Thursday, January 31, 2013

Sup. Cali. Brb. K.

So since I started seeing Ben there's been two plane tickets bought and three trips planned, two which have already happened. Much travel. 

Anyways, this is my SF/Napa update. We went, we saw lots of things (including the Painted Ladies- Holla back Full House fans, maybe you were in the MKA Fan Club like myself, Mary Kate and Ashley Fans unite), ate Clam Chowder on the Pier, oh drank lots of wine, strolled through Muir Woods, and drove Highway One for a while. Yanno, I just got to spend a great weekend, with beautiful views, with a dude I kinda think is okay. 

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Achy and somehow at work.

Sweater: LOFT// Skirt: Old Navy// Tights: AE// Wedges: Fergie

Rainy weather, feeling like I was run over, braided hair. I probably should have ironed my skirt.
Another one of those "this is exactly what I am wearing right now" posts; WEDNESDAY. Why do we spell is like that anyways? Wed-Nes-Day? I hate the way it's spelled, but I've adapted to it. I feel the need to say it like it's written, but that would be wrong. Right? What if I walked around saying Happy Wed Nes Day? Yuck... but really, it makes more sense.

Monday, January 28, 2013

Friday, Flu, Fuuuu....

Sweater: Anthropologie// Coat: AE// Scarf: F21// Skirt: O'Neil// Tights: AE// Boots: eBay (G. Bini)// Bag: IZOD

Yes, I spend Friday nights in Zombie makeup

Ok, so it was Zombie night at the local Hockey Game. We won, I got to pose as the undead (Jess was a total party pooper and didn't get faced), and drink beer... good Friday!

Now I'm headed to the University clinic, because I think I'm getting sick... and there's a large possibility it could be the flu. I might regret not getting the flu shot all these years after today. We will see.

Friday, January 25, 2013

Good morning, Weather Alert.

So this is my ode to Administrative Leave~ because without you these extra two hours would not be. I like to think of this as the real free lunch. Not gonna lie, I totally work up late and though I was late I had no desire to get ready, check my work email (because finding my remote would take longer than I'm willing to admit), and 10am is the start time and on top of all that: it's Friday.

I always hear people complain about "working for the man" and how they never want to, but not gonna lie I tend to fall in the "where's the man? I need to be employed under him." I like benefits, vacation days, and days like today, when it's just too cold for them to open the doors at 8:15 am.

I love you, Man.

Here's a little music...

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Two things:

Most days a man walking in with a vase full of beautiful flowers doesn't mean much to me.

I plan to update on the San Francisco trip soon. I mean, it was amazing... 

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

So soon

Packed for a loooong weekend in San Francisco and Napa Valley. 
I think this might, honestly, be the best I've ever packed. I'm pretty pleased with myself. 

West Coast, I'm coming for your wine and In-N-Out! Oh, and the seals. 

Now we leave the rest up to Delta.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

I have no idea what I am doing!

Blouse: H&M// Skirt: LOFT// Tights: AE// Wedges: DSW

It's 34 degrees, raining, and windy. Cold, whatev, rain, cool, wind? NO.
Another thing, when it's like this outside I usually just don't take pictures (or they're mirror shots, lame), but today I used the living room and it wasn't bad. 

Anyways, there's all of zero things to talk about today so I'm just going spend the day turning my space heater on and off at my desk.

Monday, January 14, 2013

Dress: Gap// Cardigan: Aerie// Wedges: DSW

Remember those 35 posts where I complained about never finding another paid of perfect, black wedges? Well, color me wrong. Fergie apparently has a shoe line and well, I bought a pair. Totally diggin' Fergie-fergs style o'shoe. She always got me, I mean "My Humps" is a classic, "London Bridge" is totally one of my favorite songs in hip-hop class... oh, yeah, one of my Zumba classes might be hip-hop themed. Anyways, Fergieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Sunday, January 13, 2013


I remember being young and never fighting with my boyfriend(s). The relationship seemed great, we never got mad at each other and everything was great. Right? After each break up I'd wonder why? Why, because everything seemed fine. Everything was fine, right? I mean we didn't fight. Oh, well, there was that time I was really mad at him for not remembering my birthday, then there was that time I cried because he told me he didn't know if he wanted to get married? All these things I thought I had handled in my mind, I come to realize I wasn't handling them at all, that was the problem. Nothing was being handled, there was no fighting, no disagreements, no... passion.

