Showing posts with label Story Time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Story Time. Show all posts

Monday, October 5, 2009

Jon's 21st Freaking Birthday

Its official, the world is going to end. Jon turned 21 on September 25, 2009. He, my parents, and I went out to dinner before I played chaperone to him at Reston Town Center. I warned him ahead of time that I was not going to hold his hair back. The night went off without a hitch. Yay!

First legal shot - Jaeger

Pasta explosion!

Delicious beautiful desserts!



Later that night in Reston




Thursday, April 16, 2009

G-Chat With Weez

me: i just hit myself in the face with my phone and it really hurt
llcoombs136: hahahaha poor nonie
me: so stupid i announced it to everyone too after i said "owww" into the phone
llcoombs136: lol love it
me: so like a pimple has immedietly emerged from where the phone hit my face wtf!?
llcoombs136: omg really? get out!
me: this is a blog worthy story
llcoombs136: lol

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Welcome To Furngully

The Internet was down in my house for a week so I FINALLY have a chance to post stuff from a week ago. I've had this shirt since last summer but for some reason I have only recently become obsessed with it and pretty much wear it for days at a time.
The shirt isn't even anything special. I bought it in Key West last summer at this bar called the "Hogs Breath Saloon". On the back it says "Hogs breath is better than no breath at all." I think I like the ugly drooling hog head on it. Paired with my red "Mr. Rogers" cardigan, patterned tank, Express blue jeans, delias ballet flats, and a long necklace that I think I bought at like American Eagle 6 years ago.

Saturday night Faye's sister Jax was in town! Whenever Jax is back from VCU I'm usually dying to hang out with her because hanging out with Faye AND Jax at the same time is like seeing Siamese twins that have been separated for the first time.
Still trying to salvage my black leggings but I really need to throw them out. They are basically tattered rags I try to disguise at real pants. I just love them and they are so comfortable and easy to dress with. I'll miss them. Speaking of leggings: Does anyone know if the American Apparel leggings are worth the price? I've heard good things, but they are so damn expensive for freaking leggings. My shredded leggings are paired with Old Navy tunic, AE half sleeve plaid button up, the Doc Martins I always want to wear but rarely do, and the gold jewelry I found at the flea market (see: I've Got Fleas). I think I've spent more time with that gold cuff on than off even though its so thick it makes me wrist completely useless. I feel immobility is worth it.
Here's some more fun from that night:
Faye and Jax. Faye has this ability to layer in amazing ways. I'm a fan of the mix of hooded zips with big folded collared coats and the play on proportions. And Jax is just awesome at never wearing real pants. I'm digging the bright pink spandex.
Beats and BryBry (Can I call him BryBry? I mean we have hung out like 3 times now. That's long enough for nicknames right?) I like Beats in glasses :)
This Tuesday was St.Patrick's Day and with nothing better to do Faye and I hit Auld Shebeen. Being its one of very few Irish bars in the area, there was actually a line outside! I was so confused. I've never had to wait to get inside Aulds. We ended up only having to wait like 10 minutes but it was very bizarre.
We got randomly got free clover light up things. Mine was sooo huge I actually found it really embarrassing and annoying so I spent 5 minutes trying to turn it off. This is what Faye did with hers. And then she did this with Carlton:

It was an awesome St. Patrick's Day! I hope you all had an equally entertaining SPD!

Saturday, March 7, 2009

I've Got Fleas

The Big DC Flea Market came through Chantilly this weekend and I jumped at the chance. In an hour and a half I only conquered 1/4 of the stalls, found some of the greatest treasures ever, only spent $40, and found myself spent. Who knew dodging oldies, haggling with sellers, and gazing longingly into glass cases could be so overwhelming. In any case, the flea market was freaking amazing!
I don't know why I'm covering my ears, it seemed natural?
Target cardigan, Old Navy dress, Loft tank, and an assortment of jewelry. Oh, and of course my fave readers.I also took out my favorite sandals for the occasion for their first wear of 2009. I love these sandals. I think I found them in Lynchburg for $7.
Here are the treasures I found:
An old lady had this military inspired jacket with a matching skirt along with hundreds of other KILLER vintage clothes. I didn't even think it would fit me but after staring at it for 10 minutes I couldn't part with it even if it was too small. In fact, it does fit... kind of. I just can't button it up, but that doesn't mean I can't still wear it! I'm so pumped.
Was instantly smitten with this gold and amber cuff. If you look closely there is a moth on it, the seller tried to convince me its a butterfly, but it clearly isn't. I like that its a beautiful piece of jewelry with this ugly bug on it.

