I went viral in my own way with the last blog post telling Facebook (and the world in general) to fuck off with the diet ads/products body shaming on my feed.
I checked my feed an hour or so later (because I'm on social media all the time and always close to my phone) and the targeted body shaming ads were (almost)* gone! Now the targeted ads were how to organize/take charge/fail less at my messy/chaotic family life. Body shaming ads to mom shaming ads.
*lets face it, there will always be a degree of body shaming even after the ashes of the patriarchy are scattered across the desert of men's tears
So hey, even though we know that Russia is totally messing around with us (though the chumps Russia fooled typically staunchly refuse to believe that) at least they are paying attention!
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Monday, August 20, 2018
Thursday, September 14, 2017
Call Me!
These are the phone numbers that I can rattle off no problem:
Well I once heard you have to repeat something (at least) 21 times before it's committed to memory. Being the mature young 20-something I was at the time to shut him up I started reciting his phone number. Twenty-one times.
me: 513-xxx-xxx. 513-xxx-xxx. 513-xxx-xxx...
::while following him around the apartment:: After the 10th time or so-
ex: okay, okay, I get it!
me: nope, it's gotta be 21 times before I remember. Great now I've lost count and have to start over.
me:-sigh-: 513-xxx-xxx. 513-xxx-xxx. 513-xxx-xxx. 513-xxx-xxx. 513-xxx-xxx....
Yup. But, hey, I learned his phone number. Which came in handy when I drunk texted him the holidays after we broke up.
- mine
- dr soc
- my parents' house
- work's public line if i think about it for a second
And:
And here's why. A friend had left her cell in my pool bag and neither one of us realized it until she and my ex were at work. She couldn't call her fiancé to get it from me because she didn't know his number. (I ended up dropping it off at work-which was not on the way- before I went out of town. ie: I'm a good friend) My ex was astounded she didn't know her fiancé's number, but I came to her defense. Ever since cell phones became the norm no one's really had to memorize a phone number since it's stored in your contact list. After all I didn't know his number off the top of my head.
He was gobsmacked (and pissed). How could I not know his number? After all, he knew my number! (but not the exact date of my birthday) And his phone number was so easy too! It was one number different than the area code and then 2 other numbers! How could his fiancé not know his number!?
- my ex fiancé's
And here's why. A friend had left her cell in my pool bag and neither one of us realized it until she and my ex were at work. She couldn't call her fiancé to get it from me because she didn't know his number. (I ended up dropping it off at work-which was not on the way- before I went out of town. ie: I'm a good friend) My ex was astounded she didn't know her fiancé's number, but I came to her defense. Ever since cell phones became the norm no one's really had to memorize a phone number since it's stored in your contact list. After all I didn't know his number off the top of my head.
He was gobsmacked (and pissed). How could I not know his number? After all, he knew my number! (but not the exact date of my birthday) And his phone number was so easy too! It was one number different than the area code and then 2 other numbers! How could his fiancé not know his number!?
Well I once heard you have to repeat something (at least) 21 times before it's committed to memory. Being the mature young 20-something I was at the time to shut him up I started reciting his phone number. Twenty-one times.
me: 513-xxx-xxx. 513-xxx-xxx. 513-xxx-xxx...
::while following him around the apartment:: After the 10th time or so-
ex: okay, okay, I get it!
me: nope, it's gotta be 21 times before I remember. Great now I've lost count and have to start over.
me:-sigh-: 513-xxx-xxx. 513-xxx-xxx. 513-xxx-xxx. 513-xxx-xxx. 513-xxx-xxx....
Yup. But, hey, I learned his phone number. Which came in handy when I drunk texted him the holidays after we broke up.
Tuesday, January 10, 2017
It's What I Do
For the longest time dr soc wanted a bench for shoe storage in our foyer-ish area for the 4 times a year people use the front door, and for the longest time I resisted. But with 16 people coming for Thanksgiving I finally acquiesced to it, but since I can be very particular when it comes to furniture, it was on me to find one we both liked.
So I found one on Amazon I liked and two days later (love Prime) it was on our doorstep. Dr soc assembled it, we put it in place and...it didn't look right.
Dr soc was indifferent on it but I liked it just enough to think about keeping it. So dr soc found another spot for it in the house because he loves me. But that spot made me indifferent on the bench. And then this conversation happened:
me: I'm fine with where that bench is. But you know that it's just going to become another spot I put stuff* on and clutter.
dr soc: But you don't have to put stuff there...
me: Yeah but I will. It's what I do.
dr soc: Yeah but you don't ...
me: It's what I do.
dr soc::sigh of resignation:: Can we send the bench back?
me: Yes. (once again, love Prime)
dr soc: Ok. Do it.
* he loves me decidedly less when the sprawl gets extra sprawly.
So I found one on Amazon I liked and two days later (love Prime) it was on our doorstep. Dr soc assembled it, we put it in place and...it didn't look right.
Dr soc was indifferent on it but I liked it just enough to think about keeping it. So dr soc found another spot for it in the house because he loves me. But that spot made me indifferent on the bench. And then this conversation happened:
me: I'm fine with where that bench is. But you know that it's just going to become another spot I put stuff* on and clutter.
dr soc: But you don't have to put stuff there...
me: Yeah but I will. It's what I do.
dr soc: Yeah but you don't ...
me: It's what I do.
dr soc::sigh of resignation:: Can we send the bench back?
me: Yes. (once again, love Prime)
dr soc: Ok. Do it.
