tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144556362009-07-04T11:55:47.490-04:00English TeaCloggsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06017614350224451146chloehumphries@hotmail.comBlogger878125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14455636.post-35838061411374310192009-07-03T20:47:00.005-04:002009-07-04T01:21:15.594-04:00My New Ride<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Sk6nQhsoYLI/AAAAAAAAPV4/xdlGLraftd0/s1600-h/100_6090.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Sk6nQhsoYLI/AAAAAAAAPV4/xdlGLraftd0/s400/100_6090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354400909355409586" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tee hee hee. OK, so maybe this <span style="font-style: italic;">isn't</span> my new ride, but I had fun on it this afternoon, at our friends Susan and Jerry's house! Emma had fun too...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Sk6oLTcoIlI/AAAAAAAAPWA/mNJqQAUc5fw/s1600-h/100_6097.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Sk6oLTcoIlI/AAAAAAAAPWA/mNJqQAUc5fw/s400/100_6097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354401919142470226" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=279439&amp;id=646885180&amp;l=eaf727546b">See all 82 pictures of the day here!</a><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14455636-3583806141137431019?l=chloehumphries.blogspot.com'/></div>Cloggsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06017614350224451146chloehumphries@hotmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14455636.post-65214763119701913392009-07-03T09:02:00.001-04:002009-07-03T09:03:26.696-04:00Travel Bunny<div style="text-align: justify;">Joe and I came back to VA for 2 days (I had a bunch of work to do) and now we are headed back to NC. I'm sure I'll post soon...<br /><br />Everyone having a great summer?!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14455636-6521476311970191339?l=chloehumphries.blogspot.com'/></div>Cloggsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06017614350224451146chloehumphries@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14455636.post-63828677479129864702009-06-30T16:14:00.011-04:002009-06-30T17:36:16.208-04:00Millstone 4-H Camp Visit (2009 Edition!)<div style="text-align: justify;">Millstone 4-H Camp in Ellerbe, NC, is where Joe and I met in 2001 and we try to go back each year to visit.<br /><br />The place has changed since we were there (air conditioned cabins, hello!), but it still holds many happy memories and I hope it'll do the same for Emma when she gets older.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Skp0A6vKmSI/AAAAAAAAPUQ/FCJAX4TJ1FQ/s1600-h/100_6028.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Skp0A6vKmSI/AAAAAAAAPUQ/FCJAX4TJ1FQ/s400/100_6028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353218666199161122" border="0" /></a><br />If you've been reading my blog for a while. you'll know this is about the 8th version I have of this picture! I try to have one done each year.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Skpzt3QCyMI/AAAAAAAAPTg/i4pFKl_WNFc/s1600-h/100_5988.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Skpzt3QCyMI/AAAAAAAAPTg/i4pFKl_WNFc/s400/100_5988.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353218338845804738" border="0" /></a><br />Add a bunch of horses and it would be me when I worked at camp 8 years ago (I was the horse riding instructor)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Skp0AfsP9eI/AAAAAAAAPUI/UdrL1QuxJd4/s1600-h/100_5986.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Skp0AfsP9eI/AAAAAAAAPUI/UdrL1QuxJd4/s400/100_5986.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353218658939172322" border="0" /></a><br />Doesn't she just look at home here?!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SkpzvO39XzI/AAAAAAAAPUA/U5ryok5IoTg/s1600-h/100_6006.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SkpzvO39XzI/AAAAAAAAPUA/U5ryok5IoTg/s400/100_6006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353218362367106866" border="0" /></a><br />Emma with Daddy<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Skpzu0Mik4I/AAAAAAAAPT4/2erKuTbtshU/s1600-h/100_6004.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Skpzu0Mik4I/AAAAAAAAPT4/2erKuTbtshU/s400/100_6004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353218355205673858" border="0" /></a><br />Emma with snake!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SkpzuK_S5GI/AAAAAAAAPTo/gk4eBRc6ldQ/s1600-h/100_5995.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SkpzuK_S5GI/AAAAAAAAPTo/gk4eBRc6ldQ/s400/100_5995.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353218344144266338" border="0" /></a><br />The Docks.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SkpzuiUs_GI/AAAAAAAAPTw/Zxpj1l-IgYE/s1600-h/100_5996.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SkpzuiUs_GI/AAAAAAAAPTw/Zxpj1l-IgYE/s400/100_5996.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353218350408072290" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">2/3 more years and Emma will be there for Cloverbud camp. Crazy!<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14455636-6382867747912986470?l=chloehumphries.blogspot.com'/></div>Cloggsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06017614350224451146chloehumphries@hotmail.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14455636.post-69629494140160480552009-06-29T22:02:00.008-04:002009-06-29T22:42:47.177-04:00Happy Birthday to Me!<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SklyzYwI0_I/AAAAAAAAPSo/a6oMvBdUNvU/s1600-h/100_5970.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SklyzYwI0_I/AAAAAAAAPSo/a6oMvBdUNvU/s400/100_5970.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352935859249796082" border="0" /></a> Today I turned 27 and the best gift was spending time with my beautiful friends and family (I know, I know - blurgh, pass the bucket!) but it's true. I spent the morning with B in SC (she's got the baby bump I've been dying to see!) and then drove back up to Fayetteville, NC to be with the family. Tomorrow we head down to visit the folks at camp (where Joe and I met in 2001), then drive home to VA, where I'll be taking a little trip to J.Crew to buy myself some goodies! Perfect.