And after spending too much time in one stall I finally decided on this necklace after the seller said she would sell it to me for $4. WTF?! I had originally wanted this really creepy long white steel necklace with this dog on it. It was weird, but funky. Sadly, the creepy dog was really expensive for some reason and I wasn't willing to pay that much to freak people out.
And to make to make today even better, when I got home I had a package waiting!
Although its used, its still magical. So I think I'm going to spend the rest of the day lounging in the gorg 70 degree weather and reading about MK&A. Its been a good day...
I hope you all have a great day and a great tomorrow.


Monday, March 2, 2009

Don't worry, we're ghosts now

This weekend, Faye and I journeyed on a very cold and hazy adventure. We went out on Friday night to TomTom with Beats, Bryan, and two of Beats's friends from Boone.



I would say that 85% of my clothing, shoes, accessories are from Target, and I admit that with pride. Anyways pink bow tie shirt layered over a polka dot night shirt with black leggings and moccies from the little boys section. I'm afraid those leggings may have to be retired because they have some holes in them that are extremely inappro. I can only get away with wearing them over black tights. Gold coin belt is my Grandmother's and the necklace it my Mom's. I'm wild for her large pearl necklace. And never wearing real pants.


Bad pic, woopsie doodles


After raging it for a few hours, Faye and I started to make the long trek to the metro from Adam's Morgan (its got to be at least a 1/2 mile). Faye was craving empenadas and I was craving a warm place to hide for a few minutes. Needles to say, we missed the very last metro due to onion infested empys. We ended up sitting at a bus stop for about 30 minutes calling everyone awake looking for a way home.
Faye's onion encrusted spit up.
This is my "Its 3:30am and I'm trapped in DC" face
One of the many phone calls made to save our lives. We came to terms with dying that night. It was either that or whore ourselves out to a taxi driver. I'm not willing to give them $50 for a ride home so we were definitely not going to do IT. So, we chose death. Eventually we got hold of Christian and was kind enough to let us stay at his BF's house. I have never felt so pathetic or had more fun. If I ever have to get stranded in DC again, I hope its with drunk Faye.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

I Sit Next To The Devil's Fax Machine

I'm currently at work, but the office basically closes at 3pm thus I'm left to my own devices.


It has crossed my mind before that I may be sitting next to the Devil's fax machine (the last 3 numbers are 666) but I never truly believed it until today. It all started this morning when not a single fax could be sent or received through the heinous machine. In retaliation, the maintenance people were called to come fix it. Several hours later a woman arrived who was so beautiful that she froze every man in the office as she sauntered down the hallway. As she approached the fax machine I found I wasn't that surprised to see her wearing an all red outfit to match her blood red lips. When she reached the machine she simply grazed a button and every fax that had attempted to be sent and/or received came flying out of the machine, scattering like fallen doves all over the floor. The woman laughed viciously and walked her way out of the building. I sit next to the Devil's fax machine.

90% of that story was a lie.

Today I was thinking about lust. Lusting after inanimate objects. It happens to me quite frequently and I wonder why? These things show me no love in return, especially if they end up not fitting right or become a dog chew toy after one wear. But I can't resist. Currently I'm lusting strongly for a few things that I know I will not purchase or ever have the pleasure of owning these things because they are far too expensive. I'm in this new "never ever spend any money ever again" phase in order to some day be able to move out of my parents house (fat chance). So, I gaze longingly everyday at these items hoping that some day I will either stumble upon $1,000.00 or a box full of every treasure I've ever wanted (pipe dream).



I'm so madly in love with these Urban Outfitters boots. Probably because they are borderline hideous. Which makes them that much cooler.

This swimsuit is bananas.

I've contemplated the idea of spatz over the past few months. I've decided I'm a very strong supporter.

And just for good measure, Lust #4: A button machine! I'm totally into crafting and often willingly put forth far too much of my pay check towards craft supplies and I can't believe after all this time a button machine has never crossed my mind. I really really really want one. How much fun would it be to make custom buttons?? That is the only thing people would ever get from me for bdays, xmas, new years, half birthdays, anniversaries, etc. Ugh, my life would be so much cooler if I had a button machine.