Boy Behind My Blog: Tom. Is. Nuts.

We missed last  months, but we're back on the Boy Behind The Blog Train. I usually comment on each of Tom's responses, but today, I will not. I had the same reaction to all 5 answers: laughing a whole lot and "where the FUCK do you come up with this shit?!"

So enjoy the crazy that is my boyfriend.

1. If you were an animal, what animal would you be?

I would have to go with shape shifter. Is that an animal? Ah, fuck it.  I’m gonna just pretend it is.  Let’s face facts, being a shape shifter would be perfect. Why? Because then I could be any  animal that I wanted.  I could base my animal de jour off of my mood de jour.  For example, if Adriana asked if I was hungry, I could answer by shifting into a wolf.  To which she would respond, “I wish you would just fucking tell me your hungry instead of always making an elaborate Duran Duran reference!”   That’s just one example, but the possibilities are endless.  If I was feeling sad I could shift into Eeyore.  If I was feeling dramatic I could shift into a chipmunk.  I was feeling patriotic I could shift into a fucking Bald Eagle and pound Budweiser AmeriCans on the roof of the Jefferson Memorial.  AmeriCAWWW!

I've had a couple emails, and for those of you confused about the dramatic chipmunk this short video explains it for you.

2. What is your favorite meal?

This is a tough one.  Again, I feel like it’s situational.  I’m sayin’ I love beef stew. But I wouldn’t want to have it on a 110 degree balls hot day and I love lobster but wouldn’t want to have it anywhere but Abbott’s Lobster in the Rough in Noank, CT or anytime but the summer.  So maybe the best way to answer this is by season.  Winter: Beef Stew. Spring: Cookout Fare (dogs, burgs, brats, pasta salad, potato salad, cole slaw). Summer: Lobster. Fall: Spaghetti.

3. Do you use any forms of Social Media? What is your favorite?

I’m on: Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Google Plus, and Adult Friend Finder  er…PetFinder.  I think twitter is my favorite. The main reason being it’s the only social media platform I’m on where my feed isn’t absolutely blown the shit up by the same three people every day.

creeper.

4. Beer, wine, liquor, other, or none of the above?

I would love to know what the “other” option is. Is it weed? Blow? Pills? Pirates Booty? Baby Snickers? Pixie Sticks? Mallomars? Samoas? Ring Pops? Gummy Bears? Kettle Corn? Starbucks? Starburst? Star fruit? Star Wars? Starr Jones? Gushers? Pita Chips? Guac and Chips? Bugles? Cap’n Crunch?  Nilla Wafers? Red Bull? or Big League Chew?

That said, I really like beer.

5. Complete the sentence: “Never have I ever…”

…sprinted through Times Square being chased by an army of spider monkeys dressed as the paparazzi, but wearing the mask of Voldemort and riding on Segway scooters without helmets, whilst Miley Cyrus’ foam finger hangs like a halo above David Hasselhoff who is there trying to get Darth Vader and Ewoks to come together and record a new dubstep version of “Toxic” despite the fact that Britney has explicitly said that she is not willing to sign over the rights to the song unless the Hoff hassles Justin Beiber out of becoming the biggest doucher of all time.  

And there you have it. Tom, the weirdo. And I'm allowed to say that cuz we're in love.

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Know What I Hate? Jean Shopping.

Last weekend I went jean shopping. It was horrible.

{insert "OMG I KNOWWWW!" here}

I went EVERYWHERE. I tried on every brand from Mudd to True Religion and everything in between.

I have about 13 pairs of jeans and I wear 2 regularly. I haven't gotten rid of those other 11 because they fit. Kinda. I mean they fit my hips, make my ass look great, and they are the perfect rise in the front. They're so comfy and have just the right amount of stretch. Plus they weren't cheap.

So why don't I wear them?

They are flared. And not like "boot cut, slight flare over converse" flare, like a "who's having a 70's themed party because all I need are the gogo boots to go with these babies" flared. And not to mention, I'm 5'1 so there is pretty much no brand of jeans I can wear off the rack unless I cuff them. (Thank god that's trendy)

But I know fall is coming, weather (HAH get it?) I like it or not. And I have a bunch of cute boots (including the 3 I bought for under $70 total this weekend!!!!!) that I will be wearing always so I knew I needed some new skinny jeans.

