Girly Girl

Black Top: Bought in England

Nude Top: Kohls

Skirt: M&S

Shoes: Boutique 9

Necklace Walmart

This outfit was a last minute decision. Call me weird but I lie in bed at night and put together outfits in my mind. I know some of you do it too. I wonder what I will be like when I have a whole room instead of a closet. Oh yes dear husband it IS happening!

This isn't right!

Top: Target

Pants: Old Navy

Shoes: Guess

Bag: EBAY

Earrings: Rue 21

I was so excited today. I arrived at work early with a spring in my step because I knew I would have a nice shiny computer on my desk, or so I thought. That didn't happen. I walked in to my bosses office:

Me: "Where is my new computer? the one that is supposed to be all new and shiny sitting on my desk, ready for me to use? Is it still in the box? Where's the box?

Boss: "I fixed your old one." (grinning)

Me: "What? I wanted a new one. I NEED a new one, you said I could have a NEW ONE!"

Boss: "Yours is running fine, but you need to reinstall the internet."

Me: "Whatever." (stomping out of his office)

So I reinstall the internet, and what happens it freezes. G** Damn STUPID COMPUTER!

On a positive note I did look cute today.

What do you mean my computer is f*****d!?

Top: Even

Skirt: Old Navy

Shoes: Payless

I sashay into work this morning, with my cute new top on and my lovely, lovely heels. Place my bag under my desk and plop down into my chair. Wait a minute, my computer looks different. Yells to boss "What's wrong with my computer?" Boss comes out of his office. "Oh yeah it's f*****d" What, what, WHAT!!?! "Yep going to have to get you a new one. Do you have your files back up?" (Of course I do). Anyway, no computer, and NO Internet!! bugger, bugger, BUGGER!! So today was bitter sweet.

So dear boss, if you ever read this blog, which I doubt you do being fashionably challenged. I expect a shiny new computer tomorrow with internet! Wrapped in a bow! (like that's going to happen) I'll probably end up schlepping to the store, bringing it to the office, and setting up myself.

Meh

No photo in today's post. The reason for this is I had to wear stupid flats. As of tomorrow ladies I am back in my heels. I don't like flats, except on very rare occasions. I am a heel chick, I am a city girl and I am moody and irritable. It's bad enough not being able to run, but taking away my heels is tantamount to abuse.

So, my dear Dr. I am done, I cannot cope with looking at all my gorgeous shoes and not being able to wear them . I shall walk in to work tomorrow defeated and deflated (not) that I cannot wear flats anymore. I will look FABULOUS! I will be in a better mood, and my co-workers will not run for cover, or cower in the corner when they hear me stomping towards them. I will feel girly and sexy and not frumpy. I will strut around just as a model struts on a runway. I shall sashay down the hallway, I shall sit with my legs crossed at the ankles in a lady like manner. I shall be happy, and girly and probably in pain. Fear not dear readers. I have the good drugs ;)

That's Right! Heels Bitches!!

Top: DKNY

Jeans: PacSun

Shoes: Jessica Simpson

I am in heels, yes I know I'm not supposed to wear them, blah, blah, blah. I am not walking anywhere, and my husband is tired of seeing me pout. OK so there may have been the occasional rocking backward and forward and staring into space while sitting in my closet while holding armfuls of heels. But I digress. I won this round Doctor, I won this round.

I has a new feets

Flat but kind of cute. Steve Madden on sale plus I got an extra 20% off and free shipping, so now I'll has happy feets!

Fireworks by the river!

Sweater: Gap
Top: Gap
Jeans:Express
Shoes: Walmart
Bag: XXI bought on EBAY
Fireworks by the river tonight, and it's free which is good. More money to shop with my dear...cackle, cackle. Good job I wore flats, because husband decided to park a mile yes ONE mile from the river, so I was forced to schlep along behind him, and on the way back from the river he got us lost (we have lived here 8 years). Tired from all the fresh air I cannot think of anything witty to say, so I will bid you goodnight and wish everyone a Happy 4th!

Introducing...

My most fabulous accessory. My husband! Cute, handsome, sexy, intelligent and very very funny. Calls me "dude" a lot, very good at witty combacks, whereas it takes me a while, and by the time I have thought of it, I don't bother saying it because it would make me sound lame.

Like my shoes?...

Top: Kohls

Skirt: Vera Wang for Kohls

Shoes: Target

These are some g***amn UGLY shoes! But they are comfortable blah, blah, blah. Even my boss said they were ugly, and he has no idea about fashion. I did try and sneak some heels out this morning, but was caught by my husband. I whined and stomped and folded my arms, then threw the shoes down and stomped out the door.

On a positive note Husband and I are going to California to visit his family at Christmas. We will be boarding our cats at the vets...um yeah that's going to be fun.

