Fashion Friday.

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I’m gonna make this quick… because the mister and I are pretty much individually fighting for the attention of the wifi right now. So, here’s fashion friday. It’s chilly so I brought out some of the gloves.. and a certain little one decided she was going to show off her gray coat for a few shots. Oh, and I got this shirt from The Gap on mega clearance for $4… and they never have smalls by the time clothes get put on the sale rack so I’m pretty excited about it. DSC_0004

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What is your favorite winter accessory?
Scarves!? Gloves!? Colorful hats?!

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Farewell 2012.

2012

 

The days of 2012 have gone by and 2013 is just on the other side of a setting sun.

Apparently I decided that my 2012 was going to go out with quite a literal bang. You see this…

TreeWell just a few moments after this was taken I fell off this log, while holding a stack of firewood. And I fell all my 5’10” + however high that log is off the ground straight on to the cold, hard, stick and thorn-covered ground. I cried. Then I went to go inside and panicked when I realized how I couldn’t barely walk up the hill because I was in so much pain. So I started crying even more. Oh and did I mention I was wearing a sweater headband with whiskers and cat ears? Because I was. So just imagine me wobbling up a hill, crying, looking like a kitty cat. And you’d have to ask Clint but my face was basically that of sheer panic… is it possible to actually break your butt?! Because I think I just did it. I’ll now be bringing in the new year sitting on a heating pad and making noises every time I shift my weight (which I know makes my sweet husband want to pull his hair out) but hey, he loves me. And we’ve had a pretty fantastic year, even with all the clumsy moments (like two days ago when a wine glass literally leapt out the cupboard at me and shattered all over the kitchen, and our dinner). There certainly is no one I’d rather pick glass up off the floor with then my main man. If 2013 is even a fraction as good as 2012 then we’ve got a lot to look forward to.

Now I know that some people don’t like resolutions but I, myself, LOVE them. And I am very excited for this years. So what’s my New Year’s Resolution?! In 2013 I will complete 113 hours of community service. You see, I’ve done my fair share of service hours over the years. Between clubs and what not at school I’ve always found a way to stay pretty involved in the community. However, since graduating from college, and especially since moving to Raleigh, I have not completed hardly any community service- and I hate that! So, for 2013, rather than doing something that is just about me, I want to do something that allows me to help others. Plus, I’m kindling hoping it’ll help me feel a bit more connected up in my new city, and maybe even allow for a teeny tiny bit of networking to get this lady a job (But that would just be a bonus). I’ll be keeping track on my own but I’ll be sure to keep you guys, my super faithful readers, posted on where I’m serving, and hopefully you guys will find yourselves motivated as well!

What are your new years resolutions?!

Cheers to 2013!

 

Awkward and Awesome.

Reason #234829374 why I love the crockpot… I can take a nap while I should be cooking and wake up to dinner. Fabulous.

Awkward.

-In a nut shell, I entered to win a John Deere tractor while at the State Fair. If won, I’d sell that sucker for some money money money. Well, now, I get phone calls twice a week telling me I won a home security system (which I don’t want- and couldn’t have either way as I live in an apartment) but those security people have thought of it all, you can pass the system on to a friend(which I also don’t want to do). Today I got phone call number 10 thousand and decided I was going to put an end to it. I was going to get fierce with those persistent phone operators. After I let the lady complete her little talking bit, I say, I’ve already told them I’m not interested but I’d appreciate if you’d take me off your calling list.. to which she responded “well this isn’t a list, it’s a hand written card that you filled out.” First of all, what what?! Just take me off your darn list, don’t go back talking. I knew I had to really get aggressive so I said, well, I was trying to win a tractor [yes- I realize how ridiculous this sounds] not a security system so please just remove me from the call chain… Then little Miss Southern sassy pants responds with… “Well how about I just throw your entry away since you’re clearly not interested in winning anything anyway…::click::.. SHE HUNG UP ON ME! I was the one trying to lay down the law and yet I’m the one that gets hung up on. ?? I’m hoping this is a sign that I’m nicer than a telephone operator. And I guess I won’t be winning that tractor.
-I had the most stressful, anxiety-inducing experience at church this past Sunday. We go to a pretty popular church back home in Charlotte and 99% of the time everyone is super excited to be there and is in total ‘praise the lord’ mode. This weekend I was sitting behind the exception to that. There was a man, not much older than myself, who clearly did not want to be there. He was alone and sulking from the moment the first song began. He sat in his seat with his big jacket hooding his head and, though I was sitting behind him so I can’t totally verify this, sulking. I’ve been going to the same church for almost six years now and I have literally never seen a single person that didn’t want to be there… so his behavior  caught my attention, and kept it. He was visibly so upset to be there, throwing his head down into his hands, huffing and puffing, definitely not paying a bit of attention to the sermon. It made me super uncomfortable, as well as the other people sitting around him who I saw eye-balling him and his odd behavior. I may or may not have let my mind wander a bit leading to one particular moment where he reached behind him and I prepared myself for him to produce a handgun. I voiced my concern to Clint, quietly mind you- no need to upset the crazy man, but he just rolled his eyes at me. Nothing came of all of this of course, but I did leave feeling a bit awkward… I guess that’ll happen when you sit in church praying to God that he help you get out of church. I promise to be a much better church attender next week.

Awesome.

-I got my hair cut. And the experience wasn’t horrible. It may have been because I now have less than half the hair so the blow-drying time has been shortened, but it was kind of awesome to not suffer from a heat stroke at the salon.
-I went to Harris Teeter yesterday and completed my entire trip in ten minutes. I think it’s safe to say I officially have learned the aisles. And it doesn’t hurt to go at 10 o’clock on a Monday morning, hello empty aisles!
-I decorated our apartment for Christmas :] We only have a few little things but I think it’s a good start. We’re waiting to get a tree until after we do all our gift shopping so I layed out all our ornaments so we can at least admire them a bit for now… and the kitty is quite enjoying being able to admire them at eye-level.

