What is BOREDOM?!

Suppose it's Spring Break and you have NO students to teach, no extra kid to watch and NOTHING to do.  Just suppose it.  Well, I didn't get out of my pajamas on Mon. or Tues. until 3:00 or later.  In my defense I DID clean out the kids closet and drawers......AGAIN.  Got the kitchen cleaned, dusted my bedroom (sidenote: WHAT THE HELL.  So much dust), did laundry, cleaned my bathroom.  You know, a couple of things.  Nothing to excuse my tardy showering and dressing.  Today I determined was a pre-3:00 day.  Good thing my cousin Wendy texted about gathering at Peeper Piper (Peter Piper for you non Max speakers) for her sons birthday.  I scooted the kids out the door just after Noon and they had the time of their lives running and playing.  Got home just in time to toss them in bed for a nap, pick up the house (it NEVER ends), welcome the babysitter and head out the door.

What Allyson?  A babysitter?  Whatever for?

You see, while Jere is galivanting in L.A. and at the beach, I went off to work.  Tracie (the other half, but really ALL of Glee) works at a studio in Tempe.  She asked me to sub for six of her lessons.  Alright, fine, I can always use extra money. 

So again, SUPPOSE you're asked to sub for six lessons, or 3 hours of your time.  And then suppose that FOUR of those lessons, INAROW do not show up.  What the HECK is a girl to do with herself?  I mean really.  I'm in a little dingey room, in a little dingey studio and I know NO ONE!  I sang through some Les Mis, walked through the Goodwill next door  (LAME ONE) texted friends, but alas it 'twas not enough to fill this vast time void.  So again, I ask you....WHAT is a girl to do?

Well I did what any normal girl would do of course.

I took pictures of myself.

A LOT of pictures of myself. 

I'm so retarded it's just ridiculous.  No really, laugh. I did.

Let it be known, I spent 2 hours tonight uploading these pics on Picassa and TRYING to figure out how to make a collage.  It DIDN'T work.  BOO!  But I DID try to make this viewing easier for all involved.

So whatever, I will cut down the number considerably.  Just know there are A-LOT more where these came from.

And now....I present....BOREDOM per Allyson in the afternoon.

This was my I'm so irritated and bored face.

Then I decided to see what other faces I could make.

Whaaaaaa?

I think I've got a Baboon down perfectly.  Don't you?

All I see is Scuttle from Little Mermaid.

Don't ask.  I just do.

Thank you.  Thankyouverymuch.

I hate you and your ass face.

HMPH!

Has anyone seen Maggie?  Oh nevermind, THERE she is.

She makes this exact face more than any other.

So Hi-larious I'm apparently choking.

This reminds me of a little story:

Other night....Spelling Bee performance.  So RIDICULOUSLY funny that at one point I threw myself forward, and then back with such force, that my rockstar necklace came flying back and hit me smack in my teeth.  I feared I was gonna lose my front tooth.  Thankfully....it's ok.

WHut-EVER!

I'm so excited, I just can't hide it.

I'm a thinker.  That's what I am.

Tongue roller.

You?

But I can't flip.  Which has long bothered me.

I know a secret.  Tee hee.

OMG!  The killer tomato is coming this way.

Run for your life.

Jere sees THIS face A LOT!

I dunno....what chu wanna do?

My name is Allyson and I'm a DORK!

But at least I wasn't BORED for that 10 minutes.

AND, I got paid to act like a wierdo and take all these pics.

Score one for me.

Boredom and bedknobs,

Allyson

Trash to Treasure Tuesday

Well crap, it's 9:00 already and I haven't posted.  Ok, I'll be honest, I sorta forgot it was Tuesday.

My life seems totally unpredictable and wierd lately.  Like I'm spinning in circles faster and faster and not really accomplishing much of anything.

I spent the weekend attending all of the performances of The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee at MCC.  Jere directed it and it was an absolutely FANTASTIC show.  I laughed til I cried many times.  When it was all over, I was actually very sad, and it wasn't even my show.  I'm so proud of him and all his efforts.  But anyway....many late nights from that, and then last night we went and saw Avenue Q at Phoenix Theatre.  Not gonna lie, I just really don't care for that show.  It was fine, they did a good enough job.  I just don't think it's a great show.  However, we did get to hang out with our rockstar friend Taylor afterward and that is always a treat!

