I suck

I was doing so good, keeping up with this. I will do better once the holidays are over...

Vote or no whining

It's Election Day. Get your asses out to the polls and vote.
You may only bitch about the crap going on if you voted.
Remember: they're all evil. Choose the lesser evil.

Turn yo' clocks back, bitches!

OH. THANK. GOD.
I was seriously about to have a breakdown. Thank whoever made the DST change for me keeping my sanity. I have been off since we turned the clocks ahead, and now I have hope that I will be able to function in the morning again.

I also have the hope that I can get the kid on a better sleep/wake schedule. My 5 year old son can stay up until 1 am (not that I let him) and will sleep until 11:30 am (yeah, my husband lets him). I was a party girl in my 20s and now am a sleep-loving mommy in my 30s. I have no inclination to stay up past 10 pm on any given night, and even go to bed at 9 pm if I get the (rare) chance. So, it's back to the infant years of scheduling, tight scheduling. Get the boy up at this time, eat at these times, brush the teeth and lay down at this time. Let's see how this goes.

Halloweenies!

I'm gonna teach you a Halloween song from my childhood.

"Five little pumpkins sitting on a gate
The first one said, OH MY it's getting late!
The second one said, There are witches in the air!
The third one said, Well we don't care!
The fourth one said, Let's run and run and run!
The fifth one said, Are you ready for some fun?
OOO-ooo went the wind and out went the lights
and the five little pumpkins rolled out of sight."

Add your own hand and arm movements.
Love. it.

What's grosser than gross?

Talking on your cell in a public bathroom.
Seriously, is it THAT important?
The answer is no.

Streams of conciousness

I want a caramel apple so bad right now.
I hate when customers don't just take my word for it.
I love thick knee socks. The main girl in Glee has the right idea with the skirts with knee socks. Adorable.
I still haven't mowed the lawn. Must do it this weekend.
Weis Ranch dressing is good.
I'm listening to a British guy on a conference call right now. Love British accents.
It's 2:43 and I still haven't gone to lunch.
I would really like to go to Sonoma CA for a wine tasting.

Need. Time. Change.

Super random today.

Everywhere around me, people are saying how very tired they are. Theory: we would have turned the clocks back this past week, but don't until 11/1, and our bodies need it to be back now. Or maybe because I changed my sheets last night and I LOVE sleeping in the freshy sheets. Forgot I had these, too. Found them in my linen closet. It's those little things...

How can men talk about baseball and football so much? I have mastered the art of tuning out at work. All men + me = bored out of my skull.

I miss Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Oh!
You now have my permission to wear boots.

The Dude

Five years ago today, I met the love of my life - I gave birth to the most beautiful little boy that ever was. Five years. Whoever said you fall in love right then and there was right. I can't imagine ever feeling the same way about anyone ever. My sweet baby. Where does the time go?

Remember my name!

Went to see FAME on Saturday. Meh.
Remakes stink.
It wasn't a shot-for-shot or anything, and I know originals are almost always better than remakes, but I had high hopes. Oh well. Not enough character development, and no iconic dancing-in-the-street scene. I KNOW.
On a good note, the music was good, the dancing was good. The character Denise, who sings "Fame", "Out Here on My Own", and a few others is fantastic. I hope she has a very lucrative career, cause that girl's got pipes.
Something great came out of it, though. We found a new place to see movies. The Newton Theatre has been renovated by the same guy who redid the Lafayette in Suffern and the theater in Teaneck, and is just lovely. Tickets are only $7 for any show, any day, any time. AND! There's an organ player, live, before the show. Love. It.

There must be some Toros in the atmosphere

Because BRRR! It's cold in here!
I never said I wasn't a dork :)

Seriously, fall finally hit today, and I looked out at my unmowed lawn, the leaves that are starting to need raking (I can just mow over them, right?), and the weeds that need that final wacking. And really, I have no motivation.
Dear reader asks, don't you have a husband to do this?
Yes, but the amount of nagging that has to go into it is exhausting, and honestly, I don't mind mowing. It's like 4 trips to the gym in 2 hours. Weed wacking is another story, as it involves balancing treacherously on a 90 degree hill and possibly having to interact with the mean neighbors. So hopefully I can cajole him into that, at least.

BUT! With the fall comes apple picking (which we did on Saturday), and thus, apple baked goodness. Okay, I'll need to mow to make up for what I will consume in delicious hot applelyness. Mmmm.

Over-hovering

I just got my ass handed to me by a co-worker because I don't understand why parents have to be up their childrens' butts.
What?
Okay. So apparently now, every parent has to go to every practice of every activity their child does. Regardless of age. And if you don't, you don't love your kid and are un-supportive. Seriously? What happened to riding your bike to soccer practice (during daylight hours) and coming home when it's over. Why does everyone have to go to practice? It's not a game. That's another story. But really, I didn't want my parents watching me learn (and not always do well at) sporty things. That's why it's PRACTICE. So you can show off when you have an actual event and not until then. The only parents on the field were the coaches. It was AWFUL if your parent showed up. Horribly embarrassing. And IF you were lucky enough for your parent to drop you off and pick you up, that was it, just part of a busy day.
But to have to leave work early so both parents could sit there and watch (bored out of their minds) to watch a practice - it's ridiculous.

