Friday, July 29, 2011

Blog giveaway!

It's Giveaway Time!!



The lovely people at Uprinting.com have generously offered this giveaway for us!

What 1 lucky reader will win:
A 18" x 24" Poster (you design your own!) with either semi-gloss or high-gloss.
1 business day turnaround time.
(This is approximately a $35 value.)
I've checked out their  template tool and it seems pretty straightforward and easy to use--just drag and drop! 

This is a great giveaway for anyone with a small business, photographers, models...or anyone who can appreciate a really awesome poster :)  I know I can!

How To Enter:

On the right side of my blog, you'll see a Facebook widget.  All you have to do is:

  1. "like" me on Facebook
  2. leave me a comment on this post letting me know you've done so.
(If you've already liked me on Facebook, thanks!  You can still enter by posting a comment here, just be sure to let me know you've already liked me.)

When Will I Know If I Won?

I'll pick a winner on Thursday, August 4th! This is coming up FAST, so be sure to act soon!
I'll be using that lovely randomizer thingy at random.org.


Disclaimer & Restrictions:
This giveaway is sponsored by UPrinting, no monetary compensation was given and I will receive a poster for hosting. Check out UPrinting.com to see more of their posterposter sizes and poster templates.


Good luck everyone!

Monday, July 25, 2011

A week in photos:


I start every morning by mixing all of these ingredients together, plus water and ice cubes, with various delicious results.  The espresso machine was a birthday present from my boyfriend. (Yup.  It's officially official now.)  It was the perfect gift.

I got a pedicure from a little shop down the street a few days ago.  It's important to get pedicures regularly if you are on your feed for long periods of time during the day, which I will be.  I went with a pretty blue polish this time, which is very different than my usual dark purple.  I wanted a robin's egg blue, but they didn't have it.  This turned out to be close enough.  :)

Did you ever notice how all bloggers seem to have slightly unique, endearing titles for their male counterparts?  Boyfriend, Mr. Boyfriend, Mister, The Boy, The Mister, etcetecetc.  I haven't come up with one of those yet.    I'm at a loss over here.  Suggestions?
Either way, he took me to Mystic this past weekend and we poked around the little shops there.  It was touristy in a Salem kind of way, which I always like.  (This picture is from the drive there.  Didn't take any at Mystic.)

...we even asked Zoltan to tell us our fortune.  He wasn't terribly helpful.  But, I didn't wake up in the morning and realize I was Tom Hanks, so he wasn't completely unhelpful, either.

I've started my new job, ugly work clothes and all.  So far, it seems to be going very well.

There's a Trader Joe's next to my training store!  This made my day, and meant I got brown rice sushi for lunch.  Not pictured, as I gobbled it pretty fast.

Chili's has margaritas for $3.95, which were NOT consumed as quickly as today's sushi was.  For some reason, these took so long to drink that they seemed almost bottomless.  I completely recommend them.

I promised him I wouldn't post this on Facebook.  But this is not Facebook.  (He is trying my Mojito, by the way.  Not double fisting.)

My cat might be super noisy, but he is adorable.  (And blurry.)

Side note:  As I write this, it is 5:30.  I would JUST be getting out of work normally.  Instead, I worked a 7 hour day, had a meeting with an admissions counselor at a nearby school, hung out, cleaned a little, wrote this blog...!  I like this getting-out-at-1:00-PM stuff.
 

Thursday, July 14, 2011

And knowing is half the battle!

So, my mother sent me a youtube link today.  (Because my mother is just discovering new technology, and she is awesome, and this video is awesome.  And she knows I love musicals.)

My favorite lines:

"...but it's seven characters too long."
"Watch the ads and it's almost like paying."
"Now I can't wait to read about me later on your blog."