So yeah, I've got a transformation for you, and I actually quite like how this one turned out.

You'd think with this being Spring Break, i'd be on a re-do rampage.  But alas, projects are just sitting there staring me in the face.  Meh.....there is always tomorrow.

Right...so I bought this ugly octagany mirror at 1/2 price Sat. at Goodwill.  When i saw it, I specifically chose it for a jewelry board I wanted to make for my amazing friend Jen.  She's had a lot of crapola in her life, and she just deserves alllll good things.  So, if I can make her something pretty and functional that she wants, then hey, I will do my part.


BEFORE:

Oops!  My bad.  I apparently forgot to take a real before picture.  But, you get the idea.  Bad etched flowers in mirror.  Whoever owned it before had clearly tried to "improve" it with a fairly bad paint job in a minty green.  Soooo

So gave it a quick coat of Heirloom White.

Had my handy friend Todd cut out the ply for me.

Attached the material.  And OH how I LOVE this material.  And we got this.


AFTER:

You can't really tell, but I made the fabric flower on there, and it was my first one and I was pretty proud of myself for it.  Anyway....there are little cup hooks screwed in, which you can't see.  I sorta love how it turned out.

Just to show how it looks with some jewelry on it.  And that ribbon is there for hair accessories to go on.


Sooo......what do you think?

Treasures,

Allyson

A Day at the Zoo

Well folks, mark it down as a red letter day.  I went to the zoo, and I didn't sweat.  Nary a drop.  Miracles do happen.

Lets just get one thing straight....I HATE sweating.  There are only two times when sweating is ok, EVER; those times are: when you exercise and when you're getting your bow chica bow bow on.  That's it people.  No other time is sweating acceptable.  Now let it be said, let it be written.

Usually, my zoo trips have not been all that pleasurable, due to the fact that it's AZ and even in February for whatever reason, the sun blazes down upon us and as you're navigating all the hills and dales of the Phoenix Zoo, you sweat.  ANNOYING!

Today.....pleasantness abounded.  Therefore, I shall forever remember it as a day I actually enjoyed the zoo.

We went with Maggies preschool class.  Well strike that.  We went with BROOKLYNS preschool class, Maggie just got to tag along because Miss Ranelle is all awesome like that. And by Maggie tagging, Max and I tagged.  Which meant that instead of costing an arm, leg and a boob, it only cost me like two toes to get in, and we got to ride the train and play with the stingrays.  Good times.  Sidenote:  Max was SO excited that we were gonna go to the zoo today, he could barely even go to sleep.  He spent MOST of yesterday afternoon asking if we were going to the zoo yet.  So freaking cute!

A quicky group shot on the toad outside the zoo.

Is it me, or does Brooklyn look like a million feet LONG?

The 3 cousins

Brooklyn, Maggie and Jayce

Maggie has become such a little poser for pictures.

So, for the record,  TWO seconds after we started walking, jayce started whining that his feet were already tired.  I don't believe the zoo was HIS favorite activity.

It was interesting going with a group, we entered in a place I've never been before, and we sort of went backwards.  Also, we avoided almost half of the zoo, like the whole little kids area.  We rode the train, which I've never done before.  Meh, I'm not so much a fan.  Yes, by riding the train you get to sit on your bum bum and avoid all those hills.  BUT, then you miss out on great exercise, AND you don't really see any of the animals.  However, you cover a lot of zoo in no time.  And I'm quite sure this is why I never broke that nasty sweat.

This is the first whole group shot. Mostly I'm amused with EVERYONE looking, except Jayce, who was completely immersed in his map.  That kid knew everywhere we were because he recognized the little symbols on the map.  Smarty.

After our totally strenuous train ride, it was time for lunch.  Seriously, the kids were beside themselves with hunger at this point.  At 11:00 a.m. the world WOULD have ceased to rotate if they didn't get to eat.  Which is so interesting, because most days, I can't really even convince my kids to eat lunch. Whatever.

Maggies posing gone awry.

Once filled up on delectable picnic lunches, there was a potty break and then we were off to pet/feed the stingrays.

(I totes swam with the stingrays on our honeymoon, in case you were wondering)

These kids willingly and excitedly took dead fishies into their hands to feed the stingrays.  EWWWWW!

Yep. Happy to hold stanky dead things.

