Working Lady Fashion Sense

I don’t usually have it all together when I dress for work.  To be honest we can wear jeans and let me tell you how easy it is to throw on jeans and a polo shirt and walk out the door.  After I posted a picture of what I was wearing today one of my friends commented on the picture that she loved my “working lady fashion sense” and this post was born. But now and again I step it up a bit.  Take yesterday and today for example…





Yes I was in the bathroom at work when I took these.  Hey it has a floor to ceiling mirror!  The fashion game has been strong this week.  I’ve got to keep it going the rest of the week.  Here are a few other details of today’s outfit.

The jacket is a velvet type material and the socks were of course argyle and matched my outfit.

The jacket is a velvet type material and the socks were of course argyle and matched my outfit.

The collar on this shirt is amazing.

The collar on this shirt is amazing.

Of course someone made a Partridge Family joke about the shirt…but listen I looked FABULOUS.  So there!  What am I going to wear tomorrow?  Not a clue, but I’m sure it will be amazing.  Or I’ll break down and wear jeans.  Because jeans are so comfy and amazing.  Stay tuned!

Cead míle fáilte {Hundred Thousand Welcomes} Part 3

It’s been SO long since last I updated this.  Almost a year now!  You might be surprised that I actually recall the trip at all!  But to be honest it was one hell of an adventure and hard to forget!  When last we left the hubbins and I were heading south toward the Cliffs of Moher – a sight and site we were told we should not miss!  Off we went!

But first a stop off in The Burren.

But first a stop off in The Burren.

Now the drive through The Burren was FULL of twists and turns and legit “hair pin turns”.  The hubbins and I are not praying folks, but I know I blessed myself at least twice and he may have done so too!  We had already decided by this point that WHEN we go back to Ireland we want to spend a great deal of time in this part of the country.  There was so much to see we had to really pick and choose what we were to see.  Next stop lunch followed by the Cliffs!  I could tell you about the Cliffs, but I’ll let the photos speak for themselves.

This one is my computer wallpaper at work.

This one is my computer wallpaper at work.

This is one of my favorites of me on the whole trip.  I loved the wild things the wind did to my hair.

This is one of my favorites of me on the whole trip. I loved the wild things the wind did to my hair.

There's a path from the cliffs to the next town over...there is no safety fence of any kind!

There’s a path from the cliffs to the next town over…there is no safety fence of any kind!

One last shot of the cliffs. (We took so many)

One last shot of the cliffs. (We took so many)

We still had miles to go before we slept.  Next stop was Cashel, home of the Rock of Cashel and the home of our wildest host on the trip, Patrick!  We arrived sometime around 7pm and caught him as he was heading out to “have a good crack, but not that stuff you smoke. No that’s the weed I’ll be having.”  Yep he was a pisser!  We just sort of smiled and nodded at Patrick as he drove off for the night and wondered if he might even come back!

We found the BEST bar that night – Penny Lane and saw the Wigwam Glam Band!  They were a cover band of sorts with makeup like KISS, but dressed in flashy disco like shirts.  Hands down one of the best night life spots on our stop.  So good that we headed back there the next night!

But indeed he did and we enjoyed breakfast with him and found that everyone staying there were his “cousins”.  We were the “American Cousins”, but there were “British” and “Australian” ones visiting too…who knew I had so many relatives.  But he sent us on our way after breakfast to have “good fun” or “good stuff” depending on where we were headed.  That day we were headed for The Rock of Cashel.  Which was home to the kings of Munster as well as a very lovely cathedral.

A copy of the Cross of St. Patrick

A copy of the Cross of St. Patrick

Cemetery on the grounds of the Rock. Townsfolk are still buried there today.

Cemetery on the grounds of the Rock. Townsfolk are still buried there today.

After seeing all the sights of the Rock we headed further south towards Cork, but we ended up in Blarney, like you do.  Though we weren’t after kissing the Blarney Stone.  No we heard the locals like to ahem, defile the stone at night when the grounds are all closed up.  Plus it was a pretty penny to visit, no thanks, maybe next trip!  So we went shopping for gifts instead at the Blarney Woolen Mills (Since 1825).  I scored a pretty wool coat, plus some goodies for the parents too.  We then took a drive along the coast and headed back to Cashel for the night.

In part four of our long overdue tale…I’ll tell you of our trip back to Dublin for our last night in Ireland.

