Where did the weekend go?

It's been a few days since I've been on here, the weekend kind of took over and I haven't stopped moving in days!! Since V-Day was Friday and we both had to work, and since the hubby had to work Saturday morning, we decided to celebrate on Saturday night. Our original plan was to hit up The Melting Pot and then head to the beach, but it didn't work out as planned. The Melting Pot was COMPLETELY booked up all weekend (leave it to me to wait until the last second to try making reservations) and it was a little too chilly for the beach. So instead we headed to TGI Fridays for some dinner and drinks, then rented a hotel for the night and had a mini-getaway. Since I have the best hubs in the world, we had a great time celebrating!

Luckily it was a 3 day weekend--the baskets of clean clothes were starting to take over my bedroom. I know I am not the only one who hates putting clothes away! I have no problem washing and folding the clothes, but the baskets can literally sit there for 2 days a week before I get the motivation to put the clothes away. The idea of laying all the clean clothes out on the bed, putting them all on hangers and trying to shove entirely too many clothes into my closet is such a daunting task. Now all of the clothes are put away and a fresh load waits for me in the dryer. And just as soon as I peel myself away from my comfy bed I will get to it.....

On another note, I got my tattoo!! I actually got it last week, but due to my horrible lack of blogging, I am just mentioning it now. I ended up going for the dream catcher on my rib cage, but I added a little twist by swirling my last name into the feathers. Looks amazing and I would love to share a picture, but due to the gross scabbing and peeling, that will have to wait until next week. And while we are on the topic of my new tattoo, I will also share with everyone that I acted like a big.huge.baby while getting it done. There were words coming out of my mouth that would embarrass even the most seasoned sailor. I even had the poor tattoo artist apologizing for hurting me! You would never know that I had done it ELEVEN times before...let me just say that I am happy I do not have any more room on my rib cages because it was ridiculous. Like, some of the worst pain I've felt in a long time. Luckily the end result came out fabulous, so I am glad I endured the torturous agony discomfort for a few hours.

Now onto what I wore over the weekend. I had all intentions of buying a new dress to wear for our date night, but since it felt like someone was ripping off my ribcage all day on Saturday, I was in no mood to try on new clothes. So instead I opted for some more green and some comfy boots.

 

Tank, Skinnies, Bracelet & Necklace: Rue 21 (Here, here, here, similar here)

Jacket & Boots: Target

Watch: Gift from hubby (similar here)

FYI--if I ever forget to post a what/where about a certain piece of clothing I am wearing, just assume it's from Rue21. Seriously..they need to have like a frequent shoppers club..because I would be president.

I hope everyone had a fabulous weekend!!!

Commercials after midnight....

I hope everyone had a GREAT weekend!!!

I almost got another tattoo last night, but thanks to me being a procrastinator and deciding at 8:00 at night, my tattoo shop was booked up for the night! And I am a complete spur-of-the-moment tattoo person. My current count is 11, and 80% of those were decided on a whim as I was thinking of what to do for the day. But unfortunately, this next one will have to wait.

On to the main topic of this post. Over the weekend while the hubby and I were laying in bed, we saw a commercial that made us both stop, look at each other and question whether or not we actually just witnessed that. The commercial starts out innocent enough--there is a little boy laying in bed, telling his mother how much he misses his dad. At this point in the commercial, you assume that the father is away in the military, and he will pop up at the bedroom door to surprise his miserable lonely family. Well, like mine, your assumption would be wrong. Fast forward a few seconds, and the mom is in her room looking at a picture of her husband--she tells him that she misses him too. So far so good, a real wholesome family commercial. Then she opens her drawer to uncover a gift that her missing husband has left for her. A ring maybe? A beautiful framed picture from their wedding perhaps? Maybe even a note telling her that he is waiting downstairs? Nope. Its a vibrator. A Trojan Vibrations to be exact. Now, I understand that this commercial was on after midnight, when most of the commercials consist of 18-year-olds in nighties laying on red velvet couches,  giggling seductively into the phone. Because, you know, that's how everyone looks on a Saturday night. My big issue with this commercial is that fact that there was a little boy involved in the first 10 seconds. I know that its all about making money, and the idea of the gift in the drawer is great, but how the hell was that explained to the kid playing the part? Like, hey, I know that you are 6 years old and you have no idea what sex is, but do you think your parents would mind if you took part in a vibrator commercial?? Sure, no big deal. Anyway, I have included the commercial below for anyone who doesn't stay awake into the wee hours of the night.

Lovely, right?

I'm off to go whip up a batch of fettuccine alfredo, then I will be counting down the minutes until THE WALKING DEAD!!!!!! Somewhere in the mix of all of that I will be dying my hair to take care of these atrocious roots and then maybe getting to bed at a decent hour to avoid anymore crazy commercials involving kids and sex toys.