One of my xanga pals asked for house pics and I’m always happy to oblige these types of requests. I didn’t take a pic of the master bathroom since hubs was in there, but the garden bath tub is divine. I went for a swim earlier in it. Heavenly!

This is your view as you walk in the front door. My mom bought me all that lovely stuff you’re staring at. She wants to make a wall of fame in the living room. Pics of family, friends and wedding photos. I’m so loving this idea.

She got her idea from this photo collage that my cousin gave me one Christmas.

To your right as you walk in is the huge living room. See? We’re still not done unpacking or moving all the stuff in. TV trays anyone? I love that round chair. So do my niece/nephews, because it spins. And yes, the tree is still up. Cowboy took all the ornaments down tonight, but the tree is still up.

This is the guest bathroom. It’s super close to the front door. My mom loves this color palette. She loves her neutrals.

It’s just a regular tub, but it’s still better than the shower at the apartment. If Cowboy has his way it’s going to be red, white and blue. Methinksno.

Another view of the guest bathroom. That’s our engaged encounter candle in the back. Cowboy has installed some kind of festive air wick thing in there. He’s all about the scents.

This is the smaller guest bedroom to the left of the guest bathroom. This is going to be the office/nursery/make-up studio. It’s not a very big room, but it’d be perfect for an office or nursery. Yes, that’s an air mattress. We needed something for our first house guests to sleep on.

This is the bookcase that Cowboy utilized as his bedside catchall at the apartment. I’m so glad I can see the shelves non cluttered with his junk.

Isn’t my mom a doll? She was so excited to get to decorate our new home. She’s too cute.

This is the closet in this bedroom. It is a walk-in, and still larger than my tiny closet at the apartment.

This is the other guest bedroom. Yes, it’s huge for a guest bedroom. That’s a king size bed. Yes I made that bed tonight before taking these pictures. LOL forever.

See? Still unpacking. This is mostly stuff my family left behind that they didn’t need/couldn’t take. They packed sooo much stuff. 8 footlockers. Wowser. I want to stain the furnitute in here darker. Me likes darker. I am so in love with this floor!

This is the closet in this bedroom. Bigger than the other one and again a walk in. Our guests will hopefully want to stay a bit longer with their deluxe accomodations.

This is the living room. I love love love that table under the TV. I don’t love the cords all crazy, but I love that table. My mom has had it since we lived in Singapore. It’s cane with glass shelving. I don’t have to state at all of Cowboy’s Disney movies anymore. He had a movie tower similar to that CD tower (cringe) in the pic. I loathed it.

There’s the fireplace. More love.

This is the view of the kitchen from the living room. I have so many dishes/cups/wine glasses. Don’t know where I’m going to store it all. That china cabinet is older than me. It was my parents from their wedding.

Cowboy recovered those seats.

My mom wants to give us some nice barstools for this area. You can see my beautiful gas stove. I love that I have an island. It’s perfect for food prep/cooking.

Note the liquor holder. Cowboy wants to note the child crayon drawing on the wall.

Are you seeing how I need more cabinets? I hope so.

That swiffer vac=awesome. Get one!

Yes, all my appliances are red. I love my mixer/food processor.

I also love these canisters.

Not. enough. cabinets.

Yes, I rearranged this cabinet so I could show you that I restocked on my Ground Comino as soon as I posted my post about not having any.

Here’s my messy pantry. Plenty of cleaning utensils

Wine is fully stocked as well.

This lil shelf comes in handy.

The laundry room is right off the kitchen.

This is the closet on the way to the master bedroom. Looks like I do not have enough towels.

This is Cowboy’s dresser in the master bedroom. I have dreams of staining this a dark cherry. I love dark wood. Anything to cover up the crayon.

This is the show rack for shoes in the HUGE master closet.

See? huge! I’m so loving it.

This is my side of the bed. That’s my dresser. I want this stained darker, to match my jewelry holder. It’s supposed to hold all my precious shiny objects.

This is the view when you enter the room. Yes I want to change those curtains, immediately, please!

My mom actually wants those curtains.

This is mostly to show you the flooring. It’s a dark laminate and with our furniture, it looks sick.

