twists and turns

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Apparently there was something super interesting outside my window. Like the garbage truck.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_FfqS2AZStbQ6z-6lxumEGRVHbL2TE6CVeqM2rXDa4ohG8AdoDaBg6olJL2NA8gUb77PJd2TbIDwQf2YcJ7zIYVQZke9In-1GqdNg63uaqclMLatY9ocTBjasRglJigb8r6S2WvIGp5B3/s1600/Q1britt2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_FfqS2AZStbQ6z-6lxumEGRVHbL2TE6CVeqM2rXDa4ohG8AdoDaBg6olJL2NA8gUb77PJd2TbIDwQf2YcJ7zIYVQZke9In-1GqdNg63uaqclMLatY9ocTBjasRglJigb8r6S2WvIGp5B3/s400/Q1britt2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">shoes, jeans, & slouchy tee: american eagle outfitters. striped tunic & wide belt: forever21. cardigan: don't recall. earrings: hawaii. watch: target. bracelet: </span><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/sienahansen"><span style="font-size: x-small;">burntsiena designs</span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;">.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzQhpjpSokJuoTYF4xYASvkE5sjkxd3xFxZ9-hde__iqo6oTTCbHqmbIT3AD2myryRq-twL-OjnMJpTocs3sWIAkrupK7vtJvn0ayPz6Xukr0cYE5fLpdcurowYZiFIhzWAzLjD5ZIdjg2/s1600/Q1britt3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzQhpjpSokJuoTYF4xYASvkE5sjkxd3xFxZ9-hde__iqo6oTTCbHqmbIT3AD2myryRq-twL-OjnMJpTocs3sWIAkrupK7vtJvn0ayPz6Xukr0cYE5fLpdcurowYZiFIhzWAzLjD5ZIdjg2/s400/Q1britt3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwedb_rYQ74xckSVoBTgefthDkEPsQbZP7HT93eJqvZtJy8vzDi5woYpEFokNBD1oQhvAqdD5ki1lj7Vohyg0zelWTzEcWZcLU2llaUi3G1MaEMkIOQBqKnbaDEP1V9qIdjXEHAHoOUkIV/s1600/Q1britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwedb_rYQ74xckSVoBTgefthDkEPsQbZP7HT93eJqvZtJy8vzDi5woYpEFokNBD1oQhvAqdD5ki1lj7Vohyg0zelWTzEcWZcLU2llaUi3G1MaEMkIOQBqKnbaDEP1V9qIdjXEHAHoOUkIV/s400/Q1britt1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center">Allow me to totally geek out on you all for a minute...please? (You hesitate, probably because you're baffled as to how this would be any different from any other post on here...) So. Geek Central: I love the balance of circles-and-stripes in this outfit. Belt clasp, watch face, earrings, necklace = all circles. Tunic and the line of the sash on my head = stripes. Unexpected and maybe awesome for me here.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">And I didn't even plan it, really. Which makes me think today is going to be a normal day with pops o' fabulousness. Probably dinner will taste okay tonight. My kids won't hit each other when they argue. And my sore throat won't progress into a full-fledged cold. How could I <em>not</em> love a day like today?</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Which makes me also think that my future's looking pretty stinking bright as a psychic or fortune cookie author. "You will do great things when you take your kids to the playground and offer a crying stranger a slice of your gala apple." "You will meet someone new who has purple hair and a garage band." Sure, they're a touch specific, but that doesn't mean they won't happen...and <strike>if</strike> when they do, think how <strike>disturbing</strike> crazy-awesome that would be!!!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Happy Tuesday.<br /><br />p.s. I wore my slouchy tee backwards under the tunic today. Thoughts on that little rule-breakage?</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Want this look? You don't have to answer that. I already know. (Remember? 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twists and turns

Apparently there was something super interesting outside my window. Like the garbage truck.   shoes, jeans, & slouchy tee: american eagl...

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Just like they say in German: donkey-shins.

