Saturday, October 30, 2010

Pony Hell

Is it just me? Or, do you girls feel like a giraffe when you are driving and have a ponytail?


In my 12 years of driving, I still have not found the appropriate height for my ponytail to where it won't interfere with me leaning my head back on my head rest. & in turn, I have to push my head so far forward that I end up feeling like I look like a giraffe. Are you with me or am I just crazy?

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Goody Two Shoes

The Goal: Two matched and coordinating shoes upon my feet each day.

The Reality: It doesn't always happen this way.

I work in an office where the dress code is business casual. What this means for my feet, is that they need to be garbed in dressy shoes to match my dressy pants and skirts. This is no problemo, as I have tons of dressy shoes.

Just ask John - he trips over them daily! But, in my defense, I must take them off at the door to save our wood flooring from damage. What's a girl to do?

Anyways, moving on {and getting back to the point}....

I also ride the train into work each day which is a short walk from my office building. In order to save the heels of my shoes from destruction, I often wear flip flops in the summer as they are pretty comfortable for the short walk and are easy to take off when I get to my desk and more professional shoe wear is required. 

shoe policeThe only problem with this is that it is pretty easy to walk out of the house in the morning wearing flip flops and not grabbing a pair of heels for the work day. Most days I realize it before I get to the car, thankfully.

There has only been one day where I did not realize it and had to spend my entire work day with my feet hidden underneath my desk.

Luckily for me, the shoe police did not catch me this day.

But, if they didn't catch me that day, you'd think SURELY they would've caught me this other day...

It's another work day and I'm sitting at my desk at some point earlyish in the morning. I reach for something underneath my desk and see something astonishing and embarrassing upon my feet. While wearing an outfit that would coordinate quite nicely with a pair of black kitten heels, I discover that I am not actually wearing two black kitten heels like I had previously thought. Instead, I have on one black kitten heeled shoe, and one brown kitten heeled shoe in the same style. Panic ensues.

I think Oh. My. Gosh. I have walked onto a crowded bus (this was pre-train days), along crowded streets in my walk to my office, entered a crowded elevator, and walked around my floor all day while not even realizing the mistake that was upon my feet. I am pretty sure I blushed all by myself sitting at my desk.

Luckily, my then boyfriend John was working at a job where he drove around all day and I was able to convince him to go back home and retrieve the matching shoe and then bring it to me. And as I stood by the street and awaited the holy black kitten heeled shoe's arrival, I danced.

& not danced like you would think. As I stood there, I was constantly changing my stance into one I thought wouldn't showcase the shoe error quite as bad to the walker-bys. So as I am standing there constantly shifting my weight from one foot to the other [think a one-person, one-squared game of hop scotch], I actually draw more attention to my feet. A couple of RUDE gentlemen happen to walk by, pointed and laughed at my misfortune. I did not laugh with them.

But, the other black shoe arrived and I lived to tell the story so I guess I'm okay.

And if all that wasn't enough, there was yet another tale of shoe misfortune.

This particular day was a summer flip-flop and train day. But, I didn't forget my heels like in the story above thankfully - a successfully matched pair of heels were stowed in my purse just waiting to be worn around the office. They just didn't realize how fast I was going to throw them upon my feet in a bathroom stall that morning.

So, here I am, walking from the train to the office. La-di-da, it's a beautiful day in the neighborhood-like. I make it to the elevator and back up to the wall to allow more people of which happens to be one of my bosses. "Good morning!", he says. Then, as is proper in all elevators, I look down at the floor as we make our ascent...the floor which us underneath my feet which are garbed in flip flops...the flip flops which look like -

Oh. My. Gosh. Please nobody look down and see my feet. Puhleeasee don't follow elevator etiquette today because I don't think I can even come up with a good excuse for this one. Because, instead of two matched flip flops, I am currently wearing (1) left footed tan Rainbow flip flop, and (1) right footed black Old Navy flip flop.

