Tuesday, March 20, 2012

My Cool Egg Doodad



I'm in love with this thing. First off, its blue (my fav). It's adorable. It's an egg organizer/holder thing. If you think you don't need one. Ya do. Look at how much cuter my eggs egg is sitting in this rather than the paper/foam carton you buy at the grocery store. Every time I open the fridge I smile at my eggs. Makes my heart skip a beat. Where did I get it you ask? At Anthropologie of course. Love, love, LURVE this store. I could do some serious damage to my bank account in that store. Yes. I would empty it out. That's why I need someone to go with me when I walk in there. To talk me back to reality about my responsibility as an adult. I have bills to pay. Booo! :)Here you go. Farmers Egg Crate Your welcome.

Crazy About Pom Poms

Not the rah rah ree kick them in the knee kind, but the pretty, girly, flirty kind. How cute would they be for a Spring Fling bash? Or for your home. Even to wear around your neck or feet. In the words of Ricky Martin, shake your pom poms! I know its bon bon, but go with me on this one.
Source: purlbee

Monday, March 19, 2012

I'm Dreaming Of...

Blue, Gray, and Yellow Nurseries
1. polka dot peacock Cute sparrow cribs. 2. world market Gray patterned curtains. 3. urban outfitters Zigzag rug. 4. tweet by the sea Custom crib bedding. 5. Cactus and Olive Baby Mobile, recycled paper airplanes. 6. crate and barrel Mid century dresser. 7. Paper Ramma Airplane print. 8. dmaculla Chevron Zigzag lamp shade.

Sunday, March 18, 2012

I Have Decided. It's Now or Never.

Posting a blog that is. I'm not sure if I will be dedicated to this. Or if I will have any meaningful topics to write about. You see, about over a year ago I kicked my ex-husband to the curb because he decided it was okay to live a double life. I won't get into it because I am in a much happier place in my life than I ever have been. Let's just say he wanted a servant with no brain for a wife and some nookie on the side. Too bad for him I could never submit to his abusive ways and left him.
Fast forward to today, my not so dramatic, but very happy life with one cat, one dog, and a very loving boyfriend. We all live together in a two bedroom apartment. I have a lot to look forward to starting over with my life. My boyfriend is someone that I've always imagined my dream husband would be. I've known him for a long time. We dated previously when we were much younger in the past before my ex-husband. It just wasn't the right time for us. Or so we had thought. It's funny how life works out sometimes. I never thought we would end up together. He is the love of my life. He makes me laugh all.the.time. I swear, everyday I die laughing. He tells me I'm beautiful, when I know I look like crap. He rubs my feet. He strokes my hair. Everyone loves him. He is just a kind hearted man. Children flock to him. Oh how he makes my uterus ache for his babies! I love him with my whole heart, and I always have. Always will. Yes he knows how I feel. I try to tell him all the time.
So that is where I am at right now. Now I have no idea if any of this makes sense or is even cohesive. My writing style is all over the place. Especially when Chewy (my cat) is yodeling in the background non stop. I can't hear myself think. She is quite the chatterbox.