However, I wish I had a picture of her the rest of the time.  She set the fish on the ledge, and then would look at it.  Pick it up, put it down.  Look at it with a look of disgust or concern.  Finally, Miss Ranelle walked over there and Maggie looked up at her and said..."Miss Ranelle, THIS is disgusting."

So true little one, SO TRUE!

Needless to say, she never did feed the things.

Aaaaack!  I can NOT take his cuteness sometimes.

He was in HEAVEN laying on the ledge and watching the fish and touching the water.

The stingrays were cool to watch.

I love this boy, even if he is whiney.

After petting, watching, playing, getting wet, FOREVER we finally left and went to look at the AZ reptiles.  Max had been asking to see snakes ALL day.  Really?  Snakes?  But whyyyyyy?

For the record, I will NOT abide by my child liking snakes. 

Me no LIKEY!

This really is a cute bunch of kiddos, and well behaved.

Some random lady (a teacher from some school) came up and asked us what school we were from, and then proceeded to compliment the kids on being all kinds of awesome and well behaved.

Gooooo Color Outside the Lines preschool.

We got there at 10:00 a.m. and it was now nearly 2:00 p.m. and I was READY to leave.  We said goodbye and made our way to the "roller coaster" (what Maggie calls a carousel)  because the kids had been begging alll day.  And really, it was worth it for the happiness on their faces.

Yep, LOOK at that face.

He was sooooo excited.

I missed the pic of her acting totally silly in her excitement.

This time was so much better than the last time we rode this, in which she cried the whole time.

She did require me to take a picture without my glasses right after this.  But, I didn't like the way my eyes looked.  Just sayin.

All in all, it was a successful and fun day at the zoo.

The kids had fun, and they napped HARD!

SUCCESS!

THE END!

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Trash to Treasure Tuesday (and a quick poll)

Holy YIKES!  Is it already Tuesday again?  Whatever!  How did this happen?

So last week when Miz Jenee popped over for a quick visit, she blurted out "I LOVE Turnaround Tuesday", referring to "Trash to Treasure."  It cracked me up, and also....made me think.  Do I like that name better?  I mean really, Jenee is nothing if not completely creative and witty with words.

POLL:
Shall I leave it  "Trash to Treasure Tuesday"   OR
Change it to  "Turnaround Tuesday".

Whatever, I know in the grand scheme it means ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!  There are starving children in Africa for crying out loud.  Libya is exploding and crap like that.  I get it.  Who cares what I name a stupid blog.  I'm just WONDERING, that's all.  Ok.  It makes ME feel better to have mindless stuff like this, cause then I don't have to think about Libya and Egypt and the whole Middle East and the fact that pretty soon I'll have to be walking everywhere because i can't afford the gas to even go see my neighbor.

So yeah, anyway, PLEASE VOTE!

Alright, I have news, and the news is this.  I'm not that excited about anything I have to show you this week.  Just a few little projects.  Can't post the pic of the Faboo lamp I found for Jer for FIVE bones.  Because I'm not done doctoring it up.  Can't post pics of my latest chair re-do, 'cause, well, i'm not in love with it yet.

So, this leaves me a picture frame and a trunk.  Meh, not much, but they'll have to do.

First, a little picture frame I picked up for a cool 100 pennies (ignore that price tag, it's a total LIE).  It was grotesque in its goldness.

BEFORE:

AFTER:

A little white spray paint and some glaze and we've got something to look at.  Now it's on my photo wall in my bedroom, housing Jers parents wedding pic.

Next is a little ol' trunk I bought at Target like 8 years ago.  It sat happily housing a couple of pillows and a blanket as part of my decore.  However, the years and the children have been unkind to it, and it was looking a little worse for the wear.  I mean really....cheap to start wtih.  Falling apart.  I finally took it out of my living room and thought I could make use of it somewhere in my bedroom.  My original idea was to paint it white and distress it some.  BUT, I also had the idea to use upholstery webbing on it, and that didn't look so good with white.  So, instead.....

BEFORE:

Clearly this bad boy has seen better days.  So, I took off all the hardware, which meant that eleventymillion screws later, I was ready to paint.

