tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945180328663053362024-03-05T06:25:02.452-05:00Weekday DishFive professional young women attempt to make the work week more bearable with fun ideas, random nonsense, and the occasional deep thought.
We are currently on hiatus. Please check out our archives!Girl Fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818588210630146169noreply@blogger.comBlogger216125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394518032866305336.post-24640814939613101652010-02-19T10:22:00.001-05:002010-02-19T10:26:45.447-05:00Rebel RedI just purchased red lip gloss, because <i>Real Simple</i> told me to. The article said every woman regardless of skin tone should try some form of red lipstick. I usually favor nude lips and dramatic eyes, but I greatly enjoy expanding my cosmetic repertoire, so I thought, why not. One of the suggestions in the magazine was to go for gloss if you shy away from the bold effect. That seemed like the route for me, although the idea of a gloss that wasn't pretty sheer confused me. I settled on <a href="http://www.lorealparisusa.com/_us/_en/default.aspx#/?page=top{userdata//d+d//|diagnostic|main:pdp//objectid+Cos21d_12//{pdp_tab:pdp_overview//objectid+Cos21d_12//}|media:_blank|nav|overlay:_blank}">L'Oreal Paris Infallible NeverFail Lip Gloss in Rebel Red.</a> I love it! It goes to show that it's nice to mix it up some. I love working the eye makeup, but it definitely takes effort. Putting Rebel Red on is lightening fast but shows that I'm ready to party. Bravo!Girl Fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818588210630146169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394518032866305336.post-53571320503427862782010-02-17T19:39:00.001-05:002010-02-17T19:41:29.526-05:00Wednesday's Pick: Grand Prospect HallThis really appeals to all of my tri-state sensibilities:<br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JC6AzmXrNbUGirl Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17173732816341895570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394518032866305336.post-21892761744445192792010-02-17T19:14:00.002-05:002010-02-17T19:38:34.040-05:00What Really Grinds Wednesday's Gears: New-Fangled Social Networking InventionsWhat the HELL is gmail's "buzz?" <br />Is <span style="font-style: italic;">buzz </span>the new facebook? (Buzzbook)? I try to ignore that I apparently have 2 new buzzes in my buzz inbox (my buzzbox). I try to ignore the colorful little conversation bubble that draws me in. Because when I click on it, I have no idea what to do- I see that I am following people (who I've no memory of following), and some people (much fewer) are following me and I'm not sure why. I'm sorry. I'm afraid I'm not a very entertaining buzzer. <br />I see my friend has been posting buzzes that I never knew about. What is this secret life he leads? Which status update am I supposed to believe? Are you painting your 2nd bedroom or are you "<span style="font-style: italic;">tired of hearing pants on the ground</span>"!? <br />Twitter? Facebook? I can't keep up with everyone's virtual outlets-- I'm feeling a little overwhelmed. Good thing I off-loaded myspace. I can't believe I survived the death of Friendster. Ohmygod remember Friendster!?Girl Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17173732816341895570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394518032866305336.post-41327705439176162892010-02-10T08:00:00.003-05:002010-02-10T08:00:06.273-05:00Dreamy TV Woman Pick of the Week: Nanny FineOh Mr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Sheffffffield</span>!<br />Lately I've been addicted to <span style="font-style: italic;">The Nanny</span> reruns on Nick at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Nite</span>. Am I crazy? Because I feel crazy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimElrLyO5Np3l62v6x2YEVYMgu5XVg-CSXCO94kPtVjUpM5MCTB31bJvtgIehMFOB001gKl6tJ2Nr2qTmHemQzJHSzKus0z3lMs1lSsT9wYqu23h_THTRCSekdmMKL9Y5vgoZGgnvdj-k/s1600-h/2324E7E2BA15A50BCF0E44BF32B4B.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimElrLyO5Np3l62v6x2YEVYMgu5XVg-CSXCO94kPtVjUpM5MCTB31bJvtgIehMFOB001gKl6tJ2Nr2qTmHemQzJHSzKus0z3lMs1lSsT9wYqu23h_THTRCSekdmMKL9Y5vgoZGgnvdj-k/s320/2324E7E2BA15A50BCF0E44BF32B4B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436455695924271234" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Look, I can't help it. I spent formative childhood years in Queens, NY where everyone looked and spoke like Nanny Fine. We shopped at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Loehmann's</span>. We screamed out our apartment windows, to the people on the sidewalk below. And we all dreamed of meeting and marrying a rich prince who lived in Manhattan.<br />After moving to eastern Long Island, I somehow managed to find the one 11-year-old girl who all the other kids at the beach club called, "the nanny" because of her accent. Her mother even looked just like Fran Fine. <br />I like that Fran <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Drescher</span> co-created and executive produced the show, and that the show had millions of viewers and dozens of celebrity cameos during its run. I like the way Nanny Fine is a Lucy of the 90s. I also like Fran <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Drescher</span>. Her personal story is about overcoming some tough stuff, which I really admire.Girl Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17173732816341895570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394518032866305336.post-41924762574607288632010-01-22T11:27:00.002-05:002010-01-27T11:04:11.854-05:00Pre-Nuptial DisagreementYesterday, I was watching the Seinfeld episode where George is about to send out his wedding invitations and desperately wants to stop the wedding from happening. After failed plans to tick off his fiancee by smoking and insulting her by asking her to sign a pre-nup, she dies from licking the toxic wedding invitation envelopes, which were very cheap and he insisted on buying. In the end, he's more happy that he's not getting married than sad that she's dead. That's odd within itself, but this is Seinfeld we're talking about here.<br />
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Anyway, the episode got me thinking about pre-nups. Elaine said that she wouldn't sign one. And I agree! I think most of my friends feel the same way. I've known a few people who've had the alternate argument-- it makes total cold, logic sense to arrange for one, and if you don't, you are the poor sap who is going to be screwed in the end.<br />
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I see where the opposing view is coming from, but just to a point. People keep citing the "50% of all marriages fail" stat, but first of all, that's not true. If you take out people who get married and divorced numerous times in their lives, the stat is only like 30%. The other major reason I hear for pre-nups is "no one who gets married thinks they are going to get divorced, but obviously, sh*t happens." Now, I don't think I'm going to get divorced, but I totally acknowledge that crazy things happen in life that you can't anticipate. It's not that I think it's *SO* out there for me (or my friends) to get divorced. What I think is more out there is the idea that we would want to not only split up, but that if we did, it would be so acrimonious that a pre-nup would've been necessary and helpful. But it's a slippery slope. If I can say that divorce could be possible, how can I say how messy it would be? We could really hate each other, and we could have an empire to divide. But I strongly doubt either one of those things will happen.<br />
