It’s that day of shopping days. That day where you go and fight and get those deals. And add all to cart.
You know when you’re driving and you pull up to a red light alongside other cars, and in the car beside you you see that person? There’s that person who is blasting music, bobbing their head, drumming their hands, and is clearly singing as loud as possible. Either unaware or not caring that people are watching them, they make faces, act out all the bits of the song, and wait with anticipation for the guitar or drum solo acting it out on their steering wheel.
That person is me.
Janis Joplin, Rolling Stones, ’70s hits, and Queen. Yup.
For the record, my driving is superbly precise – I just do it while having a one woman dance party.
Now that we’re in the deep throes of Winter, I’m drawn to simple, monochromatic, and cozy. Layers, layers, layers – that’s the name of the game. Chunky knits and things that pile on to add warmth.
Basically, I’m turning myself into a big marshmallow puff ball, if possible.
Chasing a toddler around the house to get cuddles is one of my favorite activities. It’s a little bit of joy to get the kisses and hugs, and it’s a little bit of vengence too.
See, they make you do things you’re not keen on all the time, and bugging them back a little to get something you want is a tiny little parental rebellion.
I was engaging in this activity, while saying, “Give me some sugar!”
Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks, turned to me. Gave me a death stare and a super cute toddler furrowed brow, “No! No sugar for you Mama!”
I tried to looked appropriately put in my place. Managed to hold it until she turned her back, at which point I giggled silently to myself at being reprimanded by a three year old.
Netflix, the on demand tv subscription, provides suggestions based on what you watch. I think Netflix must be seriously concerned about my mental health. Either that or it thinks I’m a morbid, serial killing, pedophile, with a post-apocalyptic obsession. Oh and Buffy – ’cause my Mom watched that while she was here.
“Because you watched The Following” – it recommends documentaries, reality tv shows, and movies all about serial killing.
“Because you watched Cabin In The Woods” – it recommends every horror show and movie ever.
“Because you watched Dual Survivor” – it’s recommended tons of reality and fiction apocalyptic and ‘prep for the apocalypse’ shows.
“Because you watched Daniel Tigers Neighborhood, Super Why, and Dora”- it recommends all the children’s shows.
Yeah. I’m pretty sure that Netflix not only thinks of me as a disturbed individual with violent, apocalyptic, and children’s obsessions, but it actively promotes those obsessions.
I’m kind of embarrassed to show anyone my Netflix account. More than my underwear drawer. At least that’s all clean. My Netlfix recommendations on the other hand….
Last week we broke the “No white after labor day rule.” Today we’re breaking, “No red lipstick during the day.” Next week we’re breaking the rule that says, “Never mix metal.”
I chose a cooler more pink hued shade of red as I find it looks better on my a yellow red. And I kept the rest of the outfit intentionally low key and laid back. How’d you guys do?
Link up your outfit post, Twitter picture, Instagram picture, Facebook photo, whatever link showcasing your rebellious style.
It seems that women *the teens and early twenties variety especially* seem to forget that leggings are not pants. They are leggings. A hybrid between tights and pants. Therefore you should always remember one thing: cover your ass! Ladies, regardless of how nice or well scuplted you deem your derriere, please cover it when wearing leggings.
Too many a time have I walked behind a young woman on the metro and seen the exact shade and shape of her underwear through the bum she presented to me underneath her leggings. It’s not a view I particularly enjoy with my morning coffee. I don’t want to see it, and while there are some who do, please for the sake of the rest of us keep it off the public metro and streets by just doing me one little favor: cover your butt.