Archives for October 2009

why I love having sisters:

This is just one of the reasons I love sisters….
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Summer: Ahhhh….the boys are gone. Chloe’s asleep. I get to paint my nails and watch chick flicks. Just like the good ol’ days. Now if only I could sleep in my life would be complete!
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Heather: No qtips tonight please…..
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Heather: ….or tweezers…..
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Heather: …or scissors…..
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Summer: I have a story about scissors or tweezers I don’t know about???
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Heather: No…just after the eardrum incident last weekend…you just never know!!
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Summer: I got enough attention from that to last me AT LEAST another week. How’s Eric doing on that ticket for you to visit?!?
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Heather: Hmm… No word on tickets…
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Summer: I cannnnnn’t liiiiiiiive…..if living is without you…..
Must. Have. My. Sisters!!!!
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Heather: Call you tomorrow….got another good story for ya…
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Summer: oooooh fun! Jimmy and Tay are going to the air show, so I’ll be trying not to shop.
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Heather: Are you ok??
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Summer: Actually no…no I’m not. What was that comment about, trying not to shop?!? Who am I kidding?
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Summer: shopping is better than buying a house any day!
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Heather: The comment was about your little song outburst
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Summer: oh that….that was just my tourettes. When I get filled with emotion, I bust out in song.
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Ugh, I just love them….and they love me.
Sisters are awesome…and I’m pretty sure they need to move down here.
If they do, I promise to be at their house every single day. We can shop together, eat together, work out together, parent together, redecorate together, watch tv together….it will be like old times.
Good times.
© 2009 “Le Musings of Moi”
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vegas

So, I made an impromptu trip to Vegas this last weekend for a Girls Weekend. It was actually Sitscation (a conference) but since I didn’t plan ahead and register, I simply went to hang with my girls.
I had SUCH a good time, and seriously loved every single second of bonding with my girls. Totally worth the 5 hour drive there and the 5 hour drive home the next day.
Here’s the night (and one of the next day) in pictures:
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{My roomies Sera & Rachel (and me in the mirror) getting ready for our big night out! Met Sera for the first time, but we bonded immediately! Totally a life long friend. Love that girl.}
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{Moi, getting my pose on. I could have gone all night. Seriously. No, really. I’m serious.}
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{The three amigas: Rachel, Sera & Moi…walking the red carpet. The paps were everywhere!}
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{My old neighbor in SoCal and roomie in Vegas, Rachel and Moi}
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{All my homies: Rachel, Sera, Kathy, Jen, Moi….getting down at da par-tay.}
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{Sweet, sweet Alicia and Moi, together at last.}
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{together again, BSF’s Kat & Moi}
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{Ending the night with the paparazzi at Tao: my sweet friend Eymie and Moi.}
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{Seriously though, I think Heather and I were sisters separated at birth. Yet another Heather I need to move to SoCal.}
After this picture, I bid farewell to Vegas and drove home.
And I slept very very well in my own bed that night.
And I lived happily ever after.
The end.
© 2009 “Le Musings of Moi”
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please give me ideas

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Shirt: Forever 21
Tank: old
Jeans: Styles for Less
Boots: Charlotte Russe
Ring: Charlotte Russe
Necklace: Plato’s Closet Resale Store
Bracelet: Twisted Silver, courtesy of SITScation.
Sunnies: vintage
I must say, I didn’t think I was a fan of skinny jeans, and while I think they certainly need to follow some rules, I am starting to kinda be okay with them. First of all, tops should be a bit longer, also I’m thinking boots are an important addition, or at least some fabulous heels.
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OMW, Vegas was fun…but you know, I have the old lady hangover. And it’s not from drinking…it’s from lack of sleep.
I’m still recouping, so more on the fabulousness later…also, I’m waiting on pictures from Rachel. *hint hint, Rachel!* I can say, that I left Vegas with some serious love for my girls. You, you, you, you, you, annnnnd, oh ya….you. Ya, you all know who you are. Muah. It was hard to leave them all early, but I had this to get back to:
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{Chloe after her first chocolate birthday cake}
In the meantime, I’m going to start doing Fashion Posts on Mondays…..what should I call it? Ideas?
Oh ya, I got my new Mac. So, I finally can get back to reading blogs and posting on Facebook. Life has been hard. Really hard.
Vegas helped.
© 2009 “Le Musings of Moi”
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wide open spaces