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And then there's the fact that if you do have a pre-nup, you are in some sense saying 'out loud' that divorce is possible. And who wants to admit that when they are about to get married? Maybe its naive of me, but to a certain extent, I would wonder why two people were getting married if divorce was so tangible to them.<br />
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But, I am not a child of divorce. And my husband and I are not heirs to fortunes. Everyone has their own circumstance- I respect that. Just giving you my thoughts. What are yours?Girl Fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818588210630146169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394518032866305336.post-31518749114014332102010-01-19T08:00:00.004-05:002010-01-19T08:00:05.657-05:00Late to the partyHappy New Year!<br /><br />My apologies for the extended vacation; work has kicked me into the new year with brute force, to say the least. Not wanting to stay away too long, I thought I'd take a belated shot at G'Mon'y's proposed topic from last week and rattle off GirlTuesday's Top Ten 2000's. But, I also thought I'd add a little GirlFriday favorite, as well. And so- I bring you the High-Low of the decade:<br /><br />2000: High: HT and I finally started dating. Good gosh I can't believe it was that long ago. Low: Losing a leader and a teammate.<br /><br />2001: High: Family vacation in Maine; Low: Leaving behind a sport that had shaped my childhood.<br /><br />2002: High: Gaining a sister; Low: The morning I called to get my LSAT Score.<br /><br />2003: High: OSU wins the national championship; Low: Leaving behind youth, innocence, and the idyllic little place on the hill.<br /><br />2004: High: A summer in Switzerland; Low: Saying goodbye to a grandfather I never really got to know.<br /><br />2005: High: Gaining a best friend; Low: My first 1L year grade day.<br /><br />2006: Low: Letting go of the love of my life; High: Welcoming him back in.<br /><br />2007: High: Finally moving back to the same city as HT; Low: Watching OSU entire botch a national championship.<br /><br />2008: High: Spending an incredible year honing my skills in legal academia; Low: Watching my big brother deploy.<br /><br />2009: High: Getting Married; Low: Working my rear-end off. Over and over again.Girl Tuesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05140645982955174353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394518032866305336.post-70477111822625203482010-01-15T22:43:00.000-05:002010-01-18T11:51:52.974-05:00Just because...<object height="324" width="575"><param name="movie" value="http://www.vevo.com/VideoPlayer/Index?videoId=USSM20803009&playlist=false&autoplay=0&playerType=embedded&playerId=62FF0A5C-0D9E-4AC1-AF04-1D9E97EE3961"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.vevo.com/VideoPlayer/Index?videoId=USSM20803009&playlist=false&autoplay=0&playerType=embedded&playerId=62FF0A5C-0D9E-4AC1-AF04-1D9E97EE3961" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="575" height="324"></embed></object><br />
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... I can never get over how much I love this video.Girl Fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818588210630146169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394518032866305336.post-34128749693984618312010-01-15T13:11:00.000-05:002010-01-15T13:11:22.826-05:00Top 10 GirlFriday momentsI really like GirlMonday's idea of a Top 10 list, although apparently none of the rest of you did- hahahahaha, I kid. I keep forgetting that a decade ended and a new one began. Even though I was little when the 80's became the 90's, it seems like it was treated as a way bigger deal. (I won't compare it to the changing millennium, because obviously that's its own deal.)<br />
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Anyway since it's a new decade I thought it fit to personally reflect on the last one. I mean, 10 years is a long time. A person really changes and goes through a lot in 10 years. So here we go, 10 GirlFriday special memories from the 10 years of the previous decade:<br />
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1. 2000<br />
This was the year I became close friends with GirlWednesday, and I have to say it's probably my favorite thing about that year. Exploring street fairs and strange pastries in Chinatown, dealing with boy and roommate drama, doing anything to avoid homework, private dance parties-- I really loved it. This was also the year I found out that I got a job after graduation. GirlWednesday and I didn't understand what my job was, so at parties, we would tell people I was a 'banker', whatever that is.<br />
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2. 2001<br />
In 2001 I graduated college (yay, first major achievement), got my first real job, and first real apartment. I definitely started to feel like an almost-adult at that time-- paying taxes will do that to you. And I had some personal tragedy along with the nation's tragedy, so I guess it really was a year marked with growing up.<br />
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3. 2002<br />
The main thing about 2002 is that I was working in a job I really didn't like, for a variety of reasons. So, my favorite thing about that year, understandably, was a vacation I took to the West Coast. Also, I applied to grad school (I think I submitted my first application at like, midnight on December 31st, but it still counts!). I've always been proud that I identified that I was unhappy and took steps to change things.<br />
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4. 2003<br />
Without a doubt the best thing about 2003 was moving to a new part of the country and the new friends I made there. My first night, I cried my eyes out. I thought, what an idiot I am for wanting to experience new things, I should've stayed home where my friends and family are, where everything is familiar. But in the end, I met GirlMonday, GirlTuesday, and a slew of other awesome people who have become friends for life. Would not give them up for anything. Oh yeah, I also met my husband that year. Ha!<br />
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5. 2004<br />
2004 may have been one of the best years of my life because I was really happy with where I was-- physically, in terms of friendships and relationships, and what I was doing intellectually. And most importantly, I appreciated it. That time really helped me articulate what I want my life to be. A funny moment from that year is when I introduced now-HusbandFriday and his best friend to GirlWednesday for the first time. He thought she was funny and crazy, and she couldn't understand a word he was saying. But they really do love each other.<br />
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6. 2005<br />
Okay so 2005 was the year I actually became a grown-up. I took on a very intense job and it totally showed me what I was made of. Also met some cool people, one of which got to the Hollywood round on American Idol this year! And, I was reunited with now-HusbandFriday after a brief hiatus, which was unexpected and wonderful.<br />
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7. 2006<br />
