A Blue Pants Wearing Kinda Girl

I work at an office with really pretty women, who have great fashion sense. So in an effort to not look like a total chola at the work place I have tried to come up with cuter more fashionable things to wear. Overall, fashion is not my thing. In fact, I am annoyed by the whole concept of people getting together to discuss other people's outfits. There are enough horrible things happening in our world to have fashion be a legitimate concern, what a waste of time. So in hopes of being a better fashionista my shopping goal is easy - from now on I will buy things that I would never really choose to wear.

Enter blue pants, yes I said blue. If you would have told me five years ago that I would one day wear blue pants, I'm pretty sure I would have punched you in the face. True story.  I somehow decided that blue pants will mark a great success in my fashion record. I wore those bad boys this past Tuesday and I was actually surprised that not a single person commented on my outfit. I mean, my shirt wasn't very pretty (I need to find a better top to go with my glorious pants) but seriously I'M WEARING BLUE PANTS HERE PEOPLE.

I'm pretty sure that if someone walked into my office wearing blue pants I would for sure comment on those. When someone wear blue pants it should be an understood sign that comments are wanted. I'm not saying that I wanted to hear people tell me they looked good or I looked good. I don't care about that. I wanted people to acknowledge that my pants were blue. That I possibly looked like a smurf. I mean blue pants! Seriously do I need to go on.

The ridiculous pants. I took this picture at the end of the day and they were a little baggy by then. Hopefully after washing them they will shrink some.

Welcome to Camp

I have never been athletic. I wouldn't be able to run even if I was trying to run away from certain death. I'm pretty sure when I was made the athletic gene was completely left out. Regardless, add that to my extreme love of food and well that explains why I'm not exactly "healthy".

In an effort to make some changes Husband and I decided that we were going to start being more active, because let's face it we are not going to stop eating Grimaldi's Pizza that's just not possible. So on Friday I went to try out Camp Gladiator, a boot camp style fitness class. In one hour you learn exactly how long it takes for you to want to start crying. It only took five minutes for me. I actually considered walking out of the class but told myself that failure (a word I have been struggling with recently) was not an option. Looking back I'm glad I didn't walk out. The ladies in the class were super nice and encouraging and they made me feel so much better. I think the trainer realized that I hadn't exercised since I was 18 and was really nice and trying to help me out.

When I left the class and went to the Chick Fil A to pick up my chicken mini's I ordered the 3 count instead of the 4....okay judgmental readers Rome was not built in a day. It's the little changes that get you started.

I am thinking about enrolling for the next camp. There might be some hope for me yet. Or at least I hope there is.

Insert something Inspirational Here

This is the face that is changing my life.

Coming home from getting groomed this weekend. 

I've been thinking about how to get back to writing on the blog, but everything that I started writing in my head came out super depressing. I made a promise to myself to not make my blog another way to have a pity party.

I spend 99% of my day feeling like crap because I do it to myself. No other reason. So after hitting some pretty low places, and learning how to drink wine in the process (this is a plus at least). I think I'm ready to look at things the way The Brownie would want me to.

Having this little guy in my life has been completely life changing. I never thought I would be one of those obsessive pet owners, but alas I am. I am not ashamed to say that my phone is covered with pictures of Jake doing all sorts of cute things. Sometimes one look from him and everything changes, he makes me feel like I should smile.

I wish I could remember to be more like him. Carefree and laid back. Sometimes I think I get caught up into all the things I dislike about myself that I forget about the good things. I have an amazing husband that puts up with all my crap and still finds ways to make me smile. I have the cutest and silliest puppy someone could ask for, even if his hair gets everywhere. I have the most amazing job (finally!!!), I am so grateful to work at such an amazing place where I am treated daily with kindness and respect. I have fantastic parents that travel 5 hours to come visit whenever they can. And although I sometimes forget it I have myself.

I saw these posted in a friend's Facebook page this morning and had a great laugh. 

My Book High

I love the feeling you get after reading a good book. I think that's why I have become such a book worm the past year or so. I love reading because it makes me feel things that I don't feel in real life. A good book allows you to completely submerge yourself into a story that is very unlike you own.You get to visit worlds that you never dream off. Most importantly, if you truly become emotionally involved it the story you are able to feel things that leave you wanting more. I love reading. I love reading because of the way I feel right now. I like to call it my "book high". I am happy, satisfied, but at the same time mad and needing more.

Every time I read a good book it makes me wish I could write my own. In fact, every time I read a bad one I feel more like I should write a book. I don't understand how writers do it, how do they come up with a new idea when everything is so overdone? I guess they sometimes don't.

