Ooooh it's vintage. I simply must have it.

I get that vintage is the new ''in'' right now but sometimes I just want to BARF all over the place when I read all these blogs about "ooooh look at this 800 year old hat" or "I MUST have this ugly old lamp!" some vintage things are cool and totally worth bringing back into circulation but seriously? Bleh!

Guess what? Sometimes VINTAGE is just another word for "used to be in style once forever ago."

Right now, I'm in the mood for some Lady GaGa, sitting on my plain tan couch watching Seinfeld, drinking diet coke out of my pink tupperware cup I got at Walmart.

Just sayin...

If the glove fits....

So...I do something weird. Something that I never realized was weird until I got married. I wear rubber gloves when I do the dishes. Here I was on our first week of blissful union trying to be suzie-homeaker doing the dishes (by HAND might I add. We only have one little dishwasher and that dishwasher is Muah. Yours Truly. ME.) And my lovely husband walks in and starts laughing his head off picking up one of them in between his thumb and pointer finger as if they are a used tissue or something and asks "what are these?!" He had never seen someone do this. 

Since he loves to tease me on a daily basis I chose to ignore it and go on as if it is normal. I finally accepted that it was a little strange when one of our good friends went to get a glass of water in our kitchen and came out holding it THE SAME WAY asking "do you actually wear these?!" I wailed back "Yessss IIIII ddoooooo" and then felt like Julia Roberts in Runaway Bride...fists clenched and everything.

I learned it from my mom. When I asked her why she wears them she said "Because I think hot water makes your hands look old." I thought it was because the old food grossed her out. That's why I wear them. But young looking hands is always a plus as well! Thank you mom for starting a tradition that I will probably hand down to my own daughters someday. (Cause, lets be honest. Who wants old looking hands?)

This Bug is Blogging me.

I mean, this BLOG is BUGGING me. I can't decide what I want this blog to be. So frustrated.

MMMM.

Had a shoe-gasm last weekend. Best $30 ever spent!

Creepster?

Is it creepy that I got all happy/giddy that my boss came and patted me on the shoulder today? (don't get the wrong idea, it wasn't that kind of giddy, more like he's someone I really admire and REALLY wish would write me a random check for $500,000 cause he probably could, but took the time in his busy day to pay a low-life like me attention)


WHICH BRINGS ME TO MY NEXT POINT...ahem.


I am officially an employee at Miche Bag! Whahoo! I did contract work for them for Dec and Jan and have now officially been hired. "couldn't be happier..." wicked. What? Nevermind.

I freaking love husbands.

So the other day I was trying to rouse said husband up in the morning and get him moving. Rushing him = bad idea. He HATES getting up in the morning and was grumpy and groggy. Bad combination.


Tangent: A few weeks ago I broke down and bought very expensive MAC makeup because I was feeling ugly and greedy. Eighty bucks worth to be exact. which did not go over well at home.


Back to story. Groggy, grumpy husband decides to go to the restroom right when he wakes up and groggily BUMPS MY MAKE UP drawer WHILE FLUSHING THE TOILET. 


End of story: Makeup flies out of drawer and right into the toilet as it was being flushed and gets flushed right down.


No he didn't reach his hand down to toilet to see if it was gone for good. I DID. and yes, it was history. 


Awesome. looks like i need another trip to the mall...  




yes that really happened to me

So cute.

Know what I hate? Going to the bathroom at work. Cause here you are going about your day looking down at your knees/shoes/outfit thinking, yeah, I look pretty cute today. This is a good outfit. When suddenly you walk in the bathroom and BAM! you see your hair/face/makeup and realize...NOPE. I am NOT cute today. Darn.


(This has happened to me on one too many occasions.)