Today is the Day All My Dreams Come True…OK, Maybe Not All of Them. Maybe Just One. But I’m EXCITED.

That title actually has nothing to do with this post. It was just necessary. Because today is the big day! The BLOGGESS. Is in. Chicago. Ish. But since I live in Chicago-ish, it works out mighty well. BECAUSE I’M GOING TO MEET HER TODAY! And I’ve got some out of town guests that I’m dragging to the reading. Because that’s how I roll.

As I mentioned on Monday, this whole week is dedicated to bloggers. And today. Today is a whole post. Dedicated to one blogger. Because she’s that awesome. And it’s perfectly fitting. You see, I found her blog through the comments section of The Bloggess (This is how I found a lot of the blogs I read, actually. You should try it, if you haven’t.) And then she became my very first non-real-life-fan/friend. And she’s one of my BBBs (Blogging Best Buddies). And she’s fantastic. And she sent me the coolest Christmas “card” ever. Because it was a card. And a magnet. AND A FREAKIN’ PAINTING!

This Blog Post is Dedicated to…

Lily from It’s a Dome Life

As previously mentioned, Lily was my first non-real-life-friend to find the blog, probably because I stalked her a little bit after I found her blog on The Bloggess. And it was the greatest day ever. Because she’s sweet as pie. And funny. And TALENTED. She turned her art into magnets. And told me that she was sending one with her Christmas card…

The art of Lillian Connelly magnet

The magnet, up close. Isn’t it AMAZING? You can’t buy this one on Etsy, but there are others…Go now and buy a magnet.

The art of Lillian Connelly on my fridge

This is where the magnet lives…on the side of my fridge. Where I keep all of the important stuff…you know…cards and invitations and things… 🙂

But Lily didn’t just send me a magnet. Nope. I had to go to the post office to pick up the package (this was before my mail lady was cool), and I kept thinking to myself, “This does not look like a magnet sized package.”

I couldn’t wait to get home to open the package…(are we seeing a pattern here?)…so there I was in the car and I discovered this beautiful watercolor of a sunset. (She calls it, “Sunset from the Driveway.”)

Sunset From the Driveway

Isn’t she talented?

Of course, it took me FOREVER to get a frame and put it on the wall…because I am a little crazy and take my sweet time making decisions. Plus it was Christmas time, and my apartment looked like Christmas threw up…so I waited. And finally, I found the right frame (for now, until I can custom frame it). And now it lives in our bedroom. The first art in our home.

Sunset From the Driveway by Lillian Connelly

We wake up to a sunset every morning. How cool is that?

Thank you Lily. For your talent. For inspiring me. For being my friend. You’re amazing.

And to everyone else: Go check out Lily’s blog and her art.

Blog Friends: Are you a blogger? Tell me about your blog. Or do you have a favorite blogger? Tell me about him or her. What makes his/her blog awesome?

 

 

 

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Secret Santa Sans Santa

Sorry for not posting yesterday, friends! I had a lovely trek into the big city during the winter snow “storm” and think I may have landed a pretty spectacular job. But enough excuses…This was supposed to fly yesterday…

Some of you may remember way back in the fall, when I joined Pocketful of Joules and some other bloggers in a Fall Secret Swap. Much like Secret Santa, we were secretly paired with another blogger, and sent them a little token of joy to brighten their day. Because EVERYONE loves mail. Don’t you?

I had a lot of fun with it the first time around (in which I sent The B(itch) a funky Chi-town poster and I received an AWESOME Nyan Cat scarf from Chewylicious), and decided definitely for sure, I was in for Round 2.

I forgot to give Joules my new contact information, so the package was delivered to the parents’ house this weekend. I was SUPER excited. When I finally got to open it up, I was even more stoked. A really awesome journal greeted me inside the mailing envelope. At first I thought, OMG. This matches my mug. The mug that was ALSO a Secret Santa gift from a couple of years ago that my dear friend, Carla, gave me (crazy right?)

inspirational coffee mug

Love this mug.

Upon further inspection when I arrived home (yeah, I may have opened it while driving home from the parents house…I mean…I was at a stoplight, MOM. Stop worrying), I realized that it was not a match, but still a complement to the mug…

inspirational journal

AWESOME.

OK, so I’m one of those people that is SUPER easy to buy for. I love EVERYTHING. Inspire me. Make me laugh. I’m easily distracted by sparkles and fluff and pink stuff. I would be entertained with a refrigerator box. That being said…This journal is AWESOME. My swapper done good.

She even wrote a little note on the inside (as anyone should do when they send a book or journal).

Journal message

Don’t worry, I’m a procrastinator too! And I have a lot of dreams…quirky ones and normal ones! 🙂 I hope they all come true too.

Seriously, I was the last swapper to mail out her gift last time. I felt bad, but it was REALLY hard to find the perfect gift for Heather [The B(itch)], a Chicago native.

