Things That Make Me Feel Not Too Chevy

There’s something my dad likes to say when you ask him how he’s doing and that’s “Ohhhh, not too chevy,” translated without a heavy Mexican accent, “ohhhh not too shabby.” Meaning he’s feeling pretty…pretty…pretty…good. And it’s usually because he’s just gotten to take a nice long nap in the passenger seat while my mom chauffeurs him around. Feeling in a "not too chevy" mood myself I thought about sharing some of the things that make me feel this type of way.

Cats with squishy faces! Heck yes…these kinds of cats make my insides feel squishy too, but in the best way possible. My cat Lupe, who’s named after one of my mom’s friends because her face is really squishy too, is the best squishy-faced cat ever! Just don’t mess with her feet because she’ll rip your face off.

Lupe tearing a ribbon apart because it looked at her funny

Gremlins…most people agree that gremlins are freaking awesome. But not the mean green ones, well, maybe stripe, he was pretty bad ass, but none of the other ones. I’m mostly talking about Gizmo and the other normal looking gremlins before they turn into Snow White-watching-beer-guzzling-flash-dancing-cold-hearted mo fo’s. My affection for Gizmo reflects in my cat. I think she might be related to Stripe.

Suspenders! Hot diggity I love suspenders and yet I don’t nearly wear them enough. Just take a look at Nicole Richie’s Chanel suspenders…HOT HOT HOT! I love incorporating items like these into my wardrobe because they are a great statement piece. They are so funsies!

Get it girl!

Baby George! I’m not sure why I’ve become obsessed with this royal baby but every time I see pictures of him I want to squeal in delight. Based off his pictures I can tell he’s got a lot of moxie. He doesn’t take anyone’s shit and I respect that.

He's like, "Hey Jeeves can you get me some ketchup to go with this hair?"

Breakfast!!! For crying out loud this meal is the best thing ever invented. I love it all…omelets, pancakes, French toast, oatmeal, breakfast tacos, frittatas, etc. If I’m having a particularly shitty day or on the contrary, a glorious day, my husband knows to get me to a breakfast spot stat. It’s my favorite way to sulk and celebrate.

Stuffed French toast! The only good thing the French have done for us.

This was taken around Halloween time a few years back at a Saw maze that was built inside an old theater. Had I known what I know now, I would’ve worn like 2 Depends that night. Seriously I almost shit myself. I was that scared. But it was fun too…just look at mine and my sister’s face.

Me frightened? No way, I just found out I won the sweepstakes.

I hope you enjoyed this little collection of mine. Next time you’re feeling less than "not too chevy," take a gander at this handy little list, and by George if you don’t feel tingly all over then you’re probably dead inside.