Thursday, August 28, 2008

It's a Curse!

For those of you who commented a few weeks back about my non-existent (in your words, not mine) belly pouch.. you better look again, closely.

I wasn't going to mention this, but yesterday, I was walking through fourth grade when the chicken nugget balls boy (you may remember this from last year) yelled out to me, "Miss A! You're pregnant too?!?!"

Nope, just fat. But thanks for noticing (that was my actual response).

Anyways, I shrugged it off and attributed it to childhood error.

Until today- when I was checking out at Walmart.

The cashier seriously asked me, "how far along are you?"

I blinked and probably looked super shocked (it took me a good 10 seconds to register what she was asking) and in the meantime she started to make awkward noises like umm, oh, oops.

I finally told her two months.

NO, I'm not really- but it saved us both the embarrassment. I ran out of the store, cried in my car for a bit and I've been in a bitchy mood ever since.

I have several problems with this:
1. I am a f*cking size six. How pregnant can I possibly look?

2. Yes, I was wearing a pregnancy looking dress on Wednesday (empire waist), but today I was wearing a normal fitted dress. It's not the dress.

3. Yes, I gain weight in my stomach first. It's time to go all anorexic. For real this time (don't get pissed, I couldn't be anorexic for a million dollars-- but I'm gonna try to get halfway between where I am now and anorexic).

4. WTF kind of social skills do people in this world have? I can let the kid's comment slide, but a grown adult asking me these types of questions?

No wonder why you work at Walmart.




Seriously, this kind of shit only happens to me.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Oxymoron

I know, I know, I complain all the time about all of the drama and nonsense and tantruming kids at work--but work is seriously boring when there isn't anything going on.

In the summer, there wasn't anything going on, but I could come and go as I please (pick something up here, drop something off there, check-in at three places in one day). Now, I'm chained (yes, seriously-the principal is hardcore) to the school for eight hours a day.

I turned swapping yearly planners into an hour long affair today in order to pass some time. Why can't the evenings ever go by as slow as the hours between 8-4?

In other news, I'm afraid I'm getting sick. Boyfriend has been sniffling and under the weather for about a week now. I woke up today feeling bitchy, with a sore throat. I've loaded up on Ziacam, Zinc, and Multivitamins and I'm crossing my fingers that this is a one day sort of thing.

I hate getting sick.. but getting sick in August and on the second day of school? Absolutely pathetic.

Monday, August 25, 2008

Also Passing it on...



A.D. from The Cat's Pajamas nominated me for this lovely blogging award. This certainly made my Monday- so thank-you very much A.D.

The Cat's Pajamas was one of the first blogs that I added to my blogroll back in November, and she was one of my first "fans." I still check in with her everyday (or at least every time she posts).

Here are the rules that come with the award
1.) when you received a diamond, make a post about it on your blog
2.) name the blogger from whom you got it
3.) award the diamonds to seven other bloggers
4.) link them
5.) and tell them, that they got one!

Here are the seven that I chose:
1). My Journey to a Better Me! -- She's a girl after my own heart! She's blonde, fabulous, and was once a sociologist that also studied psychology (I'm a psychologist that studied sociology). Check her out, she's very motivating.

2). Pulling A Miranda Miss, or shall I say Mrs. Amanda's is one of my best in real life friends, who happens to live in New York City. When she gets around to posting, she's always supplying us with fabulous recipes, funny stories about city living and newlywed advice.

3). Always a Northerner is a new read that I very recently found. She's also a new school psychologist and she's living in the same great city that I reside in.

4). Tipsy in Madras is a perfectly preppy blog about a girl with some pretty great outfits and some really cute stories.

5). My Mid-Mid Life Crisis is another in real life friend who I was lucky enough to work with last year. Unfortunately, we will be separated this school year and she's working at a school for the emotionally disturbed. I can't wait to keep up to date with her stories.

6). Grosgrain Garage is a super crafty, super organized, super talented blogger who happens to love cooking, the bachelor and has two cats. I think that she's also a blogger after my own heart.

7). Running just as Fast as I can gets this award for hosting yet another fabulous blog swap! I can't wait to shop for this one.

Shopaholics Anonymous

Boyfriend tells me that I shop a lot.