I went in every store. And tried every brand. Including but not limited to:

Express - Michael Kors - Ann Taylor - LOFT - J. Crew - Ralph Lauren Polo - Target

Hollister - Old Navy - Gap - Banana Republic - Levi's - Nordstrom - Charlotte Russe

Paige - Vigoss - J Brand -True Religion - 7 for all mankind - Joe's - Citizens - Lucky 

and manyyyy more. 

I was shopping with Tom's mom and every time I came out it was like a "mm probably not those" kind of look. Hell, I was even "fitted" in the Levi's store but I was between the "demi curve" and "bold curve" so neither fit right. It wasn't easy to get measured either. You can take the 3 question test here. Not helpful.

I'm a size 6 aka 27 depending on the sizing of the brand. Some jeans I tried on made me feel fat, some made my ass look horrible, some were decorated so much Pauly D would blush, some were too faded, some were too high and some were all of the above.

I was exhausted and very defeated. We walked out of J.Crew empty handed (hellllo, I'm not 6'9! How do normal people wear those jeans!) And one of the employees asked why nothing worked and then suggested Off 5th (the Saks outlet). I'm thinking fuck that. But Tom's mom said "we may as well try" and that was all the convincing it took. We went in, I tried on literally 9 pairs of jeans and ended up with the True Religion Stella Skinny jeans. Not thrilled about the price but they were 40% off regular price and I'm planning on wearing them for basically the rest of my life so I convinced myself.

Then, just because we can't say no to Marshalls, we went for the 2nd day in a row and found the Paige Skyline Skinny jeans there. SO thrilled. Much easier on my wallet and I'm wearing them today and love them.

I ended up spending WAY more than I wanted to on 2 pairs of jeans but I did it. I went with the ones that looked, felt and fit the best. Unfortunately they happened to be premium brands.

Paige Skyline Skinny                                              True Religion Stella Skinny

They're still both too long for me but that's something I'm used to/ok with. As for my other 11 pairs, I plan to bring them to a tailor and see how much it would cost to turn them into skinny jeans!

So that was my very long winded jean hunt story. I also found THE PERFECT boyfriend jeans at Marshalls. They're SOLD Designer Lab and they were amazing. But they only had asize 29 and 30 and they blatantly didn't fit. So now I will be spending the rest of my days searching for the perfect boyfriend jeans.

A casually fashionable girls work is never done.


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Nicknaming, Dating Fail, and Mini Golf Tragedies

Katie and Tami know the beginning of this story but I'm finally getting around to sharing the whole thing.

I love Tom, obviously. He's not always great at saying and doing the right thing tho. I mean what guy is? But this was such a ridiculous example of "you know me better than that!" and I have to share.

A Little Background:
one day, about a year and a half ago, Tom asked if I wanted to go mini golfing after work. Duh. I love mini golfing. I'm really bad at it but it's really fun and it was a place right by our office I'd never been to. We had a great time (I lost) but the whole time we were playing, Tom was impersonating Christopher Walkin's voice. p.s. he's horrible at impressions. So he was trying to call me "Babe" and I heard him wrong.

"Did you just call me Bev?"

And history was made. He has called me Bev ever since. When he's upset with me he calls me Beverly. Not joking. On top of that everlasting memory, he got a hole-in-1 on the 19th hole and won a free game for us the next time we came!
Now fast foward to a couple weeks ago.

I'm at Tom's desk at work, and he's trying to find something in his wallet. He pulls out the free golf game card. Here's how the conversation went.

"wanna go play after work?"
"today?! YEA! awww yay!!"
"do you have any cash on you?"
"YES! I actually do! Like $23!"
"ok good cuz this card is only good for one free game and they only take cash."
"I'm sorry, did you just ask me on a date and then drop the fact I would be the one paying for said date? "yes."

K great.

I wasn't even bummed tho because I was excited to go back to this little mini golf course on such a beautiful day.

Now if you're keeping track, we've talked about nicknames and dating fails. That means, on to the mini golf tragedy. It's a story of triumph and heartbreak and boyfriend stupidity and overreactions.

