Goodbye shorts, hello sweaters

The weather is getting cooler and I have to face facts. It's time to put away my shorts and flip flops. In the words of Pooh: Oh bother! As the last of the warm weather sticks around I'm still dressing for summer and transitioning to capris on the cooler days. But before long it'll be time for pants and sweaters. Luckily I can get by with wearing a t-shirt for a bit longer.

While everyone else is all, Yay! I love my Fall wardrobe...cozy sweaters and leggings, I'm over here mourning my summer clothes. Seriously, there's nothing easier or more comfortable than throwing on a t-shirt or tank top, shorts and flip flops. And I'm all for convenience in clothing. I can practically roll out of bed and into some outfits. That is, if I lay them out ahead of time but let's face it, I'm not nearly that organized.

One thing I'm a little happy for is my boots because now I don't have to get all angsty over my toenails and the fact that I touched up my polish so they wouldn't look all chipped and scratched and now my toes look like they were painted by a crackhead going through withdrawal.

I used to have several pairs of boots all in black and brown because those colors go with everything and also I wanted to be sure that if someone died in the winter I had plenty of proper dark (and cool looking) footwear for the viewing/funeral. Sadly, some of them did not make it during the big move from New Jersey to Las Vegas and had to be given the boot. (a little shoe humor there)

I'm also looking (a bit) forward to wearing jeans again because they look awesome in boots despite how some women choose to dress. Boots and shorts? That's like the socks and sandals thing. But seriously, the right jeans can hide that little belly flab, especially when worn with a nice sweater. And let's not forget the King of all pants for the lazy woman...sweats! Nothing says "I'm comfortable and not doing much of anything today so, who cares?" like a pair of sweats. And there are some cute looking ones in assorted, other-than-grey colors, too, said the woman with three pairs of gray sweats in varying styles. Ah well, at least my sweaters have some color in them. This assures my mother that I'm not a Morticia Addams fashionista. Although, she had swag before it was cool.

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So Long Emily Gilmore, We'll Miss You

We're moving to Las Vegas, Nevada. We've talked about it for years. It was a definite decision last year and a reality now. My mother has known this the entire time. Just now it is hitting her. And hard.

Suddenly the child she adored, her pride and joy, me, is in league with the devil. Why? Because I am taking my son, her grandchild, with me. Now I understand her sadness. She has been a part of his life for 6 years. But she acts as if I am moving to Greenland and that she will never ever see him again. Ever. When in fact, she and my dad plan to visit us in October and will be moving out there themselves within a year or so.

I knew she would have a hard time with our leaving. I figured there would be tears and great emotion. I had no idea she would channel her inner Emily Gilmore (Gilmore Girls tv show) and rain down such levels of guilt that would make even the most Jewish of mothers proud.

I wish she would be more understanding and supportive of me and this decision. It's a big, scary move and well a smile and a hug would go a long way. We used to speak on the phone every day. Now, we hardly talk. In fact, I avoid her. I've become Lorelai, cringing when the phone rings and postponing seeing my own mother.

I seriously hope she comes to understand and forgive me soon. I love her but right now I can't deal with her.

To understand my Gilmore references click the link below.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gilmore_Girls

Moving Right Along

Much has happened since I last wrote. We decided to stop jumping through the banks' hoops and just move to Vegas. We went out there in the beginning of July, found a nice house to rent and here we are....on the eve of the Big Move.

We were supposed to leave last weekend but.....the best laid plans....
The weather has been uncooperative with tons of rain and thunderstorms which hindered putting our "stuff" into the pod that we rented to haul our "stuff" across country. Alas, that phase is complete and the pod people (makes me laugh everytime) came to pick up said pod and began transporting it to our destination.

And last Sunday while going downstairs to my parent's basement to do laundry, I misjudged the last step and fell.....breaking my ankle. . Thankfully 90% of everything was packed already.

My new home is a bigger house for less than I was paying here in Jersey. Go figure. It is in a gated community (fancy schmancy) and about 20 minutes from the LV Strip. Now if we can just get out of here already....