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Day 22 of January Blog a Day: Kids

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A conversation while lying in bed last night:

Scott: Where’s that Trudy?

Me: Umm…I think you scared her when you closed the bathroom door. She ran into the other room.

Scott: Jolieeeee!!! Comeeeere!!!!

Jolie: I’m 56 years old, jackholes! Let me sleep in the freaking guest room for once!

Me: I don’t think she’s coming.

Scott: If we have a daughter, I want to name her Trudy.

Me: What? That’s our dog’s nickname. We can’t name her that.

Scott: Why not?

Me: Because one day we’ll have to explain to her that she was named after a chihuahua. And she wouldn’t even bear the dog’s real name…it would be a nickname. That’s extremely insulting. She’d end up in therapy for sure.

Scott: She’s going to end up in therapy anyway.

Me: True, but don’t you think ‘Trudy Taylor’ sounds a little bit…ridiculous?

Scott: I think it sounds a little bit awesome.

Me: I would rather name our child Jolie than Trudy.

Scott: No. Trudy.

Me: But what about those other two names I picked out? You loved those names.

Scott: Not as much as I love Trudy.

Me: This is ridiculous. Besides, I thought you didn’t even want kids.

Scott: I’d reconsider if I knew their name would be Trudy.

Me: That’s not going to happen.

Scott: You’re no fun.

Me: I don’t care.

Scott: You’re definitely not going to be the “cool” mom.

Me: “Cool” mom’s don’t name their children after their pets, Scott.

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I’m not precisely sure why Scott and I spent so long entertaining the possibility of naming a child after our dog. Scott has made it perfectly clear he doesn’t want children, and honestly, I have a hard enough time taking care of myself. Case in point, I literally just started taking vitamins for the first time in my life. And not because I’m a responsible adult who wants to become healthier. My deciding factor was discovering gummy vitamins that come in four different flavors and are coated with sugar crystals.

Basically, I’m still a kid.

Speaking of the vitamins, let me share a photo of the ones I grabbed. They taste like candy and have quickly become my favorite morning highlight. (Sorry, coffee.)

The plot thickens…

Let me clarify one thing. I. AM. NOT. PREGNANT.

I’m just…well…thinking about it. (Plus, prenatal vitamins make your hair grow faster. Duh.)

Believe me, I’m as shocked as you are. The weirdest thing? Scott knows about the gummy baby pills and doesn’t seem to care. “Just make sure they have plenty of folic acid.” he warned.

Hmmm.

I’m not exactly sure what all of this means just yet…but one thing’s for certain: I’ve come a long way since last year’s freak out when Da from Foxy Nails informed me I was getting a baby for Valentine’s Day.

(Just don’t tell Da I said that…I don’t want her to her to get a big head or anything.)

(Also, come hell or high water, my offspring will not be named after the dog.)



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Day 21 of January Blog a Day: Create a mood board

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I’m going to be really upfront and let y’all know that I have a love hate relationship with mood boards.

(It’s okay for people who live in Minnesota to use the phrase “y’all”, right?)

Don’t get me wrong…I love creating a good mood board. I do it for design projects at work all the time (it’s a surprisingly helpful tool), and often find myself slapping together collections of images via Pinterest in my free time. The problem is, mood boards (the Pinterest ones, not the work ones) always let me down. They’re completely based in fantasy and never end up actually amounting to anything–they make me feel as if I’ve failed! Take the gorgeous multi-million dollar wedding mood board I created last year. In order for any of those beautiful mason jar centerpieces to actually come to fruition, I’d have to divorce Scott and then remarry someone who was willing to spend a hundred grand on exotic hydrangeas.

That’s way more trouble than I’m willing to go though. Plus, I kind of want to keep Scott around. (Also? Mason jars aren’t as economical as one would assume.)

So, now I’m going to have to get pregnant with a baby girl, raise her for twenty-something years and then hope that she likes mason jars and hydrangeas by the time she gets married.

And what happens if mason jars aren’t even cool in 2038???

You can see why mood boards stress me out.

So, in order to avoid an epic meltdown (or a mason jar-inspired pregnancy) I’ve decided to create a realistic mood board that accurately documents my daily life.

Prepare to be grossly underwhelmed.

