larger than life

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvSGBYhdExn_RzzoTyWh7Qfb0TG8he28IpiOMX7lEHoQ_LaTqo2RpRkXhcemMK9wrIYomqeTEbLNdJyR5OQmi3jUnL-CL-U607AKKNFI-Ly4VQ9-e1IG_fymND4vZRkoTx4nkEVEka51qR/s1600/R1britt4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvSGBYhdExn_RzzoTyWh7Qfb0TG8he28IpiOMX7lEHoQ_LaTqo2RpRkXhcemMK9wrIYomqeTEbLNdJyR5OQmi3jUnL-CL-U607AKKNFI-Ly4VQ9-e1IG_fymND4vZRkoTx4nkEVEka51qR/s400/R1britt4.JPG" width="321" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">shoes: converse brand. leggings: old navy. skirt: thrifted & modified. shirt: gap. watch: target. bracelets: forever21.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfW18cHWSxTOCfqmXNMk_My3Ic7FVnTnsq5PTkpenJkGaU2DrETyjF00oWp760lCJH0twtIYjUZt8vTdqWFB9BIRH4pIcZfb2T-3_J7upyE-n7ISWf8IkRNNasrRn8fqNziPtFaAzeOMc2/s1600/R1britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfW18cHWSxTOCfqmXNMk_My3Ic7FVnTnsq5PTkpenJkGaU2DrETyjF00oWp760lCJH0twtIYjUZt8vTdqWFB9BIRH4pIcZfb2T-3_J7upyE-n7ISWf8IkRNNasrRn8fqNziPtFaAzeOMc2/s400/R1britt1.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid1IYn5qNuXdtsPLPi_p0sQaxWakwGsITP4LWmHDbFLWRBBe8ftH-gFwSvuUJ3jkXvAIxTTvx1DQxDK_mphW_44rH6fhVebH-PAVebfDKO5QoT_hUvOd0z2ecPm5VRQDj-ah7GFnVTdKhF/s1600/R1britt3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid1IYn5qNuXdtsPLPi_p0sQaxWakwGsITP4LWmHDbFLWRBBe8ftH-gFwSvuUJ3jkXvAIxTTvx1DQxDK_mphW_44rH6fhVebH-PAVebfDKO5QoT_hUvOd0z2ecPm5VRQDj-ah7GFnVTdKhF/s400/R1britt3.JPG" width="290" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">So our across-the-street neighbors had a yard sale on Saturday because they're moving. I got a set of jumper cables for $2, which I'm appreciative of, but beyond that I'm pretty mad at them.* </div><div style="text-align: center;">[*Neighbs, if you're reading this, know I'm not really mad at you. Just, y'know, at the <em>situation</em>.]</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My kids really really wanted to go to their yard sale after my jumper cable purchase, so they all got themselves dressed and their chores done (a prerequisite for such an excursion), and my daughter found her wallet in which all three kids' collective earnings were stored. I stayed in the kitchen doing the dishes, leaving the front door open and my ears hearing this:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">[nothing for a while, then my son's adorable voice explaining] "Yeah, but we only have a five-dollar and two one-dollars, so I guess we can't buy it." </div><div style="text-align: center;">[muffled voices heard over my sigh of relief that more stuff was <em>not</em> going to be accumulated as a result of this venture]<br />[relative silence for about 3 minutes]</div><div style="text-align: center;">[kids enter the house; girls are squealing, son is grunting as he plops THIS in the entryway]:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzv_-X-gFNm6x4L_28M6gx_1pfmwOM-HXBB1R6PkHKpxtOe1__47mpO3qaU9xPjnPY7OrCE7-RHGbzpT0BY-RVHv2uq-gM-Z88ywZ_LD2YvAWVDDIYnsUaDzQIhyphenhyphenX8ZJqYEla5jD2hr2P_/s1600/R1britt2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzv_-X-gFNm6x4L_28M6gx_1pfmwOM-HXBB1R6PkHKpxtOe1__47mpO3qaU9xPjnPY7OrCE7-RHGbzpT0BY-RVHv2uq-gM-Z88ywZ_LD2YvAWVDDIYnsUaDzQIhyphenhyphenX8ZJqYEla5jD2hr2P_/s400/R1britt2.JPG" width="327" /></a></div><div align="center">I'm less than thrilled about it. The thing's enormous. The kids couldn't be more proud of themselves. (Their grampa's proud of their "wheelin-and-dealin," but their grampa doesn't have a life-size stuffed animal in his house, either. So.)<br /><br />If you need me, I'll be smashing down walls for an extension to fit the new guy. Or dropping one of the kiddos off in a basket on the neighbor's porch. One of the two; I haven't decided.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Happy Monday.<br /><br />Want this look? 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larger than life

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Luke, I'm not your father.

