Note to self -

Take produce number sticker off of apple (mmm, honeycrisp) before chomping into morning snack.

Yeah, I was cool over ten years ago.

I got a link to Sticars.com from Daily Candy. They sell cool magnets that you can stick on your car to give it personality.

I did the same thing, but with real, well, sticky stickers when I was in high school. I drove a baby blue '89 Plymouth Horizon that had a lot of personality issues, but was very cute and spunky looking after being decorated with a couple of big 70s style daisy stickers. I had a big foot wide one on the hood -- placed off to the side near the shield like a beauty mark, and another on the gas tank.

It wasn't overdone, and people smiled when I drove by (unlesss there was something noxious leaking from the car). I lived in a fairly small town back then, and all the kids at my school(s) and at our local concerts recognized the car as mine.

I don't know how much personality one can give a small SUV, but I'm thinking about trying.

Okay, so a lot has happened...

Since I last (more or less) posted...

1. My husband was in an accident (he was fine, just scared of my wrath ;>) that ended up totalling my pretty purple Mustang. ::sigh:: I'm just about over crying whenever I think about it.
2. In between wrecking the car and buying a new one, we had a rental and then a loaner from Levi's boss. Yeah, that was awesome.
3. So, we had to buy a new car. Now, I'm driving a Subaru Forester. It's green and looks just like every other car in New Jersey.
4. Levi turned 28 & I turned 29. We celebrated by going into NYC for a day, wandering about Central Park, sharing carrot cake cheesecake, and seeing the matinee of Avenue Q. It was hilarious and we had a great day.
5. I totally got knocked up. That's probably the most interesting thing that happened.

I'm famous!

Okay, so maybe not really, but my friend Martha really is, and I'm on her blog. Thank you, Martha, for not putting up any of the really unflattering pics Levi took of me.

All spotty. Again.

Went to the allergist today. Was ambushed w/skin test pricker things. Am now spotty and loopy.

They didn't warn me about getting actual testing done today, so I'd taken my normal OTC meds. My allergies are so wicked cool that I got all spotty and itchy, anyway.

Have lungs of 20 year old. Am very close to 29. Take that social smoking!

And I get to go back in two weeks for more testing w/out meds. The fun never ends around here!

Free Hugs!

We just got home from the Westfield Spring Fling, and there were kids there doing the Free Hugs thing. I got a hug from a cute little red head punky boy. :)

So... I had a lot of food. Levi and I split a grilled cheese sandwich made w/cornbread pancake looking things, a really good cupcake from Bovella's Pastry Shoppe, fried Oreos (kind of gross), and shrimp on a stick (yum). Levi also had a pulled pork sandwich that looked a bit stomach turning. It was getting pretty hot and crowded by the time we left, so we ran through Starbucks for a couple of cold drinks.

Oh! And I got to try on some of the Masai Barefoot Technology shoes at Scott's. I'm going to get some as soon as I decide which style/color I like best.

Rassinfrassin Shopping

So, I had a WHOLE HALF HOUR to spend shopping by myself tonight before I had to pick Levi up. I've been wanting to at least get a new shirt or two so I look cute this weekend, so I decided to go to Kohls (20% off coupon!) and look around.

My credit cards have been living in my freezer and after about five minutes away from my house, I realized that I didn't have my Kohl's charge in my wallet. You can't get the discount w/out the card. So, I had to turn around and go home. That didn't take long and I got to the store pretty fast.

I found three 1X tops that I liked in the fat lady section and on XL summer sweater in the misses section. And one pair of gray dress pants in 16W (fat lady section), because my 20s died a long time ago and I've been wearing black everyday. Which is depressing and limits what tops I can wear to work. But, anyway.

The good news? The 1X shirts were all too big. And the pants were okay, but not the right cut for me. But the regular sized person XL fit funny, too. So, I didn't get any of it.

I couldn't even find any earrings or a purse that I liked.

I suspect that I'm deformed. I know I'm lacking in cute new accessories.

I'm an addict...

I'm an addict to, specifically, Whoppers (the malted milk ball kind, not the BK variety) and Reese's Peanut Butter Eggs.

Easter is mean.

I just want to note...

That getting your period when off the pill is very different from getting your period while on the pill.

And that's all I'm going to say about that.

10 Things You Might Not Know / Who Wants to Play Tag?

Via: http://alisonpace.typepad.com/

1. I read a lot. I'm actually reading an Alison Pace book right now.
2. I love to draw, but haven't in months.
3. I had a craniectomy when I was six months old. My scar runs from the top of my head to my right ear. My head feels weird and I love to make people touch it.
4. I'm constantly injuring myself. Last night, I dropped a window on the top of my head. On the bit in front of my scar, actually. I cried when my husband laughed at me for standing there with the window resting on my head. It still hurts.
5. I never wear opened toe shoes because I have an irrational fear of something happening to my toes.
6. My right leg is shorter than my left. When I was younger, I had a heel lift to put in my shoe. I have no idea where that thing is now, though.
7. I think my right boob is bigger than my left, though. Odd, that.
8. I have scoliosis and really should have that checked out because it's getting noticeable. It's been well over 10 years since I've had treatment.
9. I married my high school sweetheart. In November, we'll have been together for 12 years -- married for 8.
10. I tell my husband that I want our future kids to have green eyes like me, but I secretly hope for at least one dark brown eyed baby.