<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG8pk2Z09chfTJ5NL3bJyhyckVDXjH7lKppOLF_JSAkKvkkWiSVMpD0spE1zryvgm712697G0tApKYjGoX9OKQb74CfiA34cWewVtlq_UrJDlvEs_H4YLJhFn0dbg9tCk-0iqBXJ2hxhdN/s1600/D1britt3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG8pk2Z09chfTJ5NL3bJyhyckVDXjH7lKppOLF_JSAkKvkkWiSVMpD0spE1zryvgm712697G0tApKYjGoX9OKQb74CfiA34cWewVtlq_UrJDlvEs_H4YLJhFn0dbg9tCk-0iqBXJ2hxhdN/s400/D1britt3.JPG" width="355" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">  <span style="font-size: x-small;">shoes: steve madden. skirt & shirt: gap. skirt extender: </span><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/aslipshop" target="blank"><span style="font-size: x-small;">a slip shop</span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;">. cardigan: don't recall (more than a decade old). turquoise necklace: forever21. silver necklace: </span><a href="https://beta.lds.org/young-women/personal-progress?lang=eng" target="blank"><span style="font-size: x-small;">earned</span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;">.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBGYOYUfc1qjIGaU5Ra_0-9xgS938rWwg29OnfUdB5MjG-DD_XU-gstITPcZ3JTx7_1QG6wHG19O6qPY2kXZ4M_HmEkuLaXq6VpwdkV9OetmR9zSXsztNHuXLpYkq0gvqrFSlZCTS0wLd0/s1600/D1britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBGYOYUfc1qjIGaU5Ra_0-9xgS938rWwg29OnfUdB5MjG-DD_XU-gstITPcZ3JTx7_1QG6wHG19O6qPY2kXZ4M_HmEkuLaXq6VpwdkV9OetmR9zSXsztNHuXLpYkq0gvqrFSlZCTS0wLd0/s400/D1britt1.jpg" width="325" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I felt brighter/springier/fresher in this ensemble than these photos reflect. That's kind of becoming a pattern for me. Maybe I'm in denial about how my outfits actually come together? Hmm...</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9c2jWmCG7qO1-IIUsqng3PYJb9R33wEYk4fqTxYITvOV8qL36Jqw5KvOBSlMseqXsQVXApBv7QhxQimmZy7y3yM9YRHwtNj3FhM7Psbxwg8Sp3JgGIRsK-Cv4SIe3B4a4eeDKDtAPlLoB/s1600/D1britt2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="325" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9c2jWmCG7qO1-IIUsqng3PYJb9R33wEYk4fqTxYITvOV8qL36Jqw5KvOBSlMseqXsQVXApBv7QhxQimmZy7y3yM9YRHwtNj3FhM7Psbxwg8Sp3JgGIRsK-Cv4SIe3B4a4eeDKDtAPlLoB/s400/D1britt2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">This week I'm grateful for:</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">- primary kids (3-12 years old) singing their hearts out.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">- spending quality time with my husband. Like, one night we sat talking and looking out our living room windows at dusk after tucking the kids in...and before we both knew it, it was well into night-time. He makes me laugh and understands me and doesn't judge me and is my best friend. So cheesy, I know, and you can all roll your eyes, but in this weekly gratitude list, it must be said. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">- electric beaters.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">- food from a box that, actually, turns out delicious. Okay, fine, edible.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">- an 80-cents-off-a-gallon surprise coupon at the gas pump. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">- jogging.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">- sometimes not jogging.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">- my kids when they don't talk rudely. These moments are becoming sparser these days, so I'm particularly grateful when they do happen.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">- the temple.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">- big dreams.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">- going to bed by 10:30 p.m. instead of 3:30 a.m.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">- homemade oreos.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">- house slippers.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">- when my daughter compliments me, several times, on how "nice" or "cute" I look that day.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">- creative outlets, like this blog and home design projects and grantwriting.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Happy Sunday!</div>

Just like they say in German: donkey-shins.

   shoes: steve madden. skirt & shirt: gap. skirt extender: a slip shop . cardigan: don't recall (more than a decade old). turquoise...

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just a little outfit I like to call: zebra in a rain forest.

