Fay-Bans

First things first...

Why the hell do people get so angry on Valentine's Day? Channel: Teenage girls.

My Facebook was blowing up Monday with what seemed to be like hate mail. My news feed was littered with status updates like "I am going to walk up town and throw rocks at every couple I see" and "I f*cking hate today!!!! AHHHH" and "Dear today, please end! Please and thank you, Stars and hearts xoxox love, ME." and my personal favorite:

"The ancient Roman emperor Claudius executed St. Valentine on Feb 14th during the Golden Ages in Rome for illegally marrying young Roman citizens in opposition of the ban of Claudius during the wars in Rome... Happy V-Day."

I hate it when people get super serious about Valentine's Day.. so let me just say this:

Valentine's Day is not intended to make little teenage girls angry and sit around feeling sorry for themselves all day. If you are miserable on Valentine's Day, it's your fault. Now before you get all fired up again... I don't mean, it's your fault you are single... I mean, it's your fault you are miserable and having a pity party. I refuse to be the goody bag at your pity party!!

In my eyes, the point of Valentine's Day is for people to be able to take a step back from their busy lives, slow down, and have a nice evening with their significant other. What's wrong with tokens of appreciation every now and again?

Okay.. now to the point:

As long as I can remember, I have wanted a pair of Ray-Ban wayfarers... until I got a real pair, I settled with multiple pairs of Fay-Bans (Fake Ray-Bans).

The sad thing is.. not all of the Fay-Bans I have owned are pictured. Well, this V-Day, my love Adam bought me my first pair of REAL-BANS! I love them. DC, especially Georgetown, where I work, is full of fashion and I feel so good walking around with my sunglasses on!! :)

And, just for the record... Adam and I are 342 miles away... and according to Google Maps, it would take me 4 days 12 hours and 23 minutes to walk to him. So take THAT overly dramatic teenage girls. Now stop looking so desperate because when you're happy, you're sexy.  Ha





P.S. My roommate loves me:
"Hi - Balls - Steff (the superb roomie)"

Phase 2

So, I'm moving out of Arlington and into DC with my friends Mo and Justin. There are kind enough to let me move into their guest room.

Rather than living a mile from the Ballston metro (not so happenin), I'll be in the heart of U Street :) It's also a short walk to Adams Morgan and Dupont. Pretty ideal. Not to mention the short bus ride to work.

I put an add up on Craigslist for my room and have already gotten about 20 responses. I was hoping to get some weirdos but I was irritated to find that everyone seemed pretty normal (at least from their first email)... we are hosting an open house next week though so hopefully someone will be blog worthy! While I hope someone is worthy enough of an entertaining blog post, I am confident that we will find someone respectable to fill my spot.

I'm so excited to start phase 2 of DC! Bring it on March!

Music According to Jes - February

No matter if you have the winter blues, or are happy in love with Valentine's day right around the corner... you'll love it. I promise (if you're as cool as me at least).

Which song is your favorite?!

Want to hear more?

January Playlist

December Playlist

November Playlist

October Playlist

September Playlist

Close Up Shop!

While my computer was being worked on at work, I was privileged enough to sit at Senior's desk. He's my boss' dad and he needs to retire. He still comes in the office every now and again to take care of some "administrative tasks," but most importantly, he makes sure to "Close up inventory."

"Come Out, Come Out Wherever You Are"

My favorite blogger, The Bloggess just wrote a post on "Coming Out" and speaking up about depression.

She was inspired by this video by Michael Kimber (also a blogger) encouraging people to speak out about mental illness.

This video is long, but worth the time and attention :)

"It's not shameful to be medicated"

A Lost Art

I was watching Californication when at the end of the episode (Season 4, Episode 2), the main character Hank, writes a letter to his daughter. I re-watched those last 5 minutes of the episode over and over, imagining that it was a letter to me from my father.

And I don't think that I am the only one who can relate.

