Wednesday, March 25, 2009

The Best of Men's Fashion--a comprehensive list

Every so often in the world of men's fashion, genius appears. Here are a few of those moments:

The Three Piece Suit
(with or without tommy gun):

The Kilt
(if you ever want to start a heated debate with yours truly, just call this a skirt to my face)

WWII Officer's Uniform
(note the hat-- pure genius. And that reminds me...)


The Fedora
(and we might as well add the trench coat--Bogey style)

The Newsboy

Men: go forth and wear.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Saturday is a Special Day

It's the day I do absolutely nothing to get ready for Sunday.

Why is it that Sunday surprises me every week?  You'd think that I'd be used to it by now, and actually do something to plan ahead.  Here's a typical Sunday for us:

**Wake up leisurely (read: try to pretend to sleep in while the kids kill each other downstairs) and then have a nice big time wasting breakfast, because Church starts at 11, so we have plenty of time.

**Finish breakfast and look at the clock.  I have an hour and a half to shower and shave and change and get everything ready.  No problem, that's plenty of time! (can you see a pattern here?)

**I hop in the shower, Jon gets the kids ready.

**1 hour later (yes it really does take me that long to shower and shave) I hop out of the shower and realize I have a half hour left.  No problem, I know exactly what I want to wear.

**I get my outfit out, my skirt doesn't fit like I thought it would, there are a number of unexplained stains on my top (why am I hanging up dirty clothes? I ask myself), so I begin to look for something that fits well and is clean.  I end up going through about 3-4 different outfits all the while wondering why I can't bother to dry clean, or iron, or steam, or try on a single thing during the week..  

**Finally I'm able to pull something together (which isn't nearly as cute as what I had planned), Jon reminds me that we have 15 mins before church starts, and since I prefer to be on time, this means we should already be in the car.  This also means that I must go another week without putting on makeup (and thank goodness my hair is already hopeless--there isn't anything I could do to make it better even if I had all the time in the world), so I tell myself that I'm still young enough to pull it off and I grab some shoes.

**Jon and I then scramble to get everything together, the kids, the diaper bag, the bottle, the snacks, the church-appropriate books and activities- and then we all pile into the car.  We're going to make it!  I think naively.  

**We begin to hurriedly (but reverently) file into the back door of the Church when I notice my kids for the first time:  Gabe's pants are too short because his legs have long since outgrown his waist size (and continue to grow).  That's ok, I tell myself, everyone understands that.  Then I notice his hair, besides being more than a few weeks overdue for a haircut, it's a total mess.  Then I notice Greta is having the same hair problem.  "Didn't you bathe the kids??" I ask Jon--he didn't.  So I rush them to the bathroom while He gets a seat.  

**I frantically try to wet and finger comb my kids hair into something resembling combed hair when I notice that Greta is wearing the same dress for the third Sunday in a row despite the scads of cute dresses she has in her closet that continually go unworn.  I make a note to myself: Must remember to lay out Greta's dress early next week.  Then I notice her shoes are ALL WRONG despite the fact that she has scads of cute shoes in her closet that would match this dress.  And her shoes I add.

**We hurriedly (but reverently) walk down the hall to the Chapel, all the while I am making solemn promises to myself to NEVER let this happen again.  Must plan on Saturday! I berate myself.  Suddenly that annoying primary song has validity.

Saturday, March 07, 2009


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Thursday, March 05, 2009

10 Signs That I'm Getting Older

You know, besides the wrinkles and the gray hair that I am starting to get...

1.  The other day, I drove my car without music so that I could get some "peace and quiet."

2.  When I heard about Larry Miller's death at age 64--I was taken aback at how extremely young that was vs. finding out in High School that my friend's mom was turning 50 and not being able to get over the fact that she was a half of a century old.

3.  Is it just me, or are the professional sports players still babies??  (I mean in reference to their age, not attitudes, although let's be honest...)

4.  I frequently utter the phrase "They call this music??"

5.  I have actually felt my biological clock tick (fortunately for me, shortly thereafter we decided we weren't going to have any more kids).

6.  My son has a crazy ability to beat me at any video game despite the fact that I've been playing it way longer than he has.

7.  If I bend all the way over for any reason, I can only bend halfway back up and walk around half-bent for a while before I can lift the rest of the way up.

8.  I possess the ability to gain weight merely by smelling food.

9.  I can't get over how arrogant and immature college students are.

10.  I complain all the time about how:
-youth is wasted on the young
-young(er) people don't have the same work ethic I do
-gas was so much cheaper when I was a teen