That was the year it became somewhat obvious that I would marry HusbandFriday at some point; I felt really happy and certain about the whole thing. In my life up to that point, I always wondered about "how you know" when you are supposed to be with someone. When that moment came for me, it was obvious.<br />
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8. 2007<br />
In 2007, I got engaged, which was great. When it happened, I was so shocked I wanted to throw up. I mean, I was really, really happy, but the shock was overwhelming. But it felt really good to have the thing be official and to feel like my personal life was sorted out once and for all. I've written about this before, the idea that "now that's taken care of" and I can explore who I really want to be. With my best buddy right there with me.<br />
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9. 2008<br />
I got married, so that's an obvious one. I also spent the summer in a new city, in a part of the country I had never even been to before, and I really enjoyed that experience. The wedding was wonderful and the being married was even better. Also I went to Hawaii on my honeymoon, and aside from minor sicknesses and intense fatigue from the wedding activities, it was pretty dope.<br />
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10. 2009<br />
2009 just happened so I have a lot of good memories. One that sticks out in my mind is going to Las Vegas with my hubby and my brother. They ruled at the craps table and I liked playing the slots. It was my first time in Vegas as a booze-drinker and I was amazed that they brought free drinks to you! Also stayed at the <a href="http://www.encorelasvegas.com/#/homepage/">Encore</a>, which was amazing, saw <a href="http://www.encorelasvegas.com/#/entertainment/le_r_ve/">Le Reve</a>, also amazing, and had a wonderful massage and mani/pedi at the spa.<br />
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It's crazy how different life is, how different I am, and how many things I have experienced in the last 10 years. I hope the next decade is just as crazy.Girl Fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818588210630146169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394518032866305336.post-9623922314517849102010-01-12T09:06:00.002-05:002010-01-12T09:10:35.614-05:00Top 10 Worst New “Words” of the 2000s.<o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="country-region"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"Comic Sans MS"; panose-1:3 15 7 2 3 3 2 2 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:script; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" >In honor of all the jargon and buzzwords and slang that the 2000s have coined, I’m giving a shout-out to the worst.<span style=""> </span>I’ve intentionally not included some of the worst offenders because they’re not actually words, but rather celebrity uni-names. So quickly, let’s all join in to hate Brangelina, Speidi, Bennifer, Bennifer II, and everyone’s favorite, TomKat. Yuk. Now, on with the show. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" >10. Staycation- you're either staying or you're going. Does anyone actually take days off of work, pull the kids out of school and spend all day going to museums and eating at local places they’ve never tried before? I doubt it (email me if you have, as I’m dying to meet you). So travel industry and the media, you can both stop using this word like it means something to us.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" >9. Misunderestimated – my favorite made-up Bush word. There are lots of others (internets – plural), but they’re all better with context. This one just stands alone. Let’s not use this again, kay. And let’s stop pronouncing <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Iraq</st1:place></st1:country-region> as I-ROCK.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" >8. Bromance – I kind of understand the meaning behind this merged word (not that “bro” is a good word either), but it’s one the world can do without. There is no need to sexualize a relationship between two guy friends. They’re just friends. Got it?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" >7. Douche – There is some chance that this is really a late 90s word, but I’m including it on this list because it’s so terrible. There are people out there who still use this to mean someone who is lame. Please don’t, it’s actually every so slightly offensive and a little vulgar. Let’s pretend we have moved past our adolescence. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" >6. Synergy – This is actually my LEAST favorite business buzzword. And the list is long and the competition fierce, so you must know how much I hate it. This word means absolutely nothing and has gone from being a B-school, well-educated, trend word to being something anyone will throw around to sound cool. Listen people, you don’t sound cool, you don’t even know what synergy looks like. No one does. So stop using it.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" ><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" >5. Peeps – Don’t get me started on this. Please don’t say peeps. Or homies (God forbid). Just say friends. That’s what they are. You do not have a posse. You do not roll. You don’t drive an Escalade and have an entourage. You drive a Civic and communicate through Facebook. These people are not your peeps.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" >4. Bling – See above. And as an appendix, you do not play in the NBA, you do not have tats (number 11), and the gold-plated dollar sign necklace you’re wearing isn’t bling. It’s cheap. And tacky. And 1998. So stop.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" >3. ShizNit – Where in the world did this come from?? If there is anyone out there who occastionally throws out a “this is the shiznit” then please stop. Immediately. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" >2. Frenemy – You’re either friends. Or enemies. You can’t be both. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" >TIE: 1a. Snap! I hate to admit I still use this. But I’m stopping. It’s overplayed and not timeless (see Duh! circa 1997). Let’s all agree to move on to something else. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" >1b. Ginormous. This is repetition at it’s worst. If it’s gigantic, it’s probably enormous. I don’t really know if there’s much of a difference between the two. They’re synonyms, they both mean really big. Why on earth would we combine them to make a new word. Now we have three words that mean the same thing. If anyone can explain to me the exact size measurement difference between gigantic, enormous and ginormous, I would love to hear it. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><u><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" ><br /></span></u></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><u><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" >Honorable Mentions</span></u><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" >: <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" >Terror – Hard to fight a war on an emotion. Emotions don’t have tanks and guns, so I’m guessing we’re going to beat up on “terror” pretty quickly. Let’s use this one appropriately. K?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" >McMansion – I secretly “get” the reasons this word became so popular. Houses have gotten huge. But let’s give up putting Mc in front of anything. We don’t need to publicize the clown anymore than we already do. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" >Cougar – We are not cougars. You are not “cubs.” Do you hear me Courtney Cox?? <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394518032866305336.post-59931749012928972642010-01-08T11:58:00.001-05:002010-01-08T12:37:39.377-05:00Shallow and Stupid, or Realistic and Savvy?So, we're at the time in our society where women are told they can be everything and anything they want to be (however technically true this is). I have goals, many things I want to accomplish, and the certainty that my female status won't hurt-- and may even help-- my chances of achieving them. I have the desire and the means to focus on what I want and to work hard to get it. [Most] women, in many countries are afforded this luxury, and I sure do appreciate it.<br />
