The Mister's Rules Friday - Dressing It Up

Happy Friday everyone.  After all of the royal wedding talk today, I really honestly could add my commentary to Kate's dress and the ridiculousness of all those fascinators and how I didn't know that Lindsey Lohan was allowed out of California until I saw her reincarnated as Chelsy Davy. However,  that is not for today.  That is for this weekend.  Three reasons, 1.) I don't want to fall on deaf ears of EVERYSINGLE blogger ever talking about it today. 2.) As American's we not so politely seceded from England over 200 years ago, and since I didn't get the day off of work, I am not going to give them my Friday blog post.  3.)  Around these parts (The Hotness Your Momma Warned You About) Friday's belong to my #1 priority, The Mister.  So, for all of us commoners, here is my Mister.  My commentary in parenthetical bold.

Wearing:  Pantaloni:  BCBG.  Top: bebe.  Belt: Express. Shoes: Kelsi Dagger.

"Since I've Talked about the sexiness of dressing down and sporty, let's play the fantasy game! (Angie IN!)

So all guys have the dream of spending some quality time with a sexy, well dressed and stunning woman  (check, check, and check).  So now is the time to put on the 5 lbs of bracelets and that watch that cost a paycheck, those 6 inch heels, and a short hot dress (check, check, check, check).  Dress to impress!! Catch your prey's eye and start some conversation.  See where it leads!  Maybe move away from your group of girlfriends.  It's true that some guys find that bothersome and it almost turns into a war we can't win because your friends jealousy will convince you to end his advances.  So stunt it this weekend (as Chris Brown said, stuntin' is a habit).  And if your eyes are captivating, the aviators holding your hair in place increase the sparkle (!!!!!!!!!!!!!not only does The Mister do Angie math, he also speaks Sparkle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)!  Have fun and live like it's prom night all over again. (But without the weirdness of not winning prom queen.  Everyone is a prom queen up in here)"

Thanks to my Mister for contributing his amazingsparklegem insights to the blog.  I hope everyone has a great weekend.  I will get together my Royal Wedding thoughts, which will also include the fact that it may or may not be illegal to be a ginger in the Royal Famdamily.  

Tiara Farts.

Angie

Awkward and Awesome Thursday -Just Like A White Winged Dove

Hi Friends.  It's time we have a come to Jesus about this Awkward and Awesome Thursday thing.  I think this is going to be my last A&A Thursday.  Here are my reasons.  A: There is a lot of awkward and awesome that happens and my life and honestly, since we are besties, I don't want to wait until Thursday to tell you about it.  B: My awkward and awesomes are basically nasty and lessdisgusting.  C: Sweet Sydney is a precious little Mormon and I feel like what I talk about on A&A Thursdays could possibly get her kicked out of the fold, or at least make her magic underwear less unicornymagical. I would never forgive myself if what I do on here isn't in accordance with her beliefs, so, I don't want to tarnish her fine name.  Syd, not sure if you read this, but for realsies, I bigpuffyhearts you and will still follow you and support you in everything you do.  Thank you for letting me participate in your amazingness.

So, here we go folks.  The last A&A Thursday by THYMWA

Wearing: Dress & Vest: Urban Outfitters.  Shoes: Steve Madden

AWKWARD:

- Remember my friend I told you about last week who has become so disgusted by the ever increasing level of filth and human waste in the alley (read litter box) behind our office that he actually started dry heaving when we walked upon someone peeing outside of our office (admittedly, it was a really weird pee)?  Well, he opened the back door to the office the other day and there was someone pushing a cart through our private alley.  He shut the door, hoping the man would disappear, only to open the door again and have the man ask him for a smoke and a light.  My friend obliged him. 

- Getting earbombed at work with "Don't worry.  Be happy."  Try to get that out of your head now.  Thanks a lot Bobby McFarren.  

AWESOME: 

- This article about bunny dressage.  You can now add fat bunny to my ever growing list of bubb animals that I am in need of acquiring.  (For those of you keeping score at home, that list includes but is not limited to the following: panda bear, polar bear, llama, red fox, chubby bunny, baby unicorn, and every bulldog puppy on the planet.)

