I Love You, Mary Jane

The other day I received an email from Shoe Dazzle that alerted me of the amount of awesome shoes out in the netherworld. Problem was, the concept of Shoe Dazzle sounds sketchy, so I immediately closed the email, but it was too late. The image had been planted. I needed Mary Janes. So I went to the website and looked at those fabulous suede MJ's they so obligingly suggested, but they were 4 inches high. Not good for daily/real world use.

Seriously, who wears that shit to work? (Or anywhere, but in a limo and a quick waltz down the red carpet?) Not I. Put me in 4 inches and I start walking like a chicken on stilts. Besides, I can't sit on my ass all day. It makes me fat and cranky. So I scoured the web for other styles, but all of them had those damned skyscraper heels! I was feeling defeated, until I swung by my one-stop-shoe-shop: Dillards. And I found them. The PERFECT Mary Janes. Perfect heel and just enough detail to stand out from the rest. I haven't been this excited about shoes since, well, since the last time I bought shoes at Dillards. Anyway, they made me so happy, I just had to share.



Black patent Antonio Melani Mary Janes. The iconic piece to my fall wardrobe.

Little Fish Big Fish

My son is not even 1 year and already Mr. T and I are staying up late contemplating schools. Do we move to a small "city" and put him in those schools? Let him succeed as a big fish in a small pond? I have this crazy fear that, if he were to stay in this town, he would be spoiled by the attention and familiarity and never want to leave.

In this town you need to be connected to get along, but my own instinct is to buck popularity and thumb my nose at the elite. Yet, I rub elbows with them and attend their parties. Some are scummy and some are sweet. I guess my challenge is not to sell out to the scum. Keep my integrity while furthering the advancement of Baby T. Maybe he gets a better opportunity.

But...

I would rather we move to the bigger city where there is a mix of different cultures, art museums, festivals, the college campus, theatres, multiple parks, and (gasp) sidewalks! I want to be where life is not stagnant! I want my boy to be more like me! Is that selfish? Not at all. I love who I am and the decisions I have made. I want my boy to be adventurous! I want my boy to know that it's okay to leave home and explore the world! Big pond, little fish.

Yet...

I know I can instill that sense of adventure and daring regardless of where we live. I remind myself that big pond or little pond, my boy is a Koi, a most resilient fish. He will adjust to any environment I put him in.

P.S. If you have PJ Harvey singing in your head, your welcome. ;)

True Story

From: MrsT
Sent: Monday, August 15, 2011 3:37 PM
To: All Employees
Subject: Water outage

There is a leak in the main. They will be shutting down our water for the rest of the day within the next half hour.

Thank you,

MrsT
________________________________________________________________________________

From: MrsT
Sent: Tuesday, August 16, 2011 9:28 AM
To: All Employees
Subject: RE: Water outage

The water has been turned off again today to continue to work on the leak. We will let you know when the issue has been resolved.

Thank you for your patience,
MrsT


Apparently, this was translated to: Although the water is off today, please continue to use the toilet in your regular manner, instead of going to the gas station and taking care of your business like a decent human being.

I had to follow up with the following email. Don't ask me how I knew.


From: MrsT
Sent: Tuesday, August 16, 2011 12:17 PM
To: The Most Disgusting People I Ever Met
Subject: RE: Water outage

Team,
Please do not continue to use the toilets, since they do not flush.

Thank you,

MrsT

Cleano vino

So, as I finished up cleaning the kitchen, I realized there was about one glass of wine left in the bottle. I didn't want to leave it there all lonely and pathetic in that bottle. Then again, I didn't want to clean another glass. It was at that moment I realized that I seriously considered drinking my cab straight from the bottle. Not as a joke or an act of drunkeness. Just an act of exhaustion mixed with a bit of practicality. Yet I still felt ashamed. Damn our puritanical society!

Who's on first?

Me: I have a cardholder who has fraudulent charges.
AmEx: Is this the first time you are calling in about these charges?
Me: Yes.
AmEx: I see there was a conversation we had with the cardholder. Are you sure he did not call in already?
Me: Today?
AmEx: Looks like it was in December.
Me: For charges made in January?
AmEx: My mistake looks like it was in November.
Me: For charges made in January?
AmEx: Oh wait. Looks like it was the primary cardholder we spoke with on December 31.
Me: For charges made in January?
AmEx: Never mind. That conversation was for something else. That makes more sense, since these charges did not occur until January.

And…scene!

Keeping it Real

Heard the baby's heartbeat today and I must admit I am relieved. I haven't seen anything since the ultrasound in week 6 and was getting kind of nervous. I am at that awkward stage where you just look kind of fat instead of pregnant and sometimes it even throws ME off. With so many women having miscarriages around me, how can I NOT be paranoid? Listening to the sound confirmed the health of my baby and I will definitely rest easy tonight!

Next appointment is the ultrasound that will also show whether it's a she or a he. Very exciting! I get to bring an audience of 3 and a dvd to record the sonogram. Who knew? Technology is very impressive today.

Love Hangover

So, I am just starting my 9th week of pregnancy and can't wait until the queasiness is gone. What can I say? I'm a pansy. The past couple of weeks, the hubbie would ask how I feel. The only description I could give is I feel hungover, only without the good stuff the night before. I'm tired, my stomach finds everything questionable, and I am totally sporting what looks like a beer gut. Maybe all this ick is good for me. It takes my mind off of the looming scariness of the actual birth. Seriously terrified. I was so brave before I got pregnant. Now that I am, not so much. Seriously don't know how all you momma's did it. In fact, it seems like I see all these pregnant women living with pregnancy like they don't even notice it. Why can't I be that person? Maybe I'm just surrounded by supermom freaks. Hmmm...that notion made me feel slightly better. Well, fingers crossed for a good 2nd trimester.