My Doctor is a Cartoon Character

I was supposed to tell you about the event I attended in this post.

It was the launch of Eden BodyWorks products.

But I'm going to direct you over to Naturally Nicky's post because she did a superb job of recapping the event!

I had a fabulous time hugging all of my favorite bloggers!

Instead, you are going to read about my latest adventure at the dr's office.

Without going into unnecessary details, I was referred to an endocrinologist through my insurance company.

(Don't worry, I'm fine.)

I go to the appointment early.

I notice there are A LOT of elderly people in the waiting room.

I'm not judging.

I'm just saying.

I'm 36 years old.

I didn't ask questions.

I just sat and waited.

And listened to an older couple argue about the husband not wearing his depends the night before.

Still, I sat.

And smiled.

All while questioning if I'm in the right place.
Still, I sat.

Finally, my name is called.

I chat with the nurse for a bit.

Then I wait.

All of a sudden, I see the door slowly widen and I hear this slight yet creepy "eeeee" noise.

Then I see a WALKER enter the room before  I see a body.

The DOCTOR is on a walker!

A WALKER!

African Jacket(worn backwards): Gifted by Key!

Jeans: Forever 21

Heels: Steve Madden

Bag: Zara

So, the doctor wheels in the room.

I had to actually help him sit on the stool.

He immediately says, "People think my brain is broken. It's just my hip."

I say, "Ummm, hi, my name is Reiko?"

I say my name with a question mark because I felt like I was being PUNKED!

He was not the least bit interested in knowing my name.

The doctor looks like a cross between Mr. Burns from The Simpsons and "Baby's" daddy from Dirty Dancing.

He starts to look at my chart and asked why I was there.

I told him that my insurance company referred him.

And he says, "I wonder why they did that."

SIR!

I have the same question!

He goes through my paperwork, then looks up at me and says "So, you're gonna be an old mother when you start having kids?"

(Naturally Nicky and Rocquelle)

I think I made some type of noise and then answered with an immediate "side eye."

I say, "I guess...kinda??"

Then he tells me that it's okay because he was an older father...but much preferred being a grandfather.

The amazing thing is that I still sat!

 (Ashley of Medley, Inc. and you already know Rocquelle)

He then tells me the story of breaking his hip.

(He fell from the curb of his mother n' law's home after winning a game of Gin Rummy)

He goes on to share that he only deals with senior citizens and that I should go to another specialist.

I WHOLEHEARTEDLY agree!

Then offers me Thyroid meds.

Not because I have a thyroid problem.

Nope.

Just because.

I say ok.

And made another appointment with him for next month.

I'm a glutton for punishment:)

JUST KIDDING!

Oh, I forgot to mention that he REEKED of CIGARETTES!

How do you have the bedside manner of a truck driver, look like Mr. Burns from The Simpsons, smoke cigarettes, be on a walker...and still be a DOCTOR!

That Damn Blue Cross/Blue Shield insurance company!

(I know the story doesn't match the pictures but you needed to know about my latest adventure!

Go to my FB page to see more pics of the event:)

God Is Good

Finally, a real outfit post!

It's been so hot that I've basically resolved to de-clothing (not a real word) as soon as I get in the car.

I even take off my bracelets and earrings because the thought of anything touching my skin in this 100+ degree weather makes me mental.

(I may have or may not have stolen this vintage dress from Juanette's  house this summer.)

(Vintage belt/bag/dress/sunglasses, Sam Edelman wedges)

Well, the dust has settled. The summer is winding down and I have so much to be grateful for.

I had the best wedding I could have and had some truly awakening moments this summer as to who is really on my team and who isn't.

Also, remember that post a few months ago...the one where I lost my job as a teacher because of silly reductions in funding?

Let's just say that since that day, I haven't had one day to be sad about it. I've been blessed in every way. I found a summer job to carry me through the summer and pay for little things for my wedding.

And I got another job! I'm still in education which I'd sworn off but that's what happens when I try to make my own plans and not follow God's plan.

As much as I want to be that creative chick...I still have bills.

