Stripped and Strapped

striped sweater: AE, gingham button-up: Old Navy, denim trousers: Old Navy, wedge booties: Old Navy

Jason rediscovered his GameCube that we keep in the game room along with all the other ridiculous gaming systems. Meanwhile, I discovered this recipe for browned butter chocolate chip cookies. Made them for the super bowl party we had at my bro/sis-in-law’s (that I spent studying for a giant music history test that I only chose to start studying for 2 days before) and then when those ran out I made a double batch last night. However, I ran out of brown sugar and didn’t have molasses–the first substitute I found–so I had to use corn syrup and honey. A substitute for a substitute. SUBSTITUTECEPTION.

A Story

Once upon a time this happened and she came into our lives. A dirty, crusted mess. She woke us up early in the morning, hungry, and never stayed put in her laundry basket.

She eventually learned to clean herself and began to eat real cat food.

She took tons of naps. Mostly on our shoulders and clothes, but her favorite spot was (and still is) nestled up to her best friend Toonces.

When she first met Toonces as a playful kitten, she annoyed him. Toonces sat still while she swatted at his twitching tail and tried to nurse on him.(Hilarious!)

She grew and grew and grew.
She still annoys Toonces.
She still naps near us. (She’s currently sleeping on our jackets on the table. Where she shouldn’t be.)
She’s still mischievous. (See above.)
She’s still silly.

But she’s our Little Bit. And I don’t think we could love her any more!

Mutually Exclusive

It’s no secret that the media (or whomever) preaches that thinness is beauty. I myself have struggled endlessly with this idea. But another surprising struggle on the other end of that spectrum is plus-sized fashion. I really can’t say it any better than Lydia. PLEASE read this. She nails everything I’ve been saying and thinking for years.

My FAVORITE quote from her post:
“…I do think there is something to be said for publications and media outlets which choose to tout the fact that you can be “plus sized AND stylish” as though the two are mutually exclusive. Personal style has nothing to do with size or ethnicity or wealth. Just as it is kind of offensive when someone proclaims how amazing it is it that a black girl has style, it’s equally insulting to be referred to as a curvy girl with personal style.”

Can you believe that? It makes me sick to my stomach knowing that girls all over the world, including myself, are being fed this load of manure. Accepting one’s self and loving one’s self for who they are is, sadly, a very difficult feat to overcome. Fortunately, more designers are debuting larger sizes while simultaneously condemning them, like Lydia said.

I really can’t say it better than her! Please go read her post!

Awkward and Awesome

AWKWARD:

-I spilled water three times last week. In the same place.
-When did February happen?
-Getting irritated without knowing it because I hadn’t eaten. Then eating and Jason saying, “See? I told you so.” when I became normal again. Sorry. 🙂
-My face has been suuuper itchy the past couple of days. Arg!
-A girl talking for 5 minutes about how hearing the harpsichord being played made her feel.
-The amount of flies on our porch every night. WHY.
-Finding a really long hair on my cheek. Uh, why didn’t anyone tell me?!
-Listing my prom dresses on Craigslist then having someone email me very interested in buying it and saying “Hang on. I’ll talk to my daughter.” and six days later I haven’t heard back.
-The length of my nails. They grow so dad gum fast! As does my hair.
-Spending precious time trying four different hairstyles before I left this morning only to have them all fall out. I have too much hair.

AWESOME:
-It rained ALL DAY yesterday. Sweet, sweet sound.
-NETFLIX.
-Our cat Toonces is actually starting to like me. It’s been over a year since we got him so I’d say it’s about time.
-Rearranging our living room and wondering why we didn’t do it sooner.
-Lists. I love lists. Made about 5 of them Wednesday.
-The two sweet notes Jason left me when he had to leave before I got home.
-Finding a place to put all of our booze so it looks classy. Ha!
-Discovering a new relaxation technique that I’ve been using every night before bed.
-Winning a gift card to InPink jewelry via Le Quaintrelle! Hello gorgeous new ring and bracelet!

Red

In honor of the month of love I painted my nails a very peppy shade of red! Happy February!

Since Jason and I started taking Financial Peace University by Dave Ramsey, we’ve noticed some things:
1. We can seriously become millionaires if we make our money work for us.
2. We need to get some new bills.
3. We aren’t as poor as we thought we were.
4. EVERYONE needs to take this class. (SERIOUSLY. Even you high schoolers!)
5. It’s never too early to start saving for retirement. Never.

By new bills I mean life insurance, renter’s insurance (which we won’t always have, but since robberies have increased at the school–that’s right across the street!–we’d rather be safe than sorry), and identity theft insurance. I had the unfortunate experience of having my bank account hacked into the day before I left for NYC several years ago. Since that was such a hellacious experience I can only imagine what having my identity stolen would be like. Yikes.

When we sat down and put a name to every cent in our money it was really like we had gotten a raise. We made a plan for the whole year! We made a list of things we wanted or needed and made a budget for them. Granted, we weren’t bad off before we did the budget. Jason has done one every month since we’ve been married almost. He knew where the money was going but I didn’t even have a log in to our bank account. Well, that’s changing now since I am involved in the budget and money process.

It’s tough feeling like I have no say in where our money goes because Jason is the one with the job. Out of repressed feelings of no-Jason-you-do-what-you-want-because-it’s-technically-you’re-money-not-mine-even-though-we’re-married-and-share-the-bank-account-and-a-last-name-and-a-house-and-two-cats-so-just-give-me-an-allowance I let him handle the money even though he begged me to get involved. He always wants me to be happy and it bugged him that we weren’t on the same page. BUT! Today I got myself my own log in to our account! I also got insurance quotes from several companies. So now all we have to do is pick one and budget for it.

Last Sunday on our way up to class we rode the elevator up with an older couple. He saw my binder and said, “I should take that.” And I chuckled and nodded in agreement saying how incredible it was. He said, “We retired but have since had to go back to work. The economy is really taking a toll on everyone.”
Now, two things happened in my brain at that moment. Pity and non-pity. Pity because he and his wife left good jobs only to go crawling back to them in their 60s and 70s. Non-pity because it isn’t the economy’s fault he didn’t prepare for his own retirement. Harsh? Absolutely not.

He and his wife worked too hard to expect the government to take care of them once they retired. They worked too hard to retire only to go back to work.

I don’t want that to be my story. I want to retire. For good. And thankfully with this class Jason and I will be able to do that and live well. Really well.

Does anyone else feel slightly overwhelmed with all the grown-up things we have to do? I mean, identity theft insurance? That’s a real thing we have to pay for! Do you ever feel like you won’t ever make enough money to get all that insurance?! Sheesh!

Au Natural

shirt: goodwill, denim: Target, sneakers: Converse

I just washed my hair for the first time since last Thursday. And I just tried to capitalize last. So take that all you people that wash your hair every day. It’s called water conservation. Or being green. Much like the pants I’m wearing. And if you can find a dirt/gravel backdrop for any and all of your pictures you’ll be accepted easier. FYI…