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

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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?