automotive: i will never be a minivan person
magazines: my subscriptions are out of control
anniversaries: no need to ever celebrate our first kiss, first time we held hands, etc.
muddy buddies: i consider these a food group
our children: let's pray they are nappers
your birthday: you control the remote
hey boos! happy wednesday. wednesday, at least. and just think...thursday tomorrow...friday the next. friday equals the weekend. this weekend for me equals karaoke with college pals, dinner, brunch and sleeping! bow chick-a-wow-wow. what are you STOKED about this weekend?
yesterday i had a bangin' lil' lunch.

this is my favorite, by far, kashi meal.it's so flavorful.
i heart me some kashi.
i had a side of leftover veggies with some balsamic dressing as well. it was MUY bueno.
i enjoyed my eating while browsing through some Elle. jessica alba style. this is an old issue. but man, doesn't she look good? i wish her makeup artist lived next door to me.OH! and martin has taken his adventures to a new horizon. him and his honey bunny are out on the town.

GET IT? "italian restaurant?" bottle of red...bottle of white.{billy joel, hello!}
the artist is my lovey, c.staps.
she's goooooood!
let me tell you a story about this cup of coffffay.
my dad took me to work this morning. we had to drop my mom's car off at the shop and i was a doll by giving her my automobile to drive. {or maybe my dad just basically said that was the game plan and i went along with it} anyway, after we dropped the car off we were supposed to be stopping at double D's for some joe. but there was a ton of traffic and we couldn't get over to the lane so i told my dad to just go straight to work. no big. {well it was kind of big because it was 6:22 in the morning and i was tired and wanted to be in my cozy warm bed and the only thing i had on my mind was coffee} my dad felt bad. i was kind of a brat. but just kind of. because i love my dad, and he rocks and it's hard being a full brat towards him. he offered to drop me off and bring me back my coffee. i told him no. i told him to go back to bed. it was way too early for him to be up on his day off. i told him i'd live without coffee. he still felt bad. he dropped me off. we pounded, let it explode, and then i went into work and got things ready for the day. about seven minutes later i hear his truck. and a few seconds later i see his truck. then i see my dad getting out, cinnamon coffee in hand coming up to my door. he's a really sweet man. one of the good ones.anyway.
this is what my lunch looked like...

the brown package {sadly not tied with string} held a pretty pair of grey pumps. which i've just realized i didn't snap a photo of. but they are grey suede and stunning. take my word for it.hiding inside that ideeli bag was this pretty number
last week these babies came in the mail for me...


i am OBSESSED!this is my first time purchasing a pair of melissa shoes-and now i just want more and more.
and more.
dinner consisted of chicken and bacon mac & cheese. seriously good stuff.


















































