Want to Go Fug Yourself this season? Go Shopping.
Apparently, I decided to take an unplanned, 2 week sabbatical from blogging. Also, apparently, that thing about "your first year, they scare you death, your second year, they work you to death, and your third year, they bore you to death" saying is not true. Not true at all. In fact, I am still scared, still working myself to death, and definitely not bored. This semester I am taking 16 hours including doing clinic, president of one club, articles editor for a journal, working for Bar-Bri, officer for another club, and involved in a couple of other kinds of time-consuming things. I feel like I am drowning. I have nightmares about losing my planner. Last semester I thought I was kind of busy. But now? Now I feel that last semester was about as busy as a swimsuit store in the middle of winter. I never see the Knight, and when I do, all I want to do is snuggle up to him and go to sleep. (yawn - so really? Who wants to read about my boring life? We are ALL SUPER-BUSY).
Since none of ya'll want to hear about my general whining about my life (b/c yes, I did bring pretty much all of this on myself, so I really have no place to complain), I am going to rant about something else. Something that has really been pressing on my mind. Something that really gets under my skin. Something that I have been pondering for several weeks and need to get off my unfortunately small chest. That something is FALL FASHION.
I must say that I am very disappointed in this season's fashion offerings. Very disappointed indeed. Did the fashion kingdom get together for a royal meeting and decide to develop a very wicked plan of attack against the normal female? I think they did. And by normal, I mean not painfully thin, not 8 feet tall, and not a close cousin of a gazelle in human form. Did they say, "Hey! Let's bring back every unflattering and confusing garment and try to make them cool again! Then we can sit back and laugh about the immense power we have over these fashion victim women!" (evil laughing ensues). It seems so, people. It seems so.
Proof of Wicked Plan #1: The Belted Blazer Over Multiple Layers of Clothing.
When did it become okay to put a belt over everything? Bulky sweater + thick blazer does not mean "Must add belt." Unless you have an extremely tiny waist, this belting business does not work. I understand that layering many clothes displays more of a designer's collection. But layering them, putting a blazer over it, and then adding a big leather belt. No. Not okay. Now, I am all for belts in the right places. I am okay with blazers that are belted appropriately. I adore belted trenchcoats. Sweet little bands around your waist in a summery dress...adorable. Skinny belts with a pair of great trousers? Fabulous. I will even venture to say that I liked the low, hip-slung belt phase. A little overtly trendy, but cute in a cavalier way. I don't even mind the idea of belting various and sundry garments, as long as it is done well. But belting over multiple layers of clothing? This is not a good idea. Ever. Even if you are 8 feet tall and weigh approximately 73 lbs. It even makes Giselle the Gazelle look fat.
Proof of Wicked Plan #2: The Great Shirt and Dress Switcheroo.
And while I'm raving, why are shirts getting even longer? I am not Gumby, and my torso can only stretch so far. I panic when I look at these long shirts. Is it a dress? Is it a shirt? Sneaky, sneaky article of clothing! The Pink Panther of clothing. What if it is a shirt, but I think it is a dress? Such a mistake would certainly cause my poor nanny to roll over in her perfectly accessorized grave. Oh the pain, the anguish, the embarrassment that I would suffer if I miscalculated and wore it the wrong way.
Proof of Wicked Plan #3: Leggings. Enough Said.
Also, what is with these leggings? Leggings? I mean, c'mon - leggings are an anomaly in the fashion world. What purpose do they serve? To provide warmth? Are they pantyhose for the flip flop advocates? Are they pants or are they tights? I do NOT like them. I know, I know - I have very close friends who wear them. You know who you are. I'm sorry. I am not judging you. I just do not like them. I will still be your friend. And I am certain that I wear many things that you leggings wearers abhor. But to me, leggings should be reserved for working out in cold weather or starring in Flashdance.
Going In For the Kill: Proof of Wicked Plan #4: Tight-Roll 2006.
