The Good Kind of Dorky


Thursday, December 28, 2006

A Photo Essay on Cold

I took a few pictures in my (my parents') yard this afternoon. I was debating whether to continue my two-three part special, but decided I would bring you this instead. Tomorrow I fly back to Richmond where I will try to get back in the habit of blogging more frequently. I am happy to be on vacation until Tuesday. Joaquin's (Edgar's nephew) baptism is Saturday so I have to get ready for that. We still have to make plans for New Year's Eve too. Until then, here is A Photo Essay on Cold. I admit, my title may be slightly hyperbolic, as it was in the high 30s and actually quite refreshing and not very cold at all for Central New York, but now that it is night, it does feel pretty crisp. Let's face it, the South has thinned my blood and I am not the strong Yankee that I used to be.

See, even the tree is cold.

Monday, December 25, 2006

Brief Update and Christmas Wishes

I am at home in Upstate New York with my family. I flew in Saturday evening with no problems, only a very minor delay in Detroit. It only put me half an hour late so it was not bad at all. And my luggage was not lost--woo hoo! I have been spending quality time with the fam ever since I got here. I will be back with part two of my "Letter from Claude" special before you know it. I will also make sure to stop by all of your blogs to say hi as soon as I can. For right now though, I am just enjoying time with my family and friends. I'll be in New York until Friday. So there is your brief update. Here are your Christmas wishes...


I hope today and every day is better than what you ever hoped for.

was Santa good to you?

Thursday, December 21, 2006

A Two or Three Part Special

Occasionally, I used to stuff old pictures and letters in my dresser drawer. When I moved to Virginia just over two years ago, I brought my dresser with me, letters, pictures and all. Well I've since bought a new dresser as part of our bedroom set, but I still have my old dresser. Well, I was looking through it tonight and found a letter that I received in the 10th grade. Let me give you some background. When I began at private school in the 8th grade they had an orientation for new students. One of the new students was a boy named Claude. Claude loved me. Love at first sight. I did not love Claude. I am channeling Frema when I say that my teenage self is very creeped out at the thought of him. Claude was not cool, but he meant well and he was a sweet kid. Sort of. Even today I cringe just a little as I revert back to my 16 year old self. In the 10th grade we did Secret Santas within our entire grade, which was about 60 people because like I said, it was a private school. Of all the people who could have drawn my name, Claude drew mine. The first day I got something normal like candy. The second day I got an angel with a cheesy note about how I am an angel. The third day (at this point my friends had clued me into the fact that Claude in fact was my secret admirer) I received a tin box with an angel on it. I opened it up and there was a note that said, underneath the candy there is a face as radiant as your own. Underneath the candy was a mirror. I still have this box at home in New York. On the final day he was going to ask me out as the final gift. I'm glad it didn't get that far because omigod, I don't know what I would have done. Some of my friends let Claude know that I was not interested. Claude, upon coming to the realization that I was just not that into him, wrote me a two page letter--front and back. On three hole punch lined school paper. Classic.

Reading this letter today, part of me thinks, "Bless his lil' heart." What a sweet boy and I broke his heart. But he also kind of makes me sound like a bitch in this letter. Let me inform you that I was not a bitch in high school. I did not like the petty, bitchy girls. Since it was a small school it wasn't too cliquey, but there was still pettiness. That said, i'm sure I was petty at times, but weren't we all? In high school I was popular not because I was in the "popular group," but because I was friends with everyone--dorks, geeks, punks, preps--everyone. I was nice to people because I think everyone deserves respect and kindness. At some point though, if you are not interested in dating a Claude, you must say no. Or at least have your friends tell him no. Friends don't let friends date Claudes.

In this Two or Three Part Special (beacuase I am tired and can't type it all in one night and also because I don't know how many nights it will take) I am going to share with you this quintessential high school letter--wrought with emotion, anger, lust, love, but most of all passion. Maybe you can relate. [I will bracket my 25 year old self's comments]

Dear Lindsey,

I just wanted to let you know that I am officially giving up. [Okay, so why the two page letter? Just stop now.] I will try not to flirt with you or do anything else like that anymore. You have made it clear that you're not interested in me, and I have been insulted enough by other people because of what I've done to try to get you to like me. But, there is one last thing , and this is for me more than anything else, just something I need to say. I just needed to tell you flat out some things that you may or may not want to know, but if I tried to tell you in person I know it wouldn't come out right, so please read this whole letter. I expect that you will share this letter with your many friends, and I assume that I will be badly teased if you do, but I hope that you're as wonderful as I always thought you were and you don't spread this around school, not because I would be ashamed of anything I will say, but because certain people aren't mature enough to handle how they feel, and they won't know how to act. [FYI, I don't think I spread it around...see, I am a good person, well up until now when I am sharing it with all of you.]

