9.30.2008

Can't believe



I forgot to post this picture.

I love this silk dress from several weeks ago. International Concepts. And the best part? I paid $9.99.

I found this pic in my e-mail! I'm finally cleaning out my e-mail.

This means if you've sent me an email in the past couple of months, I'm finally on top of it!

9.22.2008

Mazel Tov!

What does one wear to a Complete the Torah celebration?



I wore my Nine West blue floral peasant dress.

he didn't drop it




The Pastor claims he went to witness an historical event.

I know better. The guy will do anything for a free t-shirt and free Kosher Chinese buffet.

worst case scenario



Yesterday, while you were watching Nascar or taking a nap, I was hangin' with the Jews.

We attended the "Completing the Torah Celebration."

This guy in the pic was flown in from Israel to complete the Torah. To finish writing the Torah in Hebrew on a giant roll of paper. To finish writing it with people looking right over his shoulder. Sometimes, with a camera hovering right over his shoulder. Oh, and if even one letter is missing, the whole thing is garbage.

me: What if makes a mistake?

Pastor: He won't.

me: But what if he does?

Pastor: He won't.

me: But he's a human. What if he screws up?

Pastor: He won't.

me: But what if he sneezes, and it jerks his hand?

Pastor: He won't.

me: But what if he smears?

Pastor: He won't.

me: Why are they waiting for the ink to dry? Why don't they just get a hairdryer?

Pastor: (giving me a dirty look and ignoring me.)

me: What if they drop it?

Pastor: They won't drop it.

me: What if they tear it?

Pastor: They won't.

*****

I don't care what he says. I bet there's a "Completing the Torah: Worst Case Scenario Guide."

If not, I'm writing it.

9.18.2008

seize the outfit

I keep them hidden in my bedroom.

No one knows where they are but me. When I'm all alone, I pull them out from underneath the mattresses and lust over the dog-eared slick pages. Completely buying into the fantasy. If anyone should barge in on my private time, I quickly hide the evidence.

Its the J. Crew Fall Look Book and catalog.

When flipping through Vogue or In Style, I'll become captivated with a certain look. A hairstyle. Certain make-up. Fold down the corners of pages. Hang ripped out pages on my bathroom mirror or fridge. And I follow through. I don't turn down a corner and never look back. Sadly, this is one area of my life where I don't drop the ball. Returning library books on time? No thanks. Booking a hotel room for a trip? Nope. Having the exact same make-up as Sarah Jessica Parker on the cover of Glamour? That becomes my life's mission. Last month, when Kate Moss was on the cover of Vogue I completely replicated her make-up. Easy-peasy. She wears Rimmel cosmetics and that's about the cheapest make-up on the planet.

But I cannot recall ever being so captivated by anything as I've been with J. Crew's catalog and the "5 Days in Prague" theme. I want to walk the cobbled streets of Prague wearing rhubarb cords and the Lydia bright saffron blouse and burnt sienna heels. (That would tick the Pastor off because at some point in our Prague story we'd be running to catch a train and there I'd be in heels). (He'd leave me there.) (A backpack and sleeping in a hostel matches none of these outfits.) But still, I long to hug a lamppost in the street while wearing the Velvet Ecole Jacket and matchstick jeans. I've been to this part of the world before with the Pastor, and believe me, it wasn't a fantasyland where I look adorable. It involved some sort of cheap synthetic fabric I could wash out in the sink of a train station, dirty hair and no makeup.

In part my fascination is because gray has long been my favorite color. I love love love love love gray. Now I have these lovely catalogs filled with not only gray, but pairing it with something I can only refer to as "baby poo yellow." I suppose since I love it so much I should find something else to call it besides "baby poo." J. Crew calls it "Golden Yellow Maple."

And are these even good colors for the fair and blonde? Gray and baby poo? This color palette sounds like something you'd be more likely to find in a woman's prison than a preppy store.

