Slynnro

Friday, February 27, 2009

Because We All Love Mr. A

As many of you know, I start a new job on Monday. So I'm guessing I will be too busy vomiting from nervousness to post much next week. So, here's my idea. GUEST POSTING BY MR. A!

Yes, you want it to, don't you?

So leave a comment and beg Mr. A to fill in next week. He is easily bribed. I speak from experience. Whining is an incredibly effective tool.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Just Call Me Emelda.

Slynnro: Sooooo....um guess how many pairs of shoes I have.

Mr. A: 28.

Slynnro: Surely, you jest.

Mr. A: 49

Slynnro: Um......

Mr. A: I don't think I want to know.

Slynnro: 92.

Mr. A: Do not ever ask me to buy you shoes as a gift ever again.

So, um, these are my shoes:


Oh, um. . . they don't all fit in one picture:


So I have to admit, even I was a bit disturbed by 92 (which does not include the 7 pairs I set aside for donation). So I decided to do some shoe demographics to ease my mind.

8 pairs of these shoes are Old Navy $9.99 (or less) specials.

13 are from Forever 21, Ross, or Target.

11 are Nine West.

19 are Banana Republic or Department Store on mega clearance (generally $50 or less)

3 are full price high end designer shoes.

4 are J. Crew mega sale.

5 are high end designer mega sale (at least 50% off).

And most importantly for Mr. A, only 44 pairs of these shoes have been purchased in the 41 months since we were engaged. And a at least 7 of those are Old Navy mega sales. And one pair is my wedding shoes, which SO DO NOT COUNT. So really, I'm averaging 1.07 pairs of shoes per month.

(Yeah, I did the math).

I mean, honestly, I should probably feel more ridiculous about this than I do. I get that this is entirely unnecessary, but I also know that shoes are actually something that I am pretty damn cheap about.

Regardless, this is a nice reminder to ya know, STOP BUYING SHOES ALREADY. Although, the Juliet pumps now come in Dusty Rose. . .

So, spill it peeps, anonymously or otherwise. How many pairs of shoes do you have? And if you shoes aren't your thing, what is it that you can't be stopped from collecting in your closet?


Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Perhaps THIS is why I have anger management issues.

So today I went to the doctor, as I am wont to do, for just a general checkup. This was with a new doctor. A doctor I will never see again. At this appointment, I was told:

- That I was going to die from MRSA because I bite my nails. To which I replied "I'll take my chances."

- That my nail biting was an obsessive compulsive behavior.

- After I was informed of both of these things, I was asked if I felt "sufficiently beaten down" by his comments.

- After explaining the mistreatment I have received from past doctors regarding my gastrointestinal issues, I was told that I should really "get that chip off my shoulder and try talking to doctors."

- That my GI problems were a result of internalized anger.

I also had to provide a urine sample. The bathroom where the samples are given was in a hallway outside of the doctor's office. You can only access the bathroom with one of those giant gas station looking keys. When I got to the bathroom door, there was a woman outside desperately trying to open it. I told her that you had to have a key and that it was actually a doctor's office bathroom and not for the public. To which she replied, as she grabbed her lower abdominal area, "I don't think you understand. I'm going to die. I'm fixin' to kill myself if I don't get in a bathroom real soon."

So at least I wasn't that lady I guess.

After this, I went to Mr. A's office to meet him for lunch. I got on the parking garage elevator to find a woman sobbing hysterically into a cell phone. Around her neck was a giant silk scarf which read "I love Jesus!" and was covered in pictures of bibles and crosses.

So at least I wasn't her either.

Monday, February 23, 2009

In Case I Go Missing This Week.

If I don't post anymore this week, please send someone to look for me in my closet:


I share with you my shame because I will post AFTER photos by the end of this week. I swear.


And this?


This is my undone dry cleaning. At least 40 pieces. GAH!

And this?

is going to Goodwill tomorrow. And yes, there's a velour tracksuit in there.

Because I Read My Google Search Terms, I Know What You Want.

Before you delve into the archives about skin care, read this first.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Decorate My Desk.

Okay people, as I've stated, I'm starting a new job. And this time around, I want to invest in some snazzy office accessories because I plan on staying at this job for a long while. So please, direct me to your favorite office accessory sites. And please don't say "Look at Etsy!" Say "Check out this shop on Etsy!" I'm counting on you, stylish friends!

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Highs and Lows

High: I'm about to take 2 valium.

