Anyone Want To Go To A Car Show???

Rick's car club is putting on their first ever car show this weekend. It should be awesome, if everything goes as planned.

The hubby is also going to debut the Shoebox's new paint job! And let me be the first one to tell you...it's bad ass!!!!!!!!!

Yours truly will be there too, of course ;P

I hope some of you can make it!

This Week In Food

This house-bitch has been doing a lot of cooking lately. Not a lot of cleaning, but definitely a lot of cooking. I clean up after the cooking, I'm not a pig. But I totally have to do some sweeping, dusting and mopping of the floors. Ugh!

This morning I decided to try my hand at Swedish pancakes. My best friend's mom used to make us "German pancakes" for breakfast when I would sleep over at her house, and I think these Swedish ones are the same thing. I'm waiting for Rick to come back from the store with powdered sugar, so I'll have to get back to you about their taste, but I can say they were really easy to make!



And last night I decided I wanted to make vegetable pot pies. I was feeling pretty sluggish though, and the original recipe I wanted to go with seemed daunting. I decided to scan a fellow blogger's blog, remembering that she gave a recipe to a vegetarian pot pie recipe. My sister's a vegetarian, so I knew she would be a volunteer guinea pig. I asked Rick if he would try it, since he's a he-man beef eater and usually hates that Morning star stuff. But he said he would eat it. It was so easy! I had most the ingredients at home already, and everyone was impressed with it. I am usually my worst critic and decided that the Morning star chick n strips looked a lot like chicken, but were soggier in texture. Duh, it's soy. So I think it wasn't exactly what I was craving, but my sister and Rick loved it. there is only one slice leftover and Rick already claimed it for lunch.


And earlier in the week I made this. Yummy! I love pasta, and this was simple too!

.Bows.

The bows are just fluff. I thought they were cute and girly and just decided to get them. I'm usually not one for a rash decision, but I think sometimes I just think TOO much. I'm 24, and just said fuck it, you only live once. I hate to live in fear or regret. If I get sick of them, I'll just get them removed! Rick got mad at me for whining about the blue in the background. While Pete was tattooing me he mentioned that he wanted to add it. Since he was in his artist mode I thought he would know best. Aftermath? I've contemplated it after the fact and am not sure what I think about that part. Sometimes I like it, sometimes I don't. So whatever.



They also look crooked in this picture, but I have to use the excuse as the angle and my right leg. When I was 16 a part of my femur died and just broke off for no apparent reason. Gross, right? I was on crutches for two years while doctors figured out the best possible way to repair a teenagers knee so that I wouldn't need another surgery. Needless to say, during those two years I went through a growth spurt and my good leg grew a half a shoe size seems to have grown slightly longer. I also am so used to shifting my weight to my good leg that I just have a funny stance. And my bad knee will always remain a little bit swollen and can't straighten out as well. I think for the most part these are subtle things that people usually don't notice and I never bitch about, but instead of you guys thinking my tattoo artist was drunk or stupid, I wanted to explain a bit. Pete had a hell of a time matching them up and placed than many times.

So...you like?

~I Never Realized I Was Such A Big Fan Of Bows~

The sweater I'm currently knitting. (In black with a red bow.)


And what I'm getting tattooed today. (Just a borrowed image of someone else's bows.)

M-I-C...K-E-Y...

We're goin' to DisneyLand today! Pray for me...we're bringing the in-laws. I usually get a long great with them, but my father-in-law talks to much and 8 straight hours might do me in!!!!!

Justifying My Addiction

One of the many steps to recovering from an addiction is admitting one. I think I did that a few posts ago. But, since then I have seen a few more lustful-worthy dresses that are feeding into my addiction. Dammit! I just feel I HAVE to have them! Which I'm sure is common for anyone with any kind of addiction. What to do? Well, I've decided that since my closet is ready to bust, I must get rid of a few, to make room for the new. So I will be selling off some on eBay. I just have to do it...I mean isn't this worth it?