That concludes the house tour. I’m so loving my palace. I can wait to paint, but I know it needs it… soon!

So the day after Christmas we started packing. My mom wanted us to move EVERYTHING the Monday after Christmas and she was bringing backup. The last thing Cowboy said to me Sunday night was that he doesn’t do well with change. He didn’t think we’d get it all done and that he was really stressing about it. When my mom has a plan, do not underestimate her. We got all the furniture moved by noon. I was amazed. That week, my mom spent the majority of her time unpacking/cleaning and getting me all settled. She is amazing. This weekend we had our first houseguests. My sister-in-law/niece/nephews/older brother’s mama all stayed over. I made a kickass dinner for them. We had that pork tenderloin from that cooking class me/Cowboy went to. So yummy! My once in order home turned upside down with the addition of my niece/nephews but it felt full and I loved it. I did want some quiet time at one moment, but it’s all over. My sis-in-law and niece/nephews are on planes to Abu Dhabi (sp?). I’m going to miss them terribly.

The house is looking good and I’m turning into Betty F^cking Crocker! I made that pork tenderloin, roasted red potatoes. The next day for breakfast I made french toast for me/hubs. Monday’s breakfast for the houseguests was chocolate chip pancakes/bacon/sausage. It’s been nice to be hostess. Cowboy wasn’t complaining. LOL!

Time to get off work early. Yay!

I had my follow up with my OB on Monday. Cholesterol is fine, good cholesterol is a lil low so she’s increasing my fish oil intake. TriG’s were not as good as she liked, but my insulin resistance was up so she thinks that may be an indicator to my irregularity and TriG’s being up. We’re testing my liver now for some other meds she wants me to try to get my insulin resistance DOWN. I’m feeling better about all that news and I’m definitely going to keep working on my fitness.

In other more important news,—->Still no sex. I think we’re going for day 25, but who’s counting? His latest reason is his back. I try not to jump down his throat but are his other parts broken too? Tomorrow is the big day of appointments. The morning is his internist to test his hormones, blood sugar, cholesterol, and anything else I can think of. He has a work luncheon for the holidays with his department and then after that is our first counseling session. I’m going to be white on rice with him tomorrow. I definitely feel more than ready for the counseling. I hate jumping down his throat and I just want answers, NAO. I’ve asked a million different ways whether or not he’s ready to have kids and if that’s the reason he’s witholding. I hate not knowing.

I’m officially down 20lbs in two months. I’m feeling great, my energy is up, libido is possibly up and I’m not getting serviced. It’s nervewracking. I was definitely in full on freakout mode last week. I think having to go to a baby shower over the weekend was my subconscious trigger. Cowboy managed to stick his big foot in his mouth as we were shopping for that present.

He goes, “I want the next baby we’re shopping for to be ours!”

Oh really? “Maybe we need to have sex more.” He was lucky that was my response. Its laughable at this point.

As we were still on our way to the shower he managed to get in another gem, “I bought you a nightie when I was working down here [we were going to Lake Jackson]. You never wear it. Maybe if you wore it more you’d get more sex.”

Oh really? “That’s the reason we’re not having sex? I shouldn’t have to wrap it in a bow for you to have sex with me.”

“That’s not the reason we’re not having sex. And you know it.”

“Excuse me, that’s what you said.”

“No it isn’t. That’s in your head. We’re not having sex because of my back.”

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRight. Tomorrow, I’m hoping to revisit that conversation.

I think the reason I argue so often is my four years of debate. If I don’t agree with something, I’m going to question it and when he lobs up gems like that, I can’t ignore them as much as I want to. Keep praying for me. I wish I had more patience and not such a quick and biting wit. I also wish I was having sex right now, but baby steps, right?

One of my bestest friends told me the other day, Marriage is hard. I think for me, change is harder. Its one of the many things you can count on. Things change. Time marches on. We all must adapt. I went to the gym after work yesterday. I needed to clear my head, get those natural beta-endorphins my doc mentioned during my visit. While I was on the elliptical with my FCW, I reached my 1 mile mark in 8 minutes (haven’t been to the gym since last week ) and I paused for some water. While pausing, my co-worker said that man over there wants you to keep going. I looked over and it was an older hispanic man that I didn’t know was watching me. I looked at him and pointed and said, just for you, I’m going to keep going. I did another half mile before my co-worker said it was time for Kickboxing. It really felt good. Support from a stranger.

