Well, we got a snow day from school. Don't know exactly why. It was lightly snowing last night and then did change to ice, but now it is about 40 degrees outside. And for ONCE, I actually cleaned off my car tonight, in order to make this morning easier...a fruitless effort since by the time this morning arrived, the snow had dissipated anyway.
Snow days are odd. I always have these idealized visions of doing things around the apartment, reading, going to the gym (because generally the snow days I get are not anything comparable to REAL snow)...I always end up making breakfast for John (guilt over the fact that he has to go to work), watching however many minutes of a talk show that I can tolerate (this morning it was about 8 minutes of a "You're the daddy and you know it!" paternity episode of Maury), and then falling asleep. Woke up around noon and decided to make myself even more comatose by eating leftover Chinese food...that stuff is like the elixir of great sleep. Then watched the Adam Sandler/Done Cheadle movie Reign Over Me. Cried two to three times during the movie. Not like it was anything super emotional but I don't know...I've been overly emotional lately. EVEN cried during the Grammys. Maybe it is excitement over being married... or feeling overwhelmed by it all. I don't know.
Point is this: for once I wish one of my snow days from work would be a real, hardcore blizzard-like snowday....then I would not feel so guilty about wasting the day away....
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Monday, February 04, 2008
The Quest for Tacky Earrings continues....
You know how when you get a gift from a family member that you're obligated to wear it at least once....to show that "you like it?" Case in point.... I vividly recall a sweatsuit set I got in 5th grade. Pink pants and sweatshirt... the shirt had a big gumball machine on it and on parts of the shirt and pants were large, circular, gumball-esque things. I can't believe I ever wore it.
Kids today know so much and are such smartasses, if I had the outfit now I'd probably be the target of lines like, "Hey, you have balls all over you." I actually heard someone repeatedly exclaim "Boner!!!" at the end of the schoolday today. I don't know who the culprit was... I don't think I want to.
Back to story.
A few years back I got a pair of dangly earrings from John's aunt and uncle. I used to be a plain Jane, studs-only type of gal. I started wearing the dangly earrings and have since formed somewhat of an addiction. I even tried winning Xmas Troll dangly earrings on Ebay this December but lost the auction.
Despite not being a football fan and not really caring that much about the Giants' victory (although it's awesome that the Patriots were 18-0 and lost it all at the Superbowl...priceless), I've been searching like a lunatic for dangly Giants Superbowl Championship earrings. Found some real tacky ones at the official Giants website. Tacky dangly earrings pair #-who-knows-what, here I come...
Kids today know so much and are such smartasses, if I had the outfit now I'd probably be the target of lines like, "Hey, you have balls all over you." I actually heard someone repeatedly exclaim "Boner!!!" at the end of the schoolday today. I don't know who the culprit was... I don't think I want to.
Back to story.
A few years back I got a pair of dangly earrings from John's aunt and uncle. I used to be a plain Jane, studs-only type of gal. I started wearing the dangly earrings and have since formed somewhat of an addiction. I even tried winning Xmas Troll dangly earrings on Ebay this December but lost the auction.
Despite not being a football fan and not really caring that much about the Giants' victory (although it's awesome that the Patriots were 18-0 and lost it all at the Superbowl...priceless), I've been searching like a lunatic for dangly Giants Superbowl Championship earrings. Found some real tacky ones at the official Giants website. Tacky dangly earrings pair #-who-knows-what, here I come...
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Slam it to the left, if you're having a good time
I don't know if it is the BEST $4.99 that I have ever spent but for this weekend, it comes close. Victoria's Secret is still having remnants of their semi-annual sale. How can stuff still cost 15 bucks or more when it is 75% off, I have no idea. Spice Girls' Greatest Hits CD was "exclusively" released by Victoria's Secret...and was in their clearance bin for under 5 bucks. I had to indulge. "Greatest Hits" is a bit of a misnomer...tons of bands have greatest hits albums when they only had 2 or 3 "real" top hits. This one has "Wannabe," "Spice Up Your Life," and one of my faves: "2 Become 1," spelled just like that too. It's a hilarious attempt at a sexy and romantic song.
The Spice Girls are a conundrum. When they came out, it was also about "Girl Power," but I also think they were about society's acceptance of having semi-trashy women as girls' role models. "Wannabe" in itself, if you read the lyrics "deeply, [which I am sure is NOT the intention] almost seems like it's about some big girl-on-girl orgy. Weird. It's funny that they're the Spice Girls because the Spice Channel is a pay-per-view channel featuring pornography... Also, the Spice Girls were kind of trampy...well...mainly Ginger Spice...but still, it was enough trampiness for the 5 of the girls.
I just think it is weird how we have these female singers who are so sexual and have sexually suggestive lyrics, yet somehow they become role models for little girls.
Don't even get me started with Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus...that girl is so artificially made up. Looking @ her is like looking at one of those statues in Madame Tussaud's Wax Museum...
The Spice Girls are a conundrum. When they came out, it was also about "Girl Power," but I also think they were about society's acceptance of having semi-trashy women as girls' role models. "Wannabe" in itself, if you read the lyrics "deeply, [which I am sure is NOT the intention] almost seems like it's about some big girl-on-girl orgy. Weird. It's funny that they're the Spice Girls because the Spice Channel is a pay-per-view channel featuring pornography... Also, the Spice Girls were kind of trampy...well...mainly Ginger Spice...but still, it was enough trampiness for the 5 of the girls.
I just think it is weird how we have these female singers who are so sexual and have sexually suggestive lyrics, yet somehow they become role models for little girls.
Don't even get me started with Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus...that girl is so artificially made up. Looking @ her is like looking at one of those statues in Madame Tussaud's Wax Museum...
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Annoyed
So---it's the end of the marking period. Grades are due and as I grade homework, quizzes, and projects and am in a frenzy, I think, "What's the point of this?" It all just gets annoying. I like to believe in effort and improvement (although not that much---am a true pessimist), but this is what happens: the kids who get A's always get A's and the kids who do shit work end the marking period with D's or F's....or with, god forbid, C's. It pisses me off how a C is considered "unsatisfactory" by so many students and their parents.
Truth of the matter is we're all not little geniuses. Most of us fall in the middle, are "average." How is it that most of us are average but if you looked at school records where I work, a VAST majority of kids are getting mostly A's and B's?
Work has been so annoying lately. I'm there later than everyone else and wonder, "What am I doing wrong?" The special ed teachers, one specifically, piss me off. We have this one teacher who just has no sense of planning or creativity with his lesson plans....none whatsoever. And he just coasts along. He has small classes of 3 or 4 students----this guy won't get fired or anything... he somehow managed to get tenure and now will be at our school for awhile. It pisses me off.
