Once you go Pisces...

“I don't believe in astrology; I'm a Sagittarius and we're skeptical”  -Arthur C. Clarke

If I had to describe myself in one word it would be “Pisces”.  I fit the profile so completely, it baffles me.  I am the Pisces Poster Girl. 

NYC Update

My tentative moving date is November 13.  That is 65 days away.  That’s not that many days.

Reality set in a couple days ago and I had a little bit of a freak out/breakdown.  I started getting really worried and aware of the fact that I will be leaving everyone and everything I know.  It's so intimidating to think about creating new circles of people I love and can count on.  There is also the fact that I don't know anything, at all.  I don't know my directions, I don't know the subways, I don't know the location of banks, the DMV, doctors offices, hospitals, movie theaters. 
 

Return of the Ghetto Booty

So, Jessica and I used to have a joke about my ass and how huge it gets when I gain weight.  It starts slow, then one day it explodes in a serious way and the ghetto booty is back.

It would be helpful if my coworkers would stop bringing delicious calorie-coated pastries.  Try saying no to this, I dare you. 

I swear to you, today I am legitimately concerned that sitting down too fast will cause a huge ripping sound and exposure of my Granny Panties.  I can’t believe I just ate that donut; I am certainly putting this 4% spandex to the test.

Wall Candy

Thank you to Kaci for showing me this website.  I have seen wall decals on different sites, but these ones from Blik are pretty awesome.  These make me nervous for some people because I can see them being really excited and covering every wall.  Tastefully and artfully placed I think they can add just the right amount of interest and quirkiness to a room.

Bye Bye, Birdie

I knew I heard a thud on the side of the cabin when I was washing dishes.  I didn’t think anything of it but my Dad walked onto the porch ten minutes later and found this…