Its not so much having the particular J. Crew pieces as it is emulating the overall look. I'm fine to have a J. Crew piece here and there (bought on clearance and using my student i.d. for an additional 15% discount - yet another reason I love J. Crew). I picked up a baby poo bag at T J Maxx that fits in. A pair of super marked down $7 "burnt sienna" patent heels at Ross. Ballet flats from Goodwill.

I must admit, I've volunteered at the Church of the Poor and Homeless three times this week and I felt a wee bit guilty, at least 15% guilty, that I looked like a J. Crew model (well, an older, fatter J. Crew model) when most of the people there hadn't even gotten to shower. In a long time. I was a shameless shirt repeater and wore my "Seize the Day" shirt. One of the homeless men was talking to me about my shirt and said I should get one that said "Seize the Moment." Hmmm, it would be a lot less work.

Anyway, I know this is true love. I've never felt this way before. Its really going to last this time.

Until the Winter catalog comes out.

I'll move on. Its not completely vapid and meaningless. In a few months, expect some very stylish homeless people.

9.11.2008

double dip




see how teeny I am

Its partially an optical illusion because the sundaes are so big

dont worry, I didn't eat it all

the devil doesn't scare me



but the nutrition facts would

for this I paid an admission?



the goats wouldn't even look at me

my heels did not impress them

never ever ever



let a man so susceptible to informercials and commercials roam free at the State Fair

he will buy gadgets

but look at how happy he is

You know why he's happy?

He didn't wear heels to the State Fair and he won't have to exercise for two hours tomorrow to make up for all the junk he ate.

in my defense



the tights looked perfectly respectable and in style with the outfit as a whole

but I must admit, sitting on a bale of hay, this is pretty interesting State Fair attire

I'm pretty sure I was the only person at the State Fair with heels on.

the great state fair



No redneck costumes this year. We just went as ourselves. Whatever that is.

9.09.2008

the way I see it



the cup says:

The Way I See It #275

When I wake up in the morning,

I want to know that my family,

friends and fans know what I

believe in and what I'm all about.

That's what should be important.

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If I made a cup, it would say:

The Way I See It

When I wake up in the morning,

I don't know my name, my family,

friends, what I believe in

and what I'm all about.

That's why coffee is important.

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I don't really care about the cup. I just wanted you to see my dark and lovely nail polish. OPI "You don't know Jacques" from the Paris collection. You and I both know the nail polish color name is as important as the nail polish itself.

Italian Wedding Cake



This dessert really looks like a hot mess. This isn't what I wish I had a picture of. Better pictures to have would include:

1. Picture of the look I must have given the Pastor when he told the waitress we wanted the check and didn't want dessert. Of course the waitress raced off before he could rectify the situation.

2. Picture of the Pastor running across the restaurant after I gave him the look to retrieve the waitress and a dessert.

sinful



Ghirardelli brownies I made.

Best brownies ever.

shoes so fantastic they got their own email



These are my Monday shoes.

This is the email they got:

"Those shoes you had on today were great! You are ALWAYS so stylish!"

blue Monday



I was almost a respectable Pastor's wife. Except for my nearly black nail polish and my showing shoulders. So close.

Sunday



The Pastor preached on Cain & Abel. Fratricide. Blah blah blah. You know the story. What you don't know is what I wore. BCBG kimono dress. And these fabulous silver snake-y sandals. And my white and black pearls. Red patent Coach for a pop of color which was my "get well soon" present from the Pastor.

Perhaps a bit over the top for the Church of the Homeless and Addicted, but my Grandma would have been proud.

my American Idol



David Cook posing for me.

Only for me.

American Idol concert



The illuminated being is either Jason Castro or Jesus Christ. I'm not sure.

its times like this



When I can actually think a teeny tiny part of him looks like me. Unfortunately, it's only the part holding the dessert plate.

my little baby



American Idol concert night.

He claimed it was "the best night of his life."

yet another J Crew shirt



American Idol pre-concert eats at The Melting Pot.

