One year down.

Showing off our marital bling.

One year ago today, we said I do.

And I still do.

I love you more each day and love the life we have created together. 

It's nice to have a BIP ;)

Happy Anniversary, Babe.

xo times a million.

Shellac me.

I know, I know.  Close up hand pictures are gross.  And seriously?  When did my middle finger's middle knuckle get so damn big?  And wow, my index finger is totally curved.  The cut on my pinky?  Spaghetti squash carving incident.

Moving on.

I got a manicure the other day.  This is not a routine thing for me.  My friends will tell you that there isn't much more that I hate in the world than wasting money on a manicure only to have it chip in mere days.

This one is different though.  ::crosses fingers and prays to the nail gods::

It's called a Shellac manicure.  Apparently it's like a gel polish.  Or something.  And you stick your hands in a UV light emitting thing in between coats.  Supposedly it lasts up to 2 weeks. 

Check back with me upon my return from Napa and we'll see what state my nails are in.  K?  Thx.

The love-affair may recommence.

That's probably not even a word.  Whatev. 

So this morning I got out of bed, peed and walked my naked-ass to the scale.  Yes, this is my morning ritual.  Don't judge.

And holy shit, the scale made my day!  131.2 people!  I've officially passed my original goal of 132 and am well on my way to getting under 130.  Too bad we'll be in Napa for the next 7 days gorging ourselves with wine, cheese and the like*. 

Anyway, after seeing that glorious number on the scale, I decided to try on a pair of jeans that I haven't worn in, oh, about 4 years.  All girls do that, right? 

Look at that beautiful "h" on the rear. 

I first heard about Citizens of Humanity jeans on Oprah (love her and seriously might cry when her show ends) during a show about denim makeovers.

On the show was a woman who had been searching for jeans for years.  She had flat-ass syndrome and ridiculously long legs and had never been able to find jeans to accomodate her, um, problem.  Sound familiar?  The next chance I got, I rushed to the store to try these puppies on.  It was love at first zip.  Thus began my love affair with COH jeans.  I own roughly a dozen pairs.  Overkill?  Probably.

When my waistline started expanding, however, I put them to rest.  Going up a size didn't do it for me... they just looked baggy.  Now that I am almost back to skinny-mini size, I'm bringing 'em back. 

This picture didn't come out as planned.  I was attemping to show just how nice my trusty COHs make my ass look.  But I cut off my legs.  Such is life. 

So.  Suffering from flat-ass syndrome?  Buy the Citizens.  Flat-ass be gone. 

True story.

 

*Have I mentioned how I excited I am to be back in a state that has a Jack in the Box??  There's a strong possibility that we'll be making a stop (or four) for some delicious deep-fried tacos.  And holy shit, our hotel has afternoon tea!  As in, fourth meal.  In the middle of the day!  See ya next week, diet. 

I have upgraded.

This post should really be titled "NEW CAR NEW CAR NEW CAR NEW CAR NEW CAR!!!!!!!!!"

'Cause I'm feeling a little happy.

Ok.  Deliriously happy is more like it.

But a little sad at the same time.

Like previously mentioned, I get attached to things.  My car is one of them.   

Here I am, looking like a tool, showing off my beloved, elderly Jeep, in my not so pretty garage. 

This Jeep took me through my twenties.  Literally.  I bought it at age 20, sold it at age 30.  This car and I have seen a lot together.  It made the trip between Cape Girardeau and St. Louis (during my college years) too many times to count, gave me a warm, comfortable place to nap when I found myself at work a whole 8 minutes early, nursed itself back to health after being involved in not one, but three accidents, none of which were my fault, held me together during my excruciating 30+ mile bumper to bumper commutes to various communities during my McBride days, and most importantly, made the 1,000 mile journey with ease, moving me, my dogs and my life from St. Louis to Albany. 

As much as I bitched and moaned about how shitty my car was, I loved it.  We have memories, people!  Is that ridiculous?

Anyway.

Remember this post? 

I finally got my wish. 

This lovely now belongs to me.  So pretty I can't stand it.

  

And one more time, for comparison's sake...

DINGY AND OLD

SHINY AND NEW



My husband spoils me.  Although I really think he was just sick of me stealing his car all the time ;)

Whatever works, people, whatever works. 

*And Jeep Peeps, you really should be thanking us for our devotion... we're on #5.  We may have a problem.