To catch up, read Part 1…and Part 2:
I gave my notice on my apartment and my job, and moved in with a friend for a month to save some money.
I continued to live my lifestyle, but I knew that once I got to California things were going to change. I would get personal with God again, I would give up partying, I would make friends who had depth and quality. Friends I actually chose to be friends with, friends I hoped would become like family.
And then I got a phone call from my step dad a week before we were to all move. He asked me if I was sitting. Then he told me the job fell through. They weren’t going after all. They were staying in B town.
My heart sank.
Yet, the words I had written that emotional night still clung to my soul. I was getting out. I was leaving all my hurt, pain, and bad choices behind me.
I knew one guy in California. He had been a waiter and an aquaintance at the local Red Robin, and I remember him mentioning he was going to California to manage a restaurant there. So, I took a chance and called his restaurant and explained my situation. I asked if he was hiring and if he happened to know anyone who needed a roommate. He told me to come on down, he would help me set it all up, and I could crash on his couch for a month until I got settled.
He was the only one I knew there, but that was enough for me.
And so, a week later….with my Honda Accord packed to the roof, I said yet another goodbye to my family. And this time I knew I wouldn’t be going back.
I was going to start over. I was leaving all the bad choices and memories, the hurt and the pain….
I would miss my family…but I needed my smile. I needed my laugh. I needed happiness. And it had been years since I seen any of it in B town.
I put on the Dixie Chicks, Wide Open Spaces, and sang my theme song all the way to California.
My dreams were coming true.
© 2009 “Le Musings of Moi”
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who am I?

To catch up, read Part 1.
Not a month after graduation, I packed up my car and said a tearful goodbye to my family. While sad to be leaving them, I knew that this was exactly what I needed.
I rolled down the windows and blasted my music, and sang the entire drive to my new home.
Boise, as I mentioned….and as you might know, certainly isn’t California. In fact, it reminded me a lot of B town. Small and secluded. And nothing nothing nothing beyond it’s borders.
While I was feeling suffocated by yet another small town, my boyfriend must have been suffocating from having a girlfriend in the same town. Because not a week after I settled in, he settled up with another girl.
And so, we broke up.
Broken hearted and broke, I had to dig in my heels and save up another three months before I could move back home. Did I mention I was living with his sister?!? Ya, so that was fun.
I don’t know what hurt me more. Being cheated on, being alone in Boise, or knowing I had to go back to B town. A place I thought I had left for good.
But, go home I did. And when I got there, I gave up on everything and I began to make some bad choices. I’d partied a bit in high school, but now I took it to a new level. I made bad choices with friends, with boys, with life.
I was empty inside. I cried almost every night as I went home to my tiny apartment. I’d stare in the mirror and wonder who I had become.
After a year and half of this…I found myself at a party like all the rest. The night was a mess, drama ensued and I once again found myself at home wondering what had become of my life. Who were these people I was calling my friends? Who were these guys I was giving myself and my heart to?
So, in order to figure things out, I did the only thing that worked best for me. I sat down and wrote. I wrote for what seemed like hours. My fears, my regrets, my pain…my dreams, my hopes, and all my possibilities spilled from my pen into my journal. With every word written, came a million more tears. But, when it was all out, finally….so were my tears.
I felt resolve.
The next day my mom called. They had news that they would be moving to California. She’d been offered a job there and in just one month they would be packing up and leaving. I begged them to take me with them. To just let me live with them for one month, and I promised I would find a job and a place to live and be on my own. They agreed.
Elated…I began to make plans.
This time I was really going to leave. And this time, I would not be back….
{To be continued…}
© 2009 “Le Musings of Moi”
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fashion friday

