Lazy!

One last home related thing- what are your favorite home decor blogs?  What I bring to my closet, I do not bring to the rest of the place!  Help me!

The Weekend in Twitter.

So, this weekend Mr. A and I went to the wedding of one of his oldest friends, avid reader Brian (HI BRIAN).  We were all looking very attractive:

I love this dress so much I want to marry it.

Perhaps I should have asked the minister to perform a ceremony.

Unfortch, I couldn't quite look at him straight after I waited in line for the bathroom after him.

For 15 minutes.

It was not pleasant.

At all.

Ole Waxy:

I have to admit I was a little wary of Mr. A's ability to pull off this particular seersucker look, but I think he did good.

But, as it should be, the bride showed us all up.  IN HER OWN CREATION.

Yes, y'all, the bride MADE THAT DRESS. She is presently in design school.  I think she's going to do okay.

The wedding was near Austin, and we stayed in Austin.  As you probably all know, I have a big crush on Austin, like most people who ever have lived there do.  And I've long complained to Mr. A that I would love to move back there some day, unrealistic as that dream is given Mr. A's particular field of law (it should be noted that I have excellent job prospects there).  After spending the weekend there, I have to say, coming back to Dallas was easier than usual.  The traffic.  HOLY SHIT THE TRAFFIC.  Doing anything takes at least 40 minutes.  And the people who are the problem?  Damn yuppie types like me.  Man am I ever a hypocrite.

Austin has, however, retained some of its charm:

(sic)

 Mr. A's friend Brian's friends were also a nice reminder that I am OLD and LAME.  They party with an energy I don't think I ever possessed, save for a very brief time during my senior year of college and first year of law school.  I can't hang like I used to:

Of course, I was reminded of that even earlier in the weekend when I was sent on a quest to buy white underpants for my husband to wear under his suit.  Ultra Cool Party Slynnro never did that.

Home Decor Store?

Along with a new address, we are in need of some new furniture!  Right now we are in a queen sized bed, which is NOT IDEAL when you are sleeping with someone who literally has 100 lbs on you and is about 7 inches taller (and I'm pretty tall for a girl- Mr. A is a GIANT).  So we are FINALLY GETTING A KING SIZED BED!

I've scoped out all of the usual suspects- Pottery Barn, Crate and Barrel, and Restoration Hardware.  Where else do you ladies like to buy furniture?  We are likely getting this couch, (we currently have this chair) but I'm looking for a bed and dining room table, as well as an occasional chair.  I am IN LOVE with this chair, but its pretty pricey (Mr. A's head is presently exploding): 

I also love this, but Mr. A's head would also explode here as well. 

It's time for us to grow up and finish out buying our Big Boy furniture!  I want to step away from the matchy matchy nature of our current apartment and mix things up a bit!  Any advice is appreciated.

Cheaters Always Win.

Celebrities are cheaters.  In all ways.  They are cheaters literally in that they all seem to cheat on their spouses.  But they are cheaters in a lot of other ways too.  Special undergarments, plastic surgery, stylists, Louboutin shoes that make their calves look amazing.  And skin care products.  They are skin care cheaters too.  I always knew that they weren't all born with perfect porcelain skin, but in my old age as I am able to spend more on higher quality products, I realize how COMPLETELY UNFAIR the beauty situation is, mortals vs. celebrities.  And I also realize that I'm a pretty big cheater too.  I know that I'm lucky to be able to afford to buy lots of fancy skin care products.  And as I've said many, many times here- the expensive stuff is better.  A lot better.

Last week, Kate and I both had microdermabrasion (for a mere $50) as a part of a spa week promotion.  I hadn't had microdermabrasion since the months prior to my wedding when my skin care obsession began.  Mr. A was kind enough to finance a number of skin care treatments at Bliss Spa, which is incredibly pricey.  Its also incredibly good.  Not only are the treatments outstanding, Bliss is also all about the experience.  Brownie bites, swanky surroundings, and massages while your treatments are working.  LOVE.  