Am maybe going to get all New Agey and start writing daily affirmations...or reading them. Today, after a shitty day at work, I wrote to myself: Don't let people control you---control yourself.
We'll see.
Truth of the matter is we're all not little geniuses. Most of us fall in the middle, are "average." How is it that most of us are average but if you looked at school records where I work, a VAST majority of kids are getting mostly A's and B's?
Work has been so annoying lately. I'm there later than everyone else and wonder, "What am I doing wrong?" The special ed teachers, one specifically, piss me off. We have this one teacher who just has no sense of planning or creativity with his lesson plans....none whatsoever. And he just coasts along. He has small classes of 3 or 4 students----this guy won't get fired or anything... he somehow managed to get tenure and now will be at our school for awhile. It pisses me off.
Am maybe going to get all New Agey and start writing daily affirmations...or reading them. Today, after a shitty day at work, I wrote to myself: Don't let people control you---control yourself.
We'll see.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
One Perfect Day
Read a book over the summer--- One Perfect Day: The Selling of the American Wedding, by Rebecca Mead. The book basically talked about bridezilla culture and how it almost is unavoidable. It contrasted wedding from years ago to weddings of today; some time was spent discussing the "almighty" bridal expo shows that are put on and make planning a wedding seem like THE most important and ONLY thing one should be focusing on for a year+.
We put the initial deposit down for the ceremony/reception place. While talking to an employee, we were offered extra such as raw seafood bar and extra dessert table/chocolate fountain. I don't think any of those things are necesary. In regard to the chocolate fountain/ dessert spread, John's mom said, "But I havent been to a wedding where I haven't seen one of those."
And I guess that is what has fueled this bridal culture--the idea that you don't want to be "the one" who didn't have something at her wedding that countless others have had at theirs.
My friend Valerie is also getting married and has booked the Madison Hotel. Was looking at their website and thinking of how beautiful that place is for a wedding. I feel like I am slowly being sucked into the bridal culture. Like..I LOVE where we are getting married, but I quickly see myself comparing it to where my friend will get married.
In the end, the place, dessert options, chair covers, etc should not matter. It's the people who really make the event special.
I have to just keep that idea in my head continuously. Maybe I could even be ultra philosophical and keep one of Hamlet's most well-known mantras in my mind too: "To thine own self be true."
We put the initial deposit down for the ceremony/reception place. While talking to an employee, we were offered extra such as raw seafood bar and extra dessert table/chocolate fountain. I don't think any of those things are necesary. In regard to the chocolate fountain/ dessert spread, John's mom said, "But I havent been to a wedding where I haven't seen one of those."
And I guess that is what has fueled this bridal culture--the idea that you don't want to be "the one" who didn't have something at her wedding that countless others have had at theirs.
My friend Valerie is also getting married and has booked the Madison Hotel. Was looking at their website and thinking of how beautiful that place is for a wedding. I feel like I am slowly being sucked into the bridal culture. Like..I LOVE where we are getting married, but I quickly see myself comparing it to where my friend will get married.
In the end, the place, dessert options, chair covers, etc should not matter. It's the people who really make the event special.
I have to just keep that idea in my head continuously. Maybe I could even be ultra philosophical and keep one of Hamlet's most well-known mantras in my mind too: "To thine own self be true."
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Honeydew and apple red
Wow--haven't blogged in over a month. Feels odd. But at least I don't feel compelled to do an entry on New Year's resolutions or how refreshing it is that a new year has arrived. It'd be a little unseasonal, being that it is January 16th.
Nights are terribly annoying. I can't get to sleep at a "decent hour." 11:45 is usually when I wind up getting into bed. Am usually asleep around 12. I wake up and feel like this machine that just has to keep moving, otherwise I will stop dead in my tracks. It's not something that is that bad---it's really annoying though.
So...John proposed. Friends have asked, "Oooh what is the story? Tell me exactly how he did it." I feel like tying up a transcript and distributing copies of it. The best part of the story that I feel is necessary to say is that I had no idea he was going to propose. I didn't help him pick out a ring or anything either and he did an amazing job. He didn't know my ring size so he told the lady at the jeweler's, "She is 5'5", about 150 pounds, and has big feet." Priceless. The lady apparently was "large" and John went with a ring size that fit her---it didnt fit me. We had a whole debacle of me wearing the ring on my pinkie finger until it got resized.
Wedding details are drifting into place. Everyone acts like it is crazy hard to plan one but I think it is only as complicated as you make it. Am quickly realizing how much everything costs though. According to one website I saw, on average, couples will spend $38,300 for their wedding in New York, Northern New Jersey, Long Island NY, NJ, PA. That's crazy. This state is ridiculous. John and I have "good jobs" and can't afford a house...not even in a shitty area. That's scary. And the wedding...I'm trying to keep costs as low as possible. It's hard though.
John's mom and sister are "on board" to help me plan. Last night we sifted through 6 or 7 bridal magazines. I got bored after about 15 minutes. They proceeded looking and pointing things out.
Thus far--- wedding on October 24 of this year. Can't wait to incorporate leaf-inspired invitations, favors, etc. John is obsessed with red and I am obsessed with green. Neither of us is budging on our color preferences. John's mom and sister seem to have found some common ground for us in the shades of honeydew and "deep" apple red. I love how color names are so vivid...and often food-related. Favorite one: Crayola's Macaroni and Cheese.
Nights are terribly annoying. I can't get to sleep at a "decent hour." 11:45 is usually when I wind up getting into bed. Am usually asleep around 12. I wake up and feel like this machine that just has to keep moving, otherwise I will stop dead in my tracks. It's not something that is that bad---it's really annoying though.
So...John proposed. Friends have asked, "Oooh what is the story? Tell me exactly how he did it." I feel like tying up a transcript and distributing copies of it. The best part of the story that I feel is necessary to say is that I had no idea he was going to propose. I didn't help him pick out a ring or anything either and he did an amazing job. He didn't know my ring size so he told the lady at the jeweler's, "She is 5'5", about 150 pounds, and has big feet." Priceless. The lady apparently was "large" and John went with a ring size that fit her---it didnt fit me. We had a whole debacle of me wearing the ring on my pinkie finger until it got resized.
Wedding details are drifting into place. Everyone acts like it is crazy hard to plan one but I think it is only as complicated as you make it. Am quickly realizing how much everything costs though. According to one website I saw, on average, couples will spend $38,300 for their wedding in New York, Northern New Jersey, Long Island NY, NJ, PA. That's crazy. This state is ridiculous. John and I have "good jobs" and can't afford a house...not even in a shitty area. That's scary. And the wedding...I'm trying to keep costs as low as possible. It's hard though.