<br /><br />One year older, one beautiful year wiser.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14455636-6962949414016048055?l=chloehumphries.blogspot.com'/></div>Cloggsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06017614350224451146chloehumphries@hotmail.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14455636.post-59028766230815355602009-06-27T09:46:00.002-04:002009-06-27T09:48:14.584-04:00<div style="text-align: justify;">I'm down in Fayetteville with the family at the moment. I'll try to do a post with some pics tonight - Emma is having a great time in the pool and I'm enjoying the 97 degrees weather! Perfect. Oh and I get to see B on Sunday. Woo Woo.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14455636-5902876623081535560?l=chloehumphries.blogspot.com'/></div>Cloggsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06017614350224451146chloehumphries@hotmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14455636.post-57064789952656614402009-06-24T14:48:00.009-04:002009-06-24T15:59:39.037-04:00Lunch Date<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SkJ2xA7GmsI/AAAAAAAAOyc/_c5bpaH5mCo/s1600-h/100_5886.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SkJ2xA7GmsI/AAAAAAAAOyc/_c5bpaH5mCo/s400/100_5886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350969891703134914" border="0" /></a>Today I had lunch with an old pal from camp, who also lives in Richmond. We went to <a href="http://www.cafecaturra.com/">Cafe <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Caturra</span></a>, which is this delicious coffee and wine bar. Had a veggie <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">panini</span> - which was <span style="font-style: italic;">amazing</span>. Not that you needed to know what I had for lunch, but if you are ever in Richmond, be sure to check out the place. It's on Rt 60- a little before <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Westchester</span> and 288. I think it's a chain though, so they're probably all over the place!<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />It's so freaking hot here today (beginning of some heat wave) so I wore shorty shorts and a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">cami</span>. Stuck a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">cardi</span> on, cos you know, air conditioning in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">restaurants</span> can be ice cold sometimes.<br /><br />Once again, I'm off to the gym and then the pool. Emma is such a fishy now, she loves the water. She burnt her little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">footies</span> yesterday though, as she was more interested in running <span style="font-style: italic;">around</span> the pool. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">That'll</span> teach her. (kidding)<br /><br />Streaky mirror alert...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Cardi</span>:</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Marshalls</span>, I think (nope, not J.Crew!)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cami:</span> American Eagle<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Shorts:</span> NY&amp;Co<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sandals:</span> Forever 21<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Necklace:</span> J.Crew<br /><br />Man, I love when cheap items come together to make a pretty decent outfit!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14455636-5706478995265661440?l=chloehumphries.blogspot.com'/></div>Cloggsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06017614350224451146chloehumphries@hotmail.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14455636.post-51796455815726415402009-06-23T13:45:00.013-04:002009-06-23T14:08:13.482-04:00How to NOT show off your shape:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SkEVHv68YpI/AAAAAAAAOhk/CdvmWUxQpKE/s1600-h/100_5860.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SkEVHv68YpI/AAAAAAAAOhk/CdvmWUxQpKE/s320/100_5860.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350581055159820946" border="0" /></a>Ask husband to take a photo of you. Yes, that is the ultimate way to make sure you come out looking like crap in a photo. All hunchback and boob-less. Lovely.<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Well, this is Emma and I running some errands today. Totally need to shave my legs, it's beyond gross. Think I'm going to hit the gym, then jump in the pool. Ahhhh.<br /><br />It's nice having hubby home for the summer - shame he can't take a decent photograph!<br /><br />At least you know I'm not too vain...<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Dress</span>: J.Crew (love love love the Trastevere pattern)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bag:</span> really old Banana Republic<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Shoes:</span> the infamous Forever 21 sandals!<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14455636-5179645581572641540?l=chloehumphries.blogspot.com'/></div>Cloggsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06017614350224451146chloehumphries@hotmail.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14455636.post-30589309345416863472009-06-22T10:28:00.010-04:002009-06-22T10:38:09.650-04:00That's My Girl: Little Fishy<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Sj-VutTMiDI/AAAAAAAAONE/UliYdTzlVvg/s1600-h/100_5844.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Sj-VutTMiDI/AAAAAAAAONE/UliYdTzlVvg/s400/100_5844.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350159512006068274" border="0" /></a><br />Emma swam on her own yesterday!<br /><br />OK, so she does have a big float around her belly, inside of her swimsuit, but still, she freaking swam as far as baby swimming goes! I'm so proud!