In honor of my sweet Chloe Hope’s first birthday, today’s Fashion Friday is all about rocking the toddler fashion. And my peeps, this girl loves fashion. Daily she disappears into my closet to hold my shoes, touch my tops, and pull on my belts. She is a girl after my own heart, so I think it’s high time we learn a thing or two from her.
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{Pink tunic, striped leg warmers, patent leather mary janes: Chic Chick}
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{Pink sunnies with a yellow tank: Never be afraid of color!}
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{A rocker tee, pink skirt, leg warmers, mary janes, etsy flower headband: Pair a rocker tee with a soft skirt and flower headband for a girlee look.}
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{DAY LOOK: Surfer tee, bubble skirt, polka dot thigh highs. Mix and match, dressy & casual, always adorable, also thigh highs? Totally in.}
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{NIGHT LOOK: Striped cardigan, bubble skirt, polka dot thigh highs: Never be afraid to mix patterns, just keep them in the same color family. Always add a cardigan for a great evening look.}
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{The first day of your life}
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{Last day before you turn one.}
My sweet daughter, you are my smile, my laughter, my hope and my joy. You came into my life, and changed me for the better.
Not only do you have my heart, but you are my heart.
I hope you always know how much you are loved and adored.
Happy birthday little mama.
© 2009 “Le Musings of Moi”
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she’s a small town girl but she’s dreaming of a bigger world…

I had fond memories of B town as a child. I loved my home, my neighbors, my life. Yet, when my parents marriage fell apart, I think so did my feelings about the small town I was living in.
Suddenly I didn’t feel at home there. It just didn’t seem to fit me. And I began dreaming of a way out at the young age of 12.
My best friend and I had a plan. The moment we graduated, we would pack our cars and move to California. Away from the rain and into the sun. It was our life line plan. In all our ups and downs over the coming years, it was this dream we held onto.
Junior High and High School weren’t really my thing. I didn’t understand or care for the cliques, and then when a high school senior raped me and took my virginity at the age of 15, the rumors, gossip and chit chat that followed hurt my soul more than I could ever explain.
But, I never felt safe enough to let on that I felt so out of place. That I felt so lost. So, I went to the parties. I went to the dances.
I played along.
But, to be honest, most (not all) of the people who I knew and interacted with were careless both in life and with others hearts and feelings, and I hated that they were my only options as friends in that tiny town.
Yet I made nice, I painted on a smile, but inside I was counting down the days till I could escape.
From the memories. The pain. The small town gossip.
My senior year finally came and with it much anticipation that I was almost out of there. I only attended school for a few hours in the morning, and was granted work study for the rest of the day. This meant that I worked full time for school credit, and I was so relieved. It was working with my sister at her company that made my last year just that much better.
The day I gave the graduation speech before my entire class, I looked around and knew I might never see most of those faces again. I felt regret and sadness that my high school years were full of so much pain, yet I felt incredibly ready to move away from those who had caused it.
Thankfully, I had a boyfriend who lived in Boise, Idaho. We’d been long distance for over a year, and we’d agreed that I would move out there to live with his sister and her husband after graduation. While it wasn’t California, it was away from the place I had grown to despise. And since my best friend was nearly engaged herself, our combined dream of getting out was quickly fading away.
Boise it was….
{…to be continued…}

Part 2
Part 3

© 2009 “Le Musings of Moi”
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kind of like Twitter, but not.