Confessions of a Blogger {@thenerdygirlie} #BloggerConfessions

So The Nerdy Girlie asked readers/bloggers to share their own “confessions of a blogger” which I am, when I’m not being horrible at blogging.

1. I am horrible at keeping to or having any kind of schedule.  I have tried countless times to plan a head.  The only time it really worked was when we went to Ireland and I didn’t want to leave the blog empty for a week away. (It should be noted that I have not finished blogging about said trip to Ireland….*adds it to the list*)

Me at the Cliffs of Moher - Oct. '13.

Me at the Cliffs of Moher – Oct. ’13.

2. I usually have NO IDEA what I’m going to write about until I open up a new post page.  Like I said I’m not a planner when it comes to writing, not at all.  Something usually has to pop into my head, be seen on social media, or arrive via the mail to prompt me to write about it.

This guy was on my EW magazine this week...I've just binged on all of Season 1 - so I wrote about it.

This guy was on my EW magazine this week…I’ve just binged on all of Season 1 – so I wrote about it.

3. I could probably use a team of sorts.  You know to help me stay on track and actually plan out posts.  But it’s just me and these furballs.

They don't have thumbs and they are super lazy...

They don’t have thumbs and they are super lazy…

4. I have NO shame when it comes to tagging folks via their Twitter Handle in my blog title.  I have found it is one of the best ways to get people to read something you’ve written.  Is it shameless, yes.  But does it work?  You betcha.  If you look…you’ll see I did it this time around too…

5. I LOVE to blog/write.  So why don’t I do it more often?  Lack of time is one reason. Not having anything to write about is another.  Which is one thing I like about getting stuff to review IT MAKES ME SIT DOWN PEOPLE (hint).

So go on.  What are your confessions as a blogger?

Do you have 20+ hours to kill? {@nbcblacklist}

If you answered yes to this question, have Netflix streaming, and have not seen Season 1 of NBC’s The Blacklist well, you are in for a TREAT!  Ok even if you have seen it…you may want to refresh yourself for the Sept. 22 Season 2 premiere.

I’ve liked shows before…*cough*Sherlock, House of Cards, Orange Is the New Black*cough*. But something about this show is different.  Probably because it combines the best things about those three shows into ONE show.  Also when did James Spader get hot in the brainy sexy way?  Because trust me kids I always thought he was a smarmy jerk/creep in most of the roles I’ve seen him in.  Not in The Blacklist kids…ooh no.  Here you are cheering him on.  In one episode I actually yelled at the screen “Just kill X already Red!”

This show has also made me want to flip tables in the best/worst way possible due to plot twists and turns.  They happen in EVERY episode!  This show is a true gem.  I won’t spoil it for you if you haven’t seen it, but if you want to talk to me about it…I’m over on the Twitters at @galinthegreyhat.  You can also DM me if we’re following one another as I accidentally posted a spoiler earlier this week…yeah don’t do that.

I’ll tell you this Raymond “Red” Reddington (4th on the FBI’s Most Wanted List) turns himself in (after being on the run for 20 years) on the very day FBI Profiler Elizabeth Keen starts work at the Washington Bureau, but why?  Well, watch and see.  As the tag line says: Never trust a criminal…until you have to.

He also turned up on my EW magazine.

He also turned up on my EW magazine.

The most amazing things can happen on Twitter to brighten an otherwise shite day {I’m looking at you @amandapalmer}

Most of you who follow me on the Twitters (either account) will have seen that today was not a day to write home about.  I had a crap time of things at work and was generally feeling low.  In fact by the time quitting time rolled around I was 100% done with Tuesday as in going to bed the minute I get home.  But then while I was whining about the fact that we were waiting forever 20 minutes for an oil change that something amazing happened.

I was glued to my phone and Twitter as usual and saw a tweet from Amanda Fucking Palmer.  Basically she tweeted out “where’s my cloves?”  So I did what post people do…I tweeted back *passes clove over*.  What happened next brightened my day in a very big way…

Two count them two tweets!

Two count them two tweets!

I was beside myself.  Little backstory, Amanda Palmer is one of my favorite (tops of the top 3) musicians.  I’ve followed her since the Dresden Dolls up to her solo career.  Go listen to her TED Talk, seriously – I’ll wait.  Better yet check out her website and blog, again I’ll wait.  Long story short….she’s fucking awesome (sorry not sorry for the language Mom).

