GPOYW.

hula hoop! -edition

I looooved that hula hoop. It made me realize i need a SERIOUS hula hoop upgrade in my own life (seriously, where does one even get a "nice" hula hoop??).

And, for your viewing pleasure, enjoy the following photos in which i discovered it's not easy to take a hula hoop self-portrait.

Identity Crisis.

I think i might be a closeted hippie.

Everytime i go to the willy st/atwood area, I fall in love.
I look around and think, I could definitely live here.

I love the community aspect.

I love the bike paths.

I love the goodman community center.

I love willy st co-op.

But:

the fact that i just dropped 30 bones on biolage shampoo (happily, i might add),

and that i prefer my clothes to be sold in stores, not homemade,

and 3 days without showering is my limit,

The fact that i own a hairbrush and deodorant in general!

Kind of makes me think that maybe the eastside and I aren't meant to be.

so where do i fit in?

I currently live 3miles from downtown. and it seems like a perfect location.

I am very near downtown, but i can actually find parking.

But alas, i have to move. (i mean, i have to. For reals)

And I am not 100% sold on the idea of me being a west-towner either.

So, madison peeps, where do i fit in?

Your input would be greatly appreciated.

My life, my happiness, my dignity depends on it.*

*hmm. maybe i should just live where the rest of the melodramatics live. Where's that?

Blogaversary!

Bloggie it's your birthday! happy birthday bloggie!*

Hard to believe that a year ago today, I got intoxicated and decided to start blogging again.

to celebrate, i sat down and reread all 253 posts.

surprisingly easy to do when you're unemployed and have no life.

Some of them are pretty good, some of them are pathetic half-assed attempts.

(ok, most are pathetic half-assed posts)

But all are a celebration in mediocrity!

This year has been one of the most trying, difficult years of my life, and i've been so grateful to have this blog as an outlet. Even if i made the decision to not divulge my personal issues on here, it still serves as a welcome distraction.

So thank you for reading. Thank you for your support. and if you need a laugh, click here.

*to the tune of lisa it's your birthday, of course.

What's Wrong with this Picture?

It's not the delicious looking sandwich.

probably the best sammich ever made, thank you very much.

It's not the adorable paisley plate.

It's not the yummy, generous portion of veggies-to-meat ratio.

but look again. look closely.

Something is missing.

Where are the tasty, fried, crunchy potato-y bits?

The ought to be showcased right in the center of the plate, with a delicious half sammy flanking either side.

And yet, when i went to the store to buy all these amazing sammich ingredients, I specifically thought: should i buy chips? Nah, too fatty.

WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?!!?!?

I'm frustrated.

i don't get to go the the gym right now. It's a self-enforced punishment. I have a hurt tendon in my foot.

In fact, i've had a hurt tendon for a week and a half, but genius shellbell decided to just keep pushing through the pain and it just kept getting worse.

then, eureka! i realized that if i just laid-off it for a minute, it felt better.

• exercise=gimpy shellbell
• no exercise=pain-free shellbell
  (but we're talking about me here, so...still slightly gimpy)

ergo, I haven't been to the gym for two days, and i am BORED

I miss it. I like working out. (gah! i know. it's crazy that I'M the one saying this....me!)

So yesterday (i.e. Day one of stop running on a pulled tendon), i bought these:

and then immediately went for a walk.

Yep, brand new shoes, not broken in. 18block walk...

So now, to go with my pulled tendon i have a matching pair of blisters.

Today, i vowed to not even go for a walk (mainly because "taking a rest" should NOT be including walks anyway, but bleh. I get restless when I don't do something active everyday)

So instead, i do what i do best. I went to target.

Now you'd think that since i'm not exercising, i would do the smart thing, and lay-off delicious, calorie laden foods.

but no, that's not my style.

So no exercise shellbell enjoyed a thoroughly delicious package of peanut butter m&ms.

Yum.

Now, i'm restless...and my pants are too tight.

GPOYW.

I'm a very scary monster! -edition

GPOYNT*

adorable! and a whole year old. such a big girl!

Aunt Shellbell bought her that giraffe,

which totally explains why she's so partial to it :)

and parents, I'm not quite sure she has enough toys. yeesh.

* gratuitous picture of your niece tuesday

Dear Easter Bunny*,

I can't promise i've been good this year...but then again, i'm not certain you keep a naughty/nice list. But i can tell you that i've always been a big, big fan.

so just in case you would like to get me a little sumtin-sumtin, here is my wish-list for the ol' basket:

• new rainbows
• some new sports bras
• new contacts
• tires
• chocolate!
• and whatever else your furry little butt deems necessary for me...

*ok. I'm not real sure the easter bunny reads this blog. or if he even has access to the interwebs (and if he does, it probably takes forever to type with those teeny little rabbit paws), but either way i thought i would go ahead and post this on the off-chance he does read it.

Yes it's real. and it's GLORIOUS.

