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Friday, November 30, 2007

Freaking Finally

NABLOPOMO is officially over and I did it!!!! Did you make it? Are you glad you did it? Are you going into hibernation now? I made a couple of new friends this month and got to be closer to a couple of the lovely ladies I already knew, so if I had to do it again, I would do it just for that alone! Thanks for a month o' fun times! Let's keep up the blogging, ladies. I say those words of encouragement more for myself than anyone else. Yes, sometimes I talk to myself.

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Only one day left...

First let me apologize that I have gotten so behind on blog reading. I'm going to try to catch up this weekend when I have free time since I. will. not. be. posting. I am so ready for a break and am looking forward to a fun, carefree weekend of non-posting. I have to say though, as much as I am getting whiny about it, the month went by much faster than I thought it would. My posts weren't always as quality as I originally intended them to be, but I have posted everyday thus far and have been having a blast e-mailing my new and old internet buddies. Now I have to focus on Secret Blogger Santa so I can make sure my girl gets some fun stuff from me.

Anyway, one more day. Hang in there NaBloPoMoers. The finish line is right. there.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

I've Been Robbed

I was in desperate need of a hair-cut. I mean desperate. I have been a tad dissatisfied with my stylist lately and going back and forth about whether to break up with her or not. I decided it was probably time to call it quits. The technique I chose was the "no call back" technique because that is a perfectly acceptable way to dump someone in, like, the eighth grade. Trust me, I've tested it.

I made an appointment with a stylist who had been recommended to me by my ex-boss. He (the stylist) is wonderful and gay and talkative and loves Project Runway. We bonded. And he knows what he is doing when it comes to cutting hair. The time just slipped by and we spent almost an hour and a half together because his next appointment never showed up. He is everything I could ask for in a stylist!

When I looked up the salon's website prior to making an appointment, it said that a woman's hair-cut was $35+ depending on the skills and experience of the stylist, so I'm thinking $40-$45. Maybe a wee bit more than I normally pay, but only by a few dollars. In a true moment of weakness, I decided to splurge on a $20 bottle of hair spray because I usually don't spend much on styling products. My bill came to $84 before tip!! $84!!! This was after convincing myself that it was absolutely necessary for me to get a hair-cut even though I am way broke, still need to buy a plane ticket home and have a handful of things left to purchase for Christmas gifts. Plus, I just sent in checks to pay a dental bill and a state/county personal property tax. WTF!! That haircut was 60 effing dollars! I've never spent that much for a cut alone!!! I feel cheated, robbed, empty on the inside. Okay, maybe it's not that bad.

But now I don't know what to do. I really like him. The thing is, I haven't actually decided if the haircut is spectacular or just above average. I think it will depend on how it looks when I style it myself. Also, I usually dye my hair out of a box for financial reasons, but he has an awesome idea for hair color for me. But I'm not so sure I am ready to know how much that would cost.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Okay, seriously, I'm bored

My life isn't boring. I'm not bored at work. In fact, I'm actually very, very busy at work. I can see myself becoming overwhelmed any minute now. No, not any minute now--next Thursday when my coworker no longer works with me and I am doing her job as well as two others.

I am just bored with this NaBloPoMO, but I'm hanging in there. Only a few days left and then victory...and a break from blogging for a few days! Just you watch, once the pressure is gone, I'll probably come up with some great blogging fodder. Or not.

Ever since I was a little girl I've been obsessed with looking at baby names books and fantasizing about what I will name my baby one day. I used to pretend I was pregnant and then I would quickly go into labor (insert breathing sounds for effect) and give birth to a baby who would shoot down a birth canal that looked suspiciously like my over-sized sweatshirt, probably from Limited Too. I would then look though the top baby names of, like, 1980 and choose the perfect name for my perfectly plastic newborn child.

For a long time (back in the 90s) Renee was my favorite girls name, but I'm so over it. I love the name Maggie, but it reminds me too much of Edgar's ex girlfriend who was never a favorite of mine. So Maggie is out.

I'm not trying to hint that I am pregnant by the way.

I love to play the hypothetic game of "If you gave birth today what would you name your baby if it was a boy? and if it was a girl?" On most days I'd probably pick Alexander for a boy and maybe Emma or Audrey or Audrina (I know, I know) for a girl. I am actually a huge fan of names that are cross gender like Jordan and Jamie. Heart! So if I had that baby today I would name it either Riley or Ryan. Doesn't matter the sex, it's all interchangeable really. I'm just in an R cross-gender mood today I guess.

What would you name your baby?

Monday, November 26, 2007

The Final Bugs Monday

Being a reindeer is not all its cracked up to be
(Christmas 2004)

The producers/managers of The Good Kind of Dorky attempted to sign a deal with Bugs & Co. to carry on Bugs Monday after NaBloPoMo, but were unable to come to a contractual agreement. Therefore, this will be the final Bugs Monday. Of course, there will be occasional Bugs features from time to time.