I didn't truly appreciate my Bliss experience until this latest microdermabrasion treatment, which ATE MY FACE (and Kate's face too).  While the microderm was going on, it felt pretty rough and painful, but I normally associate pain with good spa treatments (see my EXTREME PRESSURE high intensity deep tissue massages), so I was hoping this just meant it was scraping all the ook off my face.  What encouraged me to seek out microderm in the first place was the serious texture issues I was having with my skin- rough patches and little bumps.  I also had a serious little patch of acne flareups on my forehead and my chin, as my skin is wont to do every couple of months.  My skin is also prone to acne scarring- even if it is just a simple pimple (I've been fortunate enough to avoid ever having cystic acne).  

So you can imagine my disappointment when I looked in the mirror a few hours later and saw red angry patches all over my face.  I was even MORE pissed off when I woke up to near scabs around my eyes- super flaky red skin.  And even worse- my pores were in no better condition than they were pre microderm.  It was a MicroMONSTROSITY.

Just prior to this I was lucky enough to receive not one but TWO Neiman Marcus $50 bonus cards for Double InCircle Points promotion weekend.  Remember the success I've had with Nature Bisse in the past, I promptly demanded a few samples of a product I had used in the past- Natura Bisse GlycoLine Glyco Extreme Peel.  I remembered loving it in the past but abandoning it because well, its FUCKING EXPENSIVE.  (Cheaper, lower concentration peels available here.)

Well, abandon it no more!  Within 20 minutes of applying the peel, my dry patches were gone.  My acne scars were fading.  The giant zit on my forehead was shrinking.  This stuff is a-ma-zing.  I did another peel two days later and ladies, I simply cannot believe the difference.  My skin doesn't get oily during the day at work.  Normally, I'm a 2-3 oil-blotting-sheets-a-day-er.  Today I used one and it barely had any oil on it.  My makeup goes on smoother.  My foundation disappears into my skin.  My powder blends better.  My skin color is naturally more even.  I really cannot get across what a miracle this product is.  One container of peel is probably good for 20-30 peels.

I've told Mr. A many times that if we ever had to start seriously cutting back out budget, I would refuse to give up my Fekkai shampoo and my brow waxing lady.  Add this to the list.  I would gladly go years without clothing purchases if I had to choose between that and this product.  I am not kidding (whew- thankfully don't have to make this choice yet...).  In better financial times, you can always buy new clothes.  You can't buy back years that you didn't take care of your skin.  If you are considering spa facial treatments, one treatment is going to cost almost as much as this product.  PICK THIS.  I stake my skin care guru reputation on it.  And if my word isn't good enough- go to Neiman's.  They are generous with the samples because they know you will buy this product.

This product is how cheaters win.  Be a cheater. 

This is IN NO WAY A PAID AD.  I take money, Natura Bisse!  Call me!  Kisses!

Edited to Add:  Ironic that this ad is running on my blog.  I gots lots to say about this- coming soon.  Vanity only keeps you poor if you CHOOSE that.

Bottom of the Barrel.

Thoughts floating in my head this Monday night:

1.  Lately, the way we empty the dishwasher is as follows: 
a) I run the dishwasher. 
b)  The dishwasher completes its cycle. 
c)  I do not empty the dishwasher. 
d)  I take the clean dishes out of the dishwasher on an "as needed" basis. 
e) I put the dirty dishes in the sink. 
f)  Repeat until all of the clean dishes have been taken out of the dishwasher and are now are sitting dirtied in the sink.
g) Rinse and Repeat.

2.  Does anyone else feel like an asshole when your change is one penny?  Its like, I don't want the damn penny.  I don't need the damn penny, but I feel like if I walk away sans penny, I'm all "OH YOU PEASANT SOUL AT THE CASH REGISTER!  I SHANT BE BOTHERED WITH MY PENNY!"  But if I wait for this penny, its like "HI I AM THE ASSHOLE WHO THINKS YOU MIGHT STEAL MY PENNY.  GIVE IT TO ME!"