A quick little spray paint of black, and then a not so quick cutting, measuring, gluing of the webbing and then an even more tedious of the re-screwing and I was finally ready.  (don't anyone worry that while I was busily creating, 5 children were destroying my house to the point it looked like a bomb had exploded.  No matter....they had the time of their lives being pirates, fighting "the bad guys" and running amok.  No children were harmed in the neglect of my project).

AFTER:

And that's all she wrote for this week.  I'll try to have something better for next week.

Meantime...I went and saw Body World tonight.  That was pretty cool.  And Maggie literally just started barking like a seal (coughing) from the bedroom OUT.OF.NOWHERE!  As in, hasn't coughed AT ALL in at least 2 weeks.  Didn't cought once today.  Then BOOM, 11:00 p.m. and the coughing extravaganza starts?  Not cool.  NOT COOL AT ALL!  She's gonna be out here soon, I can feel it.

Also, Jere is not in rehearsals for a show he's in at ASU.  EVERY NIGHT until 11:00.  LAME!

Peace out,

Allyson

A Burritos demise....

So yesterday, while I was teaching a lesson, and Jer was in the bedroom working on some homework, the kids were left to fend for themselves.  This was actually after about eleventy bajillion interuptions to my poor lesson.  Maggie likes to do the warmups along with the students.  Then, sometimes she just likes to sit and stare at them.  Other times, she has a million things that she NEEEEDS to talk to me about.  Max is just, well max.  So, after shooing them off at least ten bajillion times they were gone.  And I ridiculously thought they were just in their bedroom destroying it.

NOPE!

What Jere walked in on was a scene right out of a horror movie (and by horror movie, I mean, Moms worst nightmare).  There was Maggie shoving HAND TOWELLS down the TOILET!  Yeah.  Mmm hmmm.  TOWELLS DOWN THE TOILET.  And while shoving said towells....flushing.  And the both of them laughing and giggling and ahving the time of their lives.  Very much to his credit, he didn't kill them on the spot.  Instead he sent them to their room and went and took 10 deep breaths.  The best part was, when he walked in, and Maggie was holding the towell, she immediately pointed to Max and said "MAX did it."  Silly girl.  She also confessed to flushing a play fork and her baby bottle (for doll) down the toilet as well.

Super AWESOME!

After I was done teaching Jere gave me the rundown.  So now I had to have a sit down with the offenders.  And give them the whatfor.  First there was the scold, then the questioning, then I made them clean up the whole house, then the threats.  I told Maggie that IF we had to call a plumber, due to foreign objects clogging the toity then I would take all the money from her piggy bank to pay for it.  MEANEST Mom EVER!  She was beside herself at the thought of this.  But still was throwing off some "i don't care vibe."  So, I took 5 bucks out of her piggy bank right then and handed it to her Dad.  She truly came unglued.  Giant crocodile tears pouring down her face, telling me how wrong and unfair this was.  Then, when he left with the money, she asked if she never flushed again if she could earn the money back.

NOPE!

Right, so that whole thing was a lead up to tonight.  I mean really, you'd THINK that a lesson was learned.  We made them SWEAR to never flush anything down the toilet again.  We talked about why and how it was bad.  We punished...I thought we'd covered our bases.

Apparently not.

I had been gone most of the day, and when I was finally coming home I just grabbed a couple of burritos from Taco Bell for their dinner.  I know, Mother of the year right here people.  Mother.OF.THE.YEAR!

I handed them their burritos and shockingly...they weren't all that thrilled.  To be fair, they were totally distracted by Brooklyn and her silly antics.  Anywhodle, they'd take a bite here or there, and then go play, and then come back.

At some point Maggie came in and said..."Max said he put my burrito in the potty?"  I said  "No he didn't."(while quickly checking to make sure her burrito was still there....it was).  But then I looked closer at the table and HIS was missing.  I hadn't notice him walk off with it.  And then my mind started clickity clicking.

"Ummmm Max...where is YOUR burrito?"

"I flushed it down the potty?"

"You WHAT?  Did you REALLY flush your BURRITO down the potty?"

Smiling at me oh so cutely  "MM Hmm, I did."

I went and checked the bathroom.

YEP....water up to the rim of the bowl.  Clearly something not meant to be there was there.

Seriously?

My kid flushed his BURRITO down the toilet.

Clearly I need to work on my scare the crap out of them so they don't repeat the offense skills.  'Cause he thought it was a GREAT idea.

I did NOT!