He tells me that pretty much everyday.

I used to brush it off, but now I'm starting to feel guilty every time I whip out my debit card.

I tried to explain to him that the reason that I'm so cute, is because of all the cute clothes that I wear.

He's not buying it. He's my boyfriend and he's biased so of course he said something along the lines of "you would be cute in a potato sack" with a little "you have enough clothes to last you five years" thrown into the mix.

It's even harder now because I can't even hide my purchases or my shipments (which is more like it-- I'm an online shopper to the max), because he shares a room and an apartment with me.

Damn you boyfriend for giving me buyers guilt. Obviously, he has to lay it on me right when the new Boden catalog comes out and I'm desperately in need of at least four things there.

I need a $10,000 raise S.T.A.T.


To those of you that are thrifty--- how have you managed to curb your spending (and I'm not talking snowballing debt, paying the highest balance first).. I'm talking--how did you learn to develop some self-control?

If I quit the clothes, I can find at least 10 Wii games that I need, and a new furniture set that would look perfect in our bedroom.

It's tragic. Really.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

The Post Where I Try Not to Sound Depressed

I feel like it's been awhile since I last posted.

This past week was a whirlwind at work- setting up, getting things ready etc. Tomorrow is the "dreaded day".... You know, the one where the kids come back to school (hence the trying not to be depressed part).

However, don't worry- the depression will subside soon. It's very situational and only related to children. =]

This past summer was incredible, so of course I'm a little anxious about starting back up and getting back into the grind. I preferred my life of leisure. My week should be pretty low-key because I don't have to take any groups or attend many meetings. However, we all know that in reality, at least two or three of them are going to have some sort of crisis which will require my immediate attention.

I spent all summer with Alli and Mari, so it was fitting that I spent Friday night with them, DOING.IT.UP. Alli and her husband recently bought a house and had decided to throw a house warming party. Of course, it couldn't have fallen at a better time- all school psychs need to get drunk in anticipation of school.

There was beer drinking (Shirt compliments of Laurie and Bill--THANK-YOU! I love it).



There was flip cup...



and there was a bunch of funny stuff that I shouldn't mention in a public forum. All in all, a fabulous time!

You all know that I act pretty geriatric at times, and when 11 p.m. rolled around, I was still ready to party (Shocking, I know--It only proves how much fun that I was having)!

Of course I needed to recoup on Saturday, and recoup I did. I woke up at about 9, tooled around the house and decided that a nap was in order. After my nap, boyfriend and I hit the pool and had a fabulous time playing in the water. That is, until some A-Hole decided that Saturday at 3 would be a fabulous time to power wash the pool deck (this new management is making A LOT of changes, however, they only seem to make these changes on the weekend).

The fumes and noise were ridiculous. In fact, my friend Jenny and I actually complained (not something that I do very often-- at least face to face, ha). We marched over to the maintenance man, in bikinis no less, and complained about the noise.

We said something along the lines of "Why do you feel the need to do construction every SATURDAY in August which disrupts the pool and it's patrons? We pay a lot of money to live here, blah, blah, blah and couldn't this wait until October or on a Monday morning at the very least? Also, if you must must must do this now, couldn't you at least give us a little warning, i.e. have your power washer walk over to us, when we are all clearly reading and relaxing and kindly mention that he has to turn his machine on? "

Well, the maintenance man said that he would take care of it, walked over the power washer man, whispered something in his ear and went on his merry way. About 15 minutes later, the PW (power washer) was at it again, and didn't supply a warning as requested.

We all marched out of there and promised to complain. I called and left a message about this B.S., but I'm sure it will not be addressed.

All of that drama tired me out and when I came home and saw this under the covers (in the man cave).... Obviously, I had to join.


Thursday, August 21, 2008

Sign up for the Fall Swap

This is the last day to sign up, and here are the details (stolen from Running Just as Fast as I Can)

RULES:Sign up by: Aug 22nd (that gives you almost three weeks)

I'll post partners on: Aug 25th (hopefully)

Send out items by: Sept 5thThat way everyone will get there packages right at the end of September, in time for Fall Fantasticness! Yeah!!

Budget: $20 (not including shipping, must get tracking on packages too!)