First of all, this will sounds stupid, but here goes; I don't know if you believe in love at first sight, or even an attraction, but I do, and I am a hopeless romantic. I have liked you since I first saw you at the orientation meeting in the summer of 1995 for new students at MPH. You have the perfect, most beautiful name I have ever heard, and in fact, my last girlfriend from Central Square [town in Upstate NY] was named Lindsay (with an A). I have always been attracted to girls with that name. [You had me at Lindsey] You always look so great, no matter what you are wearing, and you have eyes that I could get lost in if I didn't control myself whenever I'm around you. [Are you laughing? Crying? Throwing up just a little bit in your mouth?] The only part of anything that happened that I was upset by was that not many people that I knew were really attracted to you at first, but whenever I answered someone's question of, "Who do you like at MPH?", I always said "Lindsey R__." At first, someone, who I won't name, said that they thought you had a nice personality, but didn't look pretty (I of course disagreed), and he wouldn't think of going out with you, and now he says that you're beautiful, while all along I thought you were the number one first pick at MPH.

[The suspense is building. What else does Claude have to say?]

I am watching football right now and they said "His hands are just absolutely huge." Teeheehee That was my 16 year old self talking or I am just not very mature. You decide.

[Stay tuned until next time as the saga continues...]

Monday, December 18, 2006

Miss Midlothian, Virginia

I do not check my site summary tracker do-hicky very often at all, but yesterday I decided to check it out. There is someone who lives in Midlothian, Virginia who visits my site an awful lot. Sometimes for a long time sometimes not. Who do I know in Midlothian? I couldn't figure it out. Maybe it is just someone from the RVA (Richmond, VA) listing who found me and happens to live in Midlothian. Mind you, Midlothian is not that far from me, maybe a half hour. All of these thoughts started racing through my head like a Lifetime movie in warp speed. What if someone is stalking me? What if I've said too much about where I work, even though I don't think I've said much at all? They know I go to the gym...what if somehow they found out what gym I go to? What if they saw me at the gym since I do put pictures of myself on this blog? And now they are planning to drive from Midlothian at 6:00 a.m. to wait in the dark parking lot until I get there. Or maybe they will wait outside my house until I am walking to the car in the wee hours of the morning (yes, I am still talking about 6:00 a.m.) and then they will attack. I practically ran to my car this morning and immediately locked once I was in. Yes, this morning I was looking over my shoulder every step I took.

In an effort to stop my psycho stalker in his/her tracks I contemplated posting an open letter to Mr./Mrs./Miss Midlothian. Before I took action I decided to run it by my co-workers/friends Lauren and Sarah. It was then that Sarah reminded me (or informed me for the first time, you decide) that the location on the tracker was based on where the internet service provider is located and that Midlothian, Virginia may in fact actually be me. Huh...interesting. Lauren checked her blog and noticed that Miss Midlothian connects to her blog through my website. Oh. I connect to my friends' blogs through my site. Yes, yes I do. Umm...

I think I need to dye my hair back to blonde. It was more fitting.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Per Jenny's Request or Follow-Up to the Vest Post

So I don't exactly look like Cameron, but I think the effort is there, right? Right?! When I wear the vest to work I wear a button down shirt under it, but since it's the weekend, I figured I'd give ya'll the more casual look.

A lot of my well-endowed sisters wrote in saying that they could not pull of this look due to their larger chest size, so I tried to find an alternative to this look that would be trendy and sexy for these women.

What do you think of this look?

To be honest, I don't think I am a big fan of this next one, but at least it has better coverage.

I have mixed feelings about this next one, but it could work.

Anyway, love your big boobs because you have got something wonderful that women like me can only dream of. And lucky me, my boyfriend just so happens to be a boob man.

Saturday, December 16, 2006

An Elfin Good Time

Seriously, you have the check this out. It's me, having an elfin good time...

So how is everyone's weekend going? At my gym they were doing a "12 Days of Fitness" challenge. Basically they give you a list of activities and if you complete 12 of them by December 19 then you get a t-shirt and entry into a drawing for cool prizes. Well today I completed the challenge. Yay! I am so proud that I actually did it and enjoyed it. One of the activities I did today was shooting 25 hoops (basketball, duh). I made Edgar come along with me. We had so much fun playing basketball that we were probably on the court for at least half an hour. I even beat him at a game of PIG. Another activity was to have a personal trainer pinch your fat with a metal fat pincher to determine your body fat percentage, and yes, fat pincher is the technical term thankyouverymuch. Well, most people would not like having their body fat calculated, but I actually really like it because it is a much better measure of health than a scale is, i.e. one can look thin and not weigh a lot, but have a high percentage of body fat. The last time I had my fat pinched was back in June. Well Merry Christmas to me--I went from 21 or so down to 19.5, I think he said. I am soooo happy! If I can get down to 18% I will be in the incredibly awesome category. Again, these are all technical terms people! I have lost a couple pounds in the past couple of weeks due to stress so it may have played a small part, but don't worry, I made a nice batch of cookies and I could probably throw up right about now. Not because I have a problem, because I am just that full. Anyway, it made all of those hours at the gym totally worth it. Let's face it, it gives me a little "breathing room" so I can pig out during the holidays. Sweet.

