Running Is for Evading Alien Abductions

It's Friday, people!

Normally I would be super excited about impending weekend frivolity and getting to sleep late.

But no.

My husband has entered himself in a "Fun Run" for tomorrow morning.

Which means I have to get up at the crack of 

'You've GOT to be freaking kidding me!'

On a Saturday.

Running for fun is something that is so foreign to me.

It's like saying, "I'm doing taxes for fun."

The purpose of running is to get somewhere quickly.

Or to get away from something quickly.

Like aliens.

Which brings me to these two photos I took over the past two days that are obviously evidence of alien abductions:

Two different places.

Two different pairs.

The is no other logical explanation other than aliens abducting people right out of their shoes!

The first pair I came across in the Lowes parking lot.

It was a pair of little girl's sandals.

The second pair was in my neighborhood on the sidewalk.

They were Nike running shoes that looked fairly new-ish.

Obviously the little girl wearing the sandals didn't stand a chance (no pun intended) against aliens.

I mean...you can't run in sandals.

POOF!

But whoever was wearing the Nikes could have at least made a concerted effort to get away.

They're RUNNING shoes for crying out loud!

It's like they were standing there waiting for the light to change and

POOF!

But then I started thinking...

whoever was wearing those Nikes had probably been running for some time because they were training for a Fun Run so they paused to catch their breath in order to make the trek back home and, sensing the fatigue-induced pause, the aliens seized the opportunity to

POOF!

Which is entirely why I do not 'run for fun.'

I'm saving my energy so that if more aliens start abducting people right out of their shoes, maybe I'll be able to outrun them.

Have a fantastic alien abduction free weekend everyone!

À la vie et à l'amour

-Cortney

Narrowing Down Colleges

A recent dinner conversation between my oldest daughter, who has begun the process of narrowing down colleges where she wants her first round of SAT scores sent, and me...

Me: "So, out of the handful of colleges you are sending scores sent to, which one has the best dorm rooms?"  

Daughter: "I don't know.  I didn't really look at that."

Me: (feeling slightly disappointed) "I thought maybe you had checked that part out online already.  Obviously I don't think that should be your criteria for choosing, of course."

Daughter:  "Oh, of course not.  That would be really stupid and completely shallow."

Me: "So what sort of criteria did you use to decide where to send your scores?"

Daughter: "I picked the ones with the best-dressed students on their brochures and website.  But I also factor in how I would look in their school colors."

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 Well played, my snarky little fashionista!

À la vie et à l'amour

-Cortney

Gettin' Figgy With It

The other night I was sitting on the sofa next to my husband staring towards the sliding glass door in our living room that leads to the backyard.

I had been quiet for several minutes (a rarity for me), obviously deep in thought about something.

My husband, taking notice of this odd occurrence, and thinking I am upset about something,

(and probably worried it was something he did like not using a coaster or something really horrific like that) 

is the first to break the silence.

Sean:  "Is everything okay? You look like you're in serious thought over there."

Me:  "I was just thinking that I really need a fig leaf tree near that chair over there."

Sean:  "You're really weird."

Me:  "I know."

I don't know if it's the shiny, deep green color or the funky squiggly leaf edges that make them resemble something out of The Lorax that tickles my fancy but I can't stop thinking about fiddle fig leaf trees lately!

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Johnathan Adler

Elle Decor

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Elle Decor

Anyone have any knowledge or experience with these guys?

How much care do they require?
How often do you water yours?
Do you feed it?
Do they tolerate dust well?
(This last question is quite important if it's going to be living in my house!)

À la vie et à l'amour

-Cortney

Ugly Girls Need Love, Too

Several months ago my 11 year-old son was telling me about his day at school.

He had just learned that day that a particular girl 'liked' him so, naturally, I wanted a few more details in case things got serious and this girl one day turned out to be a future ex-wife or something.

Our conversation was brief and went a little something like this.

Me: Soooo...this girl that likes you...is she nice?

Son: Yeah, she's nice.  

Me: And is she cute?

Son: Um, no.  Not really.  I mean, she's just not my type.

Me: (jokingly) Well, ugly girls need love, too!

Son: NOT FROM ME THEY DON'T!

So you're going to want to check back tomorrow 

(or the next day or maybe the next day)

because I'm planning to share a TOUR of my son's room!

After going through the 162 pictures I took I realized that one area still needs a bit of tweaking.

 (Only about half of the photos themselves sucked which was a total pleasant surprise because my photog skills be seriously lacking, ya'll!)

 Hopefully I'll finish up those trouble spots today, snap a few pics, then have it all up and beauteous within the next couple of days.

Here's a wee-view, though:

(it's like a preview only smaller)

I know.

It's not much.

But I don't want to give it all away because it will spoil the surprise.

Now go show an ugly girl some love!

(Just a hug or a handshake or something.)

Then come back and check out my room tour and show my blog some love!

À la vie et à l'amour

-Cortney

Man Crush Monday

Just a short story to make your Monday special.

As we sat down for dinner yesterday evening, my 15 year old daughter proceeds to tell us that she lost some Pinterest followers because she pinned a bazillion Miley Cyrus photos.

In her super excited over the top theatrical laden style she proclaims,

"I am like totally in love with Miley Cyrus right now.  She's so totally my woman crush!"

To which my 11 year old son, calmly looks up from his dinner and replies, with little to no emotion,

"My man crush is Bilbo Baggins."

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Naturally.

À la vie et à l'amour

-Cortney