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Oh Sunny Day

So I guess the boy has sufficiently redeemed himself by apologizing profusely and proclaiming that he had every intention of cleaning it up, but was then distracted by the fact that our stupid upstairs toilet wouldn’t stop running again. So he fixed that but forgot to clean up the spilled water. I suppose that in boyfriend points that leaves him about even.

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I just got back from eating lunch outside, and man, was it hard to come back in to work. This is why I say that I could never live somewhere without seasons – because I would miss having this type of appreciation for a nice sunny day. After winter has kicked my ass for like the millionth time, it’s nice to think that nice weather is coming. I think if I lived somewhere that had this type of weather all the time, it would become “Eh. It’s nice out. Again.” instead “OMG I CAN ACTUALLY SEE SUNLIGHT AND I CAN WALK AROUND WITHOUT A PARKA AND SNOW BOOTS YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

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Speaking of sunlight, does anyone have a recommendation for a good moisturizer that includes SPF? I’m fine with slathering my very fair-skinned face and body with sunscreen (SPF = ONE ZILLION) when I am going for an outing in the sun, but I’d like to eat lunch outside without coming back into work with a nice tinge of pink. I know that I could use some type of sunscreen before putting on lotion/make-up in the morning, but that seems like a lot of work when companies so helpfully combine two products in one for the lazy folks like me.

I’ve tried some drugstore brands in the past with limited success – I guess the best of all of them was Aveeno; I used both the calming and the ‘radiant’ ones. They were, ok, I guess, but then I had a taste of the Sephora Kool-aid and started using the Philosophy line of products. And I love them, and my fickle, blotchy, combination skin has been happier than it’s been in years. Only one problem – my beloved Hope in a Jar doesn’t include SPF.

Philosophy does make a moisturizer with SPF, but it’s for ‘aging skin’ and I don’t think I qualify. I’m especially reluctant to use it in the summer, when I definitely don’t need something heavy clogging my pores. The Sephora ladies tried to convince me that it would be OK, so maybe I’ll ask for a sample, but I’d like to find an alternative if possible. I don’t mind paying a semi-decent amount of money if something can tame my skin into submission AND prevent sun damage. (Semi-decent = about what I would pay for Hope in a Jar, I’m not made of money).

What say you? Any brilliant recommendations?

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Blog? What blog?

Look, I know I’ve been really terrible at updating these last few weeks. The truth is, not a lot’s been happening – at least, not a lot that is worthy of an entire blog post. However, maybe some of these little postletts will make up something worthy of the publish button:

Cute dresses: When it rains, it pours

So I went shopping this weekend for the first time in a pretty long time. I mean serious shopping. Not browsing the racks for .2 seconds while Matt taps his foot impatiently. Not trying things on knowing that I have six dollars to my name so there is no chance in hell that I will be buying the item of clothing that is currently adorning my body.

I mean serious. Shopping. I mean hauling my loot into the dressing room and trying on what seems like half the store. I mean trying on 3 different sizes to figure out which one actually fits. (The hell? I mean, I know I shouldn’t expect consistency across different stores, but you’d think that within one store I could find a number and STICK WITH IT.) I mean spending some of my hard-earned cash (along with coupons, of course, because six dollars wasn’t that far off, and lest I wish to be in that situation again I better be careful).

Here is what I ended up with:

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From Banana Republic – not linking because they are on sale and the link is sure to be dead soon, so if you want one get it quick!

I also got the following dress at ATL, along with a pair of jeans. I don’t know why I have never considered jeans from ATL before, since so much of their other stuff fits me well, but this was the first time it dawned on me to try them on. It went well. But, on to cute dresses:

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This one is not available in petite, but it actually worked out very well, considering that I do not need my dresses to be that short. No siree, I will keep my leg showing to the knee and below portion only, please.

And lastly, I got a dress at Express. They don’t seem to have it on their site, but it looks very similar to this one (picture is from ATL):

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I was also reminded why I rarely, if ever, shop at Express, because OMG THE TWEENS. They are taking over this earth. Save yourself from their glitter lip gloss, BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE.