So it was a blessing. And I didn't even have to look for a job...it came to me!

Creatively speaking, things keep getting better! Every since my debut as a video wardrobe stylist, I've had more great things come my way.

As soon as I can share, I will!

Things are good and finally falling into place and I couldn't be more appreciative!

P.S... I owe you guys two wedding posts...my take on the "process" (trust me I have alot to say about that!) and a run through of how it went down...it's coming.

GFS Series: Christ Chic...Le Sigh

 (Super LONG post! Feel free to just look at the pics but it is SO worth it if you continue reading:)

Vintage blouse/belt, Target Skirt, these Paris Hilton shoes)

Let me start by saying that I went to church on Sunday. It's important that you know that.

So, after church, the Mr., the kiddo and I, needed to swing by JC Penney to get her some sports bras for softball. We walk in and ask the first employee we see to point us in the right direction. We go upstairs and stumble around still not finding what we were looking for.    

We go to the intimate apparel department where three of JC Penney's finest are huddled, engrossed in what I assume is a conversation about the government's impending shutdown...it has to be that serious to ignore us, right?

I ask the group for help finding sports bra. They all pause long enough for Chaka Khan the ring leader to make slight eye contact and POINT to a back wall. The kiddo, the Mr. and I, all look at each other because surely this lady is going to stop her conversation to help us.

Not so much.

(I almost fell in this pic)

My crew automatically looks at me because they know that I can get quite vocal when it comes to poor customer service. But this is where you remember that I went to church. God was still in me.  

So I bit my lip and we all went into the designated area. No sports bras. We wondered back downstairs to look in the athletic department. Sports bras built in shirts but not sports bras alone. We find another employee who directs us back upstairs. Le Sigh.

 

We go back upstairs. Low and behold...who do we see but Chaka Khan again. We tell her that we didn't see any sports bras. She then so graciously turns into Vanna White and points to this one row of sports bras, which were white and gray. There were no signs. Just blended in with the regular bras. We start to look through them as Chaka stands nearby. Since she was standing there just looking, I asked her if she could measure the kiddo. Let me also say that the kiddo is taller and more developed than most ten year olds. She has the body of a young woman.

So...the following conversation ensues...

Me: Could you please measure her since we are here?

Chaka Khan: *without budging* How old is she?

Me: *blank stare* She's 11...(confused)

Chaka Khan: *looking disgusted* Oh no. There is an age limit to get fitted. We only measure ages 16 and up.

Again, a collective blank stare...Chaka Khan included.

Chaka Khan: (continues) Yes, that's policy. We don't measure under age 16 because if we measure her today and then she grows at the end of the week, you're gonna have to buy her a new bra.

Me: *blank stare*

Chaka Khan: I can NOT measure her.

Me: But we've been here before and had her measured before.

Chaka Khan: Oh no. That's against policy.

Remember again, we just came from church. I bite my tongue.

Me: You know what...that's ok.

Chaka Khan: Well let her come back here so I can see.

Me: You know what, don't worry about it. *walking away*

Chaka Khan: (yelling as we walk away) I'm TRYING to give you suggestions.

All of us walk away side eyeing the heck out of each other.

Of course, you know I found a manager.  Ummm hmmm. I explained the "new bra measure policy" and of course the manager never heard of such. The manager asked me to go back to the department with her to confront Chaka Khan, PROTECTOR of the MEASURING TAPE.

Chaka stands her ground and even added that she was trained to not measure preteens because some parents don't want their kids wearing "padded bras."

BLANK STARE!!!! Who said ANYTHING about PADDED BRAS LADY!

I still had a song in my heart from church so I just aggressively politely told both the manager and Chaka that she was no help, her customer service skills are piss poor and that they should agree on a policy.  (My version of Sunday polite atleast.)

Here are my questions though.

1. So what if I have to buy a new bra at the end of the week? Is it your money?

2. Let's say that I do have to come back to get another bra in a week...are you refusing to sell it to me?

3. Why are your nails so long? Is that sanitary?

4. Do you have on two wigs?

5. Do you really know someone whose boobs grew in a week?

There's more...but I can't. I just can't.