On the upside....I plunged and all is in working order.  Well, for now anyway.  I have a feeling we'll end up suffering for that baby bottle and fork later.

It's a goooood thing I love that kid too much.

Burrito torpedos,

Allyson

TRASH TO TREASURE TUESDAY

Well, it's official.  I've become obsess-ed with buying/finding trash and re-creating it.  I might say it's a bit of a problem, as we have NOWHERE to put anything extra, and yet, it's stacking up all around me.  The thrill of the hunt is just so much fun.  And now, I have this grand idea to sell my "treasures."

Thus is "Trash to Treasure Tuesday" born.  I'm gonna show you one of my projects each week, until I run out.  Which frankly, could totally happen sooner than later.

This first piece is truly trash.  As in, my Mumsy was out for a spin in her neighborhood and saw this chair on the side of the road with a "free" sign attached.  She hightailed her heiny home and gave me a jingle-lingle.  She asked if I'd be interested in a free chair.  And since I'm, you know....on a new kick, I said "heck to the yes."  She then zipped back around the block, threw the chair in her car and brought it home.

Later that day I stopped by to pick up the "piece."  Whilst it is VERY sturdy and actually quite awesome, it was also at least 100 degrees of disgusting.  When I vacuumed up the seat later, you can imagine the dry heaving and near vomiting that was happening at the shear volume of pet hair that was stuck to my vacuum brush.  GAG.  I'm sort of heaving right now at the memory.  And there was a faint stank on it too.  Not to mention water stains, numerous spider colonies, etc.  It was guh-ross.  BUT, I saw her potential.

At first, I thought I'd do it in turquoise, as that is allllllll the rage these days.  But, when I went to buy paint, a little furniture voice in my head said  "no kimosabe, this chair shall be red."  I could even see the fabric I wanted to cover it with (which tragically was NOWHERE to be found, but whatevs).  So, red it was.  I started painting it in overcast weather, and that my friends makes for MUCH longer drying times.  As in FOREVER!  So, over the course of 3 days I painted, re-painted and upholstered the chair.

Not gonna lie, I'm pretty pleased with the transformation.

BEFORE:

I wish I didn't suck so bad at taking good pictures.  But you get the idea.

AFTER:

ZING!  and a POW!

And for a grand total of $10.00.

THAT'S a bargain!

So.......there it is.  My first literal piece of trash, turned to treasure.  Now I'm gonna sell her.  Not sure how much to price her for.  And Jere wishes we could have chairs just like this in our kitchen.  Which means.....I'm gonna re-paint our kitchen table and chairs and buy more of this fabric and make chair cushions.  WHO AM I?

Now, because I'm me, and one is NEVER good enough.  I AM gonna show you one minor little project I worked on this week.

I've had this jewelry box since about the dawn of time.  And if you don't believe that, well then, I've had it since I was at least 14.  It has studiously and loyally stood on the edge of my dresser for 24 years.  I'm not kidding either.  The whole time it lived in my bedroom at the parentals it sat on the right side of the dresser, nearest my makeup/hair area.  Once we moved into our own place, it has lived on the left side of the dresser.  Such a good little box.

BUT, with the room re-do, there is no room for anything the ugly color of wood. Besides, do you have ANY idea how freaking expensive a jewelry box is?  SHEESH!  Anyway, as it stared me down day after day, i knew I MUST do something about it.  But what?  It only took me THREE trys, but I finally got it right.

First I painted it super white and distressed it.  HATED IT!

Then I repainted it super white and free handed some vines/flowers.  TOTES AWFUL looking.

FINALLY....I repainted it in Heirloom white to match the dresser it now sits on and then I found some great scrapbook paper and exactoed the crap out of it and then modge podged it on.  I'm pretty happy with how it turned out.  Now it looks like it belongs in the room.

BEFORE:

Please no judging for the years of neglect, and hairspray buildup. EWWW!

AFTER:

 

Until next time my friends........

Trashily yours,

Allyson

The little chair that could....

Oh my friends, my friends.  Today was FUN!  It was busy and tiring, and I had no time to eat (this is a bad thing?) but SO worth it.

My crafty BFF Kalli and I decided that today was the day we were gonna re-do our chairs.  She has like 3 chairs and 20 tables to repaint.  That's cause she's out to make a buck.  I just had my one lil ol' chair to do, but she did NOT disappoint.

