tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643220550273171832024-03-14T02:10:20.966-07:00the new dotsDotshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00654592702395885771noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864322055027317183.post-65457476836684512232011-09-21T11:16:00.000-07:002011-09-21T11:16:55.940-07:00Truth.My mother sent me a text this morning of something she read in USA Today<br />
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"A woman has got to love a bad man once or twice in her life to be thankful for a good one."</blockquote>
Truer words have never been written.Dotshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00654592702395885771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864322055027317183.post-76743095082012710462011-07-19T11:20:00.000-07:002011-07-19T11:20:39.937-07:00So Obviously I'm Full of ShitSince my last post was February 7, and it's entitled "more extensive posting to come soon" ... and it's now July 19, let's just surmise that I'm either full of it, a liar, or lazy. Or it could just be that I have had a lot going on. Or all of the above. Some of you may follow me on the Twitter, in which case, you'll be familiar with some of these goings on, but maybe not.<br />
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Let's catch up, shall we?<div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Horton - yes, he is very attractive.</td></tr>
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<ol><li style="text-align: justify;">I got out of a year long relationship not long after my last post. It was difficult for about a week. And then I got over it. Which really says a lot about the quality of that relationship, doesn't it?</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">The same day that happened, about two hours later, I adopted the little fellow above (can you say trade-up?).</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">A few months after that I met someone new. A man that is actually a really amazing person that I have so much fun with.</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">He doesn't do a lot of social-media-ing, and as I actually really respect him and I think he'd like to remain anonymous, I won't be sharing his identity. But let's call him the Captain for fun. As he has a boat. (Pretty handy, eh?)</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">The Captain and I have been doing lots of boating and beaching over the past couple of months, and this past weekend...we went CAMPING. That's right, friends. I'm outdoorsy: </li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Impressive photo-shopping, yes?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I did not catch a fish. I did catch a buzz.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">So, that about sums it up. Other than the mundane, albeit highly necessary, working, that is pretty well all I've been up to this summer. Friends, family, Horton, and the Captain.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">What about you? Anything new and exciting? Are you even still out there?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">xo </div></div>Dotshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00654592702395885771noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864322055027317183.post-11333637888129141692011-02-07T08:28:00.000-08:002011-02-07T08:28:23.034-08:00More extensive posting to come soonHowever, in the meantime, in case you are living under a rock, or just don't like sportiness, and didn't watch the Super Bowl...<br />
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but I love this commercial...<br />
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so, so much.<br />
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Maybe my next car will be a VW after all.Dotshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00654592702395885771noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864322055027317183.post-91899412816730684062011-01-12T13:36:00.000-08:002011-01-12T13:36:22.941-08:00No substitution for Dots!<div style="text-align: justify;">So, as of late I have really been channeling my inner grown-up. I'm 27, it's about damn time. I've been trying to keep the house clean and more importantly, I now cook. Everything I have made in the past, let's say 10 months? has come out wonderfully, much to the surprise and delight of my family and friends...until last night. When I went off-recipe. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now for a little background information: </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">In my cooking I've never really felt it was necessary to learn how many teaspoons made up a tablespoon, or really what can be substituted for what. If a recipe tells me that I need 1/4 of a teaspoon of salt, I'll measure it out exactly, no throwing in salt all willy-nilly; that's how I wake up with puffy eyes and a dry mouth. Pretty much the only item that I will "eye-ball" when cooking is olive oil, because I love it and in my opinion, I've never used too much. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Last January I started the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/South-Beach-Diet-Supercharged-Faster/dp/031237206X?ie=UTF8&tag=dots&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">South Beach</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=dots&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=031237206X" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> diet and fell in love with quite a few of the recipes. I found it was a very successful regimen for me: it was easy, I lost a ton of weight, and so I stuck to it for quite awhile...until I became so comfortable in my relationship and in my kitchen that I just started eating pretty much whatever I wanted. So now super happy, but 12 lbs heavier (oops), I'm looking back at the healthier recipes in my repertoire. We both are. Well, I'm making them and Will's eating them, but whatever. (Side-note: So help me, he'd better not start losing weight before I do or I may start slipping heavy cream into his portions. What?)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Enter the <a href="http://recipes.sparkpeople.com/recipe-detail.asp?recipe=329935">South Beach Chock Full Of Veggies Chili</a>!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This is the first time I've made this chili in 2011 and I was so excited for it. So of course, being me, I follow the ingredients to the letter (and I realized I have it almost memorized due to how many times I made it in the first few months of 2010). So as I'm double checking the recipe, I find I do not have 1 tablespoon of chili powder. I don't have any. Well, dammit. I was flustered. I hate having to leave something out due to my own oversight. Aha! I'll substitute something! I know! Cayenne pepper! Yes, that has a kick! It will be delightful. Knowing that cayenne has a bit more of a bite than chili powder, I knocked it down to 1 teaspoon instead. