I Married Edward Cullen

I don't mean to make anyone jealous, but I married Edward Cullen. I really did. When I think back to the time I started dating my husband, the image that comes to mind is that of a tall, slim man, with ghostly pale skin contrasted by dark, messy (yet structured) locks and big dark eyes; deep dark eyes that only had eyes for me. I see him wearing his black turtle neck and pleatless gray slacks, looking beautiful and serene. Always a gentleman, he opened car doors, pulled out chairs, carried anything heavy, and did anything that he thought was hard or could cause me strain. We had been looking for each other for a long time and we would give our lives for each other just like we have given it to each other. My husband makes me feel beautiful, loved and protected. He's been my Edward Cullen, long before Twilight was written. So, like I said, I married Edward Cullen, the real life version of him.

Meredith's forehead and a few other things. . .

My hubby jumped on the high def. TV bandwagon as soon as it became available. Not only did he need to have high def TV, but he needed to have the one with the best reviews and the clearest picture. Consequently, we have this monstruosity of a TV set that that we can't get rid of because it cost upward of $2,000 and, well, frankly, the picture is really good. In fact, the picture is so good that it is ruining one of my favorite TV shows, Gray's Anatomy. I mean, is it me or does Meredith Gray look super old? Her forehead is driving me bonkers. Don't get me wrong, I think that she's a very cute girl and I am all for being natural and aging gracefully. But, unfortunately, aging gracefully does not seem to be compatible with high def TV. I'm not trying to be mean or catty. All I'm saying is that because of high def. TV, I can't enjoy my show without being distracted by Meredith's forehead and without feeling bad about being distracted by it.

Moving on to a different topic, I got the cutest black dress at Target. And it was only $24.99. Yay! I can't wait until the weather gets better so that I can pair it I'm going to pair them with gladiator sandals!.


Finally, I have to say something about the nanny. She's great. She did the laundry and folded it so nicely that I felt like I was at a store, I even thought about taking a picture of it, but got too lazy. As for the girls, Lulu, the almost pre-schooler formerly known as E., is adjusting o.k., however, Miss Meow, the toddler formerly known as Baby M., does not seem to be very keen on her. But, I'm not going to worry about it, yet. Thank God, Mom has been staying with the nanny and the girls, and that gives me peace.

Insanity

Every time E. and I go to Sweetie and Me, there is a craft for the kids to do. And, every time, I look at the model craft a gazillion times to make sure that I we get it right. I count beads, I match colors, I sort out feathers, I monitor glue usage, essentially, I have an obsessive compulsive break. I was even beginning to think that the recent diminished adult interaction in my life was making me act insane. That is, until I noticed another mommy in the class doing the same. Needless to say, I cracked a joke about it, we bonded over painted macaroni and yarn, and, a week later, her son and her came over to our house for a playdate with my little E. and adult conversation for myself.

Back in the City . . .

I'm back! Not only am I back, but soon I'll be back in the city. You see, this formercitygirl is rejoining the work force. O.k., so I'm only going back to the city work partly part time! O.K. so I'm not going to be anywhere near my former city neighborhood! Fine, I'm not even going to be downtown! But, I will be back in the city, which means, that I get to go to Banana Republic and get a new citygirl working girl wardrobe. Yay!
Yet, as happy as I am to return to the city work, I am torn about leaving the girls. This is certainly a bitter/sweet time in my life. But, hopefully, it is for the best,especially for the girls, otherwise, I would be content to remain forever a full time formercitygirl.

Things

Things that I've been digging lately. . .

Bare Escentuals foundation

My sisters had been trying to get me to switch for the last couple of years, but I resisted. That is, until my October issue of InStyle came in the mail, with a coupon for a free sample of this miracle makeup. As soon as I tried it, I was in LOVE. It's so light, so natural, and sooo mess free, that I couldn't resist. Bye bye Bobbi Brown Ivory #1 (which I seldom use) and HELLO Bare Escentuals Fairly Light!


Pumpkin Bread

It must be the Fall season or something in the air, because I just can't stop baking and eating pumpkin bread. Does using a box mix count as baking? Because if so, I'm also digging baking.


Skinny Jeans

I can't believe I once said that I would never wear these. And from Forever 21, nonetheless. But, they're so girly, and slimming, and flattering and chic, that they make me feel like a city girl again.


Aldi Foods

Who would have thought that generic could be so good on the tummy and good on the pocket?


