Thursday thoughts
Just a summary of various nonsense that is on my mind at this moment...
Feeling a bit nautical
Not really, but I just like the way it sounds. Bought myself some awesome Sperrys in Oatmeal. Apparently these are a previous season's style, as I can't find them on the website to provide a link to this particular shoe. Received a bit of a price break since I bought them at a 'discount warehouse'-style store. These shoes are stiff as hell. As with all things leather, of course, one must break them in. As such, I am wearing them around the house constantly, and I must say they make an awesome accessory to my faded cotton summer nightie. And since I'm on the subject of shoes... I was rummaging thru my closet, trying on what works for me currently, and dug out a pair of clogs I simply adore, but could not wear last year due to the increased girth of my horrible little sausage feet. I hate my feet. If I had to compare them to something, Fred Flintstone comes to mind. So I have the shoes, some cute little tops I've found along the way this summer, now I have to find PANTS. Oy.
Humpty dumpty
Again with the comparisons. Picture a big round upper body with teeny little legs; I am most definitely an "apple" shape. I find pants shopping unbearable. At a fraction over 5' tall, I have, at best a 27" inseam in heels. How in the hell can one expect to find 'petite' pants in piggish proportions? Yet, sometimes I do. Because of my short and oddly slender legs, and no real butt to speak of, finding waist sizes that accommodate my gut result in enormously sized pants legs. What is UP with clothing designers that feel chubby girls are large all over? I remember how horrific it was shopping for maternity clothes. Oh.my.god. I swear, if I get pregnant again, I had better hope for a spring/summer gestation so I can just wear shorts and jumpers.
So, anyway, Catherine... those tops I bought worked out quite nicely. I still need to find a 'coverup' for that sleevless number I found. It was so nice to go browsing with you. All hail retail therapy! First impressions mean so much, I've been told, and I did want to explain to you that my appearance that day was not representative of my norm. With working nightshift and braving the 350 degree heat in a broken-down POS with no a/c, accompanied by a surly teenager with the patience of a flea, I know I looked frumpy and possibly deranged. I'm pretty sure I smelled. If you knew me on a daily basis, you'd find me fashionably yet comfortably clothed, freshly showered with a touch of makeup and combed hair. Honest. Give me another chance, I can make it up to you. teehee
$^%#*&! computer
For a while now, I have been jonesing for a new keyboard and mouse. Just too damn lazy to go out and get one. Not at the top of my shopping list and all. My keyboard has keys that stick, most notably the "shift" key, which has enabled me to drop caps every.single.fucking.time I need to type an "I". Just a minor aggravation, nowhere near the frustration I have developed with The Boy. Since I often work the 3-11 shift, the darling child has endless amounts of unsupervised free time to surf his little eyes off. Anyone care to guess what sites he frequents? I've been fairly fortunate in that my firewall and virus program(s) [I have tried several over time] seem to be keeping out most of the nasties; however, my current version of spyware-stopper is failing miserably. As such, even though the little smartypants thinks he is sly enough to cover his trail, there is always something left behind that makes me go hmmmm. Today, I was greeted with a new desktop icon that appeared to be a misspelled shortcut to "exsplorer". A quick little hover-over showed the path to be that of a pornographic nature, so I have been trying to clean up little traces of shit all morning. Somewhere in here, I have another nifty little program that is hijacking my browser to a gambling site, with all the pop-ups en espanol. While my pop-up blocker halts many, many pop-ups in areas where it doesn't need to, it seems impervious to these. The virus scan found one virus, fixed it, and is taking a nap. The spyware scan, however, estimates a completion time of 2 days, 19 hours, and 34 minutes to do the job. Cool. I'm going back to Norton once I get this all cleaned up. You truly get what you pay for, and I was a fool to leave.
I really like Doritos
And that's all I have to say about that.
Feeling a bit nautical
Not really, but I just like the way it sounds. Bought myself some awesome Sperrys in Oatmeal. Apparently these are a previous season's style, as I can't find them on the website to provide a link to this particular shoe. Received a bit of a price break since I bought them at a 'discount warehouse'-style store. These shoes are stiff as hell. As with all things leather, of course, one must break them in. As such, I am wearing them around the house constantly, and I must say they make an awesome accessory to my faded cotton summer nightie. And since I'm on the subject of shoes... I was rummaging thru my closet, trying on what works for me currently, and dug out a pair of clogs I simply adore, but could not wear last year due to the increased girth of my horrible little sausage feet. I hate my feet. If I had to compare them to something, Fred Flintstone comes to mind. So I have the shoes, some cute little tops I've found along the way this summer, now I have to find PANTS. Oy.