- Speaking of bunnies, have you guys heard of grouchy rabbit?  He has keys to success that everyone should adhere to.

- Oh Snap y'all, I did a guest writing spot over at Survive The City - LA dropping all of my San Franciscan tips of where to go and what to do while visiting Frisco so you don't look like a tourist.  If you are planning on coming to SF, definitely check it out.  For any of you readers who are in LA, you should definitely subscribe to Survive the City, it's a great online pub full of wonderful things to do and see.  

What doth your eyes see in these pics?  Yes, I have feathers in my hair.  No I didn't find anyone in the greater 7x7 to weave them into my hair, I actually found that one of my lovely readers has an Etsy shop, in which she sells these clip in feathers.  Yes, I am deadseriouspositive about myself with these feathers.  I love them, and yes, I may look like that trashbag Ke$ha, I rllllly don't care.  I feel all sorts of sassypants...Even if my boss (who hates the feather trend) said that I got the bald eagle version.  Y'all go see Nicole at Plumeuphoria and get your inner Stevie Nicks on.  I certainly did today. 

Edge of Seventeen,

Angie

PdotS: Yes I listened to Stevie Nicks all day...It just seemed appropriate with this gypsyesque get up  I am rocking.  "Gypsy, tell me how much for your treasures".

We The Business

Whoot Whoot it's Wednesday! This week is flying by and honestly, I couldn't be happier about it.  I am ready for the weekend, the weather is supposed to be stellar and I am ready for The Mister to fire that grill up and get my grub on.  Just thinking about it makes me want to do the happy dance

Wearing: Pantaloni: J Brand.  Burnout T: Crossroads. Shoes: Aldo (on a long term loan from one of my fave people). Jacket: Ambiance.

Y'all digging this outfit?  I  am totally digging it, but mainly because The Mister semi-dressed me this morning. I got out of the shower and the following exchange happened:

Ange: "Babe, skirt, dress, or pants?"

Mister: "Huh?"

Ange: "Do you want a fashion show?"

Mister: "Ummmm, yes, give me a fashion show."

Me: "YESSSSSSSS!"

So, this is the outfit won the fashion show.  He got my layers together, told me to wear a "high ponytail like I was going to fight" (!!!!!!!!!! UMMMM WHAT?!)  and told me to put on my stunnashades.  Want to see the telltale sign that The Mister approved this outfit today? Ummmmmm, these 4 1/2" CFMheels, HOLLA. 

(No wonder Kim picked out that strippertrash shoe selection for me!  These are my fave shoes in my closet.  I guess I shouldn't be so pissed at her)

I'm really happy with how I look today, so thanks to The Mister.  I am really thinking that I may let him help dress me more often.  The man has great taste and an amazing eye for what looks good on your girl.

In other news, this was left on my desk from one of my creatives.  What an A-Hole.  But absolutely hysterical.

Shining like new money.

Angie

Y'all Can't Deny It

Happy Tuesday babyfaces.  I think we can all agree that after yesterday's failblog.org on my outfit, I needed to not only bring the funk but the noise today.  I happen to think that I am sufficiently making up for that crapshow yesterday by not only bringing you a color block, but your girl rendezvoused with some red lipstick. The jury is still out on that...  Good news is, this outfit and the lipstick are Mister Approved (I need to create a stamp graphic for that).  Any feedback you have on the lipstick is welcomed.

Wearing: Skirt and heels: Forever 29.  Blouse: Old Navy.  Jacket: Zara.  Jewelry: Sameshitdifferentday

I am sure many of you work in an office type environment.  There are certain rules of decorum that should be followed in these environments.  Hell, by law in the state of California, you have to go to behavior modification classes conducted by your employer to avoid sexual harassment law suits.  You can't say weird crap to people, you can't inappropriately touch people.  These are just some blatant things that you can't do in an office.  There are however some unspoken office rules, i.e. don't burn popcorn at work, if you pee on the seat wipe it down, cover your mouth when you cough, don't rip one in a public area.  These are rules.  All of them should be followed.  Am I right?