John's mom and sister are "on board" to help me plan. Last night we sifted through 6 or 7 bridal magazines. I got bored after about 15 minutes. They proceeded looking and pointing things out.
Thus far--- wedding on October 24 of this year. Can't wait to incorporate leaf-inspired invitations, favors, etc. John is obsessed with red and I am obsessed with green. Neither of us is budging on our color preferences. John's mom and sister seem to have found some common ground for us in the shades of honeydew and "deep" apple red. I love how color names are so vivid...and often food-related. Favorite one: Crayola's Macaroni and Cheese.
Sunday, December 09, 2007
Freedom...for two days
Yes!!! I am done with my final project for my grad school class. It was a pain and there was no possibility of bullshitting anything within the project, which poses an extra challenge.
Feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders...but obviously my mind is still too mushy right now to make up non-cliched statements. I still haven't met with the professor yet and I am sure changes will have to be made...but for two days, I can relax.
Feel like sitting down and watching a stupid romantic comedy. Actually watched a movie called Imagine Me and You this morning (pre-paper ritual....otherwise known as procrastination). The movie was British and was about a couple that recently got married. Rachel [main character] begins feeling attraction toward the female florist who helped out with the wedding, Luce. What I liked about it was that it didn't take the American "comedic" take of how film addresses people discovering their newfound sexuality. The movie was realistic and the intimate scenes with the women were innocent and non-gratuitous. I now also have a new hair role model...Piper Perabo's hair in the movie is awesome...cascading curls, but the kind that look like they require no effort at all.
Can't believe Christmas is around the corner either. Haven't started shopping. Someone in my grad class said she has been so busy with class that she told her family that they should celebrate Christmas in January...I'm beginning to think the same thing.
Feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders...but obviously my mind is still too mushy right now to make up non-cliched statements. I still haven't met with the professor yet and I am sure changes will have to be made...but for two days, I can relax.
Feel like sitting down and watching a stupid romantic comedy. Actually watched a movie called Imagine Me and You this morning (pre-paper ritual....otherwise known as procrastination). The movie was British and was about a couple that recently got married. Rachel [main character] begins feeling attraction toward the female florist who helped out with the wedding, Luce. What I liked about it was that it didn't take the American "comedic" take of how film addresses people discovering their newfound sexuality. The movie was realistic and the intimate scenes with the women were innocent and non-gratuitous. I now also have a new hair role model...Piper Perabo's hair in the movie is awesome...cascading curls, but the kind that look like they require no effort at all.
Can't believe Christmas is around the corner either. Haven't started shopping. Someone in my grad class said she has been so busy with class that she told her family that they should celebrate Christmas in January...I'm beginning to think the same thing.
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Ew. Ick. Gross.
Was coming out from Moe’s tonight (Thursday night is lazy night--- takeout food of some kind + an episode of The Office). Had on my favorite pair of brown “work pants” and my winter coat---a
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LIKE I HAVEN’T HEARD ABOUT THE WHOLE MODELING SCAM ON TV.
I tried to remain cordial and quickly said, “I am a full-time teacher and student”— He asked, “You’ve never thought about modeling?” This was being said to someone in a black men’s coat, brown pants, and Easy Spirit-esque shoes. Hilarious. No make-up either. And exiting a fast food place with a giant bag of food.
You’d think he would walk up to someone with Uggs, low-rise jeans, and a Juicy hoodie instead.
The most “typical” part… when he left, he went over to his vehicle…a mini-van.
I was so freaked out. On my drive home, I was literally saying, “Ew, fucking gross, ick” repeatedly, out loud.Friday, November 23, 2007
Black Friday Vampire
John had to work today and had to wake up @ 430AM! I don't know--on days like these, I feel guilty sleeping in when he has to work and deal with a line of 100+ people all vying for the 40 Nintendo Wiis that are on hand.
I was looking @ sale circulars last night and Kohls had some great stuff on sale. I thought, I'll wake up with John and go to Kohls...why not? I SERIOUSLY did not think it would be crowded. Got to Kohls @ 5...the parking lot was packed, there were no shopping carts left, and @ the jewelry counter they gave you numbered tickets as if you were on line @ the deli.
All went smoothly. I know Adbusters is hosting Buy Nothing Day today but, honestly, I will be buying gifts for Christmas. Might as well buy them today and save some money.
After Kohls I went to Target and made it back to the apartment before the official time of sunrise.
No more shopping today.
What I noticed @ 5AM was the "comraderie" at the store. People were polite and were sharing holiday tales with each other on line. The lady in front of me was telling me how she was buying some things for herself, "for once." The woman behind me told me an anecdote of last year--her friend and her went to Kohls, Macys, Pennys, Target, etc and were back to their houses by 10 AM.
Despite the HUGE line....I'd estimate there were 100 people in front of me on line @ the registers.... I somehow think that there was this courtesy in the air because we had all ventured to Kohls at an insane hour.
But there's no way I'd want to be in any shopping mall later today.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Grading sucks
I remember knowing people when I grew up that LOVED to help the teacher grade papers...i.e objective multiple choice tests. I mean, they truly got euphoric when they were allowed to write the BIG C's [for correct] and x out wrong answers in red ink (This was in the early 90s before the purple-ink-let's-not-hurt-self-esteem-w/-red-ink days). I never was that type.
And now... sitting in front of the computer on Sunday night at 6:15, I still am not one of those types. I detest grading tests, quizzes, and written work. Multiple choice quizzes are a waste of time because the kids could just as easily grade the quizzes and we have to go over them in class anyway. Must manage time better so I can have the students grade them. Right now I am also grading book reviews that my 8th graders wrote. Grading them is completely aggravating because most of them ignore marks/comments that I suggested upon reading their rough drafts. I don't get it... is it laziness? is it ageism (I'm one of the youngest 8th gr teachers and I honestly believe some of those kids think I do not know what I am talking about when it comes to writing, etc)? Is it not caring?
Whatever it is, it's headache-inducing. Maybe I care too much...that's probably it. For instance, when I am grading and notice 3 or 4 students in a row who did badly on the quiz, I put the folder of quizzes in my bag and ignore it...because I feel i have taught concepts well enough and failure pisses me off.
Just have to stop thinking so much, I think. Wish I could be like the teacher across the hall. She always has an immaculate desk, free of papers or reminder-notes. At the end of the day, bam!, she's out the door at 2:30....