3.  Just me?

4.  Today I went to the dentist to get my teeth cleaned.  You see, I've become a model dental citizen ever since the traumatic dental catastrophes of yesteryear.  Traumatic dental catastrophes that included, but were NOT limited to, having a DENTAL IMPLANT.  

Yes, people, I had a tooth so horribly rotten that it had to be extracted and replaced, though in my defense, this was the result of a sub-par root canal during college.  Anyhoo, the dental implant process is two fold- first, your tooth is extracted and then a MENTAL ROD IS IMPLANTED INTO YOUR JAW.  At a later date, a fake tooth is made and attached to the metal rod.  'Tis far more technical than that, but that's the gist.  So I've done part A, but part B, i.e. Actual Fake Tooth Insertion, has not happend.  YES PEOPLE OF THE INTERNET.  I am presently short one tooth.  It is in the very way back, and you cannot see it, but nonetheless, I am technically at present a Toothless Yokel. 

So when I went in to get my teeth cleaned, the dentist started hounding me about finishing out the implant and I was all yada yada whatever yes, I'll get it.  So at the end, the dental assistant ran the numbers for me and was all "We don't know what the insurance will cover, but Worst Case Scenario, Fake Tooth will only run you $1100."  To which I said "GO EFF YOURSELF TOOTH LADY!" and ran out.  Okay, not really, but dental lady, DO NOT MINIMIZE A $1000 fake tooth!  As far as I'm concerned, we can glue a goddamn Chiclet back there and be done with it. 

Anyway, this was all a very long-winded intro into the point of bringing up the dentist, which is as follows.  I was talking at work the last time I went to get my teeth cleaned, and said something about needing to go home and brush my teeth before I went to the dentist.  And some person was all aghast like I was all manner of ridiculous about pre-cleaning my teeth.  

AM I WRONG ABOUT THIS?  I mean, I KNOW I'm not wrong about this, but you can all go ahead and confirm how right I am about this.  Being a dentist seems pretty sweet and all (why so suicidal, dentites?).  You have reasonable, predictable hours.  You make lots of money.  You get to be the boss.  But the one downside is OTHER PEOPLE'S MOUTHS ARE DISGUSTING.  Whatever, they are.  I like all of you a lot, but I don't want to smell your breath for half an hour or inspect your plaque.  That blows, and I try to do what I can to minimize that pain.  

Tell me you're with me folks.  Or risk me coming to your house and showing you my moldy thigh. 

GACK!

My week has gone entirely to crap!  The apartment we were all settled on has thrown us for an expensive loop!  I have meetings galore!  My face is on fire from microdermabrasion and my forehead has exploded into a thousand pimples!  I have no clean suits!  I'm in the world's most boring trial!  

Luckily, I have a super fun but super busy weekend planned- dinner at Craft with some pretty cool people!  A (holy shit) Passion Party/lingerie shower!  A super fun party on a alcohol filled trolley (a trolley that will be picking me up at my door- no driving required!), lunch with another friend and Kathy Griffin on Sunday!  Friday, hurry the hell up!

Anyhoo- in the mean time, you'll all be thrilled to know that I am going to start posting again on the OOTD site, but probably just once a week.  I know- rejoice!  In the meantime, check out my new favorite OOTD blog!

And ya know, if you want to leave a comment with happy news to get me to Friday- feel free.  In the mean time, I'll be reading boring law articles for my boring trial.  WAAAAAAAAH.

Fancy-pants-er-ish.

So today Mr. A and myself took a look at some real estate.  Some rental real estate.  Yes, I know.  We are moving backwards.  Here's the thing.  We've talked about houses.  We've looked at a few houses.  And the ones that are in the price range we feel comfortable in are not my dream house.  Nowhere near my dream house.  Which isn't to say I expect my first house to be my dream house, but we aren't that many years away from what I would consider to be my starter dream house in terms of what we can afford and what we really want.  When I grow up, I want to be a Parkie.  For those of you who aren't Dallasites- that means I want to live in the Park Cities.  I want to live in an older home yes, but I want a certain level of quality as well.  And I don't want to live in a construction site for months on end.  The areas in which I was looking offer cute, older homes, but not quite the level of construction and interior space that I would like.  The Park Cities have those older homes that I am looking for.

