For Going Out, Of Course

Let's talk about this top from Old Navy.

Cute, right?

I love the little print and the pockets and the scoop neck.

But, my favorite part is that it is called the "Going Out Blouse."

Don't you feel like someone's grandma named it that?

Make-Up for Lost Sleep Monday

I am switching classrooms, and I spent my day moving bookshelves and cleaning out my super messy desk.

I am headed to bed with a copy of Mockingjay and plan to get some sleep.  (Though I have to admit that the Hunger Games series is the main reason I have been so tired lately!)

Make-Up Monday: Urban Decay Naked Palette

If I had a tree in the backyard that grew Sephora gift cards, I would buy this palette in a heartbeat.

(There is not a single shade in there that I don't like.)

I can see why this was one of those can't-keep-it-on-the-shelves items when it first came out.

If (hypothetically) my birthday were three months away, would it be too early to start making a wish list?

Reason #58984 That Marriage is the Best

Me: Hey, is this dress too short to wear without leggings?

Mr. Kinne: I don't know.  Bend over like you're picking something up.

(Pause)

Mr. Kinne: Yep, I can see your whole backside.

Me: Awesome. I'll grab those leggings.

A Love Story

There I was, in the Banana Republic Outlet, minding my own business, when Beth said, "Look at this dress!"

And, right there on the spot, I fell madly, deeply in dress-love with this ruffly little black dress with tiny grey deer on it.

I tried to resist its charms-- and its higher-than-I-wanted-to-pay price tag, but Beth and I ultimately decided I would be kicking myself later if I just left it there on the hanger.

So, it came home with me, and we made a date to attend my cousin's wedding together.  (Mr. Kinne tagged along, too).

My fabulous little deer dress was the perfect date, and we will definitely be going out together more in the near future.

(The beautiful bride, my deer dress and me)

Keeping My Head Up

Here's the thing.

I won't say that the ocean cured me of my heartache.

But a few days by the water and one amazing lobster roll really did help.

(I wish I had a picture of this miraculous lobster roll, but I was too busy eating it)

I won't lie-- we are still struggling a little bit here at the Kinne house. 

Mr. Kinne's job situation is very much up in the air.  He was working as a building substitute at the same school for a few years, and he got passed over for a history position that opened up.  (He is a total history nerd, and he would have been amazing at that job.) I keep reminding him that he will end up right where he is supposed to be-- but that doesn't make the job search any less frustrating.

I am (still) not knocked up, but I've been to a couple doctor's offices recently where we have started looking into why exactly that might be.  I actually had to put off a procedure because the only available appointment was during our trip to the Cape. (I am starting to feel like infertility could really get in the way of living life if you let it!)

But, the hardest thing for me is that, a couple weeks ago, my dad moved clear across the country.  To be honest, it is kind of the worst.  My dad is one of my very favorite people on the planet, and I would like him to be on the same part of the planet as me.

(This is my dad in 1972, driving cross-country and generally being awesome).

I respect his reasons for leaving, and I think this could be really good for him.  But, completely selfishly, I am going to miss having him around.

Still, I am trying my very best to remain positive, especially because life is full of so many wonderful things.

For example, I am going to be moving into a classroom with a Smartboard in just a few weeks.  (My very own Smartboard!)

And, there is still such a thing as Nutella in the world.

So, things aren't all bad, are they?