Yeah.

Somebody found my blog with that search criteria.

I tried it…and it works.

Well, foundangt! Now they’ll really be able to find it.

The babe got me the Kindle Fire for Christmas and it has been awesome. It has internet access and apps, and also an entire bookstore…which is a good way to waste a lot of time.

Currently I’m reading Let’s Pretend This Never Happened (A Mostly True Memoir) by Jenny Lawson. It is AMAZINGLY hilarious. You can’t read it in public because you’ll feel silly laughing out loud. Or maybe you won’t. To get a taste of her writing, read her blog! I discovered her blog through another fantastic girl that is a keeper in the ol RSS feed.

I also bought The Great Gatsby so I could see if there’s any way I’ll appreciate it more now than in high school. I some how doubt I’m any more cultured, but we shall see.

And then for the most random purchase of my week, I bought The Anatomy of Peace. It’s a self-help book on conflicts in relationships, work, home and the world that has 5/5 stars basically everywhere I looked. How could so many people be wrong? Bring on the peace.

The Kindle Fire can just be dangerous sometimes. So easy to click and buy… but it does make you more well rounded…a (mostly true, hehe) memoir, an American classic and a self-help book.

I still have Game of Thrones waiting to be finished and 50 Shades of Grey waiting next to my bed to be started. Good thing I bought some more books so I can read them in between baking cakes, planning a wedding, being in other weddings, bridal showers, bachelorette parties and work.

That would be my relationship with my money lately.

Mother’s Day is coming up, so I did employ my typical strategy of one for you, one for me.

You will notice that these posts about one for you, one for me are turning into a version of those nested dolls. I write a new post, link it back to another one…and inside that one is a link to another post displaying the severity of the problem I have.  …and so on. No really, try it.

BUT, youguys, I shopped only on clearance and got a pair of red corduroy pants for $5.60. Rad. And a pair of low heels for work (man, I’m getting old) for $11.40. Also rad, but not as awesome as $5 pants.

I also ordered some bridesmaid gifts…and I of course included one for me as well. I mean, how could I not? I need something to remember my wedding by too….besides the photos. Also, only child syndrome…I get everything!

My little earring splurge from Bauble Bar came in. I’ve never ordered from them before, though I’m constantly filling up the cart and then closing the window. I finally pulled the trigger. And I’m not even that big into dangly earrings, but these were too sparkly to pass up. Bauble Bar has jewelery in all price ranges and it’s all gorgeous. Plus, you earn “Vault Points” with every purchase that can be used toward future purchases. Well played, Bauble Bar.

Your Sparkle Has Arrived!

that’s not to say you totally didn’t already glow

Just lovely.

They are super light weight and I tried to wear them today, but they were way too fancy for this Thursday…sigh.

Speaking of earrings. One of my most favorite people in the world surprised me with a late birthday gift of sparkly studs that are just perfect!

Of course, messy sock bun is also in the mix.

My bathing suit top from Victoria’s Secret is to arrive on my doorstep tonight.

Ok, so with all that being said, time to tighten up and leave the wallet closed for awhile. Or until the next good sale.

Also you’ll be happy to know (who am I kidding?) …I am happy to tell you that I have completed Mother’s Day shopping and it’s all wrapped up and ready to go. I was ready with a present 4 days early. First my gifts to my fellow bride and now this? This is crazy.

I am choosing to go to the dentist today. I guess technically this is a free country so I always choose to go to the dentist. But I mean, I don’t need to go. I have a silver feeling from way back in the day in the way back of my mouth. It’s perfectly fine. But I’m getting married. And it could get captured in an open mouth laughing photo at the wedding. And THAT can just not happen.

This is ridiculous.

See, I am totally getting in the wedding spirit. I’m signing the contract with the DJ today, which really only leaves tables and chairs, and all the DIY decorating I plan to do. And the cake. And the s’mores. And the invites. And the bridal gifts. And the guys’ clothing. And the rings. And the alcohol. Wait, why did I feel like I was almost done?

But this post is not about that.

Something new.