<br /><br />We've been taking her to the pool every day it's been hot and she's really become quite the water baby - so yesterday, I let go of her and off she went! Splish Splash Swimming!<br /><br />Go Emma, GO!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14455636-3058930934541686347?l=chloehumphries.blogspot.com'/></div>Cloggsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06017614350224451146chloehumphries@hotmail.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14455636.post-19151755163259639302009-06-22T09:23:00.016-04:002009-06-22T10:39:46.685-04:00English Tea Paperie: Birthday Special<div style="text-align: justify;">This year, to celebrate turning 27, I'm giving everyone:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2 x 7% off (14%!) any order</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2 free sets for every 7 purchased</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Sj-Q827NVWI/AAAAAAAAOMk/ndrUUra3uAk/s1600-h/Cupcake+collection.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Sj-Q827NVWI/AAAAAAAAOMk/ndrUUra3uAk/s320/Cupcake+collection.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350154257549841762" border="0" /></a><br /><br />These offers are only valid for ONE WEEK (22 - 29th June) clicking through <a href="http://englishteapaperie.com/?code=27BDAY">HERE</a> or using the link: <a href="http://englishteapaperie.com/?code=27BDAY" target="_blank">http://englishteapaperie.com?code=27BDAY</a><br /><br />Happy shopping and Happy Birthday to me! (my birthday isn't until the 29th, but I thinking I may do something special for ETP that day - check back on the 29th to see if I went big or not!)<br /><br />p.s - Feel free to post the link on your blogs!!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">If choosing to purchase 7 or more sets, simply let us know on checkout, which 2 sets you'd liked doubled, or if no choices are made, we'll pick 2 from your order to double up. Gift sets act as 1 set.</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14455636-1915175516325963930?l=chloehumphries.blogspot.com'/></div>Cloggsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06017614350224451146chloehumphries@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14455636.post-85520112643917468032009-06-20T11:14:00.011-04:002009-06-20T12:44:15.632-04:00Love you Nan!<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Sjz-NeWqdsI/AAAAAAAAOFg/ydDC5sE_iJE/s1600-h/Nan+and+I.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Sjz-NeWqdsI/AAAAAAAAOFg/ydDC5sE_iJE/s320/Nan+and+I.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349429964849182402" border="0" /></a>I've held off from mentioning this on my blog (for those on facebook, you'll already know), because I try to keep things light and comedic here. But, I came across this picture and I wanted to share...<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />My Nan has a brain tumor. She had most of the tumor removed last week and luckily, survived the operation. However, the Doctors have now said she has 32 weeks to live. 50 at most. The tumor will grow back and they can't operate again.<br /><br />My Nan has not met Emma, nor Joe, so we went to get their passports the other day and we'll be flying out to England in August. It's my first time back since Joe and I got married and although it'll be a wonderful trip, the reason for going simply sucks.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">If she ever saw this picture (of us on my 15th birthday) she would totally cringe, but I think it best describes her personality before she fell ill. She was always so funny and the face she is making will always remind me of that. Gosh, she is far to young to go. But I'm really looking forward to her meeting Emma - the 4th generation of only girls. Taking a picture of the 4 of us will be something I'll treasure and no doubt make me cry each time I see it.<br /><br />Certainly makes me question why things happen the way they do. What's fair, what's not. Am I taking enough care of myself and my family? Am I teaching Emma all that I can? Do I love enough?<br /><br />One thing I do know, is that I certainly love my Nan and she'll be incredibly missed.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14455636-8552011264391746803?l=chloehumphries.blogspot.com'/></div>Cloggsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06017614350224451146chloehumphries@hotmail.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14455636.post-5276463424465225192009-06-19T09:42:00.010-04:002009-06-19T09:59:27.057-04:00Steal of the Season<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SjuWIZz9mII/AAAAAAAAOE4/RtMj_acsjIw/s1600-h/59129611-16.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SjuWIZz9mII/AAAAAAAAOE4/RtMj_acsjIw/s320/59129611-16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349034053544548482" border="0" /></a>I picked up these <a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog_name=FOREVER21&amp;category_name=footwr_casual&amp;footwr_style=&amp;footwr_size=&amp;footwr_color=&amp;footwr_price=&amp;product_id=2059129611&amp;Page=all">fab sandals</a> in Forever 21 for only $7.50. <span><br /><br />$7.50 -</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span>can you believe it?!</span><br /><br />They are flipping fabulous and totally comfortable. I'll no doubt wear them with everything. I have no plans today, but I'm thinking of doing something, just so I can wear them. Man, I love a bargain!<br /><br />Now, I think I need a pair in silver too...<br /><br />p.s - they totally make your legs look browner than they really are! Cheaper than a bottle of fake tan - woo woo.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14455636-527646342446522519?l=chloehumphries.blogspot.com'/></div>Cloggsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06017614350224451146chloehumphries@hotmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14455636.post-22394328817097818422009-06-17T10:43:00.012-04:002009-06-17T11:04:49.603-04:00Cinch ItBridget told me off the other day. OK, not quite told me off, but gave me a few words of advice:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"Stop wearing baggy crap - it makes you look bigger than you really are"</span><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hmmmm</span>...I think I get what she's saying:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SjkDLhaYzrI/AAAAAAAAOEU/KEmpx63YkvM/s1600-h/100_4776.