Ungraceful Mess

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The fact that I could hardly get my car out of the driveway should have been a sign that today might have been a very good day to wear boots. Instead, I picked a pair of heels and trudged to my bus stop of glory only to get out and "run" for the bus in thigh-deep snow drifts. At that point I also realized that today would have been a good day to wear tights or leggings instead of the obligatory nylons. Let me tell you, I was an ungraceful mess this morning and my feet are still wet.

Here's hoping the sun comes out long enough to melt my car from it's snow cave so I can actually get home later today.

But isn't commuting so great?

Pop Quiz

Being a homeowner is:

A: Heavenly Bliss

B: The Hardest Thing Ever

C: Super Cool

D: Sometimes Terrifying

Today, the answer is D: Sometimes Terrifying.  And you know why?  Because I ventured into the utility closet to think about changing the furnace filter (no, I do not know how to do it, but how hard could that be?) and as soon as I walked in, the furnace kicked on and streams of firely flames started shooting around inside the furnace! Did you even know it did that?!? In all my years of life on earth I have not once seen a furnace produce firely flames of terror. At first I thought there must be something wrong, that my house was going to catch on fire and all my Christmas sewing would be gone in a flash! But then I closed to door and forgot it was even in there.  Or tried to forget, anyway. I guess it makes sense for there to be firely flames inside... I mean, how else would the air get hot? I guess its just one of those things that you take for granted in life. Like how do marshmallows get so fluffy? We don't ask. We just enjoy.

Just don't even get me started on the leaky water heater.

With Reckless Ambition!

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Something terribly strange happened today. I got the craziest whim to cut my bangs. So do you know what I did? I snatched up some scissors and chopped them off with reckless ambition! Just like that! Snip snip and hello Heidi Klum! Okay, so maybe not so much. But at any rate she was my inspiration and so far, I am not regretting it!  Long live split [end] decisions! Let's hear it for not thinking before you act! Bring on the scissors!

I better stop while I'm ahead or I may just chop off my layers while I'm at it.  There's something funny going on here...

"Def Leppard Rocks!"

Kyle surprised me by making me a sandwich! For my lunch! Isn't he the best? If you cannot read the love note inscribed on the plastic sandwich bag, it reads as follows:

I LOVE YOU!

You are pretty!

Go Broncos!

Def Leppard Rocks!

Later I had to explain to my senior citizen coworker who Def Leppard is and why it is that they rock. I'm not so sure she was very impressed with the photos she found via Google. But she was impressed by the one-armed drummer. And who isn't? 

Life with Kyle is fun.

The end.

Pig & Pepper

Come see Pig & Pepper's booth at the Sweet Tweets Boutique this weekend!!

Aside from our really awesome stuff, there are some other seriously clever vendors there that you should check out too!

A Royal Debate

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I wouldn't call it an argument. It was really more of a debate. And I can't, for the life of me, figure out why it even mattered in the first place.

News about The Royal Engagement (that we all knew was coming) was on TV and Kyle snorted his snort of annoyance and proceeded to express his irritation about watching news of British royalty on American television.  Something about, "Who even cares?" and "What does the Queen do anyway?" and then this and that about royal blood lines and Obama and I think there was something about Anne Hathaway? It's all rather hazy at this point. 

But what I can tell you is I defended the Royal Family and I defended them good!  Even though I cannot imagine what, in fact, the Queen exactly does, nor can I properly put into words why The Royal Engagement is so very interesting... except maybe perhaps it is because the Prince is very dashing and the Kate is so very stylish and for Pete's sake, didn't everyone love The Princess Diaries?!? 

So I don't understand British politics (or even American politics, to be fair), but I do know that people like gossip and The Royals, as they may be, make for juicy gossip columns. They simply are mysterious socialites who live a life we can only imagine. 

I mean, did you see Kate's ring?!?

For me, its about celebrity gossip, couture fashion, big big diamonds, and really gorgeous brunette hair that I am, at this very moment, coveting. And you better believe I can't wait to see her wedding dress. Afterall, weddings are my secret crush.

Kyle is a man. He just can't possibly understand these things.

A Melodrama of Sorts

I've had an attitude problem.  Every time I come to blogger to write up a post about nothing in particular I defiantly think back to myself  "No!  No, I won't write anything today!"  And it came to pass that nearly a week has gone by since my last post.  And aren't you so terribly sad?