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However, there are moments when I think, wouldn't it be nice to be married to some toilet paper heir, or something, and not have to try so hard all the time? That's not what I really want in my heart of hearts. I have no desire to marry rich and simply enjoy the spoils. I think some girls do. Especially the girls who may not think they *have* other options, like the brains or the resources or whatever. I sometimes pity 'pretty' girls on the party scene-- the ones who seem to actually care what 'kind of car' a guy drives? (I thought that was something that only existed in movies!) But you know, maybe these girls are not so stupid. I don't mean the ones who put their energy into trying to bed Tiger Woods or get half-naked on a reality show. The ones that use their sexuality, or femininity, or whatever, and focus on finding a mate to survive, or thrive, rather. They may not be dumb, but I still feel bad for them-- at least the ones that don't think they themselves are worth it-- worth the value to develop into meaningful contributors to society with unique talents and skills. That part of it makes me kind of sad.<br />
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Thoughts?Girl Fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818588210630146169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394518032866305336.post-40009158284991637332010-01-04T17:22:00.002-05:002010-01-04T17:25:20.221-05:00Coming Next Week...I want to invite everyone to do a top-ten list of the decade next week (only if you want to). I'll kick it off on Monday.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394518032866305336.post-13061836008326626662009-12-18T15:10:00.001-05:002009-12-18T15:17:36.036-05:00How Cute Are These Boots!Today I thought I'd share my opinion on some of the commercials of the day!<br />
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Okay, I think the GAP 'cheer' commercials are awful, with the exception of the following, which I LOVE:<br />
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I'm a sucker for a nine-year old girl with 'tude. Anyone who has met my cousin knows why. I also really like this Coco Chanel Mademoiselle ad. I'm usually not a fan of young Hollywood ingenue-types, but for some reason I don't really have a problem with Keira Knightley. Cutie pie, I say! Love the song, and I'm now realizing through my research here that it's Joss Stone singing. Well done!<br />
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I can't decide how I feel about this Amazon ad. I really like the song, but the first few times I saw the commercial, I was confused about what the product was. Then when I saw that it said 'Kindle', I kind of got it. The next time I saw it, I realized that the point is that you can download a book in 60 seconds, and books take you away to magical places. I think it's cool the way the colors and fabrics change into the different scenes, but something doesn't work for me. I think the magician get-up at the end is the most off-putting.<br />
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I believe that Target has been a real innovator when it comes to great advertising, and a lot of other companies are trying desperately to copy their look-and-feel. However, I really don't like these new "Chestnuts roasting..." Target ads, which are sort of a 'cynical' take on Christmas:<br />
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I love Christmas in an unadulterated, joyful way. I don't mind realism in holidays, but I thought the following Target commercial managed to address that in a much cuter way:<br />
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I think I just relate to that chick, being a young married myself. I also adore the ads that addressed the economic situation in a way that actually made me feel hopeful and upbeat-- who would think a TV ad could do that?<br />
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Okay, now to the commercial I truly detest over all others. I think it is complete pretentious hipster nonsense. Here is the extended version, I hope you hate it as much as me.<br />
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Thoughts?Girl Fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818588210630146169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394518032866305336.post-12054715223982172712009-12-15T06:00:00.002-05:002009-12-15T06:00:05.293-05:00Reprise of metro commuting rageI'm sorry. I know one of my first <a href="http://http//weekdaydish.blogspot.com/2008_10_05_archive.html">rants </a>on this blog had to do with my hatred of public transportation. Perhaps as part of my new year's resolution (in addition to eating better and exercising more), I will work on being the happy-go-lucky, perky, upbeat version of myself that doesn't stoop so low as to engage in such weekly bitchfests. But, until then, I give you my top ten most-hated things about wmata.<br /><br />10. Middle-aged women who wrap their arms around the poles and read the paper so that you can't possibly hold on.<br />9. Anyone speaking on a blue tooth headset while riding a train. Not only will your signal cut in and out-- you look absolutely bat s#$t crazy talking to your self. Please stop.<br />8. Any man over the age of 25 who head bops to their i-pod.<br />7. The people who sit on the aisle seat even though the window seat is empty just so they a) don't have to share, and b) can get off as soon as humanly possible when the train stops.<br />6. People who don't give up their seats for senior citizens, or pregnant women. Have some decency. Cripes.<br />5. Corrolary to 6: People who act inconvenienced by the existence of a stroller, wheelchair, or motor scooter that wants to take their prized position leaning by the door. Get over yourself and get out of the way.<br />4. In contrast, anyone who brings a bike on the metro during the no-bike hours deserves all the mean looks they get. So do the stupid station managers who failed to stop them. Our tax dollars at work.<br />3. The days when I miss the express guy at the top of the escalators and have to stare at the floor to avoid awkward eye contact during my morning commute.<br />2. Venturing down to the platform after 8 pm and finding a wait time of more than 20 minutes. Honestly, my day has been long enough- why do you have to inflict MORE torture, metro.<br />And finally,<br />1. People who shove their way through to the door when the train hasn't even stopped yet. I still hate these people.Girl Tuesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05140645982955174353noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394518032866305336.post-10990094504680125982009-12-11T09:39:00.002-05:002009-12-11T09:40:10.868-05:00Sigh.Another a show I love <a href="http://blog.zap2it.com/frominsidethebox/2009/12/flight-of-the-conchords-is-grounded.html">canceled</a>. I appreciated Flight of the Concords not just for the funny songs they created, but the story lines and the comedy moments were really great.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But I will be fine as long as HBO brings back <a href="http://www.hbo.com/biglove/">Big Love</a>. Which it is in January. That one is truly one of my faves. If you are looking for something new to get into, please get these on DVD. When I first started watching this show, I thought my main attraction to it would be the groups of people portrayed-- polygamists, Mormons-- because I find myself empathizing with them and their sometimes outsider status. But like any other good drama, you find yourselves identifying and rooting for these characters in ways that transcend their labels. Isn't that the best kind of entertainment? Bravo. Plus, I love Margene's clothes.<br />