And it didn’t stop there. When we went to class a girl was passing out papers the instructor asked her to. Pearls of Wisdom. That’s what I call it. She called it “Characteristics of Healthy Belonging.” There are 20 and they’re golden. I’m going to share them, if anything, if I ever lose this paper or file, they’ll be here for posterity.

1. Allows for individuality

2. Experiences both oneness and separateness from a lover

3. Brings out the best qualities in partners

4. Accepts endings

5. Experiences openness to change and exploration

6. Invites growth in the other

7. Experiences true intimacy

8. Feels the freedom to ask honestly for what is wanted

9. Experiences giving and receiving in the same way

10. Does not attempt to change or control the other

11. Encourages self sufficiency of partners

12. Accepts limitations of self and partner

13. Does not crave unconditional love

14. Finds commitment acceptable

15. Has a high self-esteem

16. Trusts the memory of the beloved, enjoys solitude

17. Expresses Feelings Spontaneously

18. Welcomes closeness: risks vulnerability

19. Cares with detachment

20. Affirms equality of self and partner

God is visiting me at the gym now, y’all. 10-12 are my favorites. I haven’t shared them with hubs yet, but I will. On my way home from the gym, I called my husband and asked him what he wanted for dinner. He wanted tacos and he wanted to start on them. I don’t make tacos with taco seasoning so I told him I’d go to the store on my way home. I went to the store and got home and went to work. I went the extra mile and made those tacos with love. I looked in my cabinet and was shocked and horrified that I didn’t have the one Mexican spice every Mexican should have. Cumin. Cumin for Mexicans is Curry for Indians and I didn’t have any. Double boo! They were still good, but were missing something. My salsa was delicious! After dinner I started to catch up on Conan. I love that ginger headed kid. Cowboy started talking about the car and I paused my show without hesitation or that normal sigh I do whenever he wants to talk and I want to watch my shows. I was able to talk in my soft, sugary voice and it felt really good. I prayed with him for probably the first time since before we got married. We prayed together at that retreat we went to before our wedding. I prayed that he would learn to save money and that nothing else would happen to his car. I prayed that he didn’t view my managing the finances as my way of controlling him. I prayed that we get what we both need out of this elusive counseling session I’m still trying to schedule for next week. Ashley better schedule it ASAP. It was a good talk. Still no sex, but I’m remaining hopeful.

I would think that this time of year, God is busy dealing with what kids want for Christmas, but lately, he’s been visiting me. And he’s no longer speaking in a nice quiet voice. It’s loud, and bold and I’m scared, y’all.

Monday was absolute madness. I had a lovely morning planned, I was going to go to work to finish some reporting and then I was going to go to the doctor with my husband to discuss family planning with my doc. God had other plans for me. I got to work and finished my reporting, and then realized, I probably didn’t tell my husband about the very important appointment, and hopefully he wasn’t going to be an absolute bear about it. I was right and he was going to be an absolute bear. He was off that day and I guess he had his plans for the day as well. He wanted to argue for over an hour while I was at work. He was pushing every single one of my buttons and I just couldn’t deal. I had to leave so I could talk to him w/o my entire office hearing my side of the conversation. I sat in my car and begged/pleaded for him to come. I’m quickly coming to the realization that he might not want ANYTHING I want. He can tell me all day long everyday that he wants what I want, but actions speak what?

Louder than words.

I was an absolute mess. Luckily, I didn’t put any make-up on but after that I sure needed it. I went inside the doctor’s office and I could barely hold back my tears. I’m sure everyone in the waiting room just assumed I miscarried or something, but gladly, they left me alone. As soon as the doctor came in, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I couldn’t even verbalize what was bothering me. I just wanted some kind of magic pill to help me deal. We talked and she was comforting and gave me a whole list of referrals. She wanted to help me fix everything. God, I love her. Can she get something really nice for Christmas?