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6HK8zf_Hd9ecfFYeSfP8GUtf-WVEdIapLaesqqI3JKX-9DCRPu0-XhCW6Q-X_B9-C9Gr2q8soxuNLgMT_imn2r-kOvQp2v17Q90u2IMD95VdUeHTguZRLp45y83bBmgMQpDdEYjq9RXoW/s1600/F1britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="340" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6HK8zf_Hd9ecfFYeSfP8GUtf-WVEdIapLaesqqI3JKX-9DCRPu0-XhCW6Q-X_B9-C9Gr2q8soxuNLgMT_imn2r-kOvQp2v17Q90u2IMD95VdUeHTguZRLp45y83bBmgMQpDdEYjq9RXoW/s400/F1britt1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">boots: (all together now) target. tights & necklace: don't recall. skirt: gap. tunic & belt: forever21. cardigan: the limited. bracelet: open jewelry market in hawaii.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIdGY257NmSirZ3PgkwNaP-Tfhk0FZ__tEAxah0VHs3g6XUrSqnD7qNEi7NDG0WYDvebvCbL7q3Z6hIcoAnBdc7Nv1W7kMsEEXscbYezNy85qhshZPd6oQRFH0Dk8BZzLGo0apFFW9aaWq/s1600/F1britt4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIdGY257NmSirZ3PgkwNaP-Tfhk0FZ__tEAxah0VHs3g6XUrSqnD7qNEi7NDG0WYDvebvCbL7q3Z6hIcoAnBdc7Nv1W7kMsEEXscbYezNy85qhshZPd6oQRFH0Dk8BZzLGo0apFFW9aaWq/s400/F1britt4.jpg" width="340" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuyqoThWclghGwwpCedMuxJtwBB1n3YW8GWvQNNLmnWF1M7jeWJwqed3T1oUxcbvmz3ZvI3MvVWOKkQiXbNbBm4K-CdUv_ePba7qzwCs-WSgDQVTajwM2v47jzn3-N_6zR5O1zDwmFv3nY/s1600/F1britt2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="340" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuyqoThWclghGwwpCedMuxJtwBB1n3YW8GWvQNNLmnWF1M7jeWJwqed3T1oUxcbvmz3ZvI3MvVWOKkQiXbNbBm4K-CdUv_ePba7qzwCs-WSgDQVTajwM2v47jzn3-N_6zR5O1zDwmFv3nY/s400/F1britt2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">So many style blogs out there have beautiful photos. The outfits are good, too, but the photography itself is straight-up eye candy. I'm very impressed.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And then...there's this blog. Self-timer, same exact backdrop every day. Sure, the poses are slightly modified on the daily, but all in all, the only thing that really changes around here is what I'm wearing. (And, FINE, the zit placement on my face. Blugh.) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">There are loads of cool photog sites in my town, and I've toyed with the idea of branching out. But I've decided against it for a few reasons: (1) As much as I love you all, I'm just too lazy to tote kids around to take some photos of myself. (2) I'm lazy. (3) I have kids. (4) Did I mention I'm lazy? "Lazy with Children"...sweet name for a TV show... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's just about all I can do to get these pics snapped in the morning whilst the kids dine on a fabulous homemade breakfast (homemade by a man named General Mills...ever heard of him?). I'm not making excuses, I'm just saying. That's why I photog, day in and day out, in this spot in my house: it's convenient and I can multitask while doing it. Bam. Done and done. Still in the Mother of the Year running.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But that's not to say these self-photo shoots run like clockwork every day. Even in this controlled environment, complications arise. Like this morning. But it's the cutest, most free-spirited little complication I've ever seen: </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh68DC1HRtezKL1EgQPPMgOez0zV8xtWgAqF1TJQtMTZ-Jyo42wiVEOOkI56HD6xuZlSiSgh2arHViIhuRhRxVT1AG-Fqp0iSbPvmIljhCbncCsEShUsPIzb-fCcyk0O3y0RPTRVAkkOuOR/s1600/F1britt3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh68DC1HRtezKL1EgQPPMgOez0zV8xtWgAqF1TJQtMTZ-Jyo42wiVEOOkI56HD6xuZlSiSgh2arHViIhuRhRxVT1AG-Fqp0iSbPvmIljhCbncCsEShUsPIzb-fCcyk0O3y0RPTRVAkkOuOR/s400/F1britt3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Happy Thursday.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Want this look? Check out similar items below: </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="background: white; border-bottom: #bfbfbf 1px solid; border-left: #bfbfbf 1px solid; border-right: #bfbfbf 1px solid; border-top: #bfbfbf 1px solid; display: block; position: relative; width: 430px;"><iframe frameborder="0" height="150" scrolling="no" src="http://widget.shopstyle.com/widget?pid=uid6676-2041974-73&look=2860284&size=Small&width=6&height=1&layouttype=0&border=0&footer=0" width="430"></iframe><br /><div style="bottom: 2px; height: 18px; left: 0px; line-height: 12px; position: absolute; width: 100%;"><div style="left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px; position: absolute;"><a href="http://www.shopstyle.com/browse/Lily-White#pid=uid6676-2041974-73" style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; color: #606060; font: 11px verdana, sans-serif; text-decoration: underline;">More Lily White...</a></div><div style="padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 3px; position: absolute; right: 0px;"><a href="http://www.shopstyle.com/#pid=uid6676-2041974-73" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;"><img alt="ShopStyle" src="http://resources.shopstyle.com/im/widget/ShopStyleLogo_powered_small.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></img></a></div></div></div></div>

just a little outfit I like to call: zebra in a rain forest.

  boots: (all together now) target. tights & necklace: don't recall. skirt: gap. tunic & belt: forever21. cardigan: the limited....

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i feel like i'm forgetting something...