Humpty dumpty
Again with the comparisons. Picture a big round upper body with teeny little legs; I am most definitely an "apple" shape. I find pants shopping unbearable. At a fraction over 5' tall, I have, at best a 27" inseam in heels. How in the hell can one expect to find 'petite' pants in piggish proportions? Yet, sometimes I do. Because of my short and oddly slender legs, and no real butt to speak of, finding waist sizes that accommodate my gut result in enormously sized pants legs. What is UP with clothing designers that feel chubby girls are large all over? I remember how horrific it was shopping for maternity clothes. Oh.my.god. I swear, if I get pregnant again, I had better hope for a spring/summer gestation so I can just wear shorts and jumpers.
So, anyway, Catherine... those tops I bought worked out quite nicely. I still need to find a 'coverup' for that sleevless number I found. It was so nice to go browsing with you. All hail retail therapy! First impressions mean so much, I've been told, and I did want to explain to you that my appearance that day was not representative of my norm. With working nightshift and braving the 350 degree heat in a broken-down POS with no a/c, accompanied by a surly teenager with the patience of a flea, I know I looked frumpy and possibly deranged. I'm pretty sure I smelled. If you knew me on a daily basis, you'd find me fashionably yet comfortably clothed, freshly showered with a touch of makeup and combed hair. Honest. Give me another chance, I can make it up to you. teehee
$^%#*&! computer
For a while now, I have been jonesing for a new keyboard and mouse. Just too damn lazy to go out and get one. Not at the top of my shopping list and all. My keyboard has keys that stick, most notably the "shift" key, which has enabled me to drop caps every.single.fucking.time I need to type an "I". Just a minor aggravation, nowhere near the frustration I have developed with The Boy. Since I often work the 3-11 shift, the darling child has endless amounts of unsupervised free time to surf his little eyes off. Anyone care to guess what sites he frequents? I've been fairly fortunate in that my firewall and virus program(s) [I have tried several over time] seem to be keeping out most of the nasties; however, my current version of spyware-stopper is failing miserably. As such, even though the little smartypants thinks he is sly enough to cover his trail, there is always something left behind that makes me go hmmmm. Today, I was greeted with a new desktop icon that appeared to be a misspelled shortcut to "exsplorer". A quick little hover-over showed the path to be that of a pornographic nature, so I have been trying to clean up little traces of shit all morning. Somewhere in here, I have another nifty little program that is hijacking my browser to a gambling site, with all the pop-ups en espanol. While my pop-up blocker halts many, many pop-ups in areas where it doesn't need to, it seems impervious to these. The virus scan found one virus, fixed it, and is taking a nap. The spyware scan, however, estimates a completion time of 2 days, 19 hours, and 34 minutes to do the job. Cool. I'm going back to Norton once I get this all cleaned up. You truly get what you pay for, and I was a fool to leave.
I really like Doritos
And that's all I have to say about that.
posted by Julie at 10:00 AM
6 Comments:
Oh heck...I'm cracking up over here.
And you didn't smell!
Mmmmmm.... Doritos.... (just call me Homer)
I'm a pear, I think. Or maybe a nectarine, or a guava. Mango!!
i am a pear, otherwise known as the inverted triangle.
i have written extensively on my distaste for the topsider (see: my ob's two-toned suede pair), but perhaps paired with nightwear they take on a whole new style. or maybe you're just one of those people on which they don't look ridiculous. if so, good for you. if not, well, i hope you stick to wearing them around the house with your pjs.
no, they look silly on me too. my son has been riding my ass all day about granny shoes. they look even more tasteless with shorts. i've stayed indoors with shame.
Hmmm. I just had some cheetos. The extra crunchy kind.
mmmm Cheetos. My number one favorite, fried, not the styrofoam puffed kind.
Anyone ever try Fritos with peanut butter? I dare you. yum.
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