{Do you need a visual? Lucky for you, I put one together for you. Lucky for me, I didn't take a picture of the actual offense.}

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So the elevator stops at our floor, the doors open and we exit. There is one more door we must go through to get to our desks, and my boss [being the gentleman he is] held the door so I could walk through first. I tried to make my feet move really fast so he couldn't see the mismatched error,  

but once again I probably drew more attention to my feet by doing that and I saw him do a double-take as I rushed into the ladies room. Again, being the gentleman he is, he did not say anything and probably just thought to himself that he was seeing things so early in the morning. He was not - but I wasn't going to be the one to tell him.

Instead, I decided to tell the entire internet universe. Mainly because at this point in my healing process, I need everyone to laugh WITH me. You are laughing with me and not at me, right?

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Happy Anniversary


In just one year of marriage we have been:
  • a "classy" couple at a bar in our wedding attire
  • an all-inclusive resort loving couple
  • a two-car couple, once again, after 4+ years as a one-car couple
  • a 'let's decorate the Christmas tree together' couple
  • an 'oops - we are having a baby' couple
  • a 'YAY we are going to be parents' couple
  • a disappointed 'getting over a miscarriage' couple
  • a 'let's have more just us time and less friend time' couple
  • a three computer couple
  • a two computer couple + some extra cash
  • a three computer couple - some extra cash
  • an IKEA loving couple
  • a DSLR camera loving couple - okay, yeah, that's just me
  • a 'first time tent-camping together' couple
  • a 'let's take a trip together instead of give presents for our anniversary' couple*
  • and, a sickening 'I love you even more each day' couple
That is a lot of changes for just one year of marriage. But we roll with the changes like champs. I mean, we have been together for 7 years already and the changes are pretty evident:


And even though only one of those years really count, I'm glad we had a good, solid base to start with.

If you wanted to follow the anniversary gift rules and get/give paper gifts this year, feel free to print this out. My gift to you! You did finally find the missing printer cord, after all.

Anyways, here's to our first year, and many more to come...

I love you, Tuppy.

Love always,

*details will come soon!

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Happy (Belated) Birthday Daddy!

I've deemed myself the favorite child in the family (for good reasons, of course!), but I am going to have to shamefully and abashedly fore go the favorite title because this birthday wish is coming a full 24 days late. What kind of child am I? So, siblings, it's up for grabs for now. But don't get too comfortable with it because I am going to work extra hard to take it back. (Daddy - this means pound cakes and extra visits are in your near future!)

But, that's enough Lacey bashing. The point of this is to wish my daddy a very happy birthday! And this one was a big one....

Happy 60th Birthday Daddy!!

But his birthday definitely didn't come and go without any acknowledgment. My sisters, brother and I threw him a surprise party in celebration. It just seems that in my exhaustion from the surprise party planning that I mistakenly forgot to wish him a happy birthday here! Everyone has to make their very first mistake at some point, right?

His surprise party was a lot of fun and he had no idea. We invited his entire church and all of the family. We told him we were just throwing him a birthday celebration at my sister's house, but instead we were throwing him a surprise party at a picnic shelter that he would conveniently have to drive past in order to get to my sister's. To lure him to the picnic shelter, we had my nephew Seth stand by the road with this sign:

Luckily Mama was in the car with him and knew what to look for and pointed it out to him, or I'm pretty sure Daddy would have just driven by without giving a second glance to poor Seth!

It was a fun party though - complete with BBQ, a princess pinata, and lots of love for the Daddy.

But my Daddy has been the best Daddy since the beginning of Daddyhood. So much so that he is still "Daddy" and not "Dad"...which if you call your dad "Dad" it obviously means you don't love your father as much as I love mine, duh.

But even when you love someone you are bound to make mistakes and have the need to apologize for them. And I have just a few things to apologize for & I feel like now is a great time to do so.

So here goes... 