Being This Fly Should Be Hard Work

I'm just sitting here, sipping down half a Guinness (cuz I used the rest to marinade a pair of steaks), and a quarter of a Corona (cuz I used the other 3/4 to make onion rings)....and just thinking about what a kick-ass wifey I can be when I want to. Yeah, I don't de-clutter often, I sweep and mop when I feel like it, but I'm a good cook! Or at least pretty good for being self-taught! So now I'm just wondering, when does my name get added to my husbands canvas, or carcass? He wanted to a few years ago and I shot it down. Actually, I told him to get it on his ass in cursive like girls used to! HAHAHA!!!! So mean! But he loves me anyways!


*Rick's 1st Birthday*

Today is the ol' ball and chain (I kid Rick, if you ever run into my blog again...) 36th birthday. Yikes, you're really getting up there babe! But you don't look a day over 26 or 28. At least that's what everybody usually guesses his age to be. So in honor of my babe's b-day, I'm making the dinner he requested: steak, baked potato, and a salad. I threw in the onion rings because I felt like challenging myself. How Americana, right? I also pulled out his baby book and read him his stats. He is such a guy! He didn't even realize he had a baby book! (He was 7 lbs. 4 oz. and hot pants were a popular way to dress, according to some of the facts in that book!)



*The little naked man on Rick's chest!*

Oh, and Rick got this freaky looking Kewpie in memory of his grandfather, who had a very similar Kewpie done in the 1930s. Rick's brother got one too, but a more modern one with the same sentiment. The initials are his grandfather's, and my son bares the same middle name as he, in memory as well. Since there had never been a photograph showing his grandfather's "original" Kewpie, his tattoo artist had to skim through some books and do his best. When Rick's mother and father saw it, they said the face looked almost identical. Of course, all in blue, because they only had 7 different types of ink back then! Eventually, possibly even next week the will be a rope on the top, so right now it looks like Kewpie has a ponytail, or a Hare Krishna- which really irritates Rick when I say that, but it does!

So Happy B-day babe! Hope you like you're dinner!

300th Post????

Geez...I'm really getting up there aren't I???

Why have I been contemplating going private on the blog?


Well..there's a few reasons.

While Rick, who is far from being a huge computer user, ran across my blog earlier today, (searching for tattoos) he wasn't too please that I had called him a retard in a previous post. My bad. I know I was wrong. Wasn't expecting him to read my blog. Blah. Blah. Blah. So I erased the statement and apologized. Kind of.

He also mentioned that someone at work mentioned my blog to him. I don't know if he's bullshitting me or not, but that did concern me a little. So...I'm not sure if I'll go private, but don't worry. If I do, it'll all be exactly the same. Just keeping a few out. Like Rick's union brothers. But why would they be looking at a knitting blog anyway? Hmmm....see I don't entirely believe him.

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Now that I got that out of the way, I've decided to get back in my groove of my ridiculous opulence and show off something that scares me a little. Rick brought two boxes out of the attic for me to put in my already-busting-at-the-seams-new-closet. I looked at them a little, puzzled at their appearance. The outside looked vaguely familiar. But not really. Rick kept swearing they were mine. Hmmm....so I opened them- (Thank God!!!!) after he went to work and realized that there were a bunch of dresses folded away in them. A bunch of vintage-style dresses I had forgotten I owned. All smaller than my current size, but I could probably squeeze into them. In the boobs- probably not. How could I have that many dresses I completely forgot about? My sister always tries to irritate me by comparing me to Paris Hilton. I shudder just reminding myself of that, but nonetheless only a Paris Hilton dumb ass would forget that they had this many dresses missing in action for the last few years, and not even notice.

*Yeah, I know- they're all wrinkled and need to be steamed!












Hi, my name is RubyRedRuca. I have an addiction. To vintage dresses. And high-end shoes.

I've been contemplating going private on my blog. I'll add any of you that want to join. Any of you that comment. Or don't. I'm sure I'll lose some viewers. (Duh!)