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SALT

No dramatic story about my outift today.

I made some whipped red potatoes.

I put too much salt.

Massive headache.

Now, I've gotta go lay down.

(My facial expression in this second pic makes me giggle...I so wasnt' trying to do that:)

H&M Dress

Trench Coat stolen borrowed from a ten year old who doesn't appreciate that I'm a stylist and picked out cute "back to school" clothes for her. So, now I wear the trench. No plans to return it either.

Sam Edelman Shoes

Necklace: courtesty of  ...Love Maegan!

P.S. I used to say I RUE the day that  food will affect my body parts. That day is here...but the potatoes were still good:)

True Story

So, this morning I'm getting ready to leave and I need to let my dog "out." As I open the back door, I immeditately am hit with the fragrance of weed (Mary Jane, the chronic...insert your local adjective here). It's 8am...who the what and what the what? I get scared because the smell is so strong that the person has to be somewhere near. (Insert images of the Jump Out Boys attacking me).

So I let my dog out...who didnt bother to bark by the way...and I see a man walking away in a wind suit. He is walking away slowly but still. I look to my left and there is an iron dumbbell sitting next to an empty trash bag.

Immediately I think "Oh my god. This dude is getting high before he uses his dumbbell as a weapon to break the burglar bars to my neighbor's house and steal all of her pictures from the flea market off her wall." (Mind you I've never been in her house but she looks like that type).

So, I got my oblivious dog back in the house and hustle to the front and knock on her door. She peeks the blinds and the following happens...

Me: *in a semi frantic voice* There is a dude back there smoking week in your yard with a dumbell. Then he walked away!

He: Oh that's probably Tre'....my ole mannnnnn.

Me: *throwing up a little in my mouth* Ummmkay. I just wanted to let you know.

So here is the letter I wish I could put in my neighbor's mailbox...

(I wore this outfit this week but decided it was boring so I didn't post it but now I need a pic for this post so voila...thrifted men's cardi/harem pants/boots...nothing special at all)

Dear Neighbor,

Why is your man smoking at 8 in the morning? And does he normally work out with only one dumbbell while smoking weed? And why is your man rocking on old school wind suit...the kind that made that swooshing sound when he walked away? Why is he walking away at all?And why is your old man smoking weed at all?? You are atleast 65 55 years old! How old is he?!?!?!?

That's all,

Reiko aka "GFS"

Decisions, Decisions

 Since yesterday was the "official" start of Fall (happy dance), I decided that I should wear the brightest colors in my closet. Make sense? Right...it doesn't...I'm backwards like that.

 I ran into a student today that looked at me and said "You look pretty in your spring colors but it's fall...so let's say you just fashion forward." Really, you little...ugh...forget it, I'm supposed to be the adult right? Right.

I wish I could chat but it's TV NIGHT! Grey's Anatomy, Project Runway and DC Housewives...in one night! I don't know which one to watch first! BYE!

P.S...I have a fab giveaway on Monday! YAY!

(skirt worn here and here)



I Didn't Get The Memo

So, I had a meeting today that wasn't at my normal job site. I walk into the meeting and what do I see? EVERY SINGLE PERSON had on school spirit t-shirts, jeans or khakis and flip flops. What the what!?! What is going on? Here I am rocking a cute cardi/pencil skirt and wedges with bows and everybody looks like they are about to go to a cookout!

Why wasn't I informed of the dress code? I even had the nerve to have a big flower on the side of my head looking like Niecy Nash from Clean House!  I'm looking at people look at me while I look at them! It was hilarious!

I get over the shock and sit down. What's next? Yeah...a team building activity! Really? Really. So we all had to play this game much like musical chairs and I am the only one teetering on my wedges trying not to get knocked over by the Blue Man T Shirt Group! I got bumped a few times as I tried to get to the next chair but I swear to you I was about to "Roy Jones" the old lady teacher from Mississippi if she made me fall!