My husband showed up right as I was paying my co-pay. He missed everything and he just wasn’t happy. I called him over an hour before the appointment, and instead of just getting in the car and arguing later, he wanted to argue that entire hour. I did want him to at least make an effort. It was upsetting that he was late and didn’t care. I had to do bloodwork and he went with me for that. I had to wait so I started making phone calls for all the referrals she gave me. A urologist, an internist and couples counseling. I had to leave messages at every one.

After that, I’d hoped we’d go to lunch or that he’d at least drive me to my car, but he was still angry and felt like he’d wasted his time. I almost typed waisted which is how he misspells it every time. I walked to my car and he walked to his. I got a call from one of the doctors as I was leaving so I started scheduling the first appointment. He called me while I was talking to her and I didn’t want to have to call her back so I kept scheduling. When I finished, I called him back and he was ahead of me, but I was heading in that same direction. I didn’t know if I needed to pack a bag. It was that bad. He made a comment about going to his mother’s. Another trigger for me. He has unsettled issues with me and he goes to his mother. We finally agreed to go to lunch. He got there first and when I got there, he made no move to get out of his car or to meet me at the door, it was like he wanted me to go in alone again.

I ordered and went through the line (we went to Luby’s which is a cafeteria style restaurant). I paid for mine and headed towards a booth in the back. I was a crying mess the entire lunch. He was just looking at me and telling me I needed to change. I needed to do this that and the other. I stared at him questioning is this the man I married? I started thinking about everything. Thanksgiving was odd. It was odd that he didn’t try to spend time with anyone. His mom was in Galveston, I was in Waller, but he could’ve gone. We were in Waller til about 7 or 8. I really did want him to go to Waller. I knew he’d love it out there. He’s always telling me he wants to live in the country which for this city girl is not so appealing, but I can see the appeal. He never wants to do anything. I want to go dancing, or out with him, and we just never get that opportunity. Even when he is off, he’s not chomping at the bit to go out with me. He’d rather go to a movie, where no one talks.

I went back to work and I just felt like someone else was in my body. I wasn’t me. I realized I could no longer live like this. I can’t change him, but I can change me. After work I went to church. I sat in a pew and I waited for God to talk to me. I prayed and said some Our Fathers in my head and just waited. I didn’t hear anything, but I felt better because I was giving all my worries to Him. As I walked out, I noticed some cds. I grabbed one and little did I know it was perfect. 40 minutes of pure perfection. It was a Deacon preaching about marriage and dealing with problems in marriage. God, thank you. Everything made sense. I’ll have to write another blog about the teachings, but right now, I’m feeling better. I’m not a mess. I found some strength somewhere.

Fast forward to this morning. His car broke down right outside our apartment. I didn’t know what to do. I was leaving for work and he was there. I called him but he was all attitude as if this was somehow my fault. I knew he had people he could call. AAA, his mechanic. He told me to have fun since I was going to work. As soon as I got to work I saw one of my favorite supervisors and I asked him for advice. He told me, he just wanted some comfort. *sigh* Put me on your prayer list today.

So Cowboy had to work and therefore couldn’t partake in the Waller festivities. They kept changing the time so I didn’t have enough time to make what I wanted to make. I wanted to make homemade cornbread and chocolate chip cookies, but everything kept moving earlier. Ugh. after my hissy fit, we headed up to Waller and had an amazing dinner. The only vegetables present were the raw veggie tray with my aunt’s infamous spinach dip. So good! Everything else was either a casserole or stuffing. For Christmas, my Grandmother has decided she doesn’t want to do a big spread so now I’m dumbfounded as to what I should bring. Any ideas? My mom kept telling me to save the cornbread for Christmas but how can I bring that if there isn’t an entree. Help!

I brought Cowboy plates from my uncle’s feast and from my aunt’s. My mom took all the dressing from my uncle’s like a sneaky little minx. Thankfully my aunt had backups. Poor hubs. His mama didn’t cook this year and she went to her brother’s place in Galveston so he was all alone on Thanksgiving. I don’t feel too bad for him because honestly, he could’ve gone to my aunt’s but he wanted to be a big baby and wallow at home. The desserts were soo good this year. My Grandmother made an amazing pumpkin pie. I swear hers is the best. She even had these lil cut out leaves on top made out of pastry. She’s the cutest thing ever.