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjby3iL4-W-d60Y6ggxRpmcjhm_zgS30Hn3ffEiIyEUpICj6DjfXgJaPnwIWCeap0RfQd2NIpCerYOF7k6dUuvT2L_J0SIluHKCYua-UyyEAmODudEzOV6tqcUKZAah1au8QSH7JM06S1S0/s1600/J2britt4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjby3iL4-W-d60Y6ggxRpmcjhm_zgS30Hn3ffEiIyEUpICj6DjfXgJaPnwIWCeap0RfQd2NIpCerYOF7k6dUuvT2L_J0SIluHKCYua-UyyEAmODudEzOV6tqcUKZAah1au8QSH7JM06S1S0/s640/J2britt4.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">shoes: steve madden. cutoffs: express. undershirt: downeast basics. shirt: american eagle. bracelet: forever21.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpL0vgIkLC-onHoWU5HZxBVZztd-zIzJNjT3aX7bUf0ZxXxh6uf6HlsJuyOywuCCLW5U0p_AC70nEnsp4ohqA8rilxR6RP39gUHH8RysLqjkztcaQPtT_tc1NfbfjFEpdX1qN1P09rPt9S/s1600/J2britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpL0vgIkLC-onHoWU5HZxBVZztd-zIzJNjT3aX7bUf0ZxXxh6uf6HlsJuyOywuCCLW5U0p_AC70nEnsp4ohqA8rilxR6RP39gUHH8RysLqjkztcaQPtT_tc1NfbfjFEpdX1qN1P09rPt9S/s640/J2britt1.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVXBz-5GGpZX239e07qSZMfDnN01HaT0s-oh5e98STBXVjQ3ITSko6oiyZ12z6PjQAbHDMv_c1rReIamC9PhrjYe5g0aUqhBdIfXpNTUpBjlQl30ddYc9mBj6nalgmGCXehfAShzdXPIxT/s1600/J2britt3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVXBz-5GGpZX239e07qSZMfDnN01HaT0s-oh5e98STBXVjQ3ITSko6oiyZ12z6PjQAbHDMv_c1rReIamC9PhrjYe5g0aUqhBdIfXpNTUpBjlQl30ddYc9mBj6nalgmGCXehfAShzdXPIxT/s640/J2britt3.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1xJAAF25SUZdszt1KEDAezjuV12kHV09kSEH9OYqCdFwAIqPVFYprd77GtV04t7I7Rqy_9RmHTMklRHClrDS2rNUtYOaBTfGe_frPKb-17XuOv0ibyaYiOGZa0a7ah1X72X8e_OM1-B50/s1600/J2britt2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1xJAAF25SUZdszt1KEDAezjuV12kHV09kSEH9OYqCdFwAIqPVFYprd77GtV04t7I7Rqy_9RmHTMklRHClrDS2rNUtYOaBTfGe_frPKb-17XuOv0ibyaYiOGZa0a7ah1X72X8e_OM1-B50/s640/J2britt2.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">Jumping-off point for this ensemble was the fact that I'd shaved my legs. Plus it was hot. Got ourselves a two-fer in the Why I Will Wear Shorts Today department. The only protest, as far as I could tell, is the fact that my legs are a pale shade of white that hovers uncomfortably between "ghost" and "dead."</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">To which protestations I say: Bring on the death march then. And also fame, because I'm pretty sure my legs inspired the pasty makeup job of Darth Vadar's mask-removed face near the end of Return of the Jedi. Which, in my humble opinion, was and remains the best Star Wars movie of them all. Mostly because the ewoks are cute. And Jabba the Hut is can't-look-away revolting.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I sound like a Trekkie, don't I. Er, not a "trekkie," actually, but rather I sound like whatever the name would be for the Star Wars version of an obsessed fanatic. I'm really not, and the fact that I have no intergalactic name for myself, or accompanying powers, proves it.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">And, although I may or may not use the quote, "Do or do not; there is no try" on a weekly basis in casual conversation, I can safely assure you that it's almost always in reference to my hearty consumption of entire bags of pnut m&ms...</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Happy Monday.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Want this look? 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Luke, I'm not your father.

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"mom, I found an owie for my bandaid!!" phew. I was worried.