Don't get me wrong. Little little kids (3 - 7 yrs old or so) shouldn't be on their own. These coaches and assistants are screened and fingerprinted for a reason. But to have to attend every waking moment of your 10 year old's is silly. And we wonder why kids are so bad these days. They're not allowed to develop without Mommy and Daddy pandering to every little fart. It's called over-parenting. Hovering. SMOTHERING.

Duh

Note to self: when making blackened cod (steak, chicken, etc.), open the windows BEFORE cooking.

Crazy behavior

Nyquil makes me crazy.
I stayed at my parents' house last night because 1) I haven't had a good night's sleep in weeks, 2) they live 5 minutes from my office and I live an hour from my office, and 3) my mom make cashew chicken for dinner. So yesterday morning, I'm packing my overnight bag in a Nyquil haze. I packed for today's office wear my cute little brown and cream giraffe-print dress (never needs to be ironed, yay) and what I THOUGHT were my brown Mary Jane pumps.
No.
I packed one brown shoe and one purple.
What to do? What to do?
My mother's shoes are completely unacceptable for borrowing. She pretty much only has sneakers.
Can't go in barefoot. No shirt, no shoes, no service.
That left...
the brown sandals I keep in my car.
Yes, dear reader, I am wearing open toed shoes, and hanging my head in shame.
BUT! At least I am not wearing stockings. THAT is unforgivable.

Ugh

I hate being sick. I hate it. And especially right now, when everyone's all swine flu-crazy, it's annoying. I stayed home from Saturday evening until this morning, and I walk into work, rested and feeling better, and I get the hex sign from my co-workers. Seriously, it's just a cold, people! And I stayed home so none of you could complain that I gave it to you! I'm even offering to lick your fork or cough on your phone if you want to go home early. Sheesh. You think you're doing someone a favor...

Anyway, here I am. Drinking tea and water by the buckets, visiting the Ladies' Room hourly, trying to cough into my elbow (what?) and anti-bacterializing everything.

I am however, wearing new earrings I just got from Premier Designs. We had a Ladies' Nite jewelry party a few weeks ago, and as hostess, I got to pick a few items for FREE (yay!). Pretty pretty. So that makes me feel just a little bit better.

Money, money, money

In my quest to climb out of the monstrous debt hole I've fallen into, I've found several interesting ways to make little bits of extra cash, and save the cash I have. Nothing illegal, mind you, just trying to think out of the box. So, I will be blogging about some of the things I do, put in referral links and recommendations. None of these are scams, or I wouldn't be doing them. All of them have paid out so far.

So, feel free to click away and try your hand at having a little extra. Gotta find some way to keep pushing myself away from the frumpy and towards the fashionable.

You'll see one of my posts is my Swidget. This is a widget will will take you to Swag Bucks, a neat way to earn, well, "swag bucks", which can be traded in for various items like gift cards, CDs, clothing, tickets, etc. All you have to do is use it as a search engine. I've gotten some neat stuff from here, including a $25 Restaurant.com gift card for just clicking. Seriously. Try it, they give you a few swag bucks when you sign up! I'm putting a referral link on the side here. Click click click!

Another day, another holler

It's colder today in lovely (I mean that) northwest NJ. Probably about 50 degrees. Leaves are turning, the dew on the grass is cold instead of refreshing. This means... NO MORE OPEN TOED SHOES!

Usually, I keep my own rule of no open toes after 9/11, but it was 80 degrees for the past few days, and honestly, I just wanted to wear my cute little kitten-heeled sandals just a few more times. But alas, when I stepped out the door this morning in my Nike flip-flops (I'll explain that in a moment), my little tootsies practically shrieked at the drop in temperature. I almost ran back inside for some more substantial footwear, but it was running late and the road was calling.

So, I put my 3-inch-heeled Mary Janes in my bag and headed out.

Now, don't get confused. No more open toed shoes DOES NOT mean it's boot time. Boots are not allowed (by me) until at least Columbus Day. It's just plain old silly to wear espadrilles one day and suede the next. There has to be an in-between. And this is it.

As far as the flip-flops - I am not the daintiest of ladies. I have a heavy foot on the gas and brake pedals in my car, and years of wearing out the back of the heel on my right-foot shoes has finally taught me to not wear good shoes while driving. Thus, flip-flops in the warm weather, and sneakers in the cool. Sometimes, sometimes, the hideous slip-on rubber heeled house slippers. But we don't let anyone see those. Shhh.

Who am I to say these things?
I am...the Frumpy Fashionista.

My Swidget

Bottom of my page. Sign up, search, and WIN!

Big dreams, little cash

So here's my blog. I'm a tall, skinny model hiding in an average (read: chunky, not tall, not short), frumpy body. I have a passion for fashion, but no stash of cash to fuel it with. This is a place for me to rant and rave about fashion, tv, life, food, etc.

I don't know if I'm even that interesting. I mean, I am in my head. I'm friggin' hilarious in my head. But on paper (screen?), I don't know.

We'll just have to see, shall we?