I haven't reached robot levels yet.
And now... sitting in front of the computer on Sunday night at 6:15, I still am not one of those types. I detest grading tests, quizzes, and written work. Multiple choice quizzes are a waste of time because the kids could just as easily grade the quizzes and we have to go over them in class anyway. Must manage time better so I can have the students grade them. Right now I am also grading book reviews that my 8th graders wrote. Grading them is completely aggravating because most of them ignore marks/comments that I suggested upon reading their rough drafts. I don't get it... is it laziness? is it ageism (I'm one of the youngest 8th gr teachers and I honestly believe some of those kids think I do not know what I am talking about when it comes to writing, etc)? Is it not caring?
Whatever it is, it's headache-inducing. Maybe I care too much...that's probably it. For instance, when I am grading and notice 3 or 4 students in a row who did badly on the quiz, I put the folder of quizzes in my bag and ignore it...because I feel i have taught concepts well enough and failure pisses me off.
Just have to stop thinking so much, I think. Wish I could be like the teacher across the hall. She always has an immaculate desk, free of papers or reminder-notes. At the end of the day, bam!, she's out the door at 2:30....
I haven't reached robot levels yet.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Peeing, Procrastination, The Notebook
Peeing...procrastination...The Notebook...all of the dots will be connected soon.
I usually hate starting out writings with quotes; it just seems like the way a weak writer would start something out. I found this quote online and liked it though...
"Procrastination is, hands down, our favorite form of self-sabotage.” (Alyce P. Cornyn-Selby)
Have a paper due for my class. I've done the observations for the paper and have tons of pages of sloppy notes to prove it. I just haven't felt like sitting done and writing the paper. I decided to go for the Masters of Reading b/c I got sick of analyzing novels and writing literary papers. In the end, I'll do no good to the world if I can analyze a Kafka book or some other piece of lit that someone else has inevitably already taken apart and put back together.
The paper for this class is annoying though. Statistics... I hate statistics. They're so boring to write about. You can't throw in any vivid adjectives where there are statistics.
Back to the subject line.
So...today...I SO did not want to start this paper. This morning I was purposely consuming massive amounts of water so as to make myself have to pee...thus making myself not be able to sit down at the computer, "hunker down," and concentrate.
At 1:oo, I finally decided to leave the house and go to the library to work on the paper. Wrote close to 7 pages but feel that I am nowhere near done. Worse, I worry that some of the 7 pages I already wrote is repetitive drivel.
When I got home, I decided to reward myself for my hard work...and eyestrain. Needed a movie that required no thought at all. Popped The Notebook into the DVD player. I just got to the scene where I always feel the need to roll my eyes.... Allie and Noah have reunited... Noah tells Allie he wrote her every day for a year and that "It wasn't over." Immediately after, he says "It still [emphasis] isn't over" and pulls her into a kiss.
Cheesiness!
Yet...I'll still watch the movie to the end...
I usually hate starting out writings with quotes; it just seems like the way a weak writer would start something out. I found this quote online and liked it though...
"Procrastination is, hands down, our favorite form of self-sabotage.” (Alyce P. Cornyn-Selby)
Have a paper due for my class. I've done the observations for the paper and have tons of pages of sloppy notes to prove it. I just haven't felt like sitting done and writing the paper. I decided to go for the Masters of Reading b/c I got sick of analyzing novels and writing literary papers. In the end, I'll do no good to the world if I can analyze a Kafka book or some other piece of lit that someone else has inevitably already taken apart and put back together.
The paper for this class is annoying though. Statistics... I hate statistics. They're so boring to write about. You can't throw in any vivid adjectives where there are statistics.
Back to the subject line.
So...today...I SO did not want to start this paper. This morning I was purposely consuming massive amounts of water so as to make myself have to pee...thus making myself not be able to sit down at the computer, "hunker down," and concentrate.
At 1:oo, I finally decided to leave the house and go to the library to work on the paper. Wrote close to 7 pages but feel that I am nowhere near done. Worse, I worry that some of the 7 pages I already wrote is repetitive drivel.
When I got home, I decided to reward myself for my hard work...and eyestrain. Needed a movie that required no thought at all. Popped The Notebook into the DVD player. I just got to the scene where I always feel the need to roll my eyes.... Allie and Noah have reunited... Noah tells Allie he wrote her every day for a year and that "It wasn't over." Immediately after, he says "It still [emphasis] isn't over" and pulls her into a kiss.
Cheesiness!
Yet...I'll still watch the movie to the end...
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Death fairy is officially dead
I bought my Halloween costume a few weeks ago..."death fairy." It's made by a company called "Fairylicious." Lame! The costume has this black, "pleather"ish top, velvety purple skirt, and black wings. I also purchased the matching death tiara, black eyelashes, and fishnets. It's kind of cheesy but I thought it'd be fun.
I tried the costume on... damn, online purchases!...The costume looks bad. Others might think it looks ok but there's no way I can walk around the city, or anyplace else, and feel comfy with myself. It's too late to return it and I think that's dumb anyway...it was on sale and I CAN wear it next year...if I lose weight.
This is the mantra that I often say. I don't get why food has such a hold on me. It's not even that I eat that badly. I just eat large portions. It's ritualistic. I go the cabinet, get some almonds or other seemingly healthy snack. I get a small portion and then close the bag/container lid. 1 minute later I go back to the kitchen, go into the cabinet, and do the same process again.
I got fake nails last month and have not bitten my nails since. Maybe I need one of those Hannibal Lector face masks to prevent myself from eating.
I get so mad with myself. I don't think I am that heavy but then I try on something that looks "gigantic," and it fits me snugly. Then I feel like garbage.
My excuse right now is classes. I am taking a grad class and FINALLY am completing the coursework. I am busy. I am not one of those people who thrives on busy-ness. I can have crazy, psychotically busy days for 2 or 3 days, but not routinely. I don't understand people who can live their lives, full time, like that. Things should be balanced. I think of Jack Nicholson in The Shining...when he types "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy."
Had my fun this weekend...movies/dinner on Friday with John. Darjeeling Limited sucked. I fell asleep. It was so slow. Good use of color and awesome soundtrack though. Fuddruckers' hamburgers rock! Saturday was a comedy show in the city. Took the bus there all by myself and met Lisa there. Felt like it was a rite of passage because the idea of traveling to the city alone freaks me out.
Now is time for work...and stopping with the petty whining over some dumb Halloween costume.