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SjkDLhaYzrI/AAAAAAAAOEU/KEmpx63YkvM/s400/100_4776.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348309528961666738" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">vs</span></span> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SjkE4X7u6JI/AAAAAAAAOEk/JCycpndIJ3Y/s1600-h/100_5282.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SjkE4X7u6JI/AAAAAAAAOEk/JCycpndIJ3Y/s400/100_5282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348311399022913682" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Uncinched</span> vs Cinched.<br /></div><br />I am now thinking of belting everything. I'm on a cinch quest. <a href="http://tlc.discovery.com/fansites/whatnottowear/whatnottowear.html">Stacy and Clinton</a> would be so proud!<br /><br />Gosh, isn't it amazing how clothes can make you look a whole size bigger (if not more) than you actually are. Scary. No wonder there are so many "fashion rules" shows on TV! They can't expect us to learn it by ourselves, can they?!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14455636-2239432881709781842?l=chloehumphries.blogspot.com'/></div>Cloggsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06017614350224451146chloehumphries@hotmail.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14455636.post-81287811363823485412009-06-17T08:52:00.005-04:002009-06-17T08:58:58.270-04:00Paparazzi Shot or What?!<div style="text-align: justify;">I think Emma thinks she's Suri or someone. Cracks me up! Oh and can I just tell you how E has her Tinkerbell cellphone inside her purse. What am I teaching her?!<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SjjnP5Xy4LI/AAAAAAAAODI/hW5N5YORAUk/s1600-h/100_5789.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SjjnP5Xy4LI/AAAAAAAAODI/hW5N5YORAUk/s400/100_5789.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348278817787142322" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14455636-8128781136382348541?l=chloehumphries.blogspot.com'/></div>Cloggsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06017614350224451146chloehumphries@hotmail.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14455636.post-49653439118554689032009-06-15T10:04:00.005-04:002009-06-15T10:09:48.096-04:00CHOMP!<div style="text-align: justify;">Some kid took a chomp out of Emma's chin yesterday in the mall (she was in the playground area). Now don't get me wrong, I know kids are innocent and don't get the whole "no biting" thing, but I was mad. I mean, look at her poor little battle wound:<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SjZVhQNrF8I/AAAAAAAAOCY/DuL8HkZoEB4/s1600-h/100_5769.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SjZVhQNrF8I/AAAAAAAAOCY/DuL8HkZoEB4/s400/100_5769.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347555637325404098" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Still has a smile on her face though, that's my girl! Poor pickle.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14455636-4965343911855468903?l=chloehumphries.blogspot.com'/></div>Cloggsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06017614350224451146chloehumphries@hotmail.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14455636.post-15292407433661490052009-06-13T21:20:00.019-04:002009-06-13T21:40:36.935-04:00Saturday Shopping: I Scored Big!<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SjRRkT_zrgI/AAAAAAAAOBY/mawLiZiu4LE/s1600-h/100_5754.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SjRRkT_zrgI/AAAAAAAAOBY/mawLiZiu4LE/s400/100_5754.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346988341880663554" border="0" /></a><br />I found this dress today, on clearance, in TJ Maxx and it was the only one left. It's the most amazing quality (some heavy textile) and was marked down to $20! I love the feeling of picking up something you love the second you see it, realizing it's your size and then realizing even better, that's it's dirt cheap. Best feeling in the world!<br /><br />Please excuse the excessive amounts of tiny finger smudges on the mirror, that would be Emma's doing!!<br /><br />So there you go, another under $20 score from Cloggsy's closet! The shoes are J.Crew, but those were cheap too - something like $30 from a JCA. You really can look great without spending a lot of money!<br /><br />I now know what I'll be wearing to the wedding Joe and I are attending in October. Woo Woo.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14455636-1529240743366149005?l=chloehumphries.blogspot.com'/></div>Cloggsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06017614350224451146chloehumphries@hotmail.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14455636.post-77632900043186404062009-06-12T19:36:00.007-04:002009-06-12T19:55:18.877-04:00Emma does DQ!<div style="text-align: justify;">Emma does not like milk. Seriously. So her Doctor said it was OK to just bulk her up on other diary and that ice cream wasn't a bad idea. Joe, he's an ice cream whore and this is now becoming his new excuse for a trip to DQ!<br /><br />Emma doesn't seem to be complaining. My ass is though.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SjLokJHVxzI/AAAAAAAAN_4/KkHpzAvOkC8/s1600-h/100_5729.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SjLokJHVxzI/AAAAAAAAN_4/KkHpzAvOkC8/s400/100_5729.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346591415261841202" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SjLokTlr2bI/AAAAAAAAOAA/JJih2dRHneU/s1600-h/100_5730.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SjLokTlr2bI/AAAAAAAAOAA/JJih2dRHneU/s400/100_5730.