Dear BodyBugg ...

No I will not eat kraft singles....will not do it.  One time I had these in my fridge for six months and they didn't go bad.  That's just not right. 

There are Few Things I like Seeing More...

There are few things I like seeing more than a Yankees defeat on opening day.  Ahhh, it's baseball season.  How I've missed you, so glad your back.

Currently Racking My Brain...

To remember if I have any strapy sandles hanging out in my overstuffed closet so I can make my very own version of these

Thanks to this amazing tutorial from Love Megan the amazing blog my rommie introduced me to last night. Thanks M!  I would also love to make this:

Just got my tickets for this in the mail...

 

Did I mention how excited I am?  Wow I am such a girl. 

I used to love my body...

OK that might be a bit of a lie, I have been a little unnecessarily tough on myself at times (and other times not tough enough) but I am trying to prove a point.  I had settled in on my couch to watch Grey's last night live, the first time without the fast forward assistance that my DVR provides in a very long time. Translation, I watched it with commercial interruption, allowing Victoria's Secret to bombard me with a commerical for this campaign:

The commercial is a montage of women that look like the ones featured in the picture above telling me "I love my body."   Confusion....are you trying to tell me I will love my  body if I buy this bra? Or are you just trying to make me feel empowered as a women?  I have no doubt these women love their bodies, they are models for Victoria's Secret, they get paid a lot of cash because a lot of people, including themselves I am sure, love their bodies.  This is no way shape or form makes me want to buy this bra (or anything from this company who is so clearly out of touch with reality and the inner workings of the woman's mind).  In fact it just makes me angry, I don't love my body thanks for rubbing it in.  Fail....

In other news....This reminder that I don't love my body has lead to researching this little handy dandy tool on line, what do you think is it worth the $250 price tag?

I need to figure out a way to become independently wealthy

 

It's days like this I wish I could throw caution to the wind and grab my ski gear on the way out the door instead of my computer.  20 inches overnight!  I should be on cloud nine with a snorkel and two boards strapped to my feet, unfortunately my whole responsible side set in and I remember it is not appropriate to call in with powderitis no matter how bad the case may be.  Oh well...I'll get um next time and today I can live on daydreams of epic moments that involve the white stuff and me.

Getting Ready For Work...

I had a bit of a plumbing disaster at my house last night...I was up late attempting to fix it/clean up the giant mess it created.  I failed miserably  so I called my local handy man (otherwise known as Dad) in for reinforcement and he promised to be over first thing in the AM.  And while the plumbing disaster has been fixed (fingers crossed we have figured the problem out, only time will tell) getting ready to finally make it into the office at about noon was a bit of a struggle and as a result I might be wearing:

Yoga Pants
LA Kings Hockey T-Shirt
A fleece
Easy Tone Tennis Shoes (at least i can tone my but and thighs while looking so ridiculous)
Make up....oh wait who needs such a thing. 

Of course this is a day that I manage to run into everyone at the office.  Really, my office is in the back and I can go almost all week without seeing anyone but my office mate who loves me for me and doesn't judge when I show up in yoga pants, but of course Murphy's law presides and I see six people before even sitting down at my desk.  On the bright side, I could head straight to the gym after work but I am 99.9 percent sure I forgot to put deodorant on.  You win some you loose some.

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New York City Here I Come

 

In exactly nine days I will be gracing the great city of New York with my presence for the first time ever (other than that one time I had a layover en route to Rome which doesn't count). I get to see Jenny (and Shelia, G and the lovely Lila) for the second time in one month.  I feel so blessed!  A girl couldn't ask for much more.  I have a strange feeling that by the time this weekend is over I will wish that I lived in this great city, and magically had a life comparable to a Sex and the City character, but that might just be the cabin fever talking. 

My Give a .... is broken

Things I wanted to do last night...
1. Go to body pump at my gym
2. Clean my bathroom
3. Start on the enormous pile of clothes that is taking over my closet otherwise known as my laundry
4. Clean out some more of my closet
5. Drop off my dry cleaning

Things I actually did last night...
1. Watched the biggest looser (the next best thing to the gym)
2. Devoured an entire Cafe Rio Salad, which was polished off with a peanut butter skinny cow to cleanse the pallet
3. Followed this up with the Bachelor and Keeping up with the Kardasihans
4.  Realized I really need to fix my "Give a #$*" and I have an unhealthy obsession with bad reality TV

Jenny's Getting Married

I got to head to Minnesota this past weekend for what I thought was a surprise girls weekend for my cousin friend Jenny.  Her boyfriend Gibran flew me in for the weekend (thanks G!)  and we got to spend all day Saturday together and then met up with a bunch of her friends for a surprise dinner he had planned.  But the weekend wasn't over, he had also planned a surprise brunch for Sunday.  He had asked me to drive Jenny's car back over to his place while he took her out to lunch and let everyone in.  So imagine my shock when I arrived and all of his family was there and I finally clued into the real reason for all the togetherness.  A surprise engagement party!  He had not taken her to lunch but to the venue of the concert they went to on their first date, which was exactly a year ago to the day, and asked her to be his wife. I am so happy for her!  You couldn't ask for a better guy for a better girl.   Welcome to the family G!