Factoids about St. Patrick's Day

1. i'm part irish (shocking, i know)
2. it's quite possibly my favorite day of the year
3. i incorporate green food into my diet as much as possible
   last year it was a masterpiece of green eggs, green grits, biscuits and green gravy
4. this video by alexa made me laugh out loud, several times
5. i got this picture sent to me this morning of my parents and grandma and it made me laugh out loud too!



6. Every year my dad makes corned beef and cabbage. It's amazing. And i am getting homesick just thinking about it.
7. i always make sure to have on something that says, "kiss me i'm irish"
8. I love irish car bombs, but i am too cheap to buy them (that's probably a very good thing)
9. I am seriously considering wearing my green onesie to the bar tonight.
10. It's driving me crazy that i haven't started drinking yet!!!!
    

enjoy the holiday everyone!

GPOYW.

Obligatory St Pat's Picture from last year -edition

and if you look at my previous post...I don't know what else to say except, i wore this dress alot.

It's almost warm enough. i'm getting antsy.

.10k

Yesterday I participated in a race i had been training for my whole life.

the .10k

(yes, there's a decimal in front of the number, and no it's not a typo)

For a $5 registration fee, I got a new tee shirt and a green mug.

The shirt was worn while i participated in a race of 1/10th of a kilometer

(and dominated...don't believe what anyone else tells you)

And the mug was used for drink specials at partcipating bars all day.

$2.50 green miller light... only 1/3 of it ended up in my lap

and now...PICTURES!!!

drunky mcdrunkerson took some craptastic photos on her cell phone, and that's as good are you're going to get

i LOVED my race outfit, i want to wear it everyday. the REALLY sad part is, i hadn't started drinking yet, and am already falling over.

my new best friend: a big ol' mug of green beer

triple fist: when two cups just isn't enough

I missed the memo that we were supposed to "mean mug" it during this picture

i cut other people's faces off when i take pictures. But whatevs, the important person made it into the shot :)

when i drink, i tend to start taking lots of pictures of myself...

i think i'm HILARIOUS (even though no one else ever does)

so.much.fun.

i will definitely be an annual participant in this race.

Oh Happy Day.

If it's possible, i've fallen even more in love with this city.

I was meandering about the grocery store last saturday, when i noticed the free samples lady.

Instead of the usual old lady in a shower cap, this was girl (possibly younger than me) in trendy clothes.

I walk by looking hungry. Making sure to go slow enough for her to have time to offer her product (after 1,000+ samples at the food court in the mall, i've perfected my "tasting gait").

and then, i heard the 6 most beautiful words in the english language:

"would you like to taste some beer?"

That's right, beer! this lovely, heaven-sent angel was giving out free beer samples. And with the purchase of a 12pack, she was offering a free tee shirt.

Well, the joke's on her because i was already planning on getting a 12pack!

(who knew that grocery stores also sell food too?)

Free beer, and a free tee shirt. bliss.

is it possible to marry a city? i truly think madison and i are in a loving, commited relationship.

GPOYW.

I will only take credit for the sculpture, not the consumption -edition

Seriously, i am probably only responsible for about half of these.

and, busch light??? When did i become 19 again?

Why I Suck.

I have been having lots of fun lately [read: unemployment- not as crappy as you think]

For example:

• the time i went away to a friend's cabin [read: mansion]
• or the time I crashed a party, and met some a great people
• or the time i hosted a fancy-schmancy oscars party and ate some amazing food.
  

Unfortunately, I suck a lot and have been failing to take pictures to document these fun events.

And, failing to describe them accurately enough to relay them to you.

i guess you'll just have to use your imagination (it's probably better in your head than in reality anyway)

Olfactory Dilemma.

Many moons ago, i worked at victoria's secret.
(it didn't last very long. my entire paycheck was immediately reinvested in the store. plus working retail sucks)

However, during my time there i fell in love.

With a perfume.

it was love at first sniff. Dream Angels: Halo became my official scent.

I love it and it loved me.

Then, disaster struck. I was mingling through the store one day (a few years later) and found all the halo products sitting in a bin. Just cast aside, like an unwanted pet.

I asked the sales associate why they were in the bin (and, ridiculously underpriced) and she said, "oh, they're discontinuing that scent. We're trying to get rid of the rest"

WHAAAAAAAAT?

you're...you're getting RID of it?!?!?

but, that's my scent. MY scent.

I panicked, and bought 4 bottles that day.

and have been rationing it ever since.

But alas, nothing lasts forever, and am i getting towards the end of my last, coveted bottle.

and i am realizing i have two choices here:

1. i can live in denial, and keep buying this scent (for too much money) off hoarders on ebay
2. OR, i can put on my big-girl pants, suck it up, and find a new perfume.

So that's what i think i'm going to do.

It will take me awhile, i'm very choosey. but i am a serial monogamist. Once we find each other, it will last for years. when i first started wearing scents, i was hooked on cool water. then halo. next....who knows?

so if you have any that you love, please share the wealth and pass the info along.

and i'll be sure an notify you when my new love and i find each other.

GPOYW.

Narcissism at it finest -edition.

quite possibly the best picture i've ever taken. seriously can't stop staring at myself.