And now a final word from Bugs himself.

Hey guys, can I just tell you that Mom ate so much food over the holiday?! Seriously, it was borderline disgusting and yet borderline I was about to bite her for not giving me more handouts. Also, she gained no less than three pounds in four days. That was including two work-outs at the gym. The least she could have done was take me to the park to burn off those calories. Clearly I am resenting her right now. To get her back, while she was at the gym tonight trying to lose some of the lard in her butt, I decided to get on the bed and take a nap on her side of the bed with my hairy head on her pillow. Now my little hairs are all over. I'm a "shedder," what can I say? The best part--she just washed the sheets and blankets last night!!! When she came home she was kind of pissed off. Mission accomplished. That'll show her for not giving me my fair share of turkey.

You know what also is hard about my life? Living with a sister poodle who has the worst gas all the time. The crazy bitch is like an old lady. I've never heard anyone break wind more often than her--not even my mom and dad!

Besides not getting enough table scraps and having to live with a smelly sister, my life isn't so bad. I get to sit on the couch and cuddle with Mom every night. In fact, I'm about to go do that now.

Thanks for all your love this month. Shout outs to my pals Ben, Rufus, Ted, Gus and recovering from surgery, Bailey.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Clean slate

I figured it was about time to clean up my house a bit. I feel like it gets so cluttered so quickly. So that is what I did today. Nothing more than clean and take a break to grocery shop. I also put away my "harvest" decorations. It seems like October and November have just flown by. I feel like I was putting up my Halloween decorations just yesterday. The weather is finally feeling like fall and now it is time to move onto Christmas! I haven't gone all out with Christmas decorations yet or anything. I'm of the school that you wait until a week or two into December to put up a tree, etc. I did, however, put up my Styrofoam berry wreath from Target on the front door. So now I look holiday confused--we didn't carve our pumpkins this year because we didn't get around to it so I kept them out on my front porch. Now that Thanksgiving is over I need to either throw them out or use them in some way for cooking. Thing is, I've never cooked with a real live pumpkin before. Have any of you tried this before? Any pointers? Should I even attempt it or should I just say goodbye to them Tuesday when the trash collectors come?

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Since I have nothing better to say...

Is anyone else getting just a little tired of posting everyday? I'm definitely glad I signed up for NaBloPoMo, but I don't feel like I have something worth saying everyday. Only a few more days left though, right? We can do it.

Tonight Edgar and I were discussing briefly our wishes for either cremation or burial upon our demise. I said I most likely would want to be cremated, to which he replied, "No, you can't be cremated. I want you to be buried next to me so you can be by my side forever." Sure it's a little morbid, but it was also one of the sweetest things he's ever said to me. That's true love, people.

So tell me, do you want to be buried "whole"? Cremated? Your ashes tossed over the ocean or an open field? I know it's a weird subject to talk about, but don't you think we need to address these issues?

Friday, November 23, 2007

Happy Birthday Sarah!

It is 11PM and I feel like I've been up forever even though I didn't do the whole 4AM crazy shopping. I did however wake up relatively early for a non-work day and I was out shopping around 11AM. I spent 6 hours in the trenches and tried my best to just keep smiling and not get annoyed. I really hate large groups of people in enclosed spaces, i.e. an indoor mall. I just hate dodging people every few seconds. I kept my temper under control for the most part, but after hours of walking around and being on my feet, my body started to shut down right about the same time my patience was waning. It was all worth it though because I did put a dent in my Christmas shopping. I only have a few people left to buy for. I am guessing I could have my shopping complete in about 2.5 more outings.

I maybe even gave in and bought one of those big cinnamon buns that they sell at the mall. Shame.

Enough about shopping though--the real holiday today was not Black Friday, but rather the Birthday Extravaganza o' Sarah! 26 years ago today my best friend was born.


If my one month old self knew that one day she would find such a sweet, kind, funny, bossy (in an endearing way), creative, bright, perfect friend, she probably would have smiled. Or pooped in her diaper. But definitely out of excitement. For sure.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Gobble Gobble

I am thankful for many things. Here are a few of them.

1. My immediate family, who not only loves me, but also loves each other. Parents who, for so many years, put me and my sister above themselves so that we would have countless opportunities.
2. My extended family who I don't see nearly enough.
3. Edgar, the love we share and the life we share.
4. My friends, who I'd be lost without.
5. My dogs who bring so much joy to my life.
6. My health and the health of my loved ones.
7. A roof over my head, food, warmth.
8. Forgiveness.
9. The knowledge that there is far more good in this world than there is evil. And no matter what, there is a silver lining if you look hard enough. And sometimes, you have to make your own silver lining.
10. Each breath I am given. And the strength and love that comes from knowing that there are a few people in this world who I'd give up my next breath for if it meant that they could have another.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Getting ready to feast

In preparation for Thanksgiving, which we are spending at Edgar's mom's house with his family, I started baking tonight. I decided to try something new and off the cuff for a dessert. I got pumpkin bread mix and used it to make muffins, but then iced them with cream cheese icing to turn them into harvest-y cupcakes. They taste really good--of course I tried one. Or two.