So to get any response make my heart all a flutter.  Yeah I was fangirling pretty hard in Jiffy-Lube this afternoon (classy right).   So while I had been feeling down before now, well now I’m on flipping cloud 9.  It really is the little things in life people.  Really.

Oh and hey Amanda Fucking Palmer, if you happen to read this….thank you for a little thing, that was a big thing for me.  Oh and I’ll gladly share my cloves and Boone’s Farm better wine with you anytime.  Just say the word.  Love, me.

And now for something completely different… { @galinthegreyhat / @illbemother221b }

You all read of my wold journey to attend Gridlock DC last weekend?  You didn’t?  Well, I’ll wait.

Took you long enough! ;)  Right so I for one had a blast!  I saw everyone I wanted to see, minus some of the folks who couldn’t make it.  But I can tell you I didn’t see them for nearly long enough!  However, this is what visits to NYC and Virginia are for…with better planned travel of course.

I was even able to attend a few panels and I have to say the Gridlock folks put on a pretty amazing first con!  One of the panels I attended was called From Bohemia to Belgravia: Influences of Canon on BBC’s Sherlock.  The purpose was to look at the way the canon (ACD’s stories), fanon, and other adaptations had influenced or shaped the show.  I loved this panel, hell I even spoke up a time or two.  Which is very much unlike me.

What I liked hearing about was how people had come to the BBC show.  Half the folks in the room had read the stories, the others had come from other adaptations, or seen the BBC show and gone back to read the canon.  This got me thinking about my own introduction to Sherlock Holmes.  Which I quickly shared with the group.

Looking back my first introduction would have either been The Great Mouse Detective or Young Sherlock Holmes.

Come on what kid wouldn't love Basil and Dawson?

Come on what kid wouldn’t love Basil and Dawson?

I still have this movie today…on VHS and DVD!  Yup I’m nerdy about my Sherlock Holmes and my first was a mouse.  Of course later squeed at the fact that they used voice clips of Basil Rathbone (my Pops first Sherlock) in the movie.  Young Sherlock Holmes was just ok for me.  At the time I saw it I thought it was a good “kid” movie.  Once I was older I added a copy of it to my movie collection.

In the summer of 1994 my Pop and I went to our local Media Play (remember those?) and he picked up a few of the Basil Rathbone tapes to watch with me. I admit that I liked the stories, but felt there had to be something MORE.  I also felt that some of this stuff had probably never happened in the books that I knew existed.  I was told I was correct and if I promised to read the books my Pop would buy me volumes one and two.  I did and he went out and got them for me the very next day.

Well, A Study in Scarlet had me from paragraph one.  Before I knew it the summer bugs chirping in the night gave way to the sound of hooves on a cobblestone street!  I spent that summer running off on grand adventures with Mr. Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson and I loved every moment of it. That fall, my English teacher started off our class on mysteries.  His first question?  “Who lived at 221b Baker Street?”  Three guesses who nearly jumped out of her skin to answer?  Yup it was me.  Also turned out I was the only one who knew.

We read the usual stories in class: Scandal in Bohemia, The Red Headed League, The Final Problem, and The Empty House.  But we were also introduced to the Granada Series staring Jeremy Brett.

Now here was my Sherlock Holmes!

Now here was my Sherlock Holmes!

We watched The Final Problem and The Empty House and I was hooked!  That weekend I was back at Media Play with my Pop begging to introduce him to my Sherlock Holmes.  We bought 5 episodes.  After the first my Pop was hooked too.  By this point the episodes were being rerun every now and again on Saturdays and when they were I would stay at my Pops house and we’d watch all the Sherlock Holmes we could.

I must say a part of what I loved about it was that it was ours, my Pop and me. It even got me writing some of my own mystery stories included my first known fan fic involving Sherlock Holmes getting married of all things!  That manuscript is probably in a dump somewhere…ah memories.

When I went to college my roommate and I lived in room 221.  Yes we added a “b” to the door and began calling ourselves “Holmes” (me) and “Watson” (her). In fact we still sign off on all correspondence with our chosen name.  “Watson’s” mother even bought us deerstalkers.  That was how deep our love for the great detective went!

Fast forward to 2010/11 as I can’t recall when we watched it first.  But we were on Netflix and my husband suggested we watch this new BBC version.  I stomped my feet, I pouted, I even told him “This isn’t going to be Sherlock Holmes!”

I mean just who did they think they were!?

I mean just who did they think they were!?

