Monthly Archives: August 2013

(Necklace: Cookie Lee  Jacket: HandMeDown  Dress: Goodwill  Shoes: Old Navy)

I have a crazy good memory, especially when it comes to people. Unfortunately I also have one of those faces that people just don’t seem to remember. So the situation that happens all the time is I approach person I met say five years ago and remember precise details about our conversation and they look at me like “Who the heck are you, stalker?!” Example: I run into girl I went to high school with and say, “Oh, hi Laurie! Remember me? Rena? We were in 9th grade English together in Mr. Taylor’s class and you sat in the front and you always wore that red sweatshirt?” Laurie looks at me with giant eyes and says, “You say your name is Rena?” Oy. I really need to remember to reign in my crazy.

(Sweater: Old Navy  Skirt: Styles 4 Less  Shoes: Plato’s Closet)

The answer to the above riddle is ME. I have the worst habit of looking down at my arms and legs and finding the biggest, fattest bruises or I realize that I have a cut and am bleeding. The worst part is that I usually have no idea where said bruise or cut came from. I am crazy klutzy and run into things all the time (like “Who the heck put that wall there??! Rude!). Also, now that I have two rambunctious boys, they have a tendency to run full speed into me and cause my bodily injuries. I should start making up crazy stories for my bruises to make myself more interesting, like “I saw an old lady getting mobbed and jumped in to help get her purse back and successfully scared away her attacker.” Totally believable, right? Ha! Didn’t think so either.

(Earrings: Target  Dress: Old Navy  Belt & Shoes: Clothing Exchange)

I am a fairly good singer. I have great pitch, good rhythm and can carry a tune. But I can not for the life of me sing “happy birthday”. What the heck is wrong with that song? No one ever starts it at the correct key and it’s either sung way to high for me or way to low. I live in fear that someone will make me lead it for a birthday celebration, only to have the situation end with jaws open and wide eyes staring at my awkwardness. Also a good reason for me to never work as a waitress in a cheesy restaurant where birthday singing is a job requirement.