Celine, you do me right.

Yes, I am leaving for Las Vegas tomorrow to see the most glorious Canadian that ever stepped on American soil.

I have been growing up listening to this woman.

She was by my side through the birthday parties, sleepovers, road trips, and break ups.

Heaven knows I'm an excited, bounding lamb before she gets sheared. 

The movie above is for you literal listening pleasures.

My Dad is like, really great....

This last picture is the CONSUMMATE picture of my dad.

On a Sunday afternoon after dinner you will ALWAYS find him here takin a nap. . . even if the grandkids are kicking and screaming everywhere.

I have such a great Daddy.  He is one of my biggest fans and always will be I think.

He has such a gentle and giving heart, and wants the absolute best for his family.

There is no other dad in the world that is funnier, wittier, frugal"er" (wink), handsomer, hard-working, or dedicated as he is.

I wouldn't want to have any other daddy.

Love you lots on this special weekend Fa-Ja!

Fathers Day Card

I've always been a fan of ecards.  There's just something about going on Pinterest, and pinning them to your wall that makes you feel like YOU, yourself are funny.

They bring people together.

And yes, my dad has liked a select few of the guys I have brought home.

If they don't play golf. . . . it's a no.

What the SAM HILL!

I have always loved the messenger bag.  The first one I got was in Jerusalem.  I saw them all over the city and desperately went looking for the perfect one.  I finally found a shop that made them, and I got to see my perfect little baby of a messenger bag be made and sewn right in front of me.

We've had a good life together.

Father's day is coming up soon, and if you have as stylish of a dad as I do (wink wink), then this would be a great gift for him.

He can put his dirty socks from the gym in there.

He can put his laptop in there that has all his top secret information about being a spy--Jason Bourne style.

He can load it with protein bars. . . if he's into that kinda thing.

Or if your Dad was like my Dad, he'd probably see it and say, "what the sam hill am I going to do with a purse?"

One time, I got my dad a snuggie for christmas and he never used it.  I used it.  

That's how the messenger bag sitch would be.  I'd get it for him and I'd use it. 

Whatever though.  Messenger bags are androgynous.  That's why they're so great.  And that's why Father's day is so great, because it's really about getting your dad a gift that you can use.

Oh dad I bought you this Bvglari necklace because I thought you'd really like it!

Toolshed Tuesday: Bromance

Top: Anthropologie, Skirt: Anthropologie, Shoes: J.Crew, Purse: Tulu via Marshalls, Earrings: Eastern Market in D.C. 

Bromance.  The word denotes boredom in my mind already.

What does that even mean?

No I do not want to see a dude lather another dude in 75 SPF at the beach.  Because bromancers protect their delicate, but mole inflicted skin you see.  

It's like, I want a turn at the lathering, too. . . . it seems like it would be fun.  HAHA

I do not want to see two dudes drinking diet coke together in a 12 person jacuzzi.  A) diet coke is for the aspartame, zero calorie addicted female who drinks it with fried fish tacos and a GIANT, mounted with goodness fro-yo.  Uh......me.  B) If I say anything else....it will soon become inappropriate.  And my mom reads my blog.

Dudes.  You don't need a male boo.

In the words of Millie Dillmount, "Forget about the boy."

If you need any further explanation, watch the video bromance on youtube.  It's real funny, but sometimes us girls need a little lovin' too.

Balloon Pants

 I was having a grand old time with this more than wet boy.  He came up to me and screamed, "I'm SOOOOO wet!"  and I was like, "Ya you are! . . .  Who are you????"

Blouse: Anthro, Palazzo Pants: Target, Shoes: Target, Necklace: Chicos, Lace Vest: Anthro

Apparently fashion has told me that balloon pants AKA Palazzo pants or Wide Legs or in style.

Naturally, being a pawn on the fashion chess board, I bought some at the Target.

What do we think of them?  Are you a hater or a lover?

I feel like because they are so wide, I look wide.

Be honest with Pinker now . . . 

aaaaaaaand waaaaaalked....

Top: Urban Outfitters, Shorts: Thrifted, Shoes: Target, Bracelet: Decades vintage store

Now I understand how the pioneers felt when they trekked across the United States.

Today I went to Trader Joes and was overwhelmed by specialty food bliss in brightly colored boxes and packages.

The only problem was that I had to trek it on the bus, to transfer to another bus, then on the metro 10 stops, then a 20 minute walk home whilst carrying 50 lbs filled with fage yogurt and rosemary "crusts."

So good though.  I'll trade you my Joes anytime Trader Joes. . . 

A Bird Sharted On Me...

Skirt: Old Navy, Shirt: Anthropologie, Belt: Target, Shoes: Ross, Lips: Viva Glam by MAC, Bracelet: Chicos

These pictures aren't the best for showing the clothy clothes, but it is what it is.

All I have to say today is that my bus stop has some kind of weird sense of humor.  Or God has a sense of humor.  Or both.

This morning, I'm waiting for the bus and PLOP! - - - - which everyone knows is the fourth onomatopoeia in the branded cereal of Kellogg's Rice Krispies.  Uh...what?

Okay so PLOP. . .

I feel something drop onto my head.

But remember how it was sunny outside?  SO obvi it wasn't rain.

Right.  I looked above me and saw one of those annoying pigeons.  Bird beak decided to dump it's freaking Rice Krispy TURD on my head.

A bird sharted on me.

Doesn't that only happen to like, Josie Grossie in Never Been Kissed?  

I'M NOT JOSIE GROSSIE ANYMORE!!!!!!

I had bird shart on my head this morning, and then the bus came, and then I went to work and sat at a desk. with bird shiz in the hair. . . okay I took it out, but sometimes I like to over exaggerate stuff. . . like my momma taught me.

DC.  You Rock.

Poor Homeless Man. . . kinda

Top: J.Crew, Skirt: Thrifted, Belt: Target, Necklace: Charming Charlies, Shoes: Ross

I'm getting my camera fixed today so the inst-y pictures will be down to a minimum after today.

yay yay yay.

This morning, I was walking to the bus in a mad rush.  (duh.  sleep over getting ready time is a no brainer for me.)

As I approached the bus stop, I saw 3 police cars near by and I thought, "Oh crud. They've found me at my bus stop because of that one ticket that I maybe didn't pay...but I swear I did."

No joke, I thought that.

Turns out there was this nice-ish homeless man who had spent the night at my bus stop.  Ha ha ha ha...

He had made camp with all his ish, and was wearing nothing but a pair of superman underwear.

Whose superman is he?  K just kidding. 

Surrounded by 4 police officers with their massive bad-a belts, he was forced to get up and leave for the sake of all our over enlarged and shocked faces.  

Citizens of Montgomery County, there's nothing see here but a toothless man swaggering around in his  drawers. 

In fact, he kinda looked like this guy.  Wow. What?  That was rude.  He really looked like this guy.

Maybe if he was a hotty with a naughty body I wouldn't have been laughing so hard.

George Washington was a cool dude...

My hair wants a divorce with this weather.

Pants: J.Crew, Shirt: Chicos, Necklace: Anthro, Shoes: Target, Purse: Target

 This past weekend, my friend Sally came down to D.C. from Connecticut to visit.  

She came at the perfect time because I really needed a friend this weekend.

We went to Mt. Vernon, and oh my freak it was so beautiful

We spent like, 4 hours there and read about the George Washington.

Little known fact:  G.W. went through SEVERAL pairs of dentures throughout his life and when he was sworn in as president, he had only one tooth.

Seriously though, he was an AMAZING man.  So amazing, that I now plan on naming my first dog George.

Because out here, people have dogs.  Not children.

Someday this will be me...

In D.C. it rains A LOT.  It rains so much here that I got a cold from it.

There something about being next to a hot man in a Newsies outfit in the rain that makes getting a cold all worth it.

But when you are walking in the rain by ya-self drenching wet from bus to bus with no newsie capped man by your side, you kinda just wanna junk punch the next parking meter you see on the road.

I see pictures like this on Pinterest, and I think there is hope in this world for me to have a moment like this.

Isn't it like, such an incredibly hot picture?

Please holler if you have ever done anything like this picture is representing.