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">HOLY HOT BALLS. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Clearly I was wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. My mouth is still slightly burning from my lunch leftovers. I think it actually got hotter over night. I even added greek yogurt to it, trying in any way possible to cut the heat. I succeeded...sort of. I am not a huge fan of things being hot just to be hot. And this chili...well it's almost there. I could kick myself. But the chili already did that for me...in the throat.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Needless to say, Will will be getting all of the leftovers.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Personal lesson learned: stick to the recipe. Now, go forth and make this chili! But don't use cayenne. And if you do? Use 1/4 of a teaspoon (according to <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/Sneaky_Tina">Tina</a>. Since I no longer trust myself.).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Love, </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dots</div>Dotshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00654592702395885771noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864322055027317183.post-22282764921959357802011-01-07T13:01:00.000-08:002011-01-07T13:01:58.275-08:00oh hi!Remember me? Does anyone actually still read this blog? I'm thinking of making a comeback.<br />
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If you're still around, here's a brief update on what I've been up to for the past year:<br />
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<ol><li>I'm in love. (Yes, <a href="http://greenisthenewdots.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-started-out-welland-thenaw-hell-i.html">he's</a> still around.)</li>
<li>I still have a shopping problem.</li>
<li>I still love my Waverlies.</li>
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</div><div>Happy 2011! I promise I'll try to post more than once this year. </div><div><br />
</div><div>xo</div>Dotshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00654592702395885771noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864322055027317183.post-42782090847191949332010-02-26T10:06:00.000-08:002010-02-26T12:03:12.870-08:00This started out well...and then...aw, hell I don't know.<div style="text-align: justify;">I. Have met. A Man.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I know. You're just as shocked as I am. I was beginning to think that I really wouldn't meet anyone...ever...that I was interested in spending more than five minutes with. But this one? He's different. He's sarcastic. REALLY sarcastic. And he's kind. And cute. REALLY cute. He's a man, not a boy. And it's quite possible he's someone who could stand to be around me for more than a few days. Which is a miracle in and of itself. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So here I am, at the beginning of a possibility. And I'm excited. And scared shitless. And I'm really trying to be cautious and to "take it slow." But I've never been very good at that. Thank God for my <a href="http://jcristg.wordpress.com">W</a><a href="http://twitter.com/ameliamac">A</a><a href="http://fullofsnark.com">V</a><a href="http://rhiinpink.com/blog/">E</a><a href="http://www.formationofme.com/blog/">R</a><a href="http://notperfect.typepad.com/">L</a>IES (there are six different hyperlinks there. read all of them. that was kind of a pain in the ass to do. Seriously.). Have you all been partaking in the beauty that is Google Wave? Well, you should. It's the greatest thing that's happened to me since Al Gore invented the internet. Let me know if you need an invite. And then maybe you too can be one of my Wave besties. Maybe. Anyway, so my internet support group is super helpful and is going to keep me from falling head over heels too soon. Hopefully. If they can. I think.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So other than being busy swooning over the MAN, I've not really been up to too much, but in case you're wondering: </div><div><ul><li style="text-align: justify;">I survived SNOWMAGGEDON. In Charleston, the definition of snowmaggedon is: 3 inches of snow. Some of which may or may not have stayed on the ground in shady spots in the two days following the Snowpocalypse. When the temperature reached 60 degrees. For rals. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(That one's for you, Tina.)</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://jcristg.wordpress.com">Crist</a> has made plans to come visit me twice. And has had to cancel twice. I'm getting a complex.</li><li style="text-align: justify;">I gave up shopping for Lent.</li><li style="text-align: justify;">I still have not been shopping. That's 9 whole days. </li><li style="text-align: justify;">I've deleted approximately 8,351,867,938 sale emails from<a href="www.ideeli.com/invite/dots"> ideeli</a>, <a href="http://www.gilt.com/invite/dots">Gilt Groupe</a>, <a href="http://www.ruelala.com/invite/thenewdots">Rue La La</a> and every store this side of Mars.</li><li style="text-align: justify;">Sneaky Tina and I are totally making "fetch" happen.</li><li style="text-align: justify;">Bite me, Mean Girls.</li><li style="text-align: justify;">I am most likely going to see the Man tonight. Two nights in a row!</li><li style="text-align: justify;">Someone find me something to wear. In my own closet. I gave up shopping, remember?</li><li style="text-align: justify;">Meg from <a href="http://www.2birds1blog.com">2birds1blog</a> got fired. Keep reading their blog. Or start. She and Chris are teh awesome. </li><li style="text-align: justify;">This list has not really turned into a what I've been up to list.</li><li style="text-align: justify;">It's more a what I'm thinking about right now list.</li><li style="text-align: justify;">Whatever.</li><li style="text-align: justify;">Come to think of it, you should be reading <a href="http://www.martinisordiapergenies.com/">MODG</a> too. That bitch is hella funny.</li><li style="text-align: justify;">And also <a href="http://lifemoreexciting.blogspot.com">ALME</a>. She is random as shit. And I love it. </li><li style="text-align: justify;">And I could keep going with telling you other blogs to read. But I just got bored reading my own post. So I'm going to end it now.</li><li style="text-align: justify;">But seriously, figure out what I should wear. You have 5 hours. GO.