The Domino Effect

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Are you sick of hearing about what I did on my Virginia vacation yet? I hope not, cause here comes yet another tale. In this exciting chapter, you will hear about how I embraced my Inner Senior Citizen.

I became an avid Domino player. That’s right, yours truly, generally known for being super nerdy hip, young, and dazzlingly stylish, succumbed to peer pressure from my parental units and embraced this old folks home favorite. And what’s worse, I dragged my uber-cool husband down with me.

My mom and I played on a team against my dad and Bobby, and we tooooootally whooped ’em. It was legen…wait for it…DARY! In the world of familial domino-playing, that is. It was on like Donkey Kong! My mother and I seriously laid the girl power smackdown on those dudes, while high-fiving each other and ruthlessly taunting our competition. It was like, totally a “Girls Rule, Boys Drool” moment. Although, in the nursing home, where this game is usually played, I think both genders drool equally.

But anyways. We played every night we were there, and this week I have been having Domino withdrawal. I am thiiiiiiis close to running out and getting a set for Bobby and I. Dominoes in hand, I can then start cruising long-term care facilities for people to play against us.

Protect your Grandmas, people! Or I’m gonna force them to play Dominoes against me. And I plan to show NO mercy.

But to save you, my friends, from a similar dotted-tile related fate, I’ll give you one piece of advice: do not accept an invitation to play games with two people whose most exciting upcoming life events are going on Social Security and/or Medicare in the next 30 days. I beg of you, don’t do it! It’s too late for me, but YOU – you have your whole life ahead of you!

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In Which I Go all Stacy London

Before I quit my job to become lazy a SAHM, I used to have a little thing called CABLE. But alas, it became imperative to cut that $89/month out of the budget when I you know, stopped making money.

I can honestly say I don’t miss it much. But I do miss ONE show…TLC’s “What Not to Wear”. I heart Clinton and Stacy. I want to be them when I grow up. Well, particularly Stacy, because I’d like to stay a girl. When I am shopping, I think, “What would Clinton and Stacy say about this item of clothing?” They helped morph me into the “fit fanatic” I am today.

So, since I’m like, a swanky Style editor and stuff, {rolls eyes}, some of my friends have been asking me for fashion advice lately. ESPECIALLY in the two areas women freak out about the most: swimsuits and (if you’re a blogger) what to wear to BlogHer. One person in particular who was hyperventilating the most was Emily’s and my beloved AmyinOHio.

AmyInOhio - the AWESOME!

So I gave Amy some fashion rules for her body type and helped her pick some outfits out and she quickly became a shopping FANATIC! And I thought, “Hmm, this would make a great post!” So I asked one of my Twitter pals who I knew worked with Marshall’s and TJ Maxx if they’d let Amy and I explore what kind of plus-size fashions they had as well as get Amy the accessories she needed to look FANTABULOUS at BlogHer, particularly the day before it starts, when she is hosting the pre-BlogHer WELCOME LUNCH at Dick’s Last Resort.

She is the hostess with the MOSTESS so she needs to stand out in the crowd for her *fabulous fashion sense*.

So Marshall’s and TJ Maxx hooked Amy up with some gift cards, and Monday night we went shopping!! The plus-size selection was great, particularly at Marshall’s, and Amy had a cart loaded up with stuff to try on! Our shopping trip was crashed by some of our blogger buds, Tricia and Andrea (and Tricia’s cute baby and Andrea’s poor husband!) and we had a great time. The only time I had to whip out my stern Stacy London persona was when Amy wanted to buy a pair of denim capris that were TOO BIG. She argued that they’d be “comfy” but let me tell you, TOO BIG doesn’t look good on anyone!! So don’t go there, ladies. Anyhoo– she didn’t buy them! Yay! But she did get all this:

and this:

for less than $150! Woot Woot!

After shopping, I did a makeover on Amy with makeup provided by my FAVORITE, Mary Kay! She looked amazing…but I can’t reveal the results of her wardrobe and makeup style ’til next week, on Blissful Style. So, stay tuned for that.

And yes, I am available locally for any personal shopping needs you may have. And yes, I will wear a Stacy London wig for an additional fee!

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Jenny, you *were* the gold standard.

Many months ago, Jenny wrote this post:

Yesterday I went to my OB-GYN for my yearly pap (men stop reading here) and when my doctor was done with my exam she said, “Well, my dear, you’re perfect.”

Perfect? Really?

This brings up two questions:

1) Was she referring to my lady business? ‘Cause she’s seen a lot of that in her line of work, so you know, she can make a fair comparison.

2) Do you think she says that to all the girls?

Just wonderin’…

Just last week, I visited my OB-GYN, who is also Jenny’s OB-GYN (we share everything – blogs, jobs, gynecologists…), and Dr. P had barely opened up the door when she made this exclamation:

“You’re perfect!”

But since I was just there to get some test results and I was fully clothed, she couldn’t have been talking about my “lady business,” as Jenny put it. So she must have just been talking about me in general, right? Like I, as a whole, am perfect? (If you’ve ever met me or have even run across this blog before – STOP LAUGHING, it’s possible!)

Probably not.

So Jenny, I hate to burst your bubble, but yes, she says that to all the girls.

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