Wednesday, August 31, 2011

these shoes

{these shoes cost me $1}

{this dog cost me $200}

{the little boy there, the one eating the peach, well he's priceless}

Let's talk about these shoes.  These shoes are from Banana Republic, they retailed for $98.  I picked these little beauties up for $1.  That's right, one dollah.  There they were, at a garage sale, in all their true genuine leather glory, in my size, looking like they've never even been worn.  A true garage sale miracle!  How I got so lucky, I do not know.  I'm not known for being the lucky one in my family.  Lovey, now she's the lucky one, always winning contests and free junk.  But not me, never me.  Until now.  And you know what, it feels {and looks} good to be a winner.

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Monday, August 29, 2011

someone like you


Get More: 2011 VMA, Music, Adele

I love her voice and I love this song.  I feel like this would have been my song for Jon if we had ended up parting ways and the last five years had never happened.  Is it weird to think about things like that?
Kinda, yes?  Oh well.
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Dear Jon,
I'm glad I got you, not just someone like you.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

portland day

{waiting for the bus}

{boat watching}

{pidgeon chasing}

{voodoo doughnuts}

{eskimo kisses}

I've been wanting to go to Voodoo Doughnuts for forever now {or the last two months, whichever is longer, it's hard to keep track anymore} and we finally made it there today.  It must be as good as I imagined because the line to get into the shop would have taken the better part of an hour, so we passed.  As we were leaving, I saw a homeless man ask a couple who was sitting outside, eating their doughnuts, if they had any spare change.  They gave him a doughnut instead.
I should have asked them for change...
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Friday, August 26, 2011

the ring


My big sis {whom I affectionately refer to as "Lovey"} came to spend the day with me yesterday.  So what do two sisters do with a whole day to do whatever they please?  Go to the shopping mecca only five minutes from my new home of course.  Seriously, its a shopping oasis.  Unfortunately my bank account is the Sahara...

We were minding our own business scouring the J.C. Penney clearance racks when Michelle found a ring.  {I know, I know... why were you at J.C. Penney when there's a whole "shopping mecca"?  Because they gots dealz!}  After determining it was real, we had a decision to make.  Do you just hand over a diamond ring to a cashier and trust they'll do the right thing?  Or do you cryptically tell them you found a ring and leave your number for when the owner comes looking for it? This is a situation that requires a call to mama.  Luckily we got a two-fer because pa was there too.  The consensus: just report finding the ring and leave a phone number without showing the sales clerk the ring or giving a description.  Can't trust those sneaky Penney's employees.

Umm... did everyone forget that for a fleeting high school summer, I too was a Penney's employee?  Happily shopping folding clothes and organizing racks.  As an upstanding employee, I never got into trouble.  Except for that time my department manager {the one with the pink, heart-shaped engagement ring} said something racist in front of a customer of ethnic minority and when she got in trouble, she blamed it on me.  How? I don't even know.  So then I was called into the big wig's office and got talked to about how would I feel if people said mean things about blond haired people, or said blue eyes and freckles were ugly.
"I would feel bad".

Okay.  I think we made the right decision.

 {the above picture is not "the ring", it is my ring, which I love (thanks Jon!).  I thought it better not to post a picture of a lost ring on the internet (to keep the fakers away).}

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UPDATE:
I was able to return the ring to its rightful owner today!  In the words of Sam, "happy birthday!" :)

{And now that it's safely returned, here is a picture of the lovely lost-and-now-found ring.}


Monday, August 22, 2011

food critic


"its duh-lish-ush... tank oo mommy!"
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All for a PB&J sandwich.

{and now I'll have this moment to treasure and fondly look back upon when he's 16}

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Sunday, August 21, 2011

white coat ceremony


It's official.  Jon received his white coat, which is a big deal.  And now Jon is kind of a big deal.  But you don't have to take my word for it, just ask these guys.
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Thursday, August 18, 2011

a trip to the movies




Sam and I decided that painting's for suckers and headed out for a movie instead {Regal Cinemas offer $1 family movies during summer!}. It was well worth the two bucks, he was so excited and so stinkin' cute. The movie was about a wolf pack {although Sam still insists they were dogs} and just when he thought it couldn't get any better an airplane and a train got involved. True cinematic excellence. Towards the end of the movie the wolves all started cheering, so Sam puts his little fists up in the air and yells "Yaaay! Yaaaay!". Luckily, at the family dollar days movies no judgement is passed for a lapse in self control.
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Tuesday, August 16, 2011

baby daddy


We were sitting down to dinner and Jon says "Thanks for dinner baby girl". {classy, I know.}.  Immediately, our two-year-old parrot chimes in "tanks fo dinner beebee girl!".  In an effort to distract from this new phrase, Jon points to Sam and says, "baby Sam".  Sam quickly catches on to this new game and pointing at Jon he gleefully cries, "beebee daddy! beebee daddy!".  Technically correct, but still unfortunate.  Not the actual baby daddy part, but rather that phrase being added to Sam's arsenal of embarrassing things to blurt out in the middle of Target.

Monday, August 15, 2011

Sharks, buzz, and birds


I try to remember to write down the things he says and does, like the way he puts his arms out and flies like "Buzz Lie-duh" {translation: "Buzz Lightyear" for those of you who are not fluent in two-year-old}, or how he tries to find sharks in any and every body of water he comes upon, or how he says "happy birthday!" inappropriately on a daily basis, for example upon finding his long-lost {meaning less than 24 hours} truck and exclaiming "I found it mommy!  Happy birthday!!".  But by the end of the day I rarely remember to actually take the time to do it.

In addition, I'm horrible at keeping out-of-town friends and family updated on pretty much everything to be honest.  Perhaps blogging will be a way to kill two birds with one stone, metaphorically speaking of course...