<div align="center">it's my birthday today. addie's helping me with this post. she's sporting her favorite kitty pjs and her not-favorite-but-moderately-clean bib. i think i should include her everyday. she's stinking cute.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR2U3sFt51RFVmkC9RG3k32tx2T-trKUaZW3qwXsJUWSrxX94MpYWYmKs2LVSRCZQD9CJyn-5oy2rFJTnVaY35YfQxKaRPknDhrtnXuLn1isKRjXf0S7F9XTK2AERbPMShHLGX5Yq_y0gl/s1600/CC1britt2.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554286528937283154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR2U3sFt51RFVmkC9RG3k32tx2T-trKUaZW3qwXsJUWSrxX94MpYWYmKs2LVSRCZQD9CJyn-5oy2rFJTnVaY35YfQxKaRPknDhrtnXuLn1isKRjXf0S7F9XTK2AERbPMShHLGX5Yq_y0gl/s400/CC1britt2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEillkUkzA49VmOfyxzIaR8oDDEyc9R2V3wtR6p94lq3PQ8uFFCCK2yBsveFo3vc9sw677m9KAYRHV9-tIjval0qfvmIWvYMebdCC6fL2E7GQZRi9ELHnyQHiC906E6eHSuUt0OB4jDr4DMh/s1600/CC1britt3.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554286428493945234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEillkUkzA49VmOfyxzIaR8oDDEyc9R2V3wtR6p94lq3PQ8uFFCCK2yBsveFo3vc9sw677m9KAYRHV9-tIjval0qfvmIWvYMebdCC6fL2E7GQZRi9ELHnyQHiC906E6eHSuUt0OB4jDr4DMh/s400/CC1britt3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 348px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><span style="font-size: 78%;"> boots: target. jeans: bullhead brand (?). belt: forever 21. vneck: old navy. cardigan: the limited. scarf & necklace: no idea. hair thing: smiths marketplace.</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv4l0IlRVzLFZ18gAm9eY6QS79n9u-14o1m10bUIMgeRrz1dtdeudfSXDP1gLcsYkmM2EvtrAd3ZB8ygifnpQP4sEFCITGwR58JRlfbFIVDOmj0p5LrAvveEsRiqAmDt0mCP4kXuQnJ1d_/s1600/CC1britt1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554286098433259570" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv4l0IlRVzLFZ18gAm9eY6QS79n9u-14o1m10bUIMgeRrz1dtdeudfSXDP1gLcsYkmM2EvtrAd3ZB8ygifnpQP4sEFCITGwR58JRlfbFIVDOmj0p5LrAvveEsRiqAmDt0mCP4kXuQnJ1d_/s400/CC1britt1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGHk0Luw6Z2GNaGJTi45v6SxCNwytcOGU5EReN6uDX9k-RusrDY3Z3H3Fx_Hq61Pl0qAjyj-GowIa6q2T1s0TZ_LUXIC-mXsfII2w5rsTbFm45At7rMl5_V0P916_6JzUsSAGzqM-ntm-x/s1600/CC1britt4.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554285968274986498" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGHk0Luw6Z2GNaGJTi45v6SxCNwytcOGU5EReN6uDX9k-RusrDY3Z3H3Fx_Hq61Pl0qAjyj-GowIa6q2T1s0TZ_LUXIC-mXsfII2w5rsTbFm45At7rMl5_V0P916_6JzUsSAGzqM-ntm-x/s400/CC1britt4.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 348px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>Can you guess how old I am? I'll give you a hint: it's subtly displayed in one of the cheesy photos above. Got it? Yep, 31. I'm strangely not really affected by birthdays. I don't go through this "wow, I'm getting sooooo oooooold" phase, I don't spend a lot of time in reflection about where my life has been and/or is headed, and I don't worry about wrinkles and grey hairs. Which I don't think I have yet, but the only reason why is (a) I don't consider smile lines wrinkles, and (b) my hair is a strange mix of colors in which grey, even if it's present, is overshadowed and outnumbered.<br /><br /></div><div align="center">Probably, I'm just not mature enough to spend time in arbitrary deep thought when there's fun to be had with my favorite people.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Oooh, but one thing that IS obvious about my getting older is my wandering brain. Actually, sometimes it's not even wandering. It's shut down completely, on bed rest with only a catheter to funnel the random bits of information that have been known, on occasion, to spew forth.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">[Editor's note: Eww. My apologies for the analogy. Normally I wouldn't allow such lapses in publishing judgment, but it IS her birthday after all. And she's kind of a diva on her birthday. Breaks all sorts of rules this time of year, as you witnessed first-hand <a href="http://adayinlifetoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-market-to-market.html">yesterday</a>.]</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">So, anyway. I plan on going sledding and playing in the snow and eating all sorts of scrumptious foods in very large quantities. So I wore black. It's slimming, right? [Editor's note: Ehhhh...slimming, maybe. An invisibility cloak? No.] Paired with a vertically striped sweater to elongate my frame (and to camoflauge the inevitable wideness-o-belly that will ensue today), I think it'll do the trick.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Seriously, you guys, can you tell I'm a little distracted today? And happy? Because it's Christmas Eve!! And we should all be doing something other than peering into our computer screens today. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Happy Friday.</div><br /></div>

i feel like i'm forgetting something...

it's my birthday today. addie's helping me with this post. she's sporting her favorite kitty pjs and her not-favorite-but-modera...

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