Fashionista Challenge: Day 2

Day two and still hating my pictures. But on a side note, I do have different hair! Holla! I like to call this "lazy hair". I'm still in a food coma from the Italian Feast I made last night for dinner for some friends and the idean of putting forth effort into blow drying, flat ironing my hair just made me want to go back to sleep.

Realization of today: I am alone. Not entirely alone. I mean I do have my friends, my family and my co-workers, but for the first time in my life I am single, alone, no man and I have NO IDEA WHAT THE HELL I AM DOING! I think I need to invest in a little book called "The Rules" . It was recommended to me by one of my friends and it is apparently the chick's guide to dating, the in's and out's, the do's and dont's. Maybe when I am done reading it the book will magically change into a hot man who has an amazing job, nice vehicle, loves his momma and can't take his eyes off of me. Now that ladies and gentleman is a BOOK! Shit, that is an investment. Let me know when someone publishes that!  

Now onto conquor the world! but first, just to get past Tuesday!

Fashionista Challenge: Day 1

Day Late: September 12, 2011

First day of Fashionista Challenge (going 1 month without wearing the same thing to work) and I already hate pictures of myself. I want to puke at the sight of how LARGE I look. Ughh. I have a feeling this is going to be a self realizationg of a couple of things:

1. I dress like a slob
2. I honestly do needs to loose ALOT of weight
3. My bathroom is boring white...bleh
4. My fingers look like chubby little sausages
5. I need a manicure..bad...can I have some money?!?

Either way something will come out of this "challenge". I am bound and determined.

I bleed green......

Well to sum up my weekend I have one word.......you think i'm gonna say fabulous right....wrong. It was BORING!!!!!! Well not all of it. I honestly think that when you have a boring weekend it causes you to fully appreciate the simple things in life. Like laying on your couch watching TV until  you can't possibly keep your eyes open, which just so happens to be 1 a.m.! Yeah that was my night saturday evening after a fabulous dinner with my mother at a cute little restaurant. I think the ric food they served got the best of me but I have to admit that it tasted AH-mazing going down the ol trap...and it helped that I didn't have to fork over any mulah for the din-din. Score! Double score because I had good company enjoying this feast! Friday night we won't talk about, just a night filled with blashemy and doesn't deserve a mention on this ol blog. Sunday was my glory day........Soccah (I always manage to want to use my non existant Maine accent when saying words ening in 'er) Soccer...my heaven on earth...and a night spent with my brother, his rowdy friends (second brothers to me) and this gorgeous piece of meat:



She can go away....very far away..and stop looking at my man! Grrrr

Okay, so maybe that is not how all of you picture Mark Sanchez, but as far as I am concerned this is the only way that he needs to look ever. Not to mention he won the first official game of the season, and he beat the hometown Cowboys. And I like to think that he knows who I am and totally wants to have babies with me......am I pushing it too far?!?

You smile cuz you know your gorgeous

Thats right....we are number 1 Markeeeeee!

Okay, one more to make you smile!



 Football, beer, food and friends...good Sunday to me.

Oh the insanity........

So I got to the gym everynight...who am I kidding...I go about 3-4 times a week. So why..oh why do I feel the need to go work my ass off at the gym and then come home to shove my face full of food? I mean I should be getting home and want to do nothing more than lie on the floor and pass the hell out. But no, for some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about food all through out spinn class. "What am I going to make for dinner tonight? Is it going to be good? What can I eat that will make my ass grow"? yeah these are all those great thought strolling through my head while I am peddling my way to never, never land. Someone smack me. Hard...so hard I fall off the bike. thank you, thank you so much. Thought maybe I could wrap it up with a little "catch up with Dianna list":

- Boys certainly show their age when they open their mouths. Someone needs to teach them at a younger age, if you talk to a women like she is a lady, she will treat you like a lady should. If you open your mouth and stupid rolls out, well she might just smack you across your face. and laugh at you....

-i have taken on the challenge of not wearing the same outfit to work over the duration of a month. I'm going to take photos each day and log it on my blog. don't ask me why i am doing this..i have no clue. It might be the product of me bragging at work how many clothes i actually own. which might possibly be embarrassing. so i put myself up to this challenge. maybe it will force me to explore my fashionista side. or it will prove to me that i really do have more shit.

-someone asked me earlier today "are you going to watch the debate tonight on tv?"...huh there is a debate on tv?!? I have never been one to get involved in politics. I tell myself it is because all the platforms and beliefs of the candidates is quite confusing. I never talk politics with anyone either because the minute I open my mouth i know nonsense will come plowing out. and who wants to look stupid?

-apparently i decided to pic the apartment complex located right next to the massive highway they are currently building because i am a DUMB ASS! 5 a.m. turns out like this "hey juan...turn that damn backhoe off. this hoe is still trying to sleep"! Damn you!

-I graced my uber cute neighbor again this morning with my presence. I even managed to pry my lips apart and say "hi"! Maybe tomorrow i'll make eye contact. Hey im growing up! Knowing me though i'll be the one sliding down the stairs on my ass and knock him over. I am sure to get a date after that

-The world lost a great soul this past week and the very young age of 35. He was amazing, touched everyone's hearts and influenced the game of soccer in so many ways. His spirit will live on. RIP Bobby Rhine. Thanks for the advice, the stories and the passion.