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</div>Girl Fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818588210630146169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394518032866305336.post-12084894561884630892009-12-09T08:00:00.006-05:002009-12-09T08:00:01.328-05:00Wednesday's Movie MarathonThis past Thanksgiving weekend my family and I had a movie marathon weekend. First we gorged on movie trailers, which was extremely exciting. Then we spent an hour or so at Blockbuster- the new releases isle. Three movies chosen. The second night we played more trailers off the Movies On Demand menu. One movie chosen. The third night we were in the mood for something spooky, but not gory.<br />Here are my thoughts, from least favorite to most enjoyable.<br /><br />FRANKLYN<br />I have no idea what this movie is about.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaIMCFBtdSkt-oRJ-wjkqA9xAydpkdpfNkT1usv2-Y95oNDrfCaOFtt5wU5dOX1Le1JBLKy6_3-NtE88mqAwWvLkUXSR6MSQkA9Q1RdzvdZ7qWUaEHD78O9YI6IBwxgXkph8PUQFZ0zYY/s1600-h/franklyn_xl_04--film-A.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaIMCFBtdSkt-oRJ-wjkqA9xAydpkdpfNkT1usv2-Y95oNDrfCaOFtt5wU5dOX1Le1JBLKy6_3-NtE88mqAwWvLkUXSR6MSQkA9Q1RdzvdZ7qWUaEHD78O9YI6IBwxgXkph8PUQFZ0zYY/s320/franklyn_xl_04--film-A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412298286184755474" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It was chosen because it's description in the "On Demand" menu said it was about <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">parallel</span> worlds, which is usually an easy win with me. However, in this case the eerie, dark world (think "Dark City," only not nearly as good)- though beautiful- made absolutely no sense to me until I read the Wikipedia entry about the movie. And then there's Eva Green who's suicidal with an imaginary red-haired twin.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkyK1DQASKJG9-3yzVrbfjVVQxPOwsAz2DzGtG3N9uM-clOF3pFWLgBYnwczdbhP9FkN_qrBIJaNje6GaN4l5k78okQM4Qe73M7zVlpQedeLS18_OWa7dqo3AVcTCZCLCiCJDhS6_6Mzw/s1600-h/rtuk_feature_franklyn_02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkyK1DQASKJG9-3yzVrbfjVVQxPOwsAz2DzGtG3N9uM-clOF3pFWLgBYnwczdbhP9FkN_qrBIJaNje6GaN4l5k78okQM4Qe73M7zVlpQedeLS18_OWa7dqo3AVcTCZCLCiCJDhS6_6Mzw/s320/rtuk_feature_franklyn_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412303552231307202" border="0" /></a><br />Ryan Phillippe in the evil alter-world. I think it was a drug-induced dillusion, though cannot be certain.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />ANGELS AND DEMONS<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQtzVo8JsFJibJgHm1gTZHT-VquouVhSU_UJJNK2mWWY1o1g_BHthcjNWumuJxJ7wKibR_4QDOPA31atwqP5IBK7yysJcgLEcXhOOMvUVMTmbmyK8EjLCyAkdUCD6zmHxp-vMbEMGAqAQ/s1600-h/angels-and-demons-113_m3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQtzVo8JsFJibJgHm1gTZHT-VquouVhSU_UJJNK2mWWY1o1g_BHthcjNWumuJxJ7wKibR_4QDOPA31atwqP5IBK7yysJcgLEcXhOOMvUVMTmbmyK8EjLCyAkdUCD6zmHxp-vMbEMGAqAQ/s320/angels-and-demons-113_m3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412286822844873058" border="0" /></a><br />It was fun, certainly exciting-- albeit heavy-handed in a number of ways (including the initial anti-Vatican messages, book-ended with pro-Christianity sentiment) in that true Hollywood style where <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">nothing's</span> subtle. But it was a fast-paced scavenger hunt through Rome, with lots of cinematic moments. Plus, I still like Tom Hanks. Plus, my parents have a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">BlueRay</span> DVD player.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />THE TAKING OF <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">PELHAM</span> 1 2 3<br />I'm so glad <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Denzel</span> swore off love scenes. Sigh.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghy1DayXkgvblWloVfY4jKaAN930PKk0SVX_rXbBh0fPIFiHo7U8W4DzJPBOUYOxyfhllcgHzVnEekjXkocGX2ZOYK2etZDKcSOAoJ0utlArim57jiMxkKAcn1zKrnbDnN8Nl3eAqDF9g/s1600-h/pelham123top1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 152px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghy1DayXkgvblWloVfY4jKaAN930PKk0SVX_rXbBh0fPIFiHo7U8W4DzJPBOUYOxyfhllcgHzVnEekjXkocGX2ZOYK2etZDKcSOAoJ0utlArim57jiMxkKAcn1zKrnbDnN8Nl3eAqDF9g/s320/pelham123top1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412296300231953426" border="0" /></a><br />This was a good movie! As a New Yorker, I find the idea of out-of-control subway cars to be very very scary!<br />And John Travolta sort of looks like a the long-lost (gay) member of U2. And that's entertaining!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />TRICK R' TREAT<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoxsXiveMh35zzNcfO2PTvGgXkWr2a8EFnNqf1tMz1XBeXGU3TsAtqo1hOUz6vsySRd9Y2EPW0hheOUqvXQMYIBqMvFAIxoL6Q1I5oJsU6Sf-NHdtFwJDC4KDhoBvoV2Qc0v4xvAlhsCg/s1600-h/trick-r-treat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoxsXiveMh35zzNcfO2PTvGgXkWr2a8EFnNqf1tMz1XBeXGU3TsAtqo1hOUz6vsySRd9Y2EPW0hheOUqvXQMYIBqMvFAIxoL6Q1I5oJsU6Sf-NHdtFwJDC4KDhoBvoV2Qc0v4xvAlhsCg/s320/trick-r-treat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412311904673685474" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This was our scary-movie fix. The movie covers Halloween in suburbia. It's boo-scary and cringing, terrifying fear at once, with a vintage-horror feel. There's teenagers, creepy high school principals, local folklore, zombie kids, and sexy vampires.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT588s200WQxG_GYmJUXmCdm474QOH65LfSxbBX_V2qFt6AMdvrNvrxUPN2NVX7gFFilInnjqzbaSVllMtkA551hqoCqk425eBQGEkCMkbCsvAPUjNwEFlI3NhXLnd-ZrBF4DoF6b9DgI/s1600-h/trickrtreatpic10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT588s200WQxG_GYmJUXmCdm474QOH65LfSxbBX_V2qFt6AMdvrNvrxUPN2NVX7gFFilInnjqzbaSVllMtkA551hqoCqk425eBQGEkCMkbCsvAPUjNwEFlI3NhXLnd-ZrBF4DoF6b9DgI/s320/trickrtreatpic10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412312968749073330" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EeAyIQ_OT_I">THE FALL </a>(BY TARSEM)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim__-QaH0MQCyrKaRieG3542miuRuJOxVQq6qlcvWNj6vlNZ41izs39nSZ_R8SHWva5B1k7L428-hxJR-Ts7sGyA_JP8ViiUOLHPyDXr1XAjpgYVKfPKSBdUzOCNMuMPxed6T2AeaWJgk/s1600-h/Fall+5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim__-QaH0MQCyrKaRieG3542miuRuJOxVQq6qlcvWNj6vlNZ41izs39nSZ_R8SHWva5B1k7L428-hxJR-Ts7sGyA_JP8ViiUOLHPyDXr1XAjpgYVKfPKSBdUzOCNMuMPxed6T2AeaWJgk/s320/Fall+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412306006796270786" border="0" /></a><br />Let me just take all the credit up front and let you know that this was MY Blockbuster pick. My family was wary of my choice, but once this movie started, everyone became pulled into this amazingly vivid story.