When I was just a wee thing, maybe 4 or so, I was just graduating from using my booster seat in the car to being a big girl and just using the seat belt. But, my family all tells me that I used to panic if I wasn't buckled and the car began to move. Think: "AAHHH! I'M NOT BUCKLED YET! AHHHH!" A bit dramatic I'd say, but give me a break I was only 4ish.

One day, as we were getting ready to pull out of the driveway I decided I wasn't ready to be a big girl yet and collapsed into a tantrum of "IIIIII WANTT MY CARRR SEATTT!". So, to end my tantrum, the Daddy gets out of the car and heads back into the house to get my booster seat that had been stowed away for the time being. Apparently it was under a bunch of boxes or something because in digging it out, Daddy ripped off a good chuck of his fingernail and came back to the car cussing about it.

I've regretted asking for my car seat ever since. Sorry Daddy - hope the nail grew back okay.


When I was a little bit older - about 9 or 10 - Daddy would sometimes let us skip school and go to work with him. This involved riding along with him in his semi truck 'cause he was a truck driver. Which was wayyy cool as a kid (and if he still drove a truck I still think it'd be way cool!) On this one particular trip, my brother, Mama and I were all riding along for the day. The days started early in truck driver land so we'd get to eat both breakfast and lunch on the road.

For breakfast this day, Daddy had stopped at a truck stop he knew and liked. He came back to the truck with a heaping plate full of fresh biscuits for us to eat. I don't know if I've mentioned how picky I am, but back then I was 10x worse. I loved biscuits, but apparently these weren't exactly what I was used to because I didn't even finish one biscuit. I'm guessing Mama and my brother didn't eat many either because I remember feeling SO guilty that he got us a huge plate of biscuits that he thought we'd really like and we didn't even eat them.

I'm sorry Daddy for not eating the biscuits.


And then came the teenaged years.

I'm sorry.

Whew, I feel better.

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And even though you "gave me away," I didn't go far. I found a husband who is just like you and I can't fathom putting any sort of miles between us either - 4.2 miles is far enough.

So Happiest Happy Birthday Daddy! Here's to 60 more!


Wednesday, October 13, 2010

R.I.P. Mickey

You were a good mouse and you are greatly missed. Who knew how difficult it was to do anything on the computer without you. If you decide to come back to life, I won't hold it against you...

...and if not I hope you are in mouse heaven with all the cheese you could ever want.

Sent from my iPhone

Sunday, October 3, 2010

49. Go to a fair - CHECK!

From my 101 in 1001 list, #49 - Go to a fair - CHECK!

Two weeks ago I went to the Cabarrus County Fair in Concord, North Carolina with my BFF Amy. Despite some ridiculous traffic and extremely long lines, we still had a great time! Next year we will know that going on a Saturday night isn't the best idea and a week night might be better crowd wise. Who woulda thunk?!

Unfortunately for Amy, I made a new BFF while I was there. His name is Rufus.


I've always wanted a BFF with an under bite. Love you Rufus!

Luckily for Amy though, I decided that I still had room in my friendship-o-meter for her too. So I stuck with her and rode some rides and ate some fair food. Plus, they couldn't get Rufus strapped in the rides anyways. Amy and I were strapped in, thankfully, though, 'cause I was a wittle scaredy cat on this swing thing! I call it the double-swing-a-majig-way-up-in-the-sky-mobile! 


After riding a couple of rides our last mission à la fair was to get some good old fashioned fair food. To me that means anything deep fried. And this fair did not disappoint.
I went with the deep fried Snickers and have never been so in love with anything in my life.

Well, except maybe Rufus. Well, and Amy. And John. And my family. But, next to those things, deep fried Snickers holds a special place in my cholesterol loving heart.

It looked like a corn dog - on a stick and everything. But the surprise inside was so much better than the meaty, cornmealy insides of a corn dog. (Trust me, I also had one of these at the fair just for comparison purposes.) The inside is an explosion of melty chocolaty, nutty, caramely goodness.

& I will definitely come back for that goodness next year. Only 11 months to go - I should make a paper chain to count down the days...

Any other fair food I should give a try next year?