-Best part about living alone.....my clothes are on the floor and they have been there for a few days. Suck it.

-I think every work place should have a scream room. A small sound proof room where anyone can do during the day and scream as loud as they could. Today I could have used a scream castle..yes that large. today was major suckage.

-I'm sad my bestfriend decided to not drink for awhile. Don't get me wrong...I should be doing this too..but I might just faint if I don't have at least one or two drink every day...I mean every now and then. God i'm a lush.

Tonight another night at home...TV..which is great because I can never get enough of it...and making my bed, because apparently I have to have sheets on it to sleep. Maybe i'll just sleep on the couch tonight!

Take me out to the ball game……

A refreshing night at the Texas Rangers ball game with some of my favorite ladies. Jacky, Tera and Heidi make me laugh so much. On the ride over there (which just so happened to take a bit…an ass load….longer than what we would like. A special thank you to all those idiots out there who fail to use their traffic signals)…I realized how much these ladies make me laugh and how we could seriously write a book of all of our quotes and quirky saying. I think you would buy one and then laugh your arse off. Just saying! We had a blast.

Tera, Heidi and Jackie...don't think she wanted her photo taken..

 Started the night off right like any true lady would……

it;s so sweet once it hits your lips

While glaring and dreaming about ripping all the clothes off the gorgeous players from our lovely seats.

If only they were closer

Needless to say it was a wonderful evening had by all. A cute little 4 year old (shoutout Lindsey from Haslett) was at the game with her family. She just happened to sit right in front of us and shared her cotton candy with us. By the way, nothing classier than having a beer in one hand and a glob of cotton candy in another. Classic! She was just about the cutest thing ever and seriously talked my ear off the entire game. She also commented on the likeable-ness of the “cute” players. I think I have myself convinced that I am the “cool aunt” or “cool older friend” who teaches little kids bad things! Well not bad things but I honestly think sometimes you should talk to them like an adult. Its hilarious half the time and quite enjoyable (you should try it). Nothing like a 4 year old blurting out “is farting like diarrhea”?  Bwahahaha! True fun times had by all and I suppose we shall have another fun filled evening at the ball park. Maybe I can convince another little kid to go buy me a beer this time.

My day is so far from over and while I am soooo excited about going to Corpus Christi this holiday weekend, I am dreading the drive down there. 7-8 hours in a car with a numerous amount of red bull, Gatorade and who knows how much blaring music I am about to endure. Luckily I have a friend hoping a ride to the Austin area so I’ll have some company for about 3hrs of the drive. Regardless oh how long it takes, the trips are always well worth it. The hangovers are not!

Someone please stop me

I inhaled an entire box of these goodies at lunch time.

Ask my why when I made my lovely lunch worthy trip to Walmart I was atttracted to these little guys. They are the devil.....and I worship any gummy fruit candy. Why god! Whyyyyyyyy!

Thursday…oh Thursday……

I decided last night that life is what you make of it. Take me for example…..I’m not the best dresser in the world but I try. I mean I wake up each morning thinking about what fabulous outfit I can put together to only manage to have it on and completely hate it. Which turns into me going back to one of my “safe” outfit choices that everyone has seen a million times. But I try….regardless of what you think I have taken the stance that I believe I have descent style choices and no one is going to rain on my fashionista parade (but advice is welcomed)! And another thing I just recently moved into an apartment all by myself. The first two weeks I forced myself to stay up very…VERY late each night so that by the time I was ready to crash, I couldn’t keep my eyes out. For some reason this convinced me that since I was so tired I couldn’t hear some stranger trying to break in my apartment to come and eat all the fabulous food I have recently cooked! (I mean come on now doesn’t this look ahhh-mazing!)

Anyways I could come home and be completely depressed that no one answers my “honey I’m home” greeting, or be mad when I have no one to pick up after me, but I am not. I am learning to embrace being alone and frankly (I don’t give a damn…..classic gone with the Wind) I kinda like my alone time. I honestly don’t get anything done during that time, but I still like it! I know I’ll probably blog about this time and time again but to be honest this is a huge step and change in my life. This is the first time I have done something for myself and it rocks! Woo hoo! Suck it haters! I know it sounds like I have never lived before, but I am a firm believer that you happen to experience different things through out different parts of your life. So what if I am a little slow in the process! I like to think that I just happen to tackle things with a more mature thought process. That still doesn’t mean I know what I am doing!

Tonight however the ladies take it to the ballpark to watch our beloved Texas Rangers beat some Tampa Bay ray arse! Woo hoo! I’m sure how much of the game will be spent watching the actual plays or how much of the time we will spend talking about which ass looks better in what pants. I mean how can you go wrong looking at this:

Oh Ian I love you so

And this:

Oh you pointing at me?



And of course this:

(hey biatch...he's waving at me!!)

I personally hope that they opt for the second choice uniform but I doubt it is camera ready:

This is what I need to wake up to every single morning



I’m already thinking about the most gross, calorie induced, cheesy fabulous food item I can eat. You know the thing that the minute you take a bite of it your cholesterol slaps you in the face and tells your ass to grow a few more inches! Oh yeah…can’t wait! I think I might forgo the cold beer for something like that…….who am I kidding! I’ll have both and starve for the remainder of the weekend. Great plan Dianna, great plan! So here’s to a night full of boys, beers and brats!

(Heaven, I'm in heaven)