Saturday, March 24, 2007
At least it is pouring rain outside so I don't feel like I'm missing much.
Last night we threw an awesome birthday party for my cool roommate. One of the traditions at our house is that during your birthday we play and awesome game called "birthday girl trivia." The room is divided into two teams and they get points for knowing trivia about the birthday girl. It's always a ton of fun and hilarious. It was particularly hilarious last night.
About 3 weeks ago the birthday girl was on a camp out with our friend...we'll call him...Joe. Roommate was the only girl there who wasn't a member of Joe's family. Well, they all stayed in this big cabin-like room that had only one, huge bathroom. Sounds nice right? well, the problem was that said spacious bathroom had no door. There was a policy instituted that if a cowboy hat was on the floor in front of the bathroom someone was in there and you couldn't come in. Well, roommate woke up very early to go to the bathroom. In her sleepy stupor, she forgot to put the hat down, but figured it would be alright for a quick pee.
She thought wrong.
Just as she was finishing up her business, Joe sleepily walks into the bathroom and catches her peeing. In a flurry of embarrassment he rushed out of the bathroom.
Since that time Roommate has felt a little distance between them. She didn't know how to bring it up to break the ice.
Now we come back to her birthday party and the trivia game. I was the question asker, and was really getting the room on a roll. Everyone was really into it. I then asked the following question:
"Who in this room has seen birthday girl peeing?"
The look on Joe's face was priceless. He started laughing so hard that he almost passed out. The whole room went wild with laughter and the ice was successfully broken. Roommate thought it was hilarious!
Friday, March 23, 2007
Every time I go in there it really confuses me...it's empty. Why is it there? Why is it empty? How did they move it there because we (employees) aren't allowed to move any furniture on our own at all. In an effort to prevent workers comp claims we hire contract movers to move anything over 10 lbs, which this bookcase most certainly is. It's really weird.
These are the kind of things I wonder about.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
From Anthropologie (of course): Silk and flowy would keep me quite cool. Longer sleeves will prevent sun burn
A classic from Ann Taylor Loft: A more conservative dress ensures that the bride is always in the spotlight, plus I love wearing brown
Via Banana Republic: Holy Stunning! How pretty is this?
From J. Crew: I love wearing this color, and the details on the back of this dress are adorable!
Monday, March 19, 2007
Anyway, the meet was great. BYU got slaughtered, but it was still pretty awesome.
Saturday I worked all day....sick.
Then, Saturday night we packed up into the car and all went to the most awesome event of me life...yes...the demolition derby. There is just something so satisfying about seeing people ram each other repeatedly in old junker cars. Plus, it's a way to reuse car parts that would otherwise just be sitting in junk yards...see...earth-friendly.
Plus there were guys on motorcycles doing back flips 40 feet in the air. Amazing!
If you've never been to this kind of thing because you think it is kind of low-brow tacky you should re-evaluate, give it a chance and go because it RULED!
Friday, March 16, 2007
Now I understand that a cute shoe can turn a mediocre outfit into something sensational.
This season's Blueprint inspired me. Buy their magazine, because it is AWESOME!
Starting at 12 o'clock and working clockwise:
Camper "Twins" $134
Dolce Vita "Noritz-3" $95
Michelle K "Emery - Galvanize" $65
Me Too "Nevada" $70
Poetic Licence "Check Mate" $65
Type Z "Kit" $70
Bettye Muller "Bliss" $348 (ouch)
Franco Sarto "Tequila" $83
Seychelles "Little White Lie" $60
BC Footwear "Baby Cakes" $50
Linea Paolo "Leonardo" $80
Cole Haan "Naya" $185
Laundry "Beckin" $155
Biviel "518" $125
Joie "Rapture" $195
Seychelles "Social Climber" $65
One of your most valuable employees, Marilyn, comes to your office. She tells you that even though you've offered her a promotion she is going to decline and move to Texas to be with her husband and his new job he's just been offered. You are sad to see her go, but understand.
Then, 6 months after she's left your firm you get a call from a lawyer. Turns out that Marilyn is going to sue your company for sexual discrimination.
You go to a meeting with Marilyn's lawyer and he lays his cards on the table. You ask him if he is aware that 52% of your employees or currently female and that right now the average salary of a female employee with your firm is actually higher than that earned by the males. The lawyer says he is aware of this.
You ask the lawyer if he really thinks they can win the case.
He says no, he doesn't think they'll win the case.
Frustrated, you then ask him why he is threatening this suit.
He tells you this: Going to court, and winning the suit will set the company back $300K at least. Plus, all of the firm's employees will need to be depositioned, most of the firm's clients will be called in as references. The firm's otherwise spotless reputation would be damaged. They will not only look like a firm that has discriminatory hiring practices, but they will also gain reputation for wasting client time and resources. Marilyn's proposition is that if she is paid $50k she will settle out of court and never tell anyone about the situation.