Don't Read This Post

I'm not even going to post this link on Facebook or Twitter because I have high hopes that by the time you actually look at my blog, this post will be so far down the page that you won't even see this... a girl can dream.

Well, it's 10 pm on a Friday night and I have no plans... Now, I know what you're thinking.. but honestly, my only option right now it seems is a collection of guys that I hoped would be my friends and instead have resorted to trying to date me.. RUN!

So, I am not even going to ask them what they are doing and try to tag along. No thanks.. I would rather do this instead:

Yep, that's me.. alone in my house, drinking a beer, and doing pilates. In case you can't tell, I have decided to draw a diagram for you:

Much better. It must be working! I mean look at that bicep...

*this is what happens when you drink and post, or just post out of pure boredom to save yourself from going insane, which clearly didn't work because I still pushed the "Publish Post" button (which proves my insanity).

OH! My phone is ringing! Gotta go.. meeting my friend Mo at the bar :)

Do It Yourself: Mosaic Plate Mirror

I wish I could take credit for this one, but this idea was originally my brother-in-law's mother's idea. She is super crafty and inspiring. My sister created her first mirror about 2 years ago and I have been dying to make one ever since.

This is one of my favorite projects because not only is it easy, but it helps you take out some aggression with a hammer :)

So first, you need to get thrifty and find a mirror and some old plates that match your desired color scheme. (It's fun to recycle someone's old things! Trash to treasure right?!) I decided to pick up the fun colors in my bedspread.

*Make sure your mirror has a relatively flat frame and enough room for you to get crafty with plate placement. It doesn't matter if the frame is "ugly" because you will never see it.

After you get your materials, put a few plates at a time into a paper bag. *For your safety, make sure to wear work gloves so that you do not cut yourself and work goggles to protect your eyes just in case. Next is the fun part, HAMMER TIME! Check periodically to make sure you are smashing the plates to the desired size for your mirror.

After you have all of your plates smashed and ready, use grout mix or mosaic tile mix to apply the plate pieces to the frame of the mirror. I usually place the rounded edge pieces of the mirror around the edges so that there are no points around the edge.

Let dry, and TADAaa!

Another tip, *If you don't like the white grout, you can use tea bags to stain the grout to an off-white color. This is really great for antique style mirrors. Also, you can add beads, antique brooches, etc;

The options are endless and no two mirrors will ever be the same!

January Air

Georgetown, Washington DC

Someone Needs To Explain This...

I blame OU for making me believe that all people are awesome and that "random roommates" are always going to be super cool and turn into your new BFF's.. or even just respect one another.

Welcome to the real world... or the world of Craigslist roommates.

So here it goes... the story of the man boy in the basement.

I had a bunch of my best friends in town for NYE here in DC. It was hands down one of the best weekends of my life. I only have a few towels at my house so I asked everyone to bring their own, along with pillows, blankets, etc; Well one morning, we woke up to a peculiar sight on the kitchen table. There was a white towel spread out with what appeared to be a "questionable brown stain" with a note that read, "Someone needs to explain this..."

At first, I thought it was a joke. We all laughed it off and I kept saying, "Okay guys, whose towel is this?" No one fessed up so I figured they were too embarrassed by the "questionable brown stain" to speak up.

About 2 days later, I finally saw "the man boy in the basement" and he abruptly said, "did you see the note I left?!" to which I replied, "ha, yeah what was that about?!" and he said, "one of your little friends went downstairs and wiped their ass on my towel!"

...let me just let that sink in for a moment...

I felt an immediate sense of confusion and then, I couldn't hold it in any more, I burst out laughing. I said, "You have to be kidding me! You actually think one of my friends, went all the way into the basement just to wipe their ass on your towel?" Do you know how ridiculous that sounds.

Now mind you.. no one went in the basement the entire weekend and there would be no reason to go down there. I only go down there to do my laundry.

Well,

I have an idea for you Mr. Man Boy in the Basement....

Did you ever think that maybe you didn't wipe your own ass good enough and when you got out of the shower, you wiped your own ass on your own damn towel?