Low: Because I'm about to have a screw implanted in my jawbone.

High: Milkshakes for dinner are really my only option.

Low: Lactose intolerance.

High: One valium for later!

Low: Horrific pain for later!

High: Tomorrow is my last day at my old job!

Low: I won't be able to eat anything at my celebratory Last Day Luncheon.

High: Prescription for Vicodin!

Low: Complete stomach intolerance for Vicodin.

High: Oscar party planned for Sunday with Kate and Maggie!

Low: Being the asshole guest who is not only allergic to cats, but also gluten.

High: Going to Austin tomorrow night!

Low: It's for a friend's "I got laid off party!"

High: Lunch at Hula Hut on Saturday (THAI BBQ FAJITAS)!

Low: Not necessarily (see previous dental woes).

High: Dental Implant Recovery Team has already been dispatched with Snuggie, Harper's Bazaar and copy of The Nasty Bits.

Yes, there is more than one OAF. You try seeing one on Ebay and NOT buying it.

Low: NONE AT ALL.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

A Message From Mr. A: In Case You Missed It.

It's pretty clear that Mr. A comments are a pretty popular phenomenon around here. But Mr. A really outdid himself today with his response to my Hot 'N Sexy Snuggies Post. So here it is, getting it's very own post. In case you missed it.

Snuggies are generally the furthest thing from hot (in the "hot & sexy" sense).

Scenarios that would make a Snuggie hot (and PLEASE keep in mind that this is a J-O-K-E and thus intended to be absurd/exaggerated/totally-removed from-reality):

A. Man walks into room. Woman is laying on couch in electric blue Snuggie. Woman looks up at man and says: "This might look like a standard Snuggie, but it isn't."

Man says: "Really."

Womans says: "This is the special 'Unconditional Oral Sex Edition Snuggie.' I love it. I am going to wear it every weekend until you get tired of it."

Man says: "That will never happen."

B. Man walks into room. Woman is laying on couch in electric blue Snuggie. Man notices that Snuggie seems unusually full. Woman reveals that she thought her Snuggie was awfully empty and drafty, and so she invited the beautiful young Brazilian nanny from across the street to share her Snuggie. Woman also reveals that while snuggling with her new friend, they got a bit too toasty, so they decided to do some chilled vodka shots and strip to their skivies. Finally, woman admits that she really is pretty open to that whole three-some idea man has been pushing for ages. Woman suggests that man go open a bottle of chilled red wine and put on some Blink 182.

C. Man walks in to room. Woman is laying on couch in electric blue Snuggie. Woman looks up and says to man: "Can you guess what I have under my Snuggie?"

Man says: "Some Peanut Butter Puffins and an US Weekly?"

Woman says: "Yes! But I ALSO have each of the following: (1) a sack full of gold bars I found in the back of the pantry; (2) a copy of your long-lost uncle's will, which leaves us a tiny island in the eastern Caribbean and the fabulous estate he constructed thereon; (3) a map to the fountain of youth (actually located in New Braunfels, TX) from a magical bear cub; and (4) a price quote from an esteemed plastic surgeon in the area - he says I should be back on my feet and ready for my new bikinis in time for the two-week trip to Fiji I won on the radio this morning."

Man says: "I would have happily settled for "lingerie", but that is a hot Snuggie."

Scenes From a Marriage: HOT 'N SEXY ED.

Slynnro: OOOOH. Don't I look so hot laying here in my Snuggie?


Mr. A: Um. The Snuggie is a lot of things. Hot is not one of those things.


Slynnro: What if I told you I was totally naked under my Snuggie? Would that change your mind?


Mr. A: No. Not at all actually. Nothing can make that at all attractive. In any way.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Sunday, Sunday.

Ah, Sundays. The Holy Day of Rest.

Some people spend their Sundays at church.

Some people spend their Sundays brunching and reading the newspaper.

Some people spend their Sundays wishing they could eat at Chick-Fil-A, which is closed for family and worship (not unlike husband's favorite San Antonio restaurant, Las Palapas).

And some people spend their Sundays at the gay bar supporting their friend who entered a Drag Queen pageant:



All proceeds collected went to charity. And I would assume God is totally down with that, even if it involves not resting. Working it in the manner of a Drag Queen is quite exhausting.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Sad State of Affairs.

