Pegleg Starfish

I’ve got some good news! 

No, I didn’t win the lotto.  No I didn’t cure cancer.  But I did accomplish an amazing feat this Friday afternoon. 

I found a pair of shoes to wear with the blue dress that I bought.  I seriously deserve a medal for this.  Maybe a trophy and a savings bond.  As you may have read…I have a wedding to go to the end of this month.  I had some confusion about the dress code, which is Semi Formal.

But I found a lovely dress. Even typing the word ‘dress’ makes me all itchy and uncomfortable. I can’t say that I’m looking forward to wearing a dress for a day, but I do like the dress so that helps. Honestly, finding the outfit was easier than I thought it would be. Normally, I hate clothes shopping. Nothing ever fits, I get upset about being fat, then I fume out of the store and pick up a candy bar or two at the nearest gas station. But finding this dress (which I bought at CATO) was surprisingly easy.

But this post isn’t about the dress. Been there, done that. This post is about the shoes that I found to wear with the dress.

Let’s take a minute to talk about my feet and why they make shoe shopping difficult.

First of all, I wear a size 11. Yes, you read that correctly…a size 11. Some of you probably didn’t know women’s shoes came in size 11. Well, they do. Most are hideous, and the boxes they come in are huge. On the up side, I get a little more material for the money. But shoes just don’t look as cute in size 11 as they do in say, a size 7.5. A pair of flats look like a pair ofcanoes in a size 11.

Secondly, I have really long toes. I think if I ever lose a finger, doctors can just put a toe on my hand and no one will know the difference.

And last, but not least. I have unnecessary bones on the sides of my feet. It’s like I was almost meant to have a sixth toe, but nothing developed. If we ever become bff’s, I may put a picture of my feet on here. Maybe not, that would be scary for all of you. And I want you to come back. I love you.

All of those issues, means that finding a cute pair of shoes is hard. I have plenty of shoes that I like, but none of they are appropriate for that blue dress. I really wanted a white or tan shoe since the dress is light and summery. A pair of black pumps just wouldn’t go. KWIM? I also wanted to go with something strappy like a sandal. I would have even went for a bling-y pair of flip flops. But-I found a cute pair of shoes that will look great with my dress. And they don’t make me want to cut me feet off from shoe pain! Double bonus. See how freakin’ cute they are!?

Perfect!  It’s hard to tell in this pic, but the color is a little bit off-white.  They are closed toe, but still look summery and cute.  They even have a bit of a heel.  It’s a wedge heel, so I think I can make it through the day without spraining an ankle.  (Knock on wood) 

I bought them at Payless.  I just checked them out on their website and these shoes also come in black.  If I still like these after the wedding, I may order the black pair.  When you find something this good in a size eleven-you have to buy it in every color.  It’s a secret rule that all giant footed women live by.  You can get a close up look at them and order yourself a pair here: 

http://www.payless.com/Catalog/ProductDetail.aspx?&TLC=Womens&SLC=WomensStory&BLC=WomensPromoDetails&Width=Regular&ItemCode=59915&LotNumber=062383&Type=Adult&Popularity=&DescriptiveColor=Cream

(Btw, if I wasn’t lazy I would have turned that giant, ugly link into a word like “Shoes”  that you could click on that would take you to the site, but I’m lazy so I just past the entire link in here.  Now get off my back already!)

I think these are pretty darn cute and meet al the criteria for covering not only my monkey toes, but the strange extra bones as well.  They feel really comfortable, and I hope I can say the same thing after wearing them all day.  I bought this pair of flip-flops as back up just in case these start to kill my feet: 

http://www.payless.com/Catalog/ProductDetail.aspx?&TLC=Womens&SLC=WomensSandals&BLC=WomensSandalsBeach&Width=Regular&ItemCode=59945&LotNumber=061432&Type=Adult&Popularity=&DescriptiveColor=Black&Size=11

 I also did some gymnastics today!

That bar that my foot is on is actually 7 and a half feet tall.  It’s hard to tell from the picture.  :)  I kid, I kid.  But even my giant Amazon-woman feet look kinda, sorta, smallish in these shoes.  I’m so happy that I found these shoes.  They are perfect!  Even my Mom will like these.  I think. 

Guys…..I apologize for yet another girly-type post.  If you made it all the way through, thanks.  If not that’s OK too.  I’ll try to do something really manly that I can write about on my blog.  Skeet shooting?  Drag racing?  What?  I know the only girly things you want to hear about are boobs. 

