I Don't Remember High School Being Like THIS!!!

This is my actual High School!!!! I can't believe this. I never remember all school assemblies, except for Homecoming, or if a sports team made state. And I definitely don't remember the teachers organizing like this to entertain us. Amazing...Bravo LTHS.

Crushes

I love a good crush. Seriously it makes going certain places or doing certain things totally tolerable. Like the gym. I always have a gym crush. Lastnight roles got a little reversed, and instead of me staring at my gym crush....Someone was staring at me. It was odd I have never been the "crushee" before. Well not at the gym anyways. My crusher needs to learn some ettiquette though, we were facing each other about 20 feet away from each other in the free weight section(a serious no-no try to get off to the side or in an area where you can watch them in the mirror) and he would stare right at me, into my eyes. But he wouldn't smile or acknowledge that he had been caught staring at me, he would just keep staring. It was very disarming, I uncled and had to start looking off to the side. The thing is he was kinda cute, and I would have talked to him if he tried to do anything but stare at me. This whole incident has made me very aware of how I now treat my crushes. I was getting a little sloppy and caring if they saw me staring.

In my dreams....

I'm this cool.

Hello studded blue gloves, hooded fur,"bangin" red hair, skinny legs. Nice to meet you.

In reality I am sitting in my office right now, in grey cardigan belted at the waist, and black wide-leg pants. Contemplating the variance in raw materials for month end.

Calling all Ya-ya's

Could this picture be more perfect. This is what Tizzy and I and our two best friends will look like on April 24th as bridesmaids in another friends wedding. Grey and Yellow are her colors, and those are our actual bridesmaids dresses. And I hate to point this out but the bride in this picture is Asian, our bride is Asian, I mean a Pacific Islander. If only there was one more maid jumping for joy this picture would literally be like a snapshot into our future. The five of us call ourselves the ya-ya's. Actually Tizzy's husband nicknamed us that. Tizzy and hot-mama don't live in Chicago anymore, but they will both be back this weekend!!! I am so excited. I literally can't remember the last time all five of us were together. It's been over two years I think. That just seems criminal. Luckily with this new fangled invention called the internet we keep in touch, with an e-mail chain everyday.

Forget me knot . . .

Lately, I have been soo drawn to bow rings.

Even gave one to Lish for Christmas.

I just think they are so pretty and simple.

Love the idea - tie a string around your finger to remember.

Think these would be very charming valentine gifts - 

Here are a couple of my favs from etsy.

 

Find it here.

  

And here. 

 

Couldn't love this more.

You can get it here 

Wouldn't you love . . .

to have a purple cieling?!?

Don't think husband would ever agree.

But I think this is the greatest kitchen.

Love the floor, the ceiling, love the luxurious simplicity.

Found it on Coco+Kelly 

Major thanks to Lish for sharing this fantastic blog.

Go ahead, try and resist it.

Whats your favorite work out gear?

People are OBSESSED with Luluemon. I mean it is everywhere in the gym, on the streets, at da club. Then you have your Nike die hards. Common complaint heard about Nike is that it sells out quickly. Me I am not brand specific. If it fits and doesn't give me a muffin top I am in. I do have a couple special needs though.

1) They have to be long. I am tall and many time I will find a pair of pants I love except that they are 1/2 an inch too short. The same goes for tank tops. Often times they are too wide or too short.

2) I don't like the shiny pants. They accentuate my cellulite. To me it seems like I have created a spotlight on my dimply ass. And please if they are grey....can we say disco ball? No one wants to see that.

3) The muffin top thing, but more specifically I have a big butt, so it has to fit in the rear and the waist, without sucking my fat out the top, thereby creating the muffin top.

Hands down by far new Yorkers are the best dressers for working out. Tizzy and I were noticing last time I was there. They have full-on outfits. I'm impressed, you will more often than not find me in a Hanes grandpa undershirt, or tank. Of course I have to wonder where people get the money for all these workout outfits. I mean seriously this stuff is expensive. Are they not taking a vacation this year? Just buying workout clothes instead?