<br />And it has since become one of my all-time favorite movies.<br /><br />Click on the movie's name above to watch the trailer.<br /><br />I am a sucker for spectacle and fantasy and stories within stories. This is all of that-- and it has a plot! And it takes place in 1940s Los Angeles. And it stars Lee Pace (of "Pushing Up Dasies") and when he's the Blue Bandit, he's wearing eye liner and normally I'm not into that kind of thing but my goodness it works here.<br /><br />It's one of the most beautiful movies I've ever seen, so here are some pictures.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcteuN8IHId1HcrVWLcWhlDycuYrS0K87TS4_Sv2Q9KZ-q-mCqa79vgiS12bOpp56vSZc7uRLdDgLwB9xLPiXBS5k7AjureAEjmYD9n89DXtXlgFaz6OXzBQgOzNpow7WnVGRjXgXbWPQ/s1600-h/the_fall_11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcteuN8IHId1HcrVWLcWhlDycuYrS0K87TS4_Sv2Q9KZ-q-mCqa79vgiS12bOpp56vSZc7uRLdDgLwB9xLPiXBS5k7AjureAEjmYD9n89DXtXlgFaz6OXzBQgOzNpow7WnVGRjXgXbWPQ/s320/the_fall_11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412308917027051234" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIZyNZJ1G3kMxTjtG5YVEOsT-qNKi7md4EtW7aKZ_qWz0_IpdcqJ9K5lsn_28BhApJnx3bwJfnW_Q9FqlLVGsjt23vbZ0Y4Ai4Ad8kWYcH330re7AeL3Fu2xCbsoDCpNKwvYpQo9wSBK0/s1600-h/the-fall.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 145px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIZyNZJ1G3kMxTjtG5YVEOsT-qNKi7md4EtW7aKZ_qWz0_IpdcqJ9K5lsn_28BhApJnx3bwJfnW_Q9FqlLVGsjt23vbZ0Y4Ai4Ad8kWYcH330re7AeL3Fu2xCbsoDCpNKwvYpQo9wSBK0/s320/the-fall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412309129689925682" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz3wr2cu9GJq4FtQUxqT_slWSIkEej1vWEdqxNIwFnY6REF2CmToYx0DpMd30UY_zsm9T7zAJsNaGfe8Gd9tlaKUiZv-nSm2H2i3p5xdzhMMdV6R-DTSPkbbHI7NSY13if5a_zOX9ElwY/s1600-h/the+fall.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz3wr2cu9GJq4FtQUxqT_slWSIkEej1vWEdqxNIwFnY6REF2CmToYx0DpMd30UY_zsm9T7zAJsNaGfe8Gd9tlaKUiZv-nSm2H2i3p5xdzhMMdV6R-DTSPkbbHI7NSY13if5a_zOX9ElwY/s320/the+fall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412309259588218962" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0mct1D0h4ergR_2tC_P5QbFYi7H5lEdKim2HH0BpUnkmv7sS0hGtRnh7oWaeWgmno9_L8yJCtqcR9aCqRmrUeaxJwSjW1Lhtgfo9UbpF5wibdwxndSVowDXbPR8n7aMpvP0O2541nx3Y/s1600-h/thefall3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0mct1D0h4ergR_2tC_P5QbFYi7H5lEdKim2HH0BpUnkmv7sS0hGtRnh7oWaeWgmno9_L8yJCtqcR9aCqRmrUeaxJwSjW1Lhtgfo9UbpF5wibdwxndSVowDXbPR8n7aMpvP0O2541nx3Y/s320/thefall3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412309412804879218" border="0" /></a>Girl Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17173732816341895570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394518032866305336.post-89537418468970310462009-12-08T08:00:00.000-05:002009-12-08T08:00:06.852-05:00Turn about is fair playSo, HT and I have decided that our role in purchasing presents for our nephew is to spoil him wrotten with presents that annoy his parents. Actually, that's not ENTIRELY true-- we've done well so far at just forcing his dad to fold 4 dozen cardboard bricks and make his mom blow up the giant inflatable bowling set. His first christmas we gave him books, and I'm always a sucker for tot-sized Ralph Lauren clothing. . . but this Christmas, we're pretty sure we're crossing the line towards annoying. I can't say for certain lest his mom or dad venture this way before the 25th, but I'm fairly sure that we're well on our way to being crazy Aunt and UncleTuesday. I'm sure that 5, 10, or 15 years down the road when BigBrotherTuesday is picking out presents for our currently-imaginary little ones or digging up stories from my youth which our children can hold against them, I may regret it. But for now, I find some sort of odd pleasure out of knowing how loud and obnoxious this year's gift will be. I guess sibling rivalries never really die, they just take new forms. :) Love you much, BigBrother.Girl Tuesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05140645982955174353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394518032866305336.post-78255664139121115082009-12-04T13:09:00.000-05:002009-12-04T13:09:55.660-05:00Tim Tebow Drinking GameI want to apologize to anyone who has no idea who Tim Tebow, (sub)Urban Meyer or Verne Lundquist are. I'm really excited about the big game tomorrow, and I thought this was really funny:<div><div><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">In honor of Tebow's sheer awesomeness, we give you the Tebow SEC Championship Drinking Game!</span><br />
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* Drink every time Tebow's called "a leader," then salute.<br />
* Drink every time Tebow's called a "special athlete," then yell "Tiiiimmmmmmmmay!"<br />
* Finish your drink if the announcers suggest Tebow should win the Heisman again this year.<br />
* Drink every time Tebow points to the sky. Then realize the only reason the sky hasn't fallen is the strength of his pointing.<br />
* Drink every time Tebow references God. Or himself. Tom-A-to. Tom-ah-to.<br />
* Drink every time he's shown on the sidelines flapping his arms like a bird to pump up the crowd.<br />
* If (when) Tebow actually takes flight, finish your drink and do a shot.<br />
* Drink every time Tebow's on camera for no reason when the Florida defense is on the field.<br />
* Drink every time Tebow is seen screaming with his helmet off.<br />
* Drink every time they show a "I Heart Tebow" sign in the stands.<br />
*Drink every time Tebow is called "a warrior."<br />
* Shot every time they mention his experience as missionary.<br />
* If they mention him performing circumcisions in the Philippines while he was a missionary - Chug your beer, do a shot of Patron.<br />
* Drink every time Meyer touches Tebow. Finish the beer if he puts his arm around Tebow. <strong><u><br />
</u></strong>* Drink every time they show Tebow's face black. If you can read the bible verse, take a double shot. Take a triple shot if Verne actually quotes the bible verse.<br />
* Drink if they reference "The Promise". Take a double if they play the whole thing. Take a triple if they show the plaque at Florida Field.<br />
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(Disclaimer: Playing the Tebow drinking game may well result in death. So don't do it. Ever. Not even in jest. The content above this disclaimer is a joke, not a suggestion. If you're dumb enough to do it, just pray Tebow is nearby. Only he can save you. Him or a local hospital with a stomach pump.)</span><br />