But I have to break it to the boob guys.  You are in the wrong place for boobs.  Believe you me. 

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Exciting News for my millions of fans!!!!!!!!!!!:

PLSF will be having a contest to help me name the PLSF mascot that will be revealed tomorrow!  He’s so sweet you have to come back and see.  And when I say contest, I don’t mean the type of contest where you actually win something.  I mean one of those just for fun type contests.  Although, I suppose pride and glory can be considered a prize, right? 

Tell your friends to stop by and visit.  Unless you want the pride and glory all to yourself. 

I apologize for not giving you a well written, thoughtful, poignant, post today.  But…it’s Friday.  And since I write my posts the day before I post them (usually) that means that it’s Grey’s Anatomy/LOST night here at my place.  Most of my evening is taken up by television so that doesn’t leave me a lot of time to come up with a witty and meaningful post.  And truth be told, I’m saving my really good stuff for when my blog finally gets popular.  Kidding. 

I’m just going to chat about a few things that are on my mind at this moment. 

LOST was so good tonight.  Next Thursday is the 2 hour season finale!  Grey’s was good too, but LOST has taken the number one spot on my TV list.  And I really like this time zone here in Houston.  We are Central time which means the television shows come on an hour earlier.  So instead of having to wait until nine o’clock to watch LOST, I get to watch it at 8 p.m.

There’s a guy in Michigan who’s walking across the state in stilts to raise money for Cerebral Palsy.  I guess the longer the legs you have the more ground you can cover. 

My granola crunching sister pointed me to this great video about how Americans are over-consuming our resources away and steps that everyone can do to help.  It’s about 20 minutes long, but I really like how the whole process is explained in lay mans terms and crisp graphics.  See what happens to all that crap that we don’t need, but buy anyway.  Check it our here:  http://www.storyofstuff.com/

And since I love my granola crunching sister, I’m going to point her and all of you to another interesting website.  I saw these folks on the news and knew she would dig them.  This family of four grows everything that they consume on their 5th of an acre in the suburbs of LA.  Anything they don’t eat, they sell.  It made me want to go plant some crops or at least get a tomato plant.  Here’s there website:   http://pathtofreedom.com/

I think I have the world’s first litter trained dog.  Remeber my recent post about the new ”dog proof” litterbox?  Well, it apparently wasn’t dog proof enough.  Hurley was missing for a minute and when I called him he came running out of the laundry room which is where the cat’s litterbox is.  I went in there to check it out and there was fresh poo in there.  It wasn’t buried and could possibly/maybe be Hurley’s poo.  WTF!!!!???  I don’t want him to poo/pee in the house.  Not even in the litterbox.  This is just bizarro!

I also have an insane cat.  Who made me want to kill someone Thursday morning when I was trying to get my beauty sleep.  Ok…we keep Hurley in a crate during the night in the bedroom.  We keep the doors closed so that the cat doesn’t come into the room.  Hurley starts whining and barking when he sees the cat when he is locked up like a furry, litte prisoner.  And she seriously taunts him when he’s locked up.  So…for the past few mornings I’ve been rudely awakened by the cat meowing, Loudly outside the bedroom door.  I layed in bed waiting for this to stop and hoping that T would be bothered enough to get out of bed and do something about it.  But NO-he just pretended to sleep for the next hour.  I attempted to swat the cat with a shoe, but she just kept coming back!  She wants to sleep on the bed, but I don’t want Hurley to bark all night.  Tonight we’re going to put Hurley (in his crate) in the bathroom.  That way the cat can come into the bedroom and Hurley won’t see her taunting him.  Why can’t we just all get along?

Wal-Mart is doing a deal where you can cash your stimulus checks for free!  I think banks do that too, right!?  But then again, you can’t buy cheap, imported, unnecessary goods at banks.

Speaking of global warming/Earth/recycling, you should rent The 11th Hour.  It’s a movie that has experts talking about our planet and how we are destroying it at an alarming rate.  I liked this more than Al Gore’s video because it was less about fancy charts and colorful graphs and more conversational and relatable.  And there were some good things mentioned that we can all do to help.  And it’s narrated by my other boyfriend, Leonardo DiCaprio.  Seriously, if you aren’t recycling then shame on you.  It’s the least you could do-so……do it!  And don’t use paper plates anymore either. 

I think we may go to the movies this weekend and watch the new Narnia movie, Prince Caspian.  The first one was awesome, so this has to be good.  Indiana Jones looks good too.  I love the first ones and I’m so glad that Harrison Ford is still Indiana and I also love that my other other boyfriend Shia LeBeouf is in it! 

