They Don't Call it "Cubicle Decor" for Nothing

What I stare at while in my cube...

I have a lava lamp in my cubicle.  I turn it on when I need some extra "umph" in my day.  It brightens up my cube and gives it a sexy ambiance. I would bring in a blacklight... But I don't have one. 

Those are jars of peanut butter and hazelnut spread.  I like to spread them on toast. Sometimes I get crazy and use both at the same time.  It's like Reece's pieces for breakfast.

Those cough drops have been on my desk since my cold last year.  I keep them around in case I'm out of gum.  It's better to smell like cherry cough drops in a meeting... rather than the onion sandwich I had at lunch.  At least that's what I think.

They Don't Call it "Wordless Wednesday" for Nothing

They Don't Call her "Tutu-licious" for Nothing

If I could write a letter to a certain piece of clothing... it would be the tutu.

Dear Tutu,

Why do you taunt me?  You are my weakness... my addiction and "need".  I have no self control when I see you... no restraint or discipline. You have turned the Chitlin's closet into a rainbow of tulle.  You have turned me into one of those crazy hoarders that are in constant denial...

"It's ok... we don't have this color." ....I whisper to myself softly. 

"At least it's not a closet full of breeding cats." ....I say a little louder.

"It's a closet full of magic and imagination." ...I state with a smile.

Please leave me alone dear tutu... you are making me crazy with all the ridiculous cuteness.

They Don't Call it "Work" for Nothing

Sometimes I get a little upset at work.  I mean... it wouldn't be called "work" if I was happy all the time, right?  That's why I feel really lucky to have the Mr. to vent to.  He always knows what to say... er, text.

Our Text Convo Yesterday

Me - Can I quit now?

The Mr. -  =) Maybe

Me - I would like to leave this place with my cubicle on fire and both middle fingers high up in the air.

The Mr. - =) One day

Me - Ok.  Well let me know so I can make sure to wear an offensive t-shirt that day.

The Mr. - =)

They Don't Call it "Hat Lovin" for Nothing

Bestie Jenn, the Chitlin, and Me

The Mr. considers himself to be quite fashionable.  Because of this, he never hesitates in giving me his opinion (and because of this I tend to like doing the opposite)  Lately, I've been really lovin hats.  For some reason, the Mr. doesn't quite understand...

The Mr. - "You've been wearing hats a lot lately."

Me - "Yea..."

The Mr. - "I stopped wearing hats... now you're wearing them?"

Me - "...."

The Mr. - "I don't think I like them."

Me - "Well, I like them."

The Mr. - "... you look like Blossom."

Nice try, sir...

They Don't Call it "Fashion Friday" for Nothing

Pretty Girl has left the office building.  Thanks to Co-Worker Bestie's super detective/stalker skills, we now know that what we knew would always happen, happened.  Pretty Girl moved on to bigger, better, prettier things.  I just hope her new office friends/stalkers will appreciate her as much as Co-Worker Bestie and me.

So who will we now turn to for fashion inspiration?!  Good thing there are plenty of good Fashion Blogs out there.

Fashiontoast.com

Co-Worker Bestie - "I think you will like this one... she's Asian."

Me - "....and she has ombre hair like me!" (except mine is a result of wanting to save moola and NOT because I'm ultra hip)

Co-Worker Bestie - "I'm going to try and re-create her outfit on page 4."

Me - "I will do the same... and then take pics of myself with my head tilted to the side and feet pointing inward."

             

Same, same? Happy Fashion Friday!

I Don't Call it "Third Times a Charm" for Nothing

Pam from Reviews She ROTE has awarded me The Versatile Blogger Award!  This is my 3rd time receiving this award which makes it extra special because 3 happens to be my FAVORITE number!  So, to keep up with the theme... I'm changing up the rules and mentioning 3 things about me and 3 of my favorite blogs.  Thanks again Pam!

3 Things About Moi

- After High School, I did Theatre and Dance for a few years before going to a Fashion College.
- I work in the Retail/Fashion Industry and sit/stare in a cubicle all day long.
- My cubicle is where I like to catch up on my favorite blogs.

3 of My Favorite Blogs (happen to be about 3 of my favorite things)

Mommy Blog
- Caffeinated OC Mommy

Photography Blog
- Love is Everywhere

Fashion Blog
- My Style Diaries

Well there you have it... All good things come in 3's.

They Don't Call it "Girls Weekend" for Nothing.

We are besties. We grow up. We move away. But we never change.

The girlies flew in for the weekend and we had a blast.  We reminisced, acted silly, laughed, and got to do something we rarely get to do... all spend time together. We've been besties for years and have shared many, many memories.

Then:

Now:



It's nice to know that friendships never change and that we are STILL... the drunk chicks at the bar. (Except for Bestie Jess... because it's frowned upon to be the drunk chick at the bar when you're pregnant)

I Don't Call it "My Nemesis" for Nothing

There are many things that have given me trouble as a new Mommy.  My biggest nemesis? The stroller.  Those things are NOT easy.  They're big, heavy, have tricky switches/levers/thingies ... and I ALWAYS have trouble figuring them out.  I can pop them open, but I can never collapse them, no matter how big or small. 

Our Big Stroller.
It was our first stroller and perfect for newborn Chitlin.  We went on our first walk together in it...  and I struggled to get it to collapse in our front yard when we got home.  I stood there pulling and stepping on things until the neighborhood ladies came over to help give it a try.  It took 3 grown women, pulling and tugging, to NOT get that thing to collapse, and finally give up. The Mr. came home half an hour later and did it in two seconds.

Our Little Stroller.
The simple umbrella stroller.  The Chitlin and I went to the mall and I just couldn't figure it out.  It took me only 5 minutes to give up and throw that thing (in all it's popped up open glory) in the spacious trunk of my car.  I got home and the Mr. figured it out in a second.

I like to credit his mechanical skills on this and not him having superior maternal skills.

We Dont' Call her "Daddy's Little Girl" for Nothing

The Chitlin is Daddy's little girl. I feel bad for the first boy who comes to our door and even worse for the last man to walk through it....

6 months old.
When the Chitlin was 6 months old we went to visit our Couple Besties who have a little boy about 7 months older than the Chitlin. 

Girl Couple Bestie - "Wouldn't it be adorable if they grow up to be best friends and then boyfriend and girlfriend?"

We both sat there smiling and imagining how cute it would be .... Later on...

The Mr. - "That's never happening...no boyfriends!"

10 months old.
Sitter Bestie was telling us how her neighbor has a little boy around the same age as the Chitlin and they were over playing.

Sitter Bestie - "It was so cute...they were hugging and playing... She has a little boyfriend."

Me - "How adorable!"

Later on....

The Mr. - "Is this a girl thing to think it's so cute. .....No boyfriends!"

(Present day) 16 months old.
It was hot over the weekend and we were getting ready to go to the beach.  My sister had gotten the Chitlin a little bikini and grass skirt when she went to Hawaii.  I thought it would be fun for her to try it on.

the Mr. - (took one look, got angry and said....) "No bikinis!"

Me - "....and no boyfriends."

The Chitlin is going to have to explain her Daddy to those boys when she gets older....