* he loves me decidedly less when the sprawl gets extra sprawly.
Thursday, September 11, 2014
Math is Hard
At least 1992 Teen Talk Barbie thought so. (Apparently the actual saying is "math class is tough!" But "math is hard!" is funnier and Barbie has a pink convertible and a dream home, so, yeah, I'm going to make fun of her a little bit) Now my math skills can get rusty like anything else if you use them, but in general math is something I "get" and isn't an impossible task.
Unless. It involves the 1990's.
I will explain.
We were going through the materials at work that hadn't circulated in 2+ years. Some stuff was just not on the shelf, some were outdated and some were just plain terrible books that should have never been printed in the first place.
One of the books that circulated in some time was the book Kids, Computers, and Homework. It was the last copy in the entire system, but it was also one of those outdated materials I was referring to earlier. Even with it's awesome graphics I couldn't see a reason to keep it in circulation.
me: When was that published?
coworker: 1995. There probably isn't any relative information in this thing.
me: 1995? ~I quickly do the math~ Yeah, that was nearly 10 years ago. There might have been a few changes in computers in that time.
coworker: Ten? You mean 20 years ago...
me: ::pause:: ~quickly do the math again~ Shit! You're right. What the hell?! How are the 90s not 10 years ago? Because I remember the 90s and I swear that was only 10 years ago.
coworker: I don't know, I remember them too.
me: I seriously don't understand how someone born in 1992 can legally drink. Math is hard when it comes to the 90s.
Unless. It involves the 1990's.
I will explain.
We were going through the materials at work that hadn't circulated in 2+ years. Some stuff was just not on the shelf, some were outdated and some were just plain terrible books that should have never been printed in the first place.
One of the books that circulated in some time was the book Kids, Computers, and Homework. It was the last copy in the entire system, but it was also one of those outdated materials I was referring to earlier. Even with it's awesome graphics I couldn't see a reason to keep it in circulation.
me: When was that published?
coworker: 1995. There probably isn't any relative information in this thing.
me: 1995? ~I quickly do the math~ Yeah, that was nearly 10 years ago. There might have been a few changes in computers in that time.
coworker: Ten? You mean 20 years ago...
me: ::pause:: ~quickly do the math again~ Shit! You're right. What the hell?! How are the 90s not 10 years ago? Because I remember the 90s and I swear that was only 10 years ago.
coworker: I don't know, I remember them too.
me: I seriously don't understand how someone born in 1992 can legally drink. Math is hard when it comes to the 90s.
Monday, March 3, 2014
novocaine
Last week out of the blue I had a monster toothache flare up. I really was in agony, the throbbing got so intense that I was on the brink of tears at time. At home I took a few anti-inflammatories and kept an icepack to my face to alleviate some of the pain, but my 7am dentist appointment the next morning couldn't come fast enough.
Thank god I was able to get an appointment though. I had tried to call them several times while at work and the call dropped and never connected every time. For a dentists' office that sends a snail-mail reminder, an email, a phone call and text message to remind you of an appointment, it was baffling not being able to call them. I decided to try their appointment request online, and about an hour later they emailed me back with a 7am or noon appointment. (Turns out their phones were down that day for some reason, but it was so frustrating to not be able to call them the one time i really really needed to see them.)
Anyway, 7am arrives and I am in the dentist chair, miserable and still holding the icepack to my face. The dentist figured the pain could be from one thing or another. Either the nerve was infected and created and abscess that would require a root canal specialist, or the nerve was just beat up from my bite and the whole area around the tooth was bruised. But to even figure it out they would have to do a bite adjustment. If the pain increased I needed the specialist, if it decreased I had the bruise. Before they started the bite adjustment though, my dentist said I probably couldn't take all the work they would have to so they were going to give me some Novocaine to help then get to work.
My reaction to the Novocaine? "Yay!" Apparently, that is not a normal response.
PS: I had the bruise. Yay again!
Thank god I was able to get an appointment though. I had tried to call them several times while at work and the call dropped and never connected every time. For a dentists' office that sends a snail-mail reminder, an email, a phone call and text message to remind you of an appointment, it was baffling not being able to call them. I decided to try their appointment request online, and about an hour later they emailed me back with a 7am or noon appointment. (Turns out their phones were down that day for some reason, but it was so frustrating to not be able to call them the one time i really really needed to see them.)
Anyway, 7am arrives and I am in the dentist chair, miserable and still holding the icepack to my face. The dentist figured the pain could be from one thing or another. Either the nerve was infected and created and abscess that would require a root canal specialist, or the nerve was just beat up from my bite and the whole area around the tooth was bruised. But to even figure it out they would have to do a bite adjustment. If the pain increased I needed the specialist, if it decreased I had the bruise. Before they started the bite adjustment though, my dentist said I probably couldn't take all the work they would have to so they were going to give me some Novocaine to help then get to work.
My reaction to the Novocaine? "Yay!" Apparently, that is not a normal response.
PS: I had the bruise. Yay again!