You might be married if while getting ready for your Valentine's Day dinner (which as a wise old married, you do the day before V-Day), you are simultaneously doing laundry and cleaning out the fridge.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

ME Interview

Yesterday, I volunteered to be interviewed by the lovely Kristin of Camels and Chocolate. Here are her questions and my responses!


1. You and Pooples don't necessarily want kids (amen to that). Living in Texas, do you have to put up with a whole lot of "you're going straight to Hell" for your decision? How do you respond? (I ask this selfishly, so I can plagiarize your answer, of course.)


Perhaps not “going straight to hell,” but we certainly get our fair amount of crap about this. Though, based on what others have told me, this hardly a Texas specific thing. Most people don’t get too in my face about it, other than the condescending “Oh, you’ll change your mind. You’re just so young now.”

Really? I’m 28. My mom had two kids at my age. I’m not that young. I will say, my heart is softening towards the idea, and I know Mr. A and I would have plenty of fun with a kid (which, if there is a Kid? THERE WILL SO ONLY BE ONE.), but I’m far from sold on the idea.

But back to your question, I’m pretty bitchy and blunt with people who do foolishly get in my face about this, which really is rarely. I just say “It’s none of your business what I do or don’t do with my uterus.” And if I’m talking to a condescending “you’ll change your mind” person? I tell that that if they ever want to see me bear offspring, they best shut up because I will NOT have children just to spite them.

The thing that really gets me is the occasional insinuation that I am somehow failing Mr. A by not wanting kids. If you say something like that, you are likely to get a Fuck You back. Because really, Fuck You.


2. Since (according to our Southern peers) you'll clearly have some big void to fill in your childless life, will you do so with nine cats? Or maybe an entire litter of Sassy Kays? Speaking of, when can we expect your own little ball of fluff?


I would like to have a cat, only because we presently live in an apartment which is not an ideal situation for a dog. But I’m highly allergic. I grew up with tons of cats- I lived out in the middle of nowhere and they were protection against snakes, but going years without being around them had made my body quite cat intolerant. I break out in a rash, my eyes water, I get itchy. So, no, no cats.

I would totally dig a Sassy Kay- I’ve been trying to talk Mr. A into one for months now, but he’s a hardass. Although I’m betting if one day I just rolled up with a Sassy Kay in hand, he’d get over it pretty quickly. But since I don’t want to be entirely responsible for potty training a dog, I have no immediate plans to do that. But once we get a house? We are so getting two dogs. A Sassy Kay-esque baby dog for me, and a big old man dog for Mr. A. We even have names picked out. I want to name my dog Murphy (which, my aunt-in-law got a dog and named it Murphy- I am so mad about it). Every time I see a dog that I am interested in, I inform Mr. A that it is “totally a Murphy Dog.” Mr. A wants to name his dog Georgia (he used to live in Atlanta and graduated from Emory).



3. Most people who know anything about you know that you have an, erm, mild fondness for J. Crew. Is this something you were born with? Something ingrained in you as a child? Or something you acquired after years of being surrounded by preppy sorority girls and overworked law students?

Despite its present intensity, my love of J. Crew is a pretty new thing. Recall that in the past, J. Crew was largely a basics/staples kind of place, and not the haven of fantastic fashion it presently is. People in Small Town Texas were certainly not shopping at J. Crew. I do recall getting the catalogs and pining for sweaters. My very first sweater from the Crew was an orange wool crewneck that I bought my freshman year of college. It was like $70, and spending that much on a sweater nearly killed me. In fact, I don’t think I bought any more J. Crew until law school, when it was still really out of my price range.

My love of the Crew really amped up during the past year to near obsession levels. Their clothes are just so versatile. And really, about 75% of what I buy there is on sale. I recently bought a top their at full price, and that is probably the first time that has happened in nearly a year.


4. You don't like Girl Scouts. Is this because one bullied you as a kid? Come to think of it, Heather B. was once a Girl Scout, and on your About Me page, you claim to not like Heather B. much either (I'm beginning to put two and two together). Still, would you sacrifice your disdain for the organization for a heavenly box of Thin Mints, Samoas or Tagalongs?


I don’t actually have anything against Girl Scouts. People in my hometown didn’t even do Girl Scouts. Scouting was something that you would be relentlessly mocked for in fact. So I have no ill towards them from a childhood incident, or anything like that.

I do love Thin Mints and Tagalongs. Especially Thin Mints stored in the freezer. I hate coconut, so I hate Samoas. I actually don’t recall the last time I had a Girl Scout cookie though. I don’t like buying them because 1) you eat the whole box in a setting and 2) the only actual problem I have with GS is the way they accost you when you are just trying to go to the grocery store.

