Monthly Archives: May 2013

Hop on over to Life As Mom to see my post about choosing a summer dress that’s perfect for your exact body type!

(Shirt & Necklace: Clothing Exchange  Skirt: Goodwill  Shoes: HandMeDown)

When I got married, I knew my husband was an old man. He’s only three months older than me, but he’s an old fart at heart. Although he looks younger than he is, he listens to NPR, watches PBS shows (the Frugal Gourmet is on constant repeat at our house) and naps on the couch like a regular ole octogenarian. He constantly complains about body aches and critiques the way TV shows are written like it’s a sport. I guess I’m lucky that I won’t be surprised with a change in his behavior in fifty years. At least he doesn’t LOOK like an eighty-year-old, although I wouldn’t mind getting a senior citizen discount this early in the game.

(Shirt: Plato’s Closet  Skirt: Styles For Less  Shoes: HandMeDown)

Have you ever listened to the Joy the Baker Podcast? Joy and Tracy are absolutely hilarious and as they always discuss “totally important unimportant things”. In an episode awhile back, they discussed “siren songs”. These would be things that you know you shouldn’t do, but for some strange reason feel utterly compelled to do. One person stated she’d like to “run her fingers through a stranger’s beard”. Ew! I’ve been thinking of what my “siren songs” are and here’s what I came up with:

-ram my car into the person in front of me

-make a yelling sound in a quiet room

-go around talking in a different accent

-correct grown-ups (who should know better) who use incorrect grammar

-stick my hand down the garbage disposal (Aaaaccckkk!!! I’m totally afraid of being near it!)

-do cartwheels in a public place

-pull stray hairs off random strangers backs

Have you ever thought about this? What would be your “siren song”?

(Sweater: Goodwill  Necklace: HandMeDown  Pants: Plato’s Closet (Mossimo)  Shoes: Plato’s Closet (Marc Jacobs))

You know how people say “I couldn’t do (insert random act) if someone held a gun to my head”? Well, I really hope no one ever holds me a gun point and demands I keep a plant alive because I’ll be dead, dead, dead. I wish more than anything that I could grow stuff, but as much as I water/love/sing to my plants, they all end up dead in less than a month. I am a sucker when it comes to the herbs they sell outside of the grocery store, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t keep them alive to save my life (see the connection there? Ha!). Me and my cursed black thumb. Waaaaahhhhhhhh.