Monthly Archives: July 2012

You keep your name, I’ll keep mine

When I was a little girl, I told my father “Daddy, I’ll never change my name.” I felt bad about him not having a son to carry on our awesome, made-up-at-Ellis-Island last name. Dad hugged me, I remember. I think he remained silent or said something like “Oh, honey.”

By the time I was a teenager, I panicked. Changing one’s name was what women did when one got married, right? Could I break my promise to Dad? Would he care?

Some do. At least it’s a choice now. But some people are making other choices that make me strain my side-eye muscles.

My friend @nyc10021 made me aware of this wedding announcement. Continue reading

#Bachelorpad or #BP3 or…

Every Monday for a few weeks, I’ll give Bachelor Pad 3 two hours & hundreds of tweets. It’s enough to put me in Twitter Jail sometimes.

Do I have to give it two TweetDeck columns also?

It would be great if we could all agree to go with the character-sparing #BP3. Make it happen, friends.

Recap of episode one by @jenmarcus

Bachelor Pad fashion commentary via @possessionista

Thumbprint portraits, the art of persuasion and other cool things

I love these Thumbprint Portraits by Cheryl Sorg. Understandably, they are an investment–she puts so much into each one. Her Etsy shop has other, less dear pieces of artwork for sale.

Photo via Cheryl Sorg

On persuasion (via NPR)

Suburban Sweetheart understands me.

My friend Diandra suggests: Be Amazing.

Tom Cruise and Kristen Stewart? Oh, HELL no!

Time Magazine thought it would be funny to run some numbers and identify Tom Cruise’s next wife. Kristen Stewart is noted as one of three possibilities.

My reaction: NO, NO, NO.

Note: this ran in Time’s July 23 issue–on newsstands approximately July 16 and thus before Sad Times.

Unfortunately I can’t find the graphic online. Just text.

More love for bacon

When I arrived at O’Hare last week, I learned I didn’t have a hotel room, and that most hotels in Chicago were sold out.

This treat I found at the Vosges kiosk softened the blow.

Photo via EVEats.com

Pricey, caloric and wonderful. I managed to stretch the box over my four-day trip. That’s will power.

Other food posts:

 

I went to Houston

While I have flown through Houston several times, I had never truly set foot in the city itself until now.

I stayed at the Hotel Zaza. My flight was delayed more than three hours so sadly, I didn’t get to enjoy this:

My room had a surprise or two for me. How would you react?

When my work was over, I got to catch up with @eimski.

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Things holding my attention right now

According to TheHill.com, the “Most Beautiful” person on Capitol Hill is a married, 25 year old Republican. Also, Michele Bachmann is #10, instantly leaving me shaking my head. I swear I can hear the entire city of Los Angeles laughing.

The word “obsessed.” I hate it. Overused. Say “I’m into” or “I love” or anything. Just not obsessed, ok?

There are presently 297 items related to Robert Pattinson for sale on Etsy, and 285 items for Kristen Stewart. This one is terrifying. Is this item (below) Rob or George Michael (or their scary offspring could two men reproduce)?

I may have nightmares about this, um, tribute to Kristen. HOLD ME!

I would like to go to this resort. This one would also work.

Today marked eight weeks since I broke my ankle. I’m at my wits’ end. Doctor’s appointment tomorrow. I’m hoping to be out of the boot but recognize that the recovery time for my injury is estimated at a minimum of eight to twelve weeks. Will you wish me luck?

Why does my heart feel so bad?

With apologies to Moby.

This happened. Their chemistry was palpable.

And this happened. It was fun to question what it meant, if anything. I mean, they’re not people we actually know.

Time passed and then this happened. We didn’t know them personally, of course, but it was fun to see two young, gorgeous people in love.

Sadly this also happened leading to a statement being released that said this:

“I’m deeply sorry for the hurt and embarrassment I’ve caused to those close to me and everyone this has affected.  This momentary indiscretion has jeopardized the most important thing in my life, the person I love and respect the most, Rob. I love him, I love him, I’m so sorry.”

I feel creepy for caring, but yeah…I do.