And………that’s the end of my randomness!  Happy freakin’ Friday yall! 

And just cuz-a sneezing panda video:

Pandas are the cutest bears!  It’s those little black teddy-bear ears that they have. 

What happened to Hurley’s floppy ears?  They were so darned cute. 

See….aren’t they cute?

This picture was taken January 28th about 4 days after we adopted him from the Houston S.P.C.A.  He was about 3-4 months old when we adopted him.  I thought by the looks of him that his cute floppy ears were here to stay.  He did have the ability to make them pointy when he was really excited or interested in something.  But then they would get floppy again. 

*I just read that last sentence again and realized that dogs and guys have more in common than I had previously thought. 

Moving on…

I don’t really know when it happened, but his ears stopped being floppy.  I think this is the similar to when you look back and think, “When did (insert your kids name here) get so big?”  Although I suppose this is on a much smaller scale. 

But dang those floppy ears were cute while they lasted.

Since I have 5,000 (ok, not that many) pictures of Hurley-I was able to find a picture of the so called turning point of his adorable floppy ears. 

You can see that these are almost pointy ears.  They remind me of Yoda’s ears.

See any similarities?

Oh lordy!  That costume cracks me up!  I kinda/sorta promised Hurley that I wouldn’t dress him up, but I don’t know now.  That is funny.  But you see what I mean by the Yoda ears?

But, alas…Children (in my case puppies) grow up and their cute little traits fade.  Before I know it he will be moving out of the house and starting a family of his own.  Well, not really.  But you get the point. 

Goodbye cute floppy ears….

Hello perma-pointy ears:

My baby’s all grown up!  He’s such a big boy now. 

I’m just wondering what developed in his ears that don’t allow them to be floppy anymore?  Ear muscles?  Weird.

But he is still pretty cute!  In a more grown up way. 

And just because I know you can’t get enough Hurley pictures I have to throw this one in the mix.  Not because he looks cute, but because this picture makes me lol for real. 

I love the look on his face and his squinty eyes. 

Is it just because I’m his mommy that I think this is a hilarious pic?  Maybe.

Wait a sec…I have squinty eyes in this pic too.  Dang it. 

And they are so freakin’ adorable.  I just love them! 

No, not the pubic hair crabs…

These crabs:

These red little cuties are my recent Target purchase.  They have the coolest stuff at Target.  I always find something there that I just HAVE to have.  These crabs serve dual purpose: being freakin’ cute and evenly distributing salt and pepper over poorly seasoned meals. 

Hurley (he’s the fuzzy one eyeing the crabs) didn’t particularly like them.  He started getting pretty uneasy when he saw them.  Maybe he had a run in with a crab when he was a pup. 

But I really need someone to tell me how to determine which crab to put salt in and which crab to put pepper in.  The only difference between the two is that one has 2 holes one top and one has 3.  I know there is a rule for this and I don’t want to break it.  But I know that once I do fill them up, I will be constantly dumping pepper when I want salt and vice versa.  Then I’ll probably get pissed and revert back to our monkeys who are appropriately labeled. 

See…having crabs isn’t always a bad thing.  I apologize for saying pubic hair in the beginning of the post.

Not really! 

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This video is cute and makes me want to get a treadmill:

http://break.com/index/cats-on-a-treadmill.html

Warning:  Cat Owner related post/product alert

You may remember this post:

http://peglegstarfish.com/2008/04/30/im-a-good-parent/

I wrote about this issue about Hurley eating litter.  He has a nasty, bad habit of eating clumps of litter.  Yes, I said eating.  I knew we had to do something about this.  First of all it’s gross and secondly it can’t be good for Hurley’s health.  

Living in a tiny apartment means that I have one spot to put the cats litterbox.  I keep it in the laundry room.  The litterbox is behind the door.  If this was in my own home, I would (T would) install a little cat door on the laundry room door.  But it would have to be one of those fancy ones where the cat had a sensor on her collar so that only she could get in the door.  Or else I know Hurley would be going in the cat door because he’s like that. 

Plan B.  My Mom bought one of these litter boxes for her kitties at home.  The reason she bought it was to keep the litter tracking under control.  Here’s a pic that will help you see what I’m talking about:

It’s called the CleverCat Top Entry Litterbox.  Clever indeed.  The sticker on the front says that it’s dog proof.  Then in parentheses next to that statement (for most dogs).  It was a risk, because I knew Hurley would probably fall into that category of devil dogs who figure out how to get into the box.  But it also made me feel a little better since I’m obviously not the only one with a dog who enjoys getting into their cats’ litterbox. 