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346591418073471410" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14455636-7763290004318640406?l=chloehumphries.blogspot.com'/></div>Cloggsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06017614350224451146chloehumphries@hotmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14455636.post-89736412210393342122009-06-12T14:59:00.010-04:002009-06-12T19:29:30.583-04:00Happy Birthday Hubby!<div style="text-align: justify;">I didn't take many pictures at the park yesterday, mainly because I was dealing with not melting. You know, from the blanket of humidity that curses the South. Urgh. White dress + dusty park = BAD idea!<br /><br />It was a nice afternoon though and Emma had fun with her new buddy Drew. Such cuties! Oh and I think E likes her some seesaw! Oh yeah.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SjKl6kF31LI/AAAAAAAAN_M/xpiGmyyzMP8/s1600-h/100_5677.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 367px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SjKl6kF31LI/AAAAAAAAN_M/xpiGmyyzMP8/s400/100_5677.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346518133181502642" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SjKnWq27fEI/AAAAAAAAN_U/TZIKkZOz-48/s1600-h/100_5696.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 367px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SjKnWq27fEI/AAAAAAAAN_U/TZIKkZOz-48/s400/100_5696.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346519715545840706" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Today is Joe's 34th (oops, I mean 25th) birthday, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY dear Hubby. Love you.<br /><br />Not much to report today - taking Emma down to the pool this afternoon. Feel the need for some ice-cream - what do you think Joe?...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14455636-8973641221039334212?l=chloehumphries.blogspot.com'/></div>Cloggsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06017614350224451146chloehumphries@hotmail.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14455636.post-57918801519880749092009-06-11T13:10:00.021-04:002009-06-11T14:11:13.496-04:00Picnic in the Park<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SjFB-A7ykmI/AAAAAAAAN-M/maF5ZCQrDZg/s1600-h/100_5674.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SjFB-A7ykmI/AAAAAAAAN-M/maF5ZCQrDZg/s400/100_5674.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346126766323962466" border="0" /></a>Today is Joe's school picnic, where the staff and families get together and celebrate the end of the year. I wanted something breezy to wear and what's better than a white cotton eyelet dress? I personally think this outfit looks better in person - the camera is not doing the whole thing justice. Or is it telling the truth?! Who knows. I'm comfortable and in my opinion, that's all that matters sometimes.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">If my husband wouldn't laugh at me, I'd totally be "hippying" the dress up - you know, headband around the front of my head, a few long necklaces etc. But in the presence of his coworkers, I'm toning it down a little and opting for a J.Crew rip-off cardigan from Stein Mart! Plus, the outfit fits the "respectable Mom" title too.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SjFDBinPVwI/AAAAAAAAN-U/EwQdwVw9NnA/s1600-h/100_5651.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SjFDBinPVwI/AAAAAAAAN-U/EwQdwVw9NnA/s320/100_5651.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346127926415808258" border="0" /></a>Must make good impression!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Dress:</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> Old Navy, </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Cardigan:</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> Stein Mart, </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Bangle:</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> J.Crew</span><br /><br />Emma wanted in on the photo fun, so here's her outfit! She'll no doubt change because I can guarantee, before we leave for the park, her clothes will be ruined with food and juice stains!<br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Ruffle Tee:</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> Good old Wal-Mart, </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Pants:</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> Carters, </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Juice Cup:</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> Dora the Explorer</span><br /></span><br />Park pics to come tomorrow...<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14455636-5791880151988074909?l=chloehumphries.blogspot.com'/></div>Cloggsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06017614350224451146chloehumphries@hotmail.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14455636.post-91700667446396472262009-06-10T08:18:00.007-04:002009-06-10T13:08:18.182-04:00The Beautiful Blue House...<div style="text-align: justify;">...is still available! I'm setting up to go see it Friday or early next week and I can't wait. Fingers crossed!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Si-lK9inYTI/AAAAAAAAN8E/4_Ag70JME60/s1600-h/VA012528L.2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Si-lK9inYTI/AAAAAAAAN8E/4_Ag70JME60/s320/VA012528L.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345672890449092914" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Si-lK6rjjmI/AAAAAAAAN78/-mz9eGRXD1E/s1600-h/VA012528L.3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Si-lK6rjjmI/AAAAAAAAN78/-mz9eGRXD1E/s320/VA012528L.3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345672889681284706" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Si-lKqhyqbI/AAAAAAAAN70/9bPXo5NwUdU/s1600-h/VA012528L.4.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Si-lKqhyqbI/AAAAAAAAN70/9bPXo5NwUdU/s320/VA012528L.4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345672885345364402" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Si-lKok4BMI/AAAAAAAAN7s/Ai4Ms3JkYCM/s1600-h/VA012528L.5.