</li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;">Loveyameanit</div></div>Dotshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00654592702395885771noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864322055027317183.post-85601930842995654892010-02-04T06:59:00.001-08:002010-02-04T07:13:22.639-08:00For Your Information<div>I will accept all things Yurman for Valentine's Day. Except those in the shape of a heart. That goes for all other baubles as well. You can keep all hearts actually. Unless they're made of chocolate.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ05tWT5XsrfLbiymZyuvTyKv4suF-Fu3ncN0LHmhRfU2wpXUZD1feKLwKcyn0NFA80tKGcIRiUG8EmKMwSf4e71GJrDlk1GrtN0Xy9Gz0l8eA1chtkrP7ku0aPYs-038XRpnlv5qPZyA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ05tWT5XsrfLbiymZyuvTyKv4suF-Fu3ncN0LHmhRfU2wpXUZD1feKLwKcyn0NFA80tKGcIRiUG8EmKMwSf4e71GJrDlk1GrtN0Xy9Gz0l8eA1chtkrP7ku0aPYs-038XRpnlv5qPZyA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434406462092675698" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">If you're having trouble deciding since we just met, let's start with something small like one of <a href="http://www.neimanmarcus.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=prod98880005&parentId=cat26210738&masterId=cat26120731&index=0&cmCat=cat000000cat2830732cat2830733cat000160cat540734cat26120731cat26210738">these</a>.</div><div><div><br /><div>xoxo</div><div><br /></div><div>(P.S. I promise I'll post something mildly entertaining at some point in the near future. I hope.)</div></div></div>Dotshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00654592702395885771noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864322055027317183.post-58392036544306606982010-01-28T10:53:00.000-08:002010-01-28T12:17:44.259-08:00So I go MIA for awhile and Google thinks I'm in Luxury Rehab?WTF Google.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm4oHaYn_R2cEtIT40CtEkqmc8ITpj0rPDJmHAcH3WwUKpemHYhzLFiN6Hd6Kv2NmufBJGREaGdKqsqmGnwc_v_JY8nC8Qrr27lgDelry0xk90EXV8KuM_f3zbpFUmWOThGL751uArnOk/s1600-h/screen.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm4oHaYn_R2cEtIT40CtEkqmc8ITpj0rPDJmHAcH3WwUKpemHYhzLFiN6Hd6Kv2NmufBJGREaGdKqsqmGnwc_v_JY8nC8Qrr27lgDelry0xk90EXV8KuM_f3zbpFUmWOThGL751uArnOk/s400/screen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431879743745407010" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(Thanks to <a href="http://jcristg.wordpress.com/">jcristg</a> for the screen-grab. Again I say, WTF?)</span></div><div><br /><div>Clearly I need to be blogging more if Google is going to start placing ads for Luxury Drug Rehab when I'm not looking. What content on this blog is leading them to think that people who read it (hi, to all 7 of you!) are going to click through to learn more about rehab? Do you all have something going on that you're not telling me about? I know I'm behind on my Reader, but surely you're not all free-basing when I'm not looking, right? </div><div><br /></div><div>So other than being away from the blog for awhile, and according to Google Ads developing some sort of drug problem, I'm sorry to say that there really isn't anything that exciting going on over here in Dotsville. </div><div><br /></div><div>I did redecorate a few rooms in my house, which was pretty exciting for me, but I'm sure you could give a shit about that. My new washer and dryer were finally delivered, to my extreme elation and that of those around me. It's nice to not have to buy new clothes every week. Which is totally going to stop now. </div><div><br /></div><div>... <br /><div><br /></div><div>So, other than just living my day-to-day sometimes boring, sometimes drunken existence, I <i>have</i> been thinking a lot about where I want to be at the end of 2010. Not necessarily geographically, but location does take up a lot of my thinky time right now. I love Charleston, it's an amazing and beautiful city - you should all come visit and we'll go out and get wine-faced - but I think that for once in my life I might <i>actually</i> be ready for a new adventure. And not just in the very cerebral "oh wouldn't it be great if I did _______ or if one day I could move to _____ for a year." So basically what I'm saying is - The Dots might be coming to a city near you! At least for a visit. Anyone have a couch I can crash on? No, really. </div><div><br /></div><div>So - life changes, like shopping or luxury rehab: Expensive, but worth it.</div></div></div></div>Dotshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00654592702395885771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864322055027317183.post-64476488945706552622009-12-02T10:49:00.000-08:002009-12-02T10:54:03.180-08:00It's been awhile, my dears.So I'll leave you with this until I think of something to write about:<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz79dp3QVhJbNp092vrbhSOCk36dstZ4Hb5vRVaBfFukhYH_7E4ATf8BcrNz9bt0NJnbVKt3vSXLd6yVDKXCy81ZTy81d7XixGv5epspI9VUkZD-M_Ii-CKfnqMGHdgks7qs9JD0ITB60/s1600-h/snuggie.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410713324738321698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz79dp3QVhJbNp092vrbhSOCk36dstZ4Hb5vRVaBfFukhYH_7E4ATf8BcrNz9bt0NJnbVKt3vSXLd6yVDKXCy81ZTy81d7XixGv5epspI9VUkZD-M_Ii-CKfnqMGHdgks7qs9JD0ITB60/s400/snuggie.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><em> i likes dis snuggee. hooman gurl undr it ok tu.<br /><br />now git fone outta ma face.</em></span></div>Dotshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00654592702395885771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864322055027317183.post-54784228912235751312009-11-11T07:47:00.000-08:002009-11-11T08:33:54.693-08:00Vote now and vote often!Each year CNN showcases ordinary people who do extraordinary things in their special segment CNN HEROS. This year, there are <a href="http://www.cnn.com/SPECIALS/cnn.heroes/archive09/index.html">twenty-eight</a> AMAZING individuals making an extraordinary impact on our world, in the categories of championing children, community crusaders, defending the planet, protecting the powerless, medical marvels and then three young people who have exhibited exceptional achievement before the age of 25. The work that all of these individuals are doing is inspiring.<br /><br />One of the 2009 CNN HEROS is a bartender from Raleigh, North Carolina. I've not had the opportunity to meet <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/US/04/30/heroes.doc.hendley/index.html">Doc Hendley</a>, but my close friend has had the privilege of his friendship for the past several years. Doc's organization, <a href="http://www.winetowater.org/">Wine to Water</a>, has provided clean water to over 25,000 people in five countries. Wine to Water uses funds raised from wine tasting events to aid local communities in building clean water wells and sanitation systems in developing nations.