First thing is first, FASHION! I love these shoes from Nine West. They are called the Ginga from their Boutique 9 line. Actually, I think they were shown on Gossip Girl this week, too! (Worn with Serenas completely slu$%^y Thanksgiving outfit. I was shocked. Fishnets with a SHORT skirt like that? I really thought her buttcheek was showing. Jeez... Anyway, here are the adorable shoes! Suede! Jewel-tone color!:
I ordered about 2 weeks ago an adorable pink and green belt from Calista Cove - and it ended up being on sale - this after I had said I was in love with it in my entry from September 30! So here is the adorable belt I ordered:
Now, if I can ever have a life with my health then I can wear these babies out! Sheesh!
My fellow G.R.I.T.S. girl sent me some loverly VV belts that she let me buy from her for a STEAL!
I love belts. I just feel like they dress up an outfit!!
Okay, so on to more serious things. So I got diagnosed a couple of weeks ago with Costochondritis. It is basically like when you get the symptoms of a heart attack (chest pain, tingly in random limbs, numbness in random limbs, whacked-out heart rate, difficulty breathing, etc) and you can go into cardiac arrest if it isn't taken care of. SCARY. So, Michael being Mr. Wonderful Attentive BF took my pulse, thought it was high but that we would monitor it. Well, 5:00 rolls around and my pulse is even faster! So, he takes me to the hospital, they take me away. He is stuck hanging out in the waiting room while they do an IV, chest XRay, pull like 6 tubes full of blood for some damn tests, EKG, and put me on all these monitors. Then they let him in. When my RESTING heart rate goes up to 110 they get a bit nervous so they finally decided to inject some seriously strong crazy narcotic into my bloodstream and then I get discharged after they monitor me for a good 30 more minutes. Michael, as I was drugged up and wasn't going anywhere anyway, helped me get my prescriptions filled (those poor people at Rite Aid probably though I was on crack) and then he got us some food for dinner at Giant and since the prescription STILL wasn't ready, he took me to a salon across the street and got them to shampoo, condition-treat, cut, and style my hair! Is he the BEST or what?
So I have been kind-of in recovery since then and it's been a whopper. I can't run or do kettlebell training. Only walking, swimming, and yoga. Boo. I hope that by the end of the holiday season I can get back to my old self... as I am athletic and I am losing weight each week (which normally would be fab but I know it is muscle so it is a big bummer). And the doctor said I cannot push myself so hard and I have to sleep more. Jeez. Does he know what I do every week? Come on!! But, in all seriousness, Michael has been really good at helping me make sure I sleep well and maintain this healthy lifestyle.
So, no idea about school finishing. I have this fantastic job and I registered for some classes. I think I may wait on Macon to see where I am at the end of this semester, GPA-wise. Plus, we will be moving *fingers crossed* on our house!
THE HOUSE!
4Bedrooms, 3 full baths. 3000 square feet. 700 sqft unfinished. Screened porch/deck. Shed with workspace and room to hang 2 canoes. Play/Swing-set for children. 6 fireplaces with mantles. Slate roof. Slate floor on 1st level. 7-8' ceilings on 1st level. 10-15' ceilings on 2nd level. 7' ceilings on 3rd level. Views of the James River. 1.43 acres. Perfection - esp after some renovations/upgrades. Comes with all appliances!
Front of house facing south:
Side of house facing west(one of 3 chimneys):
Backyard facing north (with swingset!):
Backyard facing south showing how many additions have been put on the house over the years 1794, 1801, 1820s, 1940s, 1990s (we are hoping to help make things look a bit more fluid over time):
Dining Room facing east. There is another room almost exactly like this one on the west side of the house (like most houses from that era):
The amazing old-school kitchen. I have Martha Stewart and Southern Living dreams about this section!!:
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