We played the first 4 holes or so and I wasn't doing too bad. Then Tom got a hole in one. I was excited! I'm competetive but I was in such a good mood I was just happy for him! We continue to the 16 hole. The rocketship.

I was close to Tom's score but I wasn't really paying attention. Plus we were messing around and being cute so I was more concerned with that. I put the ball back on the little mat thing and hit the little purple ball. It's a magical moment and it seems to be happening in slo-mo. I run to the other side of the rocketship just in time to see the ball drop elegantly into the hole.

HOLE IN ONE BITCHES

I've gotten a hole in one before but not for years. I was SO EXCITED! Tom gave me a high five, and congratuated me, then I made him take a picture of me and the rocket. Basically best day ever. (and I JUST found out Tom deleted that picture. so. much. trouble.)


he tried to recreate the picture in paint. he's very talented.

 

Then tragedy struck.

Tom was writing down the score and says, "well actually it was a hole in 2.. remember you hit it and it came all the way back?"

d  e  v  a  s  t  a  t  i  o  n.



And what do I do? I start crying. I was SO HAPPY I got a hole in one, and now that was ripped away from me. Instantly Tom felt awful and came and hugged me and apologized. I was also apologizing because I'm pretty sure I'm the only person over age 6 that has cried at a mini golf course.

I was so dissapointed and I was kinda upset with Tom. I mean we have been dating for over 2 years, we've known each other for almost 3, and we've lived together for a year and a half. HOW did he think it was a good idea to correct me? He knows me better than that. He knows I'm completely unstable and that I was super pumped about the hole in one. When I pointed this out, he said it was obviously stupid of him to correct me but that he wasn't expecting me to have a meltdown on the 16th hole.

Anyway I bought myself ice cream (remeber Tom had no cash) and then I spilled on myself on the drive home. Just perfection. It wasn't even that good.

Things That Matter Most To Me..Apparently

I had a dream the other night. I don't dream too often but they are always really fucking weird. For example, last night I had a dream that I knew someone who trained peregrine falcons and had their own nature show. Um. Yes.

This dream the other night started with Tom and I not living together (I'm going with that not meaning anything cuz we're very happy). Tom lived with Lil... somwhere? I don't know. Just not with me. I lived in our apartment but it was also kindaaa mixed with where I lived my senior year in college. Great start, I know.

So in my dream I get back to my apartment (coming from Sweet Baby Jesus-knows-where) and I realized the door to my apartment didn't close right so it was unlocked. Nothing is missing so it's fine. Later that night I have my door open. Maybe I was hammered? And there is some creeper who kinda tries to come in, realizes I'm there and then he runs down the hall and into another apartment. I'm creeped the fuck out, but I just go to bed. I may or may not have shut my door. It's fine.

The next day I come home (from the magical place in dreamland people go to while time elapses) and I find things missing. I'M SO UPSET. Like, I'm devestated because of what this person took. I call Tom and tell him Lil needs to come live with me and that this creeper thief took the following items:

- 2 boxes of pasta
- mushrooms
- sausages
- the dress I just got from Rue La La (this was my second dream about this dress.. I'm in love)
- Tom's XBOX and our Lego Star Wars game
- my pineapple drinking glasses
- my huge pallet of e.l.f. eyeshadow
- the vegatable steamer we JUST GOT
- a pair of heels that I don't think I have in real life (I can't remeber what they look like) but they were my favorite in this dream

Meanwhile he left my phone. Which I was happy about cuz it had a princess looking glitterly case. Win. But besides the whole "pervy theif" (Tom's words) part, I was reallllllly upset when I found out those items were missing.

That got me thinking..

Are those things what matter most to me? I mean we already know Lil and Tom were safe so stop acting like I'm a shallow asshole. But all those things are COMPLETELY replaceable. Besides losing my Star Wars saved games, (kind of devestating) all that it would take to get everything back would be to buy that shit again.

But apparently carbs, antipasti, eating healthy (this shocked me too), dressing up, novelty glassware and Han Solo in Lego form are the things that matter most to my unconcious, sleeping self.

What random, non-important stuff are you finding you really would miss?

Baby You're A Firework

I can't be the only one who named their post that.