<br /><br />It's amazing the reach that each one of these CNN HEROS has, just by getting outside of their own heads, getting creative and helping others. We all give back in small or large ways, but by voting for one of these HEROS, we can help their organizations continue to grow and help those less fortunate...with a few clicks of the mouse.<br /><br />Should Doc win the title of CNN HERO 2009, he will be able to bring clean water to over 6,000 more people worldwide. <a href="http://www.cnn.com/SPECIALS/cnn.heroes/vote/">So vote now and vote often</a>. There is no limit to the times you can vote or the assistance that these organizations can bring!Dotshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00654592702395885771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864322055027317183.post-86252179596039211802009-11-10T07:05:00.001-08:002009-11-10T07:09:15.870-08:00Rue La LaI'm sure most of you are already members to <a href="http://www.ruelala.com/invite/thenewdots">Rue La La</a>, but! if you are not, check out the new little link magic I posted to the left over there. Yes, that's right. Just for signing up between now and December 24, you get a FREE $10 CREDIT. OMG. It's free money. Why didn't they have this kind of awesome special when I signed up?<br /><br />And FYI - the Marc by Marc Jacobs sale starts on Thursday. SWOON. (P.S. If you get something that I want and I can't...I <em>might</em> hunt you down.)<br /><br />xoxoDotshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00654592702395885771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864322055027317183.post-40901715793412205432009-11-05T12:24:00.000-08:002009-11-05T12:45:09.003-08:00Hand-written post on hair. Who could ask for more?<a href="http://www.shelikespurple.com/shelikespurple/2009/11/handwritten-post-.html"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400719765659274546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbEAMTBX1hIBn99VNJz_OivAPaYq-sXqA-mBrpjqfAGP26BCASmmoQCm_TSetN0okrI1QOEmY6xPSxvsoJF5n8z4z4PPb_vegvjjv_RlSTxWe-66RQueKlI4Ny0IVWVylHxeGQ2fs4-lE/s400/pg+1.bmp" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400720441731609618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQQ7VWEDtjt0V-OswZZ1DF0gXQJ1X-KJQBr11DOUW-4WX3zLvcwg272ffg-ceHznX6o6bRq7tURWRF9LgSHrqTtMz8Gz3Q_PicInQ5MG-FLh3U1DmKJJiED7CB2EPPNTyIOP6PzswMbnI/s320/whoops.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400721480092381090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS7NtS21RuH-FALOUfCujft05rRONOkxWhwpXYGoXin6UWWwIg0hW4-7_5uzInakvOtlvJ-r6D_3iGNOh5Xucwp5tXKJI18bQzI3hBsZmZo4vnMTqyVa6dXNF6Yw8C14kgEtFK4fkGmTQ/s320/pg+2.bmp" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400719036389443634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCHn8eQw2JFqPyJP3YCICsbaI55EfBuvW60HrlVozvsoxjaGnhMqBNOA6HDbrP_OHPFDzfr0J91BW-sZo_co3DsZwk9rTNmkYxZYIXLu-LzLMiaY_NxUDgo3GITmX6Xtbi0yjjgJloo7s/s320/yikes.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400719034094710322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr7YvkkK3ZjKrcGkx2scn8z6dxFd8ldY4hhw4_p3RdUckUyVznpLLToHRGtLEu84sAGQ0y4c-ueeXywfLP_hfKEKOyfsWDufcQqXrMzoU9d-oNZvpi0eUe89p-GyP2Nmii-FzZ5LQh6JU/s320/pg+3.bmp" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7RvbcbYp66-Fep2sBWs2IDZaGxYWUSn2gstm5Vfruyjk8b7nI82tT5vH0aljP9Zug41ILJhw1aGK8arTNfxzheHWQXRsZU29Io8WjxFECXotx72OTaEj4QXGSsFsWXGNpUjO7IWW9swI/s1600-h/pg+4.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400719772078899298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7RvbcbYp66-Fep2sBWs2IDZaGxYWUSn2gstm5Vfruyjk8b7nI82tT5vH0aljP9Zug41ILJhw1aGK8arTNfxzheHWQXRsZU29Io8WjxFECXotx72OTaEj4QXGSsFsWXGNpUjO7IWW9swI/s400/pg+4.bmp" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdDbkLgHvas5Ewd2DTHeaqTBT5xzHI9tXpnqHg25zs_hkItm_7VRSZpa22kpRoT8YTgVCXKQqttfR-2jS14P_oFrewArNM3-lgAia13887E598IpfKI4gSyjTDguh-fVMC_41E3mT6IQM/s1600-h/me+and+crist.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400719025689709938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdDbkLgHvas5Ewd2DTHeaqTBT5xzHI9tXpnqHg25zs_hkItm_7VRSZpa22kpRoT8YTgVCXKQqttfR-2jS14P_oFrewArNM3-lgAia13887E598IpfKI4gSyjTDguh-fVMC_41E3mT6IQM/s320/me+and+crist.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6md1vY9n6GNKtr7N_f8ZS_cOBdzIrHRj17ksVlQqkwNezXDbHr96NjffN8OQmDpn83s-RmQS_k7T9Rf4ia5-ljElscWUU22PkPO_Uddk9Y0Qv5n7mXUQFgE_jGi9zp7f_ifmbOL1E_6o/s1600-h/pg+5.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400719025240283474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6md1vY9n6GNKtr7N_f8ZS_cOBdzIrHRj17ksVlQqkwNezXDbHr96NjffN8OQmDpn83s-RmQS_k7T9Rf4ia5-ljElscWUU22PkPO_Uddk9Y0Qv5n7mXUQFgE_jGi9zp7f_ifmbOL1E_6o/s320/pg+5.bmp" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div>Dotshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00654592702395885771noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864322055027317183.post-85089985179896549852009-10-28T08:29:00.001-07:002009-10-28T08:35:19.227-07:00oh hiI'm still around.<br /><br />Have so much to tell you.<br /><br />Just trying to figure out where to start.<br /><br />Any thoughts on what you'd like to hear about first?<br /><br />1. Bachelorette party in Myrtle Beach<br />2. How my hair went from blonde, to red, to bright orange, to auburn (pictures included!)<br />3. My super awesome trip to NYC for work, but got to see <a href="http://twitter.com/MauraLessa">Maura</a>, and how I want to move there<br />4. My super awesome trip to Columbia to see <a href="http://jcristg.wordpress.com/">jcristg</a> and a football game<br />4. How miserable I find certain people<br />5. How I'm finding it very difficult not to cause bodily harm to many of my coworkers<br /><br />Let me know! I'm working on all of the above, but having some trouble focusing... perhaps due to the BLINDING RAGE.<br /><br />xoxoDotshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00654592702395885771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864322055027317183.post-21062124954720754542009-10-01T07:16:00.001-07:002009-10-01T16:17:12.309-07:00A look into my grey matter<div align="justify">This is what I call a "I have nothing really interesting to say, so I'll just tell you what myriad of thoughts are running through my head at any given moment," blog post. It's your lucky day!