Monday, February 24, 2014

Man-dresses Monday

Happy Monday! I'm never very enthusiastic about a Monday, but my eBay compulsion made my Monday morning pleasant. Here's what I stumbled upon while sorting through my saved searches for lady dresses.

Crossdressers Boutique



The Crossdresser Boutique is a one-stop, trailer park, man-dress shop that makes me very happy. I love that the proprietor models all of her listings and accessorizes with the versatility and flair of a true eBay fashionista.

My favorite listing is this sophisticated purple number, which looks great with red stilettos and red, high-gloss, Lee press-on nails. You can't buy confidence, but you could get this gown for the steep price of $25. (Shipping is also pretty unreasonable at $11.75). 



Are you looking for something more glamorous? How about this metallic blue cocktail dress ($25).


For a truly sexy look, pick up this black, crushed velvet minidress, again for $25.00.



Kudos to you, Crossdressers Boutique! Your item photos are sure to bring all the boys to your trailer park yard.



Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Midweek Malaise

I'm on the 3rd day of a week-long juice cleanse and am having a hard time staying strong. Last night I gorged on 10 blueberries and this afternoon I ate one of JJ's fries and a slice of tomato. Audra is doing a much better job than I am, but hopefully these songs will help all of us get you through the week:


Friday, February 14, 2014

Hearts and Farts

I don't know what happened to me, but I've thrown all my traditions out the window this year!

After 5 years of pickling green beans as Christmas presents, I couldn't get even the slightest motivation to trim, brine, and jar my delicious bean treats this year. Last year set a personal record of 30+ jars with shipments to 3 different cities. It was a little sad when I realized that I was no longer procrastinating and admitted defeat that pickles weren't gonna happen.

If I'm maintaining any traditions this year, it's ending all my traditions! I normally send valentines to my wonderful girlfriends, but once again I couldn't muster up any motivation. Tuesday night, after writing a rain check on my plans, it crossed my mind that I still had time to make and mail hearts and love to my lovely ladies, but instead, I cried while watching a movie about Suffragettes. 

Crafting valentines, expressing how dear my gals are to me, and getting sweet little thank you texts and photos whenever they receive them fills me with love and joy. Here are some images of last year's love bombs!

So, dear girlfriends, please accept this pathetic blog as my valentine to you. What you would have found in your mailbox was a shiny red envelope with a brown craft paper card inside. On the front, there would have been a big heart, made from type-written Xs and Os that should have been produced on my lovely blue Smith Carona machine that looks like this.

Imagine, if you will, an image similar to this heart.

Mine would have been much bigger though, because I have more love for you than that dinky little heart could hold.

On the inside of the card you would find a message detailing the extent of my appreciation and affection and a big THANK YOU for being such a great friend and wonderful person. Here's a brief and generic example, because each one of you possess singularly wonderful qualities that requires personalization.

I'm sure this virtual valentine isn't eliciting the feelings of joy and happiness that you might have felt had you received an actual valentine, but I'm certain the love and cheer would have been so overwhelming that your reaction would be similar to this T-Rex's.

So with that, I send immeasurable amounts of gratitude to my outstanding females. I honestly can't imagine that there is a better group of women anywhere else in this world. I don't think I'll ever be able to properly express how fortunate I feel to have such beautiful, talented, and brilliant girlfriends.

Friendship between women can take different forms. It can run like a river, quietly and sustainingly through life; it can be an intermittent, sometime thing; or it can explode like a meteor, altering the atmosphere so that nothing ever feels or looks the same again. –Mary Haskell

XOXO,
LDC

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

32, Whoop-De-Doop

My 32nd birthday is Saturday and I'm completely nonplussed about it. Since turning 30, every year has been better than the last, so you would think that I'd be excited about 32. I guess I just don't feel a day younger than 33.5. 

This is the first year that BBC is working full time at the flower shop and since he will be overworked due to Valentine's Day (They start delivering on the 13th and don't stop until end of day the 15th.) we're not planning any birthday celebration this year. There is a Spray Paint and Oblivians show Saturday night that I'm very excited about and we'll probably eat chicken and waffles to celebrate another friend's birthday beforehand, but I still sort of feel like my  birthday is bleh this year.  Boo Hoo, mopey 32. I did have a birthday-themed ladies movie night this month, tonight I'll have a mini birthday date with Pam and her new baby boy, Charlie, and tomorrow I'll be doing happy hour with Beth and Gina, so I've got that.

So, for my birthday post this year, I look back and reflect on birthdays past for some excitement inspiration. I also present this video of my favorite Oblivians song as an offering to the gods in hopes that it will be played Saturday night.



Last year's 31st birthday blog post:
And One to Grow On  Surprisingly, I now have everything on my birthday wishlist except that bunny butt cotton ball holder!
How cute is this!


The year that started my best decade:
Three-Oh
Droppin' it like it's lukewarm

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Thursday Tidbits

  • BBC went to the dentist for the first time in nearly 20 years. I was so proud of him for not having any anxiety, as I know I would. My sweetie has to get two root canals and a tooth pulled, but teeth are important and I've been in his position before. Peanuts be damned, my hubby will finally be able to eat you again soon.
  • Before my man's dentist appointment, our little guy Boris had his first vet appointment in nearly 6 years. It was quite the ordeal as he was spitting, growling, screaming, and snorting. The sweet little lump of snuggle that cuddles me nightly turned into a Tasmanian devil right before my eyes.
  • Welp, I didn't get into grad school. It's pretty darn disappointing, but I've been wait-listed and will ultimately find out if I've been accepted in April. So... more waiting and hoping. I can't quite find the word to express my feelings; I don't feel stupid or embarrassed, but I was pretty confident that I would get in. Now, I'm just crossing my fingers that someone who was accepted outright declines.
  • Last night Karen spilled corn all over herself, but was kind enough to miss the new couch. Yay for ladies.
Me in PJs with the gals on the new couch
    • This weekend, I'm taking a seminar to become a Deputy Registrar enabling me to register people to vote. It's the first task in a very exciting fellowship I've been admitted in to work on the Wendy Davis gubernatorial campaign. I'm super excited about it, but it will be a lot of volunteer work committing 20 hours a week when I already have two jobs. I will also be spending my birthday at another training seminar, but who cares about celebrating 32 anyhow! I haven't worked on a campaign since the 2004 Presidential race of Dennis Kucinich mainly because nobody has excited me politically since. Go Wendy, Go!!