To sign up: email me at alexandrarusso24@gmail.com with your name, mailing address and blog address.

I will list randomly selected partners on my blog by first name (or nickname) with links to their blogs so you can check out your partners blog for inspiration! I will send you an email with your partners email and home address on the day I post them.

Theme: Fall Prepiness!
Details: You will send your partner at least 6 items that are preppy, fantastic, fun, etc. If the items happen to be Pink and Green or Madras print, that is a bonus! Items can be homemade, secondhand, candy, thrift store find, whatever. Each item must represent 1 letter in the word Autumn.

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Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Lovely Little Hump Day

Work was.. well, work.

I didn't get home until after five, which didn't help matters (I work in a school people.. that is late).

After work, boyfriend and I decided to hit up another local carnival. This one wasn't as big as the last, but we did manage to hop on a few rides together.

After the carnival, we went to Five Guys. I should be taking it easy on the food, but instead we shared a large order of Cajun fries and two burgers.

During dinner we watched Charlie Bartlett (we are new to Netflix and taking advantage).

Sorry, this post sounded way more exciting in my head (while we were doing all these things). Maybe I'll have something more for you tomorrow.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Bring Your Ants to Work Day

You know you have an ant problem with you get to work and 1, 3, or 5 ants come crawling out of your purse.

God knows how they got there, but they are there (and seriously disgusting).

So far, I've tried the cayenne pepper, the cloves, regular ant traps and liquid gel traps.

The ants are multiplying rapidly, but the gel traps seem to have worked the best so far. I put them out at about 4:30 and all four traps are more than halfway filled with dead ants. How fabulous.

However, the only problem is, is that when one dies a sticky, gooey gel filled death-- another scampers out of no where.

I thought that I found the crack that they are coming from and filled it up with some caulk. Unfortunately, that was not the hole and with some serious acrobatics, flexibility and a flash light, I think that I have determined the exact location of the ant problem. Sadly, a large washer/dryer is in the way and I have yet to come up with a plan to caulk a tiny crevice that I can't reach.

Year Book Me!

I saw this on a few other blogs and I had to try it out for myself.

It's actually quite hysterical.. and this doesn't even cover them all. =]

Here I am in 1950.. looking a little shadowy, but like a fox nonetheless.

1960 appears to be a good year for me. Hah.

1962. All I can say about this one is that thank god that I was born in the 80's.

1966-- if only I could make my hair this BIG in real life.


1974. Apparently, the model's face is much wider than mine.


1980. I wasn't even born yet. Thankfully- I would have come out like a big ol' hag.


It's a good thing that I was only 9 years old in 1990. I think that the picture says it all.


1996. I really did look like this in 1996. No lie.


1998. I was a fresh faced, junior in high school. Too bad my hair is naturally straighter than a pin.

If you decide to try this out for yourself.. you better comment back to me so that I can check out your pictures for myself. I want to make sure that no one would/could beat me at prom queen.

Monday, August 18, 2008

Boden Sale

This MAY be old news.. but Boden is having their summer sale and there are shirts for like 15 bucks.....

If you couldn't afford to try it before, today may be your lucky day.

Oh hell to the N-O

There are ants all up in this piece.

I bought ant traps five days ago and they are multiplying. BY. THE. SECOND.

Another Wrap-Up

I thought that I had pulled a muscle or pinched a nerve about three weeks ago. The day after I jumped back on the C25K bandwagon, I woke up with some pretty serious muscle pain on the right side of my back and butt.

Fast forward three weeks and my lower back and butt continue to hurt, with the new addition of hamstring and calf pain. The lower leg hurts a lot less than my back and butt, and is more of a radiating, burning pain rather than a sore muscle.

Anyways, I've been putting off calling the doctor because a). I've been in there so much lately I don't want her to write Hypochondriac on my file and b). I was hoping that it would go away on it's own. Really, it hurts the most when I wake up in the morning and when I go to bed at night but this is getting seriously annoying.

Additionally, I'm not sure what the heck it could be.

This past weekend was a fabulous one because boyfriend threw me a birthday party at our local crab shack and bar. It was a beautiful day and the outside bar was open right on the dock. My mom, dad, aunt, uncle, 3 cousins, and my brother and sister came down to celebrate with dinner and drinks.