</div><div align="justify"></div><p align="justify">1. It's finally beginning to feel like fall and I am so excited that I can barely stand it. I have been avoiding going to the mountains with my parents for the past oh...10 years? But this fall? I asked them if I could go too. My father nearly fell out of his chair. No really. I just can't wait to get up in the <a href="http://images.google.com/images?sourceid=navclient&rls=GGLJ,GGLJ:2006-10,GGLJ:en&q=smoky+mountains&um=1&ie=UTF-8&ei=sBnFSpvZFNHelAf4lJGSAw&sa=X&oi=image_result_group&ct=title&resnum=5&safe=active">Smoky Mountains </a>to see the leaves changing and go apple picking and wear boots and sweaters and jeans and maybe even a jacket?! Poor parents. I'm totally using them.</p><div align="justify"></div><p align="justify">2. There is a drawer in my desk that keeps opening by itself. And it scares the shit out of me every. single. time. It just did it a few minutes ago and I gasped. Poltergeist? Perhaps.</p><p align="justify">3. Last night we were out celebrating the birth of my fabulous friend <a href="http://twitter.com/mackallgantt">Mackall</a> and ended up in what I shall refer to as a "Shady Shit-hole." Sharing all background information is imperative. Not really, I just wanted to type Shady Shit-hole. Twice. Anyway, there was this little girl - couldn't have been older than 19 - who was walking/dancing/stumbling around bragging about how she picked up this other girl in the ladies room. Which was evident, since they were all over one another. Now. Really? If someone started to come on to me in a bathroom I would be quite disgusted. Then again I wouldn't be making out all over the Shady Shit-hole (three times!) either, so perhaps I'm just a prude. There's a bar on Folly that has communal bathrooms (boys AND girls! weee!) with individual stall/rooms and a trough-like sink. There are plenty of opportunities to talk to someone if you so desire, but people just do there business and get out of there. Why in the HELL would you want to pick someone up IN A BATHROOM? Add that to the list of things not belonging in a public restroom. Didn't think it was necessary to write a list but apparently it is. So I shall:</p><div align="justify">Things that don't belong in public restrooms:</div><ol><li><div align="justify">food</div></li><li><div align="justify">anything that could contain food </div></li><li><div align="justify">anything that will in the future contain food</div></li><li><div align="justify">cigarette smoke</div></li><li><div align="justify">illegal narcotics (who in the HELL thought it would be good idea to SNORT something off of a TOILET???? a. drugs are bad, b. OMG YOU'RE SNORTING IT OFF OF A TOILET IN A PUBLIC RESTROOM. BLARRRGGGG)</div></li><li><div align="justify">sexual activity (Really. Get a room.)</div></li><li><div align="justify">unattended children</div></li><li><div align="justify">pickup lines</div></li></ol><p align="justify">4. As you may know, <a href="http://jcristg.wordpress.com/">Crist</a> is getting married (<a href="http://twitter.com/jcristg">hi, Crist</a>!) and it's super fun to "help" her look for things online. Things like illegal narcotics, unattended children and pickup lines. I kid! I kid! FUN things! Legal and appropriate things! Like wedding dress designers! And floral fun! WELL. Miss Crist saw a dress that she really liked featured on <a href="http://www.stylemepretty.com/">Style Me Pretty</a>, but could not get a response from anyone regarding the designer of said gorgeous dress. So I did what any good friend would do, I tracked down the bride on Facebook and asked her. Turned out to be her sister in law, but whatever, we got the info that we needed. And in the process, I found <a href="http://www.palomablanca.com/">my wedding dress</a>. Number 3704. Granted, <a href="http://twitter.com/The_New_Dots/status/4304338097">I'm not getting married any time soon</a>, but I was a Girl Scout. Always prepared.</p><p align="justify">5. <a href="http://twitter.com/taysaywhat">My roommate </a>is moving out this weekend. She's leaving me to go be on The Real Housewives of Atlanta. <span style="font-size:78%;">(or maybe she's just moving to Atlanta?)</span> I'm very sad to see her go. And, I'm going to try to be an adult and not trip her on her way out the door. Or let the air of the truck's tires. Or have unpacked all of her belongings while she sleeps.</p><p align="justify">6. I'm going to stay with Crist in three weeks! We're going to be <a href="http://greenisthenewdots.blogspot.com/2009/09/daily-dots-ed-2.html">LWLs</a> in Columbia! And go to the football game! And I'll get to wear jeans and boots and maybe a jacket and get all drunk on beer! <span style="font-size:78%;">(priorities, people.)</span></p><p align="justify">7. Because my roommate is moving out I will now be paying my mortgage all by myself. This means no shopping. Anyone have any insight as to winning lottery numbers? Or a good therapist? <a href="http://twitter.com/mauralessa">Maura</a>, <a href="http://twitter.com/kristinblakely">Kristin</a> - I have 2 rooms open. Move to Charleston. It's fun! </p><p align="justify">8. I might get to go to Australia and Fiji next June for FREE. <span style="font-size:78%;">(free to me, anyway)</span> I may not stop talking about it between now and then. Advanced apologies.</p><p align="justify">9. I really, really want a <a href="http://www.theflip.com/">Flip</a>. SO FUN.</p>Dotshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00654592702395885771noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864322055027317183.post-66346649903638196452009-09-28T18:39:00.000-07:002009-09-28T18:47:52.461-07:00The Daily Dots, Ed. 20<span style="color:#ff6600;">Date:</span> 09.28.09<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Your day was (<em>only choose one</em>)</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">(</span>x<span style="color:#ff6600;">) a cover-up</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Explain why:</span> I was at work and working. And I looked alert and awake. But was I?<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Where you can linger:</span> home, with my girls and at the beach.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Customer service</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">5. Do you mind holding the line?</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">6. I cannot answer that question.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Between the lines</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">3. Leave a big tip.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">5. Who do you think you are?