well, now my butt hurts

I'm sooo sorry I haven't been as active as I should be! I've been soo busy since Florida that I just haven't had time to write nor draw and I HATE IT! I know I said in my last post that I would be posting regularly, but I didn't know I was going to be so crazy busy. Not cool, I know!

Anyway... the other day, the BF and I took a trip to NY state. First, I must say that I am in love with NY state.. I hate NYC! It was raining all day, so we decided it would be fun to take a drive to do some shopping. We figured we'd go to some little shops and then meet up with a friend at Palisades Mall, which if you don't know what that is... it's a huuuge mall in NY state. We got to the first shop without any problems, considering that we hadn't ever been there. I stepped out of the car and walked through the rain to the store's entrance. Little did I know that the entrance was down some stairs. Can you guess what happens next?

Yea, I busted my @$$! I slipped and took a nice fall down the stairs. And... well... now my butt hurts! Once I got up, we walked around the store for about 10 minutes, then I decided I just wanted to go straight home. No mall for me.... 

I hope everyone has a great weekend! 

See you Monday!

a stroll down memory lane: party dress fail

Almost 2 years ago, my second cousin got married and of course I attended the wedding. As most of you know, I'm not really a girly-girl, but when I have an event like this to attend, I dress appropriately. In this case, it was a very formal wedding in a beautiful ballroom type event space - marble floors, a gorgeous outdoor garden, an indoor waterfall type thing, etc. It must have cost a small fortune to have that wedding!

Anyway... I knew about the wedding a few months in advance and I also knew that I didn't have a formal dress that I could wear to the wedding. Well, the day before the wedding, I still had not purchased a dress! Obviously this led to hours of dress shopping. I may not be the girly-girl type, but I am a very picky person when it comes to clothing (especially when it's an occasion that requires me to look pretty and formal). Surprisingly, about an hour later, I found what seemed to be the perfect strapless dress. I bought the dress and a cute pair of shoes and that was all I needed.

I was ready to have a wonderful time at a beautiful wedding - or so I thought.... The BF and I arrived at the wedding all handsome and pretty - him in his suit, me in my "perfect" dress. We were sitting at the reception tables for most of the day, but then the bride and groom decided they wanted everyone on the dance floor. Well, not only am I an inexperienced heels-walker, but apparently I'm also an inexperienced dress-wearer. I stood up without noticing that I was stepping on the front of my dress, started walking, and... well... you probably know the rest.....

My dress had fallen and my boobs were exposed for all 250 wedding attendees to see! I quickly pulled the dress back up, but I was so embarrassed that I had to leave the wedding immediately following the incident. I didn't know who, if anyone, actually saw what had happened, but I had to leave immediately! I couldn't believe what had happened, but lesson learned: strapless dresses are EVIL!

not your typical girl

Yes, I'm a girl, but I'm not your typical girl. I was never the type to get up at 6AM to do my hair and makeup before I left the house... nor was I the girl that wore heels and dresses everywhere no matter where I was going. I'm actually just the opposite - I roll out of bed in the morning, put my hair up in a clip, put some clothes on, squeeze into my sneakers and I'm out the door! I never truly do my hair and I rarely wear makeup - I buy a lot of it, but I never seem to use it. If I do my makeup, it's normally a special occasion or I just want to feel pretty for the day - everyone has those days, right?

So yesterday I ended up feeling quite unattractive and wanted to give myself a little makeover, if you want to call it that. I got a pedicure, a manicure, eyebrows waxed (these are part of my normal routine), but I didn't feel pretty enough. This will show you how pathetic I really am - I ended up looking up videos of how to curl my hair. I do have to admit though that there are some really good how-to videos for hair and makeup all over the internet. Anyway, I found a bunch and decided to try it....

And here's how it turned out....

Just kidding! For real now.... here's the result...

The curler slipped out of my hand - I burnt my neck!! With half of my head curled, I stopped. Maybe I'll try again another day.

Curling irons are evil I tell you.... EVIL!

a stroll down memory lane: cookie disaster

I stumbled on Sundresses & Smiles the other night when I was reminded of a pretty embarrassing baking experience of mine. Mind you, I was pretty young.. I don't remember exactly how old, but I was probably around 14... ish.

I'm telling you now that I am a cookie addict - I LOVE COOKIES! For real, I'm a cookie monster. So one night I decided to bake some sugar cookies. Apparently I wasn't quite feeling chocolate chip that night which is actually pretty surprising since I have a serious chocolate addiction too, but anyway... I made sure I had all the ingredients and got the cookie sheet out. Once I was sure I had everything, I mixed all the ingredients together. Everything was going smoothly so far, then I started placing the cookie balls on the baking sheet one inch apart like I had read on the package. Once they were placed, I put them in the oven to begin baking....

DING! The timer went off and it was time to take the cookies out. I ran over to the oven, opened it, and what did I see? 12 cookies?? NO!..... ONE GIANT COOKIE!!

I was wondering what the heck went wrong! Well, I finally realized later on that I read the package wrong - I was supposed to make 24 small cookies on two baking sheets not 12 big cookies on 1 sheet... Well, at least I thought it would make 12, but NO - just one giant cookie! Just a massive baking fail!

a saucy mess

Soo the laundry was done without problems this week... Were the dishes?

