It's true. I have no idea what my actual address is, and until a few days ago I didn't even know what town I live in.
If I haven't been clear about this on my blog, here it is: Keith and I aren't living together. His parents are very generously and graciously allowing me to live in the house they have about 10 minutes away from Keith. So really, it's the best of both worlds. I still get to technically live alone, but when my boyfriend is home from work I get to hang out with him and watch TV and stuff. And FYI, "and stuff" means watch TV. We have like forty-seven billion shows that we're watching right now ... some that are on currently and some that we are trying to catch up on, like Amazing Race from 2013 and Survivor from this past spring. And some are brand new shows that we haven't gotten around to watching yet, like Gotham.
But anyway, back to the address. Here in the mountains, mail doesn't get delivered to homes, it gets delivered to PO boxes. I'm using Keith's PO box for all my mailing needs because his parents don't have a PO box and I don't feel like going through the hassle of getting my own. So I know my mailing address but if you were to ask me my address of residence I'd be like ... deer in the headlights. I don't think it really matters though ... at least not yet. I'm sure it will when people want to come visit and I'm like, "Uh, just drive around and look for the green house with the awesome deck."
Isn't it fun reading all this stuff about my address? You're welcome. Since I'm already on a roll I'll just go ahead and share with you some bits and pieces of what my life has been like for the past week and a half.
// I still like this guy. Weird, right? Especially considering the SF Giants are currently playing (and leading) in the World Series. It's pretty painful and the mimosas I've consumed have slightly helped ease the blow to my ego but all the orange and black still hurts my eyes.
// My days have pretty much been filled with organizing and job hunting. When I moved here, Keith and I just dumped all of my boxes into his spare room because I didn't feel like figuring out what to keep at his house and what to take to his parents' house. But now that I've had nothing but time to watch Gilmore Girls on Netflix organize and stuff, I've had to go through boxes and figure out what I can store in the extra closets at Keith's and what I'll need on a daily basis. And then there are things like my vegetable steamer and coffee creamer, that I know I'll need to use on a daily basis but I'm not sure if I want to use them at my house or at Keith's. For now, they're both at Keith's because that's where the cable and internet is.
// Did you know that when you spend all week watching Netflix and adjusting to living in a new place you get really really tired? I figured that out over the weekend when Keith found me cuddling and sleeping with his beagle, Clementine. Can we also please pay attention to what a good blogger boyfriend he is for taking this picture without even being asked? THIS IS CALLED CANDID.
// Last week, on Tuesday I think, I decided to make a trip to the grocery store. You need to understand, there's a grocery store just down the street from Keith, and then there's a Stater Bros like 15 minutes away. The grocery store close to Keith jacks up the prices on things because it's not a chain, and Stater Bros has normal prices. Like, based on this close grocery store I feel like I understand what Faith and the other Canadians are complaining about when they say that Canada has such high prices on alcohol. Faith, maybe this grocery store is Canadian! If it is, I feel sorry for you.
Anyway, I decided I was going to take some back roads to Stater Bros so I just went on my merry way listening to Lady Antebellum 747 and didn't get nervous until I saw signs for "North Bay" and a "museum" and I have never seen these signs before EVER. SO I did the most reasonable thing: I kept my GPS off and I just kept on driving. Here was my reasoning: up in the mountains ALLLLLLL of the roads are winding and it's really hard for a FLATLANDER like me to recognize the roads, so I just stupidly figured I would eventually get where I needed to be. And I did ... after I had turned on my GPS. If I hadn't done that I have no idea how long I would have traipsed all over the mountains. But when I finally got to my destination this is what I saw and that helped my freakout session lessen.
// Sometimes when you have blogs posts to pen and boxes to organize you end up just drinking a mimosa and staring at the forward facing camera on your iPhone 4s.
// I've been spending some quality time with Keith's dogs: Nostril and Clementine. You read me right, the golden retriever is named Nostril. Keith is aware that his future naming privileges have been revoked and he thinks I'm joking but I swear I'm not.