Then I watched episode one.  I relaxed a little.  When it was over he asked if I wanted to watch episode two?  “If you do, we can.” Was my response.  By the end of episode two the mister was asleep and I was pressing play on episode three!  I was then very disappointed to find there were no more episodes and that it would be two years before I would find out what happened to Sherlock and John!

Do I like the show?  YES!  Do I love the show YES!  Do you need to have read the canon to get it?  No, but it does help as the seasons come out.  Should you read the canon?  Oh yes!  There’s so much in there to read and find!  If you haven’t read the canon does that make you less of a Sherlock Holmes fan? Not in my book, I’m glad you found him!  Pull up a chair, kettle’s just boiled.

Long story short I love the canon, I love the BBC version.  I love The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes (seriously go watch it), and I love all the other adaptations out there.  I LOVE IT ALL!

But to be the respectful person I am…I’m taking the majority of my BBC Sherlock talk (as well as other not safe for work or my mom stuff) to a new locked twitter account.  So while you are welcome to keep following me on @galinthegreyhat you can also request to add me at @illbemother221b (not all requests will be granted).

So get on out there and read the stories, write your own, watch the BBC and Granada Series as well as the loads of other adaptations out there.  Here’s a list of a few to get you started on IMDB.  Cheers!

The day I didn’t think was “the day”

For some reason I didn’t think today was “the day”.  The day we found out we lost our second pregnancy at 6 1/2 weeks along.  The day we found out my husband’s cousin was killed in a truck vs. motorcycle accident (PLEASE SHARE THE ROAD).  For some reason I thought I had two days to prepare myself for “the day”.

In fact I thought it was the “other day”…the day that should have been our first child’s 2nd birthday.  But thanks to google I looked up which of these days was a Monday in 2012 and found that day was today…well fuck me.  As you can imagine I had a little cry at my desk.  Then made a post to twitter about it, like you do.  I find letting things out on twitter are pretty freeing.  I mean it will go to your followers and if you add a little hashtag – anyone.

Before I knew it lovely messages were pouring in from friends and new friends a like.  I knew y’all were great…I didn’t know how great.  Seriously you folks helped make a really fucking terrible day amazing.  (I’m allowed to curse a blue street today FYI)

So let me tell you a little about D.  I met D back in 2007 when I went with my then boyfriend to meet “some” of his family in New Hampshire for his grandmother’s birthday.  And let me tell you his Grammy was pretty amazing too (a story for another time).  I spent the weeks leading up to this trip grilling the now mister on who everyone was.  Which included sharing funny stories about all of them as it would help me remember folks.

Long story short I meet D and he says “I bet you don’t know who I am?”  My response was “You have a black Sharpie on you D?”  To which he responded “How the fuck do you know about that?”  This also came with the biggest hug I have ever received.  As for the Sharpie comment…let’s just say D was a budding artist as a youngster and used a part of himself as a canvas…

Who else would wear a wig AND dress to run a Warior Dash race (besides my husband)?

Who else would wear a wig AND dress to run a Warior Dash race (besides my husband)?

Seriously, this guy rocked.  He and my husband ran a Warrior Dash race in dresses.  D. added a wig, the mister and pretty pink hat.  Oddly enough their dresses also matched!  Their cousin J also ran the race in some sort of dress and fake fur boots, they were a sight to see.  Just two weeks later this guy would stand up as best man at our wedding.  Which he attended with his beautiful bride to be.



One of these days when I know she’s ready I’ll gift her this photo.  It was and always will be a favorite of the mister and I.  We attended there wedding the following May, the mister served as a groomsman and life was amazing for a year and a half.  That is until some dumbass blew through a red light in his truck and hit D.  That day our lives changed forever.

But it wasn’t our only loss.  Eight hours before we would find out he was gone we got our own devastating news, the baby I was carrying had no heartbeat.  I was numb from that minute on and for much of the week after (once we had heard about D).  However, it was my niece who said this “So D must have had to go look after both babies (we had lost our first pregnancy between Christmas 2011 and New Year’s 2012)”  Now I’m not a religious person at all, but that helped me.

What continues to help me is the memories of D.  All the wild and amazing things he did in his daily life.  All the adventures and new things he tried.  Most of all – all the love and devotion he had for his family.  That is what I take with me to get through this day.  Besides if he were here now he would clearly tell me “God hates a pussy!”  And so I dry my eyes, look up and smile, thank him for all the love and good times he’s shared with me in the time I knew him and ask him to give my babies a hug from their mommy.  <3 <3