So I'm left with a decision- move into a house that isn't quite what I like and wait 3-4 years to move into something better, or keep renting for another 2 or so years and hopefully (if our salaries continue to increase at the pace they have been) buy into the neighborhood I really want.  And when you can rent something like this in the interim, the renting options are not looking so bad:

Floor to ceiling windows, 3 giant closets, a 24 hour concierge and in home dining is a decent consolation prize for not having your own home.  Speaking of the 24 hour concierge, the Park Cities also have something else the other neighborhoods I was looking at do not- safety!  The Park Cities is relatively safe, especially considering that they are in Dallas (and they also meet the "below 635" standard I have for any desirable neighborhood).  The other neighborhoods have a pretty decent property crime level, and well, I've gotten used to community living.  I like being in a building that is full of life.  It makes me feel safe.

If you follow me on Twitter, you know that I called the complex pictured above to inquire about leasing earlier this week and the concierge was a GIANT JACKASS who insinuated I was too poor to rent in his building.  I made an appointment for Sunday and was pleased to find that said concierge is not there on weekends, and that the leasing agent was actually really, really nice.  Prior to leaving for the showing, I informed Mr. A to dress rich:

This all backfired when we were asked to put on this ensemble while checking out the still under construction digs:

The tennis shoes were borrowed from the leasing agent, as my wedge espadrilles were banned by the construction guys.  Stylin', no?

Happy Weekend

from Mr. A:

Love Shorts, Hate Your Ass?

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Repost: Hallway of Doom.

So there's been a few comments regarding the unending torture that is the World's Longest Hallway at the end of which you can find my apartment.  I've actually written about this hallway before, but it was many, many moons ago and was posted at a time when approximately three people read this site.

So enjoy this new-to-you repost, originally titled:  My Car:  The Ultimate Laziness Enabling Machine:

Yesterday after work, I had plans to have dinner with two friends at a restaurant that is literally across the street from my apartment.  I had 45 minutes or so to kill before dinner, and a prescription to fill.  There is a Walgreen’s approximately a block and a half from my apartment.  I spent a good 15 minutes debating whether or not to drive to the pharmacy to drop off.  After I decided that really, I should be embarrassed that I even had to think about this, I walked.  I have lived in my apartment since May, and have approximately 700,000 prescriptions.  Not once have I made this walk.  It really took all I had in me not to bring a change of clothes and an energy bar for the voyage.  I do not walk.  Anywhere.  I live in an incredibly pedestrian friendly neighborhood, which is a rarity in Texas really.  Directly across the street is a shopping center containing a Gap, Banana Republic, various specialty shops, and five or so restaurants.  And I never walk there.  In fact, I will drive 15 minutes to the closest mall rather than walk to the across the street.  Aaron and I never eat at these restaurants.  Once, when some out of town visitors came, we ate in the shopping complex.  I had to think about driving.  I actually did drive there on another occasion for a haircut because it was drizzling.  I am the the Bush administration's dream!

There is also an Albertson’s about a quarter of a block away.  One time, Aaron walked there to get groceries.  When he told me this, you would have thought he had asked me to get breast reduction surgery.  I was that incredulous.

“You walked?  To the grocery store?  At night?  And then you carried the groceries with you?  All the way back?”

You can practically spit on the Albertson’s from my balcony (which also has an awesome view of Downtown Dallas, seen below), but this did not dissuade me from being full on shocked by this behavior.  What if you got lost?  What if your groceries were kind of heavy?  What if it started raining?  I can’t have my precious made-of-sugar-and-teddy-bear-parts husband melting out there in the wilderness!

The Albertson's is just behind the building pictured here.

Anyway, back to me…I walked to the pharmacy.  Checking my watch constantly in the three or so minutes it took to get there.  What if this ridiculous WALKING made me late to dinner!  What if I was three minutes late!  I honestly had no idea how to estimate how long this walk would take.