I bought this a couple weeks ago at PetSmart. 

And…so far so good.  Hurley apparently doesn’t have the brain power to figure out how to get into the hole.  Problem solved.  For now anyway.  It has also helped the litter stay within a one mile radius of the actual litterbox.  

Now for all you frugal/engineer types your probably thinking that you could have made one of these a lot cheaper for less than $31.00.  It’s true, the CleverCat litter box looks just like a Rubbermaid tub with a hole cut in the top.  But you have to remember that the Rubbermaid tubs have grooves on the bottom.  If this box had grooves that would make scooping almost impossible.  Plus, the top has deep grooves to catch all the extra litter.  But, I suppose you could try to make your own.  More power to you.  

Verdict:  my cat loves it (see below) and my dog keeps his nose out of (because he’s dumb like that).

MC loves her private new potty.  My Moms kitties also enjoy the potty, but they don’t exactly step out onto the rigged lid after using it.  Apparently they just launch themselves out of the box and down onto the floor.  So she’s not exactly experiencing the litter control capabilities as I am.   

PS:  If you happen to be the inventors (why didn’t I think of this!) of the CleverCat and would like to reimburse me for this advertisement, please feel free to do so.  :) 

Here’s the most recent article on Tom Jones, the curator of the Art Car Museum that was killed hours after the annual Art Car Parade:

http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/front/5770875.html

As you may know, T and I went to the Art Car Parade in downtown Houston this Saturday.  You can find some more information about it and articles written by real writers on Houston’s newspaper website:  www.chron.com.

But-I’ll give you a little review of the event.  First of all, I’m so glad that we decided to go.  T is still feeling kinda crappy from the vaccinations he got a couple weeks ago.  And it was about 95 degrees and humid out.  But I drug him along and made him enjoy himself.  We drove the 15 miles to the parade destination, found a parking spot (for $5) and headed to the parade.  We can’t do anything like this without getting in at least 5 arguments about what to bring, where to park, where to sit, etc.  I suggested that we bring along our handy fold up chairs.  It’s a parade, duh.  But T didn’t think that was necessary.  He said, “That’s why there’s a ground.”  First of all that doesn’t make much sense, and secondly we didn’t bring a blanket or towel to put on the ground to sit on.  Ok…fine, we will sit on the ground.  As we were walking to the parade we were surrounded by people carrying chairs.  That made me furious.  Once we got to the parade location we roamed up and down the parade path to check out the scene.  It’s all about the scene when you’re doing cool-City stuff.  There were food stands.  We bought two hot dogs, two bottles of water and a Diet Coke.  I also bought a T-shirt.  What’s an event without a commemorative t-shirt?  Did I mention that it was 98 degrees out?  After scoping out the scene, we looked for an appropriate spot to sit to watch the parade.  Then we argued about which side of the road to sit on.  We sat down on the curb and ate our hot dogs.  Then T got this disgusted look on his face and stood up and said, “Whoa, we can’t sit here!.”  Before I knew it, he was long gone.  I looked down to see that I was sitting almost directly on an army of ants.  I’m assuming they were fire ants.  So we moved to a new locale.  We found a spot under a tree, thank god.  But we did end up standing the whole time.  Like three hours!  Did I mention that it was 100 degrees!?  I took pictures because I seem to be the only one of us who is capable of taking decent pictures.  I took lots of pictures. 

There were about 250+ cars in the parade.  Although some of the entries were golf carts and bikes that were decorated.  Here’s a little entry from the all knowing Wikipedia that explains in boring, generic terms what the Art Car Parade is all about:

The Houston Art Car Parade is a yearly event in Houston, Texas, featuring a display of all types of rolling art. The first and largest Art Car Parade in the world, at any given parade you will see cars, bicycles, motorcycles, roller-skaters, and many other types of motorized and human-powered vehicles all decorated in various themes. There are also classic cars, lowriders, and various other highly modified roadworthy vehicles. The parade has been a Houston tradition since 1988 where 40 decorated vehicles were featured during the Houston International Festival. The first art car parade took place on May 14, 1986, when 11 vehicles participated in a parade down Montrose Boulevard. In recent years, the parade has been held on Allen Parkway.^[1][2] The 2004 parade featured 250 entries observed by a live audience of over 100,000 people. There were over 260 entries in the 2006 parade. The 2007 Parade featured 282 entries.

