Having Confidence...

So last night I went over to J.Crew to try on a pair of pants and necklace...I had a little birthday money left to spend and I wanted to get a nice pair of slacks for work...

I'm in the dressing room with a lovely pair of beige wool slacks that I've been lusting after for a month or so...and I'm ready to put them on. I even toy with trying on the "skinny day size" ( you all know what I mean) and decided to go for it!

I pull the pants apart, poised and excited, and suddenly something catches my attention.

"What the heck is that on the inside waistband of these pants?"

I'm so caught off guard I actually said out loud "These pants have writing on the inside of them!" The inside said something to the tune of this:

con·fi·dence [kon-fi-duhns]: 1. belief in oneself and one's powers or abilities; self-confidence; self-reliance; assurance.

I'm all like "What the heck?"...and I put them on anyways.

What followed was sheer horror:

(and not just the horror of another one of my badly drawn stick figures...this is why I don't do CAD)

Yes the pants look just like this on my body.

I'm thinking "What the heck is up with my hips and why can you see VPL and what the heck is wrong with these confident pants?!?!"

In a fit of disbelief, I put on the larger size...I think "I came prepared for a reason!"...

But it is no use. The larger pants look just as shameful.

Apparently the pants were trying to tell me that I'd need to have a lot of confidence to leave the house in them. I put them safely into the arms of the sales associate and left hastily.

I can help but think that the entire situation is pretty laugh worthy. It reminds me of Elaine's "mirror" issues with a dress she puts on in Barney's on Seinfeld.

Went out for lunch today...

And almost got run over by a super duper Obama supporter. This person had a HUGE Obama campaign sized cardboard or heavier sign strapped on to his car. I know it wasn't Obama because it was an old Volvo and there's no way secret service would let him ride around in that.

To give you a little perspective on what we're dealing with here's a little diagram...sorry my Microsoft Paint Skills are not as good as my Math skills (which are sweeeeet, btw) so I won't quit my day job:

So I'm sitting in the driveway at my office, waiting to get onto 43 (right where it ends) and I'm waiting for the light to change, so I can get on the highway. Then out of no where, this crazy old Volvo with (what I originally thought was a refrigerator) something on top comes flying through a red light.

Naturally, I let it go, then hop right out after it. It stays ahead of me in my lane...By now, I'm yelling at it (work has fueled my PMS today) for going slow. It somewhat senses my frustration and swerves to change lanes...or so I thought. It does this swervy bit two or three times (before nearly crashing into the center divider). Apparently it can't decide whether it wants to go downtown or to Lake O?

So, it makes one last power play for my lane, swerves (I swear to goodness, I thought it would tip over) and does the swervy bit in the next set of two lanes...

Then, in what I can only assume was a rash decision, turned to head up to the Ross Island Bridge. I watched it in my rear view mirror swerve and nearly take out a truck twice the size of the Volvo. I'm like screaming "WHAT THE HECK!!?!?!?!" as I watch.

I'll leave you with this: the plates were from California. You can make what you want out of that.

I made it safely to Zupans with much trouble after that, but on my way back to work I see the one thing missing from the entire charade: A Cop.

Great Minds Think Alike...

I must have been relishing in the "almost Valentine's Day" spirit this morning when I got dressed, because I put on a black pencil skirt and a red crew neck cardigan.

Apparently my Project Manager Shelley was ALSO relishing in the "almost Valentine's Day" spirit this morning too because she came to work in a red turtleneck sweater and a black pencil skirt.

I, however, am wearing my boots and she is wearing pumps.

This has not stopped all the boys in the office from commenting with the likes of "I didn't get the memo" and "Did you two plan this?"...In short, no, we did not, but its ok because we are cute.

The final straw came when our client (in the office this week) called me by her name and one of the IT people asked her if it was "Mother/Daughter Dress alike day"... Seriously people!

I told her that she should have told him to shove it.

But I digress, at least we both wore something cute to work, and my Project Manager is very stylish, so if I should be dressed like someone, I'm glad its her.

For fun, I compiled a little Microsoft Office Paint version of us:

Notice the subtle details here...

So, here's to the twins, off spreading Valentine's Day cheer! Enjoy!!

~Julie