Tomorrow I have to get up and make a Wat-Mart run. I'm also going to make whole berry cranberry sauce and possibly a potato "casserole" type dish. I figured I'd try a few new things this year (except for the cranberry sauce, which I made last year too) to add to the smorgasbord of Spanish-American Thanksgiving cuisine. I tend to like the more American traditional foods, but I also like that anything goes. It gives me a little freedom to try a few new things. Maybe I'll even start a tradition of my very own. Hey, you just never know.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Public Service Announcement

If you have not signed up to receive e-mail from Cold Stone Creamery then you are seriously missing out, my friends. Just go to their website and sign up for the birthday club. Each yeah on your birthday they will e-mail you a coupon for a free "love it"(med. sized) Creation. They definitely won't overwhelm you with e-mail either. When they do send e-mail, it always involves some cool coupon anyway. Tonight Edgar and I indulged in a buy one get one free "love it." I couldn't even finish the dish o' deliciousness! Such a good deal! Anyway, if you love ice cream as much as I do, and especially if you have a birthday coming up, go ahead and sign yourself up. Trust me, you won't regret it. And if you get a coupon and don't want to use it, by all means send it my way.

Monday, November 19, 2007

Bugs Monday

Today was going to be the premiere of the Bugs and Bailey feature. Bailey is Julie's dog and is feeling a bit under the weather today. In fact, they are taking her to the hospital so please send Bailey your get well wishes.

I'm pretty bummed that you're feeling sick, Bailey. Maybe we can play next Monday.

Don't forget to check in from time to time and see how our other furry friends are doing: Ben and Rufus, and ones I don't know as well like Ted and Gus.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

I'm guessing I might be in the minority on this one

It has become very clear to me that the hot item in gift giving this holiday season is the Digital Photo Frame ("DPF").

Now don't get me wrong, I get that it is nifty neato and all of that--no more getting stuck looking at the same damn photo day after day, year after year. The DPF allows your family and friends to enjoy a slide show of memories whenever they'd like. Plus, you can change up the pictures with minimal hassle. Like I said, I get that it's a cool gadget. My opinion on the DPFs is not that strong one way or the other. If someone gave me one of these as a gift, I'd think "oh, interesting. I'll give it a try."

But seriously, please don't get me one. Call me old fashion, but I would not want one of these in my family room. Not that my family room is all that great looking right now, but I know that one day it will be and one thing I do not want gracing the tabletop is a DPF. I hate to have more wires in one room than absolutely necessary, for one. For another, they are just cheesy and too high tech for my taste. Just like how I refuse to use anything other than a standard planner that you actually write in (with a pen not a stylus!), when it comes to photos on display, I am a traditionalist. I do not want the detailing on my picture frame to be the word "Samsung" or anything like it.

So this holiday season when I am making my list and checking it twice, you can be sure that you will not find the words Digital Photo Frame scribbled in ink to then be scanned, turned into a pdf and e-mailed to the North Pole. cc: Mrs. Claus

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Something Blue

Today was relaxing and I had a chance to do a couple of the things I wanted to do--including picking out wedding bands with Edgar! We may check out another jeweler just to compare, but I am thrilled with the rings we chose today. In lieu of a wordy post, I present you with this site's new look.

So tell me...

...how do I look?

Friday, November 16, 2007

Ho Ho Ho-bag

Can you believe that Christmas is just around the corner? I haven't even started any of my shopping. In fact, I can barely believe that Thanksgiving is next week. This year feels like it's flying by at a more accelerated speed than usual. In an attempt to organize my Christmas shopping, I am attempting to compile a list (I heart lists 4eva!) of what I'd like to get for each person I plan to give a gift to this holiday season. The problem is, I am also trying to set a Christmas budget as things are looking a bit tight this year what with my upcoming doctor appointment, my poodle's eye doctor appointment (yes, she sees an animal eye specialist), her need for an updated rabies vaccination and most likely a steroid shot to help with her seasonal skin allergies, my need for a hair-cut and then all of the regular expenses OH! and then there is that wedding I'm helping to fund. I'll also need to buy a plane ticket to head back home to Central New York for the holidays. And how many pay checks will I get between now and then? Two? Three maybe? Definitely not enough. It'll all work out somehow--it always does, but I digress.

What I was intending to tell you is that I'm trying to research what is in the stores to get an idea of what I might like to buy before I actually attempt to tackle the malls. Inevitably, I always end up wandering around aimlessly searching for that perfect gift. I'm at least trying to cut down on the aimless hours. I'm hoping the pre-shopping shopping will help.

So I want to know: 1. What are your holiday shopping tactics? 2. What are some great gift ideas that I should look into for the people on my list?