Wow, that was dull.  I’m sorry.  There were lots of “characters” there as T’s sister Amanda would say.  And by characters, I mean artsy-fartsy folks, hippies, drunks, musicians, roller-derby chicks, etc.  It was just as much about people watching as it was about enjoying the cars.  It was an awesome event and I think we will go again next year.  And we will bring chairs. 

Some of the cars had funky, cool paint jobs:

Some had a bunch of singing bass and lobsters (this one was so funny):

Some were patriotic:

Some were confusing?

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This is one of the coolest ones in the parade:

It looked like a bunch of scooters had been taken apart and then attached to a semi truck engine. 

If you want to see all of my pictures you can check them out on my facebook account.  I thank god for digital cameras whenever I go to an event like this.  Except I can’t find my other memory card, so I had to delete a few of the not so good ones. 

All in all, the Art Car Parade is something that you should fo sho check out if you are ever in the area during that particular time of year.  I am pretty sure that they do these Art Car Parades in other parts of the US. 

We loved it and didn’t die of heat exhaustion, close though.  Just try to convince your hard-headed boyfriend that it will be worth the trouble to bring chairs to sit in.  Unless, of course you like fire ants biting your butt.  Then by all means, sit on the ground.  That is why it’s there after all. 

On a sad and somewhat bizarre note:  the curator of the Art Car Parade and Museum was killed in a car accident by a drunk driver the morning after the parade.  Tom Jones, was the curator of the Houston Art Car museum was actally killed after a drunk hit a parked car.  The parked car pinned him and friend against the museum wall.  Him and his pals were sitting outside the museum when the accident happened.  His two friends are ok, but he died from internal injuries.  That’s so sad and crazy!   

J 

No more posts today!  You’ll have to wait till Monday.

I hate Mondays!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It’s Sunday!  And I’m tired and have a headache.  I really need to go to bed, so I’m not going to do a ‘real’ post till later today. 

T and I went to the Art Car parade downtown.  It was so awesome.  I will try to do a post that is worthy later today after I get some sleep.  It was so hot today (94), but that didn’t ruin the parade.  I got pictures of almost every car.  I have all the pictures uploaded to Facebook.  So if you know me on Facebook check them out there.  If not, you’ll just have to come back to PLSF later today to see some pics. 

I also picked up my other pair of new glasses.  Remember I had these:

These are Tommy Bahama brand.  And now that I really look at them, they probably weren’t the best frame for my face.  I won’t admit that my mother was right but….  And for some reason they were really throwing my vision off.  They were a little blurry, but I had them checked out and the prescription was right on so I have no idea.  The Dr. said that it could be because of the way they sit on my face. 

So I traded them in for a metal frame by Tommy Hilfiger or Hilfinger as I like to say.  It makes me laugh inside.  They are brown with black sides (temples??).  Here they are:

Ok, now if you’re a guy-especially a guy named T, you will notice absolutely no difference between the two pairs of glasses.  But believe me they are totally different, but still give me the same look/shape that I was going for.  So now I have two pairs of glasses that I like.  T has no idea why anyone would want two pairs of glasses.  “You can only wear one at a time,” he said.  Men.  Here’s the other pair that I have in case you forgot:

I love these glasses too!  Funky and hip.  SO me.  lol. 

Ok…enough about me-although really isn’t it always about me here at PLSF?

Happy Mother’s Day to my Mom!  I love you Mom! 

I bought her perfume for Mother’s Day, in case you were wondering. 

*Check back later today because I just might have a post about the Art Car parade.  Maybe.

I don’t do dress up.  I haven’t worn a skirt/dress since senior prom in 2003.  I don’t even own a dress or a skirt at the moment.  It’s not that I’m against them, it’s just not really me.  I think a lot of it has to do with being on the chunky side.  If I was skinny-I think I’d be wearing cute skirts and dresses all the time.  I think. 

I have a wedding to attend Memorial Day weekend.  The attire is “semi-formal.”  I’m not quite sure what that means.  But I do know its somewhere in between casual and formal.  That doesn’t help much, but at least I know that my pajamas and my prom dress from 2003 are out of the question.  That leaves a lot of room for error. 

I recently discovered CATO’s.  It’s a clothing store for women.  They have misses/juniors as well as plus size clothing.  It’s very similar to DressBarn.  They have really cute stuff and I’ve found some cute tops to wear to work.  I thought that it would be the perfect place to find a semi-formal outfit for this upcoming wedding.  I went there a couple weeks ago after work and tried on 50,000 different things.  I tried satiny tops with capris and skirts.  I also tried some tops with skirts.  I thought a satiny top with a skirt would be semi-formal enough. 

