mad’s day

just a quick note to say happy b-day to mad. she is 17 today. oh lawd!

in on the skinny

so lately i’ve been considering buying some skinny jeans…

let me preface this post by saying, i’m not a big girl. i am, however, bigger than i was in 198? when i first donned this fashion necessity. i do not think pants should “stick” to one’s behind. anyones. this is why i don’t wear leggings and why it takes me several attempts to buy a track suit.

BUT (no pun intended) lately while flipping through my fashion advisories, i’ve noticed that skinny jeans are making a come back. and i do have a few outfit ideas that would be exceptionally trendy if i had a pair of these. now i, like most, have had this conversation more than once- recently, “i will not do that again, some history should just not be repeated.”

maybe i’m wrong. maybe i should try it again. maybe it will work out in my favor and i will be the next America’s Top Model for Pointe North Community Church…

so i head down to the local wal-mart, ’cause you know they have everything i could possibly need to make my shopping experience enjoyable… grab a pair of skinny minis, in my size, and head to the dressing room.

first ladies, if you are size conscious, do not try this. ’cause you will be required to go up at least one size, quite possibly two. i was not well informed and in turn was not well equipped to deal with the outcome.

secondly, be aware that there are people outside of the dressing room that can hear everything you say inside the dressing room. so after struggling to get the, not my size, on- i look in the mirror and out loud i say “oh lawd no!” then follow it up with insane laughter, while i’m again struggling, this time to get them off. when i opened the dressing room door, the attendant’s face was as red as mine and she was avoiding eye contact! i went immediately to the check out for a dr. pepper (they were out of cherry coke).

oh well, i guess instead of bringing back the skinny jeans, i’ll have to relive history with my new knee length equestrian style velvet coat- in the color of mulberry, and the white lace bell sleeved shirt i bought to go with it.

purple rain, purple rain.

 

bring me your parent, preferably in one piece

last night was “the gathering”. a big youth event that happens the night before “see you at the pole”. it’s so the kids can get excited and prayed up for the next day. with every good gathering, there’s a concert. and with every good concert, there’s free giveaways! whoever can bring me a quarter from 1990… whoever can bring me a flip flop… you know the all the originals. okay so the guy says “whoever can bring me your parent”, so there i was half way across the auditorium from Justice, so i start power walking to meet him half way… he grabs me by the arm and starts dragging me down the aisle! he pulled me straight out my shoes yall! they were cute shoes too- shiny purple pumps with a pointed toe… whatarewetalkingabout? oh yeah. i looked like a kite, Justice the string. then we slid into home plate like it was for the winning run. so there i am literally face down at the altar… climbing up the front of the stage. with one shoe in one hand and one hand holding my shirt close to my chest, because i’m pretty sure the guy could see down to my waistline (he was standing 4 feet above me as i was laying on the floor). then he says to us “are you legit?” at this time i was not thinking- “oh you don’t think i look old enough to have a 12 year old, you dear sweet man” nu-uh i was thinking “dude, you better give me a shirt that is worthy of my suffering or i will see you out back when this is over! you won’t make it to the pole.” it worked. the shirt is cool and it’s my size. i’m wearing it now. my son’s shirt however we can share… together. oh well.

over all the evening was a success. our youth band played for the guest performer and they rocked as always. don’t accuse me of being biased because 3 of the band members i consider family- okay 1 of them really is, and i must say she rocks the most! moving on, mus’nt cry.

the morning however, brought back memories of my partying days. i have a swollen foot, a purple knee and a broke fingernail. yep, success!

okay i have something to say now

okay, not really. well, a little. it’s about small group. so i can’t say much because we all know “what’s said at small group, stays at small group”. but i can say that i’m looking forward to it. i have an amazing group of ladies in my group, only one of which i’ve known for a while. so i’m meeting new people, building new relationships, connecting, connecting. cal should be so happy.  you see, i’m truly an introvert by nature.

so we’re reading and discussing the book “Captivating”, which i have to admit, is not really in my giddy up*. i’ve started it before and put it down. but i wasn’t as nice back then. maybe this time i can read it with an open mind and accept it better. maybe i should get vincent to read it.

one more thing before i go… never mind, i lost it.

