Stick insects.

I love Bridget Jones.  I love her disdain for the "stick insects".

We have all seen them.  These perfectly tall, perfectly thin girls.  You wonder how they won the genetics lottery.  Somehow, they are all rich too.  Bitches.

Anyway, I bring this subject up because I've been reading a few fashion blogs lately.  Yes, I know that's where I first went wrong, but I have good reason!  One of my goals for 2011 was to dress a bit more put together.  I wanted to invest in nice pieces, but find a way to stay current and keep my personal style, just updated.  

In my quest for inspiration, I found this great little blog, Cheetah is the New Black, and have been reading it.  Even though she seems to have it all (read post below) for some reason I find her cute and charming.  I feel like her style is close to mine and I can relate to her.  She lives in San Francisco, I like San Francisco!  She's a good match.  I even don't mind that she takes a photo of herself every day.  It's informative.  She posts what she's wearing so I can check it out, very nice thing to do.  I like it.  I like her.  But today I made a fatal mistake.  

I am hanging out in the office so I can "spend time" with Mr. Mc while he plays his video games.  Get your minds out of the gutter people.  It is this or sitting in the bedroom while he is in here.  I figure if we're in the same room at least it's like we are spending time together...

Ugh, tangent.  Where was I...Oh yeah, fatal mistake.  I decided since her blog is so nifty there might be others out there too!  I clicked the links on the side of her page.  I don't know if I'll ever be the same again.  It's blog after blog of some perfect looking girl who is no older than 25, I swear, with a PERFECT EFFING LIFE!!!  It's my worst nightmare come true!  All these girls look like freaking models.  They are also the most narcissistic group of people I have ever seen.  For real.  I mean, how many Chanel purses can one 19-year-old have...I hate them.  

Ok, so maybe there is a bit of the green monster in there but come on people!  I don't need to see 10 pictures of your outfit for the day.  I don't.  I wish I could unsee it.  It ruined my day.

Now I feel like Bridget Jones.  Annoyed by the perfect stick insects.  

On the upside, because I am the pollyanna of the group, I feel the need for the normal girl side of fashion.  I don't know, maybe I'll start forcing one of my friends to take a photo of me everyday and post it here.  But then again, maybe not.  I don't think you all need to see that.

Ode to my penguin.

Photo via www.pier1.com.  

I named mine Bob.  I do realize the ridiculousness of naming him Bob, since Mr. Mc's name is Bob.  However, I named everything before I met him Bob and really, why should I have to change?

Bob is my penguin.  He's always there for me.  He's always waiting and ready to make me a tasty cocktail to enjoy during "cocktail hour"...I heart him.

Dear sale gods,

Tory Burch Audra Hobo in Poppy Red.  Swoon.

I would love you forever if you put this on sale.  

At least 50% off would be AMAZING.  

Sincerely, 

Mrs. Mc

Cocktail hour.

When did Tom Cruise go crazy?  Remember when he made good movies and we actually wanted to see them?  Now his crazy overshadows his acting.  Damn shame if you ask me.

So we have started a little trend in my house from 7 PM - 8 PM every night that I am lovingly now referring to as Cocktail Hour.  I don't really know exactly what prompted Cocktail Hour, but probably a real shit day at work that drove me to drinking.  I thought it would be a one night deal, but I find myself wanting to channel my inner bartender every night and mix Mr. Mc and I up a few drinks.  I usually start with a shot, because hey, why not?  Haha, why not.  I always get a kick out of that.  Those of you who know me know exactly why.  I'll dive into that one later...

Anyway, I have come to enjoy and look forward to our cocktail hour.  What started with a few kinds of booze we thought we would mix together in the hopes of discovering a new tasty concoction has become a weekly trip to the ABC to pick up some new ingredient I need to mix up the next fun drink I found online.  Tonight I made a version of a Pina Colada.  I have to say, it's pretty good.  

What's my point here, I don't necessarily know if I have one.  I just seem to be enjoying an evening drink lately and thought I would share.  I hope this maybe inspires you to mix up a fun drink and enjoy.  I know I am right now.

My date with Tory Burch...

Yes, those are my feet.  Yes, I do realized I have french fry toes.

...went very well.  I had a good feeling about our date.  I've always really liked Tory but I didn't know if Tory would like me.  Turns out we are a good match.  I heart my new shoes...

Comfy clothes.

Image via http://kristinasjollyhockeysticks.blogspot.com

Is it weird that the highlight of my day today was coming home and putting on my flowery pajama pants and taking my bra off?

How I spent my Sunday...

Image via www.rvforsaleguide.com

And no, I don't know this guy but he is pretty accurately expressing my exact sentiments...

For some reason I decided that I was going to get up and check out the blogs I haven't looked at in months.  I spent my morning looking at all the design pics, the fun hipster things everyone is doing, the farmer's market trip they just got back from or that awesome piece of furniture they just finished reworking.  Not to mention, the super great cake they made for their kids birthday or the perfectly themed out room they posted a fabulously edited photo of taken by their ridiculously expensive camera.  For some reason, I thought this would be a good thing to do.

What I always seem to forget is how I feel after looking at them.  Annoyed, deflated, incompetent, jealous bordering on angry...I wonder how these people find the mother-fing time to do all this shit?  Part of me looks at these posts thinking, "I could do that" or "Why don't I make a custom, crafty Halloween sign?" but then reality hits me as I leave job #2 I have been at for the past 10 hours and all thoughts of crafting grandeur get thrown out the window.  Seriously.  All I want to do on my 1 day off this week is lay around and go get a pedicure.  My house is disheveled, there is laundry to be done, about 5 bottles of booze sitting on the counter not put away from last night (yes, drinking does help) and a full sink of dishes to be done.  Oh yeah, and the cat peed on the bathroom rug too.  

I guess what I'm trying to say is that in my attempt to find some blogging inspiration, I guess I did.  Just not quite in the way I thought I would.  I have a feeling this new blog is going to be a lot of venting, cursing, and botched to-do lists.  A lot of drinking, messiness, OCD tendencies and basically saying whatever the eff is on my mind.  

So happy Sunday everyone!  I'm going to eat my delivered pizza because we have no food in the fridge and then go pay someone else to polish my toes...life is good.

Tubaroo.

This is Tubaroo.  Also known as, Merlot, Tubs, Merlittle, and most recently Butt-Belly.  Great photos of her have eluded me for years.  Every time I try to take a picture of her I get crazy alien, glowing eyes.  This photo finally captures how pretty she is.  I have to admit, I'm impressed with myself.

Really?

Yes.  I am really trying to blog again.  We'll see how this one plays out...