Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Pretty Little Liar

I commute into the city 3 days a week for work.  Scratch that - it's more like 1.5 days a week because my kids are always sick. Barf. Today was no different than any other day except that it took every ounce of my being not to roll down my window and yell at each and every female runner I passed along the way on my drive to workies.

I so desperately wanted to beep my horn, startle them and scream "I'm faster than you!"  "I'm faster than you with a jogging stroller and I'm way faster than you without one." "Wanna race?"  I was contemplating screaming these sentiments at the top of my lungs as I cruised through M'head, Swampscott, Lynn and Revere in my wagon.  Bitter? Just a tad.  

Tomorrow I hope I don't see anyone running on my commute in.  I want these women to sit on their respective couches, eat chocolate frosted donuts and get fat.  Really fat.

Clearly I haven't mastered the art of letting go just yet....

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

white out

Met our painter last Wednesday night.  He showed up with our contractor and within 4 minutes of them being at the house M threw a major nutty and NPF4 followed suit.  M was my little shadow walking directly behind me - arms raised yelling uppie, uppie, uppie, uppie.  Ugh.   NPF4 decided that since M was making so much noise he might as well join in on all the fun.  Of course neither of my naughties would let the Big Guy hold them so M was in one arm and N in the other. Annoying.  Wicked annoying.

Give NPF4 bottle -he simmers down.  Sit M on the floor with an epic bowl of cereal and she zipped it as well.  Begin discussion with painter, contractor and the Big Guy. 

Painter - I see you like pastel colors.  
Me- No, I hate pastels.
Painter- Oh, because the samples you have on the wall are pastel.
Me- I know.  I've got a few screws loose.
Contractor- Laughing. 
Painter-Laughing.
Pete- Rolling eyes
Me-Excuse me for a moment. I'm going out to the garage to chug a few Summer Shandy's.
Painter- Excellent beer.  Nice choice. {I wish he thought my paint selections were nice}
Big Guy- Would you like one? {OMG. Loving this moment. I can't believe he just offered a future worker at our home a beer}
Painter- No thanks. 

Okay, now that you have all that pertinent background.....
The new family room is going to be painted linen white or cloud white.  I left the final decision up to the painter.  BUT, the kicker is that we need to repaint the kitchen.  Apparently {according to the painter} it will look odd if the new family room and kitchen are not the same color.  Really?  Cause I don't think so.  We are now having the kitchen painted as well despite the fact that its totes not in our budget.  Oops. I can't say I'm disappointed by this because I'm not in love with the current C2 Buckwheat that is on the wall right now. My whole first floor is now going to be 50 shades of white.  Love.

With NPF4 in tow and M now done with her cereal we take the party upstairs.  Again, painter comments on my penchant for pastels, which are plastered all over our bedroom wall.  In the meantime, Brody goes to the corner of our room and barfs.  NPF4 decides he's going to be a follower {again} and barfs all over my super cute dress. In the midst of discussing how I am color blind my contractor looks out the window and asks me if my neighbor is okay. Look out the window to see an unknown boy, shirtless, laying on the ground kissing flowers while my neighbor holds a video camera taping him. Painter and contractor just stare out the window laughing.  My only comment - oh good, now I don't look so crazy. 

Back to the paint.  I decided on Fanfare for the bedroom and closet and Graytint for the bathroom. Stay tuned.  I'm sure once the colors are on the wall I'll hate em' because apparently I'm color blind.

Public Service Announcement:
To all the local Headers out there {love that I just wrote Headers} - at roughly 3:30 pm today when the man o' the house arrives home you're going to feel the earth move with his fury. Our shower door was just installed and there is a $2,165.93 bill waiting for him....take cover. xox






Thursday, August 1, 2013

anchors aweigh

I've been sporting J Crew for a better part of my life.  My obsession began in high school and to this day I'm still crushing on all things JC. I never have to try anything on - I know my size in slacks, shirts, skirts and shoes, which makes ordering online a cinch.  Interestingly enough every pair of $118 pants fit me perfectly. Go figure.

Okay, to my point. Who am I kidding.  I don't  have one.

JC + my nautical craze {specifically anchors} = fun, fun, fun. Riveting.  I know. The elementariness {is this even a word} of my posts is pathetic.  I digress.  Here are some nifty nauticals I'm currently loving from JC and JCF.


For the gals - big n' small


Factory 9" embroidered Gramercy short Factory girls' embroidered seersucker short

For the gents - big n' small


 

Love me some anchors. xox