Holiday make-up time:

Ooh, she’s dangerous! You can almost see my dismay in not being able to make cornbread, right? I think I’ve finally mastered the smokey eye. Kandee Johnson is one of my favorites on Youtube and one of her latest tutorials was the Naked Smokey eye and I swear her technique is FOOLPROOF! To get this sultry smokey look, line your eye with a black kohl pencil, following the natural lash line, then in the outer corner form a triangle towards your eyebrow. Get out your smudging brush and blend the hell. Then you can take whatever colors you want to cover your lid/that outer corner. Obviously, it’ll be darker where you laid that pencil down, but the result? FLAWLESS! I used neutral colors and my family love, love, loved it. My aunt even asked me what I used. I’m happy to report that I used that $5 NYX palette for the entire look. That thing is brilliant.

I’ll post more later. It’s leftover lunch time at work. Whee!

I’m ba-ack.

Over the weekend, while hubs was working I was playing with make-up.

Here I am at work sporting false lashes, and some bold lips.

At the end of the day, my foundation fades, but my eyes remain solid.

This is before I ran that 7.5 minute mile, but I think I clocked this one at 7:43 but you have to be moving to take a picture. LOL.

This was the assigned seating at my uncle’s. This is everyone else, and my poor little brother had his own seat… all by himself at the kitchen counter.

See?

Today’s my brother’s birthday and I haven’t called him yet… must do that now. Have a great weekend!

I’m too lazy for titles today. I’m still at work and I’m so ready to go home. I might actually clean when I get there. Last weekend was another weekend filled with hibernation, girl time and the occasional load of laundry. I even managed to see The Next Three Days with Russell Crowe. I saw For Colored Girls the weekend before and I’m still reacting to it. It seems my FCW is as well. Too many story lines in that movie mirrored her real life. The movie is definitely pretty powerful in an in your face kind of way. Not too many subtle messages locked up in that riddle of a movie. If you’re a parent, you will definitely cry watching it, and ugh, some of the scenes are still echoing in my head.

This will be the first year my mom is not hosting Thanksgiving in a while. We’ll be heading to my uncle’s house in Waller for a meal. I’m expecting catering and other prepared foods so am I looking forward to it? No, but its family time and I do miss my family.

Whenever things aren’t going too fabulously with me/Cowboy I retreat to my family. I don’t openly discuss things around all of them but spending time with them reminds me of who I am. I know I’m a strong woman that seldom lets someone push me around, but with Cowboy, he somehow silences parts of me I wish he didn’t. He also managed to make me feel guilty for working out on Monday. He worked Saturday/Sunday again and was off Monday/Tuesday. I ran a 7.5 minute mile to spite him. He just managed to push every single one of my buttons on Monday/Tuesday while he was off. I don’t need that kind of drama when I’m at work. I’m. At. Work. Ugh!

He managed to slip in a mention of his mama on Monday and Tuesday. His mama will always be a trigger for me. I hate how the mere mention of her makes my blood boil. Monday, we were bickering about something trivial and ridiculous. I had asked him to schedule a cooking class that his mom got us as a gift certificate last year. He didn’t do it during the day because he wanted to know what was on the menu for the different courses. It’s a cooking class, not an eating class, but whatever. He said, I’m going to sleep at my mom’s tonight. I don’t know how that was the solution instead of resolving the disagreement between ME/HIM. Tuesday, he went into full on friggity freak out mode over $.

Jess, your mention of Tarry and the car? Almost my situation. Don’t buy what you can’t afford, dumbass! I hate when he doesn’t manage his money very well and then wants to dip into savings because “that’s my money that I worked hard for.” Savings isn’t your get out of jail free card. He can’t save money. So yesterday, again, while I’m at work, he says I’m just going to ask my mom for money. I should have let him. He had just paid her back, oh and here’s another gem. He borrowed more than what he told me he did. How you like them apples?

