Exposed.

I spent most of my life hiding behind an "image". A put-together disguise that hid all of my fears, emotions and insecurities.

When I was younger, it was the goody-two-shoes image. Perfect student. Perfect grade point average. I didn't do drugs, drink or stay out late. It was easy to hide behind mounds of homework, the computer screen, or a sketchpad.

In college, it was the overachiever image. Staying up all hours of the night finishing a graphic design project. Detail-oriented on the verge of obsessive compulsive. It was easy to hide behind my perfected portfolio, black foam core boards and an exacto knife.

In my early twenties, it was the go-getter image. Looking for a job in my field until it killed me. I couldn't wait to start my career and see what my future had in store. It was easy to hide behind the newspaper, my repeatedly redesigned resume, and monster.com.

Since I started blogging, I feel more exposed than ever before. I'm not hiding behind a glorified image for fear of dealing with real emotions. I have just begun the journey of self-discovery and it's thrilling. I may not put everything out there for the world to see, but blogging has allowed me to open up beyond the boundaries of the world wide web.

But what I do put out there, I'm glad you all are there listening reading.

So, blogging wars? Whaddya say, truce?

These 10 Little Words

"I am totally, completely and utterly missing you this morning."

Would brighten anyone's day.

Looking Forward

to my lunch hour. Time to step away from the chaos that is outsource printing and relax. How do you mess up an Excel spreadsheet? Do share.

to a new Project Runway tomorrow. For some reason hearing "Make it work!" brings me much joy. Tim Gunn is just adorable. (edit:: Tiff informed me that there's not a new episode tomorrow. And Cashmere Mafia's a repeat as well. Very sad news. But we have Lost to look forward to soon!)

to meeting Virginia. Happy hour plans in the works. And she's a Lost fan, we're bound to get along!

to my mom's visit. She'll be down for work and plans on staying over night at my place. Mani/pedi plans? I think so. I've already asked her to bring along her foot bath!

to an all girls weekend. Hard to imagine but we managed to work out the kinks and bring together the busy schedules of 5 working women. Dinner, drinks, country music, good conversation, great friends, and the hostess' husband away on a ski trip. Cannot. wait.

to our Cleveland trip to see Wicked - a second time together. Better seats than the last time, even better company and an entire Monday off work to explore the city. Any suggestions?

to hearing what you, my freaders, are looking forward to.

Hanging Out With Married People...

...made me laugh so hard I almost peed.

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SCENE
Saturday night. At Anna & Jeremy's house. Rumbling tummys. Pizza? Chicken wings? We think so.

Anna (on the phone with Pizza Hut): We'd like to place an order for delivery.

(Insert back and forth banter here about what's on the pizza. Yes, we want deep dish. Blah, blah.)

Anna (responding to what kind of chicken wings we wanted): Bone-out.

(Jeremy and I glance at each other. Silently expressing the hilarity of what she just said. Slight giggling.)

Me (whispering): Anna, I think you mean boneless!

(Laughter breaks out. Who knew ordering chicken wings could be so provocative?)

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Well, OK - it was funny to us. We have the maturity level of teenagers, what can I say?

In case you were wondering, we ordered plain ole pepperoni. But I enjoy Hawaiian as well (ham, pinneapple, cinnamon). Or an all meat pizza. Sausage is pretty much the best topping ever. Last night it was a Garlic Chicken and Bacon stuffed pizza from Papa Murphys. What can I say, I like pizza.

What do you like on yours?

Reader Participation Required*

Twenty-Seven Dresses will be seen this weekend. I'll go by myself if I have to!
(Although a special someone offered to tag along if my friends bailed. Secretly, I think he wants to see Katherine Heigl on the big screen.)

Grocery shopping is another must. Unless I want to eat peanut butter and fluff sandwiches all weekend.

I have to catch up on LOST before the new season starts next week. Rent DVDs (check). Free time (check). I think my TV and I will become very well acquainted.

Five o' clock cannot come any faster! I wish I had the remote from Click so I could fast forward to Saturday night!