Whiccch brings me to the reason my blog has been neglected lately.   As I am SURE you all have figured from previous posts, I am not a private person.  At all.  I would blog about pretty much anything.  BUT, I try to respect other people's privacy.  And sometimes it's so freaking hard for me to figure out what someone else's "acceptable level of sharing" is, that I think it's better for me just to say nothing rather than screw up and make someone uncomfortable.

So, yeah, I've been saying nothing.

(But if I were to say something, I would say that I'm kinda seeing someone.  And I say kinda because it's nothing exactly official yet (?!?!?).  And I say yet (?!?!?) because I like to try not to be overly optimistic at moments like these, because as any frequent blog reader knows, I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve and then people like to stomp on it.  But anyway, he is pretty awesome, and we've been seeing a lot of each other, which is why I haven't been blogging much lately.  So now you know.)

Monday, July 4, 2011

A "writer" problem...

I often jot down little thoughts onto scraps of paper, and then find them later and type them out.  Usually I have an idea of where their placement belongs in a story I'm writing.

Quite a bit though, I run into the problem of finding these scraps of paper years later.  Once I found one that read simply,

And I'll say, "Don't ask me.  I don't know any highways."

I wanted to use it somewhere, but I was paranoid that it wasn't my own actual creation--thinking perhaps it was a song lyric that I had scribbled down, but not bothered to quote.  I Googled it like mad and never did find it used previously--so I think it actually does "belong to me".  I think it was actually something I had said when I first began driving--because people would tell me, "Oh, you just take 91 South..." and I would tell them, "I don't know any highways."

Today, I found this one:

There will always be a reason to cry, as long as tears exist.  This is part of the human condition.


Same problem.  No quotations, no citation, no nothing.  Did I write this?  Google again is not being very helpful.  Is it safe to use in my own work?

I never want to plagiarize.  But do courtrooms make allowances for accidental plagiarizing?

Does this kind of thing happen to anyone else?

Friday, July 1, 2011

First time for everything...

So I have this friend on Facebook...and whenever he updates or I look at his photos or whatever, I'm filled with this horrible sense of dread and embarrassment.

You see, one time, God, maybe even three or four years ago now, he drove me and my then-boyfriend to a housewarming party of a mutual friend.

There weren't really many people I knew there and I was feeling pretty shy, so when this super drunk and extremely outgoing girl came up to me and asked me to dance with her, I replied, "I am not drunk enough to dance."

She took it as her new calling in life to be certain to get me as drunk as possible, as quickly as possible.  She poured me glass after glass of Dr. Pepper and vodka, explaining to me each time: "It has a blend of 23 flavors. You won't even taste the vodka."

And she was right, I didn't.

I didn't taste the vodka in the first Dr. Pepper.
I didn't feel drunk.
I didn't taste the vodka in the second Dr. Pepper.  Or the third.
I didn't taste the vodka when we ran OUT of Dr. Pepper and it was suddenly just a glass full of vodka.
I also didn't dance with her, as she passed out in a corner soon after.
I also didn't remember 99% of the party the next day.

But I do remember getting into the car to drive home and vomiting after the first five minutes.  I tried really hard to roll down the window and keep the car clean, but apparently I was not entirely successful.

I was so embarrassed about it all, I started crying.  Just trying to go out and have some fun for once and instead I just puke everywhere and cry and make a fool of myself.

The night just got worse from there.  I got dropped off at home and continued to be unbearably sick.  My body just had no idea what I had done to it--or why.  I mean, I never even danced!  The events of the night took a turn and became so embarrassing for everyone involved (not just me! huzzah!) that I'm actually sworn to secrecy about them.

But yeah, that was the first time I ever threw up from drinking.  It is also the reason I can't look at this dude's Facebook without cringing.  Yikes.

I apologized profusely afterwards and he assured me it was fine, just that I was going to be his designated driver next time.  But we never hung out again, and to this day I feel a little responsible.

[I just don't understand how college girls do this every weekend.  Does this embarrassment eventually wear off if you throw up in the cars of/on/in front of enough people?]