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBUODdw52yOCdhlF56283nXW5Khf7Df3BY76EiG9zHgv7Q7JVayl1xz_Lo32d9fU991TuhCTnXQXbljD9VEPh8U_o0-Zj8Csw_UF4vs_QjAjynmElZob2AA7SzE_0md32XwEz7ccUDC2Mz/s1600/R1britt2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="386" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">shoes: thrifted. shorts: gap (and, ahem, modified). shirt: american eagle. earrings: gift/handmade. makeup: NONE.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMSVylfOleLthn6cZM2Sasts6I_N-vzdyaVtIvJIDNqEz7RKAdCjPwP6HOD6rgzsyiWiDh2xeLtlwTaBFf7OaRVhHmQyzhiz7-6nhfXXg5Uhkiha4MdS8q5ks6v0VXT7yNySCqsQjKI5Tk/s1600/R1britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO3S1DvlzCHg-NlhN89XMboje3FF4fv4S0aKSt0VdZy-1ZS9ncifBfOpVE6PAgl1n9-5Vl001PlMvf32Lnky5PRsl5otgqelJuBcsfsqjbsKivMX3UjqPrckoZrVrsieldy2C1qNL23KWu/s1600/R1britt3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" /></a></div><div align="center">I spent all day yesterday in the throes of domesticity. Meaning I sewed together some denim squares (that my mom cut out) into quiltishness. Meaning I made dinner from scratch (bacon and eggs and toast). Meaning I transferred one load of laundry from washer to dryer (not folded yet, but still.). Meaning that when the kids and I built awesomeness out of blocks in the basement I thought about enforcing a pick-up time (but then didn't). Meaning I showered (at 3 p.m.).</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Not to brag, but I think this proves that I've got the whole keep-house-and-raise-children thing down pat. Next thing you know, I'll be vacuuming the stairs <em>and </em>combing my girls' hair on the same day. I know, I know. <em>Easy there, tiger.</em> But a girl's got to have goals.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">In the meantime, you'll find me honing my how-to-get-your-kid-to-take-naps skills. Which isn't as hard as some child-development experts make it seem. I've found that it merely involves: Me. Taking a nap.</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? Click on stuff below...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="position:relative; border:1px solid #bfbfbf; background:white; width:430px;display:block;"><iframe width="430" height="150" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://widget.shopstyle.com/widget?pid=uid6676-2041974-73&look=3480427&size=Small&width=6&height=1&layouttype=0&border=0&footer=0"></iframe><div style="position:absolute; left:0; bottom:2px; height:18px; line-height:12px; width:100%;"><div style="position:absolute; left:0; padding:2px 0 0 6px"><a href="http://www.shopstyle.com/browse/Ed-Hardy#pid=uid6676-2041974-73" style="font:11px verdana,sans-serif;text-decoration:underline;border:0;background-color:transparent;color:#606060">More Ed Hardy...</a></div><div style="position:absolute; right:0; padding:3px 4px 3px 0"><a href="http://www.shopstyle.com#pid=uid6676-2041974-73" style="border:0"><img alt="ShopStyle" src="http://resources.shopstyle.com/im/widget/ShopStyleLogo_powered_small.png" style="border:0;margin:0;padding:0"></img></a></div></div></div></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div>

"mom, I found an owie for my bandaid!!" phew. I was worried.

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smells like Middle-aged Spirit...