1. Sweatpants – Not only are these an integral part of this blog’s tagline, they’re pretty much my daily uniform as I work from home. Also, an elastic waistband is extremely gentle on one’s self-esteem.

2. Cashews – Much like mood boards, I have a love hate relationship with cashews and all other members of the nut family. They are easily my favorite food, but I eat way too many of them. I suspect this is the reason that I haven’t actually lost any weight in my first month of veganism. Again…this is where those sweatpants come in handy.

3. Chuck Bass – Although Gossip Girl is now a CW relic of the past, I feel Chuck’s presence with me daily–despite never having actually met him. I like to think of him as my British celebrity spirit guide. I often times find myself asking things like “What would Chuck Bass think of this decision I’m making?” “Would Chuck Bass approve of this outfit?” “What would Chuck say to this extremely slow cashier at Super Wal-Mart?” Sure, “Mother Chucker” may not be the best moral compass…but at least I’m not turning to Dan Humphrey for advice.

4. Aquage Sea Salt Spray – My hair is not straight, nor is it curly. I would say its natural texture could be described as “homeless person”.  Since introducing this stuff into my beauty regime, I’ve cut my hair styling time in half, without looking like a dirty hippie as a result. (No offense, Vanessa Hudgens.)

5. Coffee — I’m a Scandinavian who hails from Seattle, so I suppose this shouldn’t surprise me. Still…sometimes the amount of coffee I can consume over twenty-four hours frightens me. A few weeks ago I downed two shots of espresso at 9:30pm and fell right asleep. That’s a bad sign, right?

6. Scott — Scott has all of the good parts of Chuck Bass (he isn’t afraid to wear a bow tie and has impeccably styled hair), without any of the bad parts (a history with prostitutes and a drug habit). While he’s not a millionaire Manhattan mogul like Mr. Bass, he does make me pizza from scratch and could totally take Chuck in a wrestling match. I’m pretty lucky he’s chosen to go through life with me by his side. (Translation? I lurrrve him.)

7. Photoshop — As a web designer, I spend the majority of my day working in Photoshop. When work is done, I use the program to whiten my teeth and cinch in my waist before uploading photos of myself to Facebook. Truly, computer software doesn’t get much more versatile than that.

8. IKEA — Our entire apartment is furnished with products from this place. We literally live in an IKEA showroom, minus the cafeteria meatballs. While I used to think this was really cool, I now realize it means we don’t make enough money (or have a nice enough place) to buy real furniture. Still, it’s part of my life and I’m owning it. (On the bright side, I’ve learned a black Sharpie marker works great for covering up dings and scrapes in the cheap wood veneers that literally cover every flat surface in our apartment.)

9. Deer Heads — Upon moving to Minnesota, I have become obsessed with all things deer head. If I see a deer head, I will buy it. (Unless it’s a real one. That’s just gross. Also? You can’t bedazzle over fur. I’ve tried.)

10. My Keyboard — I spend every weeknight evening typing up a post for this blog. Keyboard and me are like this. And I don’t mean to brag or anything, but I’m actually a highly proficient typist. Like, if I was living in Mad Men days, Don Draper would hire me as a secretary on the spot (despite the fact that I wouldn’t get romantically involved with him) because I can type so freaking fast. Thank you, Franklin Pierce High School sophomore typing class!

11. Target — If Target were a person, I may consider becoming a polygamist and letting Scott and Target be “brother husbands” simply so I could marry that store and finally have my mason jar hydrangea wedding. I love Target that much.

12. Sneakers – First things first…is it “tennis shoes” or “sneakers”? I grew up calling them tennis shoes, until I moved to New York and everyone made fun of me, or assumed I was a skilled tennis player. (I’m not. Unless owning three tennis skirts automatically makes me skilled.)

I put these on here because I love to work out and became a fitness instructor nearly three years ago just for the fun of it. (And…you know…to cancel out all those stupid cashews.)

12. Jolie — If you combine my love of Target, cashews and coffee and then multiply it by 1,000, it might equal the love I have for this dog. Maybe.

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Can I just say that creating a realistic mood board has actually made me feel better about my life? Lets face it…Sweatpants + Scott and Jolie + the ability to mask my crow’s-feet in Photoshop means I must be doing something right.