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Coed Naked Blogging

I just got home from the gym and was about to get in the shower, but our stupid hot water heater had to be reset again because the water went cold. Does anyone else out there have this issue? While I wait for it to warm up again I figured I'd get to work on this obligatory post. Yes, I am blogging to you from the nude today. I am even more naked than my dog who has the decency to at least put on a collar.

Today was much better than yesterday, but I am still unsure about my job right now. We'll see how things go over the course of the next few months. Anyway, enough of that.

I was asked, then pressured, then pretty much harassed to be part of Laurel's Secret Blogger Santa, which is sure to be awesome, but I have a feeling I was not the only victim.

It should be fun though and I advise you to at least check it out and consider doing it. It will be the best thing you do this holiday season (I had to say that, Laurel scares me).

I have to go now--this chair is leaving a funny imprint on my butt.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Faith Based

I found out today that a co-worker of mine will be putting in her two-weeks notice tomorrow. She is our database manager and then some, so losing her will be a pretty big blow. In some ways, a bigger blow (whoa that came out wrong) than when my former boss/VP left in August. On one hand, I am really happy for her and proud of her. She is a really bright young woman and I want all the best for her. On the other hand, when it comes to the fund raising team of the organization, I have been around the longest and so all of her work will "naturally" default to me--initially at the least and forever at the most. Since my boss left earlier this year, my happiness has decreased pretty dramatically and my frustrations have increased. Every year in the three years I've been with the organization there has been turnover and I am always the one to pick up the slack. I am really sick of it. There is only so much "transition" that one person can take. Maybe I shouldn't be so emotionally invested, but I am. I spend at least eight hours there a day, five days a week--it's hard not to be. It's just that I used to love my job. I actually looked forward to going into work everyday. Nowadays, I contemplate calling in sick on a weekly, if not daily basis. I'll get over it, right? It's just that my frustrations with it make me want to cry and/or have a breakdown. Anyway, enough about work.

On a happier note, Edgar and I met with our minister this evening to talk about the wedding. We didn't do too much "premarital counseling" tonight. We mostly just talked about the logistics of the wedding and he answered any questions we had. Can I just tell you that I love my religion and my minister. Seriously, this guy is awesome. I like him more and more as I get to know him. He seems to be pretty progressive and current which really appeals to me. It's like he realizes that the church has to adapt to the current times, yet he does this all while staying true to the core traditions and the faith. Also, he encouraged us to join the 20s, 30s, 40s group which meets up every month or so just to hang out. It's a social group that sometimes meets up at a bar. This is my kind of guy, this is my kind of church. I just feel like he is so laid back, approachable and non-judgmental--everything I could ask for in a minister. I mentioned that my uncle might play his bagpipe at some point during my wedding day and he asked me if he wore underwear underneath his kilt. Then he said "maybe I shouldn't have said that." He is pretty much the epitome of religious awesomeness.

I am confident that when Edgar and I are saying our vows before God that it will be much more meaningful because Father J will be marrying us.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Bugs Mond...oh crap

Well it's Tuesday and I realized this morning that I completely forgot about Bugs Monday. I'm positive I would have remembered if I wasn't preoccupied with work and going out of town for a meeting. I spent the night in Newport News and got back to Richmond early this afternoon. This week is a very busy one for me at work. Needless to say, Bugs was pissed, but I smoothed out things over with an offering of steak leftovers. The situation has officially been rectified.

After work I headed over to the gym that was hosting the open auditions to be part of their new ad campaign. I have a feeling that I good number of people tried out. The auditions took place at various locations over the course of three days. If I make it I will be shocked, but I'm definitely not counting on it. If anything, cross your fingers I'll get chosen for the print ads because speaking while nervous is not my forte. I'm sure you are thinking "oh it couldn't have been that bad." Believe me when I say that when I am nervous I tend to ramble and not make a lot of sense. I also don't think through what I'm about to say so it usually comes out jumbled and riddled with "ums." I felt like I was on American Idol as there were three judges staring at me. Mostly expressionless. I told one of them he was totally the Simon. At least I got a laugh or two. Just thank goodness I didn't have to sing.

I had to stand on the white line, have my photo taken, talk into a microphone and be video-taped. They asked me some questions about why I like to work out, etc. Time goes by at an odd pace when I'm nervous. I feel like I blacked out--I only remember bits and pieces of what I actually said and as for those things, I just keep cringing and wishing I said something completely different.

I know I am being hard on myself. I really won't be sad if I don't get chosen. I put myself out there and tried something I've never tried before and I'm proud of myself for following through. Why I am having anxieties over this is seriously beyond me. I'll let you know either way as soon as I find out.

And now, a day late but still completely lovable. I give you, Bugs...Tuesday??

I mentioned before that I like to be outside. The park is one of my favorite places. Mom and I went walking in the park and she took this picture of me. I think I look very handsome here. The only problem with this photo is the wiener shadow.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Be a Star?

