Rainy day rules

Things have been crazy around here.  I hate to go all weather reporter on y’all, but just last week it was unbearably hot and muggy and now today, it’s raining cats and dogs.  Me, I hate the heat so it’s more than a relief in my eyes, but it’s just weird.  You hear what I’m saying?


The kinfolk: SJ, birthday boy brother Craig, QC, and my Dad, (as Flappy calls him: half of that duo of grumpy dudes that hangs out in The Muppet Show balcony.)


I may have mentioned this before, but I’m not a shopper.  I’m an in and out kind of girl.  I like to know where I am going to get exactly what I want.  I like to go there, buy it and then go on with my business.  No wandering around for this chick, no browsing, no trying things on and no comparing prices between stores.   The thought of visiting a mall makes me cringe and there is no catalogue in my brain detailing the various return policies held by different retailers.  In fact, upon finding out that something was ill-suited to me, I’d probably take what I’d paid for it as a loss before I’d traipse back to the store to refund or exchange it.  I just hate all of it.  *Except*…  for some crazy reason that I’ll never be able to justify or explain, if I’m with my girlfriend Sharlene, I could do it all night.  She brings out the inner shopper in me.  She is a shopper extraordinaire. 

Last night, for the first time in far, far, far too long, we got to spend a little one on one time together.  Where better to do it than in the place where our friendship was really born, where we worked just down the hall from one another, Lougheed Town Centre, although, back in the day, they just called it Lougheed Mall.  (When I’d thrown out the idea of a movie, she’d replied: "I would love to go to a movie but I don’t see you often enough to give up two hours not talking."  Point taken.)

With one of my oldest (still close) friends in tow, I wandered the mall for two straight hours and man, I could have gone on way longer.  I don’t know what it is about that girl, but the important part is that I didn’t spend a lot of dough, while still landing myself a couple of pretty cool purchases.

  • Bathingsuit bottoms to match the halter top that Flappy gave me last week perfectly.  Much cooler swimwear than the lame ass suit that I bought nearly three years ago and never put on until a few months ago and even then only because I had to wear something.
  • The exact sexy (read: slutty) heels that I have been imagining and coveting for months and months now.  See Exhibit A, above.  What do you think?

So, that’s my aimless shopping for the summer, if not the year.  I’m pretty excited about my purchases and I can’t wait for the opportunity to sport them both, although not together.  Unless… no, I’m not entering a pageant anytime soon.  I’m just too busy these days.

Since I’m stuck inside all night, I have a few projects I’m looking forward to working on.  I had a guest over a while ago and he was shocked that I had very few photos in my apartment.  So was I.  I don’t know where they’ve all gone, but I used to have them all over.  I have a huge collage picture frame that is empty and wrapped in cellophane and has been collecting dust for well over a year.  I’m intent on filling tonight.  Then I have a few birthday cards to make.  I’ll let you know how it goes.


8 Responses to “Rainy day rules”

  1. chuck Says:

    Yeah, I know, what a wasted day…cleaning, staring, television, sleeping, kitty quality time, more staring, the occasional fart and plant re-organization. M is bartending tonite so I am stag….think I’ll go to the Cheese for some prime rib!

  2. Dex Says:

    Nice shoesies.

  3. dawnmarie Says:

    I want more shoes.

  4. courtney Says:

    Honey, we need to work on your definition of slutty. I love love love the shoes and they’re sassy as all hell, but I can show you some slutty shoes….

  5. kelly Says:

    I’m with Courtney. Those are not at all slutty. Those are “work” shoes, in my eyes. Slutty are the strappy stilettos I wouldn’t be caught DEAD wearing to work. Not to mention they’re pink…

  6. flap Says:

    I’m so glad that you found bottoms for that halter top. Yay you!
    The shoes are great. Slutty shoes are the kind that you can barely walk in. Of course I have a pair of those described and the last time I wore them they were most effective. But, I was stumbling around like a drunk whore. Good thing for me that apparently gets the hubby hot.
    I am proud of you for shopping. I know how much you loathe it.
    Does Glen know that I call him one of the grumpy balcony dudes?
    Because that would be funny.

  7. QueenieCarly Says:

    Okay, maybe I was wrong about the slutty part. I wanted a hot pair of heels that weren’t trashy. I have trashy, but I wanted tasteful too.

  8. Sarah Says:

    I love those shoes (read: not slutty!) i have an Isaac Mizrahi pair that are black with a ‘snake skin’ look and they happen to be really comfortable.

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