Unimportant things that I find myself thinking about throughout the day. . .

Why does Caillou have no hair?

His dad and his grandpa have a full head of hair. His friend Leo has a full head of hair. Why is Caillou bald?


Where are Max and Ruby's parents?

It's nice the Ruby helps Max get dressed in the morning and that she tucks him in at night. Grandma makes an appearance sometimes. But, where are Max and Ruby's mom and dad?

Why is it that Barney only hangs out with kids?

You see other grown ups walking around the park, but Barney is never with them. He's always playing ball or flying a kite with the kids and one of the little dinosaurs.


Why am I even thinking about these things in the first place?

I don't know, but it is very scary, because I don't really have time to go around thinking in the first place. . .

I'll Be Right Back!

Is it possible that she knows too much for my own good. I mean, she's just 2 1/2 years old. But, after reading " Max and Ruby, A Snowy Day," this is what she said:

E: E's scarf?

Me: Well, it's not cold enough to wear a scarf. We'll wear it when it in the winter.

E: (Hugs herself and shivers)Cold! E's scarf? (Then, imitating mommy's voice) I'll be right back!

Me: O.K. I'll get your scarf. I'll be right back!

E. Yay, scarf!

Me: Here's your scarf.

E: (Wraps the scarf around her neck, holds in the front with her two little hands, shivers, looks at me, and says) cold. E.'s snowsuit? I'll be right back!

Me: Well, you don't have a snowsuit, we have to buy one.

E: (Excited) Let's go Walmart!

Me: (Laughing yet concerned that my daughter thinks Walmart is the place to go to buy clothes) That's right, we can go buy a snowsuit at Target, Walmart, or the mall.

E: Let's go Target and buy snowsuit!

Me: (Relieved that she said Target, yet embarassed that I am relieved) Target and Walmart are closed now, but we can go tomorrow and buy a snowsuit.

E: Yay!(then, heading towards the door) Get Dada! (Because, surely, he will buy her the snowsuit at 9 pm?)

P.S. I don't know which is worse, that my little E. is a little shopaholic, that she wants to buy clothes at Walmart, or that I am concerned that she wants to shop at Walmart? Maybe, I am obsessed. . .

Above The Drop Ceiling

There's nothing like a coat of fresh paint to change the look of room. And, if you really want to get rid of every trace of the former owners of your new old house, especially if they happen to have terrible taste, the best thing you can do is paint the entire house, inside and out, redo the bathrooms and kitchen and re landscape the front and back yard. So we did. Slowly, but we did it. And, today, the last two bedrooms will be painted. And, any semblance of them having lived there will be gone. Which is great, because we don't like them. We really don't. Mr. Previous homeowner thought that he was a Mr. Fix It when, in fact, he was more of a Mr. Half Ass It. Everything he did was neither pretty nor useful. And, everything he did was left to fall apart as soon as we moved in. But,today, it will all be gone. Well, that is, all except for the fact that he lives two doors down from us and for what lies above the drop ceiling. . .

Flashback: Almost one year ago. E.'s room, dimly lit. Me, sitting on the glider, rocking E. to sleep. E.'s door opens slowly as P. softly enters the room.

P.: (Hesitant) You know how I had to remove the drop ceiling in the office in order to fix that cable that goes into the nursery? Well, I found something above the drop ceiling that is really gross.

Me: (Somewhat uninterested) What? A mouse?

P: No, worse. I don't know if I should tell you this, but I don't want you to find it one day and think that it was me.

Me: What did you find? (my interest peeked)

P: (Suspenseful music) A pair of silk black panties and a red bras.

Me: Wait, What? Are you serious?

P: I wish I wasn't, but I am.

Me: That is disgusting! Why would they leave that there?

P: I don't know. But, I betcha he brought his mistress while the wife and kids were out of town.

Me: But, why would he put them there? Why wouldn't he take them out of the house? (Then, excitedly) I bet he is a cross dresser and that he would lock himself up in his office to wear sexy women's underwear.

P: No, that doesn't make sense. He probably just forgot that he left them there. It's probably been there for years.

Me: Oh, that is so gross! Did you take them out?

P: Me? No way! I'm not touching that!

Me: (Half serious) You know what? We should put them in a bag and drop it off at their front door.

P: That would be funny, but NO.

Me: (Completely serious) You're right. We should save it for one day, when they really piss us off. Then, we can go over there, ring the door bell, ask for the wife and say, "you're husband forgot this at your old house."