September 2009
Boo...
From the Proctor & Gamble peops:
We understand it can be frustrating to discover a product you’ve enjoyed using for years has been changed. Since the original version of Complete Sensitive Skin worked better for you than any other moisturizer you tried, I realize this is especially disappointing for you. Please be assured I’m sharing your feedback with the appropriate people in...
8 Reasons to Start Loving Your Body Today, by...
jesssica:
Because it is unique; no one else has the same one.
Because it is capable of extraordinary feats, enabling you to run, climb, jump, lift, squat, snuggle, and spoon.
Because no matter how badly you treat it, it is willing to give you another chance.
Because it is expressive, telling you how it feels and broadcasting to others how you feel about it.
Because confidence is pretty sexy.
...
The worst thing?
katoleary:
I know that no one in my life cares enough about rape to do the same thing. No one in my life even cares enough about rape not to see Observe and Report. This, more than anything, gives me pause when I think about my long-term goal of starting an organization providing preventative sexual assault education — the people closest to me simply do not give a fuck about rape, so why would...
when cosmetics companies let you down
I have problem skin. This has been well-documented in this blog. Thus I am very particular about the products I use…and believe me, I have tried SO MANY. I always return to the ones I like best—Kiehl’s foaming non-detergent facewash and Olay Complete facial moisturizer for sensitive skin, particularly.
So you can understand my frustration when companies decide to change their formula...
So fresh and so clean...
Saturday morning I awoke, bright and early, took my little pup out for a walk and got to work on repainting the bedroom. Finally. After a year plus of hating the color (seriously, since the moment I put the first brush of paint on the wall), I made the change. I never got used to Big Blue, as I told myself I would. It was too much…not calming at all. So I primed away until lunchtime, ate a...
So I made it to 2:30...
…did some Yom Kippur reflecting, thought about the year ahead and settled in to the afternoon with some challah and coffee. Mmmmmm…
And then, of course, once everyone else broke the fast, my mother-in-law put out spinach and artichoke dip and I gorged myself silly (and followed it with two matzah balls…and more challah…and kugel…and brisket). Shit, I’m full.
...
I've atoned...can I eat now?
I’m so hungry!
Phew!
I completed priming the edging and couple of walls, and Jonny and I moved all the furniture (except the bed, which we moved into the center of the room) (after Jonny broke the headboard…oy) out of the room.
A very nice head start indeed.
sparklingpants:
Somebody’s Baby — Jackson...
engine engine number nine
rosasparks:
inthesaddle:
on the new york transit line
if my train falls off the tracks
pick it up. pick it up. PICK IT UP!
Who’s the black sheep, what’s the black sheep!
Uh…come on! Uh! Come on!
You know what, Kim from RHOA?
There is NO WAY we are the same age. Uh-uh, honey. I ain’t buyin’ it.
engine engine number nine
on the new york transit line
if my train falls off the tracks
pick it up. pick it up. PICK IT UP!
Say goodbye to Big Blue
We nicknamed our bedroom Big Blue after I painted it the brightest shade of robin’s egg blue possible. It would have worked, if the rest of our apartment palette was as bright. But no, we’re a rather muted color family. I prefer to have pops of color in the details—blue chairs, a red desk, etc.
So, Benjamin Moore Affinity colors: Etiquette it is. Kind of a putty-ish off-white.
...
@ Rosa Sparks
One, two—Oh my God!
Alright...I'm gonna say it...
I think the whole fashion blogging scene has gotten WAY out of control. From Shanaynay’s and UFanny’s posts about Tavi, the 13 year old fashion blogger, I linked on to Tavi’s space to check out this “precocious” fash chile (that’s fashion child…I’m making up expressions as I go). And here’s what:
I dressed like that as a kid. Except it...
Oh, and good morning to you all.
This is some bullshit wine, Project Runway.
(via sistermarymartha)
I agree!!
I'm so hungry
I might dig into the box of matzah that’s been in my desk since Passover.
Oh my Ritz
I’ve eaten too many Ritz crackers and just had to loosen my belt.
Thanks, Woolie, for helping get the message to...
Stinging eyes
I’m very emotional today. I don’t know why.
I started following Spontaneous Love and just spent the remaining portion of my lunch hour reading her posts. I can’t even imagine what she must be going through. Who the hell am I to complain and bitch and be sad? And it pains me to see her struggle, her insurance company do nothing about it, and idiots in the world make comments on...
This is my gmail headline. Um, NO thank you.
rosasparks:
Dress Like Zooey - covet.com/ZoeDeschanel - Get Zooey Deschanel’s Look Covet shops for you. Free to join!
I wish I knew how to spell the sound of vomiting.
Wally? How long have you not been following me?
Huh?
You know what the worst part is?
Because I’m such a crybaby…I totally fit in to every male stereotype about women and crying. I get booted, I cry. I fall down, I cry. Someone pees in my Cheerios, I cry.
For that, my fellow ladies, I apologize to you. I’m that girl that gives the rest of us a bad name. I’d help it if I could.
Anne Boelyn had six fingers!
Ouisa: I don't see plays cuz I can nap at home for free! And I don't see movies cuz they're trash and they got nothin' but naked people in 'em! And I don't read books because if they're any good they're gonna turn them into a mini-series!
Clairee: You know, you would be a much more contented, pleasant person if you would find ways to occupy your time.
Ouisa: I am pleasant! Damn it! I saw Drum Eatonton at the Piggly Wiggly this mornin' and I smiled at the son of a bitch for I couldn't help myself!
...
Annelle: Sorry miss Ouiser
Ouisa: Annelle, you can take your bible and shove it where the sun doesn't shine.
I'm so professional...
I can’t stop crying.
I don’t yell often or ever because I have a horrible, shrill, painful yell. I don’t scream because, well, that would be inappropriate. And I don’t get physical because that’s just plain wrong.
So how do I release the anger? I cry.
I’m a big, fat, red-nosed crybaby.
Yes. I. Am.
Good morning, by the way.
Fucking FUCK.
I DESPISE this university’s parking office. DESPISE.
My fucking car got booted. AGAIN. Because I forgot to put up the monthly pass. Yes, my idiotic mistake. But come ON. COME ON! They know I’m an employee, I bought the damn pass on Monday. CUT ME SOME FUCKING SLACK! It’s obnoxious that I have to pay for parking at all with how much money they have. Seriously.
So I had to pay...
um....can we talk about the Mackenzie Phillips...
Has anyone else heard this today? That apparently she had a longtime incestuous affair WITH HER FATHER (John Phillips)???
Hope I’ll enjoy my lunch as much coming up as I did going down.
I wish I had the auxilliary to Nanny-cam
We have a new dog-walker. I liked our old dog-walker, Rebecca (who called herself Rebe, and to this day, Jonny and I have no idea how that’s actually pronounced), but she started bringing someone new along last week. Now we just have him. Eddie. I don’t know how I feel about Eddie. Jessa seems weirdly frightened of things she wasn’t previously…like walking down the stairs...
Lebanese Chicky, minus the Chicky
Chicken was a smidge weird in my salad. Like, real rubbery and…well…wet. I know that sounds gross, but it’s true. Thus, I dealt with the sunk cost of having paid for a salad with chicken and did not eat it.
Yes, I’m crazy.
That’ll teach me to continue buying lunch when we’re in a money crunching situation.
Cook and bring. Cook and bring. Cook and bring…
I need a haircutz.
Stat.
BuildingALadder...
That’s what I did, but it didn’t work. Arrrgggg…I’ll try it again.
Poo! How do I do it?
Trying to add comments to my page
But I think I did it wrong. What does it look like, y’all? Did I do it right?