I am leaving soon for Newport News, Va for an overnight biznass trip. I am not looking forward to it all that much, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do...right? I wanted to make sure I posted just in case my dinner meeting runs late and I forget about posting or something. I doublt I would forget, but I do want to make sure that I have a computer to use.

Half because I think it would be fun to try, half for this blog's sake, I was thinking of going to the open auditions that my gym (different location) is having tomorrow. Here is the link if you want to read the details.

I may have mentioned in a previous post that American Family Fitness likes to use their own employees in ads, but now they are looking for members to be featured. I have no idea what they are looking for and I have never tried out for anything like this before so I thought it might be a good "stepping outside of the box" thing for me to try. I don't have high hopes that they will pick me and that is fine, I just think the entire experience could be interesting and at the very least it would give me some blog-worthy material. The things I do for you, internets.

I applaud American Family Fitness for featuring "real " people with "real" body types in their advertisements. What a positive, healthy outlook they have!

At some point tomorrow between 3-8pm I'll be giving it my best shot...that it unless I chicken out. You think I should try out, don't you? Convince me either way.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Weekend Remix

Our friend Lubi, who will be Edgar's best man in our wedding, was in town for the weekend. We hadn't seen him in two years so it was so wonderful to have him visit. We all lived practically next to each other in the dorms senior years so we used to be around each other all of the time. You know the friends who you are able to pick right back up where you left off with no matter how many years have passed, and it's never awkward? Lubi is one of those friends--he is like family to us.

Lubi's flight got in Friday morning and Edgar took off work so they could go see a movie together. We all met up for dinner at TGI Fridays. When I tried to give input on the appetizer selection (spinach artichoke dip, of course) and we ended up with the "triple play" (potato skins, mozz sticks and chicken wings), I knew I was going to just have to face that fact that this was going to be a manly weekend.

Saturday we went to Colonial Williamsburg, so I did end up having some pull.

This was the most beautiful tree I've ever seen.


We checked out a bunch of the colonial shops. I have these boys wrapped around my finger, just not when it comes to appetizers. But hats, definitely when it comes to hats.

There are some interesting characters visiting Williamsburg. In an effort to make up for my lack of photographic evidence of the woman dressed all in leopard print, I bring you "Tourist with socks, athletic shorts and dress shoes." I did this for your, internets. You know this dude is probably some genus, but it won't be realized until years after his death.
After we got back from Williamsburg, we went over to Edgar's mom's house for dinner. Here is a group picture of my soon to be brother in law, his wife who blinked, their son, me, Edgar and Lubi.
After dinner we met up with Sarah, Lauren, Erika and her friends at a bar in Richmond. These are my boys.

Erika does the symbol for love. Clearly there is a lot of love here.

There is a lot of love here too. Me and my best girlz.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Close Call

Edgar, our best man and I just got home from hanging out with Sarah, Lauren, Erika & friends at a bar in Richmond. I just looked at the clock and yelled "shit" and ran to my computer. If I had stayed just 20 minutes longer at the bar I would have been totally screwed with NaBloPoMo! How about I never have this close of a call again. Cheers to that.

Friday, November 09, 2007

Filler and Fluff

Last night I had a sexy time dream about John Krasinski. It was probably because I watched The Office right before I went to bed and also because I heart Jim. In my dream Jim had cheated on Pam with me, but I ended up talking it out with Pam and she was totally understanding about the whole thing. Riiiiiight. At least I got it right in my dream. I hate those dreams where I have the opportunity to have sexy time with some dude and then I end up saying no because I'm with Edgar. WTF!!! It's my dream, but I digress.

Last night was not the first time I've had a Jim Halpert/John Krasinski dream. It was probably the fourth time. Some people have recurring nightmares, so I think I'm okay with recurring Jim. I wake up feeling in love with Jim. I think my obsession with all things The Office has gone a little far, but if it means a sexy dream here and there, I'll be just fine.

In other news, my best guy friend from college is in town for the weekend. He is also Edgar's best man. I am sooo very happy to have the opportunity to hang out with him for a couple of days since it has been two years since I've seen him. He lived in the same dorm as Edgar and me senior year of college. I met him a few days before Edgar moved in and he introduced us. The rest, well, it's pretty much history.

Thursday, November 08, 2007

Roid Rage*

I'm disappointed that you guys could only pick out Keith Urban from the group of country hotties. The answers would be:
1. Josh Turner
2. Rodney Atkins
3. Keith Urban
4. Jason Aldean

You all have got a lot to learn about country music.

We haven't talked fashion for a while here at The Good Kind of Dorky and I think it's time. I was at the post office yesterday and saw a lady who looked a bit like a hooker, but more like a redneck hooker, who was wearing a faux fur leopard print jacket. She had a matching fur purse and I believe there was something leopard in her hair too. I wanted to take a picture with my new camera phone (welcome to the 2000s, self!), but I thought it would be too obvious. Jennifer, over at Operation Pink Herring advised me that I should have turned off the shutter sound and acted like I was texting. Brilliant. I'll remember that for the future.