</div></div>Girl Fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818588210630146169noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394518032866305336.post-2926099551402691492009-12-03T12:33:00.002-05:002009-12-03T12:53:04.912-05:00Norway Spruce TreesSo for our Reception Joe and I bought a total of 300 Norway Spruce Trees to give away as favors when people left that night. They were nicely wrapped in a cute container and it even had instructions on how to make a bird feeder with the plastic part once you planted your tree.<div>(We were going for the green idea)</div><div>Well everyone loved the trees and took one or maybe two on there way out. So what was left I was really trying to give everyone around 10 to plant! I mean come on free small spruce trees to plant in your yard or in your favorite part of town! </div><div><br /></div><div>So since we have come home we now have a refrigerator stocked full of Norway Spruce trees and everywhere we go we keep spotting out places we can plant a tree. We have tried a few places and either they have restrictions on planting or it wont grow. Sad! </div><div><br /></div><div>I think we will just have to grow them in our apartment and see what kind of jungle we live in in the next year while they grow :)</div>Girl Thurshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16276075130355947569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394518032866305336.post-22514914823208979342009-12-02T18:08:00.001-05:002009-12-02T18:13:04.722-05:00Tree Lighting!<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwN4q1WmUnh1HvqMh-xp0NZnOQmwVYAyChYINEf1KPcGF5hUqfbdRjVL8zJe0yeuWjH5kRlPA-yfOtm3QjwXw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Girl Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17173732816341895570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394518032866305336.post-41665294865764882582009-12-02T17:52:00.004-05:002009-12-02T17:56:52.507-05:00Dreamy TV Man Pick of the Week: Buy More<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGugTf9UHrTJPEOCJLgTc8IzfDlKg9Ie4IGvaHoZJaVyB-DEU3NnpcTFuPvxDm1VNOtkKOmU_MYY5t28xPl3ZmzZQc-HfpOENdPd67kv8Fub6dbUeNePL9moTCcI1gRlgoCjoMFvxHmnc/s1600-h/zachary-levi-chuck-bartowski.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGugTf9UHrTJPEOCJLgTc8IzfDlKg9Ie4IGvaHoZJaVyB-DEU3NnpcTFuPvxDm1VNOtkKOmU_MYY5t28xPl3ZmzZQc-HfpOENdPd67kv8Fub6dbUeNePL9moTCcI1gRlgoCjoMFvxHmnc/s320/zachary-levi-chuck-bartowski.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410775619959777330" border="0" /></a><br />It's Chuck! Or in "real life," Zachary Levi."<br /><br />I just want everyone to know that I tripped over this man's foot today while getting into the elevator at work today and he was very nice-- even self-<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">deprecating</span>-- about it.Girl Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17173732816341895570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394518032866305336.post-18951561853624154142009-12-02T08:00:00.001-05:002009-12-02T11:20:24.606-05:00Wednesday's Weekend: What Not to Wear, Really<div style="text-align: left;">This July I fractured my ankle and was forced to wear a giant, bulky air cast for weeks. I wobbled around Manhattan like a cripple, developed new-found appreciation for this city's handicapped population, and new-found appreciation for New Yorkers in general, who were so kind and often accommodating and helpful.<br /><br />I was frequently stopped by fellow pedestrians to discuss my injury, and so they could share their personal stories. Many told me I'd develop back pain from my balance being thrown; they said the pain and swelling in my ankle would come back periodically for months; some said it'd be years before I would be fully without pain.<br /><br />There was one side effect, however, of which no one warned me: my fractured ankle left me suddenly fashion impaired.<br /><br />After the cast came off in August, I could only wear comfortable flats. And nearly all the work pants I own are tailored for heels. And wearing skirts with flats made me feel dowdy. So I began wearing jeans to work. And jeans led to comfy T-shirts. Every once in a while I'd wear jeans and T-shirts and sneakers. And one morning I woke up and realized I didn't dress like a TV gal anymore, and worse-- I couldn't remember<span style="font-style: italic;"> how to</span> dress. I couldn't remember what clothes made me feel happy, or confident. I began to wonder if I ever felt confident in my work clothes and I couldn't remember a time that I did. And even worse-- I realized that I was hiding. Even though I was really into my work (going into caves!), I inadvertently didn't put myself out there for recognition or promotion. I didn't want to encounter anyone important, so I stayed well below the radar.<br /><br />One day soon after my revelation, I admitted this to my sister. She couldn't understand why I hadn't come to her sooner. My sister has really great style, has an impeccable eye for colors and textures and shapes. She is also an artist, with her own clothing and jewelery line (see <a href="http://www.mylieclothing.com/">Mylie</a>). She reminded me that one needs to dress for the job she wants... She told me she wanted to come into the city and go through my closet with me to help get my life back on track. And I let her. Below is a photo essay of this experience.<br /><br />Closet Before:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiEW7Dj5TE60KP1lYRj6kwNmWywU9Gb5rGc4PCCmh1C-qSmXjsk1BggRChPvFguVFfl23Xq92B_7RpkYJBvXpjbta_t7CD_Xyo8E7WUR5AF8nN-6BhbVf2Xk-fqqahhDKU7A8GlcLvTHo/s1600-h/closet+before+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiEW7Dj5TE60KP1lYRj6kwNmWywU9Gb5rGc4PCCmh1C-qSmXjsk1BggRChPvFguVFfl23Xq92B_7RpkYJBvXpjbta_t7CD_Xyo8E7WUR5AF8nN-6BhbVf2Xk-fqqahhDKU7A8GlcLvTHo/s320/closet+before+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410484487727990786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Shoes before:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwf_W8FKUp0JDwwN4zuVkiJOWhk_A0P4UxsOTEFE7G1Wn6qSIkY7pUtbBnJtq8D2bU1HDRf2ezNabjKomE8fAjmzgEPKdu-xkiq5pk6li8tgxlDvfBjqnQudZC03UFinv6clfs7bCPD1o/s1600-h/shoes+before+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwf_W8FKUp0JDwwN4zuVkiJOWhk_A0P4UxsOTEFE7G1Wn6qSIkY7pUtbBnJtq8D2bU1HDRf2ezNabjKomE8fAjmzgEPKdu-xkiq5pk6li8tgxlDvfBjqnQudZC03UFinv6clfs7bCPD1o/s320/shoes+before+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410485070152525986" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Step One: Pull all the shoes out and evaluate.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6vSzYlhRwaf15v6wjsGJWIeNnm98SkaQCPww1gicASH7QAB_cpoLfx4bndzJI9DRs3Y-P9QRCIn5PoSwHSuruORdaiMT8bm-SuHvBkFjh_j4IGYiPtjiCC6RvV4gIXxuby9k-JfC0QGk/s1600-h/pulling+the+shoes+out.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6vSzYlhRwaf15v6wjsGJWIeNnm98SkaQCPww1gicASH7QAB_cpoLfx4bndzJI9DRs3Y-P9QRCIn5PoSwHSuruORdaiMT8bm-SuHvBkFjh_j4IGYiPtjiCC6RvV4gIXxuby9k-JfC0QGk/s320/pulling+the+shoes+out.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410485473249486946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Did I really need these?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6bg5bCxXm6nOtiI7LRhoyEbd7uCDiZeMllOQZT4RiM5_1Agcji8hJzFB0R-0UCLXfjWnZcODfpskuO4TYJVZ2ALqPbLL7J7AMLtKkOls-XM07INvUndTjSLCP4P9n7awlJKMohPi69Zc/s1600-h/useless+shoes+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6bg5bCxXm6nOtiI7LRhoyEbd7uCDiZeMllOQZT4RiM5_1Agcji8hJzFB0R-0UCLXfjWnZcODfpskuO4TYJVZ2ALqPbLL7J7AMLtKkOls-XM07INvUndTjSLCP4P9n7awlJKMohPi69Zc/s320/useless+shoes+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410485879326480098" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Step Two: Pull all clothes out.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8CpEzZPFdCWaCGB6s4S_rOeg6yVQUSf1vLY9IoPvzWxAyRnLjax5LD60iqX72R1l__6wg_WS6o1TS2Et81Ztv5IVo4_YEnBu-MvV2Wd5taZWukW_7Cc58Vk9rrcq9gQ8IEyjnyUbicrY/s1600-h/clothes+on+bed.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8CpEzZPFdCWaCGB6s4S_rOeg6yVQUSf1vLY9IoPvzWxAyRnLjax5LD60iqX72R1l__6wg_WS6o1TS2Et81Ztv5IVo4_YEnBu-MvV2Wd5taZWukW_7Cc58Vk9rrcq9gQ8IEyjnyUbicrY/s320/clothes+on+bed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410486198987616914" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Step Three: Try everything on. Sister shows you how it's done.