Blonde Story Short

I suppose since it's Thanksgiving time I should think about all that I am grateful for.  And I will.  Then perhaps I'll write them all down, specific to the people they involve, put them on leaf-shaped cards and pass them out accordingly. 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" mean

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

Well it’s all over. The parties, the planning, the wedding and the honeymoon. Back to our busy life and reality, although somehow it’s still very unreal to me. Busy...always. 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 si

I figure A million things going on should lead to at least a few things being learned... "take aways" if you will. I know NERD alert. I'll always be a teacher. It's my craft. 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 alread

Just because... you and your fiance talk all things wedding (including but NOT limited to floral arrangements and registry) all the time, does not mean that conversations about mesh colanders and peonies should become the norm. I know he's amazing when it comes to being involved (of course he is!), but throw him a bone every once and a while and ask about the latest 49ers pick, or another baseball team he's into. Just because you got an Easter basket filled with Godiva dark chocolates (from said amazing boo), does not mean you should go to town like every other American gets to during the month of April. I find the two-dark-chocolate-mini-eggs-a-day, preferably post-healthy lunch...very satisfying! For a measly 90 cals...we can handle that. Honestly, I know it totally sucks to limit the chocolate intake to the mini egg, there's a good reason they're called "mini." But how good is that dress gonna look after you've resisted full-egg sized treats for six mo

My thoughts on beginning the consolidation process i.e. slowly but surely taking all of your crap to the fiance's pad: There is a (very important) formula, and it's been found. I now share it with you...you're welcome, I feel it's my duty. 1. Do it when he's out of town. No one needs to see you sweatily hoisting a pair of ski boots onto the top shelf at 2am on a Friday night. I'm crazy, leave me alone. 2. Play some jams that will keep you going, but not stress you out as you strategically place golf clubs in the opposite corner of the closet (that you now call "your closet"). As long as those clubs are within a reasonable distance from the pale pink bridesmaid dress you wore in '06, it'll be okay to share the space with some of his stuff. The Jams: I recommend Sheryl Crow radio. Every now and then McLachlan will come on and merit a skip but the Alanis, Jewel and Fleetwood hits make it all worth while. When you're getting close to a crash

There are many lessons to be learned, I'm learning, during the engagement months. While they happen almost weekly, I find time to document them, about semi-monthly. Lesson #2 is for the bride that thinks she wants a harp. The harp (and harpist) would be for the gentle sounds of your classic and perfect ceremony, obviously. What you will need in addition to that harp, your potential harpist will promptly tell you... You'll need at least one tree (one is clearly the minimum and several is preferred). You don't have a tree...because you're getting married in the middle of a mountain? Well that's a problem. You see, without trees, you do not have shade, and without shade, your harpist's harp won't stay in tune. No one wants an untuned harp...or an unhappy harpist. 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 tw

Remember Nanny Diaries? Not the big screen version with Scarlett, how dare you. You know I wouldn't speak of a woman capable of ripping out Ry's heart for someone like Sean Penn. Obviously I'm referring to an old series on B.S.S. If you're not following, I recommend a cold rainy day that includes you, your laptop and some catching up on posts circa Summer 2010. Anyway, with nanny gigs behind me, I now bring you a new series... "Here PUNS the BRIDE" Here, I will attempt making as many ridiculous bridal puns as humanly possible. I'm KIDDING. A few here and there may happen though, don't say I didn't warn you. I'm well aware that there are PLENTY of blogs surrounding the topic of "wedding." Not to fear, I have zero plans of helping you decipher what theme is best for your "Big Day" and how you can win a free cake- with fondant frosting. Who am I anyway? Instead, in this series I will share ALL the lessons I'm learning as I

So...much...to....do... Why? Because I am getting married! Obsessive compulsive people don't need nine to twelve months to plan a wedding. They only need six. Everyone knows that. I think I'm supposed to be looking at magazines with blushing brides on the front, obsessing over floral arrangements and probably tying silver ribbon on things. I hate tying ribbon on things. While the mags are on the scene and some florists have been yelped in the last 24 hours, I'm mostly trying to stop thinking about how awesome my wedding is going to be, and how many different outfits I can incorporate into the "week of. " These are phrases I use now- "week of." Our little secret...I have a plan to invite some gals over, feed them artichoke dip and wine...and ask them to tie ribbons on things. Boom. A good red wine buzz generally leads to productivity and crafts. Reason #2 the blogs have been missing in action (should be reason #3, I'm pretty sure the first one can

I am so FREAKING happy. 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. MUCH love.