November is just flying by...I feel like I blinked at we're at the end. It's crazy! Here is the roundup for the week! 1. We made pizza one night this week, using frozen dough. It's amazing how quickly a little ball of dough will turn a regular man into an expert dough tosser.
2. Cuddle time with Papa! I don't know how Squish is comfy in that position, but he stayed that way for quite some time.
3. My friend sent me this text Tuesday morning, totally made my day.
4. This past weekend Dave and I decided to rearrange the living room. I love the new setup, it's super cozy. And I snapped this picture. I almost broke the TV from laughing so hard and not holding it in place.
5. Nibbler hiding in his "spot". He's a big scaredy cat when it comes to unknown visitors or loud noises. He runs to the top of our basement steps and stares out the cat door of the steps. I decided to take a picture of it, much to Nibbler's dismay (he hates having his picture taken for some odd reason).
And of course, Squish is like Hey Ma! I'll be in the picture!
That's it for this week's roundup. How was your week?
P.S. Not by Fitzgerald...but then again, Abraham Lincoln did once say, you can't trust everything you read on the internet. Still a good quote. Source
Yesterday I was in Ulta, "cashing in" on my rewards. I had a handful of goodies plus one bottle of Pureology's 21 spray (or whatever it's called, I call it 21). I took it to the register and after the girl was done ringing me up, everything came to $0.00, including the $24 bottle of 21 spray. She handed me the items in a bag and said "have a good day!" I looked at the girl and said, "ummm aren't you going to charge me for the Pureology spray?" and she said "Isn't that part of the rewards program?", "Uh, no. I wish it was!" So she rechecked me out and I walked out $25 (after taxes) poorer and 100x angrier at myself. Why? I knew it was the right thing to do, but I was so angry at myself for speaking up. I'm the kind of person that always does the right thing, to the point where it's sickening. There's a sign that says "No Trespassing"? I'm the girl that's politely reminding everyone that we can't go that way because the sign says so. And then continues to remind you the rest of the night. Yes, I'm THAT "guy". Yes, I know it's annoying at times. Sorry.
I've never been this furious with myself before, especially over something that I knew was the right thing to do. It normally feels good to do the right thing, so why was I so upset with myself? I got back into my car and started yelling. Yelling at myself, at my steering wheel, yelling at God. I called my mom, yelled at her (in a venting kind of way, not yelling AT her). Why did I get so mad? Dave and I both agree there is something deeper to this anger I felt, but we can't agree on what it is. He thinks I'm sick of being the "nice guy" and this was just my way of taking it out on myself. That may be true, one of the things I was hollering at my poor mother was that nice guys finish last. I think it may be stress and the result of some not so great weeks at work. But what if it's something deeper? I don't want to be that person, filled with so much anger and hate. I held on to that anger for most of the afternoon. It wasn't until I was driving to school that I had to have the "come to Jesus" talk with myself and tell myself to knock it off. I'm really hoping it was just me being overly emotional about having a bad day and nothing more because, pain in the ass or not, I just want to be a good person.
I was reading Glamour the other day and I saw their "Hey It's O.K." page. One of the things they said was "Hey it's okay to not have a signature fragrance by the time you're 25" and for some odd reason it annoyed me.
First off, it's okay to not have a signature fragrance at any age, because some of us don't really wear perfume AND I can't afford to drop buku bucks on many different fragrances to have a "signature" one. Secondly, my experience with anything beauty at 25 was nil. I'm sure Glamour meant well by telling me and all it's other reader's that "it's okay" but quite frankly it only made me question myself even more. And so that is what inspired today's post, "Rules I Think are Absurd". Without further ado, other absurdities, aside from needing a "signature fragrance": 1. You should always buy the high end brand, because the more expensive it is, the better it works. I'll be the first one to admit that there are certain things I feel work better from high end brands, like my foundations. I think every girl is different, some girls can work the Cover Girl foundations, I just can't. I find that sometimes high end doesn't always mean better. My favorite eyeliner? Ulta brand. My least favorite? Urban Decay. Mascara? Pretty sure the pink and green tube is still women's #1 favorite go to. So, no, high end does not always equate better results.
2. If you wear open toed shoes you MUST have your toenails painted. I just want to scream "Bite Me" when people say this to me, or criticize me for not having them painted in the summer. I get that you want your toes to look nice if they are on display, but they don't have to be. Here is my routine if I wear open toed shoes:
Someone once said to me, I have to have my toenails painted, what if I get into an accident? Yes, because the EMT will take your shoe off and call in it "Sorry guys this one's a lost hope, her toenails aren't painted". If you want your nails painted, great. Do they have to be? No. Same goes for fingernails. I don't have time or patience to keep up on my nails. In the rare event my nails are painted, the paint stays on until it chips off, so yeah... 3. When applying makeup you MUST do up your entire face, foundation and all. Eh, no. Makeup, in my opinion, is supposed to conceal and enhance. If you don't need to conceal anything you don't have to have a full on Braveheart war paint, if you choose not to.
