Timeless Treasures

I love antique stores. I rarely find time to actually go to them, but when I do...I could spend all day doing it. Each store is unique in it's own special way. Old army jackets, picture frames, door knobs, lamps, china.....and then, when you think you have seen it all, you enter a store that has so many things that are completely different than what you have just looked at (for the past 4 hours).


This was in a store, that you had to go through another door marked, "Back Room Open.". I could have stayed there for hours just looking at such uniqueness. I overheard a man telling another lady that a wedding party came back here and took pictures. Seriously. Coolest. Place. Ever.


Each little trinket. I look at it and wonder where it came from. What was it like when this was bought by the person who originally owned it. Was it a gift for a loved one? Was it taken from a house of a person that passed away? So many questions go through my head....I wish I was the kind of person on The Mentalist who when they touched something, all of the memories come rushing through their body. (of course I would want to turn that power on and off though, because I don't want to see EVERY memory, some of them could be quite awkward to watch.)

Goodbye Jeep Patriot.

Rental cars have rolled in and out of my life the past couple months. Whether it be someone hitting my car, my clutch going out, or the most recent deer collision....I have had my fair share of rental cars. I love rental cars. They are an opportunity for you to feel like you have a new car, without the cost of paying sales tax and car payments. The new car smell. The new car vacuum job. Everything is fresh and untouched.

I loved the rental car that I have had the past week and 3 days. A Jeep Patriot. 4 doors. SO much more room than my 2-door Stratus. The new car smell!! And today, I had to say goodbye....



And it made me sad. Goodbye Jeep - you will truely be missed.

Why Do I Love Living In St. Louis?

Because you never know when the Cardinal's mascot is going to show up. I was at a wedding reception this weekend and granted, the bride works for the Cardinal's...but this was totally unexpected for me. And FYI, he is quite the sweaty bird.

Oh Deer....

Looking back on my 34 years of life, I can pinpoint a few moments that were extremely traumatizing experiences. Experiences that left me scarred for quite some time. There's minor traumatizing experiences like getting hit in the stomach with a baseball when a friend of mine were playing in the front yard. Or riding my bike and my BFF necklace I shared with a friend broke apart and I thought I lost it. OR there are some other major traumatic moments like my uncle passing away suddenly. Or flipping my own car on a major highway while driving home from school on a wintery night......but in reality, HITTING A DEER takes the cake with the most traumatic experience of my life.

A living, breathing creature collided with my front bumper and hood last week and I seriously still see it's big eyes staring at me. Granted, I think my car ended up being hurt far worse than the deer. It scurried off and I never saw it again, but my car....terrible. After all of the major things that have happened to my car within a matter of months, some might speculate that it's "cursed". I am starting to believe that more and more. Whether that may be the case, I hope I never have to experience hitting another deer ever again.

Just When I Settle In

Just when I start getting comfortable with a blog location....another cool one finds me. Has anyone ever stumbled upon TUMBLR.com? As tempted as I might be, I will not stray dear blogger. But seriously...super cool site. (and Shannon, if you are looking for more blogs to follow because your bestie (me) doesn't update enough - this would be the location.)

Leave It the Way You Found it....

Being a mom, I am a big advocate of saying, "Return things to where you found them when you are done playing with them." or "Leave the location the way you found it." So when I am not being a mom (which is basically never, because I tend to work with a bunch of idiots - not you Shannon.) and things happen that throw me back into mom mode...it annoys me.

Like this morning.

I get to work ass early because my son catches the bus at 6:40am. So, since I am up already....I might as well go to work. (it allows me to get home a little earlier and that means my son is not at home alone longer than he needs to be. Being a 12 year old, being home alone makes me slightly nervous. That's a whole 'nother post in itself) So...work. Here I am. Our room is made up of an Art Director (me), a graphic designer (awesome chick that is my bestie), a photographer, a videographer, and a marketing assistant. We all like the lights to be off at all times and only our desk lamps illuminate the room. It's calming and easier on the eyes.

So when the cleaning people come in the room this morning and blast on the lights....I automatically am annoyed. When they don't turn them off after they leave....I launch into pissed off mode. Like really???! Leave the location the way you found it people.