On another note, the personal trainer was really nice. I see him sometimes and say hi when I am working out in the morning. He seems way better than the trainer that I saw once before who made me so sore I was shaking and practically crying. I'm not kidding, I was in more pain from working out than I have ever been in and I've been pretty sore before. It was unhealthy sore. I will not pay money for that. Even Patrick, my potential new trainer mentioned that he didn't agree with what the other trainer did to me. Now I am considering paying Patrick my sweet earnings to gently kick my ass. Edgar and I might even do group, or what I like to call couples, training with me. Something to think about for the new year.

So now I am just waiting for my challenge completion t-shirt of awesomeness for only those worthy of its greatness. And maybe I'll win a prize too, fingers crossed.

Friday, December 15, 2006

A Plethora of Christmas Pictures

Boring post o' pictures to function as an update, here we come.

Our beautiful tree topper star of sparkling joy!

It is like dealing with toddlers trying to get these mutts to pose.

It took me two nights to decorate my tree. That was not because of its size, but rather the level of exhaustion I was experiencing. Here it is, complete, in all of its glory.

During the first night of decorating, things with Zoey and her daddy got a little out of hand.

On the second night of decorating Zoey was fresh from the Petite Pet Day Spa where she was groomed to look like a real poodle and not a little wolf girl. She is not the most photogenic dog, I'm not gonna lie.

My attempt to make Bugs look like Rudolph. Yeah, not so much.

Actually this is how Bugs feels about reindeer. Yummy.

So this has been my Christmas so far. Right now I am working on Christmas cards so I can get them out soon, since Christmas is not far away!
Hope you all had a nice day.

Thursday, December 14, 2006

If NaBloPoMo was December, I'd be Failing Miserably

I have been doing my best to try to read your blogs, my friends. I've been a crazy person for the past couple of weeks. Tuesday night was our donor recognition dinner to honor donors who give $1,000 or more annually to "my" non-profit organization. Our trustees and board members and all the other VIPs also attend. The dinner ended up going so well and it was fun. I am a natural schmoozer, always have been, but not in the fake way. I think I have found the profession for least for the time being, but I digress. For the past two weeks I had been working late, having major anxieties about the dinner, all while trying to get ready for Christmas. Yesterday was the first day I could actually breathe, but even last night was busy. We went to dinner, then to Barnes and Noble because Edgar wanted to look at a book and then to KMart to pick up some Martha Stewart decorations. I bought a card to send to my second place winner Aimee, but the damn lady didn't put the card in the bag, so I am going back today to complain and get a new card. When we got home I tried to clean my neglected home for a little bit and the Edgar and I (okay Edgar watched me) put up lights and ornaments on the 6' imitation tree I got on sale at Target over the weekend. Since I won't be spending Christmas here and he will be over at his mom's house, we didn't want to go overboard and get a real tree, but we wanted something since we are going to have "our" Christmas Friday, the 22nd--the day before I leave for New York. Our tree is almost complete and it is beautiful. I'll post pictures. I know I still owe Jenny a picture of me with my vest outfit doing my best Jennifer Morrison impersonation. Hot. I'll get on that.

This post is all over the place as a representation of the chaos in my head. I just want to say "hi" and I proooomise that I will post something good soon enough. Thanks for hanging around!

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Fashion Time

When I get the pictures I am going to tell you all about helping Lauren move into her new apartment and how there was a gas leak and how the fire department came. But until I have the pictures of the hot firemen to prove it, I am going to take some time telling you about another fashion love of mine. In doing so I will also talk about my latest girl crush. Are you ready?

I love vests! The fitted, cute ones for women, as seen below on Jennifer Morrison, who plays Dr. Cameron on House. I love Jennifer Morrison. She is so cool and beautiful. iwanttobeher. (I love Hugh Laurie too!!)

I have a vest similar to the one Jennifer is wearing and matching pants to go with it. It was a steal at H&M. H&M is a great place to go if you want to try out a trend, but not pay an arm and a leg for it. Anyway, I just think this look is so cute and can be dressed up or down. But the vest definitely has to be fitted and worn with a more fitted shirt underneath. I just wear a white fitted button down shirt with mine. So, what do you think? Would you rock this look?