I finally decided to try the sock bun that I have been seeing everywhere. I figured my hair was not thick enough and too piecy to do it…but that is not true and I have now concluded that the sock bun is the coolest thing in the entire world. It really is THAT awesome.   …for now. Later ponytails.

In case you don’t understand just how excited I was to discover this hairstyle, look:

Sock Bun:

1). Find an old sock. Not too old though…you will be wearing it on your head..and cut the toe out so you have a tube.

2.) Roll it down until it looks like a donut! YUM. Hairy sock donut.

3.) Put your hair up in a pony wherever you’d like the bun to be and pull the pony through the donut.

4.) Position the donut near the end of your pony and spread the loose ends out around the donut so that all sides are covered.

5.) Start to roll the donut down your pony, tucking in the loose ends as you go.

6). Feel fabulous. (And if my vague instructions don’t help, there are plenty of videos online !)

Continue to: Something old.

(Continued from Something old, Something new so I could throw my wedding update in there.)

Something old.

That would kind of be me. But kind of not. Let me explain. I was delighted last week when we got a little flyer from a neighbor about the neighborhood watch meeting taking place on Saturday night. The babe was out of town and now I had some plans for Saturday night that were right up my alley…low key and included food.

I baked some more Very Vanilla cupcakes (third time since I found the recipe…they are amazing), threw my hair up into the sock bun, and brought my baked goods over to the neighbor’s house. All the while wondering how much I was going to the owe the babysitter…oh ya, wait. I don’t have kids. It just feels like I must be 40 with 4 kids to be baking cupcakes for the neighborhood watch meeting on a Saturday night. But I digress.

My cupcakes were a hit and I think everyone was in shock to have someone under 50 attending the meeting. (That’s where that kind of not old thing comes in).

I learned:

-Where all the “party” houses in the neighborhood are.

Please don’t say my address, please don’t say my address. Just kidding,  I think the only parties I’ve had were a house warming and a scentsy party. Wild.

-Who calls on trailers and cars parked the wrong way in our neighborhood and what the offending houses are.

Please don’t say my address, please don’t say my address. Oh good, I guess Matt’s always in proper trailer formation.

-Someone is likely smuggling a bunch of bikes in our neighborhood…at least 10 boxes were spotted. ! I know.

Please don’t… ahhh just kidding. I wasn’t worried about that one.

-There is a large movement to get the tweakers out of the neighborhood.

I won’t even try. But the background on these people (which by the way, I am so very happy the neighbors are trying to move out) is that they first lived kitty-corner to me. Their house was always a mess and old vehicles piled with furniture, garbage and whatever else were always parked out front. Random cars would park in front of the house and leave after someone ran inside for a couple of minutes. Weird people would come slurringly speak to me with no shoes on, but a sweatshirt and jeans in July. And some guy would be drinking wine from a wine glass at all hours of day outside. Not that I totally judge him on that. They finally moved out a couple of months ago and I was so excited…only to see that junky piled up truck the next street over. Apparently, both houses are owned by one of the occupants’ mother, who is in a nursing home.

But oh…they moved to the wrong house because the neighborhood watch is on high alert and working on eviction. Go NW!

The neighborhood watch meeting came to an end and everyone discussed where the next one should be held. Several of the older ladies looked at me and said, “Can we have it at your house?”

And that’s how I became the next host of the neighborhood watch meeting. Look. Out.

I’m pretty sure they just want to see what kind of “youngin” comes to one of these meetings and what their house looks like.

They also got all excited and were talking about how they needed a name.

I held back all my giggles.

But now I’m kind of thinking something like NWXNW. (Neighborhood Watch by the North West). Kind of like SXSW. Only with less music and art and more calls to the police.

My strict policy of “fill up the cart, close the window” sometimes falls to the wayside on Fridays.

I ordered a bathing suit top and a pair of earrings today.

THEY ARE SO PRETTY. And now I have two packages to track. AND I earned some miles on the ol’ Southwest card. Win, win, win.

My wallet doesn’t count for anything on Fridays.

Also. I did not buy that simply amazing cord art deer mount. I filled the cart and then closed the window. And saved $100. So it’s kind of like I earned these items today.

….right.