Lunch fail

October 20, 2010 § Leave a comment

There are days where I feel like I need, oh, just 10 extra HOURS to get everything accomplished that used to be easy-peasy back in the day, but today didn’t seem like it.  In fact, I felt kinda like a bad ass.

I had a million and one errands to run during lunch and crossed that shit right off my list:  grocery run, pharmacy, post office, Target for baby this/ baby that/ omg we need TP, etc. etc.  Damn Gina, am I good or what?

And when I sat back down to stare at the 832 emails at my desk I remembered something:  I forgot to eat lunch.  FUCK.

Big Red

August 25, 2010 § 1 Comment

Damn, Gina. Surely can’t hurt to have Christina Hendricks modeling your stuff on Etsy.

Daaaaammmn. Hotness!

The Teeth

July 29, 2010 § 1 Comment

Teeth are a pretty hot topic around here now. I’ve had a relatively good run with my teeth until this summer. During my routine 6 month check up, I was told that I needed a root canal. Yikes. Thankfully, it was not as bad as I had thought and I had zero pain and got to listen to my iPod the whole time so I didn’t freak out. But once that was done, I was told that there wasn’t enough tooth left from the root canal to put a crown on so I would need to get a crown lengthening. Note to self: don’t look up “crown lengthening” on Google, and for heavens sake DO NOT look at the photos. Yay! More oral surgery and money to spend on my stupid jacked up mouth!

In better news, the little one sprouted her first tooth! She has been fussy and whiny for many weeks, drooling, and grabbing at her gums. Then we had the pure joy of night wakings and refusing to go back to sleep. I was started to get desperate, but then I finally saw that little tooth poke out and at least there was a reason for all of this nonsense. Now we get to go through this again for each one of the rest of her teeth – whee! She’s also learned how to use said tooth (ouch) and brushing her one tooth is pretty funny.

Poor little bit. She has no idea that these stupid things are only going to be trouble.

Letter to my 20 year-old self

June 7, 2010 § 2 Comments

Inspired by Sarah and Maggie to join in Cassie Boorn’s project, I have written a little note to my 20 year-old self.

Dear 20 year-old Lori,

Congrats on graduating from college earlier than most of your peers, but don’t think that means you win.  It’s not a contest and you’re still going to make mistakes and fall on your face, so please relax and give yourself a break.

Please stop hurting so much about Daddy dying.  He wouldn’t want you to.  But he would want you to stop being so difficult with Mommy, so knock it off.

Thank you for waiting to get tattooed until for another 10 years.

You’re going to break hearts (believe it or not!) and get your heartbroken (many times!) but you will never know true love until you learn to love yourself.

For the love of god, STOP TANNING.

And everything will change when you look into your child’s eyes for the first time.  Remember this.

You are incredibly capable of handling so much.  Anything, really.  Just go for it.  Keep it real, laugh out loud, don’t drink too much, and enjoy the ride.



Becoming High Maintenance

June 7, 2010 § 1 Comment

I’d like to think of myself as pretty low maintenance (yes, even my husband will vouch for me).  I haven’t colored my hair in years and only require a trim every 10 weeks or so, and the only regular gig I go to is to get a pedicure.  Everything else seemed more of a “spa” treat when I could fit it in or when it was in dire need.  I do splurge on one or two products, but in general I use pretty good drugstore variety stuffs.  But as of late I’ve been seriously lacking some good judgment in the appearance category, mostly in the hair and face category, and there needed to be some changes.

I had a crazy bad breakouts after having the baby, plus some serious winter dry skin (face dandruff as I like to call it) and I finally caved and got myself a Clarisonic.  Holy moley do I love this thing.  My complexion is so much better now – it really was worth every dang penny.  Plus it runs on a 1-minute timed cycle and I still get to use my own cheap but fantastic Cetaphil cleanser.  Yay!

I’ve always been a tweezer whore.  Ever since I first dealt with brows, I have been OBSESSED with plucking my brows every single morning and night.  The problem here is that I pretty much plucked them to oblivion and they are completely crooked and skinny and one fat hot mess.  Thankfully, Whitney at WAX has taken pity on me and helped clean up my act.  I have been going through brow rehab with her for the last week or so and I haven’t touched those damn tweezers for 11 whole days.  I KNOW.

I had been getting better at getting my hair trimmed regularly, but I am an ass when it comes to my bangs.  For some reason I could not make myself get an appointment and get them trimmed when I know damn well that I am going to mess them up if I try to trim them myself.  Yet every time I go in, I have to sheepishly apologize and explain what the hell I was thinking when I lopped them off all haphazardly and ruined the haircut I previously paid good money for.  Why?  Because I’m a dumbass.  So now I make 2 appointments before leaving Grow – one for my next cut and one for bangs midway.  Was it that hard to figure out, Lori?  Really?  Geez.

And lastly, I kind of balked at all of this thinking that it would take SO much time and I have a baby and a job and blah blah blah, but it really has actually saved me time.  Instead of dealing with breakouts and spending 10-15 min a day plucking hairs out of my face, I can get all this squared away in little to no time at all.  So there, I’m a little more high maintenance than I used to be, but I’m 32 and it was high time I put on my big-girl panties and looked like a grown ass adult.  And you know what?  It’s working.

Holy Fabulous

June 1, 2010 § Leave a comment

Some days I want to wake up as Lady Gaga and just dance.

In these, of course. 


Mother’s Day

May 10, 2010 § 2 Comments

MY day, bitches. Finally!  And I got to sleep in and woke up to a very handsome man holding a very cute baby + presents. Not a bad gig after all, eh?



April 3, 2010 § 1 Comment

Things I hate about Easter:

Nasty gross candy (Peeps & Cadbury Creme Eggs)

Spending a non-holiday (hello! weekend!) outside in the heat.

Catholic flashbacks.

Things I like about Easter:

Dressing the baby up in a frilly and frivolous dress.


I do

March 24, 2010 § 2 Comments

Cashier:  “What does your shirt say?”

Me:  “Oh, it says I support same-sex marriage.”

C:  “You DO?!”

Me:  “I just ran out of other shirts.”

longest. pause. ever.

Me:  “Of course I do.”

C:  “Oh… Cute baby.”

Desperately Seeking Spring

March 23, 2010 § 1 Comment

I am so fucking over this dreadful winter weather.  This has got to have been the longest, rainiest winter since I’ve lived in Atlanta.  And snow – 3 times!  My poor kid doesn’t even realize she’s in the South since I have to wrap her in multiple layers to prevent frostbite every time we go out.

And every time the sun peeks out for a few days, we’re slammed with another round of rain (or snow!).  Tease.  It also doesn’t help that I’m still home on maternity leave, so I’d go ahead and say we’ve spent the majority of it indoors.

Thinking positively, I’ve enabled my retail therapy sessions and bought the girl a few spring-y outfits.  And can I say how impossibly impatient I am for bathing suit season?  Squee!

From Old Navy.  Hoping this will work for Easter.

From Old Navy. Perfect for Easter!

From the Liberty of London line at Target - SO FREAKING ADORABLE

From Baby Gap's French Vanilla line. So cute, I die.

And from Baby Gap - baby's first bikini! Eeee!

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