In other news, I dyed my hair darker over the weekend. Pictures will be forthcoming. How have you been spending your weekend??

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

The Announcement You've All Been Waiting For

After great deliberation I have the winner of the "Make Me Laugh" contest.

The winner is

drum roll please...


Jenny!!! (with the assist from Aimee) Jenny's stealing of someone else's joke was tricky, but the real skill came with her use of the word "crap." It actually made me laugh two times over. Thank you, Jenny, for making me laugh. But to be fair (nothing about this contest is fair, it is all based on what I want. Hey, it's my contest) I am also going to award Aimee with a prize too because of her "assist" and because she admitted she really wants me to stalk her. I read between the lines. So ladies, send me your address at (I really need to link this on my site...I'll get on that at some point) and tell me if you want a Christmas card, Kwanza card--whatever you'd like just tell me and I'll do it. THANK YOU ALL FOR ENTERING THE CONTEST. You all make me laugh, just not as hard as Jenny did. There will be more contests in the coming year. Promise. :-)

Monday, December 04, 2006

Six Weird Things About Me

Well, the newly Mrs. Janet tagged me, so I guess I have to do it. I will try to think of six weird things about me, but it is hard to think of them under all of this pressure. Let's see...

1. I twirl my hair all of the time. On the right side only. I also really like when Edgar scratches my head, but in a certain spot. It is so relaxing.
2. I have to crack specfic bones before I go to sleep at night.
3. I have turned around and driven back home because I didn't have lotion/lipgloss with me. When I couldn't bring lotion on a plane I was freaking out about what I was going to to and seriously considered seeing if I could get a doctor's note. Then I discovered sticks of cocoa butter. I know, freak, right.
4. I have a specific voice for all of my dogs, dead or alive. And I have conversations with them, the alive ones of course. And these conversations will go on and on until I realize that I am essentially just talking to myself. My dogs also have really, really weird names. Not their actual names, but the names that develop over time. For example, one of Bugs' names is Sheegiemoe.
5. I sucked my thumb until I was 12.
6. I like playing dress up sometimes and looking at myself in the mirror, while listening to music, singing and dancing. Yes, I still do that.
7. (I'm giving you more weird so don't say I never did anything for you) I have to touch everything if I'm in a clothing store. I can't just look at a pretty fabric without touching it. I'm very tactile.
8. I have to have the blankets tucked in and neat or else I freak out and can't go to sleep.
9. If I have to pee even the slightest while I'm in bed, I can't fall asleep until I get up and go.
10. When I go somewhere I worry about whether there will be a bathroom because I always have to pee!

Ok, wow, I sound really neurotic and OCD and anal retentive. That is probably because I am. I'm practically certifiably psycho. Wow, maybe this was more than you wanted to know. Hey, you asked for it.

Sunday, December 03, 2006

Everyone Needs a Lindsey

Last night Edgar and I went to Charlottesville, along with V* (Edgar's brother), J*, their baby and Edgar's Mom. We went to visit Edgar's sister, K*, who is at UVa law. For the first time, we all met her new boyfriend. I don't actually know if he is officially her boyfriend, you know how those things go. The best part about this guy is his name. He and I have the same name, although his is spelled Lindsay. He is this preppy, well dressed, dorky, down to earth, white boy with a private school past. He is probably a little dorkier than me (the guy did go to Dartmouth), but other than that he is the man version of me. He is a journalist which is pretty cool and the best part of his job, he says, is meeting new people. See! We are the same! Okay, I'm not a journalist, but I like people! Anyway, this kid is dorky cute. But isn't it ironic that Edgar and his sister are both with a Lindsey/Lindsay? It makes for a little confusion, I learned, because when someone says Lindsey, I turn and look. I am excited for K* because this guy seems really sweet. I hope they stay together because then at family get-togethers we can bond over our preppiness and inability to dance...unless this kid can dance. Then I am in trouble.

Don't fret, there is still time to win a Christmas card from me, just enter the contest below!

Friday, December 01, 2006

December Kicks Off with a Contest

It seems like these days, there are blog contests going on left and right. Well I've decided that every now and then I am going to do the same because I am a sheep, bah, just following the herd. I can assure you that the prizes will generally be lame and insignificant, but you won't be able to resist trying to win them anyway. For example, the following contest winner will receive a real Christmas card, in the mail, from yours truly. If you do not celebrate Christmas, I will send you a card for the holiday of your choosing. I wouldn't want anyone to be left out. We are inclusive here at The Good Kind of Dorky.

Ok, so here is the contest...

By the way, who I choose as winner is highly subjective (aka, there is no vote, I choose)