This poor woman, bless her lil' heart, was being swallowed by a really tacky leopard. I am here to advise you ladies (and gentlemen) that if you are going to wear an animal print, please only wear one article of clothing at a time. Preferably, the print will not cover a large area of your body. For example, leopard or zebra print ballet flats are adorable when worn with a fairly simple outfit consisting of solid colors like black, white or brown/khaki. An animal print belt might be cute too. I'd avoid an animal print dress, skirt, jacket or pants. There are situations where you might be able to get away with a print shirt, but it's risky and it is rare to find one that actually looks tasteful. Also, if you are going to do a belt don't do a matching shoe. Seriously, I can't emphasize this enough--choose one thing at a time.

A headband might be cute...or shoes, I love animal print shoes. A leopard print purse is risky--zebra print less risky--but try to go for a sleek rather than a cute look. If you fail to follow these rules I'll be the one standing suspiciously close to you, just texting a friend...


*Fashion don'ts really make me fill with rage.

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Ladies Love Country Boys

What to write, what to write...??

I had a very long day and I'm very tired.

I've been watching the CMA awards tonight and I just want to declare to the internet how much I lurve country music. My younger self would have said that she hated country music, but that opinion came from a girl who hadn't given it a fair chance. When I was 16 I dated a guy who loved country music and listened to it all of the time. He loved Nascar too. Needless to say we did not stay together for long, but we did keep in touch for a number of years. The best thing to ever come from that relationship was my new found love of everything country.

Today, I probably listen to country music more than I listen to "the cool stuff," although I listen to all of that too. The reason I love country is because 1. it tells a story 2. expletive language is rarely used (I am becoming such a granny) and 3. the music and the artists seem much less pretentious than, say in hip-hop or rap.

I just relate so much more to country music than music of any other genre. Country music makes me laugh and it can definitely make me cry, but in a good cleansing cry kind of way. I LOVE COUNTRY MUSIC. There I said it. Now time to get back to watching the awards, but first my gift to you...


There is no man sexier than a country music man
If you can name these four hotties, then we are true friends



I'm drooling.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Election Day

Today was election day. Three years ago I had recently moved to the state of Virginia and voted in the presidential election by proxy in New York State. Two years ago was the gubernatorial race, which was a big deal and I voted in that election (your welcome, Governor Kaine). Last year was big because the marriage amendment was up for a vote (I tried, my friends, I tried). This year, today to be exact, I was faced with a personal dilemma. I knew nothing about any of the candidates. Not one thing. Sure, I saw some signs on the lawns of my fellow Virginians, but I was completely uninformed about the candidates. I thought to myself, "Well I can go and vote based primarily on the party I tend to lean toward or I could just forgo voting this year altogether." I have always been of the mindset that everyone should exercise their right to vote. We live in this great country where all citizens are allowed to vote. Everyone, especially young people, should vote. If you don't vote you have no right to complain, as my elder co-workers reminded me.

I did not vote this year. My rationalization being that an uninformed vote is worse than not voting at all. Do you think I made the right decision? What would you have done in my situation? Did you vote--if no, why not?

Whether I made the right decision or not, one thing is certain--you won't hear me complaining.

Monday, November 05, 2007

Bugs Monday

I forgot to mention yesterday that I did in fact go to Barnes and Noble over the weekend as promised, but my poetry ended up being complete crap. I guess it's a start though! Maybe sometime I'll post some of my stuff.

But enough about me. Bugs has been feeling the peer pressure from Audrey's dog Ben, who gets featured every Wednesday on her blog in a feature called Wednesday Bensday. Admittedly, this made Bugs a little jealous. You'd be surprised that he was all that excited to be featured here what with all of the lawyers and agents. Did you know he is also demanding only bottled water go in his water dish? Bugs is quite the divo when he wants to be.

After we had everything settled on our end and contracts were signed we got a call from Ben--something about infringement rights--but I never returned his call. So every Monday during the month of November, in honor of NaBloPoMo, Bugs is going to have his own mini-feature. Enjoy!

This week, Bugs wants you to get to know him a little bit better...

Hi, my name is Bugs.
I love the outdoors.

Sometimes I like to play with my sister. Does playing with a pink toy make me feel emasculated, you ask? Need a moment? Chew it over with Twix.

Being so active makes me tired. Sometimes I like to sleep stretched out on "the dog couch." In this photo, I was not stretching...I was actually asleep.
Sometimes I like to sleep scrunched up.

I dress up cuz the bitches like it. Notice my "bee stinger."

I love a good party (don't look at my wiener).
I know you looked.



All of these things are fun, but after a long, strenuous day of napping, I just love to snuggle on "the people couch" with my mom and dad and watch TV.