After dinner, the older adults and little kids left and some really great friends joined us for some more drinks and some more partying.

It was an amazing time and we shut down the place. After the bar closed, we all headed back to our apartment for some porch time and a little Mario Kart.

I was so happy that my brother and sister came up for the event, and that so many of my friends rallied for me and joined me on my special day.

Present time resulted in a new tennis shirt and balls (from Mari), a shirt from Ann Taylor Loft (that I really, really wanted) from Laurie and Bill, a gift certificate to buy even more cute things from Jaime and Ron and a subscription to Cat Fancy from Noelle. Isn't she hysterical? ha.

My mom and dad also brought me a present from my godmother. It was the most perfect Coach purse--- one that I've been wanting for two years now, but never told anyone about. It's the white Hampton's tote, and I'm in love.

I have a ton of pictures from the party, but I'm not sure if my friends want their faces plastered to my blog.

To hold you over.. here's me and my drunk boyfriend.



And one of my brother, his girlfriend, me and my sister.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

My 27th

Now, it's time for the birthday wrap-up.

I started off the day at work. Unfortunately, I work at a place where the week of my birthday is a mandatory work week. That means, no sick days and no vacation days on my birthday. Ever.

So the morning was spent listening to a lawyer drone on and on about ethics and school psychology. That may be fun for some people, but not me. Especially considering the fact that I had to listen to all of that in graduate school only two years ago.

After the in-service, my fellow school psych friends Mari, Allie, and Kristin took me out to lunch at Lemongrass-- a fabulous Thai place in town.

After lunch, I came home and spent a few hours at the pool with my friend Noelle.

At about 4:30, Allie and Mari picked me up and whisked me off to an afternoon at the spa. They treated me to an ultimate facial-- two hours of massage, masks and cleansing. I was a little bit worried about it (b/c I've never had one), but it ended up being very relaxing.

After the spa treatment, I walked up into the apartment to find this-- and boyfriend.




(That's the Orchard Skirt from DownEast Basics).

Boyfriend and I went out to dinner at one of my favorite restaurants and then we came home to open presents. Here's some present pics, but unlike the sewing pics, do not click on them to make them bigger. I was looking rough at the end of the night (after a two hour facial--where most of the oil ended up in my hair rather than on my face).

Boyfriend's sister and brother bought me a Steelers throwback helmet, and his parents got me this super cute Vera Bradley purse. I'm excited to add that to my collection.


Boyfriend got me this card, which we swear was a picture of Snap stolen from my computer. What a cutie.

Boyfriend went above and beyond and got me one of the shirts that I wanted from Ann Taylor Loft and a pair of pants. The only bad part of the evening was when I tried on the pants (in my usual size) and couldn't even remotely button them. Serious dieting must start tomorrow.

Boyfriend also got me tickets to see the Steelers play the Colts in Pittsburgh in November. This may not sound good to you, but it was a perfect gift for me! I love Peyton Manning and the Steelers, so boyfriend blew up a picture of Peyton and Ben and framed it. Inside the frame was two tickets to the game and a picture of the hotel that we will be staying at.

I'm totally looking forward to our weekend away together!

I'm seriously blessed with some amazing friends and a fabulous boyfriend.

New Place, Part One

It's the BIG reveal...

....but you can only see one room. It's about 6 feet by 6 feet and it's the only room that we have completed.

Voila, our new breakfast nook-- complete with Snap because he likes to get in every picture!



That's the table that I fought tooth and nail for. I sewed the curtains and the chair pads myself. Seriously, all by myself. I'm quite proud of my domestic abilities (go ahead, click on it, make it bigger and ooh and ahh over the sewing). I even painted the pictures myself (the frames, not the actual prints).

The rug was purchased at Target and it's nothing special, but it goes with our green motif.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

My Birthday

...was phenomenal. Expect a full wrap-up tomorrow.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Reason #23987 Why Being an Adult Sucks

....Having to work on your birthday.

Normally I would take off, but we have a mandatory inservice tomorrow on ethics.

Gag me.

