I Want

This week. Oh, this week! I've had better, but I suppose, I've also had worse. Time for some things that make me smile. Santa? Feel free to drop these off right after you deliver that steamy lumberjack that I've had my eye on. Pretty please?

Sleep has been scarce these past few weeks. Too much caffeine, not enough exercise, and a nightly pickle consumption leave the peepers looking less than fresh. Anything referencing Buffy the Vampire Slayer gets two thumbs up in my book. And how can you go wrong with a little Holly Golightly in your life?

Pure genius. All those missing pen caps (no, not my pens. I throw them away if they're missing their caps. I'm that OCD sometimes) turned into a brilliant idea -- it's a pen cap pencil holder! My desk is in desperate need a of little OCDTLC.  

You can pretty much drink the most unappealing fluid out of these cups and probably still do so with a smile. Total cuteness. And stackable too. I can't resist.

Stay warm, dear friends. It's currently 15 degrees in the land of oHIo & I can't feel my toes.

*All photos & products courtesy of Fred Flare.

Home Sweet Apartment

Love, LOVE the color.
Source: http://apartmentdesigns.blogspot.com/2010/07/apartment-interior-design.html

Oh, how I wish I could tell you I enjoy moving, but seriously, does anyone really enjoy the MOVING part?? Doubtful.

There have been a few hiccups, such as, not having a refrigerator yet. Since today is the first day of my lease, someone best be puttin' in a new fridge soon!

I met my new across-the-hall neighbor tonight. She's a polite woman, maybe early forties? Lives there with her daughter and Taco Bell dog. I like nice people. Makes the transition a bit easier. Especially this one.

I hate to sound like such a homebody, because I don't think I am one, at all. But after living alone for a year, then moving back to the mothership for almost two years, I'm a little saddened to leave the nest again. True, murder would've ensued had I stayed much longer, but I love my fam no matter what. Drama, crazy or none - they're my peeps.

So, here I go. Spreading the proverbial wings and leaving the nest once again. However, the nest I'm flocking to will be pimp. Trust.

Purple: the color of Amy
Image source: http://ny.curbed.com/uploads/200e57thstreet.jpg

Snapshot

1. Coexist. Snowmen and pumpkins can live harmoniously. Even Rudolph eats Thanksgiving dinner...
2. Where I wish I was right this moment. Charleston, SC circa summer 2010
3. Neglected. My water intake is embarrassing. At least the water bottle is pretty!

Random. Oh, so random. That's a 100% accurate description of how I've been feeling lately. This week is pretty major in terms of secrecy, stealthiness and emotion. I'm not thrilled. Looking forward for the cat to be out of the bag & for life to move forward post-revelation.

All in good time, my pretties.

Oh, Monday.

Necessity

How is it Monday already? Thankfully, this will be a short week filled with fun work projects, Turkey Day(!) & MOVING DAY! Yes, I only allowed one day to move my running total of crap & possessions. I'm daft like that.

Helping me through the day?

Some color:

This scarf is well-loved, ie, well-worn & often.

Have a great Monday, all (if that's even remotely possible...)

Tighten Up

As much as I complain about Ohio weather, I am very thankful to live in a part of the US that has changing seasons. I'll still yammer that it's always too wet in the spring, too hot in the summer, not chilly enough in the fall & bloody freezing and hazardous in the winter -- but there's nothing better than the changing of the seasons. 

One of my favorite things about the gradual change from fall to winter:

The return of the purple tights

I should be ashamed that I've had these tights for years... Or should I? I suppose tights don't have an expiration date. If anything, I'm impressed that I haven't manage to destroy them with snags & recklessness like so many others before them. Alas, one pair of purple tights isn't going to sustain me during this gray, frigid Ohio winter.

Some contenders: both courtesy of Fred Flare

Dear Kate.

I feel compelled to exalt Miss Middleton on snagging the sapphire bling & patiently waiting eons for Wills to come to terms with the fact that his Rogaine isn't working. However, I really must point out that crown, or no crown, I can't help but wonder if she's thinking, "Crap. I picked the wrong brother."

Prince Hot Ginge for life, people. For life:

The Old is New Again.

New address! New blog name! New focus!!!

And too many exclamation points!

After 5 years of anonymous blogging, I'm officially out of the blogging closet.

Of course, this outing meant that hundreds of post with me waffling along about who-knows-what had to be archived. If you're in the mood to read that drivel, you know where you can still find it. But it won't be here.

Moving on. Moving forward. Let's go!*


*Clearly, I love my exclamation points.