*Now it's your turn!
This weekend I __________________. You can do it TGIF style if you want!

As Close To Perfection As One Can Get

The perfect outfit: Low-cut, tight fitting top; dark, butt hugging jeans; and a sexy pair of heels

The perfect meal: Steak, cooked medium well; mashed potatoes; corn on the cob; cheesecake for dessert

The perfect hangover cure: Greasy McDonald's french fries; 3 Advil; and a tall glass of water before bed

The perfect road trip: Niagara Falls

The perfect facial feature: Piercing blue eyes. And a stunning smile to boot.

The perfect drink: Cranberry vodka with lime

The perfect song: Great Big Sea - "When I'm Up I Can't Get Down"

The perfect sign of affection: An arm wrapped around my waist, holding me close.

The perfect afternoon: Weather permitting of course- reading a good book in a lounge chair on the patio; catching some rays; a glass of iced tea within arm's reach.

The perfect vacation: Ireland

The perfect invention: DVR

The perfect type of wedding: An intimate destination wedding

The perfect album: John Mayer - Room For Squares

The perfect accent: Irish (think Gerry's character in P.S. I Love You)

The perfect date: Staying in for a movie marathon, eating popcorn and snuggling under a blanket together.

The perfect weather: A breezy but sunny 70 degrees. Not a cloud in the sky.

The perfect party: Costume

The perfect sport: Tonsil hockey. What? I hate sports.

The perfect thing to say: "You're beautiful."

The perfect day of the week: Saturday



Care to share what you would consider "as close to perfection as one can get"?

Thanks Tiff for the post idea!

Guilt-Free Affairs Revisited

Awhile ago I posted my Guilt-Free Affairs list. Five male celebrities that if opportunity arises I can bed without fear of consequence from my significant other.

However, last night conversation on the topic sparked an interesting debate. With names like Jessica Alba/Jude Law thrown around you might think twice before letting your boyfriend/girlfriend pick the celebrities on their own. I mean - damn, they're hot(t). Sure, they probably will never have a chance in hell getting naked with anyone on their list, but instinct kicks in to protect what's yours even when there is little threat. Without further ado, the "acceptable" five.

1. COURTNEY LOVE
   This woman is a hot mess. She probably wouldn't be able to stay sober long enough for anything to happen. Cigarette in one hand, a fifth in the other; her hands will be too preoccupied.
   
   
   
   
2. ROSIE O'DONNELL
   Considering she would prefer not to touch the male gender in that way, she's a pretty safe choice. Right?
   
   
   
   
3. ANN COULTER
   Sure she's pretty decent looking, but would you be able to keep her from bashing the democratic party long enough to have any fun in bed?
   
   
   
   
4. JOAN RIVERS
   I feel a little guilty for putting her on the list. Maybe.
   
   
   
   
5. HILLARY DUFF
   OK, I'm throwing a bone on this one. There should be at least ONE hottie on the list to be fair. Might as well be her. Just for you ;)
   
   

I might rethink this idea when my "acceptable" five are chosen. I mean, James Belushi? That's just not right...

Upcoming post: my female celeb crushes.

Playing Catch Up

Wendy, Pessimistic Redhead and July Bug have all tagged me recently for a random facts meme.

So here goes, 7 pretty irrelevant (but oh so intriguing) things about me:

1. If I am really enjoying the song on the radio as I pull in my garage at night: I crank up the music full blast, shut the garage door and rock out in the driver's seat until it has ended. All while singing at the top of my lungs. I may have done this today to "Firecracker" by Josh Turner.
   
2. I own a coupon organizer. It has alphabetical tags to sort coupons by brand name or store. And yes, I use it.
   
3. I used to love origami, the art of paper folding. I was never any good at it. I should have known after many failed attempts as a kid to make paper snowflakes. I would try to cut an intricate design and would accidentally cut it in half.
   
4. I won the school spelling bee in 8th grade and went on to the citywide competition. Was out in the first round on the word "balsam". I still hesitate when trying to spell it.
   
