Shopping experiences while looking like a homeless person

We got to the downtown area and had found parking and everything was finally starting to work out. And then Dad told me that it's not socially acceptable to be showing a mauled leg out in public. I stole an uneasy glance down at my leg and decided that he was right. By the looks of my leg, it wouldn't be accepted probably anywhere except for in my own isolation. So,. I searched through my suitcase for some pants. Bad thing is, we have been camping and traveling for about the whole week prior and I had no clean clothes to wear and I couldn't change because it was in public. So, I opted for a pair of my Adidas track pants to pull over my baggy shorts. That along with the over-size Hanes men's t-shirt I was wearing, my flip flips, dirty and tear-stained face and gross hair up in a pony tail made me look like a homeless person. I was in some serious need for some shopping therapy though because the day had gone so badly that I decided, the heck with it. Nobody knows me here, I can look like a homeless person if I want. I just hope I don't get kicked out of a store for looking so badly. So, we took off down the block in search of a good store all the while being surrounded by nicely dressed people in suits and heels. It was depressing. I found a T.J. Maxx and immediately went into it. Spent about 20 minutes there and was ready to leave after making some purchases because of all the strange looks I was getting. So, that was my experience of looking like a homeless person while shopping.   

The actual story of the gauze wrap

So, we finally found a gas station. I had my clothes in hand and went to the girl's bathroom. But, somebody was of course in there. I waited. And waited and waited. It was already around 2 in the afternoon and we hadn't seen any sights except a crappy Goodwill so I was kind of impatient. After 10 minutes I was considering if I should go back out to the car and find a different place. But, a man walked out of the guy's bathroom. In a desperate split-second decision, I checked to see if anybody was looking and hopped into the boy's restroom. That was my first experience of ever being in a guy's restroom and it was gross. There was a broken mirror and toilet paper everywhere but I needed to change badly. So I changed into my shorts and tried to take the dressing off of my leg because it made me look like a war victim. The dang thing would not come off! So, I had to leave the wrap on it and limp out to the car. I tried to take it off out there and it still wouldn't work. After about an hour of putting soaked tissues on it to soften it all up and cutting away parts of the bandage, I finally got it off. Since I had to remove the bandage though, the whole thing had started to bleed and ooze again. Disgusting right? Dad had to watch me pull this thing off and crying the whole time because I have a very low pain tolerance and decided to take pity on me. We would go to the downtown district and he would let me go shopping for a bit! So, that cheered me up some and we took off...  

the story of the gauze wrap. Sort of..

It was a good thing that I banged my leg up when I did because that was our last day of camping out there. The next day was going to be dedicated to exploring Denver and getting to play tourist. I searched on the GPS for a Goodwill someplace nearby and we took off for it. After about a 40 minute curvy drive down a mountain to get to this place and getting lost, we were sorely disappointed because this store had absolutely nothing in it and was tiny. But, we had seen a beautiful lake on the way there and drove back to it to get some pictures. My leg was hurting awfully bad (I probably shouldn't have worn skinny jeans over top of my leg and the bandage), so we didn't stay there for awhile. I was driving down the mains street to head back to Denver when I smelled something that smelled like burnt oil. I looked out over top of my hood and of course, it was my car and there would be occasional puffs of smoke that would come out. Freaking out, I told dad about it and we pulled into the nearest place so we could pop the hood. Oil was indeed leaking and dripping onto the exhaust pipe. We had to pull into a Jiffy Lube to use the lift to be able to look at the car and figure out what the problem was. Dad went down into the pit with the mechanic since he's excellent with cars and rebuilt mine so he knows everything on it. We had to go to an Auto Zone to get a new head gasket and a few tools and worked on it. It was an easy fix and done in like 5 minutes. During that time though, I was putting an air freshener thing in my car vent to get rid of the burnt oil smell when a huge spider crawled across the side mirror and onto the dash. I screamed and hoped out of the car and hit it on the car door making it bleed again while the spider just crawled inside of my vent. We had got back onto the highway when the stupid spider crawled out of the vent and landed on my leg! In a very nervous and scared voice i was like "Dad,theresaspideronmyleg!Getitoff,getitoff,getitoff!!!!" Dad reached over and smacked my leg ,of course on my bum leg, causing it to bleed yet again. But, at least the spider was squished. I decided it was about time that I go ahead and change into shorts because my leg was hurting incredibly bad and now there was squished spider guts on my leg. So, we started on our search for a gas station...   

kinda a really funny story..

