Last week I got to live up the
bachelor lifestyle. Staying up past midnight, having dinner with friends, and
watching whatever I wanted on Netflix.
Well, not really. I stayed up late
every night because I was having a hard time sleeping. I had dinner with
friends to avoid not being able to sleep and really hating cooking lately. And Netflix? I didn’t turn it on
once. I was all about the NatGeo youtube channel. More specifically, The Dog Whisperer. A few silent tears were shed, I'm not going to lie.
Kh was out of town and I mostly
just caught up on work.
This past weekend we did some of
this.
And this.
We also saw Insidious 2 and went out to eat a lot. I'm in a "stay out of the kitchen and don't go near the stove" kind of mood lately.
And then I made her go shopping
with me on Sunday.
My loot included:
2 new pairs of flats
3 pairs of leggings
one tank top with a crochet bottom hem
one black cardigan
one tunic with a pattern on it
I put a little color in my wardrobe.. Kind of.
Boomm. Bandit style.
Now I’ve been bit by the shopping
bug and just want to buy sweaters and boots.
It's 9pm and I can't wait for bed. My insomnia has been creeping back in, forcing me to get very little, to extremely terrible sleep every night. I'm a creature that needs at least 9 hours of sleep or I'm useless and cranky. So, I'm useless and cranky right about now.
Before Kh went away for work this week, we decided to get breakfast at a cafe right down the street from our house. Followed by a quick stop at the pastry shop next door to it.
I'm in love. Lemon flaky pastry bar, where have you been all my life?
Kh had her birthday earlier in the month, and I decided to turn every weekend this month into an extended birthday celebration for her. So far it's working out quite well.
Last Friday night we went to our favorite bar, one we don't get to frequent to often. I managed to put 5 Dark and Stormy's to my face. Five.
Saturday morning I affectionately referred to them as Devils Juice. All the while Kh told me I wreaked of ginger beer. I guess that's better than rum, like some drunken sailor.. eh?
I finished up most of my work earlier in the day, so we could head up to Salem and spend the rest of the day eating.
Our first stop was Salem Willows. It's essentially a boardwalk with arcades, and varying food stands. Chinese food to ice cream, they have any form of disgusting food you'd want. Including fried oreos. It reminds me of the Jersey Shore.. Except not.
Fried shrimp, a hot dog and fries.. Destroyed it. Afterward we were chatting away when I catch a glimpse of something creeping up behind us. I figured it was another person that doesn't understand personal space, but no.. It was this creeping seagull.
I threw my shrimp tails at him, the first one hitting him square upside the head. He barely even flinched, and it took him a while to go after it.
To work off some of the food we just inhaled, and make room for ice cream we played in the arcades.
Kh had her fortune told by Zoltan. Who had a complete contradiction to the other fortune teller mannequin head. She told me my lucky color was white. I'd probably have to disagree.
After sufficiently eating everything and playing every game ever, including pinball which apparently I'm fantastic at, we went to our other favorite spot to visit while in Salem.
They have a cheese plate that I'm pretty much in love with. Particularly the mustard ale cheese. I wanted to order 4 chunks of it and squirrel it away in my purse. Kh found it online for $20 a wheel.. She always ruins all my fun.
I was that person eating bread and drinking gluten free beer. I wanted to find another option so I didn't feel quite as sick/bloaty afterward. I completely threw my low carb/low sugar diet out the window over the weekend, and damn was I glad to.
This weekend I have another fun plans set into motion, but I'm keeping them hush hush. Loose lips sink ships.
I’ve mentioned it about a million
times, but this coming Friday I leave for a four-day weekend in Mexico.
I’m pretty much beside myself and
can’t function as a normal human being until I’m on that plane.
We have someone staying at our
house to watch the girls (aka our dogs), all of my clients are aware I’ll be
away, I have my away message all raring to be put on display, and holy crap I
need to be away already.
Last night Kh and I got a little
over zealous and looked at 600+ photos of the resort we’ll be staying at on
TripAdvisor. I needed to get a
better idea of what I should plan on wearing, I know, a little silly right?
I bought 5 pairs of shoes for this
upcoming trip, or rather Summer in general really. 4 pairs of sandals, and one
pair of wedges. This isn’t including the pair of sandals I bought last minute
at an end of season sale last Fall. I probably only plan on bringing 4 pairs
with me, however. Kh doesn’t think that’s reasonable, but I completely do.
On her way home this past Friday
she stopped in to H&M real quick to get some shorts and dress pants for
herself and ended up buying me a vacation purse. I’m pretty much the luckiest
girl ever. She knows my style so well she can buy things for me. Uh, true love.
I also found this super cute maxi
dress at Kohls, surprisingly enough. It has multi-color triangles on the
bottom. While shocking it’s not all black, I’m pretty much in love with it.It's in the top right, the others just didn't do it for me.
Tomorrow when my household settles
down a bit more, I plan on doing some last minute shopping. I need to get at
least two more bathing suit tops (shoot me now, kay?), and one (who am I
kidding, a couple more) maxi dresses.
I’m mentally preparing myself for
the saga that is trying on a swimsuit. A couple of years ago I found the cutest
two-piece, tank/halter top swimsuit in the maternity section at Target. Do I
care its maternity? Not in the slightest. It’s got a scalloped edge on the
bottoms and fits my curves.
On my last adventure to Target I
thought I’d try on a few (4) bathing suits to humor myself. And humor myself it
did not. The two that humored me the least?
The first one was a one-piece, with
a built in padded bra situation. The particular size I was trying on fit me
great in the mid section. But if you cast your eyes lower you’d look upon the forming
of a camel toe, and if your eyes wandered upwards you’d find my boobs strangely
getting choked down, but not even remotely filling up the padded cups that were
sewn haphazardly into the top of the swimsuit. Like some kind of stretched out
taffy with a ping pong ball in the end. And by ping pong ball I mean a nipple
and my hard boob parts.
The second one was a black halter
top that fit great, but the bottom portion of it let me say hello to my old
friend camel toe that I had just seen a glimpse of previously. It also strangely
rode up my butt crack and wouldn’t even come close to middle of my hips.
I left Target feeling like I had
been slapped with a heavy dose of body shame and sprinkled with some
self-loathing. Do you know how I changed it?
I got naked. Stood in front of my
mirror and said “fuck you Target bathing suits.”
Of course I waited until I was home
to do all of the above-mentioned naked shenanigans. But that’s generally what I
do when I’m having a day when I feel less than or some how not fully whole as a
result from shitty fitting rooms and ill fitting clothing.
So in closing. I’m going to fucking
Mexico in 5 days and my mind is completely shot. I will be sitting my ass in a
chair, on a gorgeous beach, drinking before noon, and writing in one of my many
blank notebooks. I plan on clearing my head, centering myself, and probably
drinking too much and chasing an iguana around.
