sunny side of life

-that your roots didn’t just sneak-attack you out of the middle of nowhere? Seriously. It’s like, one day all will be right with the world (hair-wise) and then the next day it’s like Whoa! You mean I’m not a natural white-blonde?

-that you could actually shop from the Pottery Barn catalog? I don’t mean like “Yes! My tax-refund check came! Let’s get that lamp I saw….” I mean like, “I’d like page 72, 90, and 145, please. Everything on those pages.”

-that bathrooms cleaned themselves. Like so you could just wake up tomorrow morning and go have breakfast at Cracker Barrel with Lemons without having to do that first.

-while we’re on the topic of bathrooms, how about wishing that the men in your life could actually aim with their “aiming devices”? Seriously guys, point and shoot, it’s not that difficult. In fact, you’re all pretty successful playing Playstation with that method. Or paintball. Or you know, in a real gun-fight.

-that my husband wasn’t so far away and I actually had a husband and not a web-cam? Sorry, I had to throw that in there.

-that life was full of weekends?

Green = Go!

Short bleep of my horn = It’s green, and your turn to go, so you should take your turn.

Long-blaring of my horn = DID YOU NOT HEAR THE SHORT BLEEP?! MOVE!

I could really make ENTIRE posts out of the following points, but I’ve decided to summarize here. For your sake. Aren’t I kind?

1. So, what was THE NEWS? Well, I’m glad you asked. Long ago in a land far away…..ok kidding, I just figured I’d never actually be able to start a real story off with that, so I figured I’d attempt in here.  Anyway, the news. I used to work at the Men’s Wearhouse. I made lots of friends when I worked there, and really developed some close bonds with some of the guys. One guy in particular was one of the assistant managers who couldn’t have been more of an opposite of mine as a very staunch atheist and a very liberal democrat. So we always had very interesting, and on some occasions, heated discussions about faith, religion, politics and the like. But I spent a lot of time sharing my faith with this man who was very open to everything I had to say and in spite of the fact that we always disagreed with one another, there isn’t another person in this world with whom I enjoyed such discussions. We really got down to the nitty gritty of things and remained good friends up until the moment I resigned, after which we lost touch. So, when “former youth leader” went in to the Men’s Wearhouse to rent the tuxes for his wedding, guess who waited on him? Yup, you guessed it, my former assistant manager who told “former youth leader to “…..tell Fancythis she was right…..” and has since converted to Christianity. (as an aside, I really hate that phrase, it makes us sound cult-like, which we’re not, and so cold and impersonal, which we’re not. But you know, semantics are funny like that) I was just tickled pink and needless to say, in awe of the way God works sometimes.

2. I purchased yet another dress, (which, incidentally, I am not able to show you because apparently, The Limited doesn’t allow you to browse their collections on-line!) this one to wear for the wedding I have coming up in June (it’s SO far away! However will I wait that long?!) It’s GORGEOUS! It’s a black strapless with big white flowers. LOVELY! And I bought these shoes to go with it. And this clutch. With this a really pretty necklace (which I also can’t find a picture of) that brings it all together. Fabulous!

3. I’m thinking of re-vamping the ol’ blog. DCRMom has just started her own “business” “Beautifying the Blogosphere”(not the name of the business, just her tagline) and I’m thinking of giving her a shot at mine! I might even change the name of my blog. Imagine that!

That’s really all. I think there was more in my head when I started this post, but after frantically searching for links to my new ensemble I’ve plum forgot most of what I set out to do.

Oh well, you can’t win ‘em all!

Today was the deadline for me to turn in my letters of recommendation to the school, and, being the procrastinator that I am, I waited until today to turn in the final one.

Since I had the girls today, I gave them this overly long-winded speech on the way to the school about how we’re going into a building that’s a school and a workplace (for some people) and how they need to be very quiet since some people will be learning and other people will be working.

“Ok” they both said enthusiastically, “we’ll be veerrrry quiet.”

As promised, they were both silent, even when others were talking to them (they have a tendency to be very shy) and things were just lovely.

On the way out the door, I was praising the girls for their wonderful behavior, when we passed another student.

“SSHHHHH Miss Fancythis! You have to be quiet!” said M

“No, not now, we’re outside.” I replied

“I know, but that girl is going inside to learn her letters, so we should be quiet for her.”

If only I had registered for that class.

I’m sorry if you’re terribly confused by the title. You won’t really get this post unless you’ve read that children’s book.

Let me have my moment.

I was reading one of my favorite blogs the other day, when I came accross her post that had far less to do with her shoes than the embarassing moment caused (sort of) by the shoes (you should read it!) when I realized that I was on the verge of salivating over these shoes.

How many times do you think I can insert the word “shoes” into one sentence?

Anyway, I’m all. “Those shoes are adorable, I haven’t bought shoes in a while. Well, shoes that cute. I need to go shoe shopping!”

But then I thought, once I go shoe shopping, I’m really going to want to buy clothes to go with the shoes. (because that’s how my shopping is done)

Then I thought, if I want to go clothes shopping I really should lose weight. Like 40 pounds weight if I want to go on my Hawaii trip when Husband gets back. (It’s my “treat” for hitting my goal weight/dealing with his being gone for a year)

So, by the time I lose all that weight and start planning for my Hawaii trip, I’ll be needing a new pair of shoes.

And you know what that means……..

(after the dog vomited on the living room carpet……)

“Hey Luke, would you eat that for 1 million dollars?” asked Jacob

“Yeah, heck, I might even do it for $10,000.” he replied

“Hey Luke, would you french-kiss Jacob for 1 million dollars?” I asked

“No” he replied “That’s disgusting.”

Yeah, it’s me, Fancythis.

I know, I know. You’ve all been wondering, worriedly biting your nails waiting for my return.

And I’ve been nothing but a dissapointment.

The long and short of it?

My husband was deployed, and there’s just something about that life-altering event that re-prioritizes what you do on a daily basis. I gotta be honest, blogging wasn’t even on the radar. In fact, it was so far off the radar that when I finally picked my sorry rear out of my state of “Whoa is me!!”, I still didn’t want to blog.

Now, I do.

Funny how it works, no?

I don’t know where to start really. This is like that awkward first date moment when both people just sit and stare at one another until someone mutters, “So….this is nice.” Which leads to a “Oh, we’ve decided just to be friends.” moment with your mother, who tries to hook you up with every man she meets, because will you just get married and move out of her house already?!?!?!

Anyway!

Y’all know this is just my favorite time of year, and this time, my husband isn’t here to reign in my spending. Which is just great for all of you! (who know me, that is. heck, if you’re nice enough to me, I just might buy you a present anyway!)

Retail therapy is legitimate therapy people. Why, I couldn’t imagine a better way to fill the void! You want that Tiffany’s necklace, SIL?* Got it! A new house, best friend?* Done! All of your school loans paid off, Em?* It’s on me! Seriously, I’m on a roll! This shopping stuff is great!

In other completely unrelated news……

I “met” another person who reads my blog. It’s funny how you find these things out. Her method? Laughter (Hi Lynne!)

As she walked by me: (chuckling) “I’m a closet blog reader of yours.”

NO!!!!

Now I have to go through and clean it up again!(kidding)

So, now that you all know I’m alive, you can start celebrating Christmas in full force. I know the sadness was too overwhelming until now.

*Please do not really expect this from me on Christmas

This weekend was our annual retreat to Harvey Cedars Bible conference with our youth group. It was a great time had by all and I’ve got the pictures to prove it.

Me and my sister. Being….us.        Me and one of the girls.

Me and DDTM, making the DDTM face.  Me and Johnny being Dane Cook.

Enjoy.