I've taken out last year's pirate costume from my closet. Think I'll have some corpse-like makeup and be a dead pirate... someone's got to counterbalance all the girls out there who will be dressed up as slut bumblebees, nurses, Maria Antoinette, referees, beergirls, and who knows what else.
I tried the costume on... damn, online purchases!...The costume looks bad. Others might think it looks ok but there's no way I can walk around the city, or anyplace else, and feel comfy with myself. It's too late to return it and I think that's dumb anyway...it was on sale and I CAN wear it next year...if I lose weight.
This is the mantra that I often say. I don't get why food has such a hold on me. It's not even that I eat that badly. I just eat large portions. It's ritualistic. I go the cabinet, get some almonds or other seemingly healthy snack. I get a small portion and then close the bag/container lid. 1 minute later I go back to the kitchen, go into the cabinet, and do the same process again.
I got fake nails last month and have not bitten my nails since. Maybe I need one of those Hannibal Lector face masks to prevent myself from eating.
I get so mad with myself. I don't think I am that heavy but then I try on something that looks "gigantic," and it fits me snugly. Then I feel like garbage.
My excuse right now is classes. I am taking a grad class and FINALLY am completing the coursework. I am busy. I am not one of those people who thrives on busy-ness. I can have crazy, psychotically busy days for 2 or 3 days, but not routinely. I don't understand people who can live their lives, full time, like that. Things should be balanced. I think of Jack Nicholson in The Shining...when he types "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy."
Had my fun this weekend...movies/dinner on Friday with John. Darjeeling Limited sucked. I fell asleep. It was so slow. Good use of color and awesome soundtrack though. Fuddruckers' hamburgers rock! Saturday was a comedy show in the city. Took the bus there all by myself and met Lisa there. Felt like it was a rite of passage because the idea of traveling to the city alone freaks me out.
Now is time for work...and stopping with the petty whining over some dumb Halloween costume.
I've taken out last year's pirate costume from my closet. Think I'll have some corpse-like makeup and be a dead pirate... someone's got to counterbalance all the girls out there who will be dressed up as slut bumblebees, nurses, Maria Antoinette, referees, beergirls, and who knows what else.
Friday, October 26, 2007
What a Day
I am so glad this day is done...or at least that the "work-related" part of the day is done. It's past 6:00 and I just got home from work. Not a big deal to most people, but I got to work at 7. Have observations of other teachers that I have to do for grad school...thus, I lose my preps and have to do stuff after school. Am also being observed myself by the principal next week...so that whole nervousness/anxiety scenario is starting up. When he observes me, his face looks stone-cold and completely bored. I try to block him out of my view and just pretend he isn't in the room. His comments are always the same... class-management related and "Why did you pick THIS lesson? Why did you choose THOSE vocabulary words?"Annoying.
Am going out with a friend tomorrow and we made preliminary plans. Had my cell phone off at work. Got home and she had left 2 messages...both with tones like, "Call me back NOW," and an email complete with capitals. It's not like I am going to ditch her. I generally stay committed to plans once I make them. People piss me off.
My 8th graders are bastards. Luckily, it's only one class that is really horrendous. On Monday, I am taking a colleague's suggestion and giving that class BRUTALLY boring seatwork. If anyone talks or objects, out they go. Tuesday, I can start off with "Things can be how they were yesterday or they could be different...blah blah blah."
And I've been reading my students' journals and they're all so obsessed with money and being rich. I know a lot of people dream of being rich...but these kids write as if they deserve it. I don't know ...money does not solve all problems... moreso, it creates them...
Today is just a day where I feel inclined to put a temporary bumper sticker on my car... PEOPLE SUCK.
Am going out with a friend tomorrow and we made preliminary plans. Had my cell phone off at work. Got home and she had left 2 messages...both with tones like, "Call me back NOW," and an email complete with capitals. It's not like I am going to ditch her. I generally stay committed to plans once I make them. People piss me off.
My 8th graders are bastards. Luckily, it's only one class that is really horrendous. On Monday, I am taking a colleague's suggestion and giving that class BRUTALLY boring seatwork. If anyone talks or objects, out they go. Tuesday, I can start off with "Things can be how they were yesterday or they could be different...blah blah blah."
And I've been reading my students' journals and they're all so obsessed with money and being rich. I know a lot of people dream of being rich...but these kids write as if they deserve it. I don't know ...money does not solve all problems... moreso, it creates them...
Today is just a day where I feel inclined to put a temporary bumper sticker on my car... PEOPLE SUCK.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Gyno Talk
John makes fun of me for going to Planned Parenthood. I guess the "gist" of it is that he thinks that at my age I should go to a real gynocologist of my own. I did try that a few years ago, in fact. The lady made feel comfortable and at her office I got the "luxury" of a robe-like piece of clothing instead of a HUGE paper towel/loincloth. Also, the office was painted nicely and felt overly cozy.
Then the doctor changed the insurance she accepted; mine was no longer accepted.
So back to Planned Parenthood.
I really have no "issue" with going there. And I feel comfortable asking questions because I know the doctors and nurses there have heard everything. They should really collaborate and write some amusing memoir; something with a title like Pap Talk.
Anyway, so I just got off the phone with Planned Parenthood...have to schedule my annual. It's so annoying and I hate it, but it's only once a year so I guess it's not too bad. And of course I hate it---who would like it?
But the receptionist made me laugh. After scheduling my appointment, she said, "Ok, we'll see you then. And nothing in your vagina for 24 hours."
Hilarious.
Then the doctor changed the insurance she accepted; mine was no longer accepted.
So back to Planned Parenthood.
I really have no "issue" with going there. And I feel comfortable asking questions because I know the doctors and nurses there have heard everything. They should really collaborate and write some amusing memoir; something with a title like Pap Talk.
Anyway, so I just got off the phone with Planned Parenthood...have to schedule my annual. It's so annoying and I hate it, but it's only once a year so I guess it's not too bad. And of course I hate it---who would like it?
But the receptionist made me laugh. After scheduling my appointment, she said, "Ok, we'll see you then. And nothing in your vagina for 24 hours."
Hilarious.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Angst and Autumn
Autumn's mad
She wants to come on through
but is stopped by relentless summer...
I scribbled that semi-teen-angsty "ditty" on a sheet of paper while driving to class on Thursday night. Torrential rain was falling---and of course, people were driving like idiots [mainly the SUV drivers]. Thursday felt like autumn had finally arrived. The temperatures were finally near normal and it was as if the rainstorm's intent was to wash away any remnants of summer.
Now it's Saturday night and it's actually cold outside. Now shall begin my adolescent behavior---refusing to wear a coat or jacket until it is neccessary; for instance, if snow is on the ground. I detest coats and jackets. They're so uncomfortable. Hoodies are my friends.