(And for the record, the Heather B. reference is to a jokey comment from the past. HB is so one of my internet besties)


5. Is everything really bigger in Texas? (Be honest with us here.)


Um, I dunno? The hair? The hair is really not bigger. Like, that is the most irritating of the stupid things people ask me about Texas. Little old ladies have big hair here. But guess what? Little old ladies have big bad hair everywhere.

People do seem to like bigger vehicles here. Lots of trucks and SUVs and whatnot. Food is big here, but that seems to be a bit of a national epidemic. That being said, if you find yourself in Texas, go have yourself a gigantic Chicken Fried Steak immediately. And yes, Chicken Fried Steak is to be capitalized.

Allow me to go on a slight tangent here- what the hell is up with people and their constant need to bash Texas? Yes, George Bush is from here. But so am I. And I? Am totally awesome. So shut the hell up about Texas already. It is my home, and I really cannot imagine living anywhere else. Every time I go to another state, that is just confirmed.

Monday, February 09, 2009

Now This? This IS Grace In A Small Thing.

Late on Friday night, I went to the grocery store to pick up some cleaning products because my life is nothing if not really fucking exciting. I also wanted to purchase a new toothbrush. At my store, the toothbrushes are on the same aisle as the feminine products. When I entered the toothbrush aisle, I noticed a younger man standing before the Wall of Maxi Pads with a confused look on his face. His head was darting back and forth checking to see if anyone was entering the aisle to bear witness to his humiliation. As I walked down the aisle to the toothbrush section, he walked away from the Wall, obviously embarrassed to be seen making such a purchase.

As I stood pondering the toothbrushes (Crest Spin Brush, for the record), he returned to his position before the Wall and retrieved his cell phone.


“Yeah, I’m at the store….”


“Which kind is it that you want?”


“There are a whole lot of different kinds….”


“Okay, I’ll be there soon.”


I turned around to see what he grabbed. Imagine my horror when I saw what it was:



He noticed my staring, and appeared to be pleading with his eyes for me to answer his internal question. “Is this the right kind?” He didn’t have to say the words. I just knew.


I vigorously nodded my head, “No.”


He reached for the Always, and I smiled.


Happy to have been of assistance, I finished up my shopping and made my way to the checkout. A few seconds later, he got in line behind me. He neglected to put one of the dividers between our stuff and as the cashier reached for the Always, she said “These are yours too right?”


I shook my head no.


He looked down and said weakly, “They’re mine.”

Thursday, February 05, 2009

Fashion Find Feeds

A few people have emailed me to let me know that the old feed for Fashion Find is no longer working. So resubscribe here! You know you want to.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

You Can Stop Tagging Me in Facebook Now.