Monday, August 11, 2008

More Free Advertising

First, check out Low Price Magazines for a $2.00 subscription to Everyday with Rachael Ray. While you are there, you can also pick up a full year of Redbook for only $2.00 as well. Yeah, Yeah, Redbook is for old people, but whatever. I actually enjoy it more than I do Glamour or Cosmo (Wow, I'm really a grown-up).

Pay through Paypal, and your financial information is never exposed. I've ordered through them before and all of my magazines have arrived as scheduled.

Next, head over to Shop it to Me and sign up for sales alerts to be delivered directly to your inbox.

All you have to do is tell them your favorite stores and/or brands and what size clothes you wear. They will email you once a week or everyday to let you know about the best deals available on the web in your size.

Beats surfing JCrew twice a week only to find out that the dress that I'm in love with is not in my size.

Accomplishments...

How am I supposed to accomplish anything when the days are passing at warp speed?

Birthday week is feeling very un-birthday-like which is a bummer.

Last year I celebrated for a month.. it appears as though this year will be much more mellow.

Anyways, for those who asked about my order from Downeast Basics clothing.. it has arrived and I'm in LOOOVE.

The picture below is very bad quality (cell phone pic), but I wanted to show you what the clothes look like in real life. I'll definitely be ordering from them again.

I ordered this skirt (summer leaves), the Orchard Skirt, the Southstreet skirt and the wonder tee (in cream which can also be seen below). The Orchard skirt is super fun and bright, and the Southstreet skirt is beyond comfortable.

I wear a size six normally (although I'm pudgy as you can see below).. and ordered the skirts and shirts in Size Medium. The skirts fit perfectly (they are actually a little large, but may shrink as they are 100% cotton). The shirt on the other hand is a tiny bit tighter than I would like, but it works.



Get thee booty to Downeast Basics and place an order. Oh, and let me know what you get if you do.

Holy Move

To start off on a positive note, Mr. Dopeman and Family is no longer enrolled at my school. This is fantastic news but I'm trying not to get too excited about it-- more often than not, when one leaves, another enrolls shortly after... and at least half the time, the new kid is worse than the one that just left.

In moving related news, my cousins came as planned on late Wednesday night. Unfortunately, our new keys to our new apartment were not on schedule. The plan was to move all day Thursday and to put the kids to work. Apparently, although the keys were promised on Thursday, one of the maintenance men were hurt on the job and they were unable to finish our apartment in time. We harassed them, we were pissed and we eventually got our keys on Thursday night at about seven (I won't even go into the full story, but they were promised at 5:30--one of about fifty promises).

Anyways, at about seven my parents showed up to help, and we moved all of the big stuff into our new place. We finally quit around 10pm and my parents and the cousins left to drive home. Boyfriend and I spent Thursday night at our new place.

On Friday, we got up pretty early and started moving. Seriously, my decision to avoid packing and walking everything over was one of the worst decisions of my life thus far. Boyfriend may have wanted to dump me at least 100 times on Friday, and I could not blame him one bit. We walked back and forth at least 500 times and worked from 9am until 6pm straight-- seriously, I'm talking very minimal breaks.

By six, we were falling apart, our arms were throbbing and we weren't even halfway done. Do you know how long it takes to carry a set of pots, pans and plates down one flight of stairs, 100 yards across the parking lot, and back up 2 and a half flights of stairs? I hope that you never find out.

{Side note: How have I accumulated so much stuff in 26- scratch that- 8 years? (I've only been living on my own for eight)}

On Friday night we ordered chinese food, settled down on the floor (in the one spot that wasn't covered with junk) and drank a bottle of champagne to celebrate our first place.

At about 10, our friends Mike and Noelle showed up and I enjoyed one more glass of wine. I spent the rest of the night hugging the toilet and feeling like absolute ass. I was seriously wasted, but I never puke from drinking. This was not an enjoyable experience.

On Saturday, John left to visit his grandmother and I tried to tackle more of the moving. Unfortunately, I felt like I was on the verge of vomitting every time I carried something in this heat and quit pretty early. Instead, I went to work trying to make sense of all the crap on the floor in our new place.

My sister bought me 5th row tickets to Gretchen Wilson for my birthday, so at about 3pm, I had to leave and travel to Northern Virginia for the show.