5. I tried out for the cheerleading squad in the 4th grade. I'm not sure if I was purposely trying to humiliate myself or if I really thought I would make it. Because as you all know from my Never Have I Ever post I can't do a cartwheel to save my life.
   
6. I can sign the entire alphabet. Lately I've had the desire to learn sign language. I think I might attempt it this year.
   
7. I used to camp out in my sleeping bag on the floor of my room, the living room or the back porch as a kid. For some reason it always felt like I was getting away from reality. On vacation. The last time I was home I was eyeing the sleeping bags stored in my bedroom closet. Next time, I'm totally taking 'em.

Consider yourself tagged if you like!



*And a quick thank you for nominating me for the 20 Something Bloggers awards! There are links in the side bar if you'd like to see what they're all about and vote. Regardless if you vote or not, the 20 Something Bloggers site is something you should definitely check out. I've been a member since I first started blogging (basically since Lisa started it from the ground up) and have met some fantastic bloggers (and friends).

Fashion Forward

A little shopping over the weekend @ Maurices. I have to say it's quite possibly my new favorite store. Mostly bargains, but a little splurge. You're allowed at least one splurge while bargain shopping right? ;)



Coat: $39.99 (that was my splurge)
Skirt: $10.40
Sleeveless Top: $7.50
Shirt: $5.50

And of course, there was shoe shopping as well.



Grey Heels: $10.40
Brown Heels: $7.50

Total: $81.29 (and $39.99 of that was my splurge!)

You're looking at one satisfied shopper. Gotta love the red tag clearance events!

A Bit of An Obsession

All my life I have loved collecting things. You could say I'm a pack rat, but in an OCD sort of way. At first it was books. Sweet Valley Twins, High & University; The Babysitters Club; Goosebumps - any books that were part of a series really, I had to have them ALL.

Then I moved on to Puffkins, which are similar to Beanie Babies just a little bigger and fluffier. When my parents and I repainted my bedroom, my dad built a shelf that went around my entire room toward the top of the wall to hold them all. And it gets worse - I had them in order of release. See I told you I was OCD.

During my Puffkins phase I also was obsessed with the Got Milk? advertising campaign (who knew I would ever grow up to be a graphic designer?!). The ads featured celebrities, cartoon characters, politicians, etc. with a milk mustache and a witty paragraph about why they drink milk. I would rip the ads out of magazines all the time and plaster them on my walls. I even had hundreds in folders.

I must have figured out that not one of these collections was going to make me any money, because I moved on to bigger and better things - stamps. Didn't you know I really am a nerd at heart? I actually still have most of my collection stored away. The post office releases a book every year with all the stamps made that particular year. I have one from every year since I was born.

I also have a state quarter map with most of the slots filled in. I couldn't help this one though, my dad works at a bank and started bringing them home for me when they were first released!

My innate desire to collect things has tamed with age, but it's definitely still there. I have a collection of hand towels, dish towels, soap dispensers, rugs, candles, knickknacks and more for every holiday. They are all stored in their own Rubbermaid container, color coordinated by holiday of course - green with red lids for Christmas; orange with black lids for Halloween; purple for Easter.

But the collection I love the most?
My salt and pepper shakers:



We can still be friends right?

Please tell me I'm not the only one out there with the burning desire to collect things... hopefully?

Then & Now

Then: I enjoyed the comfort of living in my parents' home. The stability. The security. Being on my own was a very scary far-into-the-future thought.
Now: I couldn't imagine not having my independence. Taking care of myself and knowing I need not depend on anyone else is the most empowering feeling in the world.

Then: I kept everyone close to me at a safe [emotional] distance. I let my relationships float on the surface while all my emotions and feelings were hidden below.
Now: My friends and family are my closest confidants. They are people I trust, love and can have deep, meaningful conversations with.