But it's something I need to do.

Woot! Woot!

I just got pre-sale tickets to see The Reverend in February at the HOB Anaheim!

Brokedy-Broke-Broke

The Closet is done- minus the floor. Half is the pretty wood that had always been in my closet, and the other half was rotted out in the laundry room. So one day we will cover it with a leopard rug or carpet, but since we're brokedy-broke-broke right now. It'll have to wait, and I don't even mind. Because I'm in love with my new closet! But, man there aren't many places left for new shoes are there? Oh well...I'll figure it out! And believe it or not, this is only half of the dresses I own! I put the other half in a storage box when I thought I would never lose the extra baby weight. But I'm about ten pounds heavier still and may be able to squeeze my fat ass into them.





And did any of you see True Blood last night? I totally got sucked into it and LOVE it!!!! It's made by the same people that made Six Feet Under, which may be my all-time favorite series. Or at least one of them. I went out today and bought the first book of the series and picked up Twilight while it was at it. I want to see what all the fuss is about!

Completely unrelated, but super cute! Have you met my little fireman yet?

I Am So Sick Of Painting!

The gold looked like cat vomit. I don't know how it got to that point, but it just wasn't working. It looked hideous, uneven and like gold poo. Yuck! So I immediately primered the walls again, it took three coats!!!! And just girled out on the fucking thing. Pink walls and black trim. The whole point was to have it be a kitsch and a girls dream. Even though I'm only girly on the weekends. I usually love red more than pink, but in this instance I could only imagine pink working. Rick cringed at the idea, and made this face when he saw the pink on the walls. I really wanted to punch him since I've spent so many hours and so many days working on this thing. But as soon as I started with the black trim, he was sold. And excitedly told me it looked bad ass. So tomorrow I should be done painting. I AM SO SICK OF PAINTING! And my room is a disaster since everything is piled everywhere while the closet is under construction. It's all finally getting to me. And Rick wants to kill me for wasting $60 in gold paint. I hate that I may have to get more primer too. Another $25 dollars worth. And I dropped my fancy hair spray for the second time. $35 x 2= $70. Yeah, I'm just wasting money today. It sucks.



And in between paint drying sessions I've been sitting on the couch with my kid watching Caillou and working on this! I love embroidery!

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But look at my closet! I hate that he texture coated it. It looks like bad acne scars to me, but he was lazy and texture is easier to hide the drywall and old plaster.

I'm primering it right now. The gold looked like shit, and will be re-painted gold. But I had painted a big gold swatch before the texture coat so it would need to be repainted regardless.


And I feel like embroidering. This will be my first object since I was ten or twelve. And that didn't go so well. So I may easily get sick of it and ebay my whole embroidery stash!

Anyone want to buy a shoe?

Rick called me last night while I was at work to let me know that Alabama destroyed a pair of my beloved red and black wing tip heels that I displayed last month on this very blog. The kicker is that she destroyed my son's checkered vans the night before. But I went early yesterday and bought him another pair. Mine aren't that easy. Besides the fact that they were $200???? Well, they were hand made in Brazil and were on back order in my sz. (9) for years. It had been a fluke they were in stock earlier this year. So it's iffy if I will ever be able to replace them. :(





I'm in shoe denial and a memorial service is pending. (I'm joking!!!) I told everyone to wear their best shoes while we bury this one in the back yard. Sniff. Sniff. RIP beautiful shoe. And both were found on the couch together, but only one was chewed while the other one was spared.

There is no rhyme or reason with this dog. I know it's puppy separation anxiety. I dealt with this with my other dogs when they were little, and still give them a treat when we leave, but this one has done wrong by me by somehow getting past a baby gate and chewing up my shoes. My little Houdini.

These heels made their debut this weekend when my best friends' boyfriend played a gig at Alex's Bar in Long Beach. They were awesome, and so were my shoes. Other than this, I had a fun weekend. How was yours?