Boyfriend came home around 3 and finished up most of the moving himself. He's seriously a saint. None of the stuff was his and he helped out above and beyond what was necessary.

The concert was great and a fabulous break from the move.

On Sunday, I drove home and boyfriend and I finished up the last of the packing/moving. We probably moved stuff for at least 20 hours over the course of 3 days. After all of that, I got to clean up the old apartment for the new tenant. I'm not going to lie, the place was not spic nor span when I left it. In fact, I didn't even repaint the walls (despite the fact that I was supposed to), but I'm over it. I couldn't take another minute of anything moving related-- and my security deposit was 200 bucks. They can have it.

Finally, after we finished, boyfriend and I decided to run some errands and pick some things up for our new house. We went to Best Buy for a new remote, and found Mario Kart for Wii in stock. Of course we bought it and came home to play.

The new place still looks like it was hit by a tornado, nothing is put away, and I'm way too OCD to handle this situation well. I'm off to tackle the intense process of cleaning, decorating and organizing.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Ideally...

Well be done with this moving mess by my 27th birthday.

My 27th birthday happens to be on Wednesday and my ideal isn't looking good.

I'm alive...

But my arms and legs may fall off



and....



Moving SUUUUUCKS

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Family Matters

I wasn't going to post about this in the event that my family reads my blog, but I don't think they do, so I'm just going to do it. I'm just a tiny bit annoyed about the whole situation and this is my venting outlet.

Every year my cousins come to stay with my parents for about a week. They live in Connecticut and we used to see them all the time (obviously when we lived in Connecticut). We have since moved, several times, and now we rely on yearly visits.

Generally, the girls fly in to Baltimore for several reasons. First, Southwest flies there and it's the cheapest way to get three girls down here. It usually works out b/c I live close enough to run up there and pick them up from the airport. Last year, they stayed with me at my apartment for three nights before going to my parents house. My parents could technically pick them up in B-more.. but the traffic around here is absolutely ridiculous.. so obviously, that leaves me.

Anyways, my aunt called me in July to ask when they should come. I told her to have them come on the second or third week of July. I told her that the first week in August was out, so that July was better. Well, the third week passed without the receiving a flight itinerary and the fourth week she attempted to get tickets but realized that they were double the price when you wait until the last minute to make a purchase.

She called me later to ask if the first week in August was still bad for me. Yes, auntie. I'm moving. Oh, well they are flying in on Wednesday August 6th. Sorry about that was the response that I received.

Faaaaabulous. Did I mention that we get the keys to the new place on the 7th?

Oh, I guess that I did.

She told me that they would love to help and that I could put them to work. Ya know, I'm not sure about how helpful a 11, 13 and 16 year old are going to be, but I stuck my foot in my mouth.

It will be me, boyfriend, two cats, three kids and all of our boxes here on Wednesday night (did I mention that I still live in the one bedroom and you need a map to navigate your way through Mount Boxes to get from the front door to the couch?). It should be quite the party.

I'm off to dinner tonight with two of my fellow bloggers (IRL friends- Darth Mama and Koyaanisgatsi) but I probably won't post much until the end of the weekend. It's moving time.

What's my Name?

I think I figured out why people think I'm ten-years-old.

Ashley is not a grown up name. Ashley is the name of a 10-year-old.

When I was born, I was the only Ashley in town. The nurses asked my mom why she named me after a boy (apparently Ashley was a boys name) and called my name rare. Then I turned four and you couldn't turn around without running into an Ashley.

I'd like to blame this on (what I'd like to call) the Michelle Tanner phenomenon. I was once one of the few Ashley's in this world, until that Olsen chick stole my thunder and now there are millions of them between the ages of 5-22.

There still aren't many Ashley's my age (obvi). I've never had one in one of my classes, I've never worked with one, and I've never really been friends with one. However, I cannot go to the mall or enter a school without hearing ASSSSSSHHHHHLLLLLEEEEEEY yelled out across the playground or the department store.

side note: don't even get me started on when people say "actually." It trips me out every time and I always swing around in my chair and say "what now?"

