Thursday, November 29, 2012
As far as BSS goes...I'll just write about what I can't live without. Superficially speaking...
1. Baby Powder.
It's not #1 by coincidence. If you don't know the power of the powder, you're about to. Baby powder is what keeps my coworkers (and probably loved ones) from thinking I'm a total hobo. No, I don't put it on my body. Gross...its place is clearly on unwashed hair. As most highlighted blondes know, a day or two (or three?) without a wash can cause some serious rootage. And that's where the BP comes in. Not only will you find the smell pleasant, sort of like a newborn's head, but you'll also gain at least an hour of your life. *Teenagehood proved that "doin' hair" meant at least an hour to plan for Dad to wait in the garage. Wise man to make himself scarce with that much electricity and aerosol under one roof.
2. A big fricken bag, with a clutch inside it.
I carry around a lot of crap. I live on a boat. I have two offices to go between, and a freakish obsession with being prepared for just about anything. Band aids, a tube of Aquaphor, this month's bills...all in the big fricken bag. The burden of it is gone anytime, since I can pull out the clutch (a houndstooth one at this point in time), that holds the bare necessities (and a shout wipe) and then do what I please. I recommend a clutch-in-a-big-fricken-bag any day of the week. Feel free to quote me.
3. A GREAT pair of black boots
Nothing makes me happier than shoes in general. But great black boots really make my day. Since I house all of my apparel in a 3 foot tall "closet" and my trunk, the rotation of Fall/Winter attire grows dull rather quickly. Ya know what makes those outfits seem like they're brand spankin' new?
(I won't insult you with an obvious answer)
There are a few more, but I don't want to overwhelm you, or transform this whatever-kind-of-blog-it-is into a Beauty-Fashion-Tips-kind-of-Blog. Not that we don't need those tips (Lord knows that's what my in the know friends are for) but tips from me? I think you could probably live without. I don't even wash my hair for crying out loud.
What I'm REALLY thankful for (aside from what's on the leaf cards and this post...and Downton Abbey) is my sweet, sweet little family: The Hub and the 'daughts. Pretty sure that's what it's all about.
Until next time......
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
I hate being that girl...no, not the one whose hair naturally dries straight and shiny. Not the one that is tan year-round (I obviously choose to be either pale OR red year round instead)... The girl I really hate being says things like "Oh my gosh, things are just so crazy right now" and "I don't think I've ever been this busy!"
I'm totally that girl.
But can I just say, life is SO BUSY right now! See how annoying that is?
In the midst of all that is and is about to be going on (which will undoubtedly ensure new adventures to blog about) I am in the "Travel Month" of work. This means I go around Southern California, wearing a green polo shirt, and energetically saying things like, "What kind of program are you looking for today?!" It gets tough to keep the energy up when someone like me hits the road at 6am. My husband is certain I'm the sweetest female in the world- unless he's waking me up before 8. I'm doing a fantastic job of fooling him the rest of the day.
Travel Month starts today, with a two hour commute. The first of many travel days has taught me a few things. #1 Having my latte at 5:45 instead of 7:30 means my caffeine high (and what a high it is) nears completion sooner than it really should. 11:30 is here and I'm tempted to climb under my 6 foot display and catch some 'mimi's. My last name has a silent J in it now so I'm allowed to use Spanish catch phrases, in case you hadn't heard. On a typical work day my crash would come around 2:00 and the one square of dark chocolate (sometimes two depending on my afternoon's caloric intake, or my emotions) helps make the process a little less tragic. Remember the One-Dove-Egg rule last Spring? I apply the same principles even outside of the passover season. Impressed? You're not...that's fine. It's clear to me that I have a caffeine problem. This may explain my resent and consistent questioning, "Was that an aftershock?!" after San Diego's latest summer quakes. Note, it was never an aftershock. I'm just shaky. This is why I have established staunch concrete rules for myself, they seem to help; one homemade latte in the morning and if I'm lucky, a small portion of dark chocolate in the afternoon. On a serious note, if you struggle with Migraines, finding a caffeine routine that works with your body is KEY! You can look out for my memoir one day, that will include tips on migraine control.
Second realization you ask, that doesn't have to do with the fact that I'm a fiend: At big schools (unlike my precious Alma mater) people have innovative ways of getting around. While I try to give every student encounter an objective 'tude, I have a very hard time taking someone on a razor seriously as a prospective stu. Note: our awesome team calls them "stu's."
While this next fun fact doesn't warrant being called a realization (it's more of a jealous and catty comment) I will say that undergraduate college students definitely still go Back-to-School shopping. I can spot a Back-to-School outfit from a mile away...and I'm spotting 'em all over the place. How did I miss that opportunity? Are parents funding this?
Alright, I'll wrap this up (since my provided box lunch is here).
#3 Ford focuses are stupid cars. It's my rental for today...and it's kinda stupid. Sorry Focus owners.