After meeting up at Home Depot and procuring the needed materials we headed to her house to get our paint on.  You guys, I have FINALLY met someone with less patience than me.  It's amazing!  She couldn't wait a full 10 minutes before she started painting.  It was awesome!  I knew I loved her.

While the kids played, complained, made messes, watched a movie and played, we primed, painted and re-upholstered.  GOOD TIMES!

Just wanted you to believe the mess part.

Meet Gavin, Kallis little man.

So, first I'm gonna show you Kalis chair, cause it's adorable.  AND, she's terrible about taking before and afters, so I did it for her.  AND, she got this chair for FOUR DOLLARS.

What is not to love here? And it was sooo easy.

Spray paint and a little staple gun.

The hardest part was taking off the old upholstery.  YIKES!

Introducing....KALLI!

(don't hate me girl for posting this)

She's adding these cute ruffles she's making to her thriftstore lampshade.

LOVE!

Anywho............

Remember this guy?

He's so cute. 

And as I took him apart, even cooler.

Pretty sure I have a real antique here.

the upholstery was done all in nails, and there was part of an old label on it.  And I just fell more in love with it as I worked on it.

 

Taken apart........primed.

Aaaaaaaaand here SHE is.

I say this though....pictures just DO NOT show this right.  You can't really see the color.  I painted it the same color as my nightstand and mirror.  And the glazing/distressing turned out sooooo great.  Not that you can really see it.  So, seriously, just come to my house, I'll gladly show you everything in person.

I LOVE my fabric.  I found it for $2.99 a yard in a big bin at SAS.  It was a remnant piece and it turned out perfectly.

In fact, kalli used it on her chair too.

Final price:

$15.00

Chair - 3.99

Material - 2.99

Batting - 4.00

Spray primer - 3.97

Funny story:

All was done and I went to screw the seat back on.  Unfortunately, the new batting and thick material made it much thicker than the original paper thin leather.  So, the screws couldn't reach and grab.  So, Kalli suggested we just hot glue the seat down.  I busted out laughing and said "Of COURSE you'd say that."  She laughed and said "i'm sort of serious."  Which made me laugh more.  Then, we hot glued the seat down.

We rule!

And the chair is SOLID!

So, I have a little trunk to re-work.  Looking for another lamp, and something for over the window.  Plus, I've decided to paint the closet knobs in the same black/metallic paint I did the dresser pulls in.

It's all coming together.

Craftily yours,

Allyson

"Transitions" terrify me....

Ok people....check it.  It is TIME we talk about something that just NEEDS to be talked about.

Way, way back, many centuries (or at least decades) ago, when I was in first or second grade, one of my chasing suitors was John D.  John troubled me because he wore these glasses.  These really creepy glasses that turned dark when he went outside.  EWWW!  I've never been able to shake that image from my mind.  I often wonder if Johns whole life was "ruined" by the stigma that these glasses gave him.

Yes my friends...I am talkin about Transition Lenses.

all photos compliments of google images

WHAT are they?  More importantly WHY are they?  I HATE them!  I despise and detest them.  Am I alone here?  Who's with me?

Nothing says creepy, or nerd quite like it. 

And really....does and ENTIRE family need to be dragged down in the tragedy?

One time, Jere went and got new glasses, without me, without my consult.  Tra la la, he comes home and WHAT does he have?  Freakin, make me wanna run and scream, post a sign over your head that you're a Chester (SIDEBAR:  Don't ever name your child Chester, that's just downright rude. Bad name, PLUS, it holds some serious creep factor.  Just sayin.  And sidebar over.), TRANSITION LENSES!  Hideous!!!!!  Not cool my love, NOT COOL.  Pictures were just so annoying....'cause OOPSY, your glasses are dark.

I get it, clever....no extra pair of sunglasses, all in one.  Great idea, but the execution just does NOT work.

I felt the time had come to discuss this because I just KEEP on seeing commercials for these awful glasses.  They try and make them seem so cool, and hip.  They try and use pretty ladies to make it all seem ok. 'Tis NOT ok.  NEVER GONNA BE OK.

Whatever....you may be cute, model girl, but your glasses are NOT.

Ok, I feel better having that off my chest.   Now, tell me what you think?  Am I a freakshow?  Do you love them?  Hate them?

Sunshine and creepy eyes,

Allyson