So I broke a nail. I know, it sounds like such a melodramatic issue, but really, it broke half off.  And I bleeded.  And in case you didn't know, blood=serious injury. Why did I break my nail? Because Kyle decided to sneak attack me and toss me into the Love Sac (very ironic, don't you think? As this attack was not at all very love-ly).  It is such a blur to me now it is hard to remember how it all happened exactly. But somewhere in the tumult of husband to wife tackle and microsuede sacs of love, (half) my fingernail tragically ripped off my ring finger.  I tried to squeeze some kind of sympathy out of Kyle, but he just laughed at my sad remains of a fingernail. And my nails were looking so nice these days.

But you will give me some sympathy, won't you? 

It is November sixteenth and I am exactly two-thirds finished with my Christmas shopping.  The last turd, excuse me, third, is for Kyle. Whatever do you get a sports fanatic movie lover who has both every sports related thing you could think of and also every movie known to man but also happens to not particularly enjoy gifts of the clothing nature? It is a terrible predicament is what it is. And to make matters worse, he has no idea what to get for me. Me! I am seriously the easiest person to shop for. I like everything! Fabric! Food! Clothes! Vacations to Hawaii! Old stuff! He is really the difficult one here, don't you see? My fallback gifts are always clothes, and he has even eliminated that from my list. Whatever shall I do?

Again, I could really use some sympathy here, because you know I won't be getting it from You Know Who.  But anyway, I am going to go make a Christmas list. And pamper my nail. Feel free to send me your sincerest condolences for my sad state of affairs.

Pig & Pepper

Pig & Pepper has a new logo!!

Chelsea, from This Fresh Fossil is a very talented graphic designer and worked up this new logo!  I just love the little pig!

We also have another show this weekend: The Logan Holiday Gift Show!

This is our biggest show of the year so if you're in the Logan area, come see us! All handbags will be priced $49 and under! Here are the details:

Logan Gift Show

November 12th & 13th, 2010

10am – 7pm

Ages 10 and up $2

Children's Activity Area FREE

Riverwoods Conference Center

615 South Riverwoods Parkway

Logan, Utah 84341

He's Got Skillz

This is my Kyle. 

He is the love of my life. 

He is thrifty. 

He is clever.  

He tells me on a near daily basis that he would be a great homeless man.

I suppose that is a good skill to have (you know, if we were ever driven from our home or something terribly tragic as such) and lucky for me my Kyle always likes to be prepared for even the worst of life's situations.  So here are just a few of his ideas for surviving a life on the streets:

1.  Eat grocery store samples and/or even produce

(if you can get away with it)

2.  Walk through fields at night and pick your own produce.

3.  Relocate to a warmer climate and sleep under the stars.  (Who in their right mind would want to be homeless in a Utah winter??)

4. Pretend to be a valet driver and steal cars.

5. Hang out in fast food restaurants and when they set food on the counter for someone to pick up, grab it fast!

Yes, I am so very proud.

*Disclaimer: I do not in any way condone the stealing of food and cars. Take this advice at your own risk.

I'm not hungover, I promise.

"You look half asleep."

"Did you wear makeup today?"

"You look like you're not feeling well."

"Are you okay? You don't look so good."

"Rough night last night?"

"You've done something different..."

"Maybe you should go lie down for a bit."

I'm fine, I promise! I just forgot to put on mascara. Apparently it makes that much of a difference because now I look tired, sick, and hungover.

A Closet Tribunal

I have put my closet on trial.  Each piece of clothing must independently prove itself as worthy of remaining in my closet.  To accomplish this tedious task, I have moved all of my clothes to the left side of the closet, leaving the center rod empty.  I will choose clothing items from the left side, wear them, wash them, and move them to the center rod.  At the end of the month, the items that I've not ever reached for, will be donated.  Fun, huh?! 

My shoes are also getting the same treatment.  Every pair went into a box and at the end of the month, the shoes left in the box are outta here!  This is really more excitement than I can handle.

I love getting rid of things, I really do. It's kind of a sickness, like the opposite of a hoarder.  Only the sickness comes just in phases, and usually peaks about the time that I've strewn my stuff all over the house and in various closets.  And let me tell you, my stuff is everywhere (Just ask Kyle. He will gladly agree). 