What’s been awkward & awesome lately?

Awkward and Awesome.

Well we have had quite the week here at the Simpson household. It all began last Monday when we treated our sweet kitty Sydney for fleas. And then she proceeded to have a severe reaction that prompted some seriously panicked Simpson’s. And at one point it involved me turning around to see Clint holding her and her face was covered in fleas. Getting that image out of my head has not been easy. I basically spent the day taking deep breaths and holding in the tears. Thankfully, our little Sydney is fine now but she definitely left me feeling a bit on edge for the next few days. So much so in fact that the next day this happened…

I’m sitting at our kitchen table working on my laptop when all of a sudden a big poof of ashes come flying out of our fireplace. I had the door to our porch open so I kind of just assumed it was a gust of wind that came in through the door and caused it. So I go over and close the door then grab the dust buster to clean up the ashes. I’m cleaning away when I look inside the fireplace and see a dead bird! A dead bird. A bird, that is dead, in my home.  I ran over to our kitchen table, perched myself onto of a chair and had a good old case of the grossed out chills. In between panicked phone calls to my mom and Clint (who was out in Cherrypoint for the day and therefore several hours away from being able to assist me in my latest conundrum) I went up to the front office where I told the woman working “Um, a dead bird just fell in my fireplace and I can’t deal with this stuff.” She sent a maintenance man to come help me out and gave me a “Oh, you poor thing!”  So I head back to my apartment, still unable to even go close to the fireplace. Then I realize that Sex and the City is what’s playing on the television and immediately imagine a horrible situation where the man comes to remove our dead bird all the while something completely inappropriate is occurring on the tv, I have to change the channel. But the remote is on the couch, near the fireplace, and therefore completely out of the question. I decided to let the potential Sex and the City awkwardness go and just focus on making our lil’ home dead bird free. So the man finally gets to my apartment, empty-handed mind you, and asks if I have a trash bag or something. So I go over grab a trash bag and walk back over to see the man reaching right on into the fireplace. OH MY GOSH HE’S GOING TO PICK UP THE DEAD BIRD WITH THIS BAREHANDS!! AND THEN HE’S GOING TO PUT  IT IN MY OPEN TRASHBAG!! I CAN’T FEEL THE WEIGHT OF THE BIRD!! 5 seconds of absolute panic. And then I’m told “I don’t see anything in here” Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. What’s going on?!! “There’s just this log in here” Oh my gosh, make me disappear. I hesitantly walked over to the fireplace, kind of still expecting for that maybe not-so-dead bird to come shooting out of my fireplace, and I see the log. The log that if you look at it just the right way, looks just like a dead bird. I apologized to the maintenance man and explained that “I’ve just been having one of those weeks, ya know, and now apparently I’m seeing dead birds.” I’m fairly certain he walked back up to the office and had a chuckle with the woman who had previously felt a bit of pity on me. So there I sat in my apartment, a little bit embarrassed, a whole lot relieved, and along side my dead bird log.

Here’s the rest of what’s been going on…

Awkward.
-I actually managed to mess up making ramen noodles. I’m not sure what happened but they were seriously bad. I’m not quite sure how one is capable of cooking dinner every single night yet can’t properly prepare ramen noodles.
-I am not a good window shopper. Over the weekend Clint and I made our way to the mall because I had to return something and then we just walked around and “window shopped” but I’ll just say this. I hate window shopping. I’m no good at it and it just makes me sad. I actually want new boots, I don’t want to just look at them
-Part of us ridding our home of fleas was Borax-ing our home. This involved pouring a powder all over everything. Our floor, our furniture, it was everywhere. And it left me seriously overwhelmed. And when I was woken up at 7:30 the following morning to “wake up and vacuum” I was less than thrilled. So I vacuumed the entire apartment and the furniture and then was left to clean up the dust that had made its way onto every last surface, and I’m fairly certain, into my body. Apparently one is supposed to wear a mask when cleaning up Borax because the dust can be dangerous. I learned that tidbit after spending an entire day in bed with what I’m assuming was a Borax-induced migraine. Just fabulous. 

Awesome.
-I learned through sleep. It was accidental but it happened. After the hours I spent vacuuming the apartment I took myself a little nap on the couch while watching The View. In my dream I was on Who Want’s to Be a Millionaire and I was doing some serious work. When I woke up I thought to myself, a Yall is a boat. And I have no idea how I know that! Then when the commercial break was over on tv I realized that Who Want’s to Be a Millionaire was currently on. So I pondered, and then I put that DVR to good use and rewound through the program to discover that in fact one of the questions was about what a yall is! I learned, while I slept! And now I know what a yall is.
-My husband got in bed the other night with a container of Oreo’s. I’ve taught him my ways. :]
-After weeks of Baseball and Debates and Election coverage my tv shows are finally getting back to normal. Parenthood is back tonight and I am excited!

What’s been awkward and awesome with you all lately?

A day off.

Yesterday I took the day off from all things job-searching related to visit an old-friend in her new city. Here are a few shots from my day exploring Pinehurst, NC. 

We went to the Historic Pinehurst hotel where there was a festival of Christmas trees going on. This involved dozens and dozens of Christmas trees decorated to a certain theme that were up for auction and included some really creative prizes. Considering I love all things Christmas, I just basked in the glory of the Christmas tunes and the sparkle of the fake snow. It was Christmas bliss. 

This guy was there. He didn’t even have glasses… apparently Santa wears contacts now?

All in all it was a super fun day with a super friend. And it ended snuggling up with this sweet face..