Then: Meeting new people was intimidating. Large social situations were not my cup of tea to say the least.
Now: While I'm no social butterfly, I am not as afraid of being put in an unfamiliar social setting. Surprisingly, blogging has helped me with this the most. As well as my new found confidence.

Then: I let love define me. My relationships were my world. My be all, end all.
Now: I have learned to love myself. I know that the partner I choose to spend the rest of my life with will enhance what I already have, not define it.

Then: I had a hard time trusting people and taking their word as truth for fear of getting hurt.
Now: I know without trust, a relationship has nothing to stand on. I trust until given a reason not to. In my opinion, it's worth the risk.

Then: My uptight personality kept me from being carefree. I was afraid to travel. Afraid to try new things. Change was my bitter enemy.
Now: I feel like the possibilities are endless. I will only live one life, why not live it to the fullest?!

Then: I would have married my high school "sweetheart". I would have settled for less than I knew I deserved to have love (even unfulfilling love) in my life.
Now: I know I can make it on my own. I will not settle for anything less than butterflies. And of course, chemistry.

Then: I was heartbroken. Moved on with my life, found strength and a whole lot of confidence in myself.
Now: I still have that strength and confidence. I will hold on tight to those qualities and never let go. I am ready and willing to give our love another try. And excited about what is to come.

The Definition of Consumerism In America

Last night we had a slice of Godiva^® chocolate Cheesecake Factory^® cheesecake which was purchased at Starbucks^® inside of a Barnes & Noble^® bookstore.

Is this country defined by brand names or what?


Then we get in the car and these lyrics were playing:

She tucks her Paul Mitchell^® hair under her John Deere^® cap
Hides Victoria's Secret^® under those jeans
-from Craig Morgan's "My Kind of Woman"

And we just had to laugh.

I Put Out The Fire

As I'm sure some of you noticed, mention of FF and GQ came to a startling halt a few weeks ago. In summary, here's why:

After picking up on FF's Delete Radar capabilities it wasn't hard to figure out his ulterior motives. His charming but infrequent texts were sent merely as a reminder - "Hey Michelle, I still have your number saved in my phone and I will continue to text you as long as you respond." Yeah thanks, but no thanks. I relayed via text message a few weeks ago that I think we're just in two different places right now. He wanted a carefree, unattached "relationship". I wasn't looking for anything serious either, but wanted something a tad more ... meaningful. In other words, it was fun while it lasted. Message sent loud and clear. Or so I thought.

A week later another "Hey what are you up to?" text is received. Hopefully the lack of response on my end will clear things up this time around. I have a feeling he was testing me to see if I really meant what I said. Yes, yes I did. You, my friend, have been deleted!

Breaking things off with GQ wasn't quite as easy. He is a very nice guy that was very into me, but the feelings weren't mutual. There was no chemistry. No spark. And hell, I need spark! After a semi-disastrous date a few weeks ago, I had come to the conclusion that I wouldn't be seeing him again. I figured I would verbalize it the next time he called. Well, who knew it would take him two weeks?! I think he saw it coming and the random "Just saying hey" or "How was your weekend?" texts gave it away. But I just couldn't bring myself to tell him what I had to say via text. Why is that suddenly acceptable with our generation? I mean on Sex & the City, Carrie was broken up with on a post-it note. Isn't texting just as bad?! In the words of Stephanie Tanner, "How rude!"

Eventually the phone call did come. As awkward as it was, I feel so much better. A clean, honest break. Just what I was hoping for. It seems I'm getting pretty good at telling guys, I'm just not that into you.

In regards to my hott Saturday night date, I will reveal this much:

Chemistry. My god, the chemistry.

Sexify My Hair - Attempt #1

After all the advice from last Thursday's "Hair 911" post I decided to have some fun with my new hot rollers Saturday night (for my hott date!) and see what magic they could work. (Thanks Tia for the curler diagram - it really helped!)

The Results:

What do you think - hott or not? Perfect Myspace picture, no?

This is only my first attempt. Not as curly as I would have hoped, but definitely more volume. My next plan of attack is to get a heat curling lotion like this to help set the curls better. I also bought 12 jumbo rollers but maybe a variety of sizes would work better? Or getting another set of 12?