// I finally found some radio stations to listen to in the car.
// I seriously LOVE it here. Like SO MUCH.
That's all for now because I have to go switch my laundry.
Apparently moving to a new town where I have nothing but time to blog makes me a horrible blogger. The truth is, I have so many thoughts and emotions about this move that I can't seem to get them together enough to actually form a blog post. So, I guess we should just start at the beginning?
The beginning begins exactly one week ago. My alarm was set to go off at 645am, and I wasn't dreading it because my niece was being dropped off at that time, and nothing can get me out of bed faster than niece giggles. I was supposed to have everything all packed up the night before, a requirement I had set upon myself, but then I was too busy going to the pumpkin patch and saying goodbye to my Grandma and Aunt and feeling general sadness and anxiety to get much else done than taking pictures at that pumpkin patch.
Fun fact: I went to the patch with Keith's aunt, uncle, and cousin. Adorable, right? Even more adorable is the super cute time limit you have to pick your pumpkin. You get a wristband and 30 minutes in the pumpkin patch and then they kick your pretty butt OUT that's all goodbye. I mean, unless you want to pay $10 to go on a hay ride and do the corn maze or go down a slide and it was almost 6 when we got there and mazes make my head hurt so it was a timed picking I chose and I didn't even get a pumpkin and I'm ok with that ANYWAY LET'S MOVE ON TO THE MOVE.
So 645 came and I had SOME stuff packed up but mostly I had just spent some time rearranging clothes, and when Kate came over I had to spend a lot of time hanging out with her because have you seen her? She's adorable. So when Keith rolled up at like 8am I was like, "Oh hey dude, you don't have anywhere to be today, do you? Because I am SO not ready, plus we have to go into town to pick some stuff up which will definitely take an hour out of our day because we're going to Target YAY!" and my perfect boyfriend responded with, "That's fine, I want to go to Sports Authority and buy something because I have a coupon." and I tried to get him to buy something for me but he's selfish.
FINALLY we got everything locked and loaded, and my dad made us pancakes AND BACON for breakfast and we set off on our 17 minutes journey to his grandparents' house. Seriously. We took the obligatory "I AM MOVING!" photo complete with my bed in his trunk (does that sound dirty or is it just me?) and we headed off to have lunch with the grandparents.
You should know that that box spring and mattress absolutely DID NOT MOVE during the entire SEVEN HOUR drive to the mountains. I couldn't tell Keith enough how impressed I was with his mattress binding whatever skills. Seriously. You try and tie a pillow-top mattress into a truck and tell me how it goes, and when it doesn't go well you let me know and I'll have Keith call you.
We had BBQ sandwiches for lunch. I'm trying to ignore bread but hello, it was BBQ SANDWICHES and if you know me at all then you know that sandwiches are my favorite food group and I couldn't say no because the last time I had a sandwich was .... I HAVE NO IDEA WHEN IT WAS SO I DESERVED THE FREAKING SANDWICH.
So, like I said, the drive took 7 hours. We left his grandparents at 245 and we FINALLY rolled into my new mountain town at 945, and it's not like we even stopped for dinner or anything. We stopped a couple of times for food and candy bars and the bathroom but no actual food. And now that I think about it I'm pretty annoyed that I didn't get dinner on Friday. Rude.
The last week of my life deserves an entire post on its' (is there supposed to be an apostrophe there? I never know) own, but I don't feel capable of doing that right now because it's too emotional. All you need to know is that it's (I DO know that there's supposed to be an apostrophe THERE) involved a dead mouse, multiple trips to the grocery store, lots and lots of football, getting lost, and some of the most beautiful scenery I've ever seen because hello, MOUNTAINS.
Here's how happy we are to be living less than 10 minutes away from each other for the first time in our lives.