Thursday, May 16, 2013
OMG
My mom doesn't text. Granted, I don't text much either because I am the slowest texter ever. I have a dinosaur for a phone that can only do one thing at a time, so it (ok, me) can't keep up with rapid fire group messages, plus I insist on spelling everything out since I hate text talk with the exception of STD because that is hysterical. Though I on occasion I use btw or fyi for brevity's sake, and sometimes things happen and the only thing that can be used to describe something is an OMG.
Anyway.
After seeing my sister and I use/play/facetime on our ipads, my mom hinted heavily that she would definitely want one when there were grandchildren. And since my sister is due in September (!!!), grandchildren are no longer an abstract thing. So for Mother's Day, Amy and I (and our husbands) got mom and ipad. It was scheduled to arrive the day after Mother's Day, and we didn't give her any hints, so she said she would email us when she received her present. Mom's email subject line when she opened the packaging slip? OMG!
Frankly I am just amused that my mom a) used OMG and b) even knew OMG in the first place!
Anyway.
After seeing my sister and I use/play/facetime on our ipads, my mom hinted heavily that she would definitely want one when there were grandchildren. And since my sister is due in September (!!!), grandchildren are no longer an abstract thing. So for Mother's Day, Amy and I (and our husbands) got mom and ipad. It was scheduled to arrive the day after Mother's Day, and we didn't give her any hints, so she said she would email us when she received her present. Mom's email subject line when she opened the packaging slip? OMG!
Frankly I am just amused that my mom a) used OMG and b) even knew OMG in the first place!
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Remember how I was a little scared of my uk email address? I thought I was over that completely by graduating and giving uc the bird.
Yeah. I have the same anxiety for my grad school email address too.
Dammit.
It's not a crippling sense of fear and you'll find me curled up in the corner rocking myself whenever I have to check my school email. But as someone who checks 4 different email accounts 4 times a day the point of having to remind myself to check my grad school email something into itself. And then I have to search for a little bit of courage and will myself to do so, and I can't log off soon enough.
UK was NOT uc.
UNCG is NOT uc either.
I will not be fighting tooth and nail to flounder in grad school. I will not doubt or struggle on my career choice. And I will not fail here.
And yet, the smallest whimper escapes me when I have to check an email account. Dammit.
Yeah. I have the same anxiety for my grad school email address too.
Dammit.
It's not a crippling sense of fear and you'll find me curled up in the corner rocking myself whenever I have to check my school email. But as someone who checks 4 different email accounts 4 times a day the point of having to remind myself to check my grad school email something into itself. And then I have to search for a little bit of courage and will myself to do so, and I can't log off soon enough.
UK was NOT uc.
UNCG is NOT uc either.
I will not be fighting tooth and nail to flounder in grad school. I will not doubt or struggle on my career choice. And I will not fail here.
And yet, the smallest whimper escapes me when I have to check an email account. Dammit.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Hidden Meanings
My facebook status today: there are 32 days until the wedding. Yes. I'm counting.
What I meant: there are 32 days until the wedding. rsv fcking p bitches.
I did get 14 likes. And then an rsvp later in the evening. But of those 14 likes, 5 of those punks haven't officially rsvped. Sigh
What I meant: there are 32 days until the wedding. rsv fcking p bitches.
I did get 14 likes. And then an rsvp later in the evening. But of those 14 likes, 5 of those punks haven't officially rsvped. Sigh
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
X-ref
The wedding spreadsheet is named "bubble of tulle" and it contains most thing bubble of tulle related. It's a biiiiig spreadsheet. But I also have several other documents on the computer, of addresses and who's invited to what lists. To which I say, thank god for copy and paste.
But here and there, new things trickle in. A changed address, a noticed misspelling, an invite you don't want to send but know you have to*, ect... So, then I have to change something. But then once I change something on the master list, that means I have to find and change the other 14 places that I have the information on, so as not to be confused about anything.
Now, there's this handy thing in autocad called an x-ref. And basically, it's the master drawing and you change anything on it, it updates all the other drawings that are layered on top of it. It's pretty awesome and frankly it spoiled me because I know such things are possible.
Because what I really really want, as I'm hunting for those 14 different places I've got the same info on, is an x-ref for wedding stuff.
*I also would like an "undesirable" table. Besides being banished from all the cool tables, they also must sit furthest from the head table and the bar.
But here and there, new things trickle in. A changed address, a noticed misspelling, an invite you don't want to send but know you have to*, ect... So, then I have to change something. But then once I change something on the master list, that means I have to find and change the other 14 places that I have the information on, so as not to be confused about anything.
Now, there's this handy thing in autocad called an x-ref. And basically, it's the master drawing and you change anything on it, it updates all the other drawings that are layered on top of it. It's pretty awesome and frankly it spoiled me because I know such things are possible.
Because what I really really want, as I'm hunting for those 14 different places I've got the same info on, is an x-ref for wedding stuff.
*I also would like an "undesirable" table. Besides being banished from all the cool tables, they also must sit furthest from the head table and the bar.
Friday, December 2, 2011
Lurk
I admit that I lurk on some of the knot message boards.
I'm looking for a seamstress in Charlotte and a florist in Lexington, so I've been using the local message boards for vendor reviews and names. And then of course I go play in the tulle vortex and lurk on the rest of them reading about rsvp drama, and cake nightmares. Good times yo. I do not, however, post on the message boards. Partly because I don't care enough, but also because I don't know the lingo.
