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Spring Can Really Hang You Up the Most

Skirt: Modcloth, Boots: Chinese Laundry, Socks & Scarf: Target, Shirt: So old I’m not sure.

Hang up all my jackets in the that is! Cuz I don’t need to wear them right now! Can I get a ‘What, What’?

No?

Never mind.

I love wearing blazer at work because you can throw them over pretty much anything thing and claim it is ‘buisness casual’. Spring & summer ruin that for me. As I was getting dressed this morning I was looking for that one specific black blazer you know what I mean, not the black one, or the other black one but the specific black blazer I am thinking of. I remembered I wore it last week and probably left it in the backseat of my car. So I finished getting dressed ran out to my car (sans jacket, sorry mom I’m pretty sure I’ll be ok). You guys there were enough missing blazers in the backseat of my cart to suit up an entire women’s basketball team. Like not just the people on the court, the bench warmers would be warm too.

Except I’m all of 5’2″ on a tall day. So maybe more like the American gymnast team. (How many women would that be?) Doesn’t matter they are all super short, I could send them to the Olympics in style this summer.

A New URL & a New Way to Focus my Camera

Dress: Thrifted, Shirt: NY&C, Shoes: Target (kids section)

Yesterday was just ‘one of those days’. I looked super cute, but got caught in a mini-monsoon before I could get any photos (these are from a few days ago), I moved my blog to a new URL & messed it up THREE times, I got a call from the Chase about some fraudulent charges on my credit card (even though it was still in my wallet) & had to cancel the card.

On the bright-side. I love the way it smells after a spring rain, I totally had an umbrella in the back seat of my car (score one for the messy chick) also it was nice & cool all evening so we got to sit with the back door open.  I no longer have to explain to people why my blog name doesn’t match the web address, also it is easier to say out loud. I did not lose any money from credit fraud.

Fun fact, in cases of credit card fraud in the US you are not liable for anything more than $50, or if the card is not present at the time of the transaction $0. I’ve seen some credit card companies advertise this like it is an important service they offer. It’s not, it’s a law.

I’ve been abusing my alpha dog status and using Ian-dog as a stand in to help me focus my camera on the right spot. He’s gotten much better at ‘sit & stay’ the past couple weeks. We’ve also been working on ‘Come with a happy voice’. When he runs off to say hello to a neighbor or a visitor, I automatically get my angry voice out and can’t help but scold him when he comes over to me.  So I’ve also been training myself to say ‘good boy’ when he comes over to me and make sure I give him some belly rubs.

That Song that Eveyone is Sick of

Everything important here is from a Thrift store, except Ian Dog and he is the most important.

Sometimes (read: Constantly) we talk to the animals, and occasionally (read: every.single.time) we make them talk back with funny voices.

Ian-dog is surprisingly good with puns, or maybe just bad with words but he’s a fan of making up his own lyrics for songs. He’s re-written the words to a very unpopular one.

You should know that these are the proper lyrics

Today, Today, gonna take a walk Today

Gonna sniff me some behinds

Because I’m part-Ian, Part-Ian! YEAH! Part-Ian Part-Ian Yeah!

Fun fun fun…. fun… fun…. fun… fun fun fun fun… uh…

Looking forward to some behinds

I was worried that his lyrics didn’t really rhyme, then I remembered the actual lyrics don’t rhyme. Hope you guys all  have a beautiful weekend. We don’t have any outings planned but I’m sure we’ll fill our days with something awesome.

Getting his sniffer ready.

Dear Google, Stop Pretending You do Not Know Where I Live

Dress: Dorothy Perkins, Tights & Shoes: Target, Awesome Jacket with a Hunting Lady on it: Thrifted

Dear Google Maps,

Please stop pretending you do not know where I live. Please stop asking if I mean ‘Louisville, South Carolina’. When I type in ’123 Southern Parkway’ please stop asking if I meant ‘Northern Parkway’. No I did not, you know I did not, because Google you know everything about me. I have searched for directions from my home to other places several hundred times through you. I have used you to get to louisville.craigslist.org. I have day dreamed over Louisville Real Estate through you.

I have never meant 123 Southern Pacific Rd, or 123 Southern Parkway, New York, New York. You regularly feed me carefully selected ads based on recent searches and the exact shoes that I looked at on Zappos six days ago.

But you cannot seem to remember the same address I have typed in every other day for the past three years.

Love,

Loren

P.S. Does Google Maps do this to anyone else? Is it for my own safety or something? It seems like they purposefully don’t remember my address.

P.P.S. I feel like this is pretty obvious, but I do not live at or anywhere near 123 Southern Parkway. In fact, I’m 99% sure it’s not a real address in Louisville. So don’t try to show up there & puppy nap.

My Insufferable Need to Be Right

 


Boots: Chinese Laundry (same), Jeans: Gap Always Skinny (same), Shirt: The Gap, Scarf & Cute little purse: Ten Thousand Villages, Velvet Blazer: Thrifted (similar)

Sometimes I get this weird nagging feeling a little one in the pit of my stomach that says ‘I’m right’. I’ll have a disagreement with a friend or family member but I have no proof that what I’m saying is correct, I just feel it.

A while ago, boyfriend and I were discussing the American Beauty because I hadn’t seen it since high school and couldn’t really remember what happened. Curly-haired-boy brought up a conversation from over the holidays, and claimed my sister said ‘the movie had to much gratuitous nudity’. I told Kent he was wrong, my sister didn’t say that becuase she’s never SEEN American Beauty. He insisted that at the Christmas celebration she’d expressed these opinions. I knew I was right, but I didn’t have the proof, or the energy to fight about something so silly.

Several weeks later my subconscious brought this feeling of fidelity back to the surface. I snatched my phone from my purse and innocently sent my sister a text message.

L:  Do you remember that movie American Beauty?

Sara:  I don’t think so, what happens in it?

L: There’s that famous scene with the naked blonde teenaged girl covered only by rose petals.

L: In the end (spoiler alert) Kevin Spacey gets shot in the head.

*Pause while Sara IMDB’s Kevin Spacey to remember who he is*

S: Yeah… I’ve never seen that movie.

Please fast forward to NOW, when I have the irresistible urge to point out that I was right. About a thing that happened months ago, that we didn’t really argue about weeks ago.

So, that’s is one point for me!  And 12 million points for Kent who still knows which actor I really mean when I refer to Will Ferrel as ‘Anchorman‘. Every.Single.Time.