So while in Colorado, we stayed in a campsite at Rocky Mountain National Forest..Campground I'm guessing? Anyways, we had just come back from a 7-mile hike and decided to relax in the reclining lawn chairs that we had brought with us that evening. I was really hot from the hike and almost sweating so i went into my tent to change into shorts. I came back and sat in the chair. I was so close to falling asleep.. you could see chipmunks running around everywhere and hear the wind in the trees and birds and feel the breeze and sunshine.. it was amazing. I was almost asleep whenever of course I started to get cold. I decided I would try to be a warrior and tough it out but after a couple of minutes I gave in and went into my tent to retrieve my sleeping bag. It had been sprinkling on and off all day long and dad told me that if you get even the tiniest bit of moisture on your sleeping bag, it will ruin the insulation and I'd freeze that night so I was of course very careful. Lo and behold a few minutes after I had zipped myself up into the mummy bag and kicked back in the chair, we could see rain approaching and hear it coming for us. Wanting desperately not to freeze, I hopped up as fast as I could and tried to sack race to the tent because stepping out would lose time. I had almost gotten to the door and needed my legs to get in, so I started to pull a leg out while still sack racing towards my tent. I of course fell. But in my desperate attempt, I had lunged towards the door while falling and unzipped the tent and threw my sleeping bag in just in time before the rain hit us. So, there I was, my whooooole entire right leg bloody, scratched and embedded with gravel sitting out in the rain laughing because of how funny the whole scene must have appeared to everyone and crying because my whole leg is mauled and I have to be in a wedding a week later and because it hurt really bad. I tried to clean it up as best as I could and dad told me to put antibiotic ointment on it and to head off to bed because I would hurt myself again more than likely if I stayed awake any longer (I'm very clumsy and tend to get hurt a lot). After going through all that trouble to keep the sleeping bag dry, I wasn't about to put wet ointment in there. So, I made a fuss and we ended up wrapping the whole leg in gauze wrap which in fact, made the whole thing a lot worse...

pint-size

I cannot help but to admire Mary Kate Olsen's sense of style. No matter what she wears, she pretty much always pulls it off and looks adorable. She can effortlessly go from casual/chic to glamorous. I'm really into the low key/ girl next door style right now and she seems to have that down pat. Here are some of my favorite looks from her...

 

 
  

finally back!

So about a week after I got out of school, my Mum, Dad, sister Julie and I and my puppy Wally took off for a family reunion up in Indiana. We all know how family reunions go so there's not really much that I can elaborate on that subject... but right after that while my Mum and sister left to go back home, my Dad and I took off for Colorado!! It was probably the best trip that I've ever been on in my entire life. I'll talk some more about it in another post but this one is dedicated to a very few items that I purchased while in Denver. I'll later explain why it was so few of items too, but on with the post! So, one of my absolute stores of all time is T.J. Maxx because the picks change every single time you go, items aren't very expensive, and the clothing there actually lets you bring out your style. So, I purchased a short lavender bubble hem dress made by Sorprano (size S), an over-size sweater by Poof (size M), and a pair of black patent leather platform pumps by Guess (size 8 and 5 inch heels!!). sorry the pictures aren't that fantastic. Once I begin on re-doing my room, I'll have a lot better looking background.

busy busy busy!

So I have been so incredibly busy lately which is part of the reason of my lack of posting lately. The honest reason is that I'm finally out of school, and blogging was one of the last things on my mind. But never the less, I am back! Ok, so I wrote a post awhile back about how I wanted to dye my hair blonde? Well... it finally happend. Even though it wasn't really by choice.. still happend. But it's just hair right? You can always change it, and what';s the fun of having it if you don't take risks? So I was over at Boyfriend's house and so excited because I had just bought a box of hair dye from Wal-Mart (I'm cheapy) and was so excited because I was going to finally step into my big girl panties and take a risk with a liiiiiitle bit lighter colored hair. So, we put the hair dye in and after about 20 minutes, voila!! Red hair! I was horrified but had to laugh. It was deffently not how I had pictured it. Thankfully, Boyfriend had a paackage of hair creme lightener bleach stuff and dedicated all the rest of it towards my hair in an attempt to make it look a bit better. The way this creme works is the longer you leave it in your hair, the lighter it gets. I was begining to get really worried after half an hour because they wouldn't let me wash it out yet, it wasn't "blonde enough". So, I just kept waiting. Finally, the moment of truth came. I got to take off the shower cap and lean over into their tub to rinse it out. I stood back up after rinsing and slowly turned around to look at myself in the mirror. It was almost platinum blonde.