Celebrating Jen.

I'm a few days late on this, but better late than never.

I lost my only sister 13 years ago and this time every year is no fun for my family and I. I am so happy that my wonderful friend Marisabel called me up and asked if we could hang out.  Misery loves company, but thankfully this company made me laugh, smile and drink probably a little too much...

What I'm wearing right this instant!

Here it is beautiful people!  The moment you have all been waiting for... My fashion blog moment!  Really, I just thought my outfit was cute today and decided to share.

Look!  I'm a model!

I'm thinking about something introspectively.  Very deep stuff here.

You're so funny...

Buddy Christ.  Let's see who gets that.

Gratuitous cleavage shot.

No, I'm not pregnant.  I just need to go on a diet.

I would like to thank my Mac and Photo Booth for assisting in taking these photos.  Happy Saturday everyone! 

Disclaimer.

Some days I may have a point.  Most days I won't.  

For some God-forsaken reason I'm still reading this crap.

This is not an April Fool's joke.  This is an actual model walking down an actual runway.  I'm sure you're thinking EXACTLY what I'm thinking...

I have unfortunately become addicted to these ridiculous fashion blogs.  I have stopped reading the stick insect/annoying kind and moved on to the ones that actually have some decent fashion sense.  I haven't quite made my mind up about a few though.  I'm not sure if these girls look like they belong on the pages of Vogue or have a staring role in Cirque du Soleil.  

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?