So there’s my holiday awesomeness. I keep hearing my sis-in-law giving me her sage words of wisdom… “Stop hurting one another.” I want to be on that level. I want to come home right after work and love on my husband, but lately I come home and I hear myself let out that annoyed sigh when I see him. He probably won’t be off work in time to go to Waller and he doesn’t want to go to my aunt’s house which is where we’ll head after my uncle’s house. My aunt is an amazing cook. He can go to his mama’s for all I care.

In other news I have a gf that is training for a half marathon in February and I so want to do it with her. I finally talked to my gal pal, Chelsea yesterday. I hadn’t talked to her in awhile and I was honestly worried about her. She’s pregnant with baby #2 so I did assume it was pregnancy blues. I’m just glad that I’ve talked to her and that she’s ok. Her daughter is such a doll. My office boss is driving me nuts today. She’s never made a turkey so she’s in her own version of full on freak out mode which is just as bad as Cowboy’s. LOL!

Thursday I had a great workout with my trainer aka Zach Attack. He has no game. I was watching him attempt to flirt with a hot girl, but it was not working. Need to help that kid. Have I mentioned I’m down 10? So fabulous! 9 minute miles and down 10. Awesome!

Friday night was dinner with hubs and shake the bed time. Always a good way to end a long week. I just wish it happened more often. I started to watch Bounty Hunter but it was soo bad, had to turn it off.

Saturday morning, I was going to have coffee with a friend, but that was a total bust. I ended up spending time with my family (niece/nephews sis-in law). Going to miss those kids like crazy. I went on a wine run with my older brother’s mom and we had a good cry. She was talking about a guy she’s been dating. He took his secretary out to lunch to get scoop on work stuff and it bugged her so she cancelled on a date with him, saying she was going to dinner with someone else. I told her something my sister in law told me that shook me. “Stop hurting one another. No one wins.” Sometimes for me, it is about winning. I’m so competitive. Working out with my FCW? I’m definitely competitive. I want to run miles faster than her, pop ups faster than her and just everything faster, better, stronger. She’s 7 years older, I should be doing all those things faster, but still, it’s silly. When I passed the advice onto my older brother’s mama, she goes, “Lorie, you stabbed me in my heart.” LOL. We had a good cry over missing the kids. She misses my older brother so much already. She thanked me for being a support system for my sister in law while my older brother is away. My older brother is only my half brother, but in my eyes he’s my brother and she was very appreciative of that as well. Ah.

Sunday hubs had to work again. Ugh. I spent most of my day at home. It was cold/rainy/ick. Hubs/I went to dinner again. Italian this time. We ordered Pasta Fagioli soup since it was such an ugly day and it was soooo good. Best soup ever! The tiramisu was soooo good as well. Want more now.

The bff went to El Paso for the weekend. She went to visit her beau that she met when we went to Mo’s. I’m very happy to report that it was a fabulous weekend. He introduced her to some of his friends. Its just so different from any other guy she’s dated. The other guys just were NOT worth her time or effort. I got the full scoop last night. Soooo happy for her.

I’ll have to post pics later, but it was just such a good weekend.

Good times ahead, folks. My gf and I had some girl time this weekend. Friday night was mani/pedi. I got a haircut. I need to take a picture of that. I didn’t take a picture of me all snooki’d up last night, but I loved my makeup. I only have a pic when its a hot mess. And I call myself a beauty blogger? Fail! Anywho, my gf was looking forward to seeing her FWB that she has had a crush on for some time yesterday, but the a-hole stood her up. I wasn’t about to let her wallow in that so I suggested we go out to where else? The place I met my husband. So we got all gussied up and headed out. I really wanted my husband to go, but he didn’t. Truth be told, I was probably being a bitch because I didn’t want to commit to a “time to leave.” I wanted to be able to stay if I wanted and I definitely wanted to. Halloween is my favorite reason to go out. Duh!

So the pics below accurately describe our fun times. She met a “priest”. This guy was so fabulous. I have no few words. Ex-military. Genuine. Hot. Friendly. Funny. At one point, he rubbed her feet. It was innocent and non cheesy, but he was smitten with my “Cherry.” Seeing this huge smile on her face, made my night.