</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">A mediocre contact in your address book:</span> the best friend of my ex-boyfriend (why do I feel like this contact information might be necessary one day??)Dotshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00654592702395885771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864322055027317183.post-84727457512441264472009-09-24T15:59:00.000-07:002009-09-24T16:03:47.528-07:00The Daily Dots, Ed. 19<span style="color:#ff6600;">Date:</span> 09.24.09<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Your day was (<em>only choose one</em>)</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">(</span>x<span style="color:#ff6600;">) open-minded</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Explain why:</span> I was really the open-minded one. I woke up late (again). I was late to work (again), and I was prepared for the day to get worse before it got better (it did). But now, the day is wrapping up, I'm going to dog-sit for two seriously sweet yellow labs and I'm going to watch the two hour season premiere of Grey's Anatomy on a ridiculously large tv screen. What could be better?<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Plants</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">c) cannot defend themselves</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">i) like it moist and dry</span> (i hate the word moist - <em>shudder</em>)<br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">l) like humans, have seasons</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Animals</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">e) don't enjoy being stuffed</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">h) go mad in cages and boxes</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">j) are kids' greatest fascination</span>Dotshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00654592702395885771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864322055027317183.post-84207792284758905362009-09-24T15:54:00.000-07:002009-09-24T15:58:58.097-07:00The Daily Dots, Ed. 18<span style="color:#ff6600;">Date:</span> 09.23.09<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Your day was (<em>only</em> <em>choose one</em>)</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">(</span>x<span style="color:#ff6600;">) a cold shower</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Explain why:</span> it was shockingly uncomfortable. for all parties involved.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">(</span>x<span style="color:#ff6600;">) You hope.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">This is finally under control: </span>my closet<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">A secret passion you are dying to share with those who deserve it:</span> decorating<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Instant gratification</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">1. ripping up paper and throwing it in the</span> (recycle) <span style="color:#ff6600;">basket </span>Dotshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00654592702395885771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864322055027317183.post-80607463094760117992009-09-22T19:33:00.000-07:002009-09-22T20:32:18.365-07:00Tomorrow I'm adopting French as my first language.Some of my conversations today were ones that belong in the record books. For varied reasons.<br /><br />My morning began with this one:<br /><br /><strong>District Court Clerk's office: </strong>hello?<br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>Me:</strong> Hi, I have a question about a filing that I made last night. This morning I received a notice that it was not filed in the proper manner and I wanted to clarify which item it should be filed under so that I might fix it.<br /></span><strong>DC:</strong> what were you filing?<br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>Me:</strong> [insert boring law speak here]<br /></span><strong>DC:</strong> and you filed it under what?<br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>Me:</strong> [more boring law speak]<br /></span><strong>DC:</strong> yeah, you filed it wrong.<br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>Me:</strong> Yes, I gathered that from the notice. Would you mind telling me what item it SHOULD be filed under?<br /><em><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>internal monologue:</strong> WTF, YOU :kjgi:&r*&")(u"ih"oug. NO SHIT I "FILED IT WRONG" I CAN READ THE MFING NOTICE.</span></em><br /></span><strong>DC:</strong> hold please<br /><strong>DC:</strong> miss? you need to file it under notices, other.<br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>Me:</strong> Ok, great, thank you.<br /><br /></span>[I file the damn thing under the right thing with the electronic filing. I'm sure you totally understand what I'm saying.]<br /><br />...five minutes later<br /><br />[I receive a new notice via email - the document has been filed under the wrong item. AGAIN.]<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>internal monologue:</strong> WTF YOU FMAOHBAOIHGAOIREW;AOIEUR[PT9Y2 YOU JUST TOLD ME HOW TO FILE IT AND NOW ;OGHOAIEWR7897&(%(*3</span></em><br /><br />[head explodes]<br /><br />But! Fear not, gentle reader - this next precious discourse GREATLY improved my day. And to me, is the greatest gchat of all time. Thanks to the lovelies <a href="http://jcristg.wordpress.com/">jcristg</a> and <a href="http://twitter.com/ameliamac">AmeliaMac</a>. (these are select passages only, obvi)<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>jcristg:</strong> and i'm listening to the avett brothers on npr </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">i feel so cliche saying that</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">please don't tell anyone </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">so cliche and HIPSTER</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>me:</strong> you are such a hipster </span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">i'm telling</span><br /><br />[conversation progresses, we all watch <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Ezfk7s1NyY">this video</a>]<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>jcristg:</strong> also, this is the most annoying song prob ever </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">but the video is too much</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>me:</strong> had you not heard it?</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>AmeliaMac:</strong></span> (i love that song... do not judge) </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>jcristg:</strong> i have heard </span><span style="color:#000099;">it </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">i can't believe i made it all the way through it</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>me:</strong> <em>AmeliaMac: (i love that song... do not judge)</em> hahahha i'm so proud</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>jcristg:</strong> (i am hipster, remember? not teeny-bopper)</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>me:</strong> oh right. forgot.