Oh me.

It's Christmas Time in the City!

Hello Loverlees.  Have you all been busy as hale this holiday seasern?  As have I.  It's taken me a month to get this far...

Remember how we went to Blowing Rock for the perfect tree?  Well.  The perfect tree in the mountains is about 3 times the size of the perfect tree at the Farmer's Market.  So.  That's how you run into the "I ran out of sassy swag wrap around the tree stuff," problem.  Look at how it makes the rest of the room seem so.  Empty?

Cliche display holiday towels are not to be used during the holidays.  Or ever. Strictly. Display.  No touchy.

Have to love the Christmas cards, y'all!  So I saw plenty of blog posts as to how best display that you have great friends and family, however I did not have the time/make the time to DIY decorative holiday cards display garland.  Maybe next year.  Instead they went into this overly stylish and way hip acrylic tray ;o)

I am my mother.  As soon as I noticed nutcrackers on sale I HAD TO HAVE THEM.  Guard my ornaments on display in my Spode serving bowl (thatiboughtatgoodwillshutthehaleup.)

Murry Chrimuh, Yall.

Thanks Bailey's.  I love you and your cliche display platters.

I just added this so you could catch a glimpse of my sexy lynx throw.  It's real.  I paid $500,00 for it.

And this isn't exactly Christmas themed, but it is.  Because the drapes are what my sister MADE me for Christmas.  So Very. Merry. Christmas.  To my lady's lair.  Ignore the rest of the room, badly in need of a make over-I'll work on that um...next year? Thanks Emilie!

WMPC Lasagna Roll

Now I don't know why I'm so impressed with mahself hurr but I am.  Probably because this delicious dish is not "I'm tired and doing 3 loads of laundry, vacuuming and making my schedule before work tomorrow while feeding the baby and pre-making most of the dinners for the rest of the week so you can eat Vegetarian Chili because I am too busy to cook ground beef/chicken/turkey..." standard Sunday night Dinner.  Thiiiieeeess is Lasagna Rolls from The White Memorial Presbyterian Church Cookbook.  And I'm feelin' swanky.

The recipe called for your favorite meat sauce to top.  So mine included anduille chicken sausage because I want my husband to love me forever and since we aren't eye-talian I don't have to embarassed about jerry rigging our sauce to fit our lifestyle.  And for that reason my kitchen is a judgement free zone.  What I'm trying to say is: I will teach you how to fry okry. 

There she goes. ShamBam. Shazam. ShamLam. Etc Etc.Wifey of the year. 

Winston Churchill



From: Huckleberry Philosophy: "Southern roots with an open-minded soul."
So obviously you know.  I love it.



La Weekend

Hi honeys.  What are you up to this weekend?  I hope it looks a little something lahhhhkeeiiiis

 

I'm playing with "Walden" coloring on Instagram.  I don't really love most of the coloring options because they mostly make the area in which photographer is occupying appear ... like a garbage can crystal methamphetamine lab house (or, dingy).  But my bff Loren likes Walden so I will give it a whirl.  Ok I like it too now I think.

 

I wish that Coors Light would quit following me around.

 

Speaking of following, would you like to follow me?  Please do!

 

And now I'm going to figure out how to tie my Instagram to the site.  This has already taken way more time to figure out than I had anticipated.  Stop judging me.  Yes I understand that everyone else can figure this out easily.

 

 

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Holllllaaaaaday Decor

Ever wonder how ever-a-whever you whilst decorate your home for Christmas? Me too.  I want sassy-frassy.  Not cheesy mac-cheeser-ie.



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Inspired?  Let me know if you get the energy to put any of these ideas into motion.

I'll be over here.  Doing this.

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In a fabulous LBD, with a great cat eye, impeccable red lipstick, professional manicure, and a sock bun.  But not a martini.  Make it a Bourbon.

The Business Woman Special

So this is the deal people.  I know you know because I've told you, that I am a nurse.  Actually, I am a full time nurse.  And full time Momma.  And full time Wifey.

Therefore.  I am tired.

I'm serious y'all. Before I was taken out of the hospital/away from the bedside for preterm contractions, I worked as an RN Case Manager five days a week and a bedside Neuro ICU nurse for twelve hours every other Saturday, for over a year.  I THOUGHT I was busy.  I THOUGHT I was tired.  {That was nothing.}

Recently I have come across the opportunity {And I'm not going to lie to you like it's raining jobs and they all just come to me and fall in my lap because I'm so awesome and great, I have been in dire search, high and low} to cut back a little bit.  As in work part time.  Naow I'ma tell you something.  Having a big girl job i.e. career and working part time hours, do not go hand in hand sister girl.  And I tell you, once I got that job offer, I thought I'd be dancing in the street like it was raining men.  It's not.

I have always been the girl saying, "Um no ma'am, You will not catch me at home barefoot and pregnant raising babies and scrubbing floors like some Cinderella-havin-need-to-stand by yur man-singin-yoga pant wearin-play date makin-talking about nothing but diaper rash treatin-simple minded-little-woman."  You get my point?


{"Do you have any, Business Women Specials? You know, for Business Women...?"}

Then life slapped my sassy mouth right quick, sugar.  I had a baby and I was begging to stay home.  I'm talking tears down my face in the church house praying to Jesus, PUHLEASE help me, I am TIRED I can't DO THIS someone else is raising the best thing I have ever DONE while I PRETEND life matters because it means I can say I'm a working woman making something out of my life {and ahem bringing in a check, let's not play ladies, it's nice to make a dolla holllaaaaa} while I COULD CARE LESS BECAUSE MY CHILD WILL NEVER EVER BE THREE MONTHS OLD AGAIN. {or four or five or six..}  Are you hearing me, sugar?

So here I am trying to find a happy medium, stuck in between the old me and the new me, thinking that the new me would be tickled pink with the option of a new part time jobbie job, while the old me is shaking her head irritably tapping her leopard print Danskos {I'm a nurse, If I wore heels to work the rest of the nurses would shun me.  It's like openly wearing a thong in the Amish Country}

And I'm at a loss.  Now what?  Take the part time job, stop feeling like an exhausted crazy person, and work in a different sense of the word {I now KNOW that women who stay at home WORK}?  Or keep the full time job, WORK for a great salary {I also now KNOW that WORK for an income to pay for a certain lifestyle is a PRIVILEGE easily taken for granted} but know that what I'm worried I may miss, I will certainly never get back?

Can women really have it all, do it all and accomplish ALL of it WELL?  Or are we left to feel guilty for whatever we choose, should we have the luxury of making this choice?

Should you Could you have the time, fabulous article, from Anne-Marie Slaughter.  And to Mrs. Slaugher: I appreciate your forward, honest, CURRENT opinion.

And I'm spent.