June 12, 2008 by Blondette
Or, my unhealthy relationship with Reese Witherspoon’s hair.
I think this is my inspiration picture for tomorrow. Maybe.
Or maybe one of these:
oh, guess you have to wait til tomorrow to see what I decided!!! Thanks everyone for their votes and opinions.
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June 10, 2008 by Blondette
North Oak Trafficway and 152 West– it’s like Jaws! doo doo doot doot!
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June 10, 2008 by Blondette
Listening to the radio is one of the simple joys of driving. A nice refreshing beverage (iced coffee, a Sonic delight, or something from Quik Tip fills the requirement) open road, sun shining (or clouds-as I previously blogged, I LOVE clouds) and the glorious play of color from nature.
So, you’re driving around (and not getting flat tires, right Tammi?)
Cruising along, you suddenly hear horn honking, engine revving, tires screeching, and sirens blaring. OMG WHAT’S GOING?! WHERE’S THAT COMING FROM? Instinctively, you check all mirrors, look out every window, and then realize, the “emergency” is coming from the radio. #asjklkasjebastardsklsfdjoiewkl
Opinion #1. Radio Commericals should not be allowed to use horn honking, engine revving, tires screeching, sirens, or any other emergency signal. These are distracting and have caused me distress on multiple occasions. I’m not just bitching here–the use of these sounds is hazardous and I’ve almost had accidents because of these sounds. Okay, I work in advertising and marketing- I understand why they are used, and we even have a house tv campaign that uses this tactic, but I’m sorry, there’s a difference between flashing Warning with a jarring and irritating beep when someone is sitting at home- swaddled by the safety of their plush couch versus driving a 2 ton ball of steel and plastic and all things explosive and ouchy. I am also not a fan of music that uses these automotive sounds, sirens, etc. The only scary sounds that should be coming from my car while driving are the sounds of me screaming along with Kelly Clarkson or Carrie Underwood. ANNNYYYMOOOOOORRRREEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Opinion #2. Wedding shows. ENOUGH. There are too many of these shows. Go away and give me more meerkats, mysteries, or ghost shows. [okay, I'd really like more book adaptations] (House flipping and decorating shows be on your guard–you’re just lucky right now that I like home repair, real estate, and decorating.) This leads me to…
Opinion #3. Getting married is not an excuse to waste an asston of money and be a raging, disrespectful, selfish bitch.
The decadence and behavior that some people consider acceptable and normal when it comes to planning a wedding sickens me. There are shows where brides are bitches, shows where brides are spoiled brats, shows where brides choose their dresses, blah blah blah. I admit, I used to watch “A Wedding Story” and I enjoyed it; however, it focused less on the material issues of a wedding and more on the couple.
My personal opinion is that weddings are overrated. I’d rather focus on the marriage than the actual wedding. Steal me a way to a lovely candle lit church with just a priest and we’ll say our vows. Not that I don’t want to include my friends and family, but I don’t need the craziness. I’d much rather have a gathering afterward to celebrate the beginning of my marriage.
I’d rather remember my vows than my wedding. I’d rather spend $500,000 on a house, land, and furniture than on a room that I don’t get to keep, food that people will poop out in 5 hours (average- some folks are more regular than others!), flowers that will wilt and die, and a DJ or band that will annoy me because they will complain about my music selections. Oh and let’s not forget the expense of buying “the perfect dress!” It’s hand beaded by spotted Malaysian orphans, woven with the silk of russian war refugee silk worms, and tailored by the Pope himself.
I admit, I had the fairytale dream when I was a little girl (and maybe for a few years after) but reality and maturity set it at some point and I realized that it is much more important to remember the way you feel about the person you’re committing to, why you’re making that commitment, and how you plan to build a life together than it is to remember Blush and Bashful.
I’m also way too indecisive to choose bridesmaid dresses, flowers, etc.
Opinion #4. Dry turkey is yucky. It just is.
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May 28, 2008 by Blondette
I started a few posts this month that I will try to publish. I can’t believe it’s been an entire month since my last post. egad.
They say to be a writer you must write. Apparently, I’m not a writer.
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April 27, 2008 by Blondette
Undoubtedly (writer’s assumption) at some point in everyone’s schooling, they had to write a “Reflection” essay, maybe more than once. This can be very uncomfortable for some people, but for me, it’s something I’m naturally compelled to do. on a regular basis. here. on this blog. The only thing you should know going into this is that the only unifying theme is reflection.