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Day 20 of January Blog a Day: Beautiful

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Last night, I went out on the town to celebrate a friend’s birthday. While sitting at our booth in the corner, I noticed a woman who frequents my Turbo Kick class was just a few tables over. Naturally, I flagged her down and lured her over to our table for a quick chat.

She didn’t recognize me.

After a few attempts at explaining that I was the crazy fitness instructor who likes to sing during class, she finally realized who I was.

“Oh…I’m so sorry…I didn’t recognize you with the…uh…bangs…?”

The bangs.

While I’m sure my new fringe (not to mention the pink faux fur jacket I was sporting) threw for her a loop, this sort of thing happens to me all the time. I rarely wear makeup to the gym, and am the first to admit that I look like an entirely different girl without cosmetic assistance. I’ve been told by several people I’m not naturally pretty without my face on, and I can’t say that I disagree with them.

But I guess I’ve kind of stopped caring…?

As a twenty-eight year old woman, what I look like is a priority. I’m concerned about my appearance, and might even describe myself as vain. I love beauty and fashion, yet I’m also realizing that life is meant to be lived to the fullest. Sure, I could let the fact that I have splotchy skin, invisible eyebrows and some pretty substantial muffin tops get in the way of how I feel about myself…but I’m choosing not to. I’ve been down that road before — it’s called an eating disorder, and it sucked all the joy out of my life for nearly four years.

The older I get, the more I realize that I am enough, just the way I am. I like me. I like that I’m kind. I like that I’m funny. I like that I’m not afraid to wear a fake pink fur jacket I bought for $11.24 on clearance at Target out in public. I like that it’s not the end of the world if somebody makes fun of me because I’m really not living my life to please them in the first place.

(Honestly…if people are making fun of me, then I’m probably doing something right. Right?)

While writing this post, I started thinking about my morning routine. I know I spend at least an hour styling my hair, applying makeup and carefully selecting a an outfit that makes me feel good. This probably isn’t going to change anytime soon, and I’m not going to feel bad about it.

What I am going to do is designate an additional hour to working on my character. If I can find sixty precious minutes to work on the outside, I can at the very least do the same for my inside.

I’m never going to be a supermodel, but that doesn’t mean my life is any less important or valuable.  When I’m all shriveled and crotchety like Granny on Downton Abbey (emphasis on the shriveled part — I used to live in the tanning bed) the hours spent curling my hair won’t really amount to anything. But the construction I’ve done on the inside? I have a feeling that’s going to pay off ten fold.

On that note, I’m off to go do some much-needed shopping. Fortunately, there’s not a rule against having a great personality and a great pair of boots.

(This means I’m not getting rid of the Fashion page. I had you worried there for a minute, didn’t I?)




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Day 18 of January Blog a Day: Superpowers

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“If you could have any superpower, what would it be?”

Does anyone else get sick and tired of answering that? Honestly, it feels as if this question is a prerequisite for every dating profile page, get-to-know-you icebreaking activity and awkward small talk exchange in the history of awkward small talk exchanges.

(Clearly, this means I have a really good answer for it.)

For as long as I can remember, I’ve wished that at the end of each day, I had the ability to go back and undo one incident from the past twenty-four hours. Assuming my friend’s mom was actually his grandma? Never happened. Bending over and ripping my pants in Turbo Kick? A figment of your imagination! Eating 3,043 calories worth of frosting straight from the jar while watching Vampire Diaries? I have no idea what you’re talking about.

(In regards to the frosting…not Vampire Diaries. I would never take back Vampire Diaries.)

The possibilities with such a superpower would truly be endless. You could undo a speeding ticket, recover the $100 you lost at the roulette table, or magically erase accidentally burping in a coworker’s ear while leaning over to look at something on their computer screen.

(Yes, I’ve done all three of these things.)

(Sorry for burping in your ear, Cristi.)

Take yesterday for example. Without a doubt I would take back the three minutes and thirty-one seconds I wasted watching this extremely bizarre poodle workout video.

Alright, fine. Technically, I watched it eight times, so it was more like twenty-eight minutes. And I’d probably only take back the final viewing. Phrases like “victory and happiness is the most important thing for everyone” and “pump your arms like you’re in the mud” are actually pretty funny the first seven times you hear them.

On another note…did anyone else notice that green poodle in the back row is in serious need of a bikini wax? Just saying.




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