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>AmeliaMac:</strong> i am both.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>jcristg:</strong> lol</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>AmeliaMac:</strong> i'm a hipster-bopper</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>me:</strong> AHAHAHA</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>AmeliaMac:</strong> or a teeny-hipster... whichev</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>me:</strong> the chances of you seeing this portion of the conversation on my blog later are PRETTY DAMN GOOD</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>AmeliaMac:</strong> also, using the term "teeny-hipster" introduces the most-loved concept on earth for a hipster: irony. i am neither teeny, nor hip - IRONIC!</span><br /><br />[note: AmeliaMac is so TOTALLY hip, but alas not a teenager - still pretty damn funny, though]<br /><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>me:</strong> "how many hipsters does it take to screw in a lightbulb?" </span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">"Two. One to change it in an ironic fashion and one to get it."</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">or - my personal favorite: "how many hipsters does it take to screw in a lightbulb?" </span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">"you mean you don't know?"</span><br /><br />[thus ending the hipster portion of the afternoon]<br /><br />And then, there was the very brief, yet highly memorable exchange which occurred this evening with my mother. If you follow me on <a href="http://twitter.com/The_New_Dots">twitter</a> you are already aware of this one.<br /><br />(this one might be the best one. Ya know, if you're not me.)<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384496723892067826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0kd6Belpr99vscjuIeMBFygm0vXxuiqNoqhr-4WddWbBycBYlfJ1QkrTlrNFgj_R5F-8f4jLEVrwkiI9JAv0eC9212gAEjU1pR7tlOt75Fd8OEKcTrPUx9RfcXXTOfJy51eCZD9k35kE/s400/tweet+09.22.09.bmp" border="0" /><br /><br /><p>Oh the Mom. What will I do with you?<br /><br />That's it for tonight, party people. Unless someone else wants to talk Party in the USA?</p><p>xo</p>Dotshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00654592702395885771noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864322055027317183.post-58440868352195478822009-09-22T19:22:00.000-07:002009-09-22T19:31:47.522-07:00The Daily Dots, Ed. 17<span style="color:#ff6600;">Date:</span> 09.22.09<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Your day was (<em>only choose one</em>)</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">(</span>x<span style="color:#ff6600;">) a treadmill</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Explain why:</span> it just kept going and I didn't know if I'd be able to make it stop or jump off while it was still running without hurting others. (Translation: I wanted to hurt a lot of people today, but didn't think it'd be prudent.)<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">What should never change?</span> The tides. I get tired of moving my beach chair. (And no, I do not need a lesson in the tides and the phases of the moon, blah blah blah.) Know what else should/will never change? My love for reality tv.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">God has spoken to you. (</span>x<span style="color:#ff6600;">) Yes</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">You feel no remorse after tough decisions. (</span>x<span style="color:#ff6600;">) No</span> - I do. Even if I know I made the right decision.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">The friend who is most unlike you:</span> this is a VERY difficult question to answer. I feel like all of my friends and I are very unlike each other, which is why we mesh so well. So I'll go with the easy answer - ALL OF THEM. (This could also be because I am insane and everyone else is normal in comparison.)<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">You can take a compliment without getting suspicious. (</span>x<span style="color:#ff6600;">) No</span> - but I'm working on it!!Dotshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00654592702395885771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864322055027317183.post-52790497078526714502009-09-21T20:07:00.000-07:002009-09-21T20:11:09.974-07:00The Daily Dots - went on a benderand I did not even know where to find, much less fill out the <a href="http://www.simplediary.com/#/Home/">Simple Diary</a>.<br /><br />I promise to resume tomorrow.<br /><br />Tonight I had to watch <a href="http://www.bravotv.com/the-rachel-zoe-project">The Zoe</a>.<br /><br />and now, I must go to bed.<br /><br />The Dots must recover.<br /><br />xoxoDotshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00654592702395885771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864322055027317183.post-62108191652729535212009-09-17T19:11:00.000-07:002009-09-17T19:20:49.981-07:00The Daily Dots, Ed. 16<span style="color:#ff6600;">Date:</span> 09.17.09<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Your day was (<em>only choose one</em>)</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">(</span>x<span style="color:#ff6600;">) an intermission</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Explain why:</span> I woke up, got ready for work, drove to work, spoke to my mother on the phone, parked, and realized it was only Thursday. WTF. I THOUGHT IT WAS FRIDAY FOR OVER AN HOUR. Then I worked all day, came home, ate dinner and watched Dirty Dancing. Thus, an intermission. And other than it not being Friday and having to work, it was pretty glorious.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Wishful thinking</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">3. changing people</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Get a life</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">1. happy now and then</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">A waste of time</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">a. giving directions</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">e. ironing underwear</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Others have fun, you don't. (</span>x<span style="color:#ff6600;">) No</span><br />(How sad if someone would answer yes to this question.)Dotshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00654592702395885771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864322055027317183.post-40637723414987233962009-09-16T21:10:00.000-07:002009-09-16T21:29:50.721-07:00The Daily Dots, Ed. 15<span style="color:#ff6600;">Date:</span> 