Hello hello hello, and happy Thursday to you and yours! Today I have a special guest: Jenn from Hello Rigby! We decided to collaborate on a post that is all things Halloween since, you know, Halloween is in a mere 8 days. EIGHT DAYS? I'm sorry, what?!?!?!? How did that happen?? Ok just ignore my freak out and let's go ahead and get to our responses. I made Jenn's answers as close to orange as I could and left mine black to get into the spirit.
What was Halloween like for you growing up?
Halloween was by far one of my favorite holidays growing up! Why you ask? Well, obviously because of the non-stop parties! In elementary school, that means classroom parties where the classroom parents made us "Witches Brew" complete with dry ice. As I got older, that obviously meant fun college parties, which I'm sure we've all experienced and may or may not remember.
Halloween for me meant freedom though - my parents are kind of health freaks, so I never got candy or junk food, and Halloween was all about that! Pizza parties, trick or treating, and gorging on candy for days after was my jam!
Growing up, my parents didn't let us celebrate Halloween, which is pretty common in Christian families. For a few years our church had a "harvest festival" where kids could dress up and you could bob for apples (gross) and play carnival style games to win prizes. We never went trick-or-treating but I don't remember it being too big of a deal to me.
Ugh bobbing for apples is gross! I'll take a Caramel Apple over that anyday. Or even a popcorn ball.
I really like bobbing for apples ... but only if I'm the FIRST one doing it! All you do is trap an apple to the bottom of the barrel and bite and you're done and you probably will have won AND not gotten other peoples' spit in your mouth!
What is your favorite Halloween movie?
My favorite Halloween movie is Hocus Pocus. It's a cult classic (okay, maybe not, but let's just pretend it is) complete with my girl SJP.
I didn't watch many Halloween movies growing up. I remember watching Halloweentown on the Disney channel and I always really liked it!
I loved Halloweentown... until I rewatched it a few years ago. So not what I remembered.
You know, it's been a really long time since I've seen it and now I want to rewatch it to see if I still like it!
What do you not like about Halloween?
Hmmm, that's a tough one. I actually love that people will go a little nuts over their costume, though of course I think anyone that pays retail price at a costume store is a cheater. I've always been a fan of making my own costumes with thrift finds or things in my own wardrobe!
I don't really like how crazy people go over costumes. I think that's just because I didn't grow up with that mindset. A few years ago I had several co-workers who would start planning their Halloween costumes in JULY! Also, i'm not creative so I hate trying to think of something funny and unique. A couple of years ago I just wore a fake engagement ring and told people my costume was "engaged."
JULY?! Okay, maybe that is a little too nuts.
I felt like it just gave me more time to realize how supremely NOT creative I am!
What is the best costume you've ever had?
As much as I love those that go a little crazy for costumes, I never really have gone too off the deep end with mine. I've been a witch, a hippie twice, Morticia Addams, Avril Lavigne (yeah, I know), Hello Kitty, a "sexy" princess (my college years, sorry), and many others over the years...
But the ultimate in best costume goes to Rigby. He absolutely hated every second of it, and it is my duty as his dog mom to embarrass my poor dog child:
You NAILED Avril!! Complete with the tie... I love it! My favorite costume I had was a bird costume. Four years ago I got a cheap ruffly yellow dress and sewed a yellow feather boa around the hem of it and colored feathers all over the rest of it and wore orange leggings and gold heels and told people I was a bird. I wish I had pictures of it but that was before Instagram and stuff and I ended up puking on my costume that night ... so.... actually, I think some of my best costumes wasn't even for Halloween. Shortly after I graduated from college I went to a Jersey Shore party and dressed up as Snookie and I'm pretty sure it was awesome... I mean, I ended up hugging the toilet after too many shots of jaeger so you do the math.
What about YOU? What are your favorite things about Halloween? What are some unique traditions that you and your family/group of friends have? Jenn and I would love to hear what you have to say! And don't forget to go check out Hello Rigby! like, now. RIGHT NOW. Go ahead. Thanks for collaborating, Jenn!! Happy Halloween!!!