If someone were to pay an unexpected visit to my apartment, they would be greeted first by two piles of shoes on either side of the door. Pumps, tennis shoes, flip flops, you name it they’re by the door. I’m taking the Asian approach to footwear, remove it as soon as you step foot in the home. My shoes just never quite make it back to the shoe holder in my closet. They do on occassion-when I’m planning for guests or decide it’s time to be somewhat orderly. A pink gym bag, an over the shoulder tote from a conference, my daily laptop bag, purses–yep, you’re greeted by those too. I also have a giant 5 lb can of Lindsay black olives on my counter.
This natural state of untidiness bothers and embarrasses me. I don’t want people to see that this is my natural state of habitation. I wish someone would come pay an expected visit. I worry about it and I hope for it. It doesn’t happen though. So, I’m a little disorderly, it’s part of who I am–not everyone is neat as a pin–I feel pressured to perfection though. Right now, I only have the focus to be disciplined in one area of life–and that’s now in the health sector. It’s all being channelled there. I suppose that’s a weakness, that one trackedness.
I fill my rooms with color, from the artwork I display, the rugs, quilts, and accessories I place.
I wish I had someone else around. I’ve been thinking about getting a kitten–another little personality to love and enrich my life–and maybe help keep my Gracie cat entertained.
Every morning and evening, I’m greeted by my cat, Gracie(named such before I adopted her.) I adopted her just after college graduation. She was a bit ferret-like when I found her at the Pet Connection, but she was adorable. About 5 minutes after I brought her home, she was let out of the cat carrier and bolted for a hiding place. I learned quickly one of her greatest skills–finding hiding places. We didn’t see her for days. I was certain she’d escaped out an open door and I’d lost her forever. Then, we started to hear noises coming from the upstairs at night (you see I was still sleeping on the living room couch at this point.) Maybe she was still in the house! My mom heard a trick about tracking so, that evening we tried it and I sprinkled flour all over the upstairs floor. Sure enough, we figured out Gracie’d been hiding in a the wall–entering through a smallish hole in the upstairs kitchen. It took time, but eventually she began to trust me. God knows what I would do now if I didn’t have that furry little companion. She loves me unconditionally. Thank goodness. 5am meow wakeup calls and sandpaper kisses on my nose, but nothing beats that little cat’s loyalty and the way she looks up at me and snuggles closer. She allows me to be open and share all the affection I feel but cannot express elsewhere.
This is my home; base of my disorderly life. Vibrant, lonely, lovely, books, shoes, bags, and one tricky, wonderful fluffy kitty cat (or two.)
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April 22, 2008 by Blondette
An all caps declaration of non-pain made in email this morning-I’M NOT SORE TODAY! Great, right? It is! Last week on April 14th (day of my brother’s birth!) a switch flipped inside of me. It was the “DDDDAMMMMN GIRL! you fat!” switch. [Okay okay okay, I've written several times over the course of the years I've had this blog about losing weight and feeling like a fatass (and alternately, the high I get from working out.) So why is this time different? It just is. It has to be. I've been here before and felt this feeling. I can make this stick.]
At the beginning of January, I joined the Y. I had previously been an avid (and then lax) member of the North Kansas City Community Center. I went to the Y once or twice, but it was crowded and the floors always wet. (did I mention crowded?) I also never wanted to participate in any classes for fear of looking unfit, fat, and loser-ish. Well, guess what? I’m not that fit, I am fat, and well, okay, I’m not loser-ish.
So, back to Monday the 14th. One of the girls at work has lost a good deal of weight though eating healthy and working out (at the Y.) She’s touted a particular class since about forever. (Please recall my earlier statement about never wanting to participate in a class.) I mentioned to her on this fateful Monday that I was going to the gym that night. She asked me if I wanted to go to class with her, and I said…YES. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT??? trust me, I couldn’t. It was a sure sign that I was ready.
I’ve now been to BOSU class 2 times (and one failed attempt based on time.) BOSU makes you feel ridiculous, strong, uncoordinated, and sometimes sore. I was sore for 4 days. And this isn’t just sorta mild la la la sore. This was OMGIT HURTS TO WALK DOWN THE STAIRS, BEND MY ARMS AND IT HURTS WHEN I SIT DOWN TO GO PEE sore. Despite my soreness, I managed to hit the treadmill pretty nicely the next two nights, but I took the weekend off. So, last night I got back on the BOSU horse. I simultaneously love and hate squats. And trust me, they are worse when performed on half a rubber ball. I must say, I do enjoy the ab work. So tonight, after deciding I wasn’t going to go to the gym, but then going anyway, I did an hour and fifteen minutes on the treadmill (an hour of it watching American Idol.)