Hopefully, there will be an official frost soon. John and I went apple picking last Wednesday. We were so excited to go. I came home quickly, at 2:30ish... we drove over to Riamede Farm and there was hardly anyone there. We had the place to ourselves. Most of the apples we like weren't ready to be picked though. Plus, it felt like 90 degrees outside. The whole experience was very anti-climactic.
As soon as the first frost arrives, the Mutsu apples will be ready. These are our faves. They're GIANT apples... think along the lines of genetic mutations.
A website (Nature Hills) describes it as follows: The Mutsu Apple has a moderately sweet flavor with firm, juicy white flesh. Its skin color is a yellowish green with an orange blush. The Mutsu apple is also known as Crispin. This apple is vigorous, fairly early, and the fruit is large and oblong shaped. It is excellent for fresh eating, sauces, pies, and baking. This apple stores and keeps well.
Sounds amazing, right? The description also sounds partly pornographic. Hmm.
She wants to come on through
but is stopped by relentless summer...
I scribbled that semi-teen-angsty "ditty" on a sheet of paper while driving to class on Thursday night. Torrential rain was falling---and of course, people were driving like idiots [mainly the SUV drivers]. Thursday felt like autumn had finally arrived. The temperatures were finally near normal and it was as if the rainstorm's intent was to wash away any remnants of summer.
Now it's Saturday night and it's actually cold outside. Now shall begin my adolescent behavior---refusing to wear a coat or jacket until it is neccessary; for instance, if snow is on the ground. I detest coats and jackets. They're so uncomfortable. Hoodies are my friends.
Hopefully, there will be an official frost soon. John and I went apple picking last Wednesday. We were so excited to go. I came home quickly, at 2:30ish... we drove over to Riamede Farm and there was hardly anyone there. We had the place to ourselves. Most of the apples we like weren't ready to be picked though. Plus, it felt like 90 degrees outside. The whole experience was very anti-climactic.
As soon as the first frost arrives, the Mutsu apples will be ready. These are our faves. They're GIANT apples... think along the lines of genetic mutations.
A website (Nature Hills) describes it as follows: The Mutsu Apple has a moderately sweet flavor with firm, juicy white flesh. Its skin color is a yellowish green with an orange blush. The Mutsu apple is also known as Crispin. This apple is vigorous, fairly early, and the fruit is large and oblong shaped. It is excellent for fresh eating, sauces, pies, and baking. This apple stores and keeps well.
Sounds amazing, right? The description also sounds partly pornographic. Hmm.
Sunday, October 07, 2007
Ride the Wind
"Ride the Wind" is absolutely my favorite song by Poison. It's cheesy and attempts to discuss motorcycle riding in a "deep" context. Sample lyric: "Hearts of fire/ Streets of stone/
Modern warriors/ Saddle iron horses of chrome." You get my point.
Today Jaime and I trekked into NYC to go bikeriding in Central Park. Central Park amazes me because it is just so huge. Secondly, you feel like you're simultaneously "in" the city, but also "out" of the city, in some exotic world where urban life and nature mesh together. We rode bikes around and me, being the scaredycat I am, kept riding the brakes whenever we'd approach a steep hill. There was a wedding in progress at one of the junctures we crossed--some lady had on a navy blue and white striped blazer (nautical theme...with a gold anchor embroidered on one of the front pockets), LOOSE black leather pants, and navy blue shoes. Odd.
We saw some old people gathered on a bench, reading through the coupons and foodstore advertisements in the Sunday paper.
One performer was under the bridge. He was dressed in this pseudo-Native American outfit and played the violin while singing in a mournful voice.
There was a juggler too...and someone painted up as the Statue of Liberty.
It was such a beautiful day out and as I rode my bike around, I could feel the wind dance across my face. This is such a lame comparison but I kind of felt like the Pee Wee Herman character in Pee Wee's Big Adventure---just riding around on a bike, slowly riding along, with a stupid, gleeful expression on my face.... minus the future impending porn theatre/masturbation charges.
The only unpleasant aspect of today was at the end of our biketrip. We were putting the bikes into the car and while taking the front tire off, my thumbnail came off. Fake nails suck. Now I see why "girly girls" never seem to do sports, heavy manual labor, etc... all I did was pull a lever on the side of the tire and the nail popped off. It quickly danced across the NYC sidewalk, only to be rescued by me and tucked away in my wallet. Argh.
Saturday, October 06, 2007
Back to my "roots"
I was only 6 years old when my Dad died, so I don't remember all too much about him. I remember that he had a bunch of colorful glass paperweights. I remember a thick-yarned knit cap he used to wear. I remember when he taught me how to draw fluffy clouds.
My mom has told me stories about how my dad used to go to garage sales all the time. When he passed away, she said the basement was FILLED with his stuff. She proceeded to pay someone money to haul all the stuff away. In retrospect, that kind of pisses me off---what could I have done back then? I didnt even understand what was happening.
I like to think that even though he wasn't around when I was growing up, that certain qualities of my dad have been passed down to me...like... my current fondness for glass paperweights... and my enjoyment of garage sales and fleamarkets.
I used to go to garage sales all the time in high school. I'd buy stupid stuff. Case in point: I remember buying a felt beet... I hung it on my bedroom wall. And I was obsessed with bright green and pink paisley/60s prints. The garage sale habit ended after college. This apartment is small enough as it is---no need to bring in more clutter---and the felt beet has long been gone.
Today, on a whim, I went to this rummage sale @ a local church. It SUCKED...random junk in boxes, unlabeled. I drove around for awhile and went to a few more garage sales. I love it because it's a sneak peek into someone's home and life. At this one house, there were a bunch of CDs like Offspring, Collective Soul, Green Day, etc. I guessed they had to belong to someone my age...I had most of those CDs in high school. At another house, I got to talking to the owner, this older and feisty lady, and she was telling me most of the stuff for sale at her house was stuff she got at other garage sales. The piles of STUFF on her lawn seemed endless.
I hate the garage sales where nothing has a price on it. Argh.
I'm home now and I was pretty conservative with my purchases... the buy of the day? Definitely these tacky, gold (spray painted?) eagle bookends :)
Also...I found this seashell-themed stationary set that I used to have when I was younger. I knew it was the same one b/c the company was Olympia. When I was 10 or 11, I used to go door-to-door selling stuff from Olympia sales club: wrapping paper, stationary, knickknacks, etc. You'd win prizes for selling a certain amount. It was like being Willie Loman, but the 10 year old version.