But there was one time I was tempted to comment. A bride not familiar with Lexington asked if anyone knew anything about a particular venue. Oh I knew something alright. I know that until a few years ago, it used to be a funeral home.
It was completely remodeled, they put on an addition and from the pictures on the website it really is very pretty. But because I went to middle school next door to it, I know what it used to be. For a building located in the historic district, there seems to be bit of history about the facility missing from their site. (Do you blame them though?) Knowing what I knew about the previous use, I couldn't possibly get over the icky factor of it and didn't even bring it to our table of possible venues, even though it fell within our budget. Mike was curious* about why I wasn't researching this place more since I had scoured the internets for details for everything else and asked why. So I told him exactly why and that it was bad juju. He needed no other explanation, agreed with me promptly, and we didn't discuss the venue further.
But just because we didn't want this venue for that particular reason, doesn't mean that I have to ruin it for someone else with my knowledge.** So I didn't comment. First because I'm not a commenter on these things, only a lurker. And second, I'm not an asshole.
*this was in the very early days of wedding planning and he was genuinely curious. And didn't know any better. He asked a question and was completely overwhelmed when I launched into a 30 minute detailed explanation of god knows what wedding related. He's since learned that when it comes to the tulle vortex, he is just let me swirl around in there and only pull me out if I start causing some damage.
**I think she ended up booking it. I lurked back on the message boards and she had posted an update. Fun times for her!
I'm looking for a seamstress in Charlotte and a florist in Lexington, so I've been using the local message boards for vendor reviews and names. And then of course I go play in the tulle vortex and lurk on the rest of them reading about rsvp drama, and cake nightmares. Good times yo. I do not, however, post on the message boards. Partly because I don't care enough, but also because I don't know the lingo.
But there was one time I was tempted to comment. A bride not familiar with Lexington asked if anyone knew anything about a particular venue. Oh I knew something alright. I know that until a few years ago, it used to be a funeral home.
It was completely remodeled, they put on an addition and from the pictures on the website it really is very pretty. But because I went to middle school next door to it, I know what it used to be. For a building located in the historic district, there seems to be bit of history about the facility missing from their site. (Do you blame them though?) Knowing what I knew about the previous use, I couldn't possibly get over the icky factor of it and didn't even bring it to our table of possible venues, even though it fell within our budget. Mike was curious* about why I wasn't researching this place more since I had scoured the internets for details for everything else and asked why. So I told him exactly why and that it was bad juju. He needed no other explanation, agreed with me promptly, and we didn't discuss the venue further.
But just because we didn't want this venue for that particular reason, doesn't mean that I have to ruin it for someone else with my knowledge.** So I didn't comment. First because I'm not a commenter on these things, only a lurker. And second, I'm not an asshole.
*this was in the very early days of wedding planning and he was genuinely curious. And didn't know any better. He asked a question and was completely overwhelmed when I launched into a 30 minute detailed explanation of god knows what wedding related. He's since learned that when it comes to the tulle vortex, he is just let me swirl around in there and only pull me out if I start causing some damage.
**I think she ended up booking it. I lurked back on the message boards and she had posted an update. Fun times for her!
Monday, November 28, 2011
Best Acronym Ever
I'm on the knot reading etiquette message boards. And because some brides take all their time debating god knows what, they don't have time to use their words, so they abbreviate or use an acronym for every single fcking thing.
So idk wth ppl r saying.
There is however, one that cracks me up. Someone posted to the message boards asking if her wedding date was a bad date. And the general consensus was check w/the key members of who you want there, and if the date works for them to go for it. Just be sure to send out stds.
Now I don't know which std is more wedding related, or how well something like the clap travels via mail. But I'm just going to say that if I received a std from someone I probably don't want to go to their wedding!
So idk wth ppl r saying.
There is however, one that cracks me up. Someone posted to the message boards asking if her wedding date was a bad date. And the general consensus was check w/the key members of who you want there, and if the date works for them to go for it. Just be sure to send out stds.
Now I don't know which std is more wedding related, or how well something like the clap travels via mail. But I'm just going to say that if I received a std from someone I probably don't want to go to their wedding!
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Texting
me: Mom just called. She's on her way.
mike: Well, hopefully she'll be there before you have to go to work.
me: Fingers crossed. She won't be able to get a hold of me there, so she'll more than likely try call you trying to get into the house. Which, does she even have your number?
mike: I think so. I've called her before. You could text it to her just in case...
--here we both start laughing--
me: -snort-- You know my mom doesn't know how to text!
mike: Yeah, as I was saying the words I realized that that wouldn't work.
Yeah, my mom really doesn't know how to use her cell phone. Which is actually pretty funny until you need to get a hold of her. It's actually my old cell, so she just took over the number when I switched back onto their plan. I think she's finally got in the habit of having it on her, but she still never hears it so she never answers it. The one time she did pick up I was so surprised I thought I had the wrong number. I never bother to leave a message because she doesn't know how to check for them, let alone the pin number to access them. Even the out going message is the message I recorded years ago for my voicemail. Then, when texting became a valid form of communication (though I still abhor text talk and spelling and staunchly refuse to use it), for my mom to use it, I just chalked that up a lost cause.
mike: Well, hopefully she'll be there before you have to go to work.
me: Fingers crossed. She won't be able to get a hold of me there, so she'll more than likely try call you trying to get into the house. Which, does she even have your number?
mike: I think so. I've called her before. You could text it to her just in case...