Attempt #2 will happen this coming weekend and a hair appointment will be scheduled for a week or two after that. I'll keep you updated!

EDIT:: After several pushy curious comments, I will post a dating update soon. Just trying not to jinx myself too much. I would never keep you guys in the dark unless it was for the best ;)

National DeLurking Week

Word on the street is it's National Delurking Week the second week in January every year. I already know I have wonderful readers out there (thanks for all of your hair suggestions yesterday by the way - you guys are awesome!), but for those of you who don't comment I'd like to get to know you too!

Everyone reading leave a comment on this post and say hi! Make sure to link your blog if you have one so that I can make a return visit over the weekend while I play blog catch-up. I promise to visit each and every one of you, that's how much I care :)

To make commenting easier, here is a question to answer:
Who is your favorite artist? It can be a fine artist, designer, photographer, architect, musician, anyone who is creative and inspires you. Link to some of their work if you can so I can see what they do. And if you can't think of anyone - just say hi! ;)

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Here are my 2 favorite artists of all time (the pictures of their work is from each artist's website):

William Wegman
(fabulous photographer who usually photographs his Weimaraner dogs)


Dale Chihuly
(mainly does glass work, his Fiori/garden style pieces are my favorite)

Hair 911

Help! OK guys, I need some hair help. And I know all of you have lovely locks (I'm looking right at YOU, Molly!) so you should be able to come to my rescue, right? I hope so!

You see, my entire life I've had to deal with poker-straight, thin hair. Most of the time it's been relatively lengthy (shoulder length or longer). The longer it is, the more it weighs down any body my hair has. My hair does not hold curl. I hate it. I will spend an hour curling my hair and two hours later it's flat again. No matter how much hairspray I use.

I don't know what to do to style it. I've had layers. They don't seem to make much of a difference. I've had a body wave perm - it didn't hold. I can't get rid of my part either. If I wear a ponytail I have to have a part when I pull it back or my hair will create one on its own. How do you train your hair not to do that?!

Here's the dilemma. I don't really like short hair on me, so I really don't want to cut it too much. What should I do to give it style? To create more body? How do I get it not to part on its own? Have any of you had success with hot rollers? Do you like the red or should I go back to brown? Maybe something darker? Should I get highlights/lowlights? Bangs? How do you control frizz and make your hair look shiny? I'm asking too many questions aren't I? ;)

Here's a few shots so you can see what I'm talking about:


This is me with brown hair and highlights.
Probably the shortest length I will go.




Some more recent shots so you can see the new red color.
Hey look - it's Kari!


Kate Walsh from Grey's Anatomy, she's my inspiration. My stylist says I look like her and our face shape is quite similar so I think her styles could look good on me. I like the color red her hair is too.


So, you guys will help me right? Any advice would be wonderful. I feel so uneducated in the hair department. I look at celebrities and their non-frizzy, super shiny hair and wish I had a stylist to come and visit me everyday!

No Beefs This Wednesday

I was planning on having another What's Your Beef? Wednesday post for you guys today, but as I stared at my computer screen last night... like Mike, I had nothin'. So I put it off until this morning thinking I'll be sure to have something to complain about by then. Negative. And here's why:

*I went shopping last night; found a bargain on something sexy.

*Paid all my bills online; have money to spare.

*Caught up on blogs; my Google reader is slimmer.

*Took a bubble bath; had a glass of wine.

*Watched some Grey's Anatomy reruns; Denny & Izzy are magical on screen.

*Snuggled with my kitties; they kept my feet warm.

*Talked to my mom; my brother is doing a lot better.
(He's not sick or anything, just going through a lot of personal issues.)

*Traffic was slim this morning; even got to work a little early.

*Jamming out to Pandora radio; plugged in my favorite artists and all my favorite songs are there for the listening.

*Short skirt, black tights and sexy black heels; looking good brings confidence.