Don't get me wrong, fighting can be terrible and it's even worse when you feel like a fight might be the end of it.  I've experienced it, the kind of fighting that will make you so angry you can't look at that person, you can't understand how you can both stand being in the same room, how after the fight you manage to suck it up and watch a movie together, you end up cuddling... out of pure habit.

My habit-filled relationship was a mask, I know what it feels like to cover feelings with more feelings and soon the cracks in your current relationship start filling with your old pain. The "I love you's" are not as sweet, the kisses are just kisses. I remember that feeling, the one where you know after this much time I should be more passionate about this person, get excited about meeting his family, want to travel with this person, and meet their friends... all I wanted to do was be around anyone else, leave the real stuff at the door, and not answer my phone. Then your habit kicks in, you know you should be doing this stuff and you start to look back on how it was before, because at some point this person gave you a feeling that made you want to be with them. As you look back you remember and that memory gives you those feelings and you hold onto that. The habit of being in that persons embrace when it was oh-so-good (because what's better, right?!), that embrace hasn't been like that in months... years... but, you are a creature of habit, it's the norm, that embrace once fulfilled you and who's to say it won't again? So you try, because you owe it to yourself to try.

I think, more often than not, the reason we try is because we know letting go is going to be hard and there's never a moment we want to except "hard." I did. I remember thinking... it's too hard to start over, it's too hard to just let something go that I've worked so hard at.

Then there's the moment you wake up and realize it's not going to be hard, it's going to give you the space you need to figure shit out, because your shit is obviously not figured out right now.

Then you do and you know the next one you will have a little more to go on, a little more knowledge, a little more foundation, a little more you to put into it. You'll have more heart to give, you'll know how passion feels, and how habit shouldn't be the reason you love someone.

Some people say they leave relationships with less than they went in with, they feel like they lose a part of themselves. I've always felt fortunate to not feel so broken that I couldn't love again; if anything I leave with a little more love to give and a stitch more passion.

Friday, January 11, 2013

Friday, Friday, gotta shirt-tail on Friday.

Cardigan: Aerie// Shirt: Target// Pants: H&M// Shoes: Old Navy

Today is one of those rare days if you read my blog and then see me in person, I'm actually wearing this outfit. Most the time I post outfits I've worn earlier in the week, or gasp... month. Another thing, That shirt is navy, those pants are black, and the shoes? Olive. Yap. 

How's the weather? It's been raining for 3 days.

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

meow, again.

I am doing my best to update this blog, but first of the semester is defeating me. Here's an outfit from Thanksgiving! Family time, then Hockey times with the girls.
Dress is Anthro.

In the last 24 hours I've:

Watched Alabama dominate N. Dame.
Drank some beers, ate some Butter Cake (UM, SO GOOD).
Decided I don't like Zumba as much as I thought.
Washed my hair.
Still not unpacked from Orlando.
Bought a plane ticket to Denver, CO.
Exchanged some exceptionally mushy text messages.
Threatened to never come back to work.

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Merry Holidays from Milly.

Dress: (4? yr)Old Target collection// Boots: Frye// Milly is wearing a sweater from PetSmart

I haven't had much time to post lately, but this year was Milly first Christmas! She slept a lot and wore a sweater. Oh, did I mention she ran away?! Yeah, what an adventure... right? ugh. I let Milly in the backyard for about an hour in the mornings to run around and play, what do I find when I go to retrieve her before I leave for extended family Christmas? She's gone. I run around the neighborhood in heels and full makeup for almost an hour before this sweet girl tells me she found a small Yorkie. BOOM MY DOG. Le sigh... I had to get mad for a second then I was just happy she wasn't gone. That was definitely scary to think about her being out on her own, she's so small and dumb (in most cases) and I know she'd try an make friends with a wolf or something. 

Friday, January 4, 2013

BUSY. But, alive.

Spent New Years in Orlando. 
Rode my first roller coaster! 
Experienced La Nouba! 
Drank around the world at Epcot.
Decided I wanted to kiss and hold hands with someone.