Do you write the check or not?
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Monday, March 12, 2007
Cute, cotton button-down shirts like this one I just bought at American Eagle:
What to know what I hate about this type of shirt? The fabric is so light that, even though the shirt fits perfectly in the shoulders, length and bust, it still ends up pulling and gaping across the front. So annoying when you want to pull off that casual/put together look.
I whip out my sewing machine and a cute, contrasting color of thread and sew the shirt together between the three middle buttons! It looks great, is really easy and prevents any kind of gaping whatsoever.
I love it and you should try it sometime!
However, the trailers didn't do it justice. It was surprisingly funny and I found myself laughing really hard through most of the show.
Sure, some of the characters were unbelievable.
Sure, the whole thing was contrived for a laugh.
Sure, most of the jokes were obvious and could be seen coming from a mile away.
But, boy did I laugh! Hard, and through almost the entire thing.
Maybe it was that I went it with really low expectations, but this movie was a great Friday night date with my man.
Friday, March 09, 2007
Instead of reading my newest book Taxonomy of Barnacles (which BTW I'm really liking at only 4 chapters in), I decided to doze off in the cuddlebag and watch movies.
It really seemed like the best option.
As I popped The Notebook into the DVD player I started to kind of chuckle at myself. The last time I watched this movie was about 2 years ago when I was just starting the date the ear doctor. As we spooned on the couch I tried really hard to avoid letting him know what I big baby I am at movies. I did all I could to just let quite, beautiful tears roll down my cheeks, but this movie was too much. Soon enough I was letting out huge, hacking, body wracking sobs. For the last two years I've not heard an end about this.
Well, as I popped the movie in yesterday I thought, there is NO way I'm going to be that effected by this movie again. I know the story. I know the end. I am prepared.
I should have known better....I'm the girl who still cries at Beaches, Steel Magnolias and Where the Red Fern Grows!
As the opening notes of the music started and James Garner's cool, calm voice started my tear ducts perked up. I watched that stupid movie all the way to the end at which point I found myself sick, in pain, and now sobbing and the beauty of the story. The ear doctor would have had a hay day teasing me!
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Monday, March 05, 2007
This weekend was great. I dialed the pace of my usually frantic life back a few notches and just tried to recoup from the emotional roller coaster brought on by nerves, deadlines and medication. I still managed to pull off a delicious dinner for 15 last night as a going away celebration for my roommate. It was a lot of fun to have people over and not let this silly face thing mess things up.
This morning I got a really important email from a friend that summed up my take-home lesson from this whole "event". She wrote:
I guess the moral of the story is, even though your physical disability is temporary, you will forever have a greater understanding and compassion for those who struggle with a physical deformity or disability which will benefit you for the rest of your life.
I'm so lucky to have such grounded and supportive people in my life.
Maybe it was just that I was really in the mood to watch a period movie, or just sit in the dark with my sweet heart, but I totally enjoyed this one. It was smart, entertaining, engrossing and made me proud of having my ancestors in England. I found myself leaving thinking, "see, there were SOME people who didn't support the slave trade, and those are the ancestors I'm claiming."
It also was empowering. One person can make a difference.
Plus, on the girly side the costumes, hair, make-up and design were really pretty. Loved seeing a beautiful red head in a leading lady role. (wink)
Made me want to go back to Westminster Abbey (where he is buried) and thank great men like William Wilberforce.
Friday, March 02, 2007
We spend our middle school and high school years constantly comparing ourselves to other girls. We think we are never pretty, popular or liked. We worry about small imperfections on our faces and bodies: zits, nicks, bumps. We never see our own beauty. We are overly harsh on ourselves.
We spend our college years learning to like ourselves and the way we look. We begin to see beauty in differences, instead of in same-ness. We see unique features as desirable. We start to see ourselves how our mothers saw us...pretty, loved and special. We start to let passing imperfections go. We start to see that beauty truly is only skin deep.
After college we really start to love the way we look. We pride ourselves on the "style" we've created for ourselves. We start let the importance of looks go.
Which is why what has happened to me in the past few days seem like such a cruel joke. In the past couple of years I've really felt that the way I look is for me, and not others. I've come to appreciate how I look and even like the things that I used to hate. Thanks, in no small part to the ear doctor, I've begun to really feel pretty.
And even though it isn't serious, or permanent, or life threatening, getting Bell's Palsy at 25 is kind of rough. I do not feel pretty. In fact, I feel very very unpretty bordering on monster-like. Most of the time I just want to stay at home and avoid the eyes of everyone but those who really love me for what is on the inside.
The doctor said it will go away in 3 weeks. I'm confident that after 3 weeks of a lop-sided smile and constantly leaking right eye (because I can't close it) it won't seem like a big deal. I'm sure if I could just get some perspective that this wouldn't seem so bad.
But right now it is.