If you're lucky enough to not have to cover up pimples or uneven skin tone and you skip foundation and move on to blush or whatever, or if you just want to do up your eyes, feel free. If the makeup police come, we can riot and burn our bras together. Just not my good Victoria Secret bras, girl is on a budget! 4. Your purse MUST match your shoes. Pretty sure I'd have to change out my purse everyday for this one, and considering said purse is a literal black hole for all my belongings, that is not happening. Now excuse me while I go coordinate tomorrow's outfit with my car.
5. You cannot wear white after Labor Day. What is this the 80s?
Source..P.S. Serial mom is a great movie. That is all
The only concession I will make to this rule (and this is my personal concession only) is white pants. But then, I never wear white pants even before labor day so it's not even a concession. The point I'm making in all of this is that makeup and fashion is supposed to enhance your beauty. The only rule you should abide by is that you wear what makes you feel confident, beautiful, and comfortable. And don't worry if Glamour doesn't say if it's okay or not, they always put black bars on their "don'ts".
1. I ordered new glasses from Walmart last Wednesday and I was told it would take a week for them to get in. I was very surprised when two days later on Friday I got a call telling me my glasses were already in! Here is how the convo went with the Walmart eye care center rep:
Him- Hi Nicole, just calling to let you know your new glasses are in
Me- Already?!? I was told it would take a week!
Him- Well if you'd like I can always call back in a week?
Me- Yes, make a note to call me Wednesday on the day you said it would originally be in. In fact, please put a note on the file stating to specifically tell me that they aren't in until next Wednesday, regardless of what happens. I'll be in tomorrow to meltdown in the middle of your showroom floor because you won't give me my glasses.
Him- Will do, I'll have my camera ready.
2. I hate posting on Craigslist. I'm sorry, I know some of you swear by it, but I have never had a good experience with Craigslist. All it ends up doing is make me question my faith in humanity. Here is a tiny excerpt from one individual. The picture I'm about to present to you doesn't even cover a quarter of the emails I got before AND after my last email in this picture, it just gives you some insight on this particular person's complete oblivousness. They asked me at least three times before this email thread whether or not the love seat was still available and each time I responded that it was. Enjoy my suffering:
...and this particular person never got the hint. They asked me at least six more times if it was still available and whether or not a couch came with the love seat. It was awesome.
3. Wednesday I hit two milestones for the blog. I hit 100 likes on Facebook AND 50 followers on bloglovin! Granted, they aren't HUGE numbers, but seeing my little blog grow is so exciting!
4. All I can say about this that great minds think a like, and no we didn't plan this one out...
And this, my friends, is why I love my girls....
5. Nibbler is my little heater hog. He always sits in front of the vents during the colder months. Here he is hogging up all the bathroom heat, enjoy my mini cartoon (and yes that is Squish's head you see in some of the shots, we were both watching Nibbler work his magic on the heater):
Have you ever had a song just remind you of someone or
something? Every time you hear it, you think of that one thing? I have a few songs like that, but for today's post I'm going to talk about "Clair de Lune" and Buddy.
Before Nibbler and Squishee, I had another cat, Buddy. He
was my first pet that was all mine. I got him when I moved into my first apartment
when I really wasn’t a fan of cats but really wanted a companion. Needless to
say, Buddy changed my life. I lost Buddy very quickly about a month after Dave
and I got engaged. I was devastated. He completed our little family, and was a
huge part of our life. I was even making plans on incorporating him into our
wedding somehow (which by the way, I still did in many ways, but that's for another post, another day). Literally one night he's fine, in fact in was the perfect night. I still remember it so vividly, we were hanging out as a family, Buddy even got to spend some time outside, eating grass (his favorite thing to do). He and I had a rare cuddle/play session (when Dave came into the picture, Buddy quickly replaced me as his favorite person with Dave) and we all fell asleep cuddling. I thank God for that last precious evening with him and for giving me the foresight to appreciate it when it was happening. Then the next morning blood clots broke loose from his little heart and he was gone. He was only six years
old.
I took it really hard and the only thing that seemed to
soothe my pain, allowed me to grieve, was “Clair de Lune” by Debussy. And
throughout the past few years, that song has come up and often reminded me of
Buddy and that he’s still with me, somehow. At our wedding reception, the song
came on quietly after our toasts when everyone was sitting down to eat. I heard
it and knew Buddy was there. I was having a really rough day recently and the
song came on again, and it was like having him with me all over again, purring
softly to soothe my angst. It’s my
little reminder that he’s always with me.
Most recently was this weekend. Dave and I are preparing to
extend our family beyond Nibs and Squish to little humans and we bought a pack
and play from a neighbor (no I’m not pregnant yet, hold your congrats). Anyway,
we were starting to clear out one of our spare rooms that had the pack and play
in it when Dave pushed a button on it and that song came on. Poor Dave didn't know
what happened, one minute we were laughing the next minute, I was quiet, trying
to hold back tears. Why? Because I envisioned placing the little one in the pack and play, pushing that button and seeing Buddy stand on his hind legs and watch the baby while the song softly lulled it to sleep. Then I remembered that is something that won't happen physically but maybe he'll be there in spirit. Then I remembered all the other times that song came on, and I knew it wasn't a maybe, it was a definitely.
Darn it....stupid song/post got me all teary eyed.