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidtgO-k9kWCnx_iagFvcfBU3EEwZzSlgE0Uk3wUrbifxpnXjqphoGe9JTesw1WVH8HOw9r9nR8pTVPNmLAV9oW2afjf1Tx9zOpWCG5RbNb0E3Vajnga03rSrh7Bd5pIeuOq9hQdjHtoYU7/s1600/S1britt3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwWytqHToqwkse_ZSnBUTuEQgKc6zlZrQaL3B4qNBZsvVNE1xxxZxIpt8fZ_FC65WPLzKx2GEa8M_OH5cePueHT8VEGh2EaGA6GHloawsfOKZc1e9nA5HyqpjuM4soKnck9oBi8-TMDwRd/s1600/S1britt2a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="350" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">shoes: converse brand. skirt: american eagle. shirt: old navy. necklace: forever21. hair flower barrettes: gift. bracelet: hawaii. belt: son's old Halloween pirate costume (thrifted).</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIhlbTM3UpcxOWC3Ya91ti8w4GoW9K3ns6fjxhctGS_TihiGi0aM3-TrQZ8TPDhO5H8yrGFkaMPJhK2DfF6jhla1YSJkaG6bDZIZJaA5DUfCvxQLt6kDA6ro0vqTqmoZp8Pqb25p_SQYLd/s1600/S1britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" /></a></div><div align="center">It's that time of the month again, ladies. No, not <em>that </em>time of the month. I mean the time for <a href="http://www.everybodyeverywear.com/challenges/view/yellow" target="blank">Everybody, Everywhere</a> to wear yellow. And so I did. Do. Will. Five miles uphill both ways in snow that was waist-deep with nothing but holey socks for shoes...<br /><br />I'm getting old, friends. Here's proof: (a) I turned off the radio in the car because it was "too much racket." (b) I used the phrase "too much racket." (c) I can't eat as many cinnamon bears as I used to. (d) I don't even want to. (e) I go to bed before the summer sun does. (f) I spied some off-white geriatric shoes the other day and thought of ways I could style them because they looked soooooo comfy. (g) My hip pops and creaks when I get up from the couch... (h) ...a process that takes about 14 minutes and involves a lot of huffing and puffing and heaving and rocking back to propel myself up-and-off. (i) I went for comfy over styled for this yellow challenge. I know what you're thinking <em>("well, floss my dentures and chew my flaxseeds!")</em> because that's what I thought, too.<br /><br />Also...Remember back when I started the 30x30? Somehow, I only ended up with 23 items. I don't know if the others were in the wash, or if I just lost them altogether and forgot about them or what...but I realized yesterday that, no, my aging eyes were not deceiving me and that, yes, I was staring at the same things over and over. And over. And those things numbered only 23. Alzheimers ahoy.<br /><br />So. It's almost 4:00. Time to think about eating some dinner. Preferably something involving bran and greens. (Could I make any more stereotypical old-people references in this post? Doubtful...)<br /><br />Happy Tuesday!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.everybodyeverywear.com/challenges/view/yellow"><img height="50" src="http://www.everybodyeverywear.com/photos/iwwcAAA.png" width="200" /></a><br /><br />Want this look? </div>

smells like Middle-aged Spirit...

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i've thought about it...and i think maybe money CAN buy happiness.

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbh90NDsOzGxaixrum3IV_CRtF1GFsu5eqi1S_R1Zt3DO4AploLiUz4ErfU0Gq4uZRDIMSK-nnoPPj_YZlCzSc82z9-3W0IuzaXq6UWGz89Mm3jaL-D3MsBBvKn7s5f9hqBqM4sT9hp41D/s1600/T2britt2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifsmapYdO0TEtCganlBXYcffX-nq9VH7_sazoZEAoxkmyy3Z4R18-h_DU27uqamsOnxmz-OXlZxTXgMSbZzLhqgImPkau99ih6vAPQBxY1h7YhBZ5apBDsWZORFwM4Enlf9rZddRaYKCVL/s1600/T2britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">shoes & shirt: forever21. shorts: american eagle. belt: thrifted (american eagle). </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjimVVrlOtfZXMS-C0-xN5A3RO5rwZMyKVweiLsb8lXcfFOYYcGi0-fWbIOknmo-qpXAq84CgboNsaWzqbdxLLKCS0krc-QqFT0-D0hLNNMaz7A4xjNuz8pmdhL8Ok_0HcDHXbiD7K8codt/s1600/T2britt3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><em>Is the greyishness of my legs in these photos as disturbing to you as it is to me? Yes? Even moreso? Oh. Okay. Just checking.</em><br /><br />This ensemble couldn't be more yawn-worthy than if I'd dressed in head-to-toe pocketed khakiwear. And even that would've been an upgrade, because let's be honest--pockets! They hold everything, like chapstick and a camera and money and lint and the back of an earring that you thought you'd never see again but, lo and behold, there it is right next to the couch, but don't feel too bad that you hadn't seen it there before because those spilled popcorn kernels were keeping it well camoflauged. So. Pockets = A+.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">The only thing this outfit has going for it is the fact that today's almost over, and the clothes will all hit the laundry hamper in a few short hours. It's like a time-out for clothes. "You just sit there and you think about what you've done today, young lady shirt." </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">But some outfits are like that, and I embrace that fact. Know what else I embrace? When a hairstyle has been going for a few hours, and there's some natural "falling out" happening, like on the opposite side of my side ponytail here. I like how it's lived-in casual, it's effortless, yet still (kind of) pretty and approachable. And also, it's a step up from this guy...maybe:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN_vDzs1VTfSCbc1Vw1BjdyQnoRS4rPIaw4t1Llugq4UoUHrUMdTxFRvNB1DyYP8kWJ4NU0XFB3Dv8Wrw3C0xRyTXry0KBpNIyrQVd4fbAwvrtqIXJfBA60hm64X_SRX8Jk9n_0Mb-6dzD/s1600/Crazy_Hair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" /></a></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Happy Tuesday.</div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Want this look? Check out similar stuff below...</span></div><div 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=3467055&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/American-Eagle#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 American Eagle...</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>

i've thought about it...and i think maybe money CAN buy happiness.

  shoes & shirt: forever21. shorts: american eagle. belt: thrifted (american eagle). Is the greyishness of my legs in these photos as di...