If you have a blog and you’ve just read this, you have to go write ten things about yourself on your blog. Yes, really, you’re it.

Otters holding hands...

Oh, the cuteness.

Gift giving is also hard...

Gift giving is also hard when you're trying not to shop.

My father's birthday was February 23rd. For Christmas, I gave him two nice sweaters and a giftcard for Sam's Club. Oh, and a tin of handmade chocolate dipped Oreos. And was whined at because the gift didn't live up to his expectations. Usually, I buy my dad something weird or fancy. Last Christmas, though, we had just moved to New Jersey, I didn't have a job, and I didn't even have a car most of the time.

And did I mention that my mother was visiting when he called to say thanks and whine at me? Like I wasn't already stressed enough...

Because of these high expectations, I'd been looking for months trying to figure out what to send him. Nothing seemed right. Or something seemed really cool, but was about 10 times my budget. It was a pisser.

Finally, I decided to just send a big box of handmade treats. I figure I can try again on Father's Day.

I ended up sending Man-Catcher Brownies. And OMG, they are the best damn brownie ever. The day he received the box, he called and said, "Did you make these!?!" No hello or how are you, just, "Did you make these!?!"

I think they were a hit.

::Sigh::

Another thing that I've been working on is my shopaholic tendencies.

I am really really sad right now, because Lucky Accessories is running a 30% off everything on their site w/code Spring07. I have the woodland peapod necklace and earrings and they're absolutely gorgeous.

Wouldn't one of the reminder necklaces w/the word "spark" look totally awesome?

Shopping w/out buying sucks.

When Irish Eyes Are Smiling

When Irish Eyes Are Smiling
Chauncey Olcott and George Graff, Jr.

There's a tear in your eye,
And I'm wondering why,
For it never should be there at all.
With such pow'r in your smile,
Sure a stone you'd beguile,
So there's never a teardrop should fall.
When your sweet lilting laughter's
Like some fairy song,
And your eyes twinkle bright as can be;
You should laugh all the while
And all other times smile,
And now, smile a smile for me.

When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they steal your heart away.

For your smile is a part
Of the love in your heart,
And it makes even sunshine more bright.
Like the linnet's sweet song,
Crooning all the day long,
Comes your laughter and light.
For the springtime of life
Is the sweetest of all
There is ne'er a real care or regret;
And while springtime is ours
Throughout all of youth's hours,
Let us smile each chance we get.

When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they steal your heart away.

A great big year of great big change.

I guess you could say that this is the year I'm going to grow up. A little. :)

There's been a lot of stuff I've wanted to change in my life, but never really had the will, nerve, or whatever it takes to actually follow through. This year, though, I've decided that it's finally time. There are a lot of little things that need to be fixed, but right now I'm focusing on two big things. The first is my health.

I decided that I'm tired of being overweight. In no particular order:

I'm tired of hurting my body. Looking at my stretchmarks makes me feel so stupid. I'm tired of feeling and looking so much older than my cute girlfriends. (Okay, so that one is stemming from jealousy.) I'm tired of shopping in the plus sized old lady section. I'm not even 30, but I've been a plus for a loooong time. I'm tired of having to buy mens L or XL shirts.

I want a baby. I want to be stong and healthy when carrying little him or her. I want to be able to buy maternity clothes that aren't enormous. I want my belly to actually be baby. It would be nice to take pics that don't have the gross frontal waist dent that I'm sporting now. I want to be able to chase that kid and not have people think, "Wow, she moves pretty quick for a fat girl."

I want to go out with my sister and feel fabulous instead of frumpy. She's so gorgeous and smart. I'm completely in awe of the woman she's grown up to be.

When I was in high school, a friend told me I move like a ballerina. I was 17 and that's stuck with me. I want to feel that easy confidence again.

I've worked so hard for so long at being quiet and hidden. I've had enough of that.

Weight/Inches Lost

As of 3/12/07:
23 pounds
28 inches

Yes, I know I'm weird.

Just watching Ben Lee drink tea makes me happy.

I've been lucky enough to see him play live twice, and got him to autograph cds for my sister and I. He's so cute and wee in person, too.

And since then?

Down 12 pounds and (holy crap!) 16 inches.

Holy crap, that's a big number...

I was just playing with this site (which I like), to see what the masses and medical professionals think I should weigh. Lately, I've been thinking a lot about weightloss and what exactly my goals should be for the future.

It's hard. I've come up with a number that I think is a good and healthy choice. It's a lot less than I weigh now. A lot less.



I'll post more about it later.

ETA: The ticker originally said 70 pounds to go.

I hate radiators.

I especially hate radiators that sound like they are breathing. The one in my den must have a hidden nose. A nose that are whistles, squeeks, and wheezes whenever it breathes in and out.

HATE!