So, in lieu of writing about such exciting topics as Prep Blog Obsession: How Much Is Too Much? or Why I'm Never Eating Again, I have given in to the damn Facebook Meme.
  1. I’m terrified of the bathrooms in movie theaters. TERRIFIED. I have no idea why. But every time we are at the movies, I tell Mr. A that I have to go the bathroom and that if I’m not back soon, something bad has happened. And I always assume something bad will happen. Because movie theater bathrooms are bad places.
  2. Speaking of movies, I practically have to be chained to a chair to watch a movie. It’s not that I don’t enjoy good movies when I see them, I just don’t like to be attached to an activity for that long. Two whole hours? GAH. I also really don’t like to see super big blockbusters because it annoys people that I won’t. I still haven’t seen Titanic. I’ve never seen Star Wars either. A while back, there was an article on Yahoo! news about someone who hadn’t seen Star Wars. Like really, that’s all it was about. That person? Not that special.
  3. I hate the song “Mean Tom Sawyer” by Rush with every fiber of my being. I mean, I hate all Rush, but Mean Tom Sawyer? OH THE DISDAIN.
  4. Every single time I swallow a pill, I shiver. I hate taking pills. Almost as much as I hate Mean Tom Sawyer.
  5. I really, really, really, really hate my real life name. (Which, please, if you know it? Don’t type it here. I don’t want this to show up in Google.)
  6. I don’t eat any fruit. No, really. Yes, even apples! And I hate fruit pies. They are disgusting.
  7. I also hate homemade macaroni and cheese. I only like Kraft. It’s the cheesiest! POWDERED CHEESE RULES!
  8. I don’t like melted cheese, except mozzarella. I think queso is absolutely awful.
  9. My favorite fish is Mahi Mahi. I have been obsessed with it ever since I had the most delicious grilled Mahi Mahi sandwich at the Hotel Si Como No in Manuel Antonio, Costa Rica. I still think about that sandwich sometimes.
  10. Whenever I tell people that I was a cheerleader in high school, they are always shocked. It really pisses me off. I don’t understand why that is so shocking. I loved being a cheerleader. I would advise against trying to explain why you think it is shocking in the comments section.
  11. I played the flute until I was in high school. I would really like to start taking lessons again, but I can’t remember how to read music.
  12. I never cry. About anything.
  13. I’m with Metalia in that I am totally lost on why people like Sodoku. WHY??!?!
  14. I am absolute candy addict. But I don’t really care much for chocolate. I mean, I’ll eat it. But I’m not all Stereotypical Woman about it.
  15. I don’t drink wine. Like, at all. I know, I’m 28 and I need to get over it. It’s a bit embarrassing. But don’t be shocked if you see Mr. A and I at a fancy dinner drinking Diet Cokes. In fact, our first Valentine’s Day dinner was at the Four Seasons in Austin. I knew Mr. A was the one when we both ordered Diet Cokes with dinner. This is not to say we never drink, but with meals? I hate drinking just alcohol. I need a fizzy beverage.
  16. Speaking of, I hate it when people call soda “pop.” UGH.
  17. I can identify any car on the road from a considerable distance. Even in the dark. I recognize the taillights.
  18. I hate soda that comes in plastic bottles (20 or the big liter bottles). I only drink it when it is absolutely necessary. I prefer fountain drinks, but I will settle for a can.
  19. I hate fart/poop/penis/12 year old boy humor. Like, I just don’t think it’s funny at all. I know this is going to disappoint Ali.
  20. I am incredibly easily disgusted by hotel cleanliness. Over course of our lives, this will cost my husband tens of thousands of dollars spent at the Four Seasons. I can live with that.
  21. I hardly ever eat red meat. Maybe once a year. Maybe.
  22. I bite my nails. I have no desire to quit. Like, it would take a very substantial sum of money to get me to quit biting my nails. I quit once during my freshman year of college. Looking at my long nails grossed me out. I’ll take my bitten down nubs ANYDAY.
  23. I’m obsessed with Clorox Disinfecting Wipes. They are the greatest thing since J. Crew.
  24. I really do love J. Crew that much.
  25. I keep all of my shoes in their original boxes. That way, my closet looks like the shoe department.

Monday, February 02, 2009

This is not part of the Snuggie Lifestyle.

As many of you saw from Twitter and Facebook (God, I am such an attention whore!), I spent yesterday in the hospital recovering from some sort of mystery tummy ailment. I'll spare you all the gory details, but after going out with some friends on Saturday night, I came home and started um....emptying the contents of my stomach. Nonstop. For oh, eight hours or so. As you can imagine, at some point what was coming up was uh, not food. Eventually, "not food" turned into....something red. At which point, I started to freak out. Mr. A had woken up to check on me off and on. When I reached my breaking point, I was lying face first on the bath mat in Mr. A's bathroom, screaming "MR. A!" until he finally got up to come find me because I literally could not get up.

It was like I was reenacting one of those "I've fallen and I can't get up" commercials. And at that moment, I seriously considered ordering one of those Life Alert monitors.

So, Mr. A and I went to the hospital (I highly recommend the Baylor ER- very nice and clean). When I was checking in, I started to feel nauseous, and they handed me what I affectionately began to refer to as the Vomit Cone:

which looks uh, like as Mr. A termed it, an elephant condom. So I couldn't really take this thing seriously and use it for its intended purpose because I kept laughing at it.

Another bright blue item came with me to the ER:

Please ignore the grease in my hair.

OH YES, I brought my Snuggie. And let me tell you, I am glad I did. They keep it freezing cold in there.

Anyway, I spent about 8 hours laying there hoping to be able to keep some fluids down. The various tests they did came back with nothing, so the best guess is food poisoning. This actually seems to have nothing to do with the GI horrors that are a part of my daily life. So now I am at home, with a prescription for phenergan, and an incredibly sore body. Who knew 8 hours of dry heaving was such a workout?

Thank you all for your texts and emails and Twitter messages. I feel the love! And also, a bit nauseous. Back to bed!