note the missing shoelace pieces.
Poor Hubs. There are few things in life that he loves almost as much as he loves me and his boat shoes would surely be at the top of that list.
note the missing shoelace pieces.
Poor Hubs. There are few things in life that he loves almost as much as he loves me and his boat shoes would surely be at the top of that list.
I knew I was going to have to ease myself into cutting back on the coffee. Therefore, I told myself "Lattes on Friday, ONLY!" And it worked.
When I remembered to bring my travel coffee mug with me in the car.
Which happens about 40% of the time.
Hi, My name is Ashley Paige. I am addicted to mocha lattes and I'm a forgetful spaz.
And we both know that Hubs will not be happy. Especially since I will then need to purchase this to accompany me on dog walks:
So please, I'm open for negotiation. Don't listen to Sullivan. I know he begs and pleads with you for weather like this, but that's only because he's an 8 month old sheepdog and doesn't know any better. He eats toilet paper for goodness sakes! I'll do almost anything if you please make it stop raining!
Sincerely,
Ashley Paige
Jelly shoes. *Sigh*
I was never allowed to own a pair of these growing up. Can you tell that it has scarred me for life? All of my friends had them and I can remember just dying on the inside to try them on and run around in them! I think my mother thought I was going to hurt myself if I wore them. She was probably right.
How could I continue posting Flashback Fridays without including one of these fashionable accessories? T-shirt clips were a must-have in the 80's! Rhinestone-studded, puffy-painted, and scads of bright neon colors.. Could you even imagine wearing them these days?
Love, love loved these bracelets. As per Wikipedia, "A slap bracelet (or snap bracelet) is a bracelet consisting of layered, flexible stainless steel bistable bands sealed within a fabric cover. The bracelet can be straightened out, creating tension within the springy metal bands. The straightened bracelet is then slapped against the wearer's forearm, causing the bands to spring back into a curve that wraps around the wrist, securing the bracelet to the wearer." These were the original slap bracelets circa the late 1980's. After these bracelets were banned from schools for "improper use," companies created a less dangerous prototype with plastic bands.
If you were to open the top right-hand drawer of the desk that sits in my childhood bedroom back home in New Jersey, you would find my absolute favorite slap bracelet. A black fabric band with a crazy zig-zag pattern stitched in neon green and day-glo orange. I can totally remember trading these bracelets with my friends!
Popples. What more do I even have to say? Little stuffed animals that had a pouch on their back that you could invert so that they were then inside the pouch! Genius!
and last but not least, one of my all-time favorite TV shows:
Doozer sticks, anyone? Maybe a tasty radish? How much did I love watching Gobo, Red and Mokey carry on with their silly, carefree antics? Um, SO MUCH! Did you have a favorite Fraggle?
"Dance your cares away, Worry's for another day. Let the music play, Down at Fraggle Rock."
Happy Friday!! Hope everyone has a fabulous weekend!
The Acura MDX. As you can see, we're clearly looking for an SUV-type vehicle and because my husband swears by Acura, as it's been the only make of car he's ever driven, I was left with few choices. And new? Never again. Certified Pre-Owned is more like it. Almost new and still under warranty.
I have yet to test drive the MDX and will likely do so over the course of the next few weeks. And no, I'm not limiting myself just yet. I will also likely test drive the Mazda CX-7, the BMW x5 and if Hubs allows, the Land Rover LR3, just so that I have something to compare the MDX to. I have to say.. I'm a little excited! (Not so much to haggle with the salesmen at the dealership, but that's what I have Hubs for! he's a great haggle-r!)
So what do YOU drive? Any experience with any of the cars the M household is interested in? I would LOVE to hear feedback!
I've never particularly understood that. For those of you who are with me on this one, Urban Dictionary defines the phrase as, "originally coined by a great man, it is used to define something exceptionally great, or something that is fantastic beyond belief." That being said, this little find, my friends, is so good, it's like sex in a travel coffee mug (which, in my book, is way better than sex on a stick!)
I am a Chai-a-holic. Not just any Chai. Chai lattes. Specifically Chai lattes from Starbucks. What? You fail to see the problem here? Daily Chai lattes tend to add up and are putting a serious dent in my wifely stipend. Therefore, I have been forced to look into cheaper, but similarly delicious, alternatives.
Having spent this past weekend with little to no energy, sick and sulking around the house, I had little motivation to prepare meals. Here's where Momma M saved the day. In town for the night chauffering my little bro around for his soccer tourny, she knew that stocking the house with a few of my favorite foods would be the perfect little pick-me-up! Lo and behold, she brought home TAZO Chai Tea Concentrate. Equal parts of this delicious-ness and milk, three minutes in the microwave and wha-la! Yum-diddly-scrumptious Chai Tea Latte. For about a third of the weekly cost of my overpriced Starbucks counterpart. No, seriously. This stuff is amazing. Who knew it even existed?! Certainly not moi!