--here we both start laughing--
me: -snort-- You know my mom doesn't know how to text!
mike: Yeah, as I was saying the words I realized that that wouldn't work.
Yeah, my mom really doesn't know how to use her cell phone. Which is actually pretty funny until you need to get a hold of her. It's actually my old cell, so she just took over the number when I switched back onto their plan. I think she's finally got in the habit of having it on her, but she still never hears it so she never answers it. The one time she did pick up I was so surprised I thought I had the wrong number. I never bother to leave a message because she doesn't know how to check for them, let alone the pin number to access them. Even the out going message is the message I recorded years ago for my voicemail. Then, when texting became a valid form of communication (though I still abhor text talk and spelling and staunchly refuse to use it), for my mom to use it, I just chalked that up a lost cause.
Friday, October 21, 2011
Coffee Maker
Never ask a non-coffee drinker to set up your coffee maker for you. I doesn't end well.
I love my fiance. I can prove this because I drove him to the airport at 5am* this morning. It being an early flight and me having to work late last night meant we would have to go to bed almost as soon as I got home. And knowing that I wouldn't be awake enough to drive if I didn't have coffee in the morning, I needed to set my delay brew (one of the worlds best inventions in my opinion). However, I didn't figure this out until right before I needed to leave for work. So as I'm putting on my shoes about to run out the door, I asked Mike if he could set up my coffee for the morning.
He says yes but a look of concern crosses his face. I give him the cliff notes version: water, filter, coffee. I'll set up the timer, and the look of concern goes away. I get home last night, set the timer, open the lid and see there is coffee in the filter and think nothing more of it. This morning I hear the (obnoxious) beeps of my coffee maker after it's done brewing, and I start to pour it into my travel mug...and it's just cold water in the pot. He got the water** part. He just didn't pour it into the coffee maker...
Fortunately, there was time for me to pour the water into the proper place and brew the coffee for real. And because my love for him trumps my caffeine addiction, I just found the whole thing silly and not annoying. But lesson learned nonetheless.
*It's the 5 am part that proves I love him. Airport pickup/drop off duties are part of duties once you have been fiance-ed, if that stage has not already been reached in your relationship.
**An ex wanted to make a cup of coffee to stay up late (after telling me that he was stronger than me for not having a caffeine dependency the week before), so he stared at the coffee maker wondering how the coffee maker magically turned the solid coffee grinds into liquid.
I love my fiance. I can prove this because I drove him to the airport at 5am* this morning. It being an early flight and me having to work late last night meant we would have to go to bed almost as soon as I got home. And knowing that I wouldn't be awake enough to drive if I didn't have coffee in the morning, I needed to set my delay brew (one of the worlds best inventions in my opinion). However, I didn't figure this out until right before I needed to leave for work. So as I'm putting on my shoes about to run out the door, I asked Mike if he could set up my coffee for the morning.
He says yes but a look of concern crosses his face. I give him the cliff notes version: water, filter, coffee. I'll set up the timer, and the look of concern goes away. I get home last night, set the timer, open the lid and see there is coffee in the filter and think nothing more of it. This morning I hear the (obnoxious) beeps of my coffee maker after it's done brewing, and I start to pour it into my travel mug...and it's just cold water in the pot. He got the water** part. He just didn't pour it into the coffee maker...
Fortunately, there was time for me to pour the water into the proper place and brew the coffee for real. And because my love for him trumps my caffeine addiction, I just found the whole thing silly and not annoying. But lesson learned nonetheless.
*It's the 5 am part that proves I love him. Airport pickup/drop off duties are part of duties once you have been fiance-ed, if that stage has not already been reached in your relationship.
**An ex wanted to make a cup of coffee to stay up late (after telling me that he was stronger than me for not having a caffeine dependency the week before), so he stared at the coffee maker wondering how the coffee maker magically turned the solid coffee grinds into liquid.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Bubble of Tulle path
Fiance was on the phone with his brother last night so I was tooling around on the knot. Though I already have my dress, I ended up looking in the gown section, mostly out of curiosity's sake.
Here is a synopsis of my click path:
--12 seconds later--
I need to get off the knot don't I?
Here is a synopsis of my click path:
- Wedding dress trends of 2011. Straps and butterflies are in. So are blush wedding gowns.
- 10 things you need to know/do after you get the dress.
- Find the best accessories for your dress and personal style.
- Here I detoured to the 10 commandments of wedding bands, but that was lame so I went back to finding my accessory style.
- Need help with your something blue? Try these 5 hot ideas. (yes, $1,115 sapphire earrings are indeed a great something blue. And so reasonable!)
- Accessories dictionary, what is what?
- Are you a veil bride or a hair bride? (I'm both. The knot only allows you to be one or the other. So this article was no help to me whatsoever.)
- What kind of lingerie fits me best. (None of your business!)
- Tips for finding the best underwear for under your dress.
- What kind of pantyhose should I opt for on my wedding day.
--12 seconds later--
I need to get off the knot don't I?