#4 Apparently I'm willing to listen to Seacrest's yuckster-speak if the end result is free tickets to see No Doubt. No Luck. Calling 520-102.7 is not as easy as Ryan makes it sound. And Rhianna's new song doesn't impress me. KIIS FM you were much better in the 90's...or maybe music was just better? I'll leave you with that to ponder...
Monday, August 20, 2012
Real? Not quite yet.
You love it when people ask themselves questions, and then answer them individually right in front of you.
Last week I went through 400+ photos from the "big day" and I still can’t believe that whole thing went down. Two weeks of greatness...and now we're fricken married. What?
I have heard that it’s now time for the serious lessons to be learned…
Like driving my husband’s big stupid car.
Note: We will find something to call him soon so that you don’t delete BSS from your google reader- having read the haughty words "my husband" every three lines.
So the car…it happens to be big, and because it’s the machine used for teaching me to drive a manual tranie for the first time, it’s also stupid. Why the need to conquer driving a manual? Being able to sip on a latte, talk on the phone and tune into political talk radio on the commute to work, all because you drive a luxurious automatic...now that's livin. 2004 Honda Civics are luxury vehicles in case you hadn't heard.
Long story short, learning how to drive his (am I supposed to say "our" now?) manual meant saving about three hundred bones and "Post wedding finances" mean you take opportunities like this...and seize them. So I learned how to drive our big stupid car.
Driving the beast takes 100% of my attention, which tends to be a tough task (unless you're a man by the name of Mr...oops! Remember Privacy ot 12...sheesh!)
The big stupid car and I generally start by having a little pep talk…
"Alright, I’m going to put in your clutch, let off your break a bit, and start to reverse.
And…of course you’re in first instead of reverse…YOU jerk!"
Then I sweat a little. Organza blouses are not an option this week.
Today was our third trip to work together. Sort of like a third date...I’m a little more comfortable, but still pretty awkward. We got to know each other well before we took it all the way to fifth, obviously. So, the fifth gear, along with all the other gears has now been accomplished. Impressive right? I consider myself a relatively quick learner.
I'm sure there are many, many more lessons to be learned (some shared)...and some already being "drafted" in fact.
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
The education types loooooove describing the moment students figure something out as an "AHA moment". Note, now that I work with adult students I call them Stu's, so hipster right? Anyway I personally hate the "aha moment" term. I guess it's easy to hate anything you have to hear over and over, generally said in a way that is just. so. smug.
I'm unable to think of a more legitimate phrase so for now lets just say I've had a few aha moments. (the worst right? You know you hate it too)
Many of my recents have been wedding related, but why don't we ease up on that for a post or two. I'm starting to annoy myself.
You may be more intelligent and have already had these light bulbs go off, so my apologies if you're super to those that are already wise and awesome.
Recently I went to Vegas for a Bach partay....not my own, I said no wedding talk today. Here are some little tokens I left with (teachers say tokens too):
Flying out on a Friday night at 9:30 means two things. One is that you are probably saving $80. The other- you're with all the drunks... and San Diego males that wear "Tap Out" blouses. I guess that's three.
Leaving at 8:35 on Sunday morning is quite the contrary. While there are a few youthful early risers on the flight (they are often wearing ray bans and sipping on bloody Mary's ) most are grandma and grandpa's age, headed back home to places like Reno. The aha: Sunday will be brutal regardless so why the heck not head home early, grab a croissonwich and diet coke at the airport, and enjoy a conversation with the president of the Shriner's sitting next to you.. He may even show you his fez. Now that's livin.
Not everybody calls Apple product users "Apple heads" so... When you are about to say it, look around first and if you're not the only one in the room, probably hold off. This aha can be put in place with many other sayings as well. Thank God I found someone as weird as I am. Don't settle folks. (Deep right? an aha for some)
Spray tans. Take advantage of the new and improved drying cycle that the innovative Mystic has implemented. Remember when you used to step out of the dome and have orange run down your bare calf? Not a prob any longer gals...(and guys... I mean, whatever. do your thing).
And you thought I'd share my aha's from six months of Graduate School. C'mon that's no fun at all.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Monday, March 26, 2012
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Lesson #2 is about more than a harp...and a harpist. I could go on about other things you think you want (like a super hip DJ, and trust me you don't want a super hip DJ. He'll charge you twice what the just averagely hip DJ does. Apparently fedoras can add up?) but the real lesson is that there is more, much more that goes into everything Wedding. The "more" generally refers to finances and logistics. The "much more" would refer to the emotions and personal growth involved. Want a nap? I know. But it's true-and pretty fantastic.
I'm unable to fit in a grand conclusion here, who's got the time these days...but I will say this:
We're not having a harp.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
there I said it.
Much to get down on paper (that thing we used to write on)...
not sure where to begin...
thinkin' later this evening I'll write from some sort of cardiovascular machine, who knows, maybe a stationary bike.
Happy New Year Kids.