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SOMEtimes, though, it just might be better never than late...

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm sniffing the plethora of flowers in the photo below. Now, knowing what I do about what my face looks like when I do this, I may never catch a floral aroma again. You're welcome, casual observers who inhabit the world.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4TZeqTuewS2b8HvvGm6aNWHTYWxFzahjKq0WX9lHfyY-IdPZbnUVIpY4Aob9UoPJSiJW3mYHB7B0nYdSLj0eQzhHLgcKTuUgkT1HbEAo8OoREcCLAGBc27Mv2Y7VFBC5kKLnX_mw2KUdJ/s1600/U1britt2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXpD76ADRKsiKJ-JGdqXgU_e0Go-dW3lElpOB4XUxtS4IS3fNY5kDMX1yi2i40sOMdsPwaUyTsZUhxWQPrVsfT_YE7o7zsBzQ_VoS_tOFMunAn2xKq6O6LEAsrEAg7civi3ebwoXk9pVI9/s1600/U1britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> shoes: forever21. pants: gap. shirt: j.crew. bracelet & earrings: hawaii. necklace: don't recall. flower hair clip: downeast basics.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZRgupQJECJG-UNGMBJbtxM4kekY3EITWV_TXVhErBQ5mpTIe3C43yBfbSYtdGIPJ-SbmiEohlDJVn5UJzkW3FTNxH00MJ6Vjcq_qyhKxi10RAuWzp2lPoYLsjQlEMgQHCWzr8K49K2Kn7/s1600/U1britt3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" /></a></div><div align="center">So I have a million and one excuses, guys, for not posting for a few days. All of which require 18 minutes' worth of back-information, beginning with "I was born on a cold December day..." I'll spare you all and blame it on Blogger instead. Deal? (Answer: I see your deal and raise you a sympathetic nod.)</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I know it's Sunday today, and I was clothed for church (*phew*). Funny story [Editor's note: I should never preface a story like that. It only gets expectations waaaay too high. I should've simply said "A story" or even just started into the recall with no preamble of all. I realize this, yet I trudge on bravely regardless. I know. So brave.]:</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I work with the children at my church, teaching them songs and stuff. One of the visual aids I was using had a mom paper doll that my 5-year-old had colored for me. She (the mom) happened to have green hair. Fine, whatever, I love color and creativity, so that's just great. A cute 7-year-old at church chose the mom paper doll from the pile and replied, all adult-like, "She must be a mom of our times." Oh, must she? Because, apparently, all the cool moms have green hair. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">On an unrelated note, I don't know if I'll be taking photos of my head/hair anymore. And also, I have no idea what happened to all the green food coloring... </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Happy Sunday!</div>

SOMEtimes, though, it just might be better never than late...

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sometimes i don't WANT to make lemonade...

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUI2cmXn0-gxwz_B8yP8QwPXKK6GkyuGBEOjin80l3p3T6wIDwhT1RTOYC_MIm1qQhYuCyl3FS90Xj0rRhwPZvvTg2QfPw_-Wr29kB_d-pFhPWlutymKgE4vbNZtTWsW_JSMWAfg_P13C4/s1600/W1britt2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicDpD5JFPKbKYlcb6cWKnWCC6jc8LrEY742MMi5F04Kzm5U6zAcQv7CinXlsY51C3rT4kf7ZmKPdWvwmmKHsJ60xePhnxcvOY74jkX5GQRR0wqCuW56fnmF6GeVAc5IWr8RnzEbTVky7E3/s1600/W1britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">shoes, belt, & bracelets: forever21. skirt: thrifted. 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;">. shirt: j.crew. watch: target. necklace: don't recall.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-P0Mc29MsFog0pl7zKiNpY7pQVTgR1yveuwlnH9uAYsqi-TEO7oElSFBLsYX4UDaV0B7F82-97Oq38nPC6eLllm7qodCggbkq1s-6ghtU2Gu4-0iKt4P3Com5QLbzVEoUYnSTVH5UQ40-/s1600/W1britt3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I apologize for this ensemble. Not much thought went into it or the pics. Why? Read on...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So, apparently a sprinkler pipe in our yard has been broken for a little while. Because our guest bedroom, which I went in yesterday to prepare for my parents' arrival at our house, had flooded. Not super badly (heaven knows plenty of people around here have it much, much worse in the flooding department this year), but enough that our only option was to pull up the carpet and borrow about 14 enormous fans to try to dry everything out. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Guess what smells worse than wet carpet? You might think "a gassy dog" or "dairy farms" or "burnt coffee cake batter" (don't ask), and those things are very, ah, aromatically disturbing. But the answer I'm looking for is actually "very very wet carpet." Bingo. I know this first-hand. Look into my tired, bloodshot eyes and see my wrinkled nose and believe.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sighhhh... Our house flooded big-time two years ago while we were on vacation, and my husband and I have since had a knee-jerk aversion to water. This recent indoor swimming pool brings back all sorts of memories.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You know, sometimes we come to a crossroads in life, where the decision made will affect the rest of our lives. This is one of them: from here on out, I'll hydrate my children, and lawn, with hand-poured teaspoonfuls of gatorade. If you need me, I'll be out front, watering our square foot of grass.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Happy Thursday...?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Want this look? 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sometimes i don't WANT to make lemonade...