One rule that should NEVEREVEREVEREVER  be broken is that no one should ever microwave leftover fish in the company microwave.  This is CEREAL y'all.  Someone nuked last nights fish surprise and stink bombed the entire building today.  I am not kidding you I was dryheaving.  I felt badly that it was the new guy, but JHC, get it together.  It is freaking RUDE to eat fish at work.  Don't even bring that tuna sando or can of salmon up in here.  Leave that ish at home for you and your cat or be polite and eat it in the alley at work.

OK, so, I was perusing my normal sites today (Yes, I frequent the site in which I ripped this video from, so you can sideeye your life away at me because honey badger don't care).  For all of you just joining THYMWA, you need to know that A: I am from Tampa, Florida and I am 85.7% sure that this is the pool at my first apartment in that ghettofab city.  B: God willing and creek don't rise, when I am 65, this will be NOT be me. 

Back that thing up.

Angie

Kim Is Trying My Nerves!

Happy top of the week to you all.  Dudes, I hate this outfit.  I pinky swear it was cold and rainy when I left for work this morning.  I had leggings on under this skirt and was also wearing a leather jacket.  I didn't bring any change of shoes because that slore, weather.com, said it would be raining all day.  TOTAL fib! It turned out to be warm and sunny, which made me have to take my tights off because I was sweating profusely.  I think my willing Spring to show up worked (I actually did a reverse rain dance this weekend, which I am thinking is the real culprit).  Either way, the warm weather incarnation of this outfit, totally blows.  Whatevs, you win some, you lose some.  

Hanging my head in shame over this craptastic look.

Wearing: Skirt: F21. Top:Express (OLD).  Boots: Marc Jacobs.  Jewelries: The usual suspects, ya know 19 bracelets, 1 watch, 2 rings, 2 necklaces, 1 kickass attitude = 25 accessories.

OK, so, Kim Kardashian finally sent me my Shoedazzle selections and it took me the entire weekend to gather my thoughts on this.  I can't even begin to tell you how flabbergasted I am by the selections that she sent me.  Cereal, this bigbootybiotch is going to become my frenemy right quick and in a hurry. 

 First off, it took this girl three tries to still not understand what my style is and she gets paid probably a grip of cash to do this.  I was very explicit in telling Kimmy that I like the stylings of both Nicole Ritchie and Beyonce and preferred heels to flats but I also love me some boots.  I answered about 42 questions on my personal style.   Here is what she came up with.

KIMBERLY!!!!!!  What question did I answer that lead you to believe that I work on a corner rather than in an office?  I am still not convinced that any of these are for me, so I am passing on them unless they want to send me something for free.  Do you guys like any of these?  I mean, if y'all like any of this hottragicmess in footwear, I would be willing to buy them and wear them on the blog...If not, I am thinking I am going to make ol Kardassian work a little harder for me and pick some new shoes.  

I want to thank you all for all of your birthday wishes to The Mister this weekend. He read all of them and was really happy and even started referring to himself as "The Mister".  We have all come together to make him a celebrity and I am 87.6% positive he loves it.  You guys are all the best BFFL's that a girl could ask for!

Otterpops!

Angie

The Mister's Rules Friday

Happy Friday Sugar Boogers!  Well, we did it.  We made it through another week.  High fives all around.  Not only is it the freakinweekend, Mercury goes direct tomorrow!  I am so very excited about that.  This retrograde has simply drained your girl.  That's alright though... You know why?  Because my Mister is here today to talk to you about rocking your outfit no matter what the price tag says.  I am a huge fan of this one because believe it or not, I am not a bajillionaire like Britney.  I am a Brazillionaire though.  As always, my commentary is in parenthetical bold.

Wearing: Jeans: Gap.  Jacket: Zara.  Boots: Urban Outfitters.  Bag: Coach. Top: Forever 21.