Dressing rooms: DO YOU HAVE NO DECENCY?

When I was at the mall on Saturday, Banana Republic was one of the last places I visited. This mall is always crowded, so I wasn’t surprised that I had to wait for a dressing room. I WAS, however, surprised when the door to one of the occupied dressing rooms opened, and the girl inside invitied her boyfriend inside to ‘take a look at her outfit’. As he entered, the room next to that one opened up, so I went in to try on the purple dress.

And I was in there but 15 seconds before I heard, um… sounds. Sounds that should never eminate from the dressing room at Banana Republic, and, I mean, I’m no prude, but my EARS. They will never be the same.

Jobs: New ones – yay!

Matt called me a little while ago to say that he got an offer from this company that he had been interviewing with!! This is great news. He’s been unhappy with his current job for a little while, and then his old boss from his college co-op called him and – bam! New job, closer to our house, better pay, better long term opportunities, etc. It’s all very exciting, and the biggest benefit is to ME in that I won’t have to deal with his post road-rage ‘tude anymore.

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Hello, and welcome to my shopping blog.

I bought the dress today. I was planning to go to the mall this weekend, but then Janssen kindly pointed out ATL was offering a $25 savings card with any purchase over $50, and the promotion ended today. And THEN I went to the site and saw that in addition to the $25 savings card, they also had free shipping on any size order, and LO, MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.

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Internet, you are a bunch of enablers…

… And I love you for it.

So I think the general consensus is that I should run, don’t walk, to Ann Taylor Loft to buy the dress. Unfortunately, I think this will have to wait until the weekend, but rest assured that it WILL be in my possession soon enough.

I must say that my favorite comment came from Lori:

I think (and I believe Stacy and Clinton would concur) that it needs red shoes. Or shoes in some other bright color. So unless those are the shoes to which you refer, I’m afraid you’re going to need a new pair. If you need me to explain this to Matt, let me know.

First of all, how did Lori know that I practically live my life under the mantra of ‘What would Stacey and Clinton do?’ Second, anyone who can find a very reasonable justification for the purchase of new (and brightly colored!) shoes deserves a pink puffy heart from me.

Now, I was originally thinking of the shoes mentioned in this entry as a good match for this dress. But then, you know, there are these. Or these. Or these. Or – well, the list goes on and on, really.

Sadly, this newfangled budget nonsense may not allow for all of these fabulous shoe options. I’m working on a post about this budget stuff, but in the meantime I leave you with several questions.

Why can’t I be independently wealthy?

Winning lottery numbers: what are they?

What shoe suggestions do YOU have for that dress?

What other cute dresses should I be looking at?

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The cure for what ails me

So, I found out today that my boss is being moved to a different job. And I’d be lying my ass off if I said that I wasn’t crushed by this news. I love my boss, I really do – as a person, as a mentor, as the person who tells me that Sweet Jesus, I’ve been here long enough and now it is time to go home. Bosses like this are rare, and while the candidates that may take her place are all fine, I’m still sad. I’ve learned a lot from her over the last two years, and we work well together, and I guess the overriding factor here is that I Don’t Like Change.

You can try to tell me that change is good, and try as I might to recognize that (and I really am trying, since this is an incredible opportunity for her and it would be very selfish of me to not be happy for her) this is simply The Way That I Am.

So I am sad.

Do you know what makes this girl happy when things are looking a little bit blue?

Well, there’s this. And this. But both of these pale in comparison to this.

Truth be told, although I “officially” found out about the work changes today, I pretty much knew about them yesterday. So last night, after we got home from dance class, when I was feeling mopey and Matt was watching TV, I ordered myself some shoes. Some marvelous, sure to make me feel better, shoes.

Is retail therapy always the reasonable answer to problems? OK, probably not. But damn, did it feel good. Come on. Don’t these make you feel happy?