A big part of my fear of walking anywhere is probably related to my debilitating fear of being so much as a second late anywhere.  I have no tolerance for tardiness for anyone, including myself.  I rushed in and out of the pharmacy, and impatiently tapped my foot waiting at the crosswalks.  Of course, I made it back with time to spare, even picking up a Christmas gift for my sister.  Incidentally, my constant lethargy may also have to do with the fact that I live at the end of the world’s longest hallway:

Seriously.  You can't tell here, but this hallway is fucking LOOOONG.  You need a telescope to see the other end.  And there is still another hallway to get to my apartment!

I am lazy, ya’ll.  Damn lazy. As I type this, I am not even sitting up straight in my chair.  Good posture takes too much energy.  Is there such a thing as adult onset scoliosis?  Because the way I sit in chairs is surely putting me at high risk.  This is rather ironic considering that I put about 35 miles a week on my running shoes at the gym.  I exercise at least 6 days a week. I go to the gym on freaking vacation.  I went to the gym at 11:00 pm on freaking Thanksgiving.  But a half mile walk to Walgreen’s is just too much.  All this confirms to me that I must never ever get fat because if I did, I would just totally give up and never lose the weight and spend my days ordering take out and yelling at Aaron to get my blood pressure medication because I would damn sure NOT be walking my happy ass down the street to get it.

Fashion Finds

Head on over to the Fashion Find blog and check out my selection of favorite links from this month's fashion magazines.  Great new sites to check out!

Scenes From a Marriage: This is What Its Like to Be Married to Me Ed.

n Saturday, which is usually the only day of the week Mr. A doesn't work, we went to the mall as we are wont to do and picked up some shoes for his seersucker suit (groomsman required), and a special Anthropologie treat for me.  Mr. A has relentlessly been singing "Rock Lobster" by the B52s ever since returning from a bachelor party in New Orleans, during which one of his co-bachelors apparently was obsessing over said song.  Fun Fact:  Mr. A had never heard "Rock Lobster."   I know.

Anyway, I found it fitting then that I forced Mr. A to do this:

Check out the look of resignation.

Anyway, here is our weekend in video snippets, with bonus appearance of Mr. A's voice!

He's singing "No wallet, no car" because I am always yelling at him to not leave his wallet in the car.

ETA:  I've noticed based on the counts that hardly anyone is watching this one.  MISTAKE!  This one is totes funny!

And then this:



And there ya go.

Q&A Part Two. And Looking For Your Input!

Jesslee asks:  Just curious if you work out... if so what do you do?  (Note:  This is a great answer for those of you struggling with motivation!)

I have been going to the gym approximately 6 days a week for about 10 years.  Basically ever since my freshman year of college.  And yes, even on vacation.  Even during the holidays.  Even when visiting friends.  This means I have worked out in gyms in Chicago, San Francisco, the Turks and Caicos, Maui (I really can't say enough about the amazing outdoor gym at the Four Seasons), and well, you get the picture.  I have done this for years and years because of 2 things 1) My fear of becoming fat and 2) my belief that if I stopped going for a few days, I would spiral out of control and stop going to the gym.

Ever since my vacation in September (the first vacation during which I made no attempt to work out), I've had issues with motivation.  And because of that I've figured out that I was right about one thing, and wrong about the other.  Wrong- I did not get fat.  To the contrary, I lost weight.  Which certainly contributed to my being right about part two- I have had major problems with getting myself to the gym ever since.  When we got back from vacation, I had a transition going on at work and got really busy.  Things with the Junior League ramped up.  I had a social life.  I gave myself permission to take two weeks off from the gym, which would make a total of three.  This was the longest I had gone without working out since I was 18 years old.  Going back was harder than I thought, but I hadn't really lost any of my endurance.  So I started going sporadically.  Sometimes several times in one week, and then I would skip for 7 or 8 days.  I finally started to get it together and go regularly.  And then I got my wisdom teeth out.  And then I went another two weeks sans gym.  And I got back into going sporadically again.  And then I randomly skipped two weeks.