Aren’t they so cute together? He’s a Dad which is what I’ve been wanting for her for SOOOO long. They’re the same age and ugh. It’s one thing to tell your friends what you want for them, it’s another to see it in action. Sheri likes to say that I’m the type of person where people are not strangers to me. I get it from my mama. She doesn’t have a personal bubble. I do sometimes. Its difficult for me to let people in, but this guy just came busting in on the scene. He wanted to talk to my bff and he wasn’t about to let anyone else snatch her up. I’m loving this picture.

Caution, hot mess coming through. LOL. I love hoop earrings. Red shiny ones? Yes please. Boo! My lipstick is gone too!

This is the dress I wore. It’s so snooki, right? No! I did not wear those shoes. I wore these.

C’mon now! Did you really think I’d rock crocs to the club? I’m a professional. LOL.

My ta tas decided to make an appearance. Don’t know how that happened. LOL.

Brad Paisley anyone? He was really cute, but such a horrible dancer. My friend wanted to talk to him before the priest came along, but ugh, I think he was drunk. Early, too. When he finally did make it back around the priest told him to beat it. LOL. See what I mean? Makes me smile right now. Oh and Snow White to the right? She was really gorgeous and she asked me to dance when California Girls came on. Fun times, kids. Fun times.

Creeper alert. This guy kept making eyes at me while he was dancing with his wife. Perv.

Blurry, but yes, there was a blue man in the house.

One of my favorite pics of the night. Yep. This is where I met my husband, kids. This is my bff dancing with the hot priest.

Richard Simmons was sweating to the non oldies last night too. But mainly its more of my friend dancing. Check out all the ass grabbing around the dance floor. LOL. Last pic of the night. Boo!

This made me think of our dear friend Emily. I saw a Minute Maid wrapper at my mom’s school.

This was random graffiti on the back of a work truck on my way to work. Jealous of my blue skies? The weather has been absolutely gorgeous here lately.

This is a pic from our lunch yesterday. Grandpa was big pimping. From his lace up shoes (no velcro for this playa), to his padded elbows on his long sleeve shirt, right on up to his pimpin’ shades. I wanted to meet this man. And, yes, we’re indoors, kids. I so want to be as cool as this kid when I’m old.

Finally, we have Uncle Jeff with my niece. She’s all about him. She did not want to sit next to mama at this dinner. And yes, Farmer Jeff is wearing overalls. LOL.

Look at that smile! I’m going to miss this lil booger.

My other nephews. They’re growing up so fast.

Want to see some more “$9.95″ service?

No morning donuts at this time, I guess. 

The donut case was completely empty. When we have Out of Stock conditions, stores will call, complain, send pics, etc. I was trying to be stealth and then all of a sudden the bakery employee asked me if I wanted some donuts. LOL. They weren’t in the case, but she had them on racks in the bakery.

That’s all for now. I need to shower and get ready for a movie date with my bff. Hubs is working today. Boo!

I’m not dead, but keeping up with that daily blogging proved difficult. I will still post the updates, possibly this weekend since I’m such an overachiever masochist.LOL. For now, I’ll post some make-up whoring.

Nothing too fancy. Just some purple liner, mineral make-up magic. The lips were extra juicy. I mixed MAC’s On Display lipgloss which is a dark berry color with that nude cremesheen glass that I love. Results? Toned down berry. The glowing cheeks are mineral makeup. I think the shade is from Everyday Minerals. Walkee Talkee I think is the name of the shade. It’s a bit shimmery but the color is gorgeous. My foundation is a mix of my moisturizer and a BB Cream. Sheer tinted moisturizer awesomeness that gave me near flawless looking skin. I topped that with a translucent powder and ta-da.

When I got home from the gym last night all I wanted was a shower and some playtime with my make-up.

Also, in my blogreading, I came across a blog from this lovely lady. She’s taking us back to penpalling. I’m so in! If you miss your days of penpalling, send her a note and get involved. Sounds like the perfect way to get into the holiday season.