Twitter Spotlight: Carol Blymire

I am so impressed by entrepreneurs. The courage it must take to strike out on one’s own!

Carol Blymire is one of these brave souls. She has her own business.

Carol Blymire

But thanks to Twitter I also know that she was in a Rush cover band, practices Transcendental Meditation and has a super-cute dog, Dexter.

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Guest post: Going Home

You guys really liked my friend Candace’s recent guest post. Fortunately, she has volunteered another, this time about what it means to go home.

The more you like and comment on this post, the more likely Candace will post more. Hint, hint.

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My parents moved from my hometown of Alpharetta, GA when I graduated from high school. That meant that when I went to visit them, I wasn’t going home–I was going to a new place that didn’t have my friends and old stomping grounds. And while I did occasionally get back, it wasn’t as frequent as most of my old friends, many of who actually still live there.

I went back to Alpharetta one recent weekend for a dear friend’s baby shower. It was wonderful to see old friends, old crushes and old haunts. I loved being introduced to new babies, new spouses and new homes. I got legally drunk in bars with people I used to illegally drink with in parks, by the river and in certain parent’s basements. We even had an unfortunate run-in with the cops. It felt just like old times. Except it wasn’t.

I couldn’t figure out where the nagging sadness I felt on my way to the airport was stemming from (and no, it wasn’t due to my raging hangover). As I sped down I-85 with tears in my eyes, I realized this: traveling to Atlanta is no longer coming home. It’s visiting old friends and reminiscing about good times – but it is no longer my home.

I have created a new home and a new life in Washington DC. It involves an overpriced apartment, a bearded gentleman who is my sun, my moon and my stars, great friends and a happy hour or two. I love my home. My home is not perfect, but it is perfect for me.

There’s nothing wrong with a walk down memory lane. But letting go of the past can be so freeing. My present and my future is filled with so much happiness that I can’t help but to want to sprint towards it with my arms wide open.

Gotta go. My flight home is boarding.

This new thing I’ve been doing

Twenty-five pairs of eyes stare back at me.

A young man in front asks question after question, all of which sound less like questions and more like statements meant to make him seem smarter than the instructor.

The instructor who is me.

I have taken on a new project recently teaching a class at a local university. For obvious reasons, I can’t share too many details. But I wanted to let you know why I have been posting less than is my normal. Teaching is in addition to my full-time job so I have less free time than usual.

Teaching is a bit outside my comfort zone, but in a good way–at least so far!

For your enjoyment, here’s a pic of me from a pajama party-themed fraternity mixer a gazillion years ago.

COLLEGE

If you have any advice for me, I would love to hear it. What made you like and learn from your favorite professors or teachers? Any “what not to do” tips?

XO,

Professor Chicklette

Today’s chuckle

Given that my name is Jennifer, I haven’t had too many experiences with Starbucks baristas spelling it wrong. Well, beyond the occasional “Jeniffer.”

This video imagines a more nefarious motivation behind the misspellings (to hilarious effect).

Note: some NSFW language.

Enjoy!

Twitter Spotlight: Captain Lee of Below Deck

First, let me get the bad news out of the way: Captain Lee is spoken for. As in married.

The enigmatic silver fox is pretty dreamy so I wasn’t all that surprised. Who doesn’t love the strong, silent type!

Anyway.

I became a fan of Bravo’s Below Deck at the gym. Marathons of Season 1 made my time on the treadmill and eliptical go by much faster. I wasn’t aware of yachtie culture and quickly got hooked on the ups and downs of crew members. Who’s flirting? Who’s fighting? And most importantly, how big was the tip?

Chartering the Ohana is out of reach for me (can you imagine how fun that would be?!), but I’m still hoping I get to meet Captain Lee for prime rib and Cabernet some day.

Capt Lee

OneChicklette: Your favorite qualities in a love interest

@CaptHLR: She needs to be my best friend, and my wife is. She also needs to be a beautiful person, not the beauty that only your eyes can see. She needs to have the beauty that radiates from within. I’m fortunate that my wife is both.

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Treat yo self continues

Maybe it’s the medicine I’m on since my head injury.

(I googled it after the fact and learned the pill is an old school, tricyclic antidepressant. No wonder I’m so happy!)

This was just the beginning.

Subsequently I bought a desk for my bedroom on Joss & Main. The white version may be sold out, but the espresso desk was still in stock last time I looked.

desk

 

I also decided I needed this bag for Fall. Tory Burch had a big sale, OK? Continue reading

‘Cause I’m a blonde

Yep, yet another post about my hair. I think about my hair a lot.

I went to my charming stylist Thomas’s apartment on the Lower East Side for highlights and a trim. He made my hair a little blonder than I expected, but I think I like it.

selfie

It looks much lighter in person, I think. And I’ll use undereye concealer in the future.

T and his boyfriend have the sweetest Schnauzer who answers to Yoko.

Yoko

Happily, my allergies were kept at bay.

Have a great weekend, lovely friends.