I hobbled...

over to Target and bought this. It's a gorgeous light floaty fabric for $17.99. Shopping makes me feel better. I think I should bill my Dr for making me feel so bad, that I had to spend money. Actually if he was paying I would be spending a lot more than $17.99. I would be clicking all over Neiman Marcus..mwahahaha.

Say What?

The conversation at the Dr's office went something like this:

Doc: How are you today?

Me: I'm good. (Stupid question).

Doc: I see here you are having some problems with your leg.

Me: Yep. I hurt it running.

Doc: Can you show me where it hurts?

Me: (Standing Up) Right here, points to thigh about 4 inches down from groin.

Doc: Does it hurt when sitting or lying down?

Me: Nope, only when I put pressure on it.

Doc: Any swelling, bruising, lumps?

Me: Nope

Doc: OK let's have you up on the table, lie down and let me examine your leg.

Me: (Hops up on table, well clambers)

Doc: Does this hurt? (pressing where it hurts)

Me: OW!! Yes! (I told him that's where it hurts WTF?)

Doc: You've torn a muscle. No running for 4 weeks.

Doc: (Eyes gorgeous high heels) And no wearing heels for 4 weeks.

Me: Wha??? (blank stare and lots of blinking)

Doc: You're throwing your balance off and it will heal slower.

Me: And slower isn't good?

Doc: No, and neither is more pain. You need to ice and heat it and take it easy, and i'll email an RX to your pharmacy for some anti-inflammatories. (Email my RX fancy pants!)

Me: K. (Sulking like a small child)

Doc: Come and see me if it gets any worse. And stay off those heels!

Me: (Already stomping halfway down hallway muttering Ow, ow, ow ,ow like a mad woman as best I can so I don't answer).

I knew he would do that, not to mention he's all hi-tech now wheeling around a lap top on a stand like some kind of old person. Oh and he types with one finger too, which is REALLY annoying because my appointment should have taken half as long as it did, I almost pushed him off of his stool and asked him to dictate. He also looks down a lot, if only I had kept my feet tucked under me and slipped off my shoes while he examined my leg (hits self in forehead with palm). Stupid, Stupid girl! Oh and at the rate he types I'll get my RX sometime next week. In fact he's probably still typing as we speak.

Want! Want! WANT!!

All of the above items are from forever21.com. I want them all. I like forever 21 because if they only last a season they are cheap enough to not really matter. Unlike my new Marc Jacobs top and some other designer labels hanging in my closet that hubby does not know about (wink, wink). I have most of the above items in my shopping cart...shhh! All I have to do is clickity, click, click and lovely packages will arrive at my door!

OW!

Sunglasses: Kohls
Dress: Dillards
Bag: XII on EBAY
Shoes: ABS on EBAY

As you may remember reading a few posts ago I run every night, correction (did) run every night. Last week I twisted my ankle and today I have a horrible pain in my thigh. Of course this is made worse by wearing heels. Anyway to cut a long story short I called the nurse at BCBS, one of these things where they advise you. Fat lot of help she was. Scared me half to death by saying I may have a blood clot, and that I may need to call 911.

I am not paying for a ride in an ambulance (there are better places to spend my money!), I'll get hubby to drive me. (I have to arrive in something cute, an ambulance is not cute although some of the EMTs are). Anyway I have an appointment with my Dr tomorrow morning, he's a no nonsense kind of guy and we get on well. I am of course going to wear my usual killer heels and if tells me that I have to wear flats for a while then I will become one batshit crazy lady who will have to be sedated with horse tranquilizer shot into my neck through a blow dart, and even then that may not be enough to sedate me. Hell hath no fury like a woman parted from her heels (aka me).

I am currently walking around muttering OW, OW, OW!! don't cry, don't cry, the pain really is THAT bad, not so bad that I want to wear flats though. Some retail therapy may be in order after an appointment that is sure to turn me into little miss pissy pants.

The Sun newspaper

Pffft. I am from the UK and the saying is "British Press best in the World." According to said newspaper "The Sun" Michael Jackson is alive and in Mexico. So to all you go MJ fans, he didn't die he is lying by a swimming pool in Casa De Bull Shit.

Meet our children

This is Isabelle. She's 4 years old and is a little Chunky. Currently on a diet she hates both me and my husband. She's not very bright (think Scrat from Ice Age). When you walk up to her she falls over just like the goats that freeze and fall over when they are surprised. Her nicknames include Izzie, Baby, Princess, Baby Girl, Chunky One and Fattie :( (husband not me) and Beautiful Girl. She is also very vocal and will coo and meow when you talk to her. Her mommy loves her...Yes I do.

This is Chunkee Munkee he is our 7 year old and big brother to Isabelle. He is athletic, smart and loves my husband more than anything in the world. his nicknames include Munkee, Chunkster, Baby Boy, Da Munkee. The marks on his nose are freckles, he has them inside his mouth too. I once tried to scrub them off, thinking it was dirt...not so much.