*It's finally Wednesday; damn it took forever to get here.


Really, how could I complain today?
So instead of sharing your beefs, tell me - what put a smile on your face on this fantastic hump day?

Predictability

I walked into my townhouse last night, went upstairs and changed out of my work clothes into something a little more comfy. As I closed my bedroom door and turned around I could see that my cats were sitting at the foot of my computer chair, looking straight at me, anxiously awaiting my arrival. I chuckled to myself. Am I that predictable?

"Actually girls, I'm going to watch Grey's Anatomy," I said. (So there! Think you know me...)

Yes, I talk to my cats. Don't judge!

Move Over Ebert & Roeper

I have seen some great movies in the theater recently and wanted to share with you guys why I loved them. These are definitely two must sees. 4 stars all around.

P.S. I Love You - First of all, bring tissues! Seriously. I cried at different points throughout the movie. I don't think there was a dry eye in the place. The main character, Holly, loses the love of her life to brain cancer after nine years of marriage. Her husband wrote letters while he was alive to be delivered to her after he's gone, the first one came on her 30th birthday. Each letter gives her encouragement to keep going, to move on with her life. And every one closes with "p.s. I love you". The reason I loved this movie so much was because it really showed the true grief you feel when you lose someone you love. Like Holly's mother said in the movie - whether by their choice or not it still hurts like hell. I could relate to Holly's character at each stage of her journey. In the beginning not wanting to leave the house. The memories. Not being able to get them out of your mind. Popping in a movie or CD and singing along. Then relying on your friends. Needing a shoulder to cry on. Going out, talking to men, but still not being interested. Knowing nothing could compare to what you just lost. At the end of the movie a year had passed since Gerry's death. Holly had found herself, found her career and all around became a stronger person. Not yet ready to find love again, but knowing in time she will. Holly, I only hope that I can find the love you shared with Gerry once in my lifetime. Because if and when I do, I will never let it go.

The movie also increased my desire to visit Ireland 100 fold. What a beautiful, beautiful place. I cannot wait until I can afford to go! If you're still not convinced you should see this movie take one look at Gerry in the movie poster (played by Gerard Butler) and the character of William (Jeffrey Dean Morgan). Gorgeous men with accents to boot! Are you drooling yet? For the Grey's Anatomy fans reading, yes that is the same guy who played Denny!

Favorite quote: "I bet you've had a hard time walking into a room full of people on your own, right? Yeah. I know that. I know what it is not to feel like you're in the room until he looks at you or touches your hand or even makes a joke at your expense, just to let everyone know... you're with him. You're his."


Juno - Hilarious movie. You will not stop laughing. Ellen Page, who plays Juno, pulls off the quick wit of her character quite brilliantly. She gets pregnant at 16, plans on having an abortion but can't go through with it. Decides to have the baby and then give the child up for adoption to a deserving couple. The relationship she builds with Jason Bateman's character (the soon-to-be adoptive father) is rather bizarre and the only part of the movie I didn't like. I found their closeness a little unnecessary for the development of the plot. They could have successfully shown the instability of the couple's marriage in other ways besides his growing fondness for a 16-year-old girl. The great thing about this movie for sure are the memorable quotes: "As far as boyfriends go, Paulie Bleeker is totally boss. He is the cheese to my macaroni" and "I'm pregnant. What? Honest to blog?" Classic.

My personal favorite quote was part of the lyrics to the song Paulie and Juno sing to each other at the end of the film. That scene was adorable and really brought to life the love they had for each other, even at 16. "You're a part time lover and a full time friend. The monkey on your back is the latest trend. I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else. But you."

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If you've seen either of these movies tell me your thoughts. Do you agree or disagree? Any other movie recommendations?

My Faith Is Restored

"You're beautiful."
Two words have never sounded more lovely.

And this...




A Chihuahua puppy born in Japan with a heart-shaped mark in his fur. (Appropriately named Heart-kun)


If that doesn't restore your faith in love, I don't know what will.






