hooky.

I'm playing hooky from work today.

Why you ask?

Because I'm headed here.

That is if I can drag Mr. Perfect out of bed.

*ETA: Change of plans. Headed to the beach.. oh sweet summertime!

awww shucks!

I'm a complete slacker. I've gotten a couple of awards lately and don't want you sweet ladies to think I don't appreciate them, because I do!! I just have the attention span of a flea.


I received the Honest Scrap Award from Meg and Loren. Both of these ladies have the sweetest blogs and you should most definitely check them out sometime!

Here are the Honest Scrap stipulations:

1. Choose a minimum of 7 blogs that you find interesting and engaging

2. Show the 7 winners names and links on your blog and leave a comment informing them that they have won the "Honest Scrap Award"

3. List at least 10 honest things about yourself.

I think this award has been going around for a while so if you're reading this and haven't received it before, then consider yourself tagged. I do love a cop out. =)

My 10 things.. hmmm.

1. I am still deathly afraid of the thought of having children. Insane I know with everything I'm going through, but I am terrified. Deserves a post in and of itself. Maybe one day.

2. I will not tolerate rudeness in people. Get over yourself. It is my top pet peeve.

3. I cannot get to work on time. I know I don't get up early enough, but even on those rare occasions I do get up early, I will still play around and end up late. At least I get there before my boss does so he has no idea.. teehee.

4. If I don't like you, you will know it. I am a horrible actress and honestly, I just hate wasting people's time. I mean nothing by it, but seriously, wouldn't you rather know what people think of you?! I would. No false pretenses here.

5. I laugh in horribly inappropriate situations. Like funerals and carrying deceased pets out to their owners. I can't help it. I do not do well in high stress. I'm pretty good at hiding the flaw of mine though.

6. I've torn the ligaments in my left knee so many times that it now never locks into place. It just kind of swings back and forth and gives out on me a lot. Doesn't hurt though, it just stays numb.

7. I get a head ache every single day. I can set my watch by those suckers.

8. I HATE shopping. Gasp! But I love clothes, accessories, shoes, purses, etc. I can online shop for days, but to head to a mall, sends me into a mild anxiety attack. See # 2. They are out in droves running amongst us and I always find them when out shopping. If I go shopping I know just what I want and where to get it and I am in and out. Thinking about just going window shopping and not buying?!? I think I just broke into hives.....

9. I very rarely get angry. I wouldn't call me overly optimistic. I just tend to live in my own little (happy) world. I love the people (and animals) I surround myself with, so I have no reason to be mad. Except at work. But I get over it quickly.

10. I love old people. Especially little old men. They are my heart. I prefer the seniors in our church to the ones my age any day of the week. I wonder if I'll still like old people when I am one.. hmmmmmm




I received the Keepsake Award from Lara. Lara is getting married next week so hop on over and give her a big Congrats!!

Thanks again ladies! Very much appreciated!

Show Us Where You Live Friday - Master Bedroom

I'm kind of excited that it's master bedroom day on Kelly's house tour. If you remember, this is the room that we ripped up the carpet and played Norm Abram in, I mean put tile in. I never want carpet in any of my future homes. Seriously. I heart my tile floor.

As with all previous posts, this room is not completely done. I've mentioned it before but will remind you that here in the Imperfect household we lack some serious sticktoitofness (come on Blogger spell check, that's totally a word!) and moved from this room to another without completely finishing up. But it's the closest to done in the house.

Gah, enough of my jabbering, here's our room.



Headed into our room from the hall. I've known from the very beginning of re-doing this room that it would be brown and blue. Of course the Mister fought me on brown walls but now he absolutely loves them. You'll remember the same thing happened with the paint color in our bathroom...



Another view coming into the room. That's our laundry hamper on the right which we hardly use. We usually just leave our clothes on the floor so the dog's can sleep on them. I can't believe I just admitted that.



I love my bedspread!! I looked forever and saw this randomly at a SteinMart of all places. I'd never even been in there, I just happened to walk through one day on my way to Old Navy and saw this. It was a bit more than I would have wanted to pay but it's so worth it. Of course now Mr. Perfect won't let Lacy on the bed.. Price you have to pay.

