12/12: let's get it started

I hope you have that 'Let's Get it Started' (HEY!) song in your head now. Ha.

It's BIRTHDAY DAY! And it's barely started, but so far, so good!

In my little circle of close co-workers, we all plan little celebrations for each other's birthdays. Yesterday they informed me that today I should wear something 'fancy and borderline work-inappropriate.' They suggested sequins, uncomfortably high heels, and fancy hair (what, they don't like my ponytails?). Um...HOLLA. Those words speak to my heart. I always complain about never having opportunities to dress up fancy. Look at them...creating one!! They obviously know me well. Unfortunately, it's like 30 degrees today...my 'fancy' wardrobe is limited to start with, but being freezing cold definitely gave me an extra challenge to deal with. 

So my day started with a longer-than-usual amount of time spent beautifying myself. Now that I'm 31...sheesh. It takes extra work to look fabulous, I guess.

I pulled out all of my lovely eye shadow pallets for inspiration. And then I tried to take a picture of my finished eyes. And that's really hard to do, actually. If I open my eyes up wide (so that I don't look drugged/weird), you can't really see my eyelids and you miss the point. If I close my eyes...well, those just look awful, plus the picture is all wonky cause I'm not actually LOOKING. Anyway. This was my best attempt at capturing today's artwork. Trust me, it's great. I used no less than 29 products per eyelid. 

While I primped, Matt cooked. He has the day off (lucky punkface), so he fixed my favorite weekend breakfast, blimmies. I know I mentioned blimmies the other day and some of you said you were going to Google it to see what I was talking about. Here's the thing: I don't think Google knows what I'm talking about. Blimmies (the ones we eat) are an old family thing from my dad's parents' German (or Russian? something like that) neighbors. I'll tell you all about them later, but the stuff I saw on Google didn't seem much like what we eat. Here's a visual of today's breakfast:

They're a lot like crepes. And the traditional (in my family, anyway) dipping sauce is CORN SYRUP. Not even lying. Not maple syrup. CORN SYRUP. It's so awesome because it makes me a total hypocrite. Most of the time I'm reading labels, judging and eschewing products made with corn syrup. And then I eat blimmies and I'm like PASS THE CORN SYRUP SO I CAN EAT IT STRAIGHT-UP! It's amazing.

Then I came to work and now we're all up to date. I have yet to go upstairs and see my Fancy Coworkers (or get any pictures of my complete outfit/fanciness), so now I'm off to do that. Oh, and also, like...work. Right. Goodbye!!

PS. Can we all just take a moment and remember how much cooler it was last year when my birthday was on 12/12/12? Sigh.