And if you haven't participated in Never Have I Ever yet, get to it! ;)

Never Have I Ever

I know it's normally a drinking game but it makes for great blog fodder, right? If you really want to take a shot for every one on my list that you have done feel free. Kamikaze would be my shot of choice, but really it's up to you. I fully support the indulgence of alcohol. (As long as you're not at work or operating a vehicle. Ahem.)

I'll go first... never have I ever:

• Travelled outside of the United States/Canada. This will be the first thing I do when I win the lottery (or save up enough money). My top choice would be Ireland but France, Australia, Italy, and Greece are right up there.
  
• Asked a guy out on a date. I'm a tad scared of making the first move. If he's interested, he'll pursue me [I hope].
  
• Went skydiving, cliff jumping, hang gliding or anything remotely risky.
  This will soon change. I'm going to start small and learn to ski or snowboard. Then go jet skiing. Eventually I will skydive with Anna because I promised. It might not be until we're 85, but hell I'm going to do it.
  
• Had a threesome. I think I'd like to keep this one on my never have I ever list. Sharing my partner has never been something I wanted to do. Hello, if he's that great in bed I'll keep him for myself thank you very much.
  
• Been arrested. If I ever was I'd better be sharing a cell with my crazy other half Sarah. Because, hell, it probably would've been worth it!
  
• Broken a bone. Knock. on. wood.
  
• Gotten a speeding ticket. Again with the wood knocking.
  
• Shoplifted. I was always a goody two shoes. Surprised?
  
• Completed a cartwheel. But man have I tried.
  
• Mooned or flashed anyone.
  
• Gotten a tattoo. Also soon to change. This summer! I think I'm going to design my own. They have hypoallergenic inks right? Because this girl is allergic to everything!
  
• Beaten Peter or Miriam in Scrabulous. Dammit. They're good.
  
• Failed a class. Actually I've never gotten anything but A's or B's my entire academic career. I was sort of anal about my grades.
  
• Done a shot of Jagermeister. No matter how hard my friends try. Won't happen.

Your turn!
1.) Claim one of my "nevers" that you have done.
AND ANSWER
2.) Never have you ever ___________ ?

And if I have done it, I will admit to it in the comments. Should be fun!

What's Your Beef Wednesday

Hopefully you guys know what these posts are all about by now. I rant, you rant. All is well with the world.

• Two Mondays in one week. Since we had yesterday off for New Year's, it feels like Monday again. Don't you think?
  
• Bars are full of asshats. I know that my ass looked good in that dress, but that doesn't give you the right to touch it. Or you either. Ever. Especially if we're not currently dating. So quit. And yes, you both deserved the slap in the face.
  
• Christmas returns. It is damn near impossible to get any Christmas returns done the day after Christmas. Or the few days following really. All the stores decide to run 1/2 off sales to bring in business. Can't you wait a few days so that we can get a chance to return everything we don't want without having to fight a crowd?!
  
• Ironing in a hurry. Why does it always happen that when I'm running late I need to iron? I throw my shirt on the ironing board. Flip it over to get the other side and realize that my shirt is now covered in cat hair! Thank you very much Holly and Margot for using the ironing board as your personal napping ground. I think you have cat beds for that purpose, no?
  
• The coveted parking spot. Driving and driving my way through the parking garage at a local mall I see a sweet spot out of the corner of my eye. By the time I make it over there some new person just pulls into the garage and snags it. I've been looking for a spot for five minutes and you're just going to stroll in here and grab the best one in thirty seconds flat? Get out of the car so I can beat you up.
  
• Drunken statements. Isn't it true that when you're drunk the truth often leaks out of your uncensored mouth? Don't tell me you like me and miss me one minute, and that you don't want a relationship the next but we can still "hang out from time to time". I think not. When did I ever say I wanted a relationship with you in the first place? And I'm tired of having these conversations via text messaging. I'm done with your games.
  
• That my beefs get longer and longer as the list grows.

So tell me, what's your beef?


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Check it out and I'll be back to post later today.