9.07.2008

saith the Pastor

"I don't understand why you are huffy with me just because I was unkind to you today."

Go figure.

Then he probably will also not understand that Discover card transaction at J Crew.

His Ph.D. wasn't in women's studies.

9.01.2008

Exodus 9

In bed.

Apparently, I am competing with Exodus 9 tonight.

Guess I should look that one up. Must be one heck of a Biblical Text chapter.

8.27.2008

Holly and the threesome

The Pastor Professor's first day of school was today. When he asked his students to say something they learned this summer, a newlywed remarked she had learned she could maybe, probably live with a boy.

Later this afternoon, I stopped by the Pastor Professor's new office, which he considers to be some sort of holy shrine. He wants you to take your shoes off before you enter. He won't let you set a large Pepsi icee on his desk. He asked me if I had any idea how tranquil and peaceful it felt to have your space so organized.

As a matter of fact, I recall such a feeling. It was about four weeks ago, when he was in Israel and there was not a speck out of place in my home. But strangely - mysteriously - over the past few weeks, piles of books, clothes, Mountain Dew cans and miscellaneous debris have slowly accumulated, blocking out my peace and tranquility.

But back to his office. Is there a picture of Robyn by herself? No. Are there only pictures of Robyn with the Pastor? Yes. Are there any big pictures of Robyn? No. Aren't I as proportionally important as that frame holding his Ph.D.?

But HOLLY has a picture by herself. HOLLY, some high school girlfriend. HOLLY, who's picture turned up when it mysteriously fell out of some old book he was allegedly discarding. He'd put HOLLY'S found picture out to see if I'd notice. I did. And I thought I was the Pastor's first blonde love after Smurfette.

As I leave his office to go home, I get a text message that says "move out" - what? What's up with that? Turns out he was sending a rather long text message to someone else and he forwarded it to me, so I'd know what was going on, but the message came to me in two parts. Out of order I had received the tail end of the message.

Then I had the pleasure of calling Satan's Minion's working at the cable company. God forbid - me, the lady of the house, might have a question about her husband's affairs. Shouldn't I be making dinner or vacuuming? It was beyond comprehension for multiple cable company employees that I might have a different last name as my husband. I'm the one who set up the account! Believe me, the Pastor would never have authorized a DVR! Don't you people know how lucky you are? One of the employees actually told me maybe, probably I should have changed my name to his to avoid confusion. I ended up three-waying the conversation, calling the Pastor who had to give me permission to talk about our account. So much for feeling like the empowered, modern woman who kept her name and identity. But I did get a credit on our account.

Some people may have figured out they can maybe, probably live with a boy. Me, I'm not so sure. The DVR box is easier to figure out.

8.21.2008

Mom, here's how my hair turned out.



I had the picture taken from the back because
(1) after surgery, my face too closely resembles the one in my painting. : ( Ugh.
(2) the hair turned out fabulous.

notice anything missing?



The offending gallbladder. Gone.

giant carrot cake





That's what it says on the receipt.

$10, btw.

Totally worth it.

Don't worry, I shared.

Shakespeare in the Park



Last weekend.

Richard III. Ehhhhhhh.

International Concepts tunic.

cute casual day outfit



Nine West silk top
Limited jeans
Isaac Mizrahi black patent flats
also carried giant red handbag

look at these!



wore these on a date to the Cheesecake Factory

Target silver ballet slippers

I have decided






to start taking pictures of some of my cute things, for all the world to see.


Bandolino Gray Pumps. Aren't they pretty?

for my Dad




Proof positive. I know how to make Eggs Benedict.

No more wire hangers!



What's that? Something from your gallbladder surgery? Nope. Picture I took a few weeks ago after 75% off sale at Macy's. Wire hangers are bad.

8.14.2008

I just couldn't be happier

Everyone at my house is miserable.

Except me.

Back to school! Off they go!