Being a kid now sucks... you're not "allowed" to sell door-to-door b/c of possible "bad people." Essentially, most of us are good people...or so I like to think.
My mom has told me stories about how my dad used to go to garage sales all the time. When he passed away, she said the basement was FILLED with his stuff. She proceeded to pay someone money to haul all the stuff away. In retrospect, that kind of pisses me off---what could I have done back then? I didnt even understand what was happening.
I like to think that even though he wasn't around when I was growing up, that certain qualities of my dad have been passed down to me...like... my current fondness for glass paperweights... and my enjoyment of garage sales and fleamarkets.
I used to go to garage sales all the time in high school. I'd buy stupid stuff. Case in point: I remember buying a felt beet... I hung it on my bedroom wall. And I was obsessed with bright green and pink paisley/60s prints. The garage sale habit ended after college. This apartment is small enough as it is---no need to bring in more clutter---and the felt beet has long been gone.
Today, on a whim, I went to this rummage sale @ a local church. It SUCKED...random junk in boxes, unlabeled. I drove around for awhile and went to a few more garage sales. I love it because it's a sneak peek into someone's home and life. At this one house, there were a bunch of CDs like Offspring, Collective Soul, Green Day, etc. I guessed they had to belong to someone my age...I had most of those CDs in high school. At another house, I got to talking to the owner, this older and feisty lady, and she was telling me most of the stuff for sale at her house was stuff she got at other garage sales. The piles of STUFF on her lawn seemed endless.
I hate the garage sales where nothing has a price on it. Argh.
I'm home now and I was pretty conservative with my purchases... the buy of the day? Definitely these tacky, gold (spray painted?) eagle bookends :)
Also...I found this seashell-themed stationary set that I used to have when I was younger. I knew it was the same one b/c the company was Olympia. When I was 10 or 11, I used to go door-to-door selling stuff from Olympia sales club: wrapping paper, stationary, knickknacks, etc. You'd win prizes for selling a certain amount. It was like being Willie Loman, but the 10 year old version.
Being a kid now sucks... you're not "allowed" to sell door-to-door b/c of possible "bad people." Essentially, most of us are good people...or so I like to think.
Friday, September 28, 2007
Hell Must've Frozen Over and Maybe Now Pigs Can Fly Too
First, I got highlights to my hair in the summer. This seemed MONUMENTAL to most people who know me because I am very low-maintenance. The highlights weren't a big deal though; Amy is a hairdresser and finally got me to cave in and change my hair. Before the highlights, the last time I dyed my hair was when I used Sun-In in 8th grade and turned a dark brown head of hair into orange.
Yesterday, I entered the dark side. I got fake nails.
I'm turning into a girly-girl... well, as girly-girl as I am capable of.
The thing is, I've always bitten my nails. I don't ever do it in front of other people (b/c I know it's a gross habit), but I'll bite my nails if I am nervous or bored. My mom used to say I'd never get a boyfriend because of my nails---- no one's ever complained. My grandma used to say,"You'll never get a job with nails like those." Um, job? Check.
The other day at the library, a patron said something to me. He said that I'm a "beeewww-tiful" girl and "Why you bite your nails?" I don't know... it got to me.
So yesterday I went to the salon and got them put on. The lady who did my nails said I was "special," and not in a complimentary way. I had to get gel nails..whatever those are...because my nails (more classifiable as "nubs" ) are so weak and acrylics wouldn't stay on.
At this point,
1] I HATE having fake nails...I have this fear that they will fall off and I won't have a tube of crazy glue handy. And why should you have to walk around fearing that you won't have the necessary pseudo-permanent adherence when you need it?
2] Having these nails is a pain in the ass. It takes 2x as long to button shirts, open things, put on jewelry, etc.
3] I'd rather stop biting my nails altogether than pay ripoff amounts at the salon...and instead spend my money on books and CDs.
I once had fake nails in high school. A friend put them on for me. On the walk home from her house, I began ripping them off.
If I didn't pay for these nails, they'd be in the garbage now too.
These nails are temporary... but I swear...I'll never bite my nails again...
Yesterday, I entered the dark side. I got fake nails.
I'm turning into a girly-girl... well, as girly-girl as I am capable of.
The thing is, I've always bitten my nails. I don't ever do it in front of other people (b/c I know it's a gross habit), but I'll bite my nails if I am nervous or bored. My mom used to say I'd never get a boyfriend because of my nails---- no one's ever complained. My grandma used to say,"You'll never get a job with nails like those." Um, job? Check.
The other day at the library, a patron said something to me. He said that I'm a "beeewww-tiful" girl and "Why you bite your nails?" I don't know... it got to me.
So yesterday I went to the salon and got them put on. The lady who did my nails said I was "special," and not in a complimentary way. I had to get gel nails..whatever those are...because my nails (more classifiable as "nubs" ) are so weak and acrylics wouldn't stay on.
At this point,
1] I HATE having fake nails...I have this fear that they will fall off and I won't have a tube of crazy glue handy. And why should you have to walk around fearing that you won't have the necessary pseudo-permanent adherence when you need it?
2] Having these nails is a pain in the ass. It takes 2x as long to button shirts, open things, put on jewelry, etc.
3] I'd rather stop biting my nails altogether than pay ripoff amounts at the salon...and instead spend my money on books and CDs.
I once had fake nails in high school. A friend put them on for me. On the walk home from her house, I began ripping them off.
If I didn't pay for these nails, they'd be in the garbage now too.
These nails are temporary... but I swear...I'll never bite my nails again...
Monday, September 24, 2007
Deli, deli, deli!
So annoying. I keep losing stuff. I somehow lost my Montclair parking hangtag, despite the fact that the hangtag is ALWAYS in my car. I somehow lost my student ID too. I don't know...sometimes I am ditzy when it comes to putting things in their right spot. The hangtag will probably surface under the sofa and the ID card will probably be in under the pseudo-dining room table.
Just got back from the foodstore. The deli area cracks me up. If I'm ever feeling down, I think I will simply drive over to a local supermarket and go in the deli section, waiting on line. It's amusing.
I LOVE the people who request samples. "Hmm, I'd like the swiss. Can I try some?" It's generally always old people or fat people that make this request. I guess what I think is amusing is that someone would need to taste the deli meats. Frankly, unless you're getting Snowball turkey (ick...how can you eat something that has an sexually disgusting meaning in the Urban dictionary?), there's not that much difference with deli meats.
Tonight, there was this "little guy" on the deli line. He kept getting 1/4 lb of this, 1/2 lb of that, 1/4 lb of this. He put the salami in the shopping cart and his lady [a GIANT compared to him] exclaimed, "You can't put that there. The bananas will smell like meat." I had a smile across my face. People are so odd.
