the training is coming along so nicely
my fiance is the sweetest
i love saying that. fiance. so amid working on CPA stuff and trying to get any sort of decent blogging done, i have a problem that can wait no longer. as is my custom during tax/busy/whatever season, i’ve grown out of all of my clothes to the point that i must go shopping. not just need to. must. and this isn’t just shopping. this is full-on depressed, i’m-a-cow* shopping. the worst kind.
my sweet fiance went with me. not just went with me. went with me and didn’t complain. Saturday i dragged him to 3 different malls all over the county and didn’t find a single thing until we were back closer to his house. we got in around 10 p.m. included in our outing were tears, SarahK style, and oh i am pathetic when i cry. it’s really a horror to behold. think of the ugliest-crying person you know, and i could give them a run for their money. especially with my roots grown out (i haven’t had a cut nor a highlight since right before my American Idol audition) and no mascara on. oh yeah. because the shopping experience didn’t promise to be bad enough, i had to go to the first mall without mascara. see, i always put on my makeup in the car (no nagging, Bikermommy!), and we were in my sweet fiance’s car, so my makeup was in Tha Pinkytoe (aka Pinky, aka my car).
after one mall and a Ross DFL, i said in broken voice, “let’s… go… to… Pier 1. i’ll spend money in there and then feel better.” but i could see i was going overboard once we were in there, because, well, it’s Pier 1. and my dishes are there, and i have 4 settings and want 4 more and almost went nuts and bought them all. but had i done that, i’d have missed out on buying them with my gift card that my Sizzle gave me for Christmas. plus, no money for clothes if i buy all my dishes.
anyway, we went to Petsmart and got Sydney a collar so she’d stop chewing on her stitches. she had already removed one herself, so we took the collar back to Frank’s house, and it was too big (the smallest size even). we checked her out, and she seemed fine, so we went back out shopping.
ok. i told Frank he could stay home and play video games while i was shopping. he asked if i wanted him to go, and i said yes, i’d love his company, but i totally understood if he wanted to stay. because i abhor shopping myself, and to go shop with someone else who is just going to be in the worst mood because she feels like a whale (we progress, and our perceived mammal-bodies get bigger with every store. by mall #2 - orca.) and because she hates to shop for clothes… well, there aren’t many bigger beatings in life. but he said he’d go with me so we’d at least be spending time together. * sniff *
the second mall was no better than the first, though for some reason, i was more calm. maybe because Frank was with me and i was so pleased by his being so sweet and patient with me. maybe because i had moved from “i should be chewing cud and lying in a pasture sunning myself” to “it could be worse, i could be eating plankton and swimming all day.” see? improvement. or it could have been that i picked up my makeup when we were at the house and no longer looked like a deathwalker. btw, i think mascara transforms me more than anyone else on the planet. it’s like instant sunshine in a tube.
i finally found a few articles of clothing at mall #3. and Frank was sweet and patient all the way through.
oh how i love him.
btw, i worked some yesterday afternoon and last night. and during breaks, i played Puzzle Kombat (a very bloody Mortal Kombat version of SuperCollapse) with him. he beats me almost every time, but i’m an addict now. it’s usually me saying “just one more game.” so that gets added to the repertoire of video games that i play with him. Donkey Konga makes 2. and we’re going to look into karaoke equipment for the fun of it. watch out world.
* i know i’m not a cow, but that’s how any woman who has grown out of all of her clothes sees herself, especially through the eyes of dressing room mirrors.
I hope he at least asked for the ring back…
April 4th, 2005 at 12:56 pmI’ll bet my wife could out-ugly-cry you to total complete ugly tears. I mean, she’s beautiful but, man! I hold her just so I don’t have to look.
April 4th, 2005 at 1:27 pmAt least Frank didn’t fall for the “it’s OK if you don’t go” trap. I did once, much to my chagrin.
April 4th, 2005 at 1:35 pmAt least you found something, the worst is finding nothing after an all-day excursion, bring on the ugly-cry!
April 4th, 2005 at 2:26 pmOh yeah, that “it’s ok if you don’t want to go” thing is a TOTAL setup! Good catch Frank.