09.16.09<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Your day was (<em>only choose one</em>)</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">(</span>x<span style="color:#ff6600;">) fresh</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Explain why:</span> Today, I received in the mail, my very first <a href="http://www.filofaxusa.com/store/organiserdetails.asp?display=&sizeId=5&rangeId=37&dsizeId=5">Filofax</a> (in Raspberry!). And I am BEYOND excited. I've already started organizing my entire life and color-coding my entries. With my brand new <a href="http://pen.sharpie.com/">Sharpie pens</a>! Green is for social outings, black is for notes, blue is for work-related entries and red is for Junior League. (Any bets on how long the color coding will last? <a href="http://twitter.com/taysaywhat">Taysaywhat</a> isn't even giving me 24 hours.) Such a great day! (also? NERD ALERT)<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Generally, you could be called a winner. (</span>x<span style="color:#ff6600;">) Yes</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Who is usually a loser?</span> Unfortunately, guys I date.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Do children like you? (</span>x<span style="color:#ff6600;">) Yes</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">If yes, how so?</span> They think I am just a taller version of themselves. Due to my dewy complexion, obvi. And because I don't take myself too seriously. Or maybe it's just because they think they can get away with anything? Or because I usually come bearing gifts? I have no problem bribing children. None at all.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Something you find boring:</span> drafting pleadings<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Who needs to go away for a while?</span> Me. To Philadelphia. To meet <a href="http://twitter.com/phillyrealtor">Reid</a>. Because he doesn't appear to be a loser. (Progress!)<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Who needs to come back soon?</span> <a href="http://twitter.com/kungfuvonny">Kungfuvonny</a>. And she is! Next weekend!Dotshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00654592702395885771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864322055027317183.post-87755788201618253392009-09-16T21:03:00.000-07:002009-09-16T21:10:37.037-07:00The Daily Dots, Ed. 14<span style="color:#ff6600;">Date:</span> 09.15.09<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Your day was (<em>only choose one</em>)</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">(</span>x<span style="color:#ff6600;">) typical</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Explain why:</span> It was a work day and then it was a fun night! Celebrating <a href="http://lileturner.blogspot.com/">lileturner</a>'s 30th year on the planet!!! She is a rockstar and ended up partying me under the table. 30 going on 21! Woot! The celebration continues on Friday. Stay tuned.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">You are eager to</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">1. be mellow</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">It's time to</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">(</span>x<span style="color:#ff6600;">) be healthy</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">It's fine to</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">(</span>x<span style="color:#ff6600;">) be hungry</span> (sometimes)<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">What does it take to make you furious?</span> a lot.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">You often spill stuff. (</span>x<span style="color:#ff6600;">) Yes</span><br /><br />Wait - redo.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">What does it take to make you furious?</span> a lot. or spilling stuff.Dotshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00654592702395885771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864322055027317183.post-32491067840840063582009-09-14T19:15:00.000-07:002009-09-14T19:27:38.451-07:00The Daily Dots, Ed. 13<span style="color:#ff6600;">Date:</span> 09.14.09<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Your day was (<em>only choose one</em>)</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">(</span>x<span style="color:#ff6600;">) corn on the cob</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Explain why:</span> My day looked good to start with, was a painful experience during the consumption but delicious looking back at it. (Like corn on the cob, obvi.)<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">They relentlessly try to</span> get me down.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">This demands more perseverance:</span> becoming Rachel Zoe's best friend.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">It takes courage</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">b) to return a T-bone steak.</span> or anything. I've worked in food and bev. Cooks get REALLY ANGRY when you return food. I don't want to be pissing anyone off having anything to do with something I'm consuming. No thank you.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">What you might proclaim despite the consequences:</span> I ADORE RACHEL ZOE. I DIE.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Failure is unavoidable. (</span>x<span style="color:#ff6600;">) Yes</span>Dotshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00654592702395885771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864322055027317183.post-37337184476711116482009-09-13T19:50:00.000-07:002009-09-13T19:57:11.542-07:00The Daily Dots, Ed. 12<span style="color:#ff6600;">Date:</span> 09.13.09<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Your day was (<em>only choose one</em>)</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">(</span>x<span style="color:#ff6600;">) sunshine</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Explain why:</span> best! day! ever!<br />1. brunch with friends. and mimosas.<br />2. Jcrew outlet<br />3. Kate Spade outlet<br />4. Anthropologie<br />5. PF Chang's<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Hard to understand:</span> People<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Your body language resembles</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">c. a bowler after getting a strike</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">g. a model strolling through a clothing store</span><br />(today only)<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">There lurks a tendency to criticize. (</span>x<span style="color:#ff6600;">) Yes</span>Dotshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00654592702395885771noreply@blogger.com1