Anyways, this short story turned into a long story, but the moral of the story is that Ashley's are not grandmothers or aunts. Ashley's are those 18 year old punks shopping at Charlotte Russe.

Monday, August 4, 2008

Aging Gracefully

Apparently, age really is just a number.

I can't decide if I should be flattered and/or annoyed by the amount of times per month that I am mistaken for a 17-year-old.

I hear this all of the time:

"You can't be a psychologist! You are too young?" or "You are a psychologist? That's impossible!" or more recently, "How old is our psychologist? Oh she's 21."

That's right folks, apparently I'm the female version of Doogie Howser M.D. I whipped right through 4 years of undergrad and 3 years of graduate school in a matter of minutes.

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Today while turning in my rent check, the lady said, "Wow, when you pulled up to the building I was watching you and thinking look at that little girl in that pretty little dress."

Thanks lady! Didn't you hear that the driving age in Maryland is now 7-years-old?

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Last week, a solicitor came to our door and asked for the lady of the house (duh that's me).

I said "Sorry, she's not here (b/c I didn't want to listen to him talk) and he replied, "I'll come back, you're not even old enough to vote yet and I need to talk to someone that can vote."

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I'm going to be 27 in nine days. Honestly, I do not think that I look that young.

In other news, I found navy blue and red towels today at the Burlington Coat Factory by my school. Additionally, I found the lamps (these lamps have taken many, many days to find) for our living room. Now, I need to try to curb the spending. I had forgotten just how expensive moving is.

My current stressor is trying to decide whether or not to pack up my stuff. I'm moving approximately 100 feet away (give or take, it may be closer) into another, bigger apartment. I can't decide if I want to pack it all up in boxes or just walk stacks of plates back and forth a trillion times. Does anyone have any insight and/or opinions on how to tackle this move?

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Sorry in Advance

My blog posts have been either a). boring or b). yawn provoking lately, but we're moving and that's consuming me at the moment.

My current new apartment gripe-- it is impossible to find Navy Blue and/or Red towels anywhere. It's not like they are basic colors or anything.

Today, I visited Value City, Marshalls, TJMaxx, Sears and KMart. They have baby blue towels, they have cranberry towels, but they don't have navy blue or red.

I figured that this would be one of the more simple moving tasks--apparently not.

Anyways, we're celebrating (and by we, I mean boyfriend) the Redskins first game of the season. Boyfriend made wings and chili cheese dip and we are heading over to my neighbors to feast and watch the game. I'll be on the patio chatting with Noelle.

New Store

I found another new store online that I think I'm going to like. It's called Down East Basics and everything there is under 30 dollars. I picked up a few skirts, including the one below. I'll let you know how it goes when they arrive.


The Shower Curtain

Boyfriend and I have been searching long and hard for a shower curtain. Seems simple, right? But not when I prefer stripes and he prefers beach scenes. I finally found one last night, while searching amazon.com, that we could both agree on.

It's red with tiny blue crabs all over it. Very fitting considering where we reside. We were both pleased with my purchase until I read the description-- "A perfect addition to your child's bathroom." Crap.

We bought it anyways. I'll be 27 inexactly 10 days and I'll be sporting a kids shower curtain. Whatever, we're in a rental. I think we should keep it fun while we can.

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Why you Shouldn't take your Boyfriend to the Fabric Shop

Boyfriend and I were running some errands earlier today (moving sucks) and I had to run into the fabric store because I was one half of a yard short for our cafe curtains.

Sidenote: To catch you up to speed, boyfriend has been begging for a redskins recliner and couch (Tragic). I vetoed the recliner and he decided that he wanted a redskins bathroom set instead- shower curtain, rug, you name it, the works (Ghetto). I politely declined that idea as well.

Moving on.. right there, dead center were redskins and steelers fabrics. I figured that since I'm kinda an ass and vetoed all of his other ideas, I'd be a good girlfriend and whip up some of these.



I don't hate them, they took approximately 15 minutes to sew, and they will make a great addition to our "man-cave" a.k.a. my office.

Friday, August 1, 2008

One Year Ago Today...

I walked into the SPCA and fell in love with.....

Him,


and her,


Best decision ever.
(Those are actual pictures of them in their cages on adpotion day.. how could you not take them).