Dr. Chic: Understanding Life's Choices.

I'm healed and ready to Carpe some damn Diems!
Discovery: Being healthy is better than being sick.
Never take your health for granted, absorb life while you can; suck it in like a greedy life- absorbing sea sponge!

These Prada sandals are life:

Can I afford them? Of course not, silly. Well, I could, but I'd be in a Sea of Credit Card Debt. *wink*

Don't get upset about other people being able to afford things you can not. That is irrational. Life is about choices. I choose to pay my rent instead of buying Prada shoes.

It is entirely impossible to live inside of a woven high heel sandal, my friends.

Still Going Strong.

My flu, that is.
It is now in the chronic sneeze phase, which is much better (?) than the chronic puking ordeal of two days ago.


I managed to leave the house this morning for my haircut appointment. Nothing like staring at your puffy, pale sick-face for a half an hour.

Bless you.

Maybe I will get to go back to work tomorrow? Whatever, I'm not a Work Martyr. The world definitely keeps turning without me so today, I rest. Again.

Click here for an adorable surprise sneeze.

Sickums.

Great. It's 6:30 in the morning and I'm up feeling siiiiiiiiiiick.
Lame! I made it through the whole Sickmas Season unscathed and now this.



This is what I get for going out and hobnobbing with other humans.
Whatever this variety of flu is, it completely sucks my energy and I'm hurty all over.
I didn't even do the dishes yesterday. Didn't do the DISHES!
I can pretty much only watch one more solid day of TV beforeI go cre-azy.

Ma-che-tey.

Okay, done sorting my tax junk finally. I know, I know,it took a week.
I had a lot of calculating to do and my calculatin' hand is sore.
Surprise New Year's Resolution: Better bookkeeping.
Chilling out watching Glory (Matthew Broderick- horribly miscast) on the boobtube with my new best friend:







I don't even say the brand name out loud, I just call out "get Mama her chicken wine."
For some reason, it doesn't wake me up in the middle of the night like other red wines.
Speaking of horrible miscasting, Lindsay Lohan was out of her league in the stupendously violent Machete:

And it is riffing on B Movies. She's like an E-level actress, time to go away now.

Anyhoo, that movie rocked!

If you don't like fun beheadings and/or Jessica Alba, stay away.

Jay is getting sick of me saying "Ma-che-tey." My new name for him is Butter Knife.

Happy Birthday Silver Falls!

Today marks the two year anniversary of my shop opening!




Who opens a business in the middle of icy January during the blackest hour of the recession?
Me, that's who.
I like to think the whole experience tested my mettle, and indeed, there was mettle testing to the HILT!
I laughed, I cried, I wanted to throw in the towel sometimes but I kept going because I love what I do and that is the #1 important thing in my books.
The fear, worry, lack of time/money is all worth it when you eliminate that sense of dread from your life.
I wake up every morning without dreading what my day holds. I invented my days.
I'm so happy that people keep coming back to my shop and appreciating what I do, such a nice feeling. Thanks people!

Deep n' Delicious.

Had dinner with Jay's sister tonight at our place.
Menu:

green salad
lemon cream pasta
salmon
McCain Cake (it's a Canadian thang)
wine (red/white)

Helpful Tip: Do NOT read the ingredient list on McCain products, ignorance is bliss.
Jay knocked that meal out of the park and I overate with wild abandon.

Unearthed some long lost photos of me when I went home last weekend.
Here I am approx age 14 at my elementary school with my bff Jenny:




What?! I don't remember that green mock-neck shirt at all.

I was big into novelty earrings back then. FYI, that is my hair in it's natural unpermed, undyed state. While y'all were getting perms, I was waiting for flat irons to be invented.

My color eventually turned reddish mousy brown, thanks a lot time.

Frozen Ghost.

Organizing my 2010 receipts and junk.
I always feel like a poseur doing my taxes; like Homer when he wears glasses and acts smart. I really have no idea what taxes are all about STILL:





I guess that is why I must pay my accountant to take care of things.
It is difficult to sort through papers right now because the furnace in my house is broken and my fingers are numb from cold. Seriously, it's some Planet Hoth shit up in here:





I'm wearing my warmest things, including a blanket.
Where is a dying tauntaun to split open when you need one?!


I would settle for this:

Awwww, they printed little guts in the lining.

That is the ONLY item I was ever tempted to buy from Skymall, EVER!

Christmas Oldies.

Whad a weekend! I saw old friends and older friends- life life life.

Two babies were borned holy! Shout out to Maude and Millie. Seems the letter M rules 2011, accept. Congrats to my pals Lora and Meghan.



Here are a few photos from the Christmas 2010 whirlwind.

My dad likes to take pictures and film us while we are eating for some reason. Note to Dad, nobody looks good eating!









Edi in the basement discovering our ancient Star Wars collection:

Lili in the present I special-ordered for him so he will like me, a reversible black/red Spiderman outfit. It was love at first try-on and he is most likely wearing it right now.

Look who's lurking around in the background, Evil Santa:

My bro and his family tearing through gifts. Nice tie, Geekburger:

Now, let us speak of Christmas no more.

Laffs.

Lots of "LOL's" on this site, enjoy.

Your Pointless Life Will End.

Who makes New Years resolutions? Not me, I'm a work in progress all year round, my friends.
It just so happens that some of my new resolutions coincide with the new year, okay?
For instance, I'm trying to buy less coffees and make more at work. Also lunches, must make more lunches.
I do want to walk home from work more since I don't really participate in formal exercising.
It's tough when I am always hauling stuff around in my cozy little car. If you want to have a vintage clothing store, be prepared to haul things around all the time.
No more excuses! Tonight I walked home in the exhilirating cold air. I even did a few yoga breathing techniques that I invented as I walked. I felt my sluggish blood pumping through my veins.
I'm of the "French Women Don't Get Fat" school of thinking. I loathe working out because I think it is boring. I used to be addicted to going to the YMCA. I would get up at 6 in the morning and jam on the elliptical machine for 40 minutes before work. I would run on the treadmill as the lyrics to the Cure's "A Forest" would pound through my brain. Running towards nothing again and again and again.
One day, I just came to the realization that I hated the gym and I stopped going. It is unnatural to me. It makes me feel like a hamster on a wheel. I imagine our ancestors, running after a deer barefoot with spear in hand or tending to the fields dawn til dusk and I feel resolute.
"Shut up Iron Chic! Just because you are naturally thin doesn't mean you have to rub it in our faces!!!!!!!!!!!"
Get over it, I eat very simple, healthy food and I work hard. My grandmother never "worked out" a day in her life and she is 89 and fit as a fiddle. Food makes you fat. You can exercise until the cows come home, but you can never work off 12 slices of pizza.

I famously don't enjoy yoga, I tried it a few times and I would get so bored and only do the poses I wanted to do.



I don't want to do yoga, be in a room with people doing yoga, I don't want to chant shit.......

I don't want to sweat, I don't want to see other people sweat, I don't want to smell people doing yoga....

Indulge some, deprive some. Balance.

Happy 2011.

Here we all are last night:



Not! I was at home watching the Backstreet Boys/NKOTB mish mash at midnight...how boybandtastic was that?!
We had a civilized fancy dinner with the parents last night marking the end of Extreme Family Week. It went by so fast! Just like 2010. I'm hearing and seeing a lot of "2010 sucked" and "so glad it's over" stuff. I, for one, had a pretty great year so yay for me. For all you 2010 Haterz out there, I hope 2011 is your year- change it! Mold it! Kick its Ass! Have some freaking Oprah "a-ha moments" whatever.