Interesting

For the first time in our couplehood, over 10 years, Jason and I have a TV in our bedroom. I'm not sure what's more exciting, our giant HDTV in the living room, or curling up in bed watching Gossip Girl.

Crazy, huh?

Switching Teams

No, not THAT team, although I did have a dream last night that I kissed Katy Perry, somewhat ironically, to kiss the girl that sings the song about kissing the girl.. I mean, you kinda have to kiss her, right? And no, no clue why Katy Perry was in my dream. I also lived in a huge house with marble floors and Zoe was sleeping in a regular bed and I was freaking out that she was going to crack her head open on the marble floor. Wow, I really do have issues. I mean, who would dream about a house with MARBLE floors if your last name isn't Trump?

So the team switching thing... I may now be "Team Edward".

Yes, dorky Twilight fan talk ahead. I wasn't all that hot for Edward tho.. to me he was an overly mushygushy problem for Bella - and I kinda wanted her to end up have little puppies with Jacob. Then I saw the movie posters.. Meh, I don't know.. Then my peeps over at MamaPop (where my glorious husband contributes, so yes, they are MY Peeps) went and posted THIS PIC:

 And I think I actually shivered...

YUM. I recently saw a charm on Etsy that read "Twilight: The only thing better than cupcakes" and Yes, I SO concur.

Why is it that you buy one new thing ...

... and you feel the need to buy 15 other new things because the ONE new thing makes everything else look like crap?

I've been holding off on the TV front. Jason has been moaning and whining for years already about our old TV.. our big TV, our non-flat TV, our old-school non-HD TV. I been telling him to suck it. Our TV is FINE. That was until every single last one of our friends got one. Crap. Now it's all about Keeping up with the Joneses. And you KNOW I must keep up appearances.

One evening when we had people over, we put on a movie for the kids and I actually feared that one of the kids was going to ask "why does your TV look funny and round?" So, to help ease the embarrassment factor and be a nice wife, I got my husband his equivalent of $200 Paige Jeans... a 47" Vzio

And there for a moment, I thought we were going to need a bigger house to hold the freaking thing.

I will say.. it's nice. VERY nice. We like.

But, it makes the rest of the house look like an whore who's been picked up one too many times. Sigh.

See, since we could only possibly get $25 for the old (perfectly good) TV, I decided that we were not going to sell it. We were going to do something that Jason and I have NEVER done in the history of co-habitation, we were going to have a TV in our bedroom.

But that meant that we needed a dresser since somehow we've managed the past 3 years without one. And that means new bedside lamps.. and possibly new linens? DEFINATELY curtains because OHMYGOD I hate those blinds.. and do you realize that we are having people - IN OUR HOUSE next weekend! We need it all NOW. TODAY. Oh hell, let's paint the room yellow and change all the outdoor light fixtures!

Is it possible that the nesting instinct lasts a year postpartum?

The week in review

Well, we are officially weened. I have now 100% stopped the breast feeding of my baby, and 99.9% sure, last baby. I am now free to experiment with various cold medicines and diet pills.

We made it 11 months, which I am very extremely proud of. I'm also proud that it was her that made the decision and nothing that I forced on her. But sadly, it also signals that we are nearing the end of her baby-hood and in 3 short weeks, she will be ONE. ONE. One year since she came shrieking into the world, a little small but full of might.

And just you WAIT to see the birthday bonanza I'm planning.

Hey, it's not every day someone turns ONE.

In other news I'm still seething in hatred for Jiffy Lube. If you are not on facebook, or missed my story, let me point you to Jason's "I HATE JIFFY LUBE THEY CAN ROT IN HELL" post . Rat fricking bastards have chose not to do the right thing, and therefore will get their f-ing asses sued.

LaLaLa! Trying to find my happy place which involves lots of wine and possibly cake. I miss/want cake.

Team Zoe... Rachel Zoe

It's midnight, I'm half awake in a painkiller induced haze, not asleep because I've been snoozing on and off all day thanks to said painkillers. Why? Well, I had 2 inch incision made in my leg this morning to pull out a cyst that ended up being about an inch deep. Oy.

I took the day as an opportunity to lay on the couch and catch up on all my DVR'ed girlie shows that have gotten all backlogged. I also came upon a Rachel Zoe Project Marathon, which you SO know I recorded and watched all of - back-to-back.

And, eekk. I may like her now.

I love her love of fashion and style. I love the way she dresses people and how she can spot something fabulous from the window, driving by in her car. I want her to go shopping with me. I want her to tell me what earrings to wear and that I look Bananas in an outfit. I also want to go to Starbucks with Brad and the make-up boy, and smack Taylor.

After this show, and the premiere of Tim Gunn's Guide to Style, I want to shop. Shop like there is no tomorrow. With someone who really knows. I want my body analyzed and I want to be told EXACTLY what to wear to accent my best features, minimize the no-so-great, and look confidant and at my best at all times. I also want jewelry. Fabulous earrings and necklaces.

Guess it's good that the bazillion stitches stretched across my hip bone is going to put me on the injured list till this desire passes.