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Si-lKok4BMI/AAAAAAAAN7s/Ai4Ms3JkYCM/s320/VA012528L.5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345672884821427394" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Update: </span> Seems my husband now thinks we'll "just end up staying where we are for a few more years"<br /><br />WHAT? Are you fucking kidding me? Hell no. I'll just go see the place by myself then, screw it. I know it seems like a big step, but isn't that what it's all about?<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14455636-9170066744639647226?l=chloehumphries.blogspot.com'/></div>Cloggsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06017614350224451146chloehumphries@hotmail.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14455636.post-34387180950716787222009-06-09T06:47:00.009-04:002009-06-09T06:58:08.165-04:00Auburny Reddie Head<div style="text-align: justify;">It's been a looooooong time since I put red in my hair, but the other evening, I felt the need. I didn't leave the color on too long (Joe thinks I should have left it longer, as it's not red enough) but I'm quite happy with the result. Emma likes it too - now we both sport some rouge hues!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Si4-RgNsT5I/AAAAAAAAN6M/wbd5n9tcDkY/s1600-h/100_5623.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Si4-RgNsT5I/AAAAAAAAN6M/wbd5n9tcDkY/s320/100_5623.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345278278161420178" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Si4-SDiGIYI/AAAAAAAAN6U/KhDQ8Kh2_qs/s1600-h/100_5601.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Si4-SDiGIYI/AAAAAAAAN6U/KhDQ8Kh2_qs/s320/100_5601.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345278287642239362" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Nothing quite like having your face splattered all over your blog!</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Now, how long do you think it'll be before I dye it again?!! I have to say, before this, it was a personal record. Maybe 6-8 months without dye? Bravo!<br /><br />Who am I kidding though, I'm the daughter of a hair stylist - do you really expect any less than frequent color changes?!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Hmmm, looking at these pics - does it even look at all red?! Get me out in the sunlight, then you'll see it!</span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14455636-3438718095071678722?l=chloehumphries.blogspot.com'/></div>Cloggsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06017614350224451146chloehumphries@hotmail.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14455636.post-53331027172819132202009-06-08T20:56:00.016-04:002009-06-09T09:40:24.657-04:00A Little Quizzie about Moi...<a href="http://this-that-and-whatnot.blogspot.com/">Drewablank</a> tagged me (and then <a href="http://summerilla.blogspot.com/">Summerilla </a>did too) so here goes:<br /><br /><strong>What is your current obsession? </strong>- Finding a rental house!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>What is your weirdest obsession? </strong>- Plucking my eyebrows. Will not go anywhere without tweezers, I'm telling you.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Si5Hw07OyHI/AAAAAAAAN60/2tq3pbzWpsU/s1600-h/100_5573.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Si5Hw07OyHI/AAAAAAAAN60/2tq3pbzWpsU/s320/100_5573.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345288711901726834" border="0" /></a><strong>What are you wearing today? </strong>- J.Crew hudson fresco shell, NY&amp;Co shorts, Avon (yes Avon) shoes.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>What's for dinner? </strong>-Salmon, rice and broccoli. Healthy and yummy.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>What would you eat for your last meal? </strong>- Panera broccoli cheddar soup and Olive Garden molten chocolate cake.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>What's the last thing you bought? </strong>-$100 of Old Navy clothes as I had a $75 off of $100 coupon.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Si5Hmbp3xoI/AAAAAAAAN6s/R-j2EKZOiYg/s1600-h/handy-manny.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Si5Hmbp3xoI/AAAAAAAAN6s/R-j2EKZOiYg/s200/handy-manny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345288533319337602" border="0" /></a><strong>What ar</strong><strong>e you listening to right now? </strong>- Handy Manny on the Disney channel - Emma is obsessed and I'm not complaining!<br /></div><br /><strong>What is your favorite ice cream flavor?</strong> - Coffee or Mint Choc Chip. Or sometimes, just plain old vanilla bean.<br /><br /><strong>What do you think of the person who tagged you?</strong> - Funny, VERY stylish and a complete doll.<br /><strong></strong><strong><br /></strong><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you like it to be? </strong>-Richmond, VA. Yes, that is where I live now. I've travelled quite a bit in my life and I have to say, I've never been happier than where I am today.<br /><br /><strong>If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go? </strong>- back to Tahiti. The beaches were amazing and I'd love to see the sunset again.<br /></div><br /><strong>Which language do you want to learn?</strong> - French. I got quite good at one point, but now it's pretty much completely gone.<br /><br /><strong>What's your favorite quote (for now)? </strong>- "Hope, seeing who you are at your highest, is who you will become" and "God led you to it, God will lead you through it"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Si5InNNGOPI/AAAAAAAAN68/MARcA2r5bOA/s1600-h/wallrobblue.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Si5InNNGOPI/AAAAAAAAN68/MARcA2r5bOA/s200/wallrobblue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345289646132050162" border="0" /></a><strong>What is your favorite color? </strong>- Pink - that real pale vintage pink. A pale robins egg blue is slowly catching up.<br /><br /><strong>What is your favorite piece of clothing in your own wardrobe? </strong>- I love everything in my closet, I don't think there is a favorite.