Time to purge!  One closet at a time...

Eater Beware

Since working late a few nights this week, I had the glorious opportunity to sleep in.  Late.  Normally I do not have time for much of a breakfast (seeing as how I wait until the last possible moment to drag myself out of bed) so it was such a treat to fix myself a hot breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast.  For fun, I threw in some diced onions and tomato.  Six hours, and several hand washings later, my hands still smelled like onions.  Only I kept thinking I smelled like B.O. because, (did you know?) onions smell like body odor.  It is true.  So, because I love lists and I want to assure everyone that it was not sweat, but onions instead that made me stink up my life yesterday, here is my list of foods that smell like various forms of B.O.:

Onions

Garlic

Doritos

Fritos

Cooked broccoli

Cooked cauliflower

Hard boiled eggs

Eater beware, even though they are quite tasty, these foods may incriminate you as a smelly fool.

Time to Choose Sides, People

There has been this ongoing debate between Kyle and myself since the day we became husband and wife. I thought the issue had been put to rest, but Kyle recently resurrected the argument: a TV in the bedroom, or no? 

My Side

• A bedroom is no place for TV
• A bedroom is for two things (and one of them is not watching TV)
• We already spend a lot of time watching TV, why do we need more?
• For my entire 26 year existence, I have never had a TV in my bedroom and I am not inclined to change that now
• I want our bedroom to be a sanctuary. A restful place away from noise and obnoxiousness.
• The TV in question is a bit of an eyesore and I'd rather have pretty things to adorn our dresser
• I can't sleep with the TV on, so my 10:00 bedtime will be constantly interrupted by ESPN
• Why do we need two TVs anyway? Let's just get rid of the other TV
• We have a DVR to record our favorite shows so really, we don't even need two TVs.
• Because I said so
• Because I said so

His Side

• "If a bedroom is for sleeping, then we should get rid of everything in our bedroom except the bed--lights too!"
• He likes to "wind down" to the TV before going to bed
• Apparently it is far too inconvenient to "wind down" to the TV downstairs and then come to bed after said "winding down" period is over
• Watching sports is not "watching TV"
• We have a perfectly good, usable TV sitting in his office that (according to him) never gets used
• The TV in his office never gets used because (according to him) there is nothing comfortable to lie on (like a bed, or couch)
• There is a cable outlet in our bedroom, but not in the office, where the TV currently lives
• There will be times that we both want to watch something different at the same time, so it is important to have two TVs, one of which must be in our bedroom
• "I paid $500 for that TV (10 years ago) and I'm not going to throw it out!"
• We might not always have a DVR to simultaneously record our favorite shows
• He asked me nicely

So tell me, do you think it's a good idea to have a TV in the bedroom?

If you need some help deciding, try reading this and this
I'll even add a little voting poll on the side of our little blog here to help keep things tabulated.  So don't forget to cast your vote!

A Stalemate

It is a melancholy kind of day, to be sure.  One that appears to sunshiny but instead is rather cold. Not sad nor happy, not here nor there.  Just a day of the medium variety.  Today is sitting on the fence, waiting for the majority vote to topple it one way or the other.  Today could swing good or it could swing bad, but without a majority, I'm afraid we have a stalemate.  In other words, this day is going nowhere. 

Here are the results so far:

The Good:

I actually made time to put on makeup this morning.

I have a most adorably wonderful husband who let me stay in bed longer than was needful.

There is a really fantastic Pig & Pepper logo in the works.

The Bad:

I counted exactly 37 moths clinging to my window.

I cannot breathe like a normal human. (read here for why)

There are two (extra large) piles of laundry that simply will not wash themselves.

You see?  It could really go either way, but it is simply too soon to tell.

Suspicious

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I saw this little old lady who had a very stylish wig.  It was cute.  I smiled at how darling she was, being so small and frail but still nurturing her personal style.  And then I noticed something else that seemed a bit out of place.  I'm telling you, this sweet little old lady was either sporting a healthy set of implants or was wearing a very supportive bra.  And then I had to laugh.  This darling elderly woman, hardly able to stand up straight, with her cute stylish wig and a suspiciously perky rack.  I want to be like her when I am old.  Suspicious rack and all.