The Perfect Tank

While, I am sure you are all anxious for my finding, let's start this blog by talking about the cami.

The camisole is, I believe, the female equivalent of a man's white undershirt. (At this point I should warn the men in my life, you may not enjoy the detailed review of the cami.) More importantly, when you are a large chested lady (like myself), it's a necessity for deep-v necklines or lighter sweaters.

But the cami is not designed for those who are curvy. It has a tiny straps, which barely cover my grandma-like bra straps. "But they have a built in bra?" my small-chested friends comment to themselves. Silly ladies, that shelf bra doesn't hold up anything substantial. In fact, the shelf bra is more trouble than it's worth. It only pulls the camisole down, showing off everything one is trying to cover up.

And so, I have been on the hunt for a tank made of the smooth cami-like fabric, but with the coverage of a good ole' fashioned tank top.

Today, I found it! After an entire summer of searching, I found a collection of exactly what I wanted at Target... of course. It's the best $7.99 I've spent in a long time.

Leaving town

Tonight I am packing for my final NY trip of the year. I enjoy the tradeshows, and I am very lucky to work with a group of people I enjoy spending nine, 12-hour days with; but we are all feeling a little overwhelmed with this trip.

Not only is there a lot going on IN the office (for those of you who don't know we are launching Dunder Mifflin Infinity and I'm on the party planning committee), but there's a lot coming up all over the place.

My manager, and tradeshow compatriot, is getting married the weekend after the show. Yeah, she's got balls (slash crazy). This not only means she is leaving me a little early this show (which, in case she reads this and feels guilty, SHE SHOULD), but she is also leaving me in charge for the two weeks following the show during her honeymoon.

Our darling second cousin (though, I still think Aunt Annie sounds the best) is due the first week of the month. This, of course, means I will be preparing ample meals upon my return, so I can barter for baby time. (note: please no baby until August 22. Then, go for it!)

We close on our house in late September and still have finalized paint colors. What do you think... Nantucket Fog or Blue Arrow for the guest room?

And, I want to take a nap.

Photo montage

Do you ever have a moment when you realize how awesome your childhood was? Or how scary your parents really looked in the 80s? Or, how much money people wasted on developing film?

I had such an evening. In preparation for our big move, I suggested that we organize the basement and get rid of as much as possible. The hubs wanted to start by scanning in all of our family photos. As anyone who has gone through a parent's things can tell you, parents take a lot of photographs. We have boxes and boxes. Tonight we decided to tackle one box. That small box took us over an hour to flip through (at a really fast pace).

Overwhelmingly, the verdict was things that seemed important, are not. For instance, for three years in a row we went to Disney Land at Christmas. Each year, someone (possibly the small child who begged for the camera) decided it was imperative to take a photo (usually blurry) of every single float in the holiday parade. That's approximately eight rolls of blurry floats so precious that they have survived five moves and two decades.

Another example of something we experienced was the notion that you should send those relatives you do not frequently see entire rolls. Here's a picture of your cousin picking up an Easter egg in 1991. Here's another. Another.

We have decided to tackle a different box each night until we are threw then all. Eventually, we will have them all scanned in and available on DVD. Something for all family and friends to look forward to.