Tomorrow night it’s back to BOSU, where I may run in circles around paper towel wads, hop and stick, and do other things that make me feel slightly retarded. At times, BOSU reminds me of step aerobics–only harder because instead of a nice stationary, solid step you’re being forced to balance on a giant ball.
From the inventer:
BOSU stands for “Both Sides Up” or “Both Sides Utilized” depending upon whether you are talking about the BOSU Balance Trainer (the product) or BOSU (the philosophical approach to exercise).
The essence of BOSU, (the philosophical approach to exercise), is seeking better balance, in all aspects of life. Training BOSU begins with your body.
The human body and brain are intimately linked such that enhancing balance in one enhances balance in the other. Better balance (physically and mentally) leads to better performance in all activities, whether those activities are primarily physical or mental in nature.
When I said “okay, sure” to going to BOSU class for the first time, it had absolutely nothing to do with being philosophical or giving a damn about anything other than taking a first step back into being healthy and accepting that I was probably going to look like an ass for a while, but at least a t the end it would be a firm ass worth looking at.
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April 1, 2008 by Blondette
It’s been too long. I sit here in my robe, with a towel upon my head and realize, some of you may have forgotten me. and particularly, whether or not you are me.
So, you might be Katie Leas if:
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January 15, 2008 by Blondette
#9 on David Letterman’s list of things to do before he dies…
OWN AN ALPACA RANCH!!!!!!!!
Yes, I just screamed in my living room.
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December 29, 2007 by Blondette
So, I took this quick version of the “true color” test–another personality type indicator thing. There are 4 colors: Blue, Green, Orange, and Gold.
I am Blue. After reading the descriptions of each, it makes sense. How many of these things do I need to take to tell me what I am? duh.
Link to the test: http://www.truecolorscareer.com/quiz.asp
Descriptions of the 4 Color Types
True Colors
There are four colors assigned to the four personality types in the True Colors system. They are as follows:
Orange represents energy, consuming physiological potency, power, and strength. Orange is the expression of vital force, of nervous and glandular activity. Thus, it has the meaning of desire and all forms of appetite and craving. Those with Orange as a Primary Color feel the will to achieve results, to win, to be successful. They desire all things that offer intense living and full experience. Orange generates an impulse toward active doing: sport, struggle, competition and enterprising productivity. In temporal terms, Orange is the present. Orange thrives on adventure and appreciates spontaneity.
Gold is the body’s natural perceptions. It represents a need to be responsible, to fulfill duties and obligations, to organize and structure our life and that of others. Those with Gold as a Primary Color value being practical and sensible. They believe that people should earn their way in life through work and service to others. Gold reflects a need to belong through carrying a share of the load in all areas of living. It represents stability, maintenance of the culture and the organization, efficiency, and dependability. It embraces the concepts of home and family with fierce loyalty and faithfulness.
Green expresses itself psychologically as human will in operation: as persistence and determination. Green is an expression of firmness and consistency. Its strength can lead to a resistance to change if it is not proven that the change will work or is warranted. Those with Green as a Primary Color value their intellect and capabilities above all else. Comfort in these areas creates a sense of personal security and self-esteem.Green characteristics seek to increase the certainty of their own values through being assertive and requiring differences from others in intellectual areas. They are rarely settled in their countenance, since they depend upon information rather than feelings to create a sense of well-being. Green expresses the grounding of theory and data in its practical applications and creative constructs.
Blue represents calm. Contemplation of this color pacifies the central nervous system. It creates physiological tranquility and psychological contentment. Those with Blue as a Primary Color value balance and harmony. They prefer lives free from tension… settled, united, and secure. Blue represents loyalty and a sense of belonging, and yet, when friends are involved, a vulnerability. Blue corresponds to depth in feeling and a relaxed sensitivity. It is characterized by empathy, aesthetic experiences, and reflective awareness.
In terms of mating/marriage the color types are matched as such:
blue/green and orange/gold.
Shocking, eh?
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December 26, 2007 by Blondette
Tonight I saw “Atonement.” I will blog about it later. Until then, to tide you over, I posted another old short story from yesteryear.
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