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when i'm an old woman, i will wear purple...and prolly some teal, too.

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwFm_gqjehn9VjUPt_BVYyKIkxSru54rvESvF13eVivLg-yBM7ivE34sKcLjpwkG1nStKHPsDtcsgIlWVk-hZW1CEP_bUhUqo3uPSoi96jpU2vF6oabkzc_v7NKuqUmt2dx6xh0OapDODe/s1600/X1britt4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj92mJJYqVY-oWFdAuoJOenAFKbXvcbYNDFTHk7LRobvas8XfyOhqELgTN816oF1EyQ7k9fSeT7bu6LjqTofcjbcvE-yCtHw7CCBndpR_HgVI2k4cwYGDh4PzjKz8AuIeCzHA2eJbPie3dl/s1600/X1britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">shoes & headband: forever21. shorts: gap (modified and improved upon over the years). shirt & sash: gap. bracelets: hawaii & </span><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/sienahansen" target="blank"><span style="font-size: x-small;">burntsiena designs</span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;">. earrings: hawaii.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirUZEY2QdVA2jkrFtk3Isbs-8L9zonOylLdyyvElKUap2zHgUZ9S8xIsQ4d7FKOp5Cz7w5117fryyzUwf06q0SVJ_L0Oyfeujb1yGsMO2iouQf9sqzuJ-VRHMpMiPdHrsNIrovVyNRNJV0/s1600/X1britt3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsttLRgTSYsUtUelMHmjOXjvBMsOu8B9sWVx8nUj5N7CFmqxZZ9TvZRoH4zzKVtGteOYs-WpPMp9udFTLCu11toh8LEGd7GHIlcuWr3Tq8dlLNJmT-xhoYSnU53ruqOm838XGNc5tnM0T7/s1600/X1britt2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hang in there, Mom." This was said to me by a 70-year-old woman as she politely sidestepped my screaming toddler who was making herself comfortable and, shall we say, universally audible on the store's entry rug. The tantrum was understandable and totally justified, of course. They all are. I do horrible things like make her wear shoes in public and not let her shoplift candy. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That being said...I can't always blame her. Sometimes I feel like throwing myself onto the ground, too, and flailing my appendages and screaming until someone hands me a bag of m&ms and carries me to the car to go home and take a nap.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mmmmm. A nap...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">ANYwho. This is what I'm wearing today. Channeling my inner '80s upbringing via purple (shirt), teal (jewelry), and white (legs). Because it's never too late to bring back Mr. Roboto.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Happy Wednesday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">p.s. For those of who who've wondered about my jumping shots...they're not all glorious (although they all apparently do share the same facial expression). Today's took 3 attempts to get it right. Here. Because I love you. More than my dignity, apparently...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr6FxDFrRkTQ_oPmM24Loez6ERaG77TGF-ualxEnv87yPE20CSv1NmZ7kZQXdAILjkzczCa3JwI_43rwpx6N6NaRZ699UqNpFbdIzkEVuvi-dQVRxqvqWlVhajmsBwzbMwM4VEc8giWdPw/s1600/X1britt5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Want this look? 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when i'm an old woman, i will wear purple...and prolly some teal, too.