Then there's the crazy people who request the deli people to slice the meats thinner and THINNER---these requests usually occur after the person has had 5 or 6 samples of the meat.
It's just the little, idiosyncratic things that people do that make me laugh---the type of things that arise out of the most seemingly boring places.
Just got back from the foodstore. The deli area cracks me up. If I'm ever feeling down, I think I will simply drive over to a local supermarket and go in the deli section, waiting on line. It's amusing.
I LOVE the people who request samples. "Hmm, I'd like the swiss. Can I try some?" It's generally always old people or fat people that make this request. I guess what I think is amusing is that someone would need to taste the deli meats. Frankly, unless you're getting Snowball turkey (ick...how can you eat something that has an sexually disgusting meaning in the Urban dictionary?), there's not that much difference with deli meats.
Tonight, there was this "little guy" on the deli line. He kept getting 1/4 lb of this, 1/2 lb of that, 1/4 lb of this. He put the salami in the shopping cart and his lady [a GIANT compared to him] exclaimed, "You can't put that there. The bananas will smell like meat." I had a smile across my face. People are so odd.
Then there's the crazy people who request the deli people to slice the meats thinner and THINNER---these requests usually occur after the person has had 5 or 6 samples of the meat.
It's just the little, idiosyncratic things that people do that make me laugh---the type of things that arise out of the most seemingly boring places.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Me: the posh, Euro-trash version
We got the latest issue of Radar magazine...The magazine is devoted to pop culture junk. I'd say it's comparable to People or US Weekly, but I feel that it is slightly more "educational" and "intelligent" than those magazines.
Anyway, Posh Spice...oh, sorry...Victoria Beckham...was on the cover with her hubby. 1] I generally am not attracted to the blonde-haired, blue-eyed "hunky" type but David Beckham is HOT. 2] Victoria Beckham looks alien-esque. Her breasts are ridiculously large, in contrast with the rest of her body. Her hair is curved toward her face as if it is controlled by some kind of mechanical device. Also, her head is large. And she always has a stupid look on her face.
So...anyway...
We have a wedding to go to at the end of the month. Instead of "always a bridesmaid, never a bride," I feel like my mantra should be, "Always a wedding guest, NEVER a bridesmaid." I've been to so many weddings in the past 3 years. I'm happy for friends/family and all but weddings are a bit annoying. Getting dressed up is fun but usually involves spending $$$; I'd rather buy a bunch of books and CDs. Secondly, the whole monetary wedding gift is so expensive. It's a large chunk out of your wallet if you have a few weddings within a year.
I pray that NO ONE ever asks me to be a bridesmaid. I won't be offended. I'll be thankful b/c it seems like a pain in the ass.
Ok, wedding, wedding.
We were down in AC for John's sister's birthday. The whole family went down there... it wasn't well-planned and we didn't do all that much except for eating fattening food. I did partake in two bubble baths with scorching hot water, so that was nice.
So we went to the outlets in AC and, on a whim, went into the BCBG store. Everyone that worked there was dressed in black and had super stylish hair. It reminded me of that SNL skit where Will Ferrell and co. work in a high fashion store- it's the cell phone skit.
Got some help trying on dresses but nothing seemed good. The one guy kept bringing me size 6s and 8s and when I would say, I'm nowhere near a size 6 ot 8," he'd act surprised and be like, "No way!" PLEASE...I'm not putting myself down...I'm a size 12 and I'm ok with that. Any idiot could look at me and know I am not a size 6.
Ok... "let me make this long story short." So I tried on several dresses. One was awesome but super casual. Then...the glitzy dress. It has empire waist, flows OUT instead of being clingy, and is an "adventurous" pale chocolate color. You have to understand, when I dress up I ALWAYS take refuge in the color black. Also, this dress has beading work by the empire waist.
Contemplated buying it, had them put it on hold for me, then walked around a bit more. 20 minutes later, I bought the dress. When I told John and his cousin where I got the dress, his cousin said, "That store is Euro-trash." Well, then,....I guess I'm Euro-Trash :)
Anyway, Posh Spice...oh, sorry...Victoria Beckham...was on the cover with her hubby. 1] I generally am not attracted to the blonde-haired, blue-eyed "hunky" type but David Beckham is HOT. 2] Victoria Beckham looks alien-esque. Her breasts are ridiculously large, in contrast with the rest of her body. Her hair is curved toward her face as if it is controlled by some kind of mechanical device. Also, her head is large. And she always has a stupid look on her face.
So...anyway...
We have a wedding to go to at the end of the month. Instead of "always a bridesmaid, never a bride," I feel like my mantra should be, "Always a wedding guest, NEVER a bridesmaid." I've been to so many weddings in the past 3 years. I'm happy for friends/family and all but weddings are a bit annoying. Getting dressed up is fun but usually involves spending $$$; I'd rather buy a bunch of books and CDs. Secondly, the whole monetary wedding gift is so expensive. It's a large chunk out of your wallet if you have a few weddings within a year.
I pray that NO ONE ever asks me to be a bridesmaid. I won't be offended. I'll be thankful b/c it seems like a pain in the ass.
Ok, wedding, wedding.
We were down in AC for John's sister's birthday. The whole family went down there... it wasn't well-planned and we didn't do all that much except for eating fattening food. I did partake in two bubble baths with scorching hot water, so that was nice.
So we went to the outlets in AC and, on a whim, went into the BCBG store. Everyone that worked there was dressed in black and had super stylish hair. It reminded me of that SNL skit where Will Ferrell and co. work in a high fashion store- it's the cell phone skit.
Got some help trying on dresses but nothing seemed good. The one guy kept bringing me size 6s and 8s and when I would say, I'm nowhere near a size 6 ot 8," he'd act surprised and be like, "No way!" PLEASE...I'm not putting myself down...I'm a size 12 and I'm ok with that. Any idiot could look at me and know I am not a size 6.
Ok... "let me make this long story short." So I tried on several dresses. One was awesome but super casual. Then...the glitzy dress. It has empire waist, flows OUT instead of being clingy, and is an "adventurous" pale chocolate color. You have to understand, when I dress up I ALWAYS take refuge in the color black. Also, this dress has beading work by the empire waist.
Contemplated buying it, had them put it on hold for me, then walked around a bit more. 20 minutes later, I bought the dress. When I told John and his cousin where I got the dress, his cousin said, "That store is Euro-trash." Well, then,....I guess I'm Euro-Trash :)
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