I find the whole thing pretty embarrassing really.  For all of these years, I had deluded myself into thinking that I was really going to the gym to be healthy.  I think the reality is, I was going to be skinny!  And when I found out I was skinnier by not going to the gym?  It was so hard to get going!  I think I really had just worn my body out with all of that cardio, and my body was screaming for a break.

But I, and you, are not hopeless.  Here's what works for me when I need to get my motivation back:

1)  Go for 20 minutes.  This is more than 0 minutes.

 2)  The best thing you can do if you are struggling with spending adequate time at the gym  is (my preferred workout time is 60 minutes of cardio, plus strength training) divide up your time!  Do 10 minutes on the elliptical, 10 on the treadmill, 10 on the bike.  It's much easier  to talk yourself into 10 minutes on one machine 3 times, than 30 minutes on one machine.  Trust me, this works.  Plus, you are using different muscles, so you will be less tired.  

3)  Buy whatever it is you need to keep you entertained at the gym.  Fancy iPod, cute running shoes, fancy earphones, that pricey gym membership.  Whatever it is that makes you enjoy your workout time is money well spent.

4)  If you hate classes, don't force yourself to go to them.  If you aren't motivated working out alone, go to a class.  Figure out your style.

Sooooo, long-winded way of answering your question.  Yes!  I do workout.  Now that I'm no longer working out as much,  I'm aiming to do 4 days a week, 1 hour of cardio + strength training every time I am at the gym.  Plus, I would like to try doing the Shred again at least once a week just to switch things up.  When I am at the gym, I usually divide my time between 4 or 5 machines- the elliptical, 2 different kinds of arc trainers, the treadmill, and this other machine that I don't know what it is called.  Today, I ran a mile to the gym, worked out for half an hour, and then walked back.  I think I would like to keep doing that on the weekends.

April asks:  Well, I'm not proud of this, but a few days ago I checked my bf's phone for the very first time. We've been dating for almost 6 years- do I get points for that?! Kidding. I know it was incredibly wrong, and I will never do it again. I mean, the cat gets killed and all, right?
My bf is going to lunch w/ his ex. I discovered this when I checked his phone (text messages). He had told me she contacted him (there was a death in his family- so she sent a condolence text) but what he didn't tell me was that they have tentative lunch plans- on a weekend that I will be out of town. I need to be clear that my bf has never given me any reason at all to ever not trust him. I was using his phone (w/ his consent) to send a text & saw the name of his ex on the recent text log. Curiosity got the best of me & I read their exchange. They haven't seen each other in 8+ years & have had almost no contact as well. In my opinion, her texts were on the flirty side - she said 'I miss you'. She suggested they grab lunch, to which he responded 'Maybe next weekend' and she wrote back "Maybe? Well, I'll be around so let me know..."  Anyways, my question to you is this: I would like to discuss this w/ my bf.... BUT that means I have to tell him I read his texts- which would not go over very well. It's Monday - and I believe their lunch is scheduled for Sat. and I leave on Fri... if he doesn't tell me about their plans (which, btw, I don't have a problem with. I'm all about staying friendly w/ your ex's as long as you keep me in the loop regarding when you hang out, etc) before I leave- do you think I should just ‘let this go’ or do you have any advice on how to bring this up w/o giving away my snooping? How would you deal with a situation like this?
I apologize for writing a novel…

Wow.  This is a juicy one.  This is the thing about reading texts and emails- you tend to find things you wish you hadn't.  Which doesn't mean I don't get the urge.  I have certainly done this, with Mr. A and others.  Mr. A had a few possessive exes during the law school portion of our relationship, which temporarily turned me into a psycho snoop.  I'm guessing I'm too late answering this (sorry!) to act before the weekend you leave, but before you left, did you ask him about his plans?  Did he mention this?  The thing is, if he is meeting up with her, or even considering it, and not telling you about it, that's suspect.