Sunday, November 04, 2007

By what we have done and by what we have left undone

I went to church this morning with Edgar. Like writing poetry and volunteering, going to church is another one of those things that I wish I did more often--one of those things that I say I will start next week. No, next week, I promise. I wish my church held services at 5 or 6 o'clock on Saturday evening. I swear I would go all of the time. It's just hard because there are only two mornings per week that even offer the opportunity to sleep in and for a sleep deprived person who stays up later than she should on a regular basis, it is hard to pass up those much needed hours of shut eye. On the rare occasion when I actually do pull myself out of bed and make it to church, I never regret my decision.

Edgar and I are getting married at said church next June and it is important to me that we establish some sort of relationship with the church/congregation so that when we are saying our vows it will have more meaning to us. And it isn't just our relationship to the church as individuals, but rather our relationship to one another as a couple on a spiritual journey, a couple exploring, strengthening and defining our faith, a couple making a commitment to God and to one another. For better or worse. Till death do us part.

In other commitment news, I decided to start recycling. When I lived in New York State my family and I always recycled. It is just what you do there. In New York City, Edgar and his family recycled because if you didn't you would get fined. I'm not sure if it was law in Upstate New York, but I am confident that my family would recycle regardless. Recycling truly is just part of the culture there.

Since moving to Virginia three years ago, I am ashamed to say that I've only recycled a can here and there at work. I don't even want to know how many recyclable items I've tossed in three years--I'm sure it would be appalling. I don't know how or why I became so apathetic about recycling--maybe I just got lazy, maybe it's the culture down here. I remember being quite alarmed that it wasn't more ingrained in the minds of Virginians, but somehow I became that Virginian.* Somehow I became that American. So as of today, I am a recycler (it's a real word, patent pending). I vow to be consistent and mindful.

I think I've unfairly made myself appear completely unable to follow through with anything and that is not entirely true. I am just hard on myself because I disappoint myself when I procrastinate or fall short of the person I know I could be if I just put forth a little bit more effort. I do follow through though when it comes to 1. this blog and 2. working out. I don't post as much as I should, but I have kept up with this whole blogging thing for just over two years now. This little blog has been the one creative outlet/hobby that I have stuck with and been consistent about.

Not everyone is as diligent (or obsessive!) when it comes to working out as I am. I have routinely worked out and stayed at a healthy weight for over three years. Working out has become a part of my lifestyle--no thinking, just do it. I also added weight training for my arms once a week and I've stuck with it for a handful of months now. Whether or not the lifting is being motivated by the desire to look good in my wedding dress is beside the point. I've only missed 3 weeks total, which for me is not too shabby. Soon, I'd like to add legs to my routine. It doesn't even make sense that I haven't added legs already, but let's not talk about that.

I work at a non-profit, I donate what I can to a couple of charities and I care for two adopted dogs. Admittedly, there are a few things I have done right. Then why is it always the shortcomings that stand out in my mind? Is anyone else out there hard on her/himself for things that go undone?

* Edited to add: I know that many Virginians do recycle and I am not trying to generalize--it was just my initial perception. I bet statistically less Virginians recycle than New Yorkers, but I really have no proof of that. (Don't want the grannies coming after me--they are some tough broads) :-)

Saturday, November 03, 2007

Inspired: Part 2

While we are on the subject, I wanted to share with you something I recently learned of and found to be quite inspiring. My friend Dana, who I know from high school and have not kept in very good touch with, has started a not-for-profit organization with his girlfriend and some of their friends. Dana's girlfriend Erin is a marathon runner and is well on her way to becoming the youngest person to complete a marathon on all seven continents. Not only that, but she has a full time job in NYC.

The organization is called In the Running and what they do is select an already existing, not well known organization to support in each marathon location--7 marathons, 7 continents, 7 causes. Seriously, you have got to check out the website. This chick makes Laurel look sane. There is even a runner's blog that details the group's experiences thus far. What they are doing further proves just how much of a positive impact a few people can have on this world. Not to mention, they are young people!

Stories like theirs' inspires me for obvious reasons of course (um, amazing!) but also because I know I will never be the person who runs seven marathons on seven continents. This doesn't make me feel bad about myself because, hello, that is just not me. But it does it makes me reflect upon my own life...if this one young woman is doing all of that, what more can and should I be doing, even if on a more local level?

Her story also got me thinking about how I completely chickened out and never ran the 5K I promised myself I would. What if I got people to sponsor me to run a 5K and then I gave the proceeds to either a local charity or to In the Running? Just a couple thoughts I was tossing around in my head. Regardless, I need to do more than I am currently doing, which also happens to be very little. Go figure. I would bet that most of us could do more than we are doing.

So I want to know, what do you already do for your community? What do you dream of doing? And, how do you stay motivated?

Also, if the mood hits you, please consider supporting In the Running. 100% of the proceeds go to the charities. Every little bit counts.