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia8yL8qS93QAiR4qZqZcGu8MnVLjz1duTjR-tilNagbWMr01MZjTJPm8koaLIok9ozIkmhNy3A7RCTlayZ53FUGM8m3BoaK-c3GC59H7SItJ41tyZ1MRagzi-lh-hzaMdeSneXVpmWsaQ/s1600-h/try+everything+on.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia8yL8qS93QAiR4qZqZcGu8MnVLjz1duTjR-tilNagbWMr01MZjTJPm8koaLIok9ozIkmhNy3A7RCTlayZ53FUGM8m3BoaK-c3GC59H7SItJ41tyZ1MRagzi-lh-hzaMdeSneXVpmWsaQ/s320/try+everything+on.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410487989396900210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Step Four: Make a list of things that go together, and a list of things you need. Here, little sis is hard at work.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHde4hrJo_gBoJSAYHEpZ_z-jryc0WBUZKPnwOjtG30tTe8HjfYNTCXZzk_Lz7eD6pDi4JST0cqvFbAR5a-fA6Ui33GBxMlGKj2VONdRHcL5Shhti-l7Lfvw4zPijKAcGVU8xERHE09RE/s1600-h/sister+at+work.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHde4hrJo_gBoJSAYHEpZ_z-jryc0WBUZKPnwOjtG30tTe8HjfYNTCXZzk_Lz7eD6pDi4JST0cqvFbAR5a-fA6Ui33GBxMlGKj2VONdRHcL5Shhti-l7Lfvw4zPijKAcGVU8xERHE09RE/s320/sister+at+work.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410486680757999954" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Step Five: Eat. This is a tiring process.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwKsK298hW4C_xaGDAa0KA0cidFlc73GbfLJ366iXfUR7xLT_hwyJvt-34nsOZVEhwDD23T7X0s90_E8V_-VZ7V6GLyDqm3myQbW_XUUHXL2FOixAQhq8yvrK4DwP0ZeljqTkdSoLedrY/s1600-h/cupcakes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwKsK298hW4C_xaGDAa0KA0cidFlc73GbfLJ366iXfUR7xLT_hwyJvt-34nsOZVEhwDD23T7X0s90_E8V_-VZ7V6GLyDqm3myQbW_XUUHXL2FOixAQhq8yvrK4DwP0ZeljqTkdSoLedrY/s320/cupcakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410487013910899282" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Step Six: Make a bag of things to give away.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx5is9kt9RjGdJzt2y17h6veIgQ7QCsO8TcxYULetze1tpankNm5jmGTrbhNruiEXteKGsANgLPqSQrycIqb083K_ESUsMYqG0kAjIJLJayzH_15AENokPd3CKIk9TxxWkiwfsXqw-f4w/s1600-h/starting+to+get+rid.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx5is9kt9RjGdJzt2y17h6veIgQ7QCsO8TcxYULetze1tpankNm5jmGTrbhNruiEXteKGsANgLPqSQrycIqb083K_ESUsMYqG0kAjIJLJayzH_15AENokPd3CKIk9TxxWkiwfsXqw-f4w/s320/starting+to+get+rid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410487472975139250" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />End Results:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglPar5vj3O5VjLjBWBJO7nxlf5ImKfAdNr8wltmXKCmJWPTvoDzEw8BM7QAJa4wzFNGccmB_OZXJHBMEUwm33BI7uwlnN82VX-syEehUR6zwIA48TR4pKfNgneBmVaNy9BHM-NQaCkKNA/s1600-h/new+closet.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglPar5vj3O5VjLjBWBJO7nxlf5ImKfAdNr8wltmXKCmJWPTvoDzEw8BM7QAJa4wzFNGccmB_OZXJHBMEUwm33BI7uwlnN82VX-syEehUR6zwIA48TR4pKfNgneBmVaNy9BHM-NQaCkKNA/s320/new+closet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410488609177699074" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDOlSAAB7Iimjl2-LUhB5-zbmq_kxCRejC0UOhQmqmJdvQX9C_9YaPw07brU3sQEiUZt-Ld4bmT30uNZa5CH4ktEzAjW62eOaF-98bUvVtcdrHkqESbvPPtE7r8dYBgPy_pg7yFlh-4E8/s1600-h/shoes+after.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDOlSAAB7Iimjl2-LUhB5-zbmq_kxCRejC0UOhQmqmJdvQX9C_9YaPw07brU3sQEiUZt-Ld4bmT30uNZa5CH4ktEzAjW62eOaF-98bUvVtcdrHkqESbvPPtE7r8dYBgPy_pg7yFlh-4E8/s320/shoes+after.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410488973676878354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The happy ending to this makeover fairytale is that I didn't have to buy anything new! Almost everything I needed was already there- I just needed to get rid of the sloppy stuff, set some rules (no blue jeans to work!).<br /></div>Girl Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17173732816341895570noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394518032866305336.post-91289539462783793042009-12-01T12:01:00.002-05:002009-12-01T12:01:00.153-05:00Coaching CarouselYesterday it was <a href="http://http//sports.espn.go.com/ncf/news/story?id=4700891">Charlie Weiss</a>; today it's Bobby Bowden. <a href="http://http//sports.espn.go.com/ncf/news/story?id=4691273">Dan Hawkins </a>was lucky enough to survive, and folks like <a href="http://http//sports.espn.go.com/ncf/news/story?id=4683762">Rich Rodriguez </a>and <a href="http://http//sports.espn.go.com/ncf/news/story?page=bottom10112409">Mark Richt </a>have at least another year to prove their worth (at least as far as predictions hold at the moment). As the NCAA football season comes to a close this weekend and we enter the brief down time before the bowl season begins, the coaching carousel has entered full swing. For those of you who, like me up until probably 10 years ago thought that the college football season lasted a mere 14 weeks with the exception of the new years bowl games, you are sorely mistaken. This is the start of the gossip season; with fans and press taking out their frustrations and boredom on the pages of ESPN.com's discusison pages, local newspaper websites, or, in the cases of some truly avid fans, their own blogs. The coaching carousel fills the void between awards shows; then come the 30-some odd bowl games; then recruiting news occupies the ether from the final play of the national championship game until February signing day, and finally, the long, cold winter sets in until the Spring Games arrive. In the world of 24-hour news cycles, football fans can be thankful that the internet has stretched the glorious 14 weeks of fall for at least a few more months of the year. <br /><br />When I started this post, I'd planned to make fun of the people who know and follow all of this stuff. But, having written it, I have to say, I'm sad to see the season end. Perhaps I'll go check out the latest rumors to bide the time. . .Girl Tuesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05140645982955174353noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394518032866305336.post-28900812605288307422009-12-01T08:00:00.002-05:002009-12-01T08:00:08.633-05:00In case you haven't seen it alreadyI know I'm not original in any way by posting this, but I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE the muppets. My holiday season officially kicks off with my annual post-Thanksgiving viewing of A Muppet Christmas Carol, and this video was a pleasant early present this year :).<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tgbNymZ7vqY">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tgbNymZ7vqY</a>Girl Tuesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05140645982955174353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394518032866305336.post-90152417163616417762009-11-27T12:22:00.001-05:002009-11-27T12:22:00.187-05:00James Perry for MayorI am loving this <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_8S24JAUsVE">ad</a>.Girl Fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818588210630146169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394518032866305336.post-65867760584241454912009-11-27T08:00:00.001-05:002009-11-27T08:00:01.977-05:00He wears izods, I wear t-shirtsI implore you to check out this cover of Taylor Swift's "You Belong With Me" by Butch Walker and the Black Widows that I'm obsessed with. Click <a href="http://www.myspace.com/butchwalker">here</a> and scroll down a little to the Music section on the right to play it.Girl Fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818588210630146169noreply@blogger.com0