I can't tell you how warm and fuzzy I feel inside. I have a stack of ten library books, a Vogue and new fall makeup to play with.

8.13.2008

look! new!















my new maxandcleo dress
my old lady pearls I got at an old lady's garage sale
my old Nine West pumps
my old robin egg blue chair with room for two
my old Pastor
and my new painting

8.09.2008

roulette

Can you tell?

Is it a boy?

Is it a girl?

I have something growing inside me!

Its 1.6 centimeters, which isn't terribly large, but apparently when you have something roughly the size of a thumbnail on something roughly the size of a kiwi its a big deal.

Congratulations! It's gallstones, but it's not unlike being pregnant. The biggest one is like an alien growing inside me. I got to have an ultrasound. Its a gamble every time I eat something - maybe things will work out, or maybe it will be barf-tastic.

I'm not a gambler. I was raised in one of those houses where cards were of the Devil. I don't even know how to play Solitaire. (I just had to Google how to spell Solitaire because I didn't even know how to spell it.) So I'm going to let modern medicine handle this one.

Unlike the Pastor who is being completely psychotic about a mole on the back of his leg. Foregoing Western Medicine, and not asking Jesus to heal him, he is trying to rid himself of this mole. With wart remover. Only due to the God-given placement of the mole, he cannot reach it himself, hence the flaw in his cure.

He has to rely on me.

He'd be better off asking Jesus.

The daily mole healing involves him barking at me, much like a neurosurgeon scolding a nurse, except his is admonishing me on how to properly apply a band-aid he has, I promise you, punched a hole out of with my hole puncher, and apply Dr. Scholl's wart remover. Don't some moles turn out to be skin cancer? Am I wrong here? Is it safe to treat something that could someday in the teeniest tiniest realm of possibility turn out to be cancer with anything made by Dr. Scholl's, the same brand name that's on my Paul Frank shoes?

I know what this is all about. I've seen this type of male behavior before. Men are prone to this sort of thing. The Pastor is very competitive and I'm sure at some level he had to find something to make a big deal about - his mole - in order to compete with my gallstones.

But I don't care. I have fantastic news! The numbers I've been seeing on the scale. Completely opposite of pregnancy. What's a little acute abdominal pain, nausea and vomiting when you can be really thin? My clothes have never fit better. But maybe the weight loss isn't gallbladder related. Maybe its just the stress of the Pastor coming home, his little piles of stuff all over the house (which I'm sure if a neurosurgeon could look into his brain would tell me he has little piles of chaos going on in there to match) and the stress of having to deal with his mole.

Wish me luck. With the mole, that is. I'm sure my surgery will be a piece of cake. The kind I can temporarily not eat.

7.27.2008

Journey to the Center of Stupidity

You are welcome. I saw this movie, and now you don't have to! Send me the $10 and save two hours of your life if you like.

I like Brendan Fraser. Adorable! In fact, the name "Brendan Fraser (insert Nate's last name here)" made the short list of baby names when I was pregnant about a million years ago.

First of all, I live in a city that's not important enough to get the movie in 3D. We got it in 2D. Of course this was confusing to the kids that we were going to see a 2D movie. What's that? Uhhhh, it's just a normal movie. It was totally obvious where the cheesy 3D effects would have been. Oh look, a yo-yo. Birds flying. Dandelions being blown. Fish jumping out of the water. But even funny glasses wouldn't have saved this one.

C'mon! They journey to the center of the Earth. There are polarity issues - North is South and South is North. Huh? They are in a magnetic field. They are in a middle Earth ocean being attacked by flying fish. There are dinosaurs.

And what happens? A cell phone rings! Someone has somehow installed a cell phone tower, and the dinosaurs haven't toppled it over! I wonder which cell phone company claims middle Earth on their coverage map?

I can suspend reality on a lot of things, but cell phone coverage is not one of them. I can drive two miles from my house, and there's a black hole for cell phone coverage. Every time I have driven through that intersection while on any phone, the call drops. But maybe that's because I live in a city that isn't even special enough for 3D.