Look here I am trying it on:

First of all, let me tell you that normally I look much prettier, skinnier, refreshed, etc.  This was taken yesterday after a long day at work.  It was 90+ degrees here today.  So just imagine the outfit with me looking just a little better. 

This shirt is the whole reason I spent over an hour at this particular Cato’s store.  Two weeks ago I found this shirt at the Cato’s right near my work.  I tried on the Large size and it fit, but the shoulders were a little tight.  Like if I would have tried to hug someone the back of the shirt would have split open like a fat mans pair of pants.  I always have this problem when it comes to non-stretchy shirts.  I have man shoulders and a giant rib cage so I need shirts that I can move in.  And since I’m shopping for a wedding outfit I’m kinda assuming I’ll hug someone along the way.  Ok…so I asked one the sales associates if they “had any in the back.”  I of course had no idea if they even had any stock in the back, but it was worth a try.  The girl said, “Ummm…everything we have is out.”  But she did offer to call another store to see if they had the same shirt in an Extra Large.  “No thanks, I’ll check back later to see if you get one in,” I told her.  So Friday I went back after work to see if they had any more in.  No XL’s.  She was nice enough to locate one at another store for me.  I went home and recruited T to drive me to the other store.  “Hun…I’ve just gotta run in real quick and buy this shirt that they are holding for me.”  He brought reading material because he knew that was a total lie.  I ended up trying on the shirt (the one in the pic) and 50 other things like skirts, dresses, shirts, and capris.  Once I put on that black shirt with a skirt it didn’t really look that good.  It wasn’t as formal as I thought it would be.  And the shirt had a sash.  I hate sashes!  Death to sashes!  I tried on a few skirts, but they were all made out of like linen material which was pretty casual in my mind.  I didn’t get the shirt in the end.

Here’s another idea I had (not the jeans, but the top):

I bought this top at the nearby Cato’s in a cream color.  But I love green, so I tried this on.  I thought it might look cute with some black or white capris.  I didn’t end up buying the green.  I really liked the cream color more.  This is still a possibility if I find some cute black capris.  Maybe.  I did buy the jean capris that I’m wearing in that picture.  In case you wanted to know.

And choice number three (which I actually purchased, but may still return):

EEKKKK….a dress!  I tried this on twice and put it back on the rack.  Then after I got back in the car and T was ready to pull away from the store I jumped out and went back in a bought it.  Just in case I decide that this is what semi-formal is.  The dress is pretty cute and feels good on-not too tight or loose.  It falls just below my knees, which is a good thing because I have knock knees from hell so they must stay under cover at all times.  Another thing that I liked about this dress is that the fabric on the boobs didn’t stick out all funny.  I have no boobs so fitted tops look funny because there’s a bunch of fabric there but no boobies to fill it out.  I didn’t notice that with this dress.  I thin, that I would find a little shrug or jacket to wear over top. 

But is it formal enough?  I just don’t know.  The material is cotton I think, and it’s not shiny satin like some formal stuff.  But it is a summer wedding.  Here’s a closer look at the fabric:

There are little clear sequins sewed onto the dress.  What do you think?  Semi-formal or too casual? 

I’m going to continue looking for a perfect outifit, but I kinda like this dress.  There are a few more stores that I want to go to.  T said he’s not taking me.  I don’t blame him. 

And really…picking the outfit is the easy part.  Next I will have to pick shoes to go with it.  And I wear a size eleven!  I bet you didn’t even know women’s shoes were made that big.  And I have crazy monkey toes and unnecessary bones and bumps on my feet.  I’m a mess, really. 

I’ll keep you posted on the search for semi-formal.  But gimme your input.  Thumbs Up?  Thumbs down?  Is a top and capris to casual?  Why does life have to be so hard?  Guys have it so freakin’ easy when it comes to crap like this.  Blue shirt or black shirt?  Stupid guys. 

Happy Saturday!!!!!! 

T and I are going to the Art Car parade today.  You’ve probably seen them, those cars with stuff all over them.  Like pennies or teddy bears, etc.  I’m excited.

And here’s a LOL Cat that made me laugh and kept my mind off of the fact that I shopped without success for about 2 hours Friday.  Frick!!!!

HAHA.  Get it?  Like Tom Cruise from Risky Business.  Get it????