Thursday's Child!

Yesterday at pick-up, a brilliant teacher I have worked with in the past, pulled my shirt to my belly to see if I was hiding something. I promptly told her Richard got a vasectomy, then I told her also that I did have pregnancy scare. Or maybe it was pregnancy paranoia.

It all started about three weeks ago when Richard and I went on a date to Umami Burger. When we left the "fresh" La Brea air and walked through the doors, I was hit by a wave of nausea so intense, I immediately panicked. Of course Richard, who never panics, said "You always think you're pregnant." I would not say that I always think I'm pregnant. In fact, before I met Richard I never took a pregnancy test. Thirty years I went without thinking I was pregnant. Then "bam!", Richard and his radioactive sperm came into my life. For those of you who don't know Richard, he can often be found with an Apple computer on his lap. I think the computer has somehow strengthened his bad boys so they can surmount any obstacle. However, I'm trusting they will not be able to fight the scalpel. Now back to my scare.

A few days late. A week late...

The day after Richard got cut, I needed to get some things for Charlie to donate to a school. I took myself to Target and decided to pick up a pregnancy test as well. By the way, can I just say that the clothes they have right now are adorable. Of course, I am not allowed to buy, but I did look and wonder why I was wishing I could pick up a few pieces to add to my closet. The answer hung above me on a sign: "Gotta Have It". That said it all.

I got home and promptly peed on a stick, fearing what I would see. I saw the lines begin to form and was floored when I saw two lines and believed I was, indeed, pregnant. "Richard!", I said in a strident tone. I showed him the test and I started to curse like a sailor. How could this happen? We were using condoms. We were being careful. As my mind raced with the terrible irony and thoughts of what it would mean for our family, I realized that I had read the test wrong. There was supposed to be a plus sign. There wasn't. I felt relief and confirmation that our decision, Richard's decision, was the right one. I got my period five days later.

Outfit:

Shirt - I got this shirt when I was in high school at The Salvation Army. There was a Salvation Army about two blocks from where I lived, so I went there all the time for "treasure hunting". I've kept this shirt, even though I seldom wear it, because of the ruffled collar. I believe this shirt is hand sewn because there are no labels and it looks like it is.

Sweater - This sweater was an awesome score from one of my most prized and talented friends! I wore this for about two weeks straight when she gave it to me. It is from H&M.

Pants - I got these when I was pregnant. They are from Goodwill. They are not maternity, but they are low-waisted. I really don't believe in maternity clothes. You really can get by without them. Maybe a few shirts when the belly gets giant. More on that later.

I love the textures of these items mixed together!

Shoes - Airwalk

Hollis - Napping after being scared out of bed by her screaming bros early in the a.m. I know some of you like to see her. Hopefully tomorrow!!!

Mmm Bop it's Monday!!!!

Good Morrow! I woke up this morning and tried to get my post together, only to be met by MANY technical difficulties. I have been called a "Luddite" by Richard and I have the equivalent of a black thumb when it comes to computers. I don't know how to do anything. Without Richard, I probably would not be doing this blahg, but I am learning as I go. I was trying to import the pictures I also had trouble taking, and I got the spinning rainbow pie icon on the screen. It twirled for a long time, then I finally called Richard and he helped me figure it out. There were other problems as well, but I'll spare you the details. Before this blog, I had never imported pictures onto the computer. Never. And we are well into the 21st century. I'm lame that way. A friend was trying to help me search for something on the web and when I was typing my query into the browser she said "You don't know what you're doing". She didn't mean to be mean, she was stating a fact. I don't know what I'm doing much of the time.

I did not do my week in review last night because I was very tired when I got home. I hope to do it tonight as there is nothing on my dance card. Today however, I am the luckiest person in the world because I was invited to sing back up vocals for Mason Reed on his new album! He is an incredibly talented and soulful musician and I am just so happy to be singing with him on this beautiful song he wrote.