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something old, new, borrowed, blue...and painted

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX6R6nqYzDtYk7vHccqaGa8u4FI8oiW0qXJcC865BnbmWlcqskyB4ZanpR2ntuBb3kE510eHQW4lztndQycM-bBr_jhUhgiMUKYyzLZQC8Rpv6x8KNzAGNk51F0IbNFtvyK687vLfvJdTZ/s1600/F1britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiip10Zzx1deBMOuvxnpy37PA3hKNNQCmx6RuIxnvvL_XviLvEfjcGSNV-wBUH94YUwVzzIW9rbpimjm0UTBuWoct2LzSmiU9O9cp3TJ2OXEKJ5oRigthkJroeHP8p60bk51DRkTM_lIWO/s1600/F1britt3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">shoes & necklace: forever21. shorts: who knows, who cares. shirt: old navy. earrings: hawaii. bracelets: a zillion places.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwp_QZrzGdSB55lXQNM8bovKz7DixVbTUGe9T6GOBsoU5v_pO9ICSp07TvkfYW139BIAO2_nTUtQL14zLJTN2Wfn6iXDtF_PqVUaP-d4mamLJxZciz4DD83Z0O2Dhj3xRsSarAwAHeSRC1/s1600/F1britt2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX4pAGPqxc-vPJAjwQFreG8RM-9yJp2Wt629QxmjS1cvGvFlU4zeaWwJWiSmFdslVetjd-BzqEGsyDt8O_dlq6NPmjOMg_p0bopQXmuUB6R0xpcTq9n9fVixppVhG0gj_wDKvwFKVk30Wr/s1600/F1britt4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" /></a></div><div align="center">I wrote a post to accompany these pics last night, full of snappy wit and self-deprecation. The brunt of my jokes were centered on these paint-splattered shorts, which I happen to love but which are, shall we say, white trash. Which makes for some good jokes, I have to say.</div><div align="center">But Blogger ate the post, and I'm too lazy to write it again. So do me a favor: smile real big, spontaneously, as you read the next few words. Maybe even chuckle a little and shake your head, if you're a head-shaker-while-laughing kinda girl. (Or guy. But let's be honest. If you're reading this blog...girl.) Ready? Go.<br /><br />Either way...I think this outfit is Unexpected and Maybe Awesome here. So it was a great day.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Happy Wednesday-turned-Thursday.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Want this look? Buy stuff below, then bust out your paintbrush...</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=3404775&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/Forever-21#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 Forever 21...</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>

something old, new, borrowed, blue...and painted

  shoes & necklace: forever21. shorts: who knows, who cares. shirt: old navy. earrings: hawaii. bracelets: a zillion places. I wrote a p...

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the 1st part is lame...and it goes downhill from there...

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I apologize in advance for this post. Any shred of creativity and humor I once may have had has been zapped by UV rays and chlorine. They need to make a sunscreen for THAT kind of protection, if you ask me. C'mon, scientists. BE somebody.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivPOzdAYAI4Dono1jYJ6ibU4EjaLzkx5jpf40WnuNaHGlu8n6KCnqa5gTUX6S1UyfEpVKd8nSlO77Zw8i8EWYuUDJalJWJez7Mq3us8MenwFmTOfL8RyyfcPhbrmvCjeJzRFvwZNdhO6H0/s1600/G1britt4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpf3W3nE1F4tWCFs3HldcJtvx4W5FSaSJNCp50c3fseAt9Sfp8YUjEEWGa2el4Z_QLCwMxtdYUeMdiNElHgqvtDR5206bLpfFDXd2SdO5ZSt3aCxRTBuv3gFJ52nypd20Mp8r-sIbTdb7c/s1600/G1britt2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> shoes: converse brand. shorts: american eagle. shirt: forever21. necklace & flower clips: gift. watch: target.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3U7BwmBdlbtunPAPM0eaMTjAuwHJ3OH-u2tPuJYbyCeAe8QJeZYyeIa7aSNvrMXtOBpCV68zznUsrYSPPb8WQEIUNiZW5_ir3hYi6jrfHjYKvfIUc3gASSWmkPIVWNscSVv8JdrsIYEqb/s1600/G1britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> This crown braid? Yeah. Awkward. I took it out because it's too weird, and I can't concentrate knowing that I look like a lopsided pinhead. Not to offend the lopsided pinhead population out there...I'm sure you're all very capable crown-braiders.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUzM6rGG4Xpj-nkPyM1VttYUs7nU12r0U92eBo3aWvvFD4vB9TrtI6-Jr8MrR9Mfp8KFGUjJH1oM34ZGZdE5tG1LYtk0o8a_oeHoDyMwLQd3Z7h16RKA6B6j_crdwaQO3cZANmDjSfaQIv/s1600/G1britt3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" /></a></div><div align="center">So, here's the deal, guys. I love this top, but I'm finding it hard to style differently. This is the case with several of my 30x30 shirts, actually. In cooler weather, it's easier for me to change things up by layering differently. But when it's hot, like it is now (not complaining, here. just, y'know, stating facts), the last thing I want to do is layer stuff just so it looks different on the ol' blog.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">[Editor's note: So we've come to that, have we? "Ol' blog"? Ouch. Like Ol' Yeller...didn't he die at the end?]</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">So. This top is like an outfit unto itself. I don't really know what that means, actually, despite the piece of embossed cardstock somewhere in my house that says some PhDs think I know 4 years' worth of something about the English language. (Suckers.) Basically, if I wear this top, it doesn't really matter what else goes with it, because it's bold and detailed and can't really be paired with a non-neutral bottom like plaid because...ouch on the brain and on the eyes. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Speaking of pained brains: "apparently" you're "not" supposed to eat "crappy" foods "late" at night every "night" if you're "trying" to lose tummy "flub." [Editor's note: Admit it...you're a huge fan of an overuse of the arbitrarily placed quotation mark, aren't you?] Guess who's going to actively embrace her tummy flub? That's right. Me. Because some things are totally worth a romantic m&m snack by TV-light.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Happy Tuesday.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Click below for similar style...</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=3397022&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/Converse#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 Converse...</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>