Friday, November 02, 2007

Inspired

If October was the month for nostalgia then certainly November is the month for inspiration, what with all of this blogging and challenging ourselves to write everyday. Last night Edgar and I went to a coffeehouse in Richmond called Common Groundz to support our friend Danny who is the founder of a spoken word/slam poetry group. Danny was the emcee for the slam poetry competition and he invited Edgar and me, along with three other people, to judge. Spoken word is not my favorite form of poetry and I am quite sure that I would be horrible at it, but I respect the form and have an appreciation for the performance aspect of it. Since I do have a background in poetry (and I am using "background" loosely), I was confident in Danny's choice.

Midway through the competition, as I was drawing cute little smiley faces next to the score on my yellow Post-It notes (sophisticated system, I know), it became clear that Edgar and I were the Paula Abduls of the group. Sure opposites attract, but last night we were completely on the same page. There were three contestants, three rounds and we gave each performance a score between 1 and 10 and could use decimals up to one decimal place. Five judges, therefore 50 was the highest possible score per round, per contestant, get it? One contestant got a 23 and 16 of those points came from Edgar and me. Maybe I would have been a little more harsh if this competition was a serious thing, but it was mostly just for fun--the prizes were a $1, $5 and $10 bill, respectively. This brings me to another point--I am not a good judge. And I am not claiming that I don't judge people (Sarah stop judging me). What I am admitting to you is that my judging skillz are riddled with bias in certain situations. I pride myself on the fact that I generally am, or try to be, a diplomatic and fair person; however, when two of the contestants are men and one is a gestating woman, all of my rationale pretty much takes two steps forward and two steps back. The woman did end up winning thanks to me, but she clearly needed the win more--$10 buys more diapers than the alternatives. On a side note, I totally think pregnant women should be allowed to participate in the Miss America Pageant--I'll even volunteer to be a judge!

Edgar and I had a great time at the poetry slam and were glad we did something different and on a Thursday night too! GASP! Being in that environment really inspired me to want to get back into writing poetry. If I had to pay you $10 for each time I said that and didn't follow through, you'd be able to diaper your baby for a year (or buy Britney Spears' new CD Blackout for all of your friends). There are a few reasons I think I haven't taken the initiative to get back into writing poetry. I get lazy or promise myself to do it tomorrow, I get caught up with other things and forget, or I don't feel inspired, but mostly I'm afraid that I won't be as good as I used to be. I get frustrated thinking about being frustrated. Ironically, the thing I love most about the poetry writing process is working on one line for hours and hours and get frustrated to all hell, but then finally getting it right. Finishing, I mean really finishing a poem satisfies me like nothing else can. That is why I love writing poetry. It satisfies my soul and inspires my life just as much as my life inspires it. And yet I deprive myself because deep down I'm afraid to admit that it's okay if I never accomplish my high school self's goal of being a published poet just as long as it is makes me happy now. I'm not depriving the world of my work, I'm depriving myself of the one God-given talent I think I have (because it sure as hell ain't singing), regardless of whether or not I am not good enough to be published. So this weekend I am going to sit down, preferably at my local Barnes and Noble, and write. It may not be good enough to share with the world, but damn it, it will be inspired.

Thursday, November 01, 2007

G'Day November

Halloween went well, but we didn’t have as many trick-or-treaters as I had expected. We did get some though. Each year I overestimate how much candy I need. Do I do this “subconsciously” to make sure that there just happens to be plenty left for me? I’ll never tell.

Last night before dusk I took my dogs for a walk. I have made this my very own little tradition. Each year since I’ve lived in Virginia, the weather on Halloween has been perfect—a nice break from the snow-suit under the costume weather typical of Central New York. I tried to dress up my dog Bugs like a bee for our walk, but the leash was interfering and it just wouldn’t work. I love that time of night on Halloween—the neighbors are out perfecting their decorations, pumpkins are being lit and kids run around excited for what is about to come—the anticipation is almost palpable. It is my favorite holiday (actually Christmas is, but don’t tell Halloween I said that).

Today during my lunch break I went for a walk. What I felt walking through the neighborhood near my office can only be described as “hung over.” A smashed pumpkin, discarded candy wrappers, decorations knocked over, or at least looking strangely out of place and lonely, and a hair bow without an owner. And it was quiet. I felt a little sad that I would have to wait until next year to experience it again and guilty that I wasn’t immediately directing all of my thoughts to what I should get friends and family for Christmas. I tried to clear my mind of consumer propaganda and just enjoy the beautiful day.

Autumn never fails to make me feel nostalgic. I think about mortality a lot, high school and college, past friendships, relationships, cycles and every other clichéd notion that we associate with this time of year. Give me a break, I was an English Lit major—I tend to gravitate toward symbolism, metaphor, pathetic fallacy and the like. And much like “accidentally” buying too much candy, I think Nostalgia is actually the reason I love this season best.