Dose of Dysfunctionality

Hello lovelies. Hate to do this but I need to get my mushies out of the way. Bare with me.

For those of you familiar with Blogger you know that you can check your "stats". Sounds fancy.  It's not.  I'm always amazed by the amount of people that actually read this blog. Seriously, why?  I love that you do. Trust me. I feel pretty bad ass at the end of the day when I see my stats.  Let's be honest though - I talk about nothing.  I blab to you about stuff I want but can't afford and chronicle in painstaking detail my design dilemmas.

Occasionally I give you a glimpse into my life - the stuff that goes beyond my obsession with DY and KS. The real stuff.  Those posts seems to resonate the most with whoever is out there reading this highly informative blog.  My most heartfelt posts {barf that I just wrote that} are the ones where my inbox blows up, my text alert beeps non stop and my FB messenger goes haywire.  I love that my stories make you want to share yours. I love that strangers write to me.  I love that I have forged friendships - real friendships because you are comfortable enough to share your secrets with me.

That glimpse into my life that I put out there for anyone to read has connected me with some amazing gals.  Gals that got me through the last year of my life.  I have lots to write about this....to be continued....

So thank you for reading. I'm glad I can give you your daily {weekly is prolly more accurate} dose of dysfunctionality. xox

Busted

Hey.  So it's been over two weeks since I've been on FB.  I am a free woman.  Liberated.  That's all I have to say about that.

Onward.

The reno is moving along swimmingly.  I'm still in love with my contractor and his crew. Whoot.

Let's get down to biz.  It's sTORRE time folks.

The bathroom vanity was delivered to my house today.  A.MAZ.ING.  The smooth curved edges of the gleaming white marble... aaaahhhh.  I was in my glory. I scored a double vanity for $1200.  Apparently in the world of bathroom vanities this is incredibly cheap.  Lest I remind you I am a teacher and my hubby a police officer.  You do the math.  We are not rich although I think I would be pretty damn good at it if we were.  I think $1200 for a vanity that I'm just gonna spit my toothpaste in is a lot of money.

So as I'm standing in the garage staring at my gorg vanity Bob the plumber walks in.  His words - oh wow.  That vanity is a mess. You're going to have to send it back.  Apparently while  basking in my fabulousness I failed to noticed that the two porcelain sinks had come detached from the marble counter top and smashed into the shelf below.  Two broken sinks.  One broken shelf.  Thanks Bob.  You are observant. I am not.

WTF.  Are you serious. I now have a 320 pound BUSTED vanity taking up my entire garage.  The big guy is gonna love coming home to that monstrosity of a mess. Honestly, I'm so over trying to save money.  Clearly, I'm horrible at it. Every time I try to save or take a shortcut it ends up costing me the big guy even more money. I tried. I failed.  I quit.

Tomorrow I start over. Equipped with big Pete's BOA card I will purchase a bathroom vanity that will likely BUST our budget.  Stay tuned.

PS- I'm not posting any pics of this o' so lovely project.   I plan on hosting a party of epic proportions to show off our new digs at the end of the summah.  Considering yourself lucky if you get an invite. He haw. xox

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Hi.  I haven't been able to bring myself to post the last few weeks.  Crazy busy time of year - birthdays, charity events and gatherings with good ole' friends AND the weather has been fab so I'm spending more time outside with my dos devils.

The BM bombings have also triggered something inside me.  I've spent the last two weeks crying, reflecting, crying, reflecting....and so it goes.  Two truths have come from my reflective state:  enough is enough and I need to get back to basics.  I feel like I'm channeling  Tom Cruise in Jerry Maguire - except my memo is directed solely at myself.  I need to refocus.  A shopping hiatus is in order.  Womp womp. I seriously just wrote that.  Breathe. I know you are in a state of disbelief.  I have decided that the money I spend each week at Nordstrom, J Crew and the Gap should go one of two places: M & N's college fund or to charity.  Enough is enough.  I don't need anymore stuff {right now anyway}.

I also need to get back to basics.  Playing with friends, picking up the phone to check-in with my pals, volunteering and most importantly putting my god damn phone down.  I didn't get to where I am today without the help of others.  Now I need to return the favor and help those in need.  Getting b2b also involves taking the Big Pete Challenge.  Oh ya, the Big Pete Facebook Challenge.  Basically it requires taking a summer vacation from FB. He guarantees I will be happier, more productive and just feel better about myself in general.  I have a sneaking suspicion he is right.  {I've barely been on in a week and I already feel liberated}. Unfortunately, I have fallen victim to FB - everyone's life is perfect except mine. Yes, I know nobody and nothing is perfect. For some reason everything on FB seems to be perfect though.  Go figure.  UGH.  At age 34 you would think a pathetic social media outlet like FB would not mess with my brain.  But it does. 

So that's all I got for you today folks.  Boring - yes. Real - very. Deep thoughts today. Delving into the monogram mania taking over the world can wait until tomorrow. xox