"First and foremost I am a man and men look at women. If a guy says he doesn't look at women he is lying or he doesn't like women (Let him look all he wants.  It's totally harmless.  Be confident in your relationship and it will always keep him happy) ...So, I notice how clothes fit on women and what make that woman stand out. A lot of the time it isn't the price tag, believe it or not (since you cut it off after the purchase) (Church.  I have seen so many people at clubs wearing clothes with the tags tucked in.  No wonder the hags that work at Forever 21 smell the clothes when you try to return them.)  therefore guys don't care about how much your jeans cost or what kind if jeans you wear. (and take the jeans off in the relationship you're in. Put the skirt back on, Butch) (Whoa!) if the jeans fit right, we notice and we like. If the jeans sag... What the hell are you thinking? (F!!!!!!! I wore my Gap boyfriend jeans today!  I was thinking they looked cute and casual yet still put together...Hopefully this outfit still gets Mister approved.) Please walk up hills or do some squats! (And buy those Reebok EasyTones.  I am telling you they are like Forrest Gumps magic shoes.  Your butt will be as hard as a rock!)

If the clothes fit and look good and you rock them well... We notice and will take interest if we are not chicken.
Oh yeah... You ladies can say hi too, right? (YES!) And if a guy notices that u have on $200 shoes then why are you waiting for him to buy you a drink? Switch it up and buy him one. Now that would be Hall of Fame (The HOF is an amazing place to be! Believe me on that one)"

There you have it friends.  I hope that you all rock what you got! If you see someone who catches your eye, say hi.  If you are taken, don't forget to show you booboo some love, and show some leg and pick up the tab.  

On a semi related note, my Mister's birthday is this weekend.  I think we all appreciate his contributions on the blog.  I know I certainly do.  He really is the best.  If you like reading his posts, leave him a comment, show him some love and tell him happy birthday.  Also, is there anything you would like a male POV on?  Ask him a question, we may just feature it here on a Friday.

Happy Birthday Mister.

Angie

Awkward and Awesome Thursday

Hooray for Awkward and Awesome Thursday, hellcats.  You know what I got for you today?  Another dress as a skirt and a rockstar attitude, that's what!  Friends, can we all come together and put all of our will power and positive thoughts into making Spring show up and shine it's shinygemsparkles over all of our lives?  That'd be great.  With no further jibba jabba, here are my awkward's and awesome's for this holy week in the year of our Lord.

Wearing: Dress and Sweater: Forever 21.  Boots. Piperlime.

AWKWARD:

- Walking out of the house today for the first time since 1983, when I got my ears pierced, without one stitch of accessory on my person.  I may hyperventilate.  I feel off centered...Which is probably because I wear 4.7 lbs of bracelets and watches on one arm every day.

- Walking outside of my office and seeing someone purebusinessout peeing into the gutter.  Just wondering, does anyone else who lives in a large city have to jump over landmines of human excrement daily, or is it just those of us fortunate enough to live in SF?  Please, let me know.

- Why in the world are these tights I am wearing baggy in the knees out of nowhere?  It's embarrassing.

- Meeting Toad The Wet Sprocket...Which would have been cool in 1992 or if I were 38.  Neither of which are the case.

AWESOME:

- Did you know that it is grilled cheese month?  Well, it is.  I tell no lies.

- The lovely Amanda from A.Co.Est.1984 let me guest blog for her yesterday.  Please go visit her and say hi, and see how I took my fun little sundress from a day look to an evening out.

- So, one of my friends showed me this last night, and I have been listening to it non stop since last night. Let me warn you of a couple of things.  A: This is easily the most addictive piece of music my eardrums have ever taken a beating from.  B: It's pure earglitter that drips like honey.  

C:  That ish will make you rock your walk like this:

Come and get me, Pussycat Dolls, you 'aint got nada on me.

Shake it, don't break it!

Angie

Round Two With Kimmy K.

Happy Wednesday Y'all.  Do you like the fact that I have my art directors using a real camera now?  I mean, JHC, the difference of not using an iphone camera anymore!   Anywho, guess what else?  I am giving Kim Kardashian another chance at changing my life.

You may be wondering what the heck I am talking about....Let me tell you, Kimmy and I go way back.  Back to last spring, when I was a little heavier.  I saw ol' Kimmy, Kourt, and Khloe, hawking their Quick Trim.  I was all "Hellz to the yes!  Tranny's who are committed to skinny!  Let's do this."  So, I trotted my happy self to Walgreens and forked over the $40 for her magic skinnygirl pills.  I will make this short and tell you that all this ended in was me being borderline craycray and shaky and it gave me the nausea and butt pee.  Also, I lost no weight.  FAIL.

