I am not at all sure which sounds more fun, my annual Pap exam, a root canal, or jean shopping. It's a toss up.
For me, jean shopping is such a traumatic experience that I put it off as long as humanly possible. Currently, my favorite jeans are down to the thread-bare-out-of-shape-and-very-nearly-out-of-style stage, and have been in this state since last spring. I was able to ignore the situation through summer, because..well, it was summer and I was able to wear skirts, sundresses, and shorts. Now, that Autumn is here (on the calendar at least...thankfully we are still enjoying temps in the mid 80's here...) I have to face the fact that sometime soon I need to brave the mall and go jean shopping. I just need to try and get in the right mind set to be able to do it.
Maybe you can answer some of the questions my inquiring mind has regarding jean shopping...or not. I'm just thinking you can relate....
First off...who was the guy that came up with skinny jeans? I want his name and number. Seriously, nothing screams look-how-big-my-bootie-is louder than skinny jeans.
And, when did we decide having the rear pockets half way down our patooties was a look we could all pull off? It feels weird, having my pockets down that low. I feel like they slid off my rear end. It may work for the Olsen twins, but I won't be rockin' that look, no matter what the folks at Buckle want me to believe.
Could there be a more expansive product group than jeans? I think not. Every designer makes them, and some of them even attempt to lure us in with cheesy names (Not My Daughter's Jeans? Oh, pul-eease. I can't quite bring myself to even try those on.) Let me say here, loud and clear, I would pay any price to find a pair of jeans that would make me look aaaah-mazing. I've tried all the brands...from affordable, to you-might-need-to-take-out-a-loan-and-make-payments and I haven't found a brand that works that kind of magic on my body...yet.
While we're at it, who designs fitting rooms these days? What happened to the old school hinged three piece mirrors so you could catch every angle of yourself? How are we supposed to see how the low slung pockets look on our patooties when there is only one mirror in the fitting room? (Hmmmm....come to think of it, maybe that is exactly why there is only one mirror..maybe their hope is that what we don't know won't hurt us?) I stand there trying to glance over my shoulder to see my rear and kind of end up chasing my self in a slow circle like a puppy chasing his tail...I once even resorted to holding up a compact mirror from my eyeshadow to see if I catch a view of how I look as I walk out of a room...without much luck.
Whether I am successful or not at making a purchase, my jean shopping trips historically end with me feeling so fat and frumpy that all I want to do is find a Dairy Queen and console myself with a Peanut Buster Parfait.
I have been trying to write this blog post for over a week now, but the time kept slip-sliding through my hands, and my computer.
Well, that, and the fact that I am fairly certain I am addicted to Pinterest (Is there a twelve step program for that? If there isn't maybe someone should get one started.) Seriously, internet surfing aside, I just haven't made the time to sit down and post, mainly because I have been feeling like my writing well has run dry.
After over five years of blogging, (Really? Really.)sometimes I feel like I am being repetitious and-or boring and I wonder if you all are sitting there looking at my blog on your computer screen, shaking your head thinking things like...
"Sheesh, does she really think I wanna read about this?!"
"Exactly how many times is she gonna re-hash that topic?"
"Good Gawd! She's showcasing those little cupcakes of hers again! I get it. She bakes. Woo Hoo."
and surely you're thinking...
"Oh pul-eeease. no one's life is that amazing and fabulous!" (Okay, I just threw that last one in to see if you were still reading. Are you?)
I looked at the calendar the other day..all right, eight days ago, and I realized that it has now been two years, and three addresses since I first relocated up here to the magnificent Pacific Northwest. Funny, it feels much longer. In fact, it feels like a lifetime ago that I lived in the Biggest Little City. I feel like I've lived here all my life.
That all being said, I made a little list of some of the random things I have learned this past year, and I thought I'd share them today:
Volunteering at a race at six in the morning out in the boonies can be a whole lot of fun.
Worrying about something doesn't help. Ever.
Living in the rain nine months out of the year gives a girl to opportunity to get lots of cute umbrellas.
No one should wait all the way until they are 54 to see their first professional baseball game in person. (If you haven't been to one yet, put it on your bucket list now...and don't forget to take some Cracker Jacks and peanuts along to share with a friend.)
Putting the needs of someone else first is always the right way to go...especially if that someone is a big yellow dog.
It turns out that I am a girl who will go to a WWE Smackdown - Monday night Raw show...at least once.
Seeing the Pacific Northwest from the back of a motorcycle is totally the way to do it.
Pistachio ice cream can make any day just a little bit better.
Sometimes doing what's right can be the hardest thing you've had to do in a very long time...but in the end, you'll sleep a lot better knowing you made the right decision.
Real homemade french fries are a gift from God, and the folks that make Crisco.
He is nineteen months old. (Just thirteen months younger than his brother, Carter.)
We gathered at the airport to meet them upon arrival, and there were happy tears all around. Celebratory delivery pizza at home followed, and the family began the happy task of settling into a routine of bath and bedtime, and ...ooooooooooooooooooh!
It was one of those far-too-few-moments in life where you just kinda sigh and think, "Every little thing is gonna be all right." .