I'm Sarah Christine, and although I normally blog over at SarahChristineStyle, today I'm excited to be over here on Juliette's blog. SarahChristineStyle is a life and style blog about my journey to becoming my best version and inspiring others to become theirs along the way. I think that becoming our best version is a lot about the inner journey, for me that includes learning to live with anxiety, finding my passions, getting healthy, and chasing my dreams, but I think it is also about the outer appearance as well. I love playing around with fashion and beauty because at the end of the day it is a great way to express our inner selves to those around us. One of my favorite things about fashion is that we all have our own style and when we are really true to ourselves we can all try out the same trends and make them completely different and individual. Today Juliette and I are playing around with that idea a little bit, we chose 3 great Fall trends/styles and each styled them in our own way.
I love a great flannel for Fall, maybe it is the Pacific North-Westerner in me but either way I can't get enough. Whether you are tying it around your waist (hello 90s!) or buttoning it up, I personally believe you can't go wrong with a good flannel for Fall. I went to a few fashion shows in the past couple of weeks in plaid and square prints were all over the runway, so again flannels generally fit perfectly into that trend as well.
For this piece Juliette played up the comfort level that can often be associated with flannel by leaving it open and pairing it with some black jeggings and those super comfy looking moccasins. I decided to play up the fact that I am a Seattleite and paired my favorite green and gray flannel shirt with my puffy vest, skinny jeans, and of course a great pair of boots.
I'm also a sucker for a good scarf (really I'm just a sucker for all things Fall). I may have a large drawer full of them but I don't think you can go wrong with a scarf this time of year. I'm not sure that scarves will ever technically go out of style because there are just so many options, the shape, the way to wear it, and the prints will definitely change over time, but the scarves themselves will always be a part of my wardrobe at least.
Juliette chose an amazing printed scarf that just looks like Fall to style for this look and she paired it with a really comfy looking green sweater and flats that pulled color from her scarf. I decided to dress my scarf up a bit for this one wearing it with a contrasting colored shirt, some basic jeans, and then some fun heels that pull the animal print out of the scarf and tie the whole look together.
Do I even have to say that this is another thing I love about Fall? I have loved layering clothes for as long as I can remember, and one of my favorite things about what I saw on the runway this year was that layering has been taken to the next level. I saw so much layering that consisted of differing lengths of pieces this year and I always love seeing layering of different textures as well.
For this look Juliette a really cute pink and purple plaid shirt with a denim jacket (can I just say I'm jealous of that jacket I've yet to find a good denim jacket myself), and finished it off with those comfy moccasins again. I pulled straight from what I saw on the runway and layered a navy sweater over a longer blouse mixing both lengths and textures, then I finished it off with some forest green jeans and my new favorite shoes of the season.
Now it's your turn. How would you style these Fall staples? Feel free to share in the comments, head over to my blog to let me know, or post a picture on Instagram and tag both myself (@SarahChristineStyle) and Juliette (@jliette) so we can see.
I cried at work yesterday, and not just because it was Monday.
I get to work at 7 and my boss doesn't usually show up until 9 at the earliest. I love having a couple of hours to myself in the morning to drink my coffee, be quiet, and look over my work load and set up a game plan for the day. On Sunday night I didn't sleep well at all so when my alarm went off at 6am I felt dead to the world and I knew I'd be a couple of minutes late to work but I knew it wouldn't be the end of the world. When I pulled in at about 7:07, I saw my boss's car and in my state of exhaustion and general overwhelmed-ness of everything happening this week, I groaned.
While my coffee was brewing I cut into my breakfast peach and realized that peach season is definitely over because this is at least the 5th peach I've cut into in the last month that has been mealy and disgusting and has made me want to vomit. So basically between being exhausted, my boss being at work earlier than normal, and having my breakfast hopes and dreams crushed by the mealy peach, I was not in a good mood.
