Fashion Phobias

Admittedly, I have a few fashion phobias. I am fairly embarrassed to admit this, but not enough to make it "Sunday Confession." Form your own conclusions, though I would be interested to know if anyone else has their own!

Long Dresses

The long dress, or if you are a real fashionista, which I though I was, but now know I am not as I did not know about the term "Maxi Dress," which I learned through one of my favorite blogs, the Blue Eyed Bride. I have such a complex about proportion, I feel that without showing leg, something about my body is off, coupled with my generally pale skin, makes for a no-bueno combination. These girls look great, as do most women I see wearing these. Perhaps I just need to bite the bullet one Saturday and frolic in one. Face my fears!

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Hoop earrings

I wore hoop earrings all the time in high school. I'd even go so far to say that they were dubbed my "fancy" earrings, as an alternative to the daily studs. These days, it seems they just seem a little ghetto fabulous on me. Again, I think every girl that I see wearing them looks great! They dress up a ponytail and add a little sass to jeans. But when this girl looks in the mirror she sees an entirely different picture with a little more street, less chic. Complex? Likely. However I don't know if its size, color or what. Perhaps outfit I am pairing it with? I will never exercise in theme a la a Kardashian, but I would like to incorporate a pretty pair I own back into rotation.

I don't need a picture to highlight this. We all know they look good and I just need to get over it.

Skinny jeans
As I mentioned above, I have proportion issues. This item of clothing does not help any considering they are skin tight and highlight all features, great and small. Perhaps it's a matter of body image with these. I love, love, love the look of a skinny jean in a boot, with a flat, or with a blousier shirt-that proportion makes sense. I do not enjoy them as leggings and shirts that do not cover the bum, which is unacceptable. Anyway, I am a curvy girl, but perhaps I just missed the boat with this item or need to take a fashionable friend with me to try them on and set up favorable lighting in the dressing room to make it better.

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Ok Reese, can you be any cooler?

Summing Up San Francisco

Scott and I worked San Francisco in four days like no other tour group before us. I am guessing we probably logged about 15 miles on foot, plus 15 or so more via bus and trollies. Thank heavens I learned my lesson after our honeymoon and brought my sneakers.

View from our hotel, the Hyatt Regency on the Embarcadero, Financial District:


I did not leave enough time to buy a memory card for my new camera before we left, but the instructions book said that it also took pictures on the hard drive-score! However, one hour into the trip maxed out my photos at five. Yes, five pictures. Our concierge seemed to forget where any stores that might supply memory cards would be located with respect to our travels, until we happened upon one finally in Chinatown, on day three. Sadly, days one and two will be recapped through my masterful words!

Day one:
Fisherman's Wharf, Boudin's Bistro, Alcatraz tour

Day two:
Breakfast at the Ferry Building Farmer's Market (ahh-mazing!), Golden Gate Park, King Tut exhibit at the de Young, California Academy of Sciences Museum (which has an awesome cafeteria-thanks DB!), hookah in Haight-Ashbury, gelato in the Castro District, trollies, buses, and delish pizza.

Day three:
Chinatown, Coit Tower, North Beach, Mission District, fancy anniversary dinner, copious amounts of Presecco.

Tasty salted pig parts in the Farmer's Market.

Near the hotel, Bay Bridge in the background.

No SF trip complete without a union protest.

Anniversary dinner

Sick panoramic shot at AT&T park with my new camera, via Scott.

Impulsive, final-day purchase. So glad we did.

Let's not forget who is in first place, top of the flags. Just saying.

The trip was a great finale to an incredible first year of marriage. Can't wait for the next vacation!

Day of Love

All of the cliches are true, especially this one: time flies when you are having fun.


Scott,

A year ago today, KL came to get me and my 'maids ready, while you and your boys played holes on the green. I could not have been more confident in the man I was marrying. Being surrounded by our best friends and loving family was the best feeling in the world. But mostly, it was walking down the aisle with my dad to meet you and begin our life together, at last. Holding your hand since 2000, on our wedding day, in Boston, New York, Fiji, and now San Francisco, and everywhere in between, has been the best year I could ask for. I cannot wait to continue to hold your hand for the next 50 years. I love you.

Sunday Confessions

If your toilet paper comes from the bottom, I will take the roll off and have it come over the top. It's just the natural way!

Saturdays with Scott

For the past couple years, Scott has played recreational softball on Sundays with a motley crew of boys, largely originating from our high school alma mater, with a few additions and subtractions along way.

If you ask me, and I think it's a fair representation being one of the usual 3 fans, he is an awesome player. He hits to get on base, not pop out, plays defensively, and doesn't make little league errors. I know, such a stud. It is a great joy for me to watch him and his teammates play, and stand in when needed...though I am a better snack provider and bench warmer than the player these days!

Likely right before a great hit.

Covering home, much better than I did.

I miss the game, but it brings back memories of playing for so many years, and watching my boy enjoy it each weekend makes for a perfect Sunday afternoon.

Meal Routine

I eat the same exact meal for breakfast every single day: English muffin with peanut butter, honey if I have it, and coffee.

Lunch varies, depending on if I have an event, to sandwiches, cheese and crackers, fruit, carrot sticks, etc. Pretty standard.

Dinner is where I am most creative, trying new ideas or homestyle classics. Hamburgers, pasta, and pizza will always make the rounds on our dinner table, however they are supplemented by the latest FoodNetwork episode or cookbook find.

I am always intrigued by how people meal plan for the week. Do you have a standard cupboard/refrigerator that just needs replacements? Or decide each day but what is in stock and go from there? I hate, hate, hate making multiple trips to the grocery store/Target during the week. But I always do. In a good month, I'll go 3-4 times, planning meals for usually 6 nights per week, knowing one will provide leftovers or I'll be at an evening event. I myself do the replacement method for staple items and our indulgent purchases, but then research meal ideas from websites and my own cookbook stash. My planner ways are rarely ok with the figure-it-out-after-work method.

I find it interesting that dinner is the most creative in my house. Scott doesn't eat breakfast so it is just me and my Groundhog Day meal each morning. I would surmise this is due to time. Most of us don't have leisurely hours to prepare ourselves in the morning coming out of our slumber. How about you-do you plan meals or are you a spontaneous supper eater? And what is the rest of the world eating for breakfast?

Old Fart

I debated using that title, as I really don't care for that 'f' word as a lady, but as of late, it truly sums up the way I feel due to the following reasons.

1. My sister, who is 7 years younger than me, began college this week. I cannot believe it. We are just a family with two kids, so to now have her in the higher education world is crazy to me.

2. The local radio station, Krth101, an oldies format, has been incorporating more and more non-oldies, in my opinion, through their rotation. For example: "Crazy for You" by Madonna. That was an 80s hit. I was born in the mid-80s. Thus, does that make me an old fart for a song being played on that station?!? Then yesterday, they played Men at Work's "Land Down Under" a 1982 hit. I beg of you-are the 80s now considered classic oldies? To me, the 50s and 60s will always remain that era. However, as time goes on, clearly that is relative to the day in age. I'm fairly sure my fellow 20-somethings aren't ready to be lumped in that category.

3. I get home about 6:15 every night. By the time I exercise, make dinner, and shower, it's usually 8:30/9. Where does the time go? I am going to hit the hay in an hour I am so exhausted, if not earlier from fatigue. Unless I give something up like exercise, there isn't any time for laying around watching tv, going out, or just normal fun. It is the weekends and work week evenings that could really use a few extra hours at night.

I am starting to understand the idea of a quarter life crisis. Oy.