Monday, June 13, 2011
Elephant Feet
With websites like zappos, I can shoe shop whenever I want and never even have to leave my couch. So I'm browsing for my wedding shoes. Of course I am. I haven't decided on anything yet and they may or not be colored. Just cause. If I do do color, they will more than likely be pink, but I may do yellow. (Blue would be cool too for my something blue, but everyone wants to do that since Carrie Bradshaw wed Big in that bullshit* sex in the city movie, and I am so not Carrie Bradshaw**)
I wear a 6-7, depending on the type of shoe. Thing is, I have wide feet. Which for some reason surprises people. I can wear a regular/medium shoe width fine, but wide shoes are much more comfortable for me. Especially for running shoes, those things gotta be comfortable. I want to wear my wedding shoes through my wedding day, because, well I do. If I'm going to get fabulous wedding shoes, I want to wear them as much as I can on my fabulous wedding day.
So I'm looking on shoe websites. Of course the shoes I like are $230. Of course they are. Then I turned on the filter option for wide, because why not. But the wide heels (or heels that have a wide option) are mostly all kinda chunky looking and, in my opinion, kinda ugly. Not what I'm looking for. And I thought "what's with all the wide shoes being ugly? I just have a wide foot, I'm not a freak."
*I liked the show well enough, but it's bullshit. In real life, power player guys like Mr Big don't change for their girlfriend, they don't fly to Paris to win her back, and they most certainly don't come begging to be forgiven after jilting their bride at the alter.
**Clearly, I am Charlotte. Because she is the desperately wants to get married and have babies one. And, I have dark hair.
I wear a 6-7, depending on the type of shoe. Thing is, I have wide feet. Which for some reason surprises people. I can wear a regular/medium shoe width fine, but wide shoes are much more comfortable for me. Especially for running shoes, those things gotta be comfortable. I want to wear my wedding shoes through my wedding day, because, well I do. If I'm going to get fabulous wedding shoes, I want to wear them as much as I can on my fabulous wedding day.
So I'm looking on shoe websites. Of course the shoes I like are $230. Of course they are. Then I turned on the filter option for wide, because why not. But the wide heels (or heels that have a wide option) are mostly all kinda chunky looking and, in my opinion, kinda ugly. Not what I'm looking for. And I thought "what's with all the wide shoes being ugly? I just have a wide foot, I'm not a freak."
*I liked the show well enough, but it's bullshit. In real life, power player guys like Mr Big don't change for their girlfriend, they don't fly to Paris to win her back, and they most certainly don't come begging to be forgiven after jilting their bride at the alter.
**Clearly, I am Charlotte. Because she is the desperately wants to get married and have babies one. And, I have dark hair.
Friday, May 13, 2011
Linked
Hey, whats with my ex boyfriends wanting me to join their professional network on Linked In?
Yeah, I have a profile on Linked In. I use the term profile loosely though. I have something like half a profile with my name, my most recent library job, and my two schools, but that's it. Not even a picture. I updated my profession as recent grad shortly after I graduated, but that's about it. I don't even know if I changed my city.
But every now and again I get those so-and-so would like to add you to their professional network emails. After I get a few I log in, accept the request and that's about it. But the last two were sent within a few days of each other and they were both from ex-boyfriends. Which struck me as a funny coincidence, considering about a month ago the ex-fiance sent me a request. (Right around the time dr soc and I started ring shopping. Yeah, little awkward). That was the one request I took care of in a professional time frame though. I was going to wait a while but then I didn't want to keep getting reminders from him/Linked In, so I logged in rejected his request in a timely fashion.
Anyway, I just thought it was weird that some of my ex's think I'm worth some sort link on a professional level.
Yeah, I have a profile on Linked In. I use the term profile loosely though. I have something like half a profile with my name, my most recent library job, and my two schools, but that's it. Not even a picture. I updated my profession as recent grad shortly after I graduated, but that's about it. I don't even know if I changed my city.
But every now and again I get those so-and-so would like to add you to their professional network emails. After I get a few I log in, accept the request and that's about it. But the last two were sent within a few days of each other and they were both from ex-boyfriends. Which struck me as a funny coincidence, considering about a month ago the ex-fiance sent me a request. (Right around the time dr soc and I started ring shopping. Yeah, little awkward). That was the one request I took care of in a professional time frame though. I was going to wait a while but then I didn't want to keep getting reminders from him/Linked In, so I logged in rejected his request in a timely fashion.
Anyway, I just thought it was weird that some of my ex's think I'm worth some sort link on a professional level.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Tied in "Knots"
Planning a wedding is daunting for some. Me, not so much. (I have been dreaming of my wedding since I was 6 (yes, I am that girl. And no, you are probably not surprised by that)). As soon as I was in sight of the tulle vortex, I took off squealing like a kid in a candy store and didn't look back. (nope, didn't even pretend to hold it back)
There was one place though, that I didn't dare venture to: The knot. The knot terrifies me. I was on the knot for my first wedding and it scared me then too. (Though that could have been due to my apprehensions towards the marriage and that wedding planning was a chore.) I got about 2 step into it before I realized brides be crazy. In a bride's defense, it's very easy to get caught up in all the hoopla, glamor and romance of it all. The wedding industry is a 4 million dollar industry for a reason. The knot saw the market and capitalized on it, it's good business. But still, the site slightly terrifies me. Because I don't want to drink the kool-aid and turn into one of those caricatures who think that the big day is doomed by not having the perfect shade of pink silk hand embroidered by blind nuns.