You know, I am beginning to think that the real reason I don’t understand women and shopping is that, deep down, I really just don’t want to understand it.
April 4th, 2005 at 2:29 pmI agree that mirrors are pretty the spawn of Satan himself.
To make matters worse, I’m a bit of a bigger girl and I shop at Lane Bryant. Every time I go in that store and try something on, I walk out empty-handed because the mirror-devil has depressed me. See, they have this evil trick they play where the lighting is dim - only one recessed light for the stall plus what ever comes in over and under the door. So the top light makes all these terrible shadows and makes everything that you already knew was bad look WORSE. I think someone in upper management must want them to NOT sell clothes.
Anyway, enough about my issues. I’m glad that you finally found some items and that your lovely fiance was willing to go with you to 3 malls. After 1 store my hubby is groaning and begging to go home. And yet, mysteriously, if we’re on a mission to find something HE wants, 3 malls is somehow OK…..
April 4th, 2005 at 2:50 pmI agree with Laurel…it’s those d… mirrors! SarahK, I ran a mile yesterday and did my abs, so although I am technically still a cow, I am on my way to becoming just a cute heifer! Now get out there and walk or run and stop sitting in front of the computer (except to update your blog of course!)….
April 4th, 2005 at 2:57 pmYah I feel the same way about eyeliner…no eyeliner, no going outdoors. I’m having a heifer-esque day as well. my scrub pants for school have no more give to them :(….tried running to lose weight and I was violently ill (thats my story and I’m sticking to it)…back to my standby…step aerobics…i hate spring….and bad lighting.
April 4th, 2005 at 3:15 pmIf you think you have a hard time shopping for clothes try doing it from a wheelchair. My body just isn’t shaped like everyone else’s so clothes don’t fit very well. I’m lucky if I can visit three malls and find one item that fits.
April 4th, 2005 at 5:06 pmYou have time to buy clothes?! My shoes wore out at the beginning of tax season, and I’ve been wearing Kleenex boxes on my feet since then.
You call yourself a CPA?
April 4th, 2005 at 5:12 pmFunny, I got the shopping itch this weekend too. It must be that first-weekend-in-spring-and-my-winter-clothes-look-ratty bug. Unfortunately, with no income, it means I’m wearing the same old stuff….
April 4th, 2005 at 5:54 pmIt used to be that when I “chubbed up” I would refuse to buy new clothes because I couldn’t justify the expense when I had perfectly good “skinny clothes” in my closet. I have finally figured out that when I feel stylish and comfortable (as opposed to too-tight jeans, ugh and gross) I have a lot more energy and motivation to eat right. Sometimes I’ll just go to Goodwill and get a few items for cheap just so I don’t go through the depressing “my closet is full of cute stuff but none of it fits!” experience. New makeup really helps too!! :)
April 4th, 2005 at 10:33 pmYou’re NOT a cow! You’re a snuggle-bunny! :-)
April 5th, 2005 at 1:12 amdressing room mirrors are evil-incarnate!!(well - right after spiders) i’m not sure if there is anything else in the world i hate more. even when i’m not 7 months pregnant and bigger than a house, i hates them! hopefully the next couple of months pass fast and then i can start running again and maybe have the horror/joy of buying new clothes myself :) yay!
April 5th, 2005 at 2:16 amDressing room mirrors AND hotel room bathroom mirrors. I think it might have something to do with the lighting. It’s really bad! Very depressing. Hello retailers! We’d buy more if you got mirrors that made us look good!
April 5th, 2005 at 8:53 amHappy News Abounds in the Blogosphere
April 8th, 2005 at 1:03 amIt occurred to me this morning that I’ve seen a lot of good news around the blogs I read lately… And although I’ve congratulated most of them individually, I thought I’d do a congratulatory blogroll roundup.
You are not a cow. Sorry, but you are quite cute. Live with it, please. I’m surprised FrankJ hasn’t tried correcting your opinion
April 17th, 2005 at 11:24 pmJust remember, a size eight in walmart is a size 14 in the mall. I’m not kidding. Those trendy little boutiques have secret mafia ties with the laxative and cigarette companies.
April 18th, 2005 at 2:26 pm