Wednesday, December 26, 2007

For my tiny baby starfish hands.

On Christmas I revealed my secret santa booty. I could hardly wait to open my gifts. As soon as morning rolled around, I ran to the tree to start the gleeful gift opening.
I started with the first box. I thought I had it all figured out. When I inspected the box last thursday, I noticed that it said Felix the Cat wristwatch. I was pretty smug at that point, thinking I had unearthed the secret.
I was wrong. I instead received a wooden starfish. To remind me of my tiny baby starfish hands.

I then went for the other gifts, excited to see what my tiny baby starfish hands would be able to uncover. I was pleasantly surprised to see hoops. The biggest, most garish hoops I have ever been able to put in my ears.
I couldn't put all of them on at once so I had to put some of them on my wrists. My secret santa Ebay gift extravaganza was quite enjoyable. I will be wearing some hoops on new years with Kermit the Frog.

Friday, December 21, 2007

Sweater Thursday: Old Man Style.

This is my pops in his sweater. I didn't have a sweater on yesterday, nor do I have one on today. The reason for that is because my luggage is in philadelphia, with no word on when it is going to come to my house. I think my dad looks great in his high waisted cuffed pants with the white athletic socks. You can't see his cool high top keens, or kick ass keens (my mother's moniker), but believe me, they are on. In his retired life, his only assignment is to read the Post-Dispatch everyday. He is quite worldly and worthy of sweater thursday.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Poking is not fun.

Well, that isn't exactly true all of the time... But, regardless, I want to talk to the men out there who like to flirt by poking the ladies in their mid sections. Don't do it again. No girl wants to be poked in the love handle or the stomach. It reminds them they shouldn't have had that bagel in the morning or that they should have gone to the gym the day before. No one likes to be reminded of their bad choices.
What is the root of this obnoxious behavior? It reminds me of the playground, when we would flirt by hitting. Sometimes I still do this, but I think it is because my tendency towards violence and my short fuse.
Bottom line: If you like me, don't poke me, because nothing makes me dislike you faster. Most, if not all, girls agree. If you don't, then you must have a six pack or not care that you have a little extra in the middle, and to you I say: good for you.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

i love pyramid schemes. Everybody wins! I stole this from Joanna and Whitney, who I expect to see something lovely from at new years.

I hereby pledge to send a handmade gift to the first three people who comment on this entry. No real promises about time frame, but it’ll be within the next 365 days. In return, you have to post the same offer on your blog, and prepare to send a gift to three other people.

I am super crafty, so you know it is going to be awesome, start commenting.

Sweater Thursday

I think if you have seen my computer, you know that it kicks ass. It has a webcam which is responsible for most of these pictures. Along with this webcam, to soothe the masses, apple made a program that can distort and contort you in any manner. I chose comic book effect here and I think it really highlights my sweater. I am an impulse shopper, as you know from the previous post. I bought this Jcrew sweater from the outlets on columbus day. I also bought it in gray, which I have already worn on a sweater day. I think repeating is alright only if it is in a different shade and if the picture containing the sweater has a completely different tone.

Friday, December 7, 2007

Ebaying for compulsive shoppers

Heart pounding. mind racing. My mouth is dry. The thrill of the chase is palpable. There is 8 hours left until the close of the auction. I am still in first place with my bid of 4.02, but anything could happen.The excitement of it all makes me want to take breaks to run around the room to release my frustrations with those bidders somewhere out in rural Montana working with totally different time zones. Those jerks.
I had never used ebay until this week. You might think that is strange if you know me. If you know me you would know that I like to shop. A lot. I am a consumer, an impulse buyer, the best kind. I get a couple of catalogs every day. In really any medium or environment, I am at home, so why not ebay? Seems perfect. Well, if you ask that, you might as well ask a crackhead, "why not try heroin?". stupid suggestion.
Why let me start up something else that will worsen my addiction? It's a bad idea. I haven't started because I knew what would happen. I would get caught up in ebay bidding wars, eventually running mad, rampantly spending the little money I have for whole foods scones and tea. I would be sent in for shopaholic rehab and it would necessitate frequent SA meetings, a sponsor, and changing my normal travel routes to go only through residential areas.
Well I started up the ebaying with the first annual ebay secret santa, because its always better when you win it. It was a thrilling experience buying something for my special someone. There were so many choices! I ended up winning things that I wasn't planning on, so they are coming to me and I may have to re-ebay them, but that is unknown territory . At this point, I think I am pretty well controlled, but who knows what could happen. I blamed Hermy for opening this can of worms, but it brings me joy, so I quickly forgave him.