Our bed is a California King and is the best investment ever. We need a headboard, but I don't even care. We had a bed set to go with our queen that's now in the guest room, but we were going to kill one another if we didn't upgrade to a larger bed. Apparently I move in my sleep. A lot.




The Mister's night stand. This is actually his childhood furniture that we stripped down, painted, and put new hardware on. We've been all about the DIY projects this year.



My dresser on my side of the bed. I love that picture. It's a yellow lab sleeping on the bed and is called "Master Bedroom". I'm just looking for a white frame to mat it in and it will hang above my dresser.



The dresser across from our bed. The TV in our room was a huge deal to get. I HATE televisions in the bedroom. I just don't think it's the place for them. I fought tooth and nail to not have one and then came home one day to this. I lost it! But after my meltdown I got over it and now have to admit it's not so bad. We actually hardly ever watch it. It's been my best friend after surgeries in the past though.

We are still looking for a mirror we're both in love with to put above the dresser. And when I say looking, I mean we hardly ever think about it and it wasn't until I went to put this post together that I remembered we don't have one. Oops.




My closet with the Mister's belts and shoes in it. I won the closet, I can let him keep his shoes in his room right?!



Our room! Isn't the tile divine?! I can't say enough about how much I love it. Mr. Perfect was definitely right on that call. I have a project I'm working on right now for above our bed. But that gets a big fat to be continued...

We said Goodbye to the King of Pop a while ago..

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Yesterday while booking it on the treadmill, my cell phone lights up. So I pick it up and read a Tweet that says something like "omg. Michael Jackson what??". I put my phone back down and think how odd that was. Back to booking it and my phone lights up again. Two new messages. I open them and read that Michael Jackson is dead.

I stopped running and yelled "WHAT?!".

Then I had to grab the bar and pull myself up because the treadmill never quit moving. Seriously, Twitter almost killed me.

After I stopped the treadmill, I look at my friend Donner who was running next to me (doing my best to ignore everyone staring at the weirdo who almost fell off the t-mill) and tell her Michael is dead. She doesn't believe me. So I call the Mr. at home and find out it's true. My daggum town wasn't even reporting on it yet!!

It's sad. What's even sadder is when I signed on to Facebook and see statuses about little boys sleeping well at nite now. Gross and uncool. Show some respect. This goes back to how sad I am that my generation missed another icon. I love his music. Love it. But I didn't until I was older and by that time he was a "freak". It's sad that for people my age when you hear Michael's name, it's more likely to pull forth an image of him holding a baby over a balcony or showing up to court in pajamas than a man moonwalking across a stage. The thing is, we will never see another like him. What he did for music and for videos is something that will never be done again. For that I am sad.

At the same time, we said good-bye to the "King of Pop" years ago. Call it what you want, but in this last decade, he has not been the Michael Jackson that graced us with "P.Y.T", "Beat It", or "Rock With You". But respect should be given for his reign in pop culture and I for one was sad to see him go- years ago.

R.I.P Michael Jackson. Your music was and will always be amazing.

My fave...

pedometer = FAIL

I couldn't figure out why my run on Monday almost killed me.

Literally.

I get that it was hot outside (105 to be exact), I get that I was tired from being on my feet all day, but 3 miles almost killing me?!? Not cool.

It also took me 45 minutes to do. Huh?!

I chalked it up to a crappy day. I tried out some new neighborhoods and stuff because I had a handy little pedometer with me that enabled me to go off my regularly scheduled route. I enjoyed the first 3/4 of the run, but I was dying by the time I got home.

Last nite I was on the treadmill doing my run* but also had my pedometer on as well. At the end of my 3 miles (per t-mill) the pedometer said I had ran .7 miles. Are. You. Kidding. Me.
*Twitter and the MJ story almost got me killed yesterday. Details to follow.

I decided to take the car out and get some idea of how far I had actually ran on Monday. It was almost 5 miles. My pedometer tried to kill me.

I have got to get my little Garmin buddy fixed. The pedometer is great for measuring steps during the day, but I just don't think it can distinguish a serious run for distance between walking around all day. Is that right? Or is my pedometer just not working right?