I’m about to get all Twitter up in here yo. And it’s not even Twitter! I’m just crazy like that, G.*
Hold on, it’s about to get cray-zy…
I don’t think I have ever been so excited about fall weather and the clothing that it brings.
I can’t find the freaking remote and it’s driving me INSANE. I have spent more time searching for that dumb thing then it would take to just get up and switch the channel myself.
Teething can suck it. Seriously.
Sometimes I think guys have it so easy. Hunger. Sex. Scratch. Sex. Hunger. Sex. Sex. Hunger. Scratch….and repeat.
I know I’m blessed to be able to stay home with my beautiful wonderful children….but today, I wonder whose bright idea it was in the first place.
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{Oh ya, it was mine.}
{P.S. See those forehead lines? Uh huh, ya…we’re thinking bangs}
I miss my sisters. Like bad. I wish they could be closer nearby. And by nearby, I mean, they need to move here.
Chloe is walking. All the time. All over the place. And she’s into everything. And it was really cute. The first day.
I found a blog that I adored. A cute girl, long blonde hair, fashion blogger…just cut bangs (No, not me….) and I forgot to follow it and now I can’t find her. So not cool.
At first I thought it was PMS, and then I thought it was just a bad mood, but then I realized I was just in mourning over the end of Rachel Zoe as we know it.
Going to Vegas in two days. Wish it was today.
Nutella makes me happy. Especially when eaten with a banana. I mean, seriously….it’s Ba. Na. Na’s. Totally OOC.
Know what else is OOC? Writing out all my random thoughts on my blog and knowing that you loved me enough not only to get to the end of this, but also to comment right…..about…..now.
Do whatcha gotta do.
Peace.
*{I grew up on the west side, yo, I gets to talk like dis if I want. Shooo.}
© 2009 “Le Musings of Moi”
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the new face lift

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For the last year, okay, since I turned the big 3-0, I’ve noticed these annoying lines that seem to be lasting.
On my face. And they are so OOC. {out of control, per Rachel Zoe.}
To honest, I’m not so much loving it. Nuh uh. Especially these ones that have happily settled on my forehead.
Now I know a year ago, I was all, Yay I’m so excited to be in my 30’s…blah, blah, blah….
And I am, really I am.
It’s just that I’m not loving the lines. The wisdom, yes. {You have been noticing all the wisdom, right?} But, the lines, not so much.
So when I heard that bangs were the new face lift, I was all, um….yes please, thank you very much. Only, not in a rushing to the hairdresser kind of way. Because when it comes to my hair, I’m a little obsessed.
Instead, I have spent the last week scouring the internet looking at pictures, talking to friends, talking to Jimmy, showing Jimmy pictures…and now posting about it.
And I still have quite a few weeks before my next appointment.
I don’t know though, these pictures are just so stinkin cute. And since I can’t afford botox, and I certainly can’t afford a face lift, maybe I should bite the bullet and do the next best thing….
Yes, no, maybe so?
P.S. Bear with my site, as it’s under construction a bit. We’re messing with the sizing, settings, and all that jazz….
© 2009 “Le Musings of Moi”
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fashion makes monday happy

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Cardigans are all the rage this season, and I found this one at MTS (my thrift store) for just $3. I’m loving the long sleeves. I don’t know why, but that is something that always makes a long sleeved shirt just that much better.
Tunic/Dress: Vintage Saks. {MTS} Seen here with boots. Free!
Pants: Express. {MTS} $3
Shoes: Mia {Endless.com} $40
Necklace: Can’t remember for the life of me!
Sunnies: Steve Madden. {TJ Maxx} $10
Flower Clip: Catalina Island. $3
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Ugh, I was so sick all weekend. At first I was sure it was the swine flu and I began to ponder just how wrong it would that my fabulous life was about to end by something called Swine Flu. It just didn’t seem right.
And then Jimmy suggested I go with him to the mall to get my new computer, and even though I was on my death bed, I took one for the team and headed out. I didn’t even put mascara on. I was that sick.
And then something miraculous happened. At the Mac store, I began to feel better. So I went to Forever 21, and I felt even better! So, I took my chances and decided to test Charlotte Russe. And what do you know? I just about felt like a normal person again.
Two statement rings, one nail polish, and a pair of leggings later I began to believe that just maybe it wasn’t quite yet the end of my life.
And then we got back into the car, and as I put my seatbelt on, my skin started to hurt, my bones began to ache, and all I wanted, once again, was my warm and cozy bed.
Thankfully the kids were gone for the weekend, and as much as shopping can heal, apparently so does sleep. Because when I woke up at 9 the next morning, all symptoms of death were gone, and I felt normal once again.
Only….now that the kids are back….it’s weird. I ache once again. Hmmm…something’s weird about this.
Might that mean I should always put the kids in childcare and spend my days shopping?
I’ll get back to you on that.
Enjoy your Monday peeps!
© 2009 “Le Musings of Moi”
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