Finally, the Skinny Jean. What the heck, people? Last time I checked, skinny jeans are an uncomfortably close cousin to the tight-roll -- something that should only be reproduced on two occasions:
1. Dressing for Halloween (i.e. trying to look late 1980's/early 1990's-ish)
2. While making up dances to New Kids On The Block's (NKOTB) song, "Hangin' Tough."
I'm pretty sure it is September (thus not the correct month for option number one). Granted, stores these days start advertising for holidays months in advance. BUT, I'm positive that Express and Guess don't sell Halloween costumes - so really, no need for the skinny jeans. Skinny jeans don't even really look good on the "legs that go on for miles" girls. And they certainly don't flatter people like me, who are shaped like an upside down spoon.
Second, while it would be oh, so awesome for more clothing stores to pipe over their speaker systems the honey-fied voices of Jordon, Jon, Joe, Danny and Donnie, stores just aren't doing it. And until I hear that NKOTB is making a comeback and they want me to be their "Cover Girl", I will not be donning the skinny jean.
As for me, I'll be sticking to the classics. Dark denim with either a straight or bootcut leg. Blazers, but no belt (unless the belt is in my actual beltloops or slung over a skirt). Shirts that are unambiguously shirts and dresses that are unquestionably dresses. And if I have to wear a pair of pantyhose or tights this season, you better believe that my pair will most definitely have the feet attached.
Want to Go Fug Yourself this season? Go Shopping.
So says Artsy Fartsy at 31.8.06
And then you all said, cranky Erikaboo, got to bed. And don't write again until you have rested for a very, very long time.
So, today was the first day of my last year of law school. Doesn't that sound heavy? So far, my day has pretty much sucked. Not to be Debbie Downer or anything, (really, wouldn't it be great to be named Debbie Downer?) but this day has definitely had some crappy moments.
First, I have been waking up at 4:30 to make the Knight a hearty, healthy, and wholesome breakfast before he has to go to his grueling job. While he waits for the FAA to wake up and say "Hey - we want you to be our next air traffic controller!" he is slinging a hammer and building trusses. I have been getting up with him for three days. It is very hard. I totally volunteered to get up with him and make his breakfast, so I have no room to complain. I don't even really mind getting up so much -- it's the falling asleep part after he leaves that is so difficult.
I just can't do it! I lay back down at 5:00, and can't seem to fall asleep for another hour. This is pretty much what happens inside my head for that hour:
I lie in bed looking at the clock slowly stealing precious minutes of sleep from me, and think, "Darn you clock! Clock with endless numbers and minutes. You don't need to sleep! You can just plug in and recharge. Little ole me does not have that option. Don't taunt me clock. Look at you! Look at you! Taunting me, teasing me, toying with me - slowly sucking the life out of the beautiful day that has not even begun yet.
Oh, the day! My first day of school...wonder what I should wear? I really don't have any new clothes to wear. Haven't really had time to think about back to school shopping since I got back from vacation. Not really sure what new fashions I even like. Vests? Ugh, hate vests - especially the denim ones. Leggings? Cute on some, not on me. Leggings don't really downplay the cankles I have. Boho dresses? Pretty, and probably very appropriate for some things, but on the first day? Absolutely not. Maybe that green skirt....Stop thinking about clothes! You have to go to sleep. Augh! - it's already 5:30 a.m. I have got to go to sleep. I have a big day - training, and business association, and clinic, and unpacking, and 1/2 price burger day. I need to sleep! I need to be fresh! Business Associations - I like how everyone calls it B.A. Kind of like Bad Ass. If only B.A. was a reality show about motorcycles instead of lectures on the firm and risk and reward. I hope I don't get called on. I heard our professor is hard but fun.
How can it already be 5:40? I wonder what the Knight is doing? I hope he is going to have a friend at work. I wish he was having more fun in Knoxville. I wonder if he'll go to Benchmark? I bet the Museum of Art is pretty. I really need to load the dishwasher. I also really need to do laundry. And I still need to figure out what is wrong with my computer. Shoot! Did I remember to get my computer out of Daisy's apartment last night? I need to check on that. But not now. Daisy would kill me if I busted up into her apartment at 5:45. 5:45??? I have got to go to sleep. NOW. No more thinking. Stop thinking....ZZZZ"
See, it is awful. And yes, I am slightly crazy, but then, that's no big secret.
Okay, so first bad thing of the day - losing an hour of sleep.