While I didn't shy away from planning this wedding in the slightest, I still need ideas. I'm very visual and sometimes, you just have to see things to know if it'll work or not. And the knot, has lots and lots of images. Believe me, I wanted to avoid that crazy if at all possible. I google searched and tried to circumnavigate around it (and bing is bullshit, I don't care), but 80% of what I wanted more details on is somehow knot related. You only have to join the site and log in to see anything. So I caved and joined. I put in my email (a new one since dr soc and I have an account for all wedding stuff. Not to mention I can't use my email because it's still linked to my first wedding and ex's name since you can't delete your account. (The knot does not think anyone will calling off a wedding. How could anyone want to do that?)) But I as I hit submit with my info, I grasped for that last strand of defiance and thought: FINE!! I will join the knot. ::stomps off::
There was one place though, that I didn't dare venture to: The knot. The knot terrifies me. I was on the knot for my first wedding and it scared me then too. (Though that could have been due to my apprehensions towards the marriage and that wedding planning was a chore.) I got about 2 step into it before I realized brides be crazy. In a bride's defense, it's very easy to get caught up in all the hoopla, glamor and romance of it all. The wedding industry is a 4 million dollar industry for a reason. The knot saw the market and capitalized on it, it's good business. But still, the site slightly terrifies me. Because I don't want to drink the kool-aid and turn into one of those caricatures who think that the big day is doomed by not having the perfect shade of pink silk hand embroidered by blind nuns.
While I didn't shy away from planning this wedding in the slightest, I still need ideas. I'm very visual and sometimes, you just have to see things to know if it'll work or not. And the knot, has lots and lots of images. Believe me, I wanted to avoid that crazy if at all possible. I google searched and tried to circumnavigate around it (and bing is bullshit, I don't care), but 80% of what I wanted more details on is somehow knot related. You only have to join the site and log in to see anything. So I caved and joined. I put in my email (a new one since dr soc and I have an account for all wedding stuff. Not to mention I can't use my email because it's still linked to my first wedding and ex's name since you can't delete your account. (The knot does not think anyone will calling off a wedding. How could anyone want to do that?)) But I as I hit submit with my info, I grasped for that last strand of defiance and thought: FINE!! I will join the knot. ::stomps off::
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Media firestorm
This was my twitter feed Friday/Saturday:
Spazzella: though not officially engaged, Mike and I are starting to look at wedding dates, venues and set up a joint email account for registering.
--2 seconds later--
I'm squeeing like you wouldn't believe!
-- The next morning as I continue to squee--
I've been released me down the bubble of tulle path. I have already priced 4 different venues. he has no idea what he's unleashed!
And thus the twitter/facebook firestorm of "are you engaged?!?! questions. Which is a very fair question. The short, and official for the moment answer is: no, we are not engaged . Dr soc has not proposed, we are still calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend, and I have booked nothing and/or put money down for the happiest day of our lives. YET.
As a way of calming everyone, including myself, down, I offer up this explanation tweet: not officially. but we were looking at time frames, budget calculations and how much $ to save, and I took off to the bot w/out looking back!
Which I did. I just got really, really excited and thus took off running into "plan" mode. And a dear dear friend got just as excited as I did and added fuel to the excited fire.
So while I created my own little hurricane of crazy and had to do some damage control, I'm still completely excited about it. I was never this excited about my other engagement or wedding. I have no hesitations and I can't wait. And as a final thought, I leave you my last tweet of the firestorm: don't worry my dears, when mike pops the question, we'll inform ya'll in a much more personal way than announcing it via facebook or twitter! this was my
Spazzella: though not officially engaged, Mike and I are starting to look at wedding dates, venues and set up a joint email account for registering.
--2 seconds later--
I'm squeeing like you wouldn't believe!
-- The next morning as I continue to squee--
I've been released me down the bubble of tulle path. I have already priced 4 different venues. he has no idea what he's unleashed!
And thus the twitter/facebook firestorm of "are you engaged?!?! questions. Which is a very fair question. The short, and official for the moment answer is: no, we are not engaged . Dr soc has not proposed, we are still calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend, and I have booked nothing and/or put money down for the happiest day of our lives. YET.
As a way of calming everyone, including myself, down, I offer up this explanation tweet: not officially. but we were looking at time frames, budget calculations and how much $ to save, and I took off to the bot w/out looking back!
Which I did. I just got really, really excited and thus took off running into "plan" mode. And a dear dear friend got just as excited as I did and added fuel to the excited fire.
So while I created my own little hurricane of crazy and had to do some damage control, I'm still completely excited about it. I was never this excited about my other engagement or wedding. I have no hesitations and I can't wait. And as a final thought, I leave you my last tweet of the firestorm: don't worry my dears, when mike pops the question, we'll inform ya'll in a much more personal way than announcing it via facebook or twitter! this was my
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Mommy Dearest
I was talking w/my mom on the phone after my interview and I was telling her about the MIA printer cords. She completely understood the horror story daap flashbacks, but then I think went into mom mode and tried to fix the problem*.
mom: Well what kind of printer is it? What kind of cords do you need?
me: It's an hp something or other. I don't know the model number off hand. Mike has an hp as well but not the same model because we already tried to swap cords and his wouldn't fit my printer.
mom: Hmm. Ok, we'll I'll just bring all the cords we have here when we visit in a few weeks and maybe one of those it the right cord.
me: Mom! No, I can get a printer cord here, it's fine. And besides, why would we have spare hp cables laying around the house? (my dad used to work for Lexmark, and hp is a competitor. Talk about printing with the enemy.)
mom: Good point. Ok, yeah, you can fix this printer thing on your own.
