The Sunday Currently

Today, I'm venturing into "link-up"-land with Lauren for The Sunday Currently.

CURRENTLY...

READING: The Divine Comedy. I've had a blog post planned that necessitates another (at least) riffle through the Inferno. That one should be up next. Also, whenever I get a little down, I flip through The Essential Calvin and Hobbes. Next on my list is The Monuments Men by Robert Edsel.

WRITING: Snail mail to Kate Papania (I'm the worst pen pal ever). A to-do list. Cover letters for job applications. I finally went to Career Services, so maybe there's some hope? 
Probably not.

LISTENING: To my sister trying to reason with her 10-month-old. And my new LFO Pandora station (it's good, guys.) 

THINKING: The sun is too hot. Someone should do something about that. Obama to the rescue!

SMELLING: Chlorine & pina colada. I'm a pool honey right now.

WISHING: That I was blessed with a year-round tan. A family member tells me on the regular that I need to tan because I "look so much better with a tan" which is code for "You look like a dead person. I don't want to be seen with you until you fix that." 

HOPING: That there won't be any new bug friends when I go back to my apartment after a longer-than-planned trip home. (I call them friends, but they aren't--just don't tell them that.)

WEARING: This sounds like some awful, meant-to-be-sexy line: What are you wearing right now? Sorry to disappoint, but I'm just wearing shorts & a tank top. It's summer in Texas. 

LOVING: The new Disney/children's movies on Netflix. Just when I was thinking that I'd have to actually buckle down and get a job (because I've exhausted all the good Netflix options), they add more! {{Netflix + Mary 4EVR}}

WANTING: A pair of white Jack Rogers. But not even I can rationalize spending that much for glorified flip flops. 

NEEDING: To get my future on lock. This "up in the air" business does not make for a happy Mary. 

FEELING: Ready. Ready to move back to Dallas, ready to start a job, ready to visit out-of-state friends, and sososo ready to get my life back on track. 

CLICKING: Doctor Who, Season 7. Summer's my catch-up time for all things Who-vian. I found this while internet-ing & I really wish I'd had it freshman year at UD. Also, the Jobs section of Craiglist has been bookmarked. I'm not proud of that. 

This post isn't very entertaining, either. Sorry.
To heighten the anticipation for the next post:
As Dante traveling through Hell, what would you be drinking?

Also this:

Someone painted this of grown-up Calvin & Hobbes, 

and it makes me want to cry and find all of my stuffed animals. 

Lance, if you're reading, this is for you. 

Independence Day

A little Fourth of July lovin' from Liberace.

Dad brought home a million pheasants from his last hunting trip.

Between my dad, my brother, and my brother-in-law, we get to keep four.

In order to choose, we held Miss Pheasant 2013. 

No one did very well in the interview portion, but they all looked H-O-T in their swimsuits. 

Our Fourth of July was pretty casual, 

seeing as how a baby was involved and all. 

Obligatory drink-and-feet-by-the-pool photo.

SO CUTE! Doctor Granddad & Nephew Augie laying out together.

With all the sun he's getting, Augie is turning into quite the little golden god. 

For the photographically-challenged (me), the panoramic function is awesome. 

Augie decided to help get rid of the star-infestation we seemed to develop. 

(Note the crumpled star in his little hand.)

We had a family viewing of "Yankee Doodle Dandy", 

which was adorable & patriotic. 

Augie's first firework show!

Not at all scared, and he lost interest pretty quickly. 

Babies.

My parents go to the Jubilee Celebration in Schertz every year

and their firework show was great this time around.

Sorry for the boring post. 

I'll do better next time. Promise.

Most Ridiculous Pinterest (Fashion) Finds

I had a dream that I found a stranger-roommate who persuaded me to

live in a one bedroom apartment, 

except both of our beds wouldn't fit in the room

so we shared a bed for a year. 

Then my building's fire alarm went off (in real life. ugh.)

so when I fell back asleep

I had a Metamorphosis dream. 

Also, I waged battle with two bugs

(the species of which rhymes with "dock-coach"). 

I came out victorious, but it was a struggle. 

Citizens of DFW, rest easy. 

Last night was just not my night.

But today I got my LSAT score & received my new running shoes!

via

And I'm going for drinks with a dear friend who will be staying in Dallas for a while! 

So today is much, much better. 

I'm an expert Pinterest-er. 

I'm an unemployed ex-teacher--it's what we do. 

Pinterest is full of good things (& some great things), 

but there's also a lot of really really terrible things. 

I'm not posting links to anything in an effort to save you from yourself. 

If you're looking to purchase any of these items, 

I'll just step in & stop you now. 

I'm willing to allow that this might be to someone else's taste, even if it's not to mine. 

But the caption read "honeymoon". 

I guarantee you, if you wear this on your honeymoon, your husband will think

he accidentally married some bat-shit crazy, Stevie Nicks wannabe who couldn't find her underwear & clothed herself in drapery,
(& let's be real: Scarlet did it better) 

but managed to throw on several items of jewelry. 

Less sexy, more slutty Professor Trelawney. 

There is no doubt in my mind that some young, up-and-coming fashion designer

MacGyver-ed this out of a hook-up's dress shirt just before a little walk of shame. 

Good for her for trying, 

but I'm not falling for it. 

What Muppet had to die to make these possible?

Obama's all focused on carbon emissions, but I'm going to 

need to get someone on the phone to PETA & Jim Henson. 

This is a hat called "Sex on the Brain" created in 1989. 

It makes me want to die. 

First rule of hats:

WWKMD?

(What Would Kate Middleton Do?)

If that classy lady would balk, 

then you better put it back or burn it. 

In this case, burn it and hope the demon inside was exorcised. 

Good Lord. 

The best thing I can say about these is that they're probably comfortable.

Maybe. 

I understand that there are jobs in which comfortable shoes that are easy to clean

are the best option. 

My father's a doctor--I allow him to wear Crocs only in the hospital. 

Comfortable shoes do not need to be so obnoxious about it, though. 

These shoes are for the nurse/gardener who really wants you to 

know how much they rock-n-roll 

when not cleaning up blood/getting rid of those pesky weeds. 

Oh, and I bet she's super sassy, too. 

Those last two make the first "dress" seem not so bad. 

^And that's the proper way to rationalize. 

That's all I have the energy for. 

Just looking at those pictures sapped my strength.

I'm going to go play in my closet now.  

(What up, Mom? Get off my back about using my real name now.)

(Background: My first name is actually "Mary Angela". When we moved to Washington State, 

the Yanks didn't seem to understand a good ole Southern double name. 

To ease the strain on their feeble, liberal minds, I just went by Mary

and that kind of stuck, much to my mother's chagrin.)