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Monday, March 28, 2011

Reader Discretion Advised. Particularly if you have photographed your child in a flower basket.

I originally hopped on my blog to declare a sassy pants little opinion of mine. Yet, I am hesitant. Why?

Karma.

That last post about DeSean really got me good. Here I am preaching about confidence, and WHAM. A kick to the face. In the weeks following that post, I really got rocked to see if I had any confidence at all. I’ll get back to you in a month when I feel I am “numba one” like DeSean again.

But since karma already got me…wait, is it karma? Or is it jinxing myself? Either way, I already took the hit, so I’ll just go ahead and risk offending someone (hey, it’s my blog) and write my original thought. Which has to do with babies. In baskets.

Does anyone else out there think that combination is strange? You know what I’m talking about. Tutu clad newborns strategically placed in baskets and flower pots. Yes, how natural to rock your baby to sleep and lay it gently down in a terra cotta pot aside your favorite flowers on the window sill. Is this what people are trying to capture in these awkward photos? Or maybe these babies’ parents are planning on selling the pictures to the Third Grade Teacher Poster Association. Potted children look great next to the “Never give up!” kittens running on rainbows.

I don’t hate these photographers and their groundbreaking creativity with buckets-o-babies, and some babies are cute no matter what item they just happen to be sleeping in/on. I just find it an interesting trend. The real problem is some of the maternity pictures I have had the severe misfortune of laying my eyes upon. The mother to be can probably get away with blaming on a hormone imbalance, but there is no excuse for those photographers. It’s just embarrassing. I wish I could post my favorite, particularly strange picture, but it’s from a friend of a friends blog. You know how that is. Come over, I’ll show it to you. Until then, check out this great website. The Mother of all awkward pregnancy photos.







This? It's not cute. It's weird. My future babies will be subjected to other types of sparkly, foo-foo, borderline tacky pictures to humiliate them in their later years, but they will not. Be. Potted.

Please notice how legit my blog is.

Alex over at Plain Jayne Diaries recently had a giveaway for a custom blog header. I didn't win, sadly. Tragically, actually. I really wanted one. BUT I was still able to get a Plain Jayne blog makeover! I love it. Comment on her page if you are interested, too! Alex does headers, whole blogs, and probably other things I can't describe since I'm oblivious to these terms. She was blessed with a functioning technological side of her brain.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Oh, that Brian makes me proud.

Brian and a job finally found each other. Talk about relief. We're still hoping for a job to put his hard earned degree to use, but until then, he's working at Nordstrom...in SHOES!! Could I have married a more perfect husband?!



(Thanks for help with the application process Melissa!)

I love my husband for so many reasons, but this is the icing on the cake. The cherry on top. The red sole on the shoe. Imagining my man in the middle of this heel and wedge paradise makes me giddy. And let's be honest...wouldn't you love your husband watching shoeicidal women drain their bank accounts and spending WAY more money than you ever would? This is going to make me look great!