Dumps Like a Truck

So I recently gained like 8 pounds.  Well maybe "recently" isn't entirely accurate, since Christmas let's say.  

Now I am usually ridiculously hard on myself about my weight, but this time I kind of just let it slide.  I haven't wasted much time worrying about it or starting in on this vicious cycle of self-loathing that sometimes I tend to do.  I've kind of just accepted that my bum and thighs have filled out a little bit, and at 24, that's probably completely normal.  Besides, I weigh the least when I'm unhappy, so I can't really complain too much... :o)

But now that it's getting hotter and my outfits will need to get correspondingly smaller, I'm starting to get a little bit insecure.

I mean I put on these shorts and wondered, "should I actually go out in public in these?"  

But it is such a long walk from where I park to the lab, that unless I am fine with being a sweat-soaked mass of fussiness by the time I get there, Imma need to show some skin.

My main reason for photographing this outfit today, although I'm pressed for time, is just to try and see if it is offensive for my newly thicker bottom half to be showcased thusly... 

Meh, I'm sure it's fine.  I'm also sure that no one give a shit what I look like from the waist down.

Like a wise woman I once knew said, "I can't see behind me and see how fat my ass looks, so why should I waste time worrying about it?"

Shirt: Thrifted Ecote

Cami: Express circa 2002

Shorts: Urban Outfitters (Nom de Plume)

Belt: Thrifted

Sun Glasses: Forever 21

Sandals: Coach

So I am still ridiculously burned on my back, a little tiny bit on my chest and all over my bum, so bras, form-fitting shirts and rigid denim were completely out of the question.  

I have to say that this outfit is soft and comfy and probably the most perfect post-sunburn outfit I've ever concocted!

Sorry if I seemed whiny about the whole weight thing...

Twas not my intention, I just wanted to mention it since it was on my mind, anyway, have great Wednesdays anyone who sees this!

if sexually explicit sand structures offend you, please read no further

Hooray no Apocalypses! 

So Mexico was freaking awesome... I'm so glad I went!  I also didn't spend the whole time worrying, in fact, as soon as we got to the house, I was totally over my terror of Mexico.

The weather was perfect; breezy and in the low 80s.  Me and Bahb spent both days just lying on the beach drinking Corona and playing in the ocean.

The beach.  

I am a masterful picture taker.  I actually didn't take that many pictures, maybe like 10 total, because sand and water and portable electronics do not mix effectively.

All of the houses were so random, and the vast disparity from one to the next made it a really cute and eclectic little beach.

I'm running off to play in the ocean.  I wish I had a close up of me in my swim suit... it's adorable.

So it kind of hurts to look at these pictures, because holy shit, the sun did a number on me.  I got burned all over.  I know it's my own damn fault, I was too busy playing with clams and crabs and burying Bahb and being buried and frolicking in the low tide and drinking Coronas to remember to put on sunscreen.  

I am pretty much purple right now.  Even my little bum is burned! Oh no!

Here's me and Bahb, we're ludicrously good looking... duuuuuh...

I know what you're thinking, and why yes, Bahb's sunglasses are Prada.  What a dapper fellow!  He also knows what a "tiered mini" is thanks to a shopping trip to the Juicy Couture outlet that he found particularly boring.

So anyway, in life we are given so few moments of perfect clarity, I mean, after all, it isn't it the human condition that we eternally thirst for insight into the where and whyfore of our existence?  But when I climbed the stairs to the roof of the beach house and looked down and saw this...

In that moment, I knew.  That's my fucking dude.  

To completely forsake the toilets located mere feet away and walk outside to spell "Bahb" in the sand?  That's basically the most poignant example of what makes a "Bob" a "Bahb."

This doesn't hurt either...

Here he is just diggin' a hole to put me in.

Then we proceeded to make anatomically exaggerative sand bodies for each other.

Well, at least my sand body was anatomically exaggerative... HEY-O!  COUNT IT!

It's really hard to tell where the classy ends and we begin.  

Anyway, I hope I didn't offend anyone who might have stumbled across this, however, I did tell you in the title what you could expect!

Have great days anyone who reads this, and I will be back with more outfit posts just as soon as I can start wearing things that aren't my C&C french terry drawstring pants and a threadbare shirt that says "Polish TShirt" upside down.  Wah, muh skin hurts!  

That's great, it starts with an earthquake...

These pictures basically suck, but it's night time right now, so it's not really my fault.  

So apparently the world is going to end tomorrow.  Well technically, it's scheduled for May 21st at 6 p.m., which means that the world will actually start the process of ending tomorrow when the first time zone hits the 6 p.m. mark.

Now, don't get me wrong, my personal beliefs are very much against any of this being even remotely true, however, the power of suggestion, and the crazy things it makes people do, leads me to be disproportionately uneasy as the time approaches.

So I was pretty excited about my day tomorrow. I have a long day ahead of me, which is why I posted this  the night before, but I was hoping for it to be a productive one.  You know, get to work by 5 a.m. work until noon, then head to the lab and work until 5 or 6 p.m., but now that I realize the potential implications of tomorrow, it, oddly enough, makes me not want to spend 12 straight hours working.

With that in mind I chose my outfit for the day.  What better to wear on what could conceivably be my very last day within this realm of existence than these bitchin' Rock n' Roll Mickey suspenders?

Pfffft, just try and apocalypse those babies.  

Also, please note the leather jacket perfection.  I scoured high and low for a close-fitting cropped leather jacket, and finally, one day late in April of 2009, I stumbled across this... this... masterpiece at Express.  