My boss made the mistake of asking me how I was doing, and that's when the waterworks started. Through my blubbering I told my boss I was just crying because "it's the last week" and he took that to mean I was going to miss him SOOOOO much and that I was so sad to not be working for him. "It's ok!! I'll send you Christmas cards! You can call any time! I'm sure you'll come back and visit the office! I won't change my phone number!"
Am I a bad person because I let him believe that was why I was so sad? Maybe. I don't care.
Oh oh oh, THEN he sat down and started discussing Gone Girl with me. He kept talking about bits and pieces of the movie that just didn't seem realistic, so I gave him my most condescending look and replied, "You know it's just a MOVIE, right? Those people are ACTORS. None of it was REAL. They were reading from a SCRIPT. IT. WAS. FAKE." If I had been sitting closer to him I would have patted his head. Luckily for me my boss has a pretty good sense of humor and he just laughed at my condescending tone.
That's all I have for you today unless you'd like to see some pictures of my niece that I already posted to Instagram but I'm posting here too because I'm a woman of abundance or something.
This week hasn't been the best. I've been in a pretty bad mood for the majority of the week and have made about zero effort to snap out of it. But, since it's Friday and I have a full weekend (of goodbyes) ahead of me, I decided to be a little more positive than I have been the rest of the week and try and not write a blog post that's just me complaining about stuff. YOU'RE WELCOME I DO THIS FOR YOU.
// I used to think I was the only one my age who loves Jeopardy so much and I felt like that made me unique and quirky and nerdy, but apparently it doesn't make me that special because everybody loves Jeopardy. That's fine, now we can all talk about it together! First of all, I'm a huge fan of Trebek's mustache. I think it makes him look so distinguished and I hope he never gets rid of it. What do you think? I heard that people have been voting on which look they like better and it's split pretty evenly, which surprises me.
But let's move on from the mustache because last night one of the most exciting things ever occurred while I was watching Jeopardy with my parents. Are you ready? Are you sure? Fine, I'll tell you. I got Final Jeopardy right and all the contestants and my parents got it wrong hahahahahahaha.
A 2012 poll by Britain's National Army Museum voted this man, born in 1732,
as the nation's greatest military enemy.
Do you know it? Make a guess and I'll tell you if you're right. I bet you will be. You guys all seem pretty smart to me. I never get the historical/geographical/scientific questions right so I was super proud of myself. My best categories are "food" and "movies/tv." But mostly food. Especially candy. Suck it, Trebek.
// Speaking of candy, for the past few months I've not been eating it much. This could be a whole other blog post, but for the past few years I've been steadily gaining weight and making some half-assed attempts at getting rid of it. The number on the scale kept creeping up and before I knew it, I had gained 55 pounds since my college graduation. None of my clothes fit (not even my sweatpants!) and I was self-conscious and uncomfortable every day. I came down with some kind of stomach bug a while ago and couldn't eat anything for a couple of days and when I could eat again, I felt like the crap I'd been filling myself with was gone and I decided I wanted to put healthier things into my body and get more active. Since then I've lost a little over 40 pounds and I feel better than I have in a LONG time. I can tell a big difference in my face, so for your viewing pleasure here are two pictures of my face for you to look at you're welcome. You may not be able to tell a difference, but I can and I'm pretty proud of myself.
// My niece is startling to talk more. I haven't heard it but my sister said she says, "Uh oh," "What/s this?" and "Moo." The "moo" is my favorite and I can't wait to hear it.
// Tomorrow is Saturday and I get to sleep in.
// Today I get to eat fish tacos for lunch and I don't know if you know, but these fish tacos I get are starting to rival sandwiches as my favorite food. SO GOOD. I could eat like 12 of them at a time ... but that would probably not be good for the last 13-15 pounds I'm trying to lose. Whatever. I hate you, calories. You have no friends.
I think that's all. Writing down these positive things has actually put me in a better mood ... or maybe that's just the three cups of coffee I've had so far this morning. Who knows? Happy weekend I love you goodbye.