procrastination, pants and purses

I use the Outlook calendar for certain reminders. It pops up on the 26th of every month to tell me to pay my mortgage and credit card bills, for example. It reminds me about doctor appointments and scheduled events. If you're not familiar with Outlook, there's a nice little feature on those pop-up boxes, and that is to postpone the item for a given amount of time. You can have it remind you again in a few minutes, a few days or a few weeks. I have been hitting snooze on one particular item since September. Apparently, "schedule pap" is pretty low on my list of super fun activities. Who would have ever guessed?!

Seriously. Super low on the list.

My mom was here today, which thrilled and delighted my baby. She is such a little granny's girl! When my mom is down, we usually go shopping somewhere. I drive, because my car has the car seat and I know where I'm going, and my mom rides in the back with the baby because they both prefer it that way. ;) As we were getting out at Kohl's today, my mom unsnapped her from the car seat, and Evelyn started crawling out of the seat in the opposite direction from where my mom was sitting on the passenger side. My mom was saying that Evie was getting away from her, so I said, "Don't worry, I'll scare her back your way so you can get her." And... I stepped close to the driver's side back seat window, got Evelyn's attention as she was climbing my way, and I opened the door and started to reach in for her.... and the little brat squealed and scrambled away from me and towards Granny as fast as she could go. It's pretty sad when your number one function as a mom is to route small children in other directions by threatening them with your presence.

While we were at Kohl's, I finally found myself a pair of jeans that fit. The angels were singing and the light of the heavens was raining down upon me, and I Now Have Pants. My mom ended up buying them for me for a Valentine's Day present. I think it was just a convenient excuse because she has been after me to get some pants for almost two years now. I would also like to thank What Not to Wear for steering me toward a dark wash, boot cut denim. It is flattering. Now I need shirts. I have some cute shirts but they sometimes make me look like I'm pregnant. That is not exactly what I want them to do. Strangely, sometimes I put them on and they don't have that pregnancy vibe going at all. I don't understand it but then, I am sort of clueless and uninterested about fashion. Also, I have odd ideas, sometimes. Case in point, I think that this whole Coach purse adoration is bizarre. Coach is a non-brand to me. It might as well be something sold on the K-Mart clearance rack for all I care. I felt the same way about Dooney & Burke in its day. But, at least neither of those brands are reminiscent of shiny diseased testicles. The link goes to an entry from 2005, the majority of which is a complaint about those shapeless sacks with giant sequins hanging off. I don't know if I ever posted the follow-up to that story. The next day, queen_b980 called me over to her desk, laughed at me, and pulled one of those lovely purses out. It was a beautiful purse, D. Really. It just goes to show that I really should actually learn to keep my mouth shut sometimes. Alas, I will not.

Evelyn is 21 months old today. Where did the time go?