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April 2016

#truestory about jeans

random me April 17, 2016

The following is a #truestory about my dumb self and jeans.

I started my day at 4:30 this morning. Had things to do, people to see, work to dominate.

Woke up, got out of bed, grabbed some clothes out of my closet and headed into the shower.

I specifically remember thinking “damn, these jeans aren’t comfortable” but truthfully, I didn’t really think much about it. In fact, I thought to myself “get your ass to the gym tomorrow, you heifer.”

Went to the Shelter, helped make some breakfast.

Got home, sat down in my office and started working.

Throughout the day, I kept looking down at my legs that resembled denim sausages and in between bites of whatever random food I was eating, kept thinking “jaysus, i’m fat.”

ALL DAY LONG, I sat in jeans that were making my waist weep.

Note: I don’t have a lot of jeans. I have about 5 pairs, of various washes, sizes, and whatever, and truthfully, I rarely wear them because I’m not really a jeans girl. Or maybe I just hate the way my ass looks in jeans. Whatever.

ANYWAYS… Flash forward to 7:10pm. I get off the phone with John, yet again, lamenting about the tight jeans and the special food I ate today (pb&j and ruffles for the win) and I decide it’s time to get comfy.

I peel (literally) peel off these jeans and look at the size. And I started laughing.

I shit you not, I’ve been wearing a pair of jeans that are at LEAST two sizes too small FOR 15 HOURS TODAY.

There happens to be a style of jean at old navy that I love. Not mom jeans, not hoochie jeans, and they typically fit me in the waist and are LONG. I have these magical jeans in about 3 sizes. In a sleep fog this morning, I pulled out the SMALLEST pair I own, and struggled into them.

In my defense, I do dry my jeans, so it’s not crazy that for the first hour they are more fitted than normal, but COME ON.


Who wears jeans that are 2 sizes too small all day long, while sitting at a desk?


I do.





hot times, friday night

random me April 15, 2016

I sit here in bed, at 9:28pm CDT in the great state of Texas, on a Friday evening. I’ve removed the makeup (that i only put on a few hours ago), I slid into some extra spectacular flannel pjs that just scream “come & get me boys” and I’m multitasking. Task 1: catching up with a friend via FB messenger. Task 2: reading random articles that have nothing to do with the digital advertising world, philanthropy, and/or dog training. Translation, in my little world, tonight is glorious.

Sure, I could be out doing something cool. You know, like going outside of my self-imposed block of 20/30/360/820.

Or not going to bed before 10pm.

But really, I’m tired.

My head is tired from working.

My body is tired from chasing George, digging in the dirt (me, not George) and remembering that it’s rather important to get off my ass and exercise.

So… I cozy into the bed and give you a few links to peruse. Maybe you will enjoy them, maybe not. Either way, I’m going to bed. Because, I’m cool like that.

Beverly Clearly Turns 100

Who Knew Agatha Christie Took A Runner?

I might make this for dinner

Or Maybe This

I really want a baby elephant please

This will be taken into consideration tomorrow…


So yes, food, princesses, Ramona and Beezus and well… you have seen what is going on inside this head.

Be awesome tomorrow. Just try


a new adventure in homekeeping

manifestos April 9, 2016

dear internet,

i’m starting a new quest.

a quest for home domination.

i’m typically a failure in all things homekeeping, but together with Martha , her book and sheer will to turn my house from craptastic to fantastic (ohh, poetry), I’m going to tackle the Little House on Lavender Lane.

stay tuned for updates.

this should be a doozy.