Come on knock on our door…

Everyday I slip closer and closer to becoming Mrs. Roper.
Do you know who that is? Three’s Company. Jack, Chrissy, and the other one..Mindy? I dunno. Anyway, I have to be careful.
I looked in the mirror this morning and thought, “uh oh. Getting close to the edge.”
If I start wearing a tropical mumu please slap me.
Here’s a comparison.
I’ll be looking for yellow beads.
(Notice the beams of light hitting my big, fat beads. I think that’s Audra Lindley who played Mrs. Roper giving me her blessing from heaven)

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The Road to Hell?

So tomorrow, at 6:30am, my little girl starts high school.  Yes. I know. High School.

But….but…she was just born yesterday. How did this happen? Make it stop.

At the beginning of the summer, she started talking about getting her cartilage pierced. Then she talked about it for 90 days and 2,160 minutes non-stop.

Last week, mission accomplished. Finally.

What I forgot to tell her was to ease our family into it.  Most of her aunts, cousins, etc. love it. But some folks, aka MY MOTHER, were mortified. Why? Why? She asked. She didn’t say it – but I knew what she was thinking. This is an open door, this is the start of delinquency, what’s next – Crack? No. No. And No.

Between you, me and the world – I had no issues with it.  Dating, Facebook, the World Wide Web? I have issues with. A second earring? Not so much.  My two cents on this –  as long as she’s a good human being in the world and isn’t hurting herself or anyone else (and not a crack addict) – go for it.

Her Dad was a little more reluctant and unsure, but he knows she’s a good kid and went for it (ok, he didn’t go for it but he didn’t block the door).  We’ll take it.

Hipstamatic Hysteria

First of all – hello.  Did you miss me yesterday?  I missed you.   Saturday posts are tough in the summer – lots of running around and enjoying the good weather type of stuff.  Don’t worry – it’ll be over soon enough.

I was going to write this post yesterday, and tell you all about the Hipstamatic app.  Do you know about it? Are you loving it? And more importantly, how come no one told me about it?

A fun side benefit – now you can sing Grease Lighting and insert the word Hipstamatic every time Danny Zucko says the word automatic.  Seriously, I’m singing it in my head right now. Lots of fun.

Where were we…. It’s the coolest app of all apps.  Really.  Go get it.  Instagram who? You’ll never look back. It’s worth the $1.99 price tag (and then I may have added a few upgrades to drive that price to $3.00).

Anyway – we had some good friends over to visit this weekend and had loads of fun – this morning we took them to our favorite antique/flea market.  Here’s our outing in hipsta photos…

 

This is my pal and her hubby.  Aren’t they extra cute? Love them.  The other shot is of her and my little guy.  She met him 2 seconds after he was born.  Let’s just say she thought she was coming up for a relaxing weekend in the country and instead she was part of 3 ring circus that involved:  semi-graphic post birth horror show (I’ll save the details for another time), Indian relatives streaming in and out of said horror show, and me, all drugged up and completely oblivious to how close I was to death.  Good times.

 

They had some cool stuff at the market – but I think it looks even cooler with these funky filters.  I feel very cutting edge and mod.

 

 

I didn’t buy anything cutting edge and mod – I bought what I always buy.  A pair of big earrings.  I also bought this little leprechaun statue thingi for a friend because I immediately thought of her and her man when I saw it.  When I got home and looked at it more closely I realized it was a drunken little man leaning up against a post which is slightly offensive – and makes me even more excited to give it to her! Is that bad?

 

Here’s two more random, non related shots.  Please consider yourself lucky – there are 1,000 more pictures I won’t be posting!

Look! The Hipstamatic makes my girl look even cooler and prettier – didn’t know that was possible.  And look! It makes a random sky shot seem moody and Twin Peaksesque.  Ok – I’ll stop. For today.

 

More is More

So I’m still in the midst of going through my stuff to figure out what to put out at the yard sale. Yes, I’m still talking about the yard sale. It’s like stressing me out man. Gird your loins – tomorrow’s post may be about yard sales too!

