Someone tell my boyfriend about this.
Pretty Buy on etsy
Whenever I buy myself jewelry I get looks - okay, maybe only when people comment on my Marc Jacobs necklace that says, “I Love You.” Yes, I bought it for myself.
Look at these sassy Barbies. So modern. So classic. So love.
Pamela Roland. Spring/summer 2012. Not thinking about weddings - but always keeping an eye out for dresses.
I bought these on Black Friday. I also bought a coat with Ruffles. Black Friday brings out the bad decision maker in me - but these boots are okay, right?
Things That Make Me … (continued)
3. Things that clink, clank, jingle, jangle and dangle from the rear view mirror of a car.
Why do people feel the need to hang something from their mirror which is directly WHERE THEY NEED TO SEE IN ORDER TO TO DRIVE THEIR CAR SAFELY? AND WHY DO PEOPLE LOVE NOISE?
4. GPS. Yup, I hate them. I’m down with google maps and even the electronic google map on my iphone. I don’t want a tool that talks to me in a bad and very sharp computerized fake english accent. Every GPS I’ve used is incapable of pronouncing road names properly and almost always gets me even more lost. People forget where they are going and how to drive on their own when they use a GPS. What happened to having a good ol’ sense of direction … I never had it, but I digress.
4A. People that use a GPS in their hometown or a place they go to often.
pets with disabilities project Carli Davidson
Ok, I am rotten. I like little dogs.
My Biggest Cringe list: Part One
For whatever reason my anxiety levels have been skyrocketing over the past couple of months. In addition to this, everything seems to frustrate me, which has brought attention to some of my pet peeves - I’ve decided to recognize these in list form … Because the OCD in me loves lists.
With that, here is the beginning of an ongoing list of: Things That Make Me Go Absolutely Ballistic …
1. Bottles of liquid rolling around on the car floor. I swear to God, I can FEEL them rolling and it’s going to kill everyone on the road.
2. Little dogs.
To be continued…