The sad part is when the book high goes away and I start looking for my next high, my next story. I crave it. It's quite sad. That's also when I realize that maybe I should go out in the world and have my own adventures. I can't say I have ever been the adventurous type, maybe that's why I read. I crave the adventures that only fiction can bring. The vampires, the lost worlds, the magical, the amazing, the unbelievable, and the loves.

Yes, I think this is the part where you roll your eyes and call me a nerd. 

Someone Like Me

I'm always cheering for big girls. Or really just normal size girls. I feel like in a world filled with skinny bitches, normal women really have to stick together.  So when Mo'Nique won her academy award for Precious I cheered her on even though I hated that movie and let's face it Mo'Nique is not that cool. Even if Mercedes wears the ugliest outfits in Glee she is still my favorite character because or her sassyness. In a world that tells women that they are never skinny enough or pretty enough it takes some girl power to really lift each other up.

My new normal girl crush is Adele. Her music is great and she's super cute and stylish. I really just love the fact that she is a normal girl out in the world not wanting to look like a walking stick. Plus, she's not a total psycho. I really hope she doesn't decide to lose weight and become all Holywood like.

I can't stand the people like Lady Gaga and Niki Minaj, I mean seriously what kind of role models are those for the teenage girls today. Be a freak and that's fun. Be a total crazy bitch and that's great. No thanks. No they should be more like Adele. I wish she was around when I was in college. What great songs to yell out in the middle of the sorority house.

Unplugged

It seems I have forgotten that my alter ego as Mrs. Merle exits. I have ignored the blog for way to long and that makes me sad. I can't blame it on my job since I only work part time, so let's not pretend I'm way too busy to blog. I can't really blame it on my new motherly duties with Jake, because he doesn't talk and spends his days sleeping around the house. I guess I have blame it on my lack of fun and creative thoughts lately.

I think overall I have been unplugged from the online world. I haven't really been on Facebook much, I stopped doing my online surveys and have not really paid attention to any of the blogs I used to read regularly.

We survived the holidays and I am in a serious post holiday hangover mood. Husband was off work for two weeks and he sat around the house with Jake. It was really nice to spend the morning with him before I had to head off to work. But now, we are back to a normal schedule. Except, I forgot what the normal schedule was supposed to be like.

Our New Year's we spent sitting around the house. I think I was in the shower and getting ready for bed when it struck  midnight, but this year we didn't feel like going out or making a big deal of anything. Now with the new year here I guess I need to make changes? The funny thing is that I could probably copy and paste last year's New Year entry and make it the same goals for this year. Which means I failed last year. Again.

In 2011.......

• Had multiple jobs to finally land a job that I LOVE. 
• Failed miserably at working out or losing weight.
• Husband and I bought a house.
• Rescued a dog.

In 2012 I hope to....

• Be funny again. Get back to blogging regularly. 
• Take Jake for walks more often.
• Continue to have fun at work.
• Make new friends.
• Be more positive (this is hard y'all).

Hope the New Year started great for everyone! 

Not my Winter Wonderland

If you remember from my blogging, last year we still lived in an apartment and did very little to decorate for Christmas. This year we are in our new home and I had giant dreams of the perfect Winter Wonderland outside my home. I don't know where my obsession with Christmas lights came from but when it comes to Christmas I'm a total baby. I love those cute Christmas movies like the Polar Express or any Christmas movie playing on ABC Family or Lifetime.

But, as it turns out Christmas is expensive. We are having Christmas with the family this year in our house which means that husband and I are going to get our first tree and decorate it. And we have almost NOTHING. I have a few ornaments that I have inherited through my older brother (more like, here I don't want this crap you take it) but for the most part we have to buy everything from scratch and start building our inside and outside supply of Christmas decorations.

Since we have no money husband and I decided that this year we would concentrate on building our supplies for our Christmas tree and maybe a few things around the house and next year we would worry about the my outside Winter Wonderful.

I have a few things outside, I purchased a wreath which was very festive of me and a couple of things that were passed down to me by my friend Betty Crocker (it was more like here we don't want this crap want to take it?).

I had accepted that my Winter Wonderland would not happen his year and I was okay with that. UNTIL,  I notice our neighbor putting up their Christmas decoration and he wouldn't stop. The result, the winter wonderland that I have always wanted, complete with penguins with scarves (BIG DEAL!) in their front yard. As if to say to me "in your face Mirielle, check our our winter wonderful complete with awesome penguins with scarves which by the way is much better than your lame snowmen, everyone can have snowmen but no many people have penguins with scarves".

Not my house :(

 It hurt my heart. So now I refuse to look outside the window because I cant handle the rage and jealousy. The only thing I have to make me feel better is knowing that next year it will be my turn, and now that I know what they have I can top it! I can't wait to go shopping after Christmas for all the outside decorations every store has left.

MUAHAHAHAHAH