Unfortunately Hartford sucks at life and cancelled their fireworks. They shoot them off from the CT river and it's too flooded to do it safely. DUMB. It's fine because I watched enough instagram videos of fireworks so I'm fufilled. Plus I saw amateur fireworks go off in Tom's parent's neighborhood.

I had to work Friday but I'm not counting that because I shouldn't have had to work. So here's a recap of Wednesday night, Thursday, Friday night, Saturday and Sunday with a billion pictures.

Wednesday night:

We watched part of the John Adams mini series. Woo! Tom's a history buff so we had to. ALSO I cooked din!!!! And it was not only edible but yummy!! Then I got cranky so we watched Captian America while we ate and I made Tom compliment the din about 46 times.

I'm so fucking domestic. The pot kinda boiled over, it was fine tho.

Thursday:
Tom watched more of the John Adams mini series and I got ready. Then we headed to my parents house with a VERY patriotic Lil.

We played and drank and ate and nearly died from heat exhaustion.

We're adorable.

Bubba havin a drank and getting cray

Lil and Oscar

Nothing says America like ice cream cupcakes

Then we went to Tom's parents house and did more of that but there weren't any pictures from that. Sorry.

Friday night:
I made Tom go on the rooftop and have happy hour with me which was SO fun. And then we did nothing the whole night which was perfect.

Classy as fuck

Then we realized we left the lunchbox with our dinner left overs (of the din I made) at work. And since that's what I wanted to eat for din, I made Tom come back to work and get it with me. Lil came too.

I also made Tom take a picture

Then I had another drink after that. Also do you love the stirrer?! It's from Ruby Pop and I love Sarah and you should go order some STAT because she's awesome and everyone loves fun drink shit. (She also made the red pom pom stirrer in my earlier drink!)

Signature drink recipe coming Thursday!

Saturday:

I went for a 3.12 mile run with my dad and Lil. Worst idea ever. It was so fucking hot. plus my dad runs past me and runs back to meet me when I stop to walk and it's kinda embarrassing.

After I showered, we went vineyarding!! If you follow me on instagram you've probably seen most of it.

Honestly, I don't really get how to use instagram vid. Clearly.

HOW GOOD LOOKING IS MY BOYFRIEND?

And then, because I would have passed out, we went to lunch. The lobster roll I got was phenomenal but we were racing the clock to get to the last vineyard so I ate in and the fries and coleslaw in basically 4 seconds.

WOO NEW ENGLAND

We went to 3 vineyards so I was a little tipsy drunk hammered. We then stopped by Tom's family cottage, hung out with fam for a bit then headed home.

We had a few friends over Saturday night for a little rooftop fun.

elevator selfies

Sunday:

We did basically nothing. Tom stayed in bed most of the day. I went to my parents for a half hour then came home cuz it was WAY too hot and Lil and I couldn't handle our lives.

I sent this to Sara but I'm sure you wanted to see it too. But I'm making it small so you can't see all the details of my grossness. 

miz.

Hope y'all had a great weekend!!! And you're welcome for posting about nothing of value. I blame Sami for all the details I share that no one cares about.

Tuesday On A Thursday

I'm just gonna tell you about my day Tuesday cuz enough stuff happened that I think is funny and/or fun that I wanna share. And this is my blog so I can do that.

side note: thank you to everyone who responded to yesterday's post. it makes me feel good knowing I'm not the only one worried! that said- I am NOT a person who puts stock in what other people think. I really want to be me more than be liked, but I feel like I have a responsibility to my readers and followers to not be a complete ass and upset them. I loveeee my readers and I do care what y'all think. the haters can shove it. if you're gonna hate, do it. I just want my readers to be happy :)

KGREAT. L&J get married on Saturday. That's 2 DAYS!! I'm dying. Like, I really have anxiety issues (obv talked about my bloggy ones yesterday) but my stomach has been bouncing around my torso all week. I have so much shit going on that I'm constantly wired/tense.

Another thing that makes me tense? Gynocologist appointments. Yesterday morning I had my annual and I waited AN HOUR in the exam room. The appointment itself took 4 minutes. I checked the clock. I tweeted about it (obv) and got responses from Alyssa, Katie and Allie which made me feel better.