There are really three possibilities here:

1)  He was just placating her and had no intention of ever meeting her.  I'd call this scenario unlikely at best, as he is the one that suggested the meet up date, on a weekend you will not be in town.  If he weren't serious about it, but wanted to spare her feelings, I think he would have blown her off in a different way.  Suggesting a date is not blowing her off.

2)  He is willing to meet with her, for old time's sake and isn't telling you because it isn't a big deal and he doesn't want to upset you.  Which isn't to say I think that's okay.  Unless you have a history of really jealous behavior, he should tell you, and he should have no reason to worry that you will flip out.  If Mr. A were today to be randomly contacted by one of these exes and wanted to meet them, I wouldn't like it.  I would tell him so, and let him decide what to do.  I would HOPE that he would do the right thing, but uh, boys are stupid.  

3)  He IS being totally shady and is picking this weekend for a reason.  Only you will know if this is something that is likely to happen based on the state of your relationship.  The thing that bugs me here is her "I miss you" statement, which to me is TOTALLY different than something like "I'd like to see you some time just to catch up" or something of that sort.  Especially in light of the apparent flirty tone of the other messages.

I ran this scenario over with Mr. A and he agreed with me on the 3 possibilities.  I asked him what he would do in the event that his most recent ex prior to me contacted him in this way.  We have been together for about six years total now, so it would be pretty similar.  He said he would NOT go to the lunch.  And also probably not tell me about the contact.  Why?  Because "its not worth it."  Having whatever curiosity he might have about the ex being satisfied would not be worth the potential downside of me being Totally Fucking Pissed.  This would especially be true for us as a consequence of certain behaviors by said ex during the beginning of mine and Mr. A's relationship.  He also said that if for some reason he DID want to go to the lunch (I forced him to answer this question), he probably wouldn't tell me because I'd flip out.  But that HE WOULD NOT GO IN THE FIRST PLACE, SO WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME ANSWER THIS QUESTION!  He was a little annoyed.  Anyway, he also agreed with me that the timing was questionable.  

So, all this to say, you have to talk to him about this.  You won't be able to ignore it.  This is the kind of stuff that eats at you and eats at you until you become a paranoid crazy mess and start thinking everything he's doing indicates he is cheating, or that he is out with the ex.  It sucks, but you read the messages and these are the consequences.

What do you think about this readers?  What would you do?

The Eye(glasses) Have It?

Sorry about the delayed Q&A, but it will get done this weekend.  I've been in trial pretty much all week, and staying up late to wait up for my hard working man, Mr. A., who has been coming home near midnight every day this week.

As you all know, I recently got glasses.  For the first few days, it felt very awkward, like a mask.  But now?  I feel strange without them.  And let me say... the old "boys don't make passes at girls with glasses adage?" 

Not true.

I've been subject to a fairly large amount of sudden onset male attention.  They all want to talk about the glasses.  There have been several "hot for teacher" references.  Lots of "there's just something about a girl in glasses. . ." 

It's been, uh, surprising to say the least.  I think Mr. A was pretty skeptical about the whole thing at first.  I think he was a bit taken aback by the fact that my glasses weren't just vision aides.  With the frames I purchased, I kind of made the decision to embrace glasses as a look.  These aren't rimless frames.  They are kind of bold, and a big part of how I am now presenting myself to the world.  I think Mr. A has kind of come around on them.  

And now I'm kinda hooked on the look.  I want more glasses!  But I don't want more pairs of super expensive glasses.  Enter Zenni Optical (HT to the lovely HollyLynne).

I want these!

And these!

And these for when I'm pretending to be a wacky art teacher!

And these!

And well, I could go on, but I won't bore you with anything more about this, save for the good news that the most expensive frame on this page is less than $16.00!  So yeah, new glasses coming soon to this blogger near you!

I came across this piece on Jezebel recently- Girls Who Wear Glasses:  A Tribute.   In spite of my new-found love of specs, I still have yet to decide.  Am I ready to devote myself to this look? 

What about you?  Are you a glasses only wearer?  A contacts girl?  How did you decide to devote yourself to one or the other?