Me Made May, roudup

So I'm like a whole freaking week late on posting the final Me Made May roundup.  Well . . . I was in Kentucky on work, and I won't apologize for having a beer after work and usually being too tired to stay up past 10:30.  Yes, lame.  Yes, true.  Yes, there were an hour of student and work emails too . . . nearly every night.

But, for your viewing pleasure:

Wednesday, a day of browns.

An Amy Butler Barcelona, my new boat shows, a now toooo large cardi, and my insomnia bag (AKA Multi Tasker Tote from Anna Maria Horner).

Of course,  I was still in NYC here . . . It was chilly, hence the cardi.  Guess where the cardi is now? In the growing Goodwill bin.

Thursday . . . the day to finish packing what wasn't done the day before, remember the tablet and Advil (the sunscreen for kids who go to summer camp for nerds), and try to sleep.

{There's no photo as my phone shit the bed a day or so later, and . . . this one isn't on my Google+ backup (meaning I bet I took it directly in Instagram, and . . . ), so if you really want to see it click on the Instagram link to your right and lurk away.  It's the shitty tan skirt and pink scarf one, with a hint of the Lupus Bitch showing on my face and arms.}

Here's my Sorbetto and an old cargo skirt that has bleach stains on it.  Let's not go there.  It is what it is.  My Stella and Dot Scarf.  Of course, this was the last one Mr. Fairytale had to take as I was GONE the next morning.  Irony, that the photo isn't here.

Off I went:

So southbound I went, to the land of tobacco and old college and high school friends, for my now yearly trek to score AP US History exams.  It really is summer camp for nerds, as we score and score and score.  I scored nearly 2600 in seven days, and my eye balls still hurt.  I hear that's more than average.  Yup.  I'm cool like that.  Though, while I heart my AP peeps and KY peeps, I will be recovering from conference hall food for several more days.  If I could eat bacon I would be eating a plate of bacon and a side of ex lax right now.  What, too much?  We have two eat out nights, and I must say . . . we relish those.  There's good food in L-ville.  Our conference meal plan . . . not even close.  

Now I bet you just want me to shut up and give you the last photo.

The Sorbetto I made from a skirt, my Porn Shorts, and the insomnia bag . . .

My buddy Micah snagged this one for me, a few hours after I landed.  We promptly checked in and then went to catch up over beers.  Then . . . then we went to work for 8.5 hours a day for the next seven days.  In the midst of all of that we did catch a minor league game (the Louisville Bats were in town), caught up with friends, and I drug my friend Sandra out to the Big Four Bridge to rent a bike and ride around on the last afternoon (as we did get done a couple of hours early).  Oh, we slumped across the bridge one night to Indiana, in a yearly tradition of semi-physical prowess and semi-self protection to make the food move or something.  

And from around Louisville, in case you were wondering: 

From Indiana, looking at L-ville. 

And yes, as my Momma said, I wear those shorts a lot.  I think she's afraid I have a new woobie, at my age.  Yea.  I bought the fabric for another pair.  Come hell or high water I have a shirt and those shorts to make this week.  I wore them on the plane, washed them there, wore them on the bike, washed them, and wore them on Sunday here at home.  I like my shorts.  That whole get up is me made, even the scarf.  Yup.  Post May and I'm still in me made.  Imagine that.  Ha!

From Big Four. 

The elevator had a great view.  Does every year.  

Always horses . . . always.   

From Bats Stadium, this was also the night that my new phone came in (I grabbed and upgraded to an iPhone).  So . . . life was VERY good. 

 

Twas a good night.  

Home from above.  

On that note . . . I have insomnia tonight, and if I don't fall asleep soon I'll be cutting out my Wiksten tank tonight.  Of course, you have more knowledge than you need on other things . . .