I saw Mason sing the song at a screening of The Legends LaLa. It was so lovely I came home and sang it to HaHa all night and all day. I am very excited and I hope my voice doesn't crack! Also, I wanted to assure everyone, especially my mom, that everything is good with Richard and me. I was only joking when I mentioned him having his vasectomy in vain the other day. I am hopelessly devoted to Richard, for better or worse. Most of the time it is worse...

Kidding again!

Outfit: Since I am going to a studio I thought I would honor some legendary musicians. I found this shirt sometime in the 90's at a store called Conways in NYC.

Jeans - Gap from Goodwill.

Sweater - Same as yesterday.

Shoes - Sad but well loved.

Malibu Bound!

After a hectic first week back to school complete with dental work, the car battery dying while en route, and a VERY cranky post-op husband, I decided to drive the kids out to Malibu for a mini-escape. The last two days with Richard have been especially difficult. He is snippy, irritable, moody, and in pain. All of his negativism has made him appear quite unattractive, and if this continues, we will break up, and he will have gotten the vasectomy in vain!

To be fair, Richard's mood swings are pretty similar to what I might experience with a bad case of PMS, but to have two people in the house with this kind of peevish energy is too much! I look forward to Richard returning to his cheerful, unflappable self! We need at least one anchor in the house to keep us sane.

By the way, Richard does not agree with my above statement at all. He says, "You're just like France right after 9/11: all sympathetic the first day, and two days later, you say 'it's no big deal, stop being a self-centered jerk!'"

Outfit:

Shirt: Alicia Lawhon, given to me by friend

Skirt: Purchased at Marshall Fields in Dallas the summer before I started 10th grade. I was heavier at the time and I got it because it covered me up. It is a very versatile and easy piece to travel with, and it is great for the beach because I can pull it up and get my feet wet.

Sweater: I got it at a clothing swap. It is from J. Crew. It is very soft and cuddly, and after the crazy week I've had I need to be swathed in comfort!

Shoes: Fit Flops. They are comfy, but I have not noticed a difference in the leg department!

Re-Fashionista!!!

Good morning! First of all, I would like to apologize to any people I offended by talking about Richard's vasectomy. I got a few comments that it was TMI and maybe I should have thought more about it before I blabbed all of our business in my blog. However, it was on my mind, and had kept me up half of the night because Richard's co-worker told him, the day before the surgery, mind you, that it could permanently damage his testosterone levels. Why he waited to tell him the day before, when he had known about it for a month, I do not know. It prompted me to Google "Testosterone and Vasectomy" and the results I came upon were disturbing. I told Richard to print out some of this information and take it to the doctor, but my fears were quelled by a morning conversation with a buddy of Richard's who got a vasectomy 30 years ago. He assured me that he is not lacking in testosterone and is completely happy with his decision. I told Richard if he truly felt it was the right thing, then so be it. Wait. Hold up. I apologize for talking about his vasectomy, followed by more talk about it. Apologies again! On to something new.

My friends Lilly and Marc (I'm one of the singers in their wedding band), have dubbed me "The Re-fashionista". I thought this was great and it inspired me to take yesterday's outfit and re-fashion it on account of the fact that I have to wake up at the crack of dawn to get the boys ready and take them to school and am pressed for time (notice the unkempt hair?). Richard has to sit and rest the whole day even though he did manage to get himself to the Clippers/Lakers game last night. I told him he was insane for going, but he has missed two Clippers games in ten years. He managed to make it home in one piece and he didn't even take any of the painkillers the doctor prescribed! He says, "I gotta get my macho on somehow, now that I've been emasculated". I say, now maybe he'll have some inkling of what it feels like to push out three nine+ pound babies without any drugs. To be fair, he is being heroic, (albeit cranky), and I am more aware of how much he does at home after being at work all day. What a MAN!!!

Now onto my outfit. The skirts are the same (details in yesterday's post). However, it is not the same outfit because I've rearranged the elements, added a sweater, and finished it off with my infamous red platforms! Thank to Marc and Lilly for the time-saving motivation. We have posted a shoe quiz on the page. If you wouldn't mind, will you share your shoe business?
The sweater was given to me by my cousin.