Wearing: Shirt: Forever 21.  Pants: Betsey Johnson.  Shoes: Sam Edelman.

So, here I sit nearly exactly a year from the day when I thought that the Kardashians were trying to kill me and I see an ad for Shoe Dazzle.  Basically, this is a stripper shoe co-op where you pay $40 to get shoes that are personally selected by celeb stylist (including Kim)  based on my preferences and I will get to choose from those selections, for over another $40 and I get some shoesies.

Anyone else seeing a pattern of Kim asking me for $40 at a time?  Anyways, they are currently building my store for me to choose from.  Trust with your life that I will be photographing these things and will be posting them on this here blog. Yes, I would get some discounts if I got you all to join too, but if it isn't something I like personally, I don't want you to waste your time or money on it.  Capiche?

Beadazzled!

Angie

Sunshine Wishes

Hollah Friends.  I hope that everyone is off to a wonderful start to their week.  Other than the PMSbloats, I am doing great.  Cereal, I could subsist off of chips, salsa, and cheese sticks this week.  Oh well, whatevs, at least I am not screamtalking at people or crying in the corner...Which goes to prove there is always a bright side to every story.

OK people.  You should know that my mom is going to read this and be all "Ohhhhh Miss Ange!!!!  I loooooooooooove this outfit."  Mother, you bought me this dress about 4 years ago....so, you better like this post, LGP or you are in big trouble, lady!

Wearing: Dress: Anthropologie.  Shirt: Gap.  Shoes: Jessica Simpson.  Red hair: Via the hippy dirt aka, henna, which I am hating right now.

You can call me Mortified Mandy in these pics, because just outside the frame, a construction truck drove by and honked and cat called.  Can anyone tell me if this tactic has ever worked for anyone EVER?  Doubtful, Carl Bagodoughnuts...Doubtful.

Also, you may think that it's nice and warm here in SF, alas, it is not.  Again, I am just over the cold weather so, I am going to will it into existence.  I gotta run...one of my co-workers is trying to rip a phone book in half and I am worried he is going to poop his pants  in the middle of our department from straining so hard.

Lovebugs and lilly pads.

Angie

A Fever Hotter Than A Pepper Sprout

It's just another Manic Monday, friends.  I am so jealy of all of y'all that got to go down to Coachella.  While, I had a great weekend with The Mister, I would have loved to have been in Palm Springs dancing like a whirling dirvish. Even though I wasn't there in person,  that doesn't mean that I'm not going to get my best desert music festival get-up on today in order to put me in a mood good enough to kick the tires and light the fires off this Monday.  

Wearing: Shirt bought in the haight.  Jeans: Citizens of Humanity.  Sweater: Forever21.  Boots: Durango. 

Gosh, y'all...I am ready for Mercury to go to direct.  We have 5 more days until this retrograde is complete, though, so I am looking forward to that.  I mean who's idea was it to have a Monday/Tax Day/Mercury in Retrograde/PMS all on the same day?  Whoever it was, that person wins the A-Hole of the Week Award!  Congratulations for that, good sir.  

In an attempt to leave this on a positive note, I saw a quote today and it seems to be true.  "If you love life, it will love you right back".  Also, I am listening to Johnny Cash, so, I am basically 6 feet tall and bullet proof right now.  

Goodbye.  That's all she wrote.

Angie

The Mister's Rules - Sporty Chic

Happy weekend friends.  I would have brought you The Mister's Rules in his scheduled Friday timeframe, but my work took a little trip around the city on trolleys. I set up shop at one stop and took to customizing a few team t-shirts.  It was so much fun that I ended up dancing in a park, which is documented in the pictures below.  The Mister is here to talk to you about how to sport some team spirit.  This one is a good one ladies!  As always, my commentary is in bold and parenthesis. 

Wearing: Top: Forever 21.  Jeans: Levi's.  Shoes: Jessica Simpson.  Vest: Handmade in about 5 minutes on a sidewalk in North Beach.  