Well, to start off... a couple nights ago, the BF and I made dinner for my family - homemade spaghetti and meatballs. We all ate and enjoyed the dinner, but you all know what comes after eating, right? DISHES! The BF and I have this routine where we both cook and afterwards he does the dishes (yes, I'm super lucky to have a talented man to put dishes in the dishwasher, I know). Well, I decided to give him a break for the night and I took it upon myself to do the dishes, which probably wasn't the best idea.

As I started loading the dishwasher, the BF was hovering over me as if I didn't know how to do the dishes. I thought to myself I know how to do the dishes.. I'm not stupid! He continued to hover as I loaded the plates, the strainer, and all of the utensils. Finally I loaded the last dish (or should I say pot which moments before had been filled with homemade spaghetti sauce). As soon as I put the pot in the dishwasher, the BF gave me that look that basically says you're doing it all wrong. He then told me not to put the sauce pot in the dishwasher because it won't get clean unless we hand wash it. Well, I insisted on putting it in the dishwasher anyway and even bet him that it would be clean when we took it out. I turned the dishwasher on... there was no turning back now.

The next morning I opened and unloaded the dishwasher and what did I find??...... Well, the sauce pot was perfectly clean, but our white plates and strainer were PINK!

I couldn't believe it! How could I possibly mess up doing the dishes.. in a dishwasher?! I can understand breaking dishes (yes, unfortunately I have done this before), but turning them pink - that's just unheard of. Maybe dishes just aren't my thing... Maybe we should just stick to the "BF does dishes, I do laundry" routine. After all, if I keep this up we'll be spending A LOT of money on new dishes every week. No big deal - just another FAIL!

HAPPY FRIDAY!
Have a great weekend! :)

a stroll down memory lane: tanning

Another rainy day today here in NJ. It seems like in the past 3 weeks we've only seen the sun maybe 3 times. For the month of June, it sure doesn't feel like summer is approaching at all. Anyway.... I've wanted to tan for so long now with only slight opportunities during the very few sunny days we've had recently. My sister asked me to go tanning with her.... at a salon. Now, normally I'm completely against myself going to a tanning salon, but I figured when I haven't seen the sun in such a long time and I have free sessions that my mom bought me, I had to do it.

So I haven't been to a tanning salon in a very long time - probably over a year or maybe even two. I walked in and immediately I was reminded of my very first tanning session.

I was 15 and on vacation in Florida for Christmas break when I got upset that I was away from the BF (yes, I'm talking about the same BF I talk about now). I was so upset about being away from him that I made my mom send me home the next day (how pathetic, right?). I was only in Florida for two days which really didn't give me time to get tan, but I wanted to have some kind of color when I went home. I saw a tanning salon while we were driving in Florida and made my mom stop. I walked into the salon, purchased a session, and off I went to the tanning bed... or so I thought. When you picture a tanning bed, you normally think about a horizontal bed that you lay in and fake sunlight penetrates your skin.. well, they decided to put me in a stand-up booth instead. So I walked into the changing area, got undressed, and waited a few minutes for the lights to come on.

Well they never came on! I was so disappointed - I thought the booth wasn't working. Little did I know I had to open the door and walk into another section of the booth. I didn't realize this until 2 minutes before my session was over!

I know what you're thinking.. How stupid is this girl?! How did she think she was going to tan without any lights?! Well, I sat and pondered that too while I was waiting for the lights to come on. In my defense, I was 15, stupid, and it was my very first time tanning. What a waste of money that was!

Have a great weekend everyone!! :)

to try something new

The other night I thought it would be fun to take up a new hobby. I wanted to make myself a bikini! I told you I was addicted!

Never in my life have I sewn before, nor did I have any idea what goes into making a bathing suit - All I knew was that I was on a mission: make myself a bikini. Instantly I started to research what exactly I needed; what kind of fabrics, how much of it, what kind of thread, etc. The next morning, I got up and rushed out the door to Jo-Ann Fabrics. An hour later, I returned home with some supplies that included some black nylon/spandex fabric, some leopard print polyester fabric, rubber linings, and some hot pink thread. I thought this thing would look awesome! I was so excited when I got home, I just couldn't wait to start on it!

I took all the fabric and thread out of the bag and started drawing out a template for the bikini bottom. I tried to copy the bottom of one of my other bathing suit bottoms, but when I did it ended up looking like it was wayy too big for my butt. I got so frustrated after 10 minutes, that I gave up! Yes, I gave up!

I know, I know... You're thinking how in the world did she think she'd pick up sewing in 10 minutes? Well, I didn't, but I'm crazy, so I thought it would be a simple task without knowing anything about sewing. I WAS WRONG! My problem?... I have no patience. The BF thought I was out of my mind the whole time, but he went with it anyway. I knew he was right the whole time, but I don't admit stuff like that. I was crazy to think I could sew my own bathing suit, let alone pick up sewing and be good at it within 10 minutes. How ridiculous, right?! So, the next day we went back to Jo-Ann Fabrics and returned everything. MISSION: FAILED!, but I'll tell you one thing.... it felt damn good getting that $40 back!

Unfortunately, I don't learn from mistakes like this one.... I actually do this quite often. If you're following me, you'll quickly see how often I do this and how often I fail! Eww - I hate that word!