<br /><br /><strong>What is your dream job? </strong>- The one's I have now: Stationery designer and Mother. It's the ultimate combination.<br /><br /><strong>What is your worst habit? </strong>- I am SO hard on myself and I don't know when to quit things. I'm always staying up late, even when exhausted. Trying to lose yet another pound, even though I've lost 15. I never think I'm good enough.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Si5JVEknmHI/AAAAAAAAN7E/TfqsFYTs3ok/s1600-h/41iEhFfRcJL._AA260_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Si5JVEknmHI/AAAAAAAAN7E/TfqsFYTs3ok/s200/41iEhFfRcJL._AA260_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345290434088769650" border="0" /></a><strong>If you had $100 now, what would you spend it on? </strong>- I'd buy Emma all of the cute sandals they have in Target right now.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>Do you admire any one's style? </strong>- My buddy B is one of the most stylish people I know and she's completely unaware of it. Oh and Lauren Conrad, Nicole Richie and Rachel Bilson forever have me a little jealous!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>Describe your personal style?</strong> - Preppy Boho<br /><br /><strong>What are you going to do after this? </strong>- Getting Emma a snack and probably playing some "block building" with E<br /><br /><strong>What are your favorite movies? </strong>- Where the Heart Is and American History X<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>What is your favorite fruit?</strong> - Raspberries and lemon. Oh man, lemon.<br /><br /><strong>What inspires you?</strong> - My baby girl, my husband, my blog readers. Myself.<br /><br /><strong>Your favorite book? </strong>- To Kill a Mockingbird. I read it in school and it's just so raw and still relevant today.<br /><br /><strong>Do you collect something?</strong> - Do shoes count?! I collect teacups and birdy things.<br /><br /><strong>What is your favorite smell? </strong>- Rose and Violets combined. Man, I want to eat the smell.<br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>What is your fave HGTV show? </strong>- HG what? What the fuck is HGTV?!<br /><br />And there you have it. Don't you feel better knowing just that little more about me?!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14455636-5333102717281913220?l=chloehumphries.blogspot.com'/></div>Cloggsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06017614350224451146chloehumphries@hotmail.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14455636.post-63024067839705247842009-06-08T06:16:00.006-04:002009-06-07T22:47:33.422-04:00Cloggsy's Cheapo Closet!<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I totally forgot the new "<a href="http://chloehumphries.blogspot.com/2009/05/great-start-to-day.html"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Cloggsy's</span> Cheapo Closet</a>" Friday post, so here is something a little along those lines....<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I like to think that I'm a pretty good bargain shopper. I carry coupons everywhere. I know how to find a deal. I've only ever purchased full price J.Crew maybe 2 or 3 times and I'm sure you'd never know! Well, the other week when I was down at B's, I wanted to find a nice new dress for church. We were in <a href="http://anntaylorloft.com">Ann Taylor Loft</a> and I found this little beauty. The only one of it's kind left and luckily, in my size.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Six1u1zkglI/AAAAAAAAN38/L1Ke83snkFU/s1600-h/100_5515.jpg"><span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyFull" title="Justify Full" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 13);ButtonMouseDown(this);"><img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Justify Full" class="gl_align_full" border="0" /></span></span><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Six1u1zkglI/AAAAAAAAN38/L1Ke83snkFU/s400/100_5515.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344776305359749714" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Six1uwtzy-I/AAAAAAAAN4E/kPksYXuBOVg/s1600-h/100_5516.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Six1uwtzy-I/AAAAAAAAN4E/kPksYXuBOVg/s400/100_5516.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344776303993408482" border="0" /></a><br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The tag said $19.97 (I think), but I noticed a teeny tear on the shoulder that I could totally sew up in seconds when home. So I asked for a discount and got the dress for $14.97.<br /><br />SCORE.<br /><br />Personally, I think it's really flattering on my still to shrink post pregnancy figure (and just a tad <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">boho</span>/earth mother). The perfect Sunday morning outfit and I couldn't be happier.<br /><br />Did I mention it was <span style="font-weight: bold;">$14.97</span>?!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14455636-6302406783970524784?l=chloehumphries.blogspot.com'/></div>Cloggsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06017614350224451146chloehumphries@hotmail.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14455636.post-38830420036619163872009-06-07T20:55:00.014-04:002009-06-07T22:45:37.591-04:00Fingers Crossed<div style="text-align: justify;">I found a house.<br /><br />But I'm not sure if it's still for rent (the sign had been taken down).<br /><br />It's gorgeous. It's blue. It's the beautiful blue house. 4 bedrooms, 2.5 bathrooms. I want it. I need it. It <span style="font-style: italic;">has</span> to be mine.<br /><br />I should hear from the Real Estate Agent tomorrow, if it's still available. Oh please, oh please, oh please.<br /><br />Here's a pic. It's a little overgrown, but that can be fixed in no time. Snooped around in the backyard and up on the porch yesterday (peeked through the windows too!) and it's dreamy.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Sixi_QQPNkI/AAAAAAAAN3c/TkgMgAHv3Gs/s1600-h/VA012528L.1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Sixi_QQPNkI/AAAAAAAAN3c/TkgMgAHv3Gs/s400/VA012528L.