Here are some pictures from the weekend. 

Yeah for cousin friends!

GPA and I at Lunch

Dinner at Chino

The other half of the table 

 

Guess what I am getting Married!

What a cute couple

Me, Jenny and Shelia

All the lovely ladies and G

Here is the ring, sorry for the blurry...it was so shiny it confused my camera

Does this Make Me a Giant Dork?

I am seriously considering buying the  Great American Bestsellers: The Books That Shaped America course from the teaching company.   I wish Haley would have never told me about this website, my wish list just grew...

Dear Santa...

For Christmas this year could you please bring me something that would make it possible for me to look like Sophia Bush?  If you cant work that out could you at least make me as tall as her and give me her arms?  I will be sure to leave you milk and cookies and be a very good girl.

Love,
Cara

You're Hurting the Horsey's Ears

I spent a good part of my weekend up at my parent's house helping my Mom put up Christmas and spending time with my sister and her family since they are in town visiting from California.  As part of the all the Christmas decorations my Mom has a great little Playskool Nativity Set for the boys to play with.  So as soon as we pulled it out Drake, my oldest nephew, wanted me to play with him and I happily obliged.  As we were playing he would ask me questions about each toy and I would explain how each one fit into the Christmas story.  One we got  Baby Jesus he asked what he was sleeping in and  I responded with "it's a manger, like in the song"  and then proceeded to sing "Away in a Manger."  Drake had the little toy horse in his hands, he quickly covered the horse's ears and said "Aunt Cara, stop singing you're hurting the horsey's ears"  

Ah there is nothing like a three almost four year old giving it to you straight.  It's a good thing he is so cute, I mean look at that face?

Oh M You are the best...

http://megbd.tumblr.com/post/220353769/for-c-we-can-do-it 

I wish this was my backyard, and my set up for a dinner party.  And while  we are at it, I wish i was a gourmet cook and I was amazing at taking pictures.

Seriously…

I think I may have the worst luck with cars ever.  So I am pulling up to the Junior League building with a wealth of cookbooks in theback of my car that I need to unload.  As I attempt to turn my car off and remove the key the remote portion of my key comes out but not the actual key.  I am standing there going WTF Mate?  Could this day get any worse?  After several attempts to fanigal it out or to have it start my car…I freak out and call my parents.  Because that is what I do….don ‘t judge.  At which point my Dad says “I thought we talked about getting AAA” which I have not done yet because I am lazy.   Of course when he gets there he manages to get it started (you would think that the whole moving it to neutral and back to park would work, but no, it’s locking and unlocking the doors, something I did not think of).  Off to the Nissan Dealership I go, it’s a faulty key.  They get me a new one no harm no foul other than the hour and half of my life wasted waiting for them to program the new key.  Oh and the fact that when I get home the remote doesn’t actually work…..back to the dealership I go to waste another hour of my life in an uncomfortable chair.  At least I had a book in my over-sized giant I call my purse. 

I'm in Love with this Poem...

Leaving is not enough; you must

stay gone. train your heart

like a dog. change the locks

even on the house he’s never

visited. you lucky, lucky girl.

you have an apartment

just your size. a bathtub

full of tea. a heart the size

of Arizona, but not nearly

so arid. don’t wish away

your cracked past, your

crooked toes, your problems

are papier mache puppets

you made or bought because the vendor

at the market was so compelling you just

had to have them. you had to have him.

and you did. and now you pull down

the bridge between your houses,

you make him call before

he visits, you take a lover

for granted, you take

a lover who looks at you

like maybe you are magic. make

the first bottle you consume

in this place a relic. place it

on whatever altar you fashion

with a knife and five cranberries.

don’t lose too much weight.

stupid girls are always trying

to disappear as REVENGE. and you

are not stupid. you loved a man

with more hands than a parade

of beggars, and here you stand. heart

like a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas.

heart leaking something so strong

they can smell it in the street.

— marty mcconnell

Reasons I love October.

1.       THE MLB Post Season…Twins Please do me a favor and beat the tigers today and make all my dreams come true. 

2.       All the amazing pumpkin flavored things that seem to pop up.

3.       Breast Cancer Awareness and all the Pink products that come out.  What can I say I am a sucker for pink?

4.       Halloween Decorations.  They just make me happy and remind me of college when my roommate used to make it look like Halloween had thrown up in our house.  Those were the days.

5.       And last but not least the way fall smells and feels.   You can't beat the crisp feeling it has.

 

Computer Malfunction

So my computer just managed to set itself to show everything as Friday.  I think that means it wants me to have a three day weekend.  It must know I am in desperate need of one.