Oh, and that whole polarity thing, that's just weird. I'm so bad with directions I wonder if things would finally make sense if I traveled to the center of the Earth.

But who knows. Maybe I'm just writing a bad movie review because I'm cranky from the low-fat diet. I just had a yummy dinner of fat-free plain yogurt, banana and kiwi. Beats another gallbladder attack. And this movie.

7.25.2008

What happens in Vegas

stays in your gallbladder and clogs it up in a very bad way.

Are you really surprised? Did you see what I had to eat? Can you imagine what I ate that I was too embarrassed to photograph? And you thought the worst thing I did was outlet mall shop.

The funny thing is, it hasn't bothered me to eat chips and salsa, french fries, burritos, cheese, etc. What has set me off? Things like cucumbers. Broccoli. Pecans.

You know I was sick. This is how you know. I did something I have never ever ever done. I had to miss a hair appointment. You don't mess with the hairdresser. Looks like someone is going to get an extra big tip and a Dr. Pepper for the reschedule.

The doctors suggestion? Perhaps you could eat some shredded wheat with no milk for breakfast. Wow! What a fantastic idea! Wait a minute, that's what I already eat for breakfast! Exactly 25 squares, while the Pastor gets to eat things like 5 Eggs Benedict. Or leftover bar-b-q. I don't eat meat, pork, chicken, onions and about a million other things. I hardly have any dairy. OK, I blew it in Vegas and I am obviously being punished.

What a better excuse to sit around and watch the E! True Hollywood Story on Britney Spears. And I wanted to lose few pounds anyway.

The absolute worst thing about having to make an emergency visit to the hospital? The Pastor gone and all those cute firefighters in my immaculate house, and me flat on the bathroom tile (thank you, cleaning lady) in the Pastor's Duke University t-shirt with throw-up in my hair already sporting unsightly roots.

I. could. have. died. right. then. and. there.

7.23.2008

OK

the video is not good

stupid I Phone

maybe its better our faces our blurred, identities concealed

start spreading the news



While the Pastor is teaching Bible in Jerusalem, I took Nate for a mom/son va-ca to Las Vegas.

1. Sin City. It is a sin to eat that much food. Am now thinking there must be some ministerial/missionary opportunity there. Take all the hungry people to Las Vegas? They've got plenty of food there.

2. If you don't see me in many of the pictures, its because I didn't want to be photographed eating that much.

3. I didn't get picked for The Price is Right. Nate was so disappointed.

4. New York New York is such a big hotel, there are three full size Starbucks in it. Real Starbucks. Not that "we proudly brew" stuff. 100% Authentic. (I got another city mug!)

5. Coach Outlet. Gap Outlet. Pac Sun Outlet. Hurley Outlet. J Crew Outlet. BCBG Outlet! Sorry Pastor. But I am saving all sorts of money on mexican food while you are gone.

6. I'm pretty sure I earned an activity point just walking from our hotel room to the elevators. We practically needed a tram for the journey. How can a hotel be that big? Anyway, all the activity points in the world don't matter when you eat french fries three times in as many days. (OK, there was cheese on some of the fries.) That's more times than I get to eat french fries in a year.

7. M&M World! Who knew there was so much junk in the world with the M&M logo on it? Coca Cola World II! What kid needs to go to two Coca Cola Worlds in one summer?

8. Those hotel glasses I'm not going to drink out of? Perfect for organizing my toiletries!

7.20.2008

the incredible shrinking woman

My bum was mysteriously smaller today.

Its probably just hiding.

7.17.2008

That'll teach him.



I'll show the Pastor what I think about him going somewhere without me.

This isn't what our bedroom looked like before he left.

But he'll probably be more curious to find out where all his clothes went.

Extreme Home Makeover: Parsonage Edition



Where the television formerly resided. Now the Pastor will just have to look at me.

my tool chest