Sorry S'bucks. Looks like you've been replaced.
mom likes to call this hairstyle my "Jersey blowout"
yeah, that's right. i eated the toilet paper. and it was good, too.
just hanging out with my dragon buddy here.
you tryin' to come up here? i says no, lady.
Don't even get me started on my brand new Easter dress. I'm sure it will look fantastic on a girl who doesn't even have the energy to blowdry her own hair. At least the pink tone of my overused-kleenex-chapped-nose will match the tea rose color of my Easter ensemble. (And for the record, I decided to pair it with the Light Citron cardigan!) Maybe that will detract from the sickly, sullen look I've got going on.
Yes folks, if you happen to be at 9:30am Mass tomorrow and hear someone with a horrible case of the sniffles that sounds a lot like Jabba the Hutt? You found me.
Happy Easter! Now... where did I put that Airborne?
Gak? I loved this stuff. I also loved it's kissing cousin Floam. For some reason, I remember this stuff being ridiculously expensive- which, I'm pretty sure it wasn't. It was just that after I got it stuck to the ceiling in my bathroom, my parents refused to buy it for me thus forcing me to purchase it with my much-cherished allowance. Yes, you read that correctly. I got it stuck to the bathroom ceiling. How? By throwing it up into the air to see if I could get it stuck to the ceiling, of course! What a silly question!
Russ Troll dolls. Every. single. time. I walked past a Hallmark store, I was drawn in by this unexplainable force that insisted I buy these dolls by the handful. I even remember my favorites- the Painter troll, the Skateboarding Troll (complete with hot pink plastic skateboard) and the Birthday Troll. I loathed the Troll dolls that were sold sans clothes and accessories (go figure!), but admit to having at least one or two "nakie" ones with gemstones in their belly! Do you remember that it was good luck to rub their hair? I do!
I loved me some banana clips! Of course I never owned any normal colors. Mine were of the neon variety as shown above! As if 80's hair could get any crazier, somebody had to go and invent these lovely babies that allowed you pull your hair back and style it much akin to a horse's mane. Fab-u-lous!
*Sigh* Won't you be my neighbor? Let's take the trolley on over to the Land of Make-Believe. This guy was the real deal. Did you know that one of Mr. Rogers' cardigan sweaters is on display at the Smithsonian? I loved accompanying him on tours of different factories and seeing how things were made. I distinctly recall the Crayon Factory episode and how each puppet in the Land of Make-Believe carried with him/her a tiny little crayon. Touching on subjects that were often frowned upon in the world of children's programming, death, divorce and war amongst many others, Mr. Roger's was an icon.
Who else cried a little when Corduroy was lost in the big, scary mall?
In honor of Easter, one of the greatest childhood books ever written. For those of you who've shared in this childhood treasure, you know that it's much like Disney/Pixar's movie Toy Story, only 100x better. Here's one of the greatest life lessons one could ever learn, written beautifully by author Margery Williams:
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real." "Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit. "Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt." "Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?" "It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
And quite possibly one of my MOST FAVORITEST of FAVORITES:
Deep in my soul, I believed I was Ramona Geraldine Quimby.
Happy Thursday, Happy Weekend, Happy Easter!
I'd rather not divulge how many summer days I spent making T-shirts with my friends in the backyard. My favorite shirt ever created was actually done by my Momma. It was a peach colored t-shirt (with matching leggings, of course) that was adorned with little circular mirrors edged in puffy paint. Obviously there were many other swirls of puffy paint strategically placed throughout the t-shirt. Let me tell you, boy, was I stylin! I might even condone the use of Puff Paint in later adulthood. Everyone's weekend kickball league needs a creative team shirt, right?
Legos were for sissies. I grew up with this tin can of fun. How angry did I get when I ran out of the tiny connector pieces or didn't have enough wheels? Needless to say, my set of Tinker Toys was made of wood. My brother's set, circa the mid-late nineties was made of plastic. Loser.
My kid-idol. I wanted to be her. Hankerchief around the knee and all. When Henry was finally able to adopt Punky after he rebuilt his photo studio that burned to the ground, I may or may not have jumped for joy!
When I wasn't running around the house trying to be Punky, I was running a muck, much like my other childhood idol, Pippi. I'm not ashamed to admit I still know every single word to her themesong and can remember begging and pleading with my mom to let me borrow "just one more" of her VHS tapes from the local library. One of my all-time favorite episodes? "Scrubbing Day"
And last but certainly not least, who remembers the myth, "if you mix pop rocks with soda, your stomach will explode!?" Oh, the things they'll tell children. Mmm. Sugar rush.
Happy Friday! Keep wishin' some good juju the way of the 'Cats! Goooo 'NOVA!
Have a fabulous weekend and stay tuned for the new and improved (hopefully) I Love You More Than Carrots!