the 1st part is lame...and it goes downhill from there...

I apologize in advance for this post. Any shred of creativity and humor I once may have had has been zapped by UV rays and chlorine. They ne...

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on math and other things to cry about

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEISHdQ5ydbDuLlOW9Cp7sS5IBm3CP3gk53bGIdEyI_lgnUqVn-4P9jzRqUeV9WvIexnGWWDN1LLx_5o8JYrli6uOU2AqN2G0xAW624sF7gNSrbOviSxYr-NJG5LY5m8iXXV9drWmUsLHN/s1600/J1britt3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="217" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2S0BLqpErybe0UiIaeSZU6nKVs8kaPIZ7clYx-17zwOmPYylnJblwkuTNnlwcylW6FpRmMuYED2jvx1Ph5HEGQca4VLenqEMHfVT6NEygYZZDxbeUt0QD4Y1H3QYktM-Ts2E6HP5V71xt/s1600/J1britt2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">shoes: cato brand. cropped pants: gap. shirt: j.crew. bracelet: downeast basics. earrings: hawaii.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYfoOSFLAcfTyUihQ3xsEOlQRgfVpfLpIaB87TtYn8IgBrmVNgLkkjhkAqvcQ_RWXfrU5xe6Kp6QynkK-4L3SkK5a2pHDaXH4Vmi-4wc3dy6icZFkpn_o_7iZ_pT4_rvcuipdNAsBLA-2k/s1600/J1britt4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUfGk0BfLP7USDP8drwCQemq0eEZ04Ij6tkOdh6ZmctMDz_mPbUWewxbFRj3Dy7CV0Y4BmBxIk7hb54UveQBGZF7QKsSJ2phiE_sNsSy9WqWvGEZ3ZVFDZNhg9uvrf2aD3tJlm_EMnvLYH/s1600/J1britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" /></a></div><div align="center">I made my 6-year-old do some math this morning. He hates the pressure of being timed, though, so instead of doing it on a math website, I wrote out some problems for him to do on paper. (Bonus: He has to write out the answers, thereby making him practice penmanship as well. Boom goes the dynamite.)</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">He spent probably an hour complaining about how they're all too hard to do [Editor's note: They weren't.], how he didn't know any of the answers [Editor's note: He did.], how carnivores eat other herbivores <em>and </em>other smaller carnivores [Editor's note: Oh. Okay.], and how he would never <em>ever </em>get it finished in time to go to his friend's house [Editor's note: Seemed to be true.].</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Then his sister got home from summer school and he did them all real quick.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Fast-foward to me, right now: I have exactly 13 minutes to be off the computer and start deep-cleaning my son's room while he's gone. Unfortunately, I, too, loathe "timed" assignments, especially when I've nothing of (a) value, (b) humor, or (c) interest to say. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">The best I can come up with? This: my skull is apparently the weirdest shape in humankind, because whenever I wear sashes as headbands, they slowly creep their way toward the back of my sideways-cone-shaped head and then fall off. Don't get me wrong--this headshape would be indisputably awesome for aerodynamicy, if I were an airplane. Less awesome, though, to be the object of "look-at-that-chick-with-a-ropey-thing-hanging-awkwardly-down-her-back-while-her-hair-frizzes-out-all-over."</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Either way... Happy Thursday.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Want this look? Super simple, super great for summer. Click 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=3369365&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/J.Crew#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 J.Crew...</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>

on math and other things to cry about

  shoes: cato brand. cropped pants: gap. shirt: j.crew. bracelet: downeast basics. earrings: hawaii. I made my 6-year-old do some math this ...

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