Now, I’m supposed to GUESS who my swapper was…

After careful consideration, and sneakily stalking the locations of the potential Secret Swappers…I narrowed it down to Baby Shmizz and Mom-spirational…

And my guess is….

MOM-SPIRATIONAL

Let me know if I’m right!

Thank you so much to my swapper! I love the gift and can’t wait to use it!

Today’s Post is Dedicated to…

And you thought I would forget. I told you on Monday, that I was dedicating each blog post this week to a blogger or two and today is no different. (Yay for me meeting The Bloggess on Thursday!!!)

Pocketful of Joules

I was introduced to Joules, through Katie, when she started the blogger swap last fall. I love the blog, because she’s SO MUCH MORE than a mom-blogger. She has all sorts of crafty DIY home improvement projects, honest product reviews, an affection for marshmallows that can only be matched by my obsession with cheese…and she’s hilarious with a side of road rage. So, go visit Joules. And send her marshmallows. Because if someone were shamelessly plugging me, I’d want them to tell you to send cheese.

Happy Hump Day, Y’all! No WTF today! Just pure bloggie joy. And sloths.

Wednesday Sloth

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Because YOU Asked For It: The Fan Pants

I was having a  little bit of writer’s block this morning…so I posed the question to my pals in the social media world…what the hell should I write about today? And what I got back was brilliance. Today’s post is brought to you by the wonderful world of Facebook, Twitter, and my fucking awesome fashion choices in life. Among other things.

Katie says, “Write about the fan pants!”

Unfortunately, when Katie made that suggestion, she opened a can of worms that will likely take up the majority of the blog post. I can’t help it. We were fashion victims and didn’t even know it. Gather round Blog Friends, and listen to the tale of Bradley. You can backtrack to when I first met Katie (who I very briefly referred to on this blog as Penny…but then she outed herself in her first guest post about Cinderblocks) at Bradley…or you can just join in the fun here.

Katie and I were VERY different people. She was an angry bookworm who wore grunge tee-shirts and wide leg jeans…I was a peppy social butterfly who wore flared jeans with “party shirts.” I listened to pop music; she listened to 90’s and classic rock. She was a Mac. I was a PC. But somehow, we shared a brain. It was like she knew me before she knew me. She understood me. And even when she was secretly (or openly) judging me, she still loved me.

Katie is family. Katie is my butter-churning sister from a past life. Katie and I have had an on-going battle royale fight discussion about our differences in opinion when it came to fashion…She wore Jar Jar Binks boxer shorts with these hideous doggie socks (all. the. time.) I wore fan pants.

Secretly Judging Your WardrobeJar Jar Binks Boxer Shorts

Annnnnyways, what are fan pants? You ask…

Fan pants were a flared pair of denim jeans (my favorite for quite some time) that had pleats in the flares. I’ve always had a thing for jeans that are a little bit different than other jeans. When I was five, I stopped wearing jeans (FOR SEVEN YEARS) because I outgrew my favorite pair of jeans (that were splashed with bright colored paint) and couldn’t find an adequate replacement.

Sweet pants

Me and the sweet ass pants. Making things happen (and looking exceptionally skinny!)

So after plotting out the post about these pants, I came up with a plan. First, I decided that I would try to find them on the internet because the internet knows EVERYTHING. Unfortunately, the place catalog that I ordered the fan pants from more than a decade ago (Shut it. Shut the fuck up now. Stop judging me for being old.) is now out of business and their website is gone. But I did come across an AMAZING blog post about that company…Girlfriends LA anyone? There, I found the following catalog images…

Girlfriends LA Catalog  Bathing Suit

I had like…everything on this page.

Girlfriends LA Bag

See, there’s the bag hiding in this picture of me after graduating from high school…in Florida…

Girlfriends LA bathing suit 2

There’s the bathing suit…in Florida…BEFORE graduating from high school. I was a lucky girl to go twice in one year!

Girlfriends LA Bathing suit

There’s that bathing suit in Florida again. Check out the HUGE headphones.

Girlfriends LA Catalog Sweater

I had the long black sweater

At which point, I decided that it was time to dig through my photo box. And by box I mean giant tub ‘o pictures…

Memory box

This is as far as I got before I gave up and decided that you’re getting enough awesome for one day.

This is the best I could do with the fan pants. There was a better picture of the pants, but I didn’t think you would want to see Shawn til Dawn’s thonged-ass over them…

The fan pants

It’s an angle thing. I wasn’t ACTUALLY that disproportionate…

Alpha Phi Omega Burke Family

Same picture…WAY more proportionate.

And this is also where I found all sorts of glorious pictures of Katie and I. But I’ll only show you this one. And it’s really to make up for the less than flattering picture that I captioned above. But you know, that’s what happens when you secretly judge me.

College girls in party shirts

This was the same year. After we took Katie shopping for “party shirts”

OK, there were definitely more ideas, but I think that this post is quite long enough. Tomorrow I will be posting responses/answers to the rest of your suggestions and questions.

So what else do you want to know about me? Ask me anything and I’ll respond tomorrow!

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