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344755696616289858" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Has. To. Be. Mine.<br /><br />Now, to afford a house like this, Joe and I have switched up our situation a little...we are going to rent with our friend Karyn. She's looking for a year or so share and mentioned how neat it would be to get a place together. Means we can get a bigger place together. A <span style="font-style: italic;">nicer </span>place together. Joe and I can get out of debt (we would in fact save money) and when Karyn moves on, we'll hopefully be able to afford to keep it by ourselves. And Emma just LOVES Karyn, so really, it's the perfect situation.<br /><br />The Beautiful Blue House: I think it's going to work.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Joe is a little worried I'm getting my hopes up. I'm fully aware this may not work out, but dammit, I can dream for a few days right?! As the title says "Fingers Crossed" Dammit, I've got my toes bloody crossed!)</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14455636-3883042003661916387?l=chloehumphries.blogspot.com'/></div>Cloggsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06017614350224451146chloehumphries@hotmail.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14455636.post-69180312834970703292009-06-04T15:44:00.014-04:002009-06-04T22:50:42.016-04:00Hopeful House HuntingMonday, hubby and I are going to view a house. A rental house, but still, a house.<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />I'm really excited about it. We drove down the street it's on last weekend and while it's not in the neighborhood we live right now (which we love), it's not half bad and closer to Joe's school. Fingers crossed we like the inside.<br /></div><br />While this may not seem like a huge deal to most people, I'm giddy. Hopeful. Joe and I will probably never be in a position to actually buy a house we like, in the neighborhood we like (Chesterfield, VA is not so cheap!), we can at least get out of apartment living.<br /><br />Amen to that.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SigwUy4eK_I/AAAAAAAAN20/sovJvVWmuXo/s1600-h/23531688.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SigwUy4eK_I/AAAAAAAAN20/sovJvVWmuXo/s320/23531688.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343574091689241586" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SigwVEnxUsI/AAAAAAAAN28/vy0xcmyQld4/s1600-h/389635071.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SigwVEnxUsI/AAAAAAAAN28/vy0xcmyQld4/s320/389635071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343574096451031746" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">...sort of thing I'd like<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Sigu_di0K4I/AAAAAAAAN2U/Jt37CdS8idw/s1600-h/391962371.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Sigu_di0K4I/AAAAAAAAN2U/Jt37CdS8idw/s320/391962371.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343572625672383362" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SigwL-TmdEI/AAAAAAAAN2k/6y4y53mrqVw/s1600-h/5305233.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SigwL-TmdEI/AAAAAAAAN2k/6y4y53mrqVw/s320/5305233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343573940136997954" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">...sort of thing in our neighborhood!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">(actual houses in Chesterfield,VA currently on the market).<br /><br />Now, I know some of you live in houses like the bottom two and I will probably always be a tad jealous. But I'll never hold it against you. I just may ask if I can one day run around in it (kidding. sort of!). Can I?!<br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14455636-6918031283497070329?l=chloehumphries.blogspot.com'/></div>Cloggsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06017614350224451146chloehumphries@hotmail.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14455636.post-33269539797319603502009-06-03T12:22:00.007-04:002009-06-03T12:33:37.376-04:00Sneaky Sneaky Snotface!<div style="text-align: justify;">Emma has a few issues with me using the computer in the day (so 90% of my work gets done once she's gone to bed, which isn't ideal) and she usually sits under my desk fussing and trying to push me off of the chair. It's not cool. Recently though, she's been going off and doing sneaky little things. Yesterday and today, I was lucky enough to catch her on camera...<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Siakd-ePBdI/AAAAAAAAN1Q/dfO_uYb-oe8/s1600-h/100_5559.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/Siakd-ePBdI/AAAAAAAAN1Q/dfO_uYb-oe8/s320/100_5559.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343138842814645714" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SiakeJDK0zI/AAAAAAAAN1Y/0mOUIkrP_C8/s1600-h/100_5568.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTi09B7fwB0/SiakeJDK0zI/AAAAAAAAN1Y/0mOUIkrP_C8/s320/100_5568.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343138845653914418" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yesterday I caught her emptying my bag. This morning I caught her with a packet of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">cheetos</span>, watching TV. I did not give her the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">cheetos</span>, she just managed to dig them out of the diaper bag - I had picked them up on the way to the park yesterday and had forgotten about them. She clearly had not!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Now these things are way better than drawing on walls, putting stuff down the toilet and smearing poop into the carpet, but I'm sure that's all to come. And worse. <br /><br />Lord help me, I have a toddler!<br /></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14455636-3326953979731960350?l=chloehumphries.blogspot.com'/></div>Cloggsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06017614350224451146chloehumphries@hotmail.com8