Sunday, August 23, 2009

Yes Please

Love this


And this...

Keep Calm and Carry On-Blue

I already have one for Ginger's room ( Big kiss Peggy!)
Now I want this one for downstairs, especially in this frame.
I know- the same print in multiple rooms??
Yes. It's my house and I can do it.
It's a nice reminder for someone like me-
My sign would say... "Panic and stay in bed all day"
Keep Calm and Carry On is a much better idea.

We've moved into our new home and it is wonderful.
But I am trying very very hard to be patient.
I want everything and I want it now.

Oh what I really wanted to show you was this...
vince c black
I was obsessed, if not you can see it here .
Well I got the black ones a while ago and finally wore them


I've always wanted to do this...
What I wore:
Joe Jeans
Gap tee
necklace forever 21
Purse Isabella Fiore
shoes Vince Camuto

That was purely for me. My inspiration comes from these to fashion junkie blogs-
Glamouri and Cupcakes and Cashmere
Both of these blogs are so interesting,
in that- both of these ladies are so confident
that they post pictures of themselves practically every day.
And they look fabulous every. single. day.

If I did that everyday- my "What I Wore" would be:
sweatpants: Target
shirt: vintage (read: so old I dont remember where it came from)
socks: new balance

The end.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009


When I was a little girl I used to say things to my mom like;
I want a Malibu Barbie convertible,
or I want to dress like Madonna
or I want to watch The Buttercream Gang again,
you get the point.

And my mom would sing the same song to me...

A verse:
You cant always get what you want
You cant always get what you want
But if you try sometimes,
you just might find,
You get what you need.

It was Rolling Stones.
And as a HUGE Rolling Stones fan. HUGE.
I can't believe I'm saying this...
I hated that freaking song.

And she always said it with an annoying, taunting smile.
But still, I smile at the memory.

Today I found myself dancing with a very insatiable baby,
singing that same song.
and thinking about how much I'll annoy her with it for the rest of her life.
or at least until she is 20-something
singing it to her very own doll-faced baby.

And here is the seven hundred dollar print
I dream about at night...

rolling stones pic

Along with a Zebra rug,
five dresses from
a precious ruffled shower curtain from Anthropologie,
and a few hundred other things.

This weekend Casey and I laughed so hard, my stomach hurt.
And while we drove we put the ipod on shuffle and a song came on from Jewel.
I started singing it on the top of my lungs, like I was on stage, hand movements and everything.
Something I used to do all the time.
and then a miracle...
Casey joined in... with GUSTO, I might add.
I call it a miracle because when we first started dating a Journey song came on;
Don't Stop Believing.
Now that is a classic.
A classic that I CANNOT stop myself from singing with every fiber of my being.
If it's on, conversation must stop and a show must go forth.
I begged Casey to join in and he tried, sort of, at first he started singing and then he realized
what was taking place...
His girlfriend, soon to be fiance, soon to be wife,
was warped into Steve Perry, or a ridiculous out of tune wannabe who convinced herself she was
singing to the millions of dreamers out there who might soon lose hope if not for me and my voice
begging them to keep never stop believing.
It had to be a turn on.
I chose to interpret the "what the hell?" look on Casey's face as a
"wow she's an incredible performer" look.

Anyway...there was my husband, 2 years into marriage finally jumping on the train with me
singing to our devoted fans who no doubt could feel our words, even though we were
in a truck driving down an empty highway.
Welcome to my world, Casey.
How does it feel to be a make believe superstar?

And finally one last thought, every time we watch Sex and the City
and Samantha makes a typical "Samantha" comment,
Casey shakes his head and says, What a dumb slut."
like he's surprised. every. single. time.
it makes me smile.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009


Okay, so I'm a little late posting about our anniversary...
but don't pretend you're shocked.

In the beginning.
Casey played it cool.
So did I, even though I was enamored.
Same Goals... Check.
Good Looking...Check.
Laughs at my jokes......Check.
Original style...Check.
Original, period...Check.
Kind...Check. What? I actually am attracted to nice guy?
Yet, slightly edgy...Check.
Super hot skateboarder and snowboarder
...check (that was just icing on the cake).
Amazing sense of humor...Check. Check. Check.
Just here for the summer... Wait... What?
Oh well, we'll have fun.

First date a Thursday. Friday, he came and visited me at work.
He was down.

Saw him before I met him...
The pictures that made me say hmmmmm, who is this guy?
(Thanks again Eric)

When I see this I think of when I posted it last year and was teased for being cheesy.
But I love my husband so I dont care if you think Im cheesy or not.
Actually, I do care, I'm that type of person- so maybe keep the
"so cheesy" comments to yourself.
If not, I might throw something at you.
No... Im rehabilitated of that habit.

Okay, spotted him at church and yes I approached him.
I don't care. Let's call it confidence.

This picture probably was a few weeks into dating.
Headed to church.
Not bad...going to church together during a summer fling.

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Summer came and went.
I gave him a copy of one of my favorite books; The Alchemist.
And we parted ways.
Mutually agreeing, although we liked each other- long distance was a bad idea.
But we did say, "Let's just see what happens..."
2 months passed...NADA.
No emails, no phone calls, no myspace comments!
What the heck, we SPENT the whole summer together.
So I called him on his birthday.
I know, I know, but remember- were calling it confidence.
and after our conversation he said he'd come visit the next weekend.

Interesting change of events.

That weekend we decided to have a long distance we are in the airport.

Why do we look so happy to say bye?
I hated that he lived in Provo!
Long Distance Relationships= ugh.

And then 8 months later... this...

copy wedd pick roses
We got pelted with roses.
After being married in the Las Vegas Temple.

Then... a fabulous honeymoon in Hawaii

And what comes after a summer fling...turned long distance relationship...then Temple Wedding
then... a gorgeous Hawaiian Honeymoon?

A first year of marital bliss or was it Hell?
I went a bit nuts. More so than usual.


Casey was nothing short of an Angel.
And instead of stooping to my level, he led by a quiet example.
And in that first year, because of him,
I changed A LOT.
I still have a ways to go...but the transformation was nothing short of a miracle.
As I mentioned, rehabilitated of the throwing issue I had... miracle.
That was a 25 year habit in the making, after all.

Then, I was found worthy to develop this:
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And have this beautiful dollface...
Ginger 4 months G

Dating- Fabulous
1st year of marriage- sorry no cuss words here.
2nd year of marriage- INCREDIBLE. (freak- we deserved it.)

Here's looking to Year 3!!