing on the fact that she only has one-arm though

and something a little more important.

Like her name.

It's Sarah by the way.

And the fact that she jumped off a roof on her first date with Sean.

Which leads me to believe 

she's possibly missing half of her brain as well.

I also like Lesley.

She seems down to Earth 

and like she'd be able to hold her own.

She doesn't come across as a bitch,

but I could definitely see her getting into it with someone if she had to.

And she went right in for that first kiss.

Much to evil eye Tierra's dismay.

Desiree's cute too.

And her's was the one date I didn't feel 

100% awkward watching.

However, according to upcoming previews,

things are about to go cah-razy with this one.

I. Can't. Wait.

But I can wait.

Because I hate The Bachelor. 

(Denial is not just a river in Egypt folks.)

Until then, take a cue from Miss Smiley herself

When all else fails, smile way too big 

and touch your hair way too much.

Hugs,

P.S. All of these opinions are my own. And I promise not to judge you too much if you actually do enjoying watching "true love" unfold on The Bachelor. 

Apparently it's Award Season

According to...well, everyone

Award season is among us. 

And yes it's a whole season,

just like winter, spring, summer, fall, and football. 

Except really, no one likes award season.

Especially the actual "awards" part.

It's fun for a little while,

but then you realize all the movies that are winning

are movies you've never even seen before,

if it's not an HBO show

it doesn't stand a chance,

and what the heck are all those "short films" and "mini-series" 

they talk about?

Unless it's one of those adorbs 

Pixar short films, I'm not interested.

Also, who exactly is choosing these winners?

Who the heck is "The Academy"?

However, thanks to E! we've all been given a reason 

to celebrate award season

and therefore, we're all tricked into thinking we enjoy it
(while also wishing we had Giuliana Rancic's job.)

What used to be a two-hour award show

has now been stretched into 

an hour live countdown,

a two-hour live from the red carpet event,

and an hour after party recap

in which we can find out who had a little bit too much champagne.

(However, none of that high dollar bubbly is coming at me through the TV

therefore, I'm not interested.)

Oh, and don't forget about the Fashion Police report that will come out

Special {insert awards show name here} Edition.

Now, don't get me wrong.

I do enjoy a good fashion recap. 

Particularly the heinous ones. 

And Joan Rivers is all kinds of hilarious.

I will also have my rear parked in front of each and every award show

over the next few months

because, let's face it, if E! says it's good

I believe them.

(Hence my Kardashian obsession.)

I'll also probably end up renting all the movies that win

since they aren't the movies I actually paid money to see in the first place

and I'll probably dislike them all 

(hello Hurt Locker)

but eh, 

it is what it is.

And folks, it's award season.

Hugs,

Dear Friday (plus some bloopers)

Dear YOU fashionistas, you - 

Thank you thank you to everyone who participated in yesterday's Fashion Favorites Link-Up.

You girls did not disappoint, that's for sure.

(P.S. If you haven't already linked up, 

it's not too late!)

Dear Friday - 

I liked you a lot better last week 

when you came after a short three day week

instead of this five day work week biznazz. 

Ain't nobody got time for that.

Dear Master Bathroom Shower - 

Your water pressure sucks 

and you run out of hot water too fast.

I'm not sure why, but if you don't get your act together soon

I'm going to move into the guest bathroom permanently.

Dear Self - 

I know you don't like to toot your own horn but

toot freaking toot.

Way to stick to your gluten-free(ish) diet!

Here's to kissing that Humira shot good-bye.

Dear blog - 

Thanks for being such a fun hobby

and a great outlet.

I'm much happier hanging out with you

and watching Friends than I would be doing schoolwork.

And....because I love you so much.

I thought I would leave you with some pretty hilarious photo bloopers

from my first ever "fashion photo shoot".

Hugs,