On our way.

To San Francisco. Right now. Well, actually since about 4 am. My IT band is hurting like a mofo, but injected with some cortisone and will hopefully miraculously recover by... Yesterday. Oh well. At least I will hurt like a mofo in California.

We went ouuuuuuuuutttt last night.

The Big B and I.  We went OUT.  On date to a wedding.  The two of us.  With a baby sitter.  Well, the babysitter was at home, but the two of us went to a wedding.  You follow me?  It was also RAINING?!   Y'all.  It hasn't rained here in like 9 months.  We drove around today and talked about how it LOOKS like fall and the leaves are changing, but it's more that trees are dying.  It even kind of feels like fall (low 70's.)  FINALLY.

In other news, I felt the need to document our leaving the house when both dressed nicely and me wearing makeup AND fixing ish my hair.  wha wha?

Yah.  Car pictures.  We're there.

I think he felt awkward.

Go-go gadget arm?  That arm looks creeptastic.  And maybe I have a Jay Leno chin.  Happens.  AT LEAST I HAVE A CHIN.  This is advancement from my chineck.

Pre-Ceremony.  Lock it up.  Click it or ticket.  Don't mess with Texas.  Other things.

The couple.  Beauty.  I love a wedding couple.  (I want a new wedding dress.)

Shine factor?  High.  Fun-factor?  vodka soda 2 limes.

This picture was requested.  Odd.  I thought so at the time, too.  You probs can't tell on my face.  It's there.  In my highly allergic eyes. 

Turned this one black and white.  I'm apparently allergic to my new mascara.  Eyes burning.  Painful.  Before we left the house.  The lashes looked good though so I let it go.  Suffered.  In whining teary complainingness silence. 

Go-go gadget lips?  Crazy eyes.  Gigantic teeth.

This is us.  Fancy.  Out.  Home by 10:30. 

Guess who?

Trick or treat.  Are you surprised?  It's G$ or Mustachio as I like to call him.

I like to tease Ben about his 'stache.  Now we know that G def gets his facial hair from me.  

disjointed?

This post is going to be all over the place.  Fo' sho.
1.  If I have learned anything from TV it's that Nick JR is the same as preschool.  And because I want G$ to be smart I turned it on this afternoon (it was the preschool thing.  nothing to do with the fact that he was super whiny.)  No lie.  I counted 14 commercials.  In a row.  If he were a stay at home he'd desperately want some proactive.
2.  Then word girl was on (which I kind of like) until it got to this kid who said his favorite word is "cracker."  This kid will not have friends.  Until he is quirky.


G's name was almost Graham, until I put on my middle school boy thinking cap and figured out he'd been Graham Cracker Black and that's just not good because well, we are like the epitome of "stuff white people like" and our last name is black and well we like to use the term Cracker jokingly at our house.  Random.  Yes.  Ben told me that video wasn't funny.  Clearly he did not have a cocktail at 2:30 and watch wordgirl.  It IS funny.

Next on the list--I went for some facial waxing last night and the girl used a cotton ball and oil to clean off the remaining wax (recall... when I tried to do this myself and couldn't get the wax off.  awesome)  Anyway, worst.  feeling.  ever.  Cotton ball falling apart.  On your face.  And you can hear it.  I almost gagged and asked her to leave it all.  Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm texture issues much?

G$'s first sit on the "man couch" at Ann Taylor Loft.  He's all, "Mom.  it's fine.  No, the first one.  No, you don't look fat.  Can we go chase birds soon?"  Snacks.  A purse.  And a little sale from banana on the side.  That's my kind of guy.  This was after we went to cookie time at Ben's work.  Um, I said cookie time.  They have fresh baked cookies everyday at 3.  We don't go more often because usually I'm not presentable by 2 (meaning I've lost my over the shoulder bolder holder and am probably wearing pj's, my dirty hair is back and my makeup has disappeared.)  We were in good form the other day though!

And finally.  Griffin asks, "Does this sweaty band make me look fat?"

Too 1997?

So I've been known to go all Paris Hilton on 2 things (meaning slutsville)--beauty products and jeans. I got talked into these jeans at j.crew on Sunday*. Are they too 1997? Because I'm relatively sure I had a pair that looked like this from the Gap that year. I have dark jeans so I was thinking these are more casual? Ug, I don't know. I'm a little hippy so the faded in the thighs/hips isn't great on me.

Do I return? Or keep? I'm poor at decisions.

*Please note that "being talked into" simply means that the sales girl said, "those look cute on you."  And, because I've recently** had a baby I'm looking for things that fit my body.
**And by recently, I meant 14 months ago but I'm holding onto it until I have another baby at which point I will have just had that baby.  This works in the reasoning world, right?

Why are you smiling?

Because it's the first time I've ever seen you look ugly.

It kind of makes me happy.

OMG.  Just watching Bridesmaids for the first time.

I also just had to recount to my mom my story about how I'm the crazy wacked lady at the park.  I'm the lady who asked kids to clean up their language.  And made them run away.

I.  Am.  Awesome.

Tooch

As in "booty tooch."  That's what Tyra has deemed her new phrase for this episode.  So I posted about words I want to take on and now I'm considering, "what if I just pick up Tyra words?"  Then I start saying thinks like Dreckitude and booty tooch and "ladies, stands before me..." and then go all gangsta and what not.  Just a thought.  We'll see what happens.

But in more semi-hippiness factor G$ and I went to the farmer's market this morning.  We got some loot.  Some ground beef, a steak, mushrooms, eggs, zucchini blossoms, tomaters, zucchini, some cracked black pepper fresh pasta, a black bean and goat cheese tamale, iced coffee and listened to some music.

And a little park time.  Check it.