--The conversation continues about something else and eventually turns back to the when they visit--
mom: We don't need to get a hotel do we?
me: No! I have a 5 bedroom house (yep), you even have your choice of room color, green or orange. And they both have a bathroom close. Why would you think that?
mom: I don't know. Anyway that's good.
--yadda yadda yadda--
mom: I'll also bring all yours and Amy's gel packets that are here.
me: I have those too. We have running stores here too. I went and got my supply for this spring.
mom: Ok well I'll bring them anyway.
me: Mom...do you think I live in the middle of nowhere? It's not impossible for me to get stuff.
mom: No, I don't think that... It's just....
me: It's ok mom. Bring the gels, I'll eventually use them and I know you don't, and they keep a while. This way you can stop hauling them around with you every time one of us runs a race.
mom: Oh good. I'm tired of doing that.
me: Ok, good. Amy and I can both get things where we live. Now you just have to stop buying them, ok?
mom: Yeah, I'm tired of that too.
me: see, problem solved.
* I love my mom and I think we have a pretty good respectful relationship as far as mother/daughters go. But you have to admit she's a little nuts! I blame the asian.**
** dr soc hates it when I pull the race card, especially if I refer my mom as a "crazy asian," Something about his social equality phd. I also think he fears/wonders if I'm going to go nuts like my mom. Let's face it the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree. Yet he's more than ok with our kids claiming asian/mixed on a scan-tron, especially if that means they get scholarship money. And besides, I think marrying a half asian (slightly crazy or not) gives him more street cred as a sociologist. So there!
mom: Well what kind of printer is it? What kind of cords do you need?
me: It's an hp something or other. I don't know the model number off hand. Mike has an hp as well but not the same model because we already tried to swap cords and his wouldn't fit my printer.
mom: Hmm. Ok, we'll I'll just bring all the cords we have here when we visit in a few weeks and maybe one of those it the right cord.
me: Mom! No, I can get a printer cord here, it's fine. And besides, why would we have spare hp cables laying around the house? (my dad used to work for Lexmark, and hp is a competitor. Talk about printing with the enemy.)
mom: Good point. Ok, yeah, you can fix this printer thing on your own.
--The conversation continues about something else and eventually turns back to the when they visit--
mom: We don't need to get a hotel do we?
me: No! I have a 5 bedroom house (yep), you even have your choice of room color, green or orange. And they both have a bathroom close. Why would you think that?
mom: I don't know. Anyway that's good.
--yadda yadda yadda--
mom: I'll also bring all yours and Amy's gel packets that are here.
me: I have those too. We have running stores here too. I went and got my supply for this spring.
mom: Ok well I'll bring them anyway.
me: Mom...do you think I live in the middle of nowhere? It's not impossible for me to get stuff.
mom: No, I don't think that... It's just....
me: It's ok mom. Bring the gels, I'll eventually use them and I know you don't, and they keep a while. This way you can stop hauling them around with you every time one of us runs a race.
mom: Oh good. I'm tired of doing that.
me: Ok, good. Amy and I can both get things where we live. Now you just have to stop buying them, ok?
mom: Yeah, I'm tired of that too.
me: see, problem solved.
* I love my mom and I think we have a pretty good respectful relationship as far as mother/daughters go. But you have to admit she's a little nuts! I blame the asian.**
** dr soc hates it when I pull the race card, especially if I refer my mom as a "crazy asian," Something about his social equality phd. I also think he fears/wonders if I'm going to go nuts like my mom. Let's face it the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree. Yet he's more than ok with our kids claiming asian/mixed on a scan-tron, especially if that means they get scholarship money. And besides, I think marrying a half asian (slightly crazy or not) gives him more street cred as a sociologist. So there!
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Loyalties
This was Mike's facebook status update yesterday: A year ago today Sarah and I went on our first date. My life has been better ever since :)
First: squeeeee! And yes I cried. (And then my response was to "like" his status, comment that I double super like it, and updated my status to: check out mike's status, it's super awesome and I love him more than ever!) (We express our deepest emotions and feeelings via facebook and never face to face. We prefer to share our intimacy with the world and not each other)
While he got more "likes" on facebook, we each got a few happy comments on our status updates. But one of the comments on his status was from, get this, his ex-girlfriend's mom.
I know, right? She's happy for him and she hopes things continue to be happy for him, so that's nice. I'm amused and I'm happy she's happy for him (and me in a little way). But I do find it a little odd and wonder, where exactly do her loyalties lie?
First: squeeeee! And yes I cried. (And then my response was to "like" his status, comment that I double super like it, and updated my status to: check out mike's status, it's super awesome and I love him more than ever!) (We express our deepest emotions and feeelings via facebook and never face to face. We prefer to share our intimacy with the world and not each other)
While he got more "likes" on facebook, we each got a few happy comments on our status updates. But one of the comments on his status was from, get this, his ex-girlfriend's mom.
I know, right? She's happy for him and she hopes things continue to be happy for him, so that's nice. I'm amused and I'm happy she's happy for him (and me in a little way). But I do find it a little odd and wonder, where exactly do her loyalties lie?
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