"What makes a guy drool?  (girls rule, boys drool!) A never fail outfit that always gets my attention is a woman in sports gear!  Walking down the street in workout pants, jeans, a skirt, that is all whatever, but that SF Giants tank top she is sporting is what will make a man say "damn" and break his neck (this really did happen.  The mister was in a neck brace for the entire post season.  jkjkjkjk).  Or the hat, bill forward=so damn cute (he has graduated from Angie's school of math = 94.6%amazing). 

 It also shows men (at least a man's man) that the woman is fun (see below for what FunAngie looks like!) and go to a sports game, have a beer and cheer for your team.  It also shows men that the woman can understand "guy time" and can be at the sports bar wiht the guys and have a good time (hooray for guy time).  No matter who the team is, if you have some sexy fitting team clothes, then you need to sport it!  Not to mention, it shows a guy that you can dress down and be confident and sexy at the same time. GO GIANTS!!!!"

This is FunAngie.  That girl is a freaking blast.  When she shows up, you better have your party shoes on, because everyone is in for a wild ride:

Salt, Salt, Salt.

Angie

Awkward and Awesome Thursday

I am about thisclose to changing the name of my Awkward and Awesome Thursdays to Nasty and Lessdisgusting.   Maybe I am just hyper sensitive to things, but I am truly grossed out on a regular basis.  Though I work at a very creative place, many times I feel like the Rules Commission for a frat house.  I mean, I had someone come to me the other day and tell me they had indigestion because for lunch they ate chili and a tuna sandwich from a place with a terrible reputation.  Why this person felt the need to tell me about this horrible lunch decision is completely beyond my understanding.  Oh, and the Awkward hasn't even begun yet.

Wearing: Dress: Forever21.  Cardigan: Victoria's Secret.  Boots: Durango.  Jacket: Zara.

AWKWARD:

- You see this alley I shoot in?  It's behind my office and I call it the litter box.  The reason?  It is filled with cigarette butts, trash, rat traps, and Subway napkins that have been used as TP for our local neighbors.  

- My desk mate finding out that we have been keeping this blog, chronicling the growth of his messy work area.  

- We are having a company party tomorrow.  Someone pulled me aside to ease any fears about what I may be wearing for the festivities.  What does that even mean?  Is Slimer going to be a special guest?  Will there be a petting zoo?  A balloon toss? Whatever it is, I am now quite excited.

AWESOME:

- Y'all.  There was a baby white rhino born the other day and I am borderline obsessed with him.  WHAT A BUBB!!!!!!

- The Mister calling me yesterday and telling me that he thought that I should go shopping and get some retail therapy.  Ummmmmm, you don't have to tell me twice.

- Good Morning America is on their way into office to interview our Chief Creative Officer about viral marketing.  With any luck, your girl will be a star in the morning.  I kid, I kid. 

- Oh, and one more AWESOME!  I found this outside of my office last week, when I was having a particularly weird day:

Told ya so! Told ya so! Told ya so!

kseeyabye.

Angie

PdotS:  For more Awkward and Awesome and I am sure less gross, please go visit Sydney at The Daybook.

Welcome to the Jungle Baby

Happy Hump Day Lovah's.    I made a really inconvenient choice/mistake in todays outfit.  You see, I am sick of wearing pants and jeans.  I just feel like it has been so burrrrrrritos cold lately and I am dressing more for autumn than I am Spring.  I resolved that no matter what the weather, after wearing the potato sacks yesterday, I was going to bear some leg.  I was bound and determined that I would wear a romper today.  (Just FYI, it's 55 and windy, in case anyone was wondering).

Wearing: Romper: F21.  Shirt: H&M. Heels: Guess.  Cardigan: Victoria's Secret.  

Guess what the issue in wearing a blouse and cardigan over a romper is?  

Any guesses?

The problem is trying to go to the bathroom!  I have a bladder the size of a pea.  This means that I had to keep the diet cokes, water, and nervous pee to a minimum today and be very calculated about waiting to go to the bathroom.  I had to pretty much get completely undressed any time I needed to go.  Though I really like how this outfit looked, I will never, ever, ever, wear this again because I think I may be slightly dehydrated at this point.  

