Emma's Fantabulous Blog

Today was good.

But I can sometimes stick my foot in my mouth without even realizing it until a later point in time. Usually in conversations I either: A.) Overanalize everything and rehearse what to say before I say it, and because of that I’m usually quiet as a mouse. or B.) Talk in an uncensored stream of consciousness where I’ll say the first thing that pops into my head, which either comes out as quick-witted or nonsense.

It’s usually Mode of Operation B that gets me into trouble.

I used to pride myself in not caring if I came across as an a**hole, but now I worry about appearing that way towards people that matter. Maybe I’ve just come to realize that friendships are more precious that I had originally thought.

Other than my verbal ineptitude, today was a pretty pleasant day.

I went to the gym and had a great work out. I went to get coffee at Diva and they were having their winter art show, so I got to look at & buy some really interesting art from some local artists. It snowed. Big plump white snowflakes that soak your face and coat your head in a white halo. It was beautiful. I cooked a big dinner with Devon for 2 of our favorite people.

I wrapped presents for friends and family. I love wrapping presents. There is something about the gift-wrapping process that gives me an overwhelming sense of calm. Covering boxes and oddly shaped items in the right colorful piece of paper. Tying color-coordinated shiny ribbons around the packages. Filling out the “to: & from:” tags with quirky but appropriate faux gift-givers…. I’m a freak. I know.

I’m running on almost no sleep, and the little sleep that I did manage to catch was full of nightmares. Now i have to go spend the day snuggling the racca-mundis.

This is going to really suck.

I feel like a complete and total blob today. Generally I’m pretty happy with my curvy body, but recently it’s been going through some re-adjusting and I’m more squishy than normal. I just really hate not being able to fit into clothes that I’ve had forever. grah.

Dear body,

There’s no reason for you to be bulking up like we’re about to go through a period of famine. Figure it out and settle down.
No love,

me.

Last night I was chatting with Devon in the kitchen, talking about how we had spent the day. I look down and realize that I’m using my finger to eat peanut butter directly out of the jar… And that I totally hadn’t noticed that I was doing so until my 2nd taste.

Wow. WTF. That’s all I can say.

This evening I was really homesick. Missing family and my girls and friends and generally just the hopping social life that I had in Boston. I want to go home and visit, but plane tickets on JetBlue are running over $500 round-trip this summer. I feel bad about spending that kind of money on a “social call” when we’re trying to save money to move back and buy a home. However moving eastward seems like it is at the very least 6 months out, although who knows if it could be 2 years. (I hope to the lemur that it won’t be that long, i might go mad.)

Anyways. I have an art journal, that I used to write in/draw stuff/tape in photos. I hadn’t touched it in 3 years. I pulled it out tonight and just started writing down what I was thinking… Not nearly as poetic as most of the stuff I’d written in there, but it certainly felt good to get stuff down on paper. I think i get stuff stuck in my head and dwell on it and it kills me. I forgot how good it felt to write stuff down… I really want to keep contributing stuff to the journal.. So I can also have happy/positive entries.

And I need to start writing back chick poetry again… Its pretty bad/sappy/weird, but was a lot of fun to go back and read what I wrote back in high school.

Ok… Now to share some of my old school journal entries. (p.s. the drawings were both done with ballpoint pen.)

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I am the best tire PSI checker ever. Like, seriously. I totally rock.
That is all.

Today I’m a quarter century old.. That sounds scary. I never have been able to picture myself as 25. But then again I never pictured myself as a married woman, and being married to Devon is truly a wonderful thing.

But the day seems promising. So far I’ve been stuffed full of homemade waffles and Devon is being secretive about plans for the afternoon and evening. So today doesn’t seem all that bad.

Here’s what I looked like 25 years ago. I’ve come a long way, baby.

Rule #1. When at your local home improvement store, pick up some fancy gadget that does a simple job, and give it to your guy. He’ll be super excited and go crazy in that area of lawn care.

Earlier this week, I went to Lowes in search of mulch and potting soil and other similar stuff. Then I saw the above contraption. Our lawn has a million “Non-edible by Fifi” dandelions that is ugli-fying it. So I decided to get Devon the Yard Butler Rocket Weeder to get him excited about taking care of the problem. It’s heavy duty with a nice handle and a lever and a foot stomp thing. Moving parts and whatnot, so I figured Devon would be pretty excited about it.

Halo 3′s beta trial came out last Friday.  It’s a test run of a new/unreleased video game (that Devon is totally obsessed with). Its only available to super special “fan-boys” until early June. After that, D will have to wait until November, when the game will be available to purchase. So for the next 3 weeks I get to pretend that I’m a bachelorette again, because D’s going to be parked next to his Xbox 360 during that time frame.

At least now I have an excuse to catch up on my Tivo-ed “American Idol”, and “Dancing with the Stars”.

Is this too-too?

I bought these Steve Madden shoes today. Hot, right?

The problem is: I wandered across a dress by BCBG Max Azria.

I’m completely in love with it. The dress fits me like a fricking glove! (I’ve discovered that A-lines are my best friend.) The color perfectly matches the brown in the shoes. (Even if the color doesn’t match in the pictures.) The length is conservative enough to match the spike heels. It’s a formal enough dress to wear to my cousin’s wedding this August. And the dress is incredibly unique regarding the fancy sewing & pattern & stitching & whatnot. It’s extremely well made. You can tell that the sewing and seams are well done, and that the dress in a whole is very well made.

I have 2 concerns:

1. The dress is in the upper part of my budget. Its the sort of dress that I could wear to multiple formal occasions, and it’s extremely well made, but I’m not sure if one dress is worth the cost.
2. Does it match the shoes? (Please bear in mind that I have a funky sort of taste, and can totally “work” and outfit. )

Any feedback?