I'm BAaack

I know. I know. I have been a little out of the loop lately. I haven't been my usual Social butterfly self. Well, I have got excuses.. but you really don't want to hear them. I'm busy, you are busy.. let's just kiss and make up.

So now that by gones are by gones. Let me tell you about someone who inspired me today. If you are not familiar with the Uniform Project check out. Those of you who are probably heard the same blurb I did about the girl who wears the same dress for a year. That isn't that amazing, but what she does with it is. the best thing for me is she only uses thrifted, vintage, or handmade accessories that are donated. She is cutting down on waste. I am thinking of doing something similar.

Please send her a donation for her endeavor. You can donate as little as $1.00. Seis put her money where her mouth is, and I am offering up any accessory in my etsy shop.

Everyone Makes Mistakes

My Mistake: I bought this for my ShopChato's Mistake : He let me talk him into putting it on.

What do Seis and Baywatch have in Common?

We are both huge in Europe. No really, I am. Just like David Hasselhoff, Seis's style is more appreciated across the pond than right in her own backyard. Over the last couple of weeks I have started my own vintage clothing store. I have not blogged about it, because it is still in an infancy stage.

Clothing store, you ask? What happened to just say No? Well, I got inspired by some conversations with some girlfriends (k-mom and L) about doing something you love. I love to go to thrift stores. So I started my own vintage shop. Now I am busier than ever.

I have had 5 sales in the last week. Great except all of them are from Europe. I don't know if it is the weak dollar and/or the recession, but no one in America is buying my stuff. That is fine with me. I sold two dresses and a purse to a shop called Fur coat No Knickers. She sells vintage wedding dresses.

Check me out at Hip and Vintage...web site coming soon.

What in the H*ll is that Smell?

So, I try to mostly drive Chato's work car. This keeps the mileage off our car and the money in our pockets. So, last week I didn't drive my car for like four or five days. Yesterday, I go to get in my car and am astounded by this god awful smell. Immediately I think old sippy cup of milk. All Moms know that stench and it is horrific. This was worse. I look under all the seats, start sniffing like a basset hound.. nada. It smells but no culprit to be found.

I roll the windows down and drive down the street. Somehow the smell is getting worse. How can fresh air be making it worse? But it is. I retreat. Something dead must be under my car. I call Chato out. He looks under the hood and under the car nothing. Next, I pop the trunk. We both take several steps back and cover our mouths. Literally, the stench knocks us back. Chato looks at me ans says, "I can't."

Fearful, he might pass out or puke, I head in. After a second I find that I have left a grocery bag in the car which was hidden by soccer stuff. Inside the bag was previously frozen chicken breasts. Something already dead was decomposing in my car. It was horrible. My car has been airing out for two days. Can I please have a minivan now?

All I want for Christmas...

Me: What do you want Santa to bring you for Christmas?

Felix: A jet pack.

Me: Like the buzz light Year backpack thing?

Felix: No a jet pack that makes you fly.

Me: I don't think your old enough for that?

Felix: I am, I am a big kid.

Me: Do you have a license?

Felix: Um, No.

ME: I think you have to be at least old enough to Drive a Car to get a Jet pack.

Felix: How many is that again?

Me: 16

Felix: Will you count with me how many before I can get the jet pack?

Me: sure.. 4,5, 6, 7, ...16.

Felix: So, after my superhero birthday, I can get my jet pack.

Oh Dear lord...

Facebook Oddities

So, a couple of weeks ago, I got a friend request from a girl who made out with my boyfriend in High School. I thought this was odd since when he didn't break up with me, she then preceded to let he air out of my tires at my work. Nice, huh. For my part, I was sorta vindictive and mean. I made him tell her off, while I listened, and then I broke up with him.

Anywhoo, needless to say the befriending caught me off guard. I had not thought about this girl in at least 15 years, so I was interested to see why she had befriended me. She hasn't contacted me on facebook, but perhaps I can take all the farm animal gifts she keeps trying to send as a peace offering.

Strangely enough, a week goes by, and the ex-boyfriend sends a friend request. Curiosity killed the Cat and I accepted his "friendship". He looks basically the same, but with short hair. He plays in some garage band, and his profile pic has him holding a can of beer. I guess that cliche the more things change the more they stay the same, might be true here.I thought maybe I would get an apology. Like, hey sorry I was such a jacka**. Glad your doing well. Nah, I got nothing.

So, later that week I see someone was friends with this girl that I took Driver's Ed with. I wasn't particular nice to this person, and sometimes kinda mean. If Karma is any indicator, I got a D in Driver's Ed, and I am a terrible Driver. So, I wrote her an apology letter, because that is what I would have liked to have gotten from those other people, and more importantly that was what she deserved. The subject line was Better Late than Never.

"Thanks for accepting my friend request. I wanted to drop you a note to tell you I am sorry for some of the jokes I made in High School. It was mean and inconsiderate. I am embarrassed at how I acted at 15. I got a D in Drivers Ed, and I am still a bad driver to this day, so hopefully I got what I deserved ;). You look happy in your photos and I wish you well. Sincerely, Seis

Making amends (even 20 years later) feels nice.

Halloween Hilarity

Last nite was the annual preschool/church Halloween Carnival. Yes, I said Halloween and church in the same sentence. Our preschool/church actually celebrates Halloween, which is one of the reasons we chose it. I know you are thinking that when looking for your preschool you were considering instruction, creative play, and pedagogy. Not me, I just wanted to know they would have a great Halloween Party, and they do.

They have a haunted house in the church basement, ran by the church teenagers. Oscar really wanted to go. Felix not so much. Oscar begged and pleaded. I was hesitant after I heard that a group of his classmates didn't make it all the way down the stairs before they came crying back. Every time I tried to dissuade him he would say, "I am the Hulk I have big big muscles." I was worried if I let him go through the Haunted House and he got scared, that he might be scarred for life, or if he liked it and become a serial killer.

After, much discussion he managed to talk his buddy into going with him (no amount talking would convince Felix). So, down he went. At one point, his buddy started to get scared, but he looked over at Oscar and he was growling at the monsters. He kept telling them that "I am the hulk. I am mean. "followed by his growl. When we got out, he told me that he scared all those big kids. The teenagers couldn't hardly keep a straight face at the three year old that was growling at them. Maybe they are teaching reverse psychology at preschool?