So as I’m searching for stuff (oh the irony…shouldn’t I be tripping over stuff to get rid of, isn’t that why one signs-up for a yard sale? ok, maybe it’s not irony, maybe it’s just stupidity), I find some of my old silver bracelets. They remind me of a funny store. Funny for me to tell and you to hear. Not so funny for my husband who thought it was a gift and now it’s a funny story. We must all sacrifice to the blog gods.

When we were first dating, way back when, his gift giving was,in a word, sucky. Full disclosure on my part – so was mine. Except mine was sucky because I had no money, ever. My parents had dropped me off at college with $5 and a smile. This guy always had a job and so he always had cash (that and his good looks were hard to ignore). The first gift giving we did was at Christmas. I gave him…nothing. He gave me a beautiful pair of Onyx and silver earrings. I was floored. They were amazing. They were also the last good gift I’d get for years.

I hear him out there in the universe objecting, fist in air, outraged. Need I remind him of the beautiful bracelet shaped box I got for my birthday with a PEN inside. A pen. Who knew a 23-year-old could retire from no job. Or the pair of shoes I got in the wrong size? Note to all you single men out there – unless you’re prince charming, don’t get your gal shoes.

Then came my favorite attempt of all time. I call it – The Great Silver Dump of 1995. He asked what I’d like for Christmas. I said I’d love any kind of silver jewelry. I was hoping he’d pick out a ring, a bracelet, a necklace that he thought was perfect for me. Something that would remind me of him every time I wore it.

What I got was 4 silver bracelets, 2 rings, 3 pairs of earrings and 1 necklace. 10 boxes of silver jewelry. It was like he robbed a store. I just kept opening box after box after box. It was hysterical. I wore every single piece for years (and years) (and years), until I lost them or broke them or displaced them.

Here’s 3 of the bracelets from my bounty that survived. They will not be at the yard sale.

and because I know you’re nosey like me – here’s the jewelry box I found them in. It was a gift to my mother from my grandmother. It was either given to me by my mother, or I saw it at my mom’s and decided to take it. One of those things happened. Who can remember details.

You know what they say about big earrings….

We are having a neighborhood yard sale on Saturday, and like a glutton for punishment I’ve signed up again (technically I forgot to sign-up but my responsible neighbor who knew I wanted to participate did it for me – soon there will be a blog titled,”people who carry me through life.”).

What I forget every year is that I live with the ultimate thrower-outer.  We have no extra stuff.  I’ve told you all – we hardly have stuff.

So I decided to go through my jewelry and maybe get rid of some of the outdated pieces.  As I’m sitting on my bed, digging through, reminiscing about where/how/with whom I wore each thing, my girl bounces in the room and says,” you know what you should write a blog about? How you love really big earrings.”

What? I wear really big earrings? No. Stop it. I wear normal earrings. They aren’t what you would call dainty or demure – but really big? Was that a complement? Was she trying to tell me something? Should I be worried? Nah. My earrings are all regular sized.  Nothing to see here folks. Move along.

Except for these….

And these are a tad big, I admit it.

And maybe these are slightly on the larger end….statement pieces is how I like to think of them.

I knew these were big but I bought them for special occasions. Like going to the grocery store.

Ok those are not bracelets – those things are massive. Taylor Dayne big (anyone? anyone?).  Point taken.  I wear really big earrings.

San Antonio, TX and me – the love story

At the beginning of this year, I had to head to Texas for work.  I’ve been to Dallas and Houston many many times – but never to San Antonio.   On a side note, I still dream of spending some time in Austin (I imagine a city full of food trucks!).

I was invited to spend a night at a ranch about 60 miles south of the city.  I spent less than 14 hours there – and I loved it.  I loved the people with their  laid back, easy -to- laugh attitudes.  I even loved the heat – none of that evil East Coast humidity to be found.

Did I tell you they handed me a cold beer in the car  when I got to the ranch!?

I’m sure it’s legal in TX.

Maybe it was because when I told them I’m a vegetarian and wouldn’t be having the T-bone steak – they didn’t bat an eyelash – and they didn’t give me a plate of vegetables.  The avocado and black bean tacos were amazing.

I don’t know what I expected – but it was beautiful, friendly and full of big-hearted people.  A few more hours and I would have bought some cowboy boots , worn copious amounts of turquoise jewelry and started saying  ” y’all”.

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