Day 267

Baseball Stuff!!

I went to a baseball game. Rockies (obviously).
Crazy tongue did not.

Things I love:

• Corn Dogs
• Dippin' Dots
• Fireworks
• Crazy Tongue

Day 266

Date night.
With the husband.
In suburbia.

Please ignore the mess to the right of me. We're painting our entryway wall "Chipotle Paste".

My work here is done.

Day 265

100 days left!

Please send all congratulatory e-gift cards to swearingoffshopping@gmail.com  No? Too soon? Comments are equally almost as encouraging.

In addition, the end of June is one of the best times to get amazing deals on clothes. They're dropping prices and pushing out the summer stuff to make room for fall apparel at this very second. I can't shop, but you should!  No. Really. Get off your computer. Go. Now.

Do it for me... I can't allow myself within a mile of any mall, so it's the least you could do. Why are you still reading?  I'm not kidding. Go get your wallet.

Day 264

I left my house just once today to exercise. Well twice, if you count taking Nugget and his lady friend for a walk.  I decided to look away because, for reasons I am unable to explain, I chose to take this picture post workout. You're welcome.

On a much more important note, I'm giving you a really good reason to buy something:  http://www.wildfiretees.com/ Please keep the victims of the Colorado Wildfires in your thoughts, and do a little rain dance for the state of Colorado.

Day 263

If I'm making this the new most commonly used picture spot, I should maybe put something in that empty frame behind me. Suggestions welcome.

Day 262

Things I am working on:

1. Not talking while taking a blog picture.
2. Not shopping.
3. Being awesome.

Day 261

When it's over 100 degrees outside, a light strapless dress is necessary. I legitimately hate this posing thing, but after 261 days, I imagine awkward poses are what you expect from me. Maybe I need a Tyra Banks intervention... I would "smise", but you know how I feel about direct eye contact.

Sunday fun day people... get after it.

Day 260

Doggie Pool Party

That's a totally normal thing to do on a Saturday, right?

Swimsuits are outfits too. I should know. I have over 30 of them. 

(I admit, that does suggest I have an addiction. Well, had.)

Oh, and that's Emma. Nugget's lady friend...  

She's staying with us while her parents are off enjoying their honeymoon.

Day 259

I visited several places while running errands today, and for some reason the entire world insisted on calling me "Hun". Maybe it was out of pity because I looked disheveled as a result of undone hair and no make up. Maybe I appear to be someone who enjoys when strangers displace affectionate nicknames on me. Or maybe, they all assumed that's what my parents named me. I mean, I obviously look exactly like Jessica Alba in the role of a dance teacher/choreographer for urban kids and Missy Elliot circa 2003. (Imagine their embarrassment when they verified my ID.)

Regardless, I'm sorry random store employees - Do I know you? I can assure you, we are not related in any way, and your condescending use of the word "hun" does not make me like you...  It actually makes me think I should have put a little more effort into getting ready before I left the house. It also makes me want to say something along the lines of, "Thanks punkin' butt" as I gather my bag of purchases and head out the door. That'll teach you not to use affectionate pet names with someone you don't even know.

Day 258

Adam: Can I buy a new computer?

Me: Can I buy new clothes?

Adam: Okay.

Me: So, we're good then?

Adam: *shakes his head and walks away*

Me: Good talk.




Dear Adam,
If you feel like you need a new computer, maybe we could just  rit dye your old one instead? It made my old clothes feel new again...
Or we could sell your old one first.  
Any takers?  I can't tell you anything about it - except that it's a mac. God knows it wouldn't be anything else.

Day 257

I'm smiling on the inside.

No. That is a straight up lie.

The side of my face you can't see is still recovering from the 2 hours I spent in the dentist's chair today, and the voice inside my head you can't hear is still coping with what I'd like to think is PTTD, or post traumatic teeth disorder - if that's a thing.

At least I still have my shadow.  Be jealous, Peter Pan.

Day 256

Road trip attire, Round 2... it's good to be home.

I could clearly use a nap, and possibly a shower.

Day 255

I keep trying to prove Murphy's Law with my teeth, and it's actually way more expensive than shopping.  I won't say any more than that because I'm thinking about putting it all into the book I'm writing. It's an epic saga, with at least 4 chapters to date. I'm hoping it becomes a best seller because I can't pay off debt if I have to keep paying my dentist like this...

Let it be known, on this day [255], I'm swearing off of Murphy's Law as well. Also, if you know this Murphy character... tell him I'm looking for him.

Day 254

Today, I went mini golfing with my family...  I took 4th.

Happy Father's Day to my Dad, and all Dad's... but mostly mine.

Sunday blog post.

Check.

Day 253

Bridesmaid!  Try and find me... it's like Where's Waldo.

Day 252

A little change of scenery, some river dance moves, and quite a few more beverages...

Day 251

Thursday's are the new Friday's...

Day 250

Haaave you met Ted?

Photo courtesy of my brother.

Day 249

Me.          ---------------->

Day 248

My mom gets photography credit for this picture. I guess you could say she brings out this side of me.

Actually, this side of me is all her... and, you're welcome.

Day 247

Oh, hey.

Check it out... more overly reflective workout apparel.

Day 246

Photo Courtesy of Dad

Sometimes, you have to take your blog picture with a camera phone because you are standing in a flower pot in the middle of the town where you grew up.

Day 245

Road Trip.  Well, post road trip. After 14 hours in the car, my dog looks better than I do, so... there's that.

Day 244

Headless Thursday.
Is that a thing?

Day 243

Nugget and I wore this to the vet today. There, we found out he has a double ear infection and is slightly overweight. Tomorrow, instead of going for 1 walk, we'll be going for 3... Probably wouldn't hurt either one of us to throw a run in there either. Swimsuit season is here, and I want to make sure Nugget feels confident in his.

Day 242

Hi there. I wore this to dinner with some friends. Consider yourself caught up on Day 242.

Day 241

Meet my favorite workout crops. My husband pretends he doesn't know me if I wear them when we go to the gym... and at the gym, it's about 50-50 between facial expressions that read what the hell are those (mostly males and judgmental cougars) and "OMG I sooo love your crops, where did you get them?" (valley girls, obvs)

I think they're bad ass. I don't care which half you fall into, but if you're totes the "OMG they're amaze, I want some" - well then, I love you.

Nugget doesn't care about my crops, he just wants my used water bottle... he likes to DESTROY them to prove he's a man even though he pees like a girl...  He totally dominated it, just as I have dominated the weight room whilst not caring what people think about what I'm wearing while I'm there.

Day 240

I'm not sure what happened when I got dressed today... the shirt is the result of rit dye gone wrong, it's blotchy, but I liked the color so I figured it was okay to wear it on a Sunday spent doing house projects. The shorts are just comfortable, and I wore the shoes for a couple hours to break them in for a wedding I'm in in a couple of weeks (It's still a toss up between these and another pair). I have no explanation for the way that I'm standing... Did you see that? Complete honesty. No one, not even you dresses up in an acceptable outfit every day.  Sometimes you do stuff like this.  Admit it.

Day 239

I spent most of the day working on the house in shorts and an old T-shirt, but threw this on around 7pm to go to a movie with the Husband... nothing spectac, but it is what it is.

Day 238

I couldn't come up with Five Facts today...

Here's one though. I convinced my husband that we should have a nostalgic cereal party for dinner tonight, and he agreed to it.  This is amazing because a) I don't have to cook, b) he is a health freak who normally opposes these ideas, and c) it means I get to eat cinnamon toast crunch, or possibly peanut butter captain crunch... I haven't decided, but either way there will be crunch involved.