Just waited an hour for a 4 minute gyno appointment. Not exaggerating. UGHHHH

— Adriana (@EasyPeasyGlam) June 25, 2013

REALLY THO. I have shit to do! I have to make up the time by not taking lunch the rest of the week. I couldn't make up the time after work Tuesday cuz I had a nail appointment. On the way there, I had my windows down and a FUCKING BEE came thru the window and hit my ear! It landed by the back window and I scooped it out so it was ok but it could have been BAD. The nail appointment went really well and I love my mani and so do 41 other people on instagram. I don't think I've ever had so many likes on one picture.

errrrbody loves my nailssssss

Here's the issue with manicures tho. I HATE the massage that you get while you're waiting for your shellac to set. I hate massages anyway. They do the opposite of relax me. I had ONE friend who I went to school with that was the ONLY person I wanted a massage from. Not even my boyfriends are allowed. I'm just a puss about it and everyone is too rough with me. Plus, because of the stress issues, I have about 3498 knots in my back. SO LAY OFF. I'm just a tense person and you poking me is NAHT helping. Plus now I have painful spots on my shoulders.

After the horrific experience of a harsh massage, I treated myself to Marshalls. I got a bunch of shit. Including but not limited to:

OBSESSED                                              child dress

And here are things I tried on but didn't buy but took pictures of:

broken top                        unflattering Kate Spade            REALLY pretty, too big                 pant-romper?

Hope you all enjoy my frizzy hair and awkward poses. Despite how I look, I had not been at the gym.

Also after Marshalls I went to the grocery store to pick up some din and there was a 10 year old girl in the black and white dress I just bought. Come onnnn. I tweeted about that too (again, obv) and Brooke, Candice and Erin all made me feel better again.

Just bought this dress. Then saw a 10 year old girl in the grocery store wearing it. #im10. pic.twitter.com/pe2VeI1rB8
— Adriana (@EasyPeasyGlam) June 26, 2013

Then I came home and had mac & cheese and a hotdog and watched Sherlock (have you guys watched it yet?! It's SO GOOD). I also got these shoes in the mail that I plan on wearing to the rehearsal (depening on which dress I pick)

I also did some bloggy designing for my IRL friend  Savannah who now has an ADORABLE blog. Go look! I made her header and will be making all her other tings too!! Tell her/me what you think! I'm new at it, but I love it.

Back to the now. You guys really gotta stop living in the past and obsessing over the insignificant details of my life... (mm maybe I should post something that isn't just BLAHBLAHBLAH huh?)

Tonight Tom and I are joining his family and J's family at the Hartford Golf Club for their annual cook out and fireworks show! I'm super pumped about it. Then I have tomorrow off to get myself together for the rehearsal (I HATE SPELLING THAT WORD) at the church and dinner and gather my shit for Saturday!! GAHHHHHHH I'M SO FUCKING EXCITED!

p.s. Tomorrow Erin is guest posting and I'm sososososo obsessed with her post. So come back and read it. It's wonderful.

ALSO you have one more week to enter the Boozy Bloggers giveaway! SO DO IT. I got another package of goodies in the mail and everything is SO GREAT.



Squirrel PDA On A Bridge Would Be My Worst Nightmare

Ok, I had a post written sending out love to some of my favorite bloggers but I'm having the WORST time narrowing down the list because everyone is so fucking cool. So what I'm gonna do today instead is pick one of the past Blog Every Day in May topics from Jenni (specifically day 3) and do it now. And then post my love letters very soon.

Day 3 (aka 8)
Things That Make Me Uncomfortable

PDA.
Ok you're in loooooove. Perfect. I mean I am too but I'm not shoving my tongue in my boyfriends ear or rubbing inapprops areas of him at a restaurant bar. Relaxxxx. You really could have just stayed home. I mean there is a right way and a wrong way to do it. Hold hands, smile at each other, rub their back, even play a little footsie. No makeout sesh or dry humping. Please and thank you.

Squirrels.
I hate them. Like H A T E. They're horrible rats with a godforsaken bushy tail. They are also assholes. Also, they kind of scare me. I almost had a panic attack once at a park near us because they were fucking everywhereeee. Also I used to make my friends walk with me across our college campus and chase the squirrels away. Remember that Tori and Allison?

Basically how I picture them.