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Hello, lovelies. I was actually looking for a pair of close-toed heels, but since the Internet assures me that it is actually in style to wear tights with peep-toes, these are great. And the best part is that even though they were $83 at Zappos, they were only $39 at Endless. Add in Zappos’ price match policy and shazam! $30 shoes. Add in the $50 Zappos gift certificate and voila! Free shoes! (Which happen to be the only kind of shoes that factor into this new budget-thang that I’ve got goin’ on.)

(Find them here or here if you have similar shoe-love.)

So yes, still moping. But at least I will have cute shoes on while I do it.

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A Sweet Treat

If you are in the mood for something sweet, or if maybe you are bored on your snow day because your boyfriend has insisted on playing video games for approximately 18905427 hours straight and you are seriously considering poking yourself in the eye with the Wii remote, I would highly recommend this recipe for Peanut Butter bars.

As someone told me today, these bars are “what would happen if a peanut butter cookie and a brownie fell in love and had babies.” I tend to agree. They have all the peanut-buttery goodness of a PB cookie, with the texture of a brownie. Also, I had all of the ingredients in the house – a rare thing since we have limited kitchen space and need what little space we have to hold the complicated culinary utensils one requires for making frozen pizza.

I also made oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, and I was pretty impressed with myself for basically making my own recipe to accommodate the ingredients in my semi-bare cupboards. I know, I know, it’s not really a huge accomplishment, but they are yummy and that’s all that matters.

On another note, if you like games of the card variety, or if maybe you are trying to distract your boyfriend from the shiny lure of the video game console with something that does NOT make you want to stab yourself in the eye with the Wii remote, might I suggest this game? Fun and addicting, says me.

Of course, this game is not recommended for those who have chosen to couple themselves with people of the SORE LOSER variety. Because perhaps the SORE LOSER’s whining after having lost for the 1853258 time in a row will make you want to stab the SORE LOSER in the eye with the Wii remote. (Warning: the SORE LOSER may also attempt to resort to cheating in an effort to overcome the losing streak. These attempts may be laughable, but please note that visible signs of laughter on the WINNER’s part will only make the SORE LOSER more sore.) 

Anything you’ve found to be particularly tasty/cool/interesting lately?

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In which I show that I am, after all, a Jersey girl at heart.

So.

I tried ALL WEEKEND to get those damn Red Sox tickets. The site would put you in this ‘virtual waiting room’ and then refresh every 30 seconds, and people were randomly selected from the waiting room to enter the site to buy tickets. I just left the 3 computers running and refreshing, hoping that I would get a chance to buy the tickets. (Matt knew what I was doing, so it would not have been a surprise Christmas gift, but he would have been excited anyway. Also, we were planning to buy tickets for Matt’s father and brother for Christmas if I ever got into the site.)

After spending all weekend running back and forth to the computers to see if we had gotten into the site, I checked on Sunday afternoon around 4:30 to see if anything was going on… and we were in!! I screamed at the top of my lungs to Matt (who was in the basement) to come upstairs and help me pick tickets. We added 4 pairs of tickets (the max any individual could buy) to our cart – 2 pairs for us, a pair for Matt’s dad, and a pair for his brother, entered the credit card information, hit submit, annndd….

Unknown error.

Welcome to the Virtual Waiting Room.

WTF? Let me tell you… I was pissed. I was really, truly angry. I know that a lot of people were trying to buy tickets, and I can’t prove that the error wasn’t on my computer (although I am almost positive it was on the site’s end of things)  but I think what made me the most angry was that the tickets went on sale at 10am on Saturday, and they were up on ticket reselling sites for more than twice the face value by 2pm. Those sites are nothing more than completely legal scalping, and it’s ridiculous.

Anyway, I showed my roots by letting out a string of curse words that would make any Jersey girl proud. Matt later said that he had never seen me so angry, and I tend to believe that he’s right. In the end, it’s no big deal. We’ll save the money that we would have spent, and we’ll buy different Christmas presents for Matt’s family members. But at the time, I was really frustrated, and I definitely let it show. I guess you can take the girl out of Jersey, but you can’t take the Jersey out of the girl, right?

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