This weekend was killer, lots of climbing before the wet weather and time change made it hard to motivate. What is a girl to do when the economy is bad, the weather is cold, and it feels like I should be in bed at 7pm because its so dark? Retail therapy of course! Usually I am on a furniture kick, but lately I gravitate towards lighting. Maybe I am trying to fill my vitamin D quota thanks to this dark weather? Here are the lights I want to sell my non-existent stock for.
this in our bedroom
dining room
two in the front room
I am really excited, design public just contacted me and Luke’s birthday present has finally shipped. His birthday was Sept 16th so, a little late, but worth the wait. I think it will look perfect next to the chair I gave him for our one year wedding anniversary. I know the tradition is to give paper, but I am sure I wrote him a card, I am too superstitious not to. What do you think? 
Wow, I can’t wait for Peach to open September 6th. I don’t do so well, not having a routine. Luke thinks I have been working out too much, really I don’t even think that is possible. All I can say is all the working out has not improved my climbing and doing Pilates everyday might have actually made my rib cage bigger. So, I took up a new hobbie…hair. Holla if you want me to work my magic. PS: you know you are fabulous if you can figure out who/what gave me the inspiration for this shot. 
Well, this is what it takes to look better than Miss Electra. It is hard work riding her in that dress with my hair so fab. The 100 degree weather in SLC doesn’t help either. Oh, and you can buy that dress at PEACH. I promise we will open soon, check back for the details. xo
The wonderful Carmen Electra. I can’t wait until I have a better photo where I actually look better than she does. I hate being outshined, but she’s pretty good at doing that. Bitch knows how to ride.
All the best girls in SLC came out for my birthday. The outfits were rocking, stiletto’s, flashy jewels, designer jeans, and of course the pants. I realized growing old is not so bad when you have a great group of friends and are wise enough to recognize it.
Really, I am not a pill popper. I actually hate taking medicine, but will succumb to promises of clear nasal passages and a restful sleep when I am feeling like hell. I definately fell for it last night, my throat killed and the Theraflu box, felt my pain. Unfortunately it did not live up to its promise and instead of having a restful nights sleep, like Luke finally was, I had caught his case of monkey brain on top of my cold. Bouncing all over the place and barely finishing one thought before another so kindly chimed in, here are some of the things filling my brain instead of dreams last night.
Was his mom mad that he got that tattoo on his arm? Maybe she has one?
There has to be more words that start with Qa in the scrabble dictionary, what the hell are they?
I really miss smoking cigarettes sometimes.
I am still pissed off…repeated over and over like counting sheep. Not good at all.
Luke’s hand feels really big in mine.
Did I forget to reassign shoes to the right product groups at work?
What should I wear tomorrow(I always am thinking this)?
Why can’t I be thinking of something meaningful and profound instead of all this nonsense?
HELP!!!!
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http://www.islumber.com/?s_kwcid=can’t%20sleep|1310163893#
this in our bedroom
dining room
two in the front room