*stolen line from christi s.

nothing to say

okay so i’m speechless. i have no thoughts on anything note worthy. i’m tired again. ready for fall. ready for st. john’s basketball season (a real sport season). small group starts on friday. maybe then…

it is, after all, labor day

when i told my family that we would be cleaning yesterday i was met with groaning, complaining and questions much like “are you serious?” and “how early do we have to get up?”. my husband, of course, was not complaining, 1) this meant he could retreat to the shed and not be bothered, 2) we both enjoy watching our kids suffer!

so, we made a list- bathrooms, bedrooms, closets, the laundry room, and going through all the piles from the “extravaganza” to decide what went where and to who. (this was a whole days project all on its own)  we removed 5 33 gallon trash bags of… nothing  but clothing people! some grown out of, some not.

now to some most it would seem that the tasks at hand were routine and should be taken care on a regular basis. and their probably right. let’s move on shall we.

anyway, in the interest of time and boredom, let me close by saying- labor day has come and gone, but the laboring must continue. we did not complete our list and duties still remain. oh well. there’s always the 2 days we’re off for thanksgiving!

coming out of the closet

i’m sure you’ve read becky’s “passion for fashion” takeover. i have had that passion for years decades. and my closet(s) show it. have you seen 27 dresses? you know the part where she stuffs the dress into the closet and forces the door shut only to have to closet door spring open in utter refusal. that’s not just special effects. it’s reality tv. and something i deal with everyday. well everyday that i actually hang stuff up… addicts aren’t really tidy people.

so i have decided to move some things from the closet rack to the clearance rack. (where most of them came from anyway- i pay full price for nothing!!!) oh yes, i will be having my very own “how do i look/what not to wear” extravaganza. clothes will be gone through, gotten rid of and not replaced.

i am liquidating and downsizing. survival of the fittest you might say! only a chosen few will remain. those key pieces that can be worn anywhere at anytime with anything. and some other key pieces that make it possible for the above key pieces to be that versatile.

am i having a sale? oh i’ve pondered the idea of opening up my yard to wandering strangers and taking their money. first i think i will visit the local consignment shop and try my luck at that. but with what’s left… well let’s just say i’m hoping it doesn’t rain on my chosen saturday.

to add to my new found wild hair… i’ve decided that when i do purchase something new, i must part with 2 things old. this could quite possibly be one of the biggest dilemas in my fashion history. pray for me people. it’s things like this that drive a diva to… well make excuses for not purging… those 2 old things. i mean if green/brown/orange/red/navy is the new black, then isn’t old the new… new? oh my, i may have just hurt myself. i need a real coke-with cherry! 

moving on to accessories. i usually give these things to ladies i work with. this is something i can do without offense. not often do tempers flare or feelings get hurt when someone says “girl, you can’t wear a size 6 purse, you need a size 10!” 

in clothesing- ha! i was planning to embark on this adventure friday. which is normally my day off. but now i have to work. this upsets me terribly. (so much so that i bought a t-shirt today!) because now i may lose my nerve, my drive. the thrill will be gone and the adrenaline rush over. i don’t like waiting. good things don’t come, they get forgotten. i could start tonight at the close of this post, but i find myself exhausted from the mere planning of such an event. must go. need rest. where’s my new blanket…?!

yes i’m alive

well sort of. i draw breath, but i’m not sure you can call it living. i’m sick and tired and sick of being tired. i have no solice or peace. so i am going on a much needed retreat next week. while my kids are keeping it green at summer breakaway and my husband is keeping paid for at work, i will be keeping it quiet all by myself. my plan is to sleep, read, watch some much missed tv and then sleep some more. oh and there’s the pool!

i’m not going into too much detail, becasue there aren’t any. no plans, no schedules, no organizing, just resting.

my house is in total disarray, which grieves me deeply, but guess what… i’ll get over it on my trip!

so as long as it has been since my last post. it will be almost as long until my next one. which may be entitled “i would like to reserve another room please”.

final days

okay so as it turns out my vacation wasn’t so bad. friday and saturday were spent at the lake with friends. it was a great time to visit and connect. although now i am a little on the “sick” side. too much fun in such a short time wore me down!

so today is the start of the new week (actually that was yesterday, but i’m much more tired today because of yesterday). much to do so i must go. no rest for the working!

date night

i love date night. vincent and i go out to eat. that’s it. we don’t have limitations on conversation. we talk about business, church, the kids, whatever. not very many times do we get to leave moncks corner, but when we do we try to eat somewhere we haven’t been.  tonight we went to chili’s! don’t start with the “you small town people” junk. going out at all is a big deal for me. i got to wear my new sundress, we sat outside on the patio so i didn’t need a coat to enjoy my food and it was just… nice. anyway just wanted to share. oh and i think we are doing fireworks! see nice.