Is it better to be overdressed or undressed at a function??

I didn't post my outfit I wore today because you've seen it before but I did rock some shoe clips sent to me from Lynn over at www.shoeclips.biz.  Lynn offered to send me a pair of shoe clips to jazz up my shoes and I accepted. I had no idea that she was going to send me so many!

I absolutely love them...and they DID NOT ask me to say that. Matter of fact, she never even mentioned blogging about them.  She just wanted me to have them. I spent all of last night in my closet looking for shoes to rock my clips with! I am more than smitten by them! Thank you LYNN!

P.S...I didn't post my outfit today because you've seen it all before. I wore this cardigan, and these shoes and pencil skirt

Paper Bag Boy

(Pretty sure this dress was less than 3 bucks)

I have to share this story with you. Yesterday was my bday and my students were really sweet and bought me a trough of golden oreos (if you're new to my blog...you'll learn about my relationship with Golden Oreos soon enough). At any rate, I was about to leave for the day and one of my students was running to catch me before I left.

He was drenched in sweat, clutching a wrinkled paper bag. This is how the conversation went...

Kid: (out of breath) Ms. G, I...just..wanted...to...give..you...a...birthday gift.

Me: *looking at the bag suspiciously* Okay, what is it?

Kid: *handing me the crumpled bag* I know Golden Oreos are your favorite but I know that you said you wanted to lose weight...so I bought you a small box of oreos so you won't gain that much.

Me: *about to tear up* AWWWWW!! Thank you!! I am so touched!

Kid: *looking away* Okay...I'm gonna miss my bus.

Me: *clutching the cookies* Run, Charlie, Run!!!*

How sweet was that!

I know what you're thinking.

"Surely, she is going to keep THAT box of cookies as a keepsake."

Baby Crunch! Those cookies are gone! But we are having a cookie party in class with the other bajillion bags of cookies I racked up!

*not the kid's real name*

Roses and Thorns

Every week I have my students share their Roses and Thorns. Basically, they share something good and not so good with the class that happened during the week.  I tell them that if they share a thorn, they have to back it up with a rose. So let me practice what I preach...

Thorns:

1. Attended the funeral of a friend this weekend.

2. My car is starting to make bubbly stomach noises.

3. I almost lost my dog again today. I took him outside to let him do his business. I got distracted and went back into the house. I didn't notice he was missing for about 30 minutes.

4. Found out one of my students has cancer.

5. My feelings kinda got hurt this week...had an argument with someone I love. I hate when that happens...but what's the point of arguing with someone you don't love, right? RIGHT. Hopefully, that someone will get that I'm really an Angel on earth who wears pretty shoes and trips and falls and likes to skip (without falling, of course) down the yellow brick road of happiness rather than pick fights:) I digress...

*5 thorn limit*

Roses.

1. My dog is too stuck up to become homeless so he chilled in my neighbor's yard until I remembered that he existed. (He was a stray when I got him so I think he rebels against the thought of ever really running away)

2. I'm alive.

3. God loves and God forgives...and so shall I...within reason of course.

4. I finally wore this thrifted Indian silk dress that I got for 2 bucks earlier this year.

5. I finally got to the gym once this week to release some frustration...and then ate a fried chicken sandwich right afterwards. (That's gotta count as a double rose..no?)

6. I might have some interesting/fun news to share soon:)

7. I joined a church this Sunday.

8. I have yet to trip or fall this week.

9. I really enjoy my new job but I'm pooped every single day.

10. I'll celebrate my 35th birthday next Tuesday:)

*No limit on roses*

What was your rose and thorn of the week?

(The pics suck...sorry)

Most of these pics are cropped because my fake smiles were too obvious or I just couldn't muster up the energy to adjust the camera lens.

Every piece of today's outfit came from a thrift store.

The dress actually had long sleeves but I hacked them off. The sleeves were too reminincent of a Gordon Gartrelle shirt.

If you have no idea who Gordon Gartrelle is...please refresh your memory with this little clip. Fast forward to the 5:30 mark if you are in a rush!