Bridges.
Unless it's the kind that's in a garden I hate it. I especially hate driving over bridges. I feel like something could go wrong any minute. Maybe I've seen too many thriller/action movies where there is always someone going off the side of a bridge. It's the worst feeling. When I'm driving I have to be in the center lane or I freak out. I'm better if I'm a passenger but if we can avoid a bridge then do it. I had an actual panic attack going over the George Washington Bridge in NY. Fuck that bridge. It's 2 levels and I lost my gps signal and started hysterically crying. Completely unsafe.

Drinking milk.
Really tho. I can't stand milk. I think it tastes awful and looks creepy and the after taste is even worse than when you're drinking it. I hate watching other people drink it. Tom likes milk cuz he's gross. We never have milk in the apartment but he got some at some point without me knowing and poured himself a glass. I saw him, clarified it was indeed milk and then called him a weirdo. CUZ IT'S WEIRD. He thought I was the weird one for not liking milk. ICK.

Doing The "we totally don't like each other but heeyyyy!" Thing.
When I'm dunk yea it probably has happened but only with people who I did like at some point. I spend time with the people I WANT to spend time with. If you are at a bar or mutual friends house but we haven't talked in a year, go away. I'm all set. I'm super social and have a very bad balance of sweet/bitch in me and I hate having to navigate that sitch. Just say "hi" (don't be a dick) and then never talk to me again. If I don't have your number in my phone I will be happy pretending like you don't exist.

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How Lil Chooses To Get Our Attention

Since there are a lot of new faces around here I figured, it is time (I’m saying that the way Rafiki says it, FYI) to post another outrageous Lil story.

I think this is the perfect story to illustrate how much of an psycho asshole Lil is. I mean she’s adorable and sweet but she’s manipulative and a complete fuck.

We crate trained her because she tends to go nuts when we aren’t giving her enough attenetion. Obviously when we are asleep or out of the apartment we can’t give her the attention she wants so she has to be in her crate. I hate it. And we’re slowly working on getting her to the point that she can be out when we're not around. We decided the best way to do that was to start with when we were going to sleep for the night. Over a weekend a month or so ago we got her realllly tired and let her fall asleep on the couch. Then we went to bed. Of course she jumped into bed with us but she promptly got kicked off and hopped back onto the couch where she stayed for the rest of the night. (WOO!) That worked out for about 4 nights (since she had an exhaustion hangover from the weekend) Thursday night of that week she was too pumped to just go to sleep so around 11pm we decided she would have to sleep in her crate for the night.

Now, I want you to know, she wakes up around 7ish every morning. When she’s in the crate she usually cries and when she’s on the couch she’ll come over and say good morning to me and then I tell her to “go back to bed” and she usually does. Not too much of an asshole right? Maybe just a little needy.

WELL the first night we put her back in the crate she started crying around 6:30. I don’t appreciate it. We can actually sleep thru that tho for the most part so we sleep for another hour while she cries. The next night she still can’t calm herself down so she gets put in her crate again. That morning I get woken up at 5:30am to the sound of her vomming. Yup. Horrible. So I jump out of bed to make sure she’s ok. By the time I get to her (which is basically 4 steps away) she’s vommed again. I slide the tray out of her crate so she isn't stepping in it (or licking it) and go into the bathroom to pee assuming she was done. I literally don’t finish and she’s voming again. And now there is no tray under her so she’s voming on the carpet.

I get back over to her as fast as I can and she starts again! At this point Tom’s up and we’re both like WTF and also getting worried. If you have a dog you know, sometimes they just vom. But not 5 times in a row. So I start to open up her crate door to let her out. She immediately swallows whatever was coming up, starts going nuts wagging her tail and jumps out of the crate onto me.

Gross. She’s now assaulting me with her icky vom dog tongue.

We check her out and watch her for a few minutes and NOTHING is wrong. In fact she seems extra happy. So we decide, because there is no other explaination, that Lil made herself vom because she KNEW we would get out of bed and let her out. She convinced us of that because when she was done harassing me, she moved onto Tom and then grabbed her ball wanting to play fetch.

Conniving little bitch. She's decided she would rather force out vom than be in the crate. And to be honest, it worked. She now sleeps on the couch every night.

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