One of my fave SF bloggers also wore this same shirt today.  To see how Amber styled this up go visit her at Amber's Notebook.

We got fun and games.

Angie

Hey Hey Hey y'all!  I can't tell you what is exactly is going on with my outfit today.  I feel like I am wearing a series of sacks which culminated in me looking like either a happy golfer or a 50's housewife on moving day.  My fantabulous roomie told me that she loved everything I had on today so, I have rockin it like a baby.  Either way, I am H-A-P-P-Y today.  Can you tell?

Wearing: Pantaloni: J.Crew (from my outrageously successful thrift store haul).  Blouse: Anthropologie. Heels: Marc Fisher? 

Friends, I have to tell you, I know oxfords are in style and I will totally probably surrender to the trend.  It is just really hard for me to get behind flats.  ANYWHO, this is my version of the trend.  Heeled oxfords.  Anyone else with me on this?  

Do any of you have giggly days?  Days when you just are so happy that everything is absolutely hysterical to you?  Well that is today for me.  No explicable reason...Just happy, positive, and ridiculous. Also, probably all the youtube I have been watching.

Everyone, I really think that we need to get behind this cause and find out who in the world stole the meat from the cooking pot

Showtime,

Angie

My Stomach Hurts, And The Hippies Tricked Me.

Well, lovebugs, another Monday is upon us and as I told The Mister this morning before I came to work, "Another day another dollah."  Since we are all bff's around these parts, I don't keep secrets from you.  Basically, every Monday should be known as glutenintolerancemiserable days around this blog.  Every Monday, you can bet that I spent at least an hour curled in a ball nearly crying because my stomach pain is excruciating.  I don't hold back on the weekends and like to eat whatever I want, and it all includes gluten. This results in me being in an intolerable amount of pain for the majority of the day on Monday.  Not that you needed to know, but now you know and knowing is half the battle... At least that is what G.I. Joe used to tell me.

Wearing: Blazer: Carolina Herrera.  Jeans: F21.  Heels:  Guess.  Top: Urban Outfitters.  Jewelry: Michael Kors, Marc Jacobs, and I have no idea what else.

I did a fun little experiment this weekend.  I have been trying to be paraben free in my makeup and hair products for about a year now.  I completely switched my hair product to Lush and absolutely adore the shampoos, conditioners and other goop to put on my coif.  Let me tell you, those people can sell a ketchup popcicle to a lady in white gloves.  Your girl was in the store about 4 months ago and the magician that works there totally talked me into moving from permanent hair color to tying henna.  

Said henna has been under my sink since I bought it and since my gray hair is popping up all over the place, I thought I would finally give the million dollar block of hippy, a whirl.  Here is how it went:

- Unsuccessfully try to break henna with hands.  Doesn't work.  Find a hammer and get to whacking.  Ziggy is now hiding under the kitchen table.

- Boil water and pour over greenblack henna chips.  Mix until it looks like baby poo/mud

- Rub into hair.  My hair basically got about 8 feet tall from putting all of this dirt in my hair.  

-Wrap in Saran wrap and let process for 3 HOURS!!!!!!!!!!!!  Actually, my amazing roommate saved me from walking around with saran wrap on my head and handed me a metallic conditioning cap to sit in for the half of my life that it was going to take for the hippy crystals to turn my hair a luscious black.  I sat in my room looking like Martian Marge.

-Rinsed the dirt out of my head...looked like I wrestled an alligator in my tub.

- Dryed my hair to check the color.  Not only was all my gray still there, but now my hair is a notsolovelyred.  I hate when my hair turns red...it's the bane of my existence.

The lesson I learned?  Toxins exist for a reason and it is so that I will never gray and be able to cheat old age.  I am heading back to the MAC counter and also finding my nearest Redken specialist.  

Hollah!

Angie

Oh Zig!

Here is some serious cuteness... Can you even deal?  I can't.  What a handsome little man.  

What are you thinking about bubb?  The meaning of life? Steak? Tennis balls? Cuddles? 

80 lbs of bulldog precariously perched in a bay window...Oh Ziggy, your life.  It's both mortifying and endearing.  

Te amo molto, Ziggy.

Angie (your mom)