Then, I get all dressed, put on makeup, dry my hair, and IRON my skirt! I never do that. I hate to iron. But because it's the first day, I thought "what the heck. let's start off the year fresh and pressed." So, I meet Daisy, we walk to school, and I see one of my other adorable friends whom I had not seen all summer. And we're just chit-chatting, talking about our summers, you know - the usual. All of a sudden, in slow motion, my very full and very hot coffee cup slips out of my hand, crashes to the floor and coffee spills everywhere. On me, on my freshly ironed skirt, all over the floor. Oh, and did I mention that this occurred in probably one of the busiest parts of the law school? No? Well, yes, that's where it happened. And it was so much coffee. Possibly more coffee that I originally poured into my cup. There must have been some serious coffee-mating on my walk to school, b/c there was like, oh, gallons of coffee on the floor. Miraculously, my friend, who was wearing white pants, didn't get any coffee on her. That would have been even worse. Me? I can deal with messing up myself. But I would have died if it had gotten on her.
So, second bad thing of the day - the great coffee fiasco.
Then, I head to B.A. Sadly, it was a class on corporations and other business entities. I guess my fantasy about an interactive motorcycle reality show will happen next year. During B.A., my dang innernet would not work.
For you people NOT in law school (bless you, on-law school people, you are obviously must smarter than I), you may not understand how essential the innernet is in class. I need the innernet like I need oxygen and coffee (still haven't had that today, either - grrr). Especially on the first days of class. The profs usually bluster through some boring foundational info, go through the syllabus, and then touch on the reading. Perfect type to shop, I say! Of course, once the real stuff happens, I pay attention. But for the fluff talk or if some annoying gunner has a completely irrelevant question, the innernet is my friend!
So, third bad thing - no innernet. Sad.
Since they (whoever "they" are, I would love to know - they are quite wise) say that things happen in threes, I'm hoping that my slew of unfortunate events is over. Maybe now, three fabulous things will happen - I will win the lottery, instantly lose 17 lbs, and find the cure for cancer. Once those happen, ya'll will be the first to know.
On to other things - here is proof that my blog is completely relevant and soooo helpful to the world at large. Let's say you are suffering from the strangest disease. ChipmunkiaHerpeia, if you will. And then, being the informed diseased person that you are, you decide to google the disease. Just to find out how long you have to live. You don't know how to spell it, but remember that Alvin was the leading Chipmunk, and obviously, the scientists will start calling the disease something shorter soon, since it is so contagious. So you try to google Alvin herpes. Oh sure, you'll find all kinds of important and informative websites describing what ails you. But, you'll also find me! My mom would be so proud.
Well, I thought that was funny. I think that I might also be slightly delirious. 4:30 in the morning comes way too early. Especially, if you stay up late watching Phat Girlz. Yeah, don't ask. Just rent it.
Also, if you are one of those people who have big backpacks, here's a little hint. When trying to get to your seat, please be conscious of the people with laptops in the row behind you. While your laptop might enjoy getting mauled and violated by obese backpacks, mine does not. So please, be aware of your person's extra thickness when your backpack is in tow, and respect my personal space.
So says Artsy Fartsy at 23.8.06
I'm back from V-A-C-A-she-O-N!
We had a wonderful time and I am pretty proud of my tan. All I want to do now is drown the back from vacation blues with coconut shrimp and pina coladas.
Instead...I get to look forward to packing up a summer's worth of the Knight's and my clothes and belongings, putting them in the car, and driving back to our little apartment in law school land. Since I don't want anyone else to have to suffer through what is going to be a very dull and dreadful evening, I'm going to let ya'll do what I WISH I was doing. Shopping! So, here you go...
Totally unnecessary and impractical things I would buy if I had a reeeeedickulus wad o’ cash:
One of those hot pink Barbie convertibles, but only bigger…so, like, I could, like, drive it…now…on the road. Right now. ZOOM.A coffee cup smothered, covered, and diced in diamonds.
Oh yeah, I forgot. My convertible would also be covered in diamonds. And maybe pearls. Pink ones.
My very own Waffle House.
This rug. It matches nothing I own, but I love it dearly.
Mark Ruffalo. Yes, I have a husband – so all of my, er, needs are met. But I just think Mr. Ruffalo would be very fun to hang out with (plus he’s very hot in kind of an unconventional way). I imagine him