I wear this jacket with everything in the winter.  It's funny it has never been on this blog before, but it just hasn't been cold enough.  On that note, it is May 20th, in Phoenix, AZ, mind you, and I need to wear a leather jacket because it is only 50 degrees outside right now.  Maybe there is some validity to this end of times thing?  

Skirt: American Apparel

Shirt: American Apparel

Suspenders: the Goodwill by my house

Leather Jacket: Express

Shoes: Chucks

Glasses: Ray Bans

Let's have a round of applause for muh Chucks.  These sonsabitches have been a staple in my closet for as long as I can remember.  I originally bought them expecting to buy a new pair every year, but before long I realized that I could never own another pair of black Chucks.  I mean the sole has been glued on, the plastic heel pokes out and the word "box" has been written on them in every color of ink imaginable, but that's just all part of their charm. 

I feel fraudulent... I realized just how short and not work appropriate this skirt is, so I put something else on this morning...

Don't worry, the Mickey suspenders still got did.

Shirt: H&M

Jeans: BDG

Hat: Buffalo Exchange

Suspenders: the Goodwill by my house

Shoes: Chucks

Sun Glasses: Ray Bans

So in summation, this weekend would be the best weekend ever if, and realistically only if, there is no apocalypse and chaos and Bahb and I don't get killed by the Mexican drug cartel.

I hope... very very very much so in fact... that I will be here to blog on Monday!

And now... because why the fuck not?

Have great weekends/apocalypses anyone who sees this!

Impromptu Puppy Party

So remember that time I was worried about going to Mexico, but then couldn't go because I had finals coming up?  Well this weekend is finally the rescheduled Mexico weekend.  

I'm equal parts excited and scared shitless.

Anyway, the kids are going out of town this weekend too.  They are going on their first trip to the ocean, and I am kind of sad I'm not going to be there to see them get confused by the tide and bite at the sea foam and dig holes in the sand to try and figure out what's beneath it... so many curious bean activities!

I stopped by after work to drop off their leashes and when I turned around they snuck out the front door (which I could have sworn I shut all the way) and by the time I caught up with them they were sitting patiently by my truck.

I couldn't just leave them!

So despite having things I need to do in the lab, I took them with me to my house to have a quick nap.

But first I took pictures, and they just did not want to be photographed!  There was construction next door so every time something would drop or a buzz saw went off they would dart off to investigate.  I would have both of them sitting politely and then *CRASH* and my little protectors would go see what was going on.  Eventually Tonk tuckered himself out and laid down so I could at least get one of him.

Dress: Butterfly Dropout

Bolo: the Goodwill by my house

Socks: Target

Boots: Jeffrey Campbell
Sun Glasses: Ray Bans

Look at that buddy!  He loves his mama!

Anyway, Gertie is whining up a storm right now... someone wants some lunch meat... so I need to be short today and go try and defuss her without giving her all my damn sliced turkey.

Have wonderful days anyone who sees this!

Love Story 2: This Time It's Personal

This is the sequel to the first Love Story post.

So yeah, that movie is such a downer, but oh my goodness, that woman knew how to dress.  She looked flawless in everything and I can't help but lust after tartan, ribbed turtlenecks and anything wool in the weeks that follow.

I am excessively influenced by movies and tv shows I see, apparently.  It seems like every post I'm blathering away about the inspiration I got from some form of media.  However, it's important to point out that the shows or movies that influence me are usually older.  I don't watch The Office and want to dress like Pam in sensible shoes or Phyllis with her sweater sets.

So it is super overcast and spooky and chilly and wonderful out right now and I was hoping to take pictures out front to capture some of that this morning.  I went outside and started setting stuff up, like moving my trash cans and putting my camera on the tripod, nothing out of the ordinary, when I looked to my left and noticed a guy on the sidewalk across the street just standing there facing me.  He didn't move or seem to care that I noticed him staring.  He just stood there facing me.  I decided I would wait for him to continue on and went about picking some of the dead leaves off my potted plants out there.  After what felt like an eternity, or at least two solid minutes, he still hadn't moved so I grabbed my stuff and went inside.

So backyard photos it is.  I can handle casual inquisitive glances from passerbys but that guy was just standing there.  I can't deal with something like that, that was just strange and awkward.

Tank Top: Lucky Brand

Button Up: H&M

Skirt: Urban Outfitters (Urban Renewal)

Shoes: Lucky Brand

Sun Glasses: Ray Bans

It's time for a stupid new feature I want to add ever so often... Words I Hate Wednesday!

Today's word I hate is "panties."  I don't know why it bothers me, but it does.  It makes my skin crawl and sends shivers up my spine.  More often than not, upon hearing the word spoken, I emit a perfunctory "blech!"

I worked at Victoria's Secret for a while back in undergrad, and I would always refer to the... the... you know the word... as undies and the manager would scream through the headset at me "PAAAAANTIES! Never... NEVER... let me hear you calling them "undies" AGAIN!  AM I CLEAR?!"

Eeesh.

Also, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you and a THANK YOU for all of the wonderful 'squito bite advice.  There were so many great tips that I am actually excited about getting a new bite so I can try them out... ok, maybe excited is an overstatement, but still!  I have to go to the store today to get a few recommended products, also.  I took a whole bunch of Benadryl before bed last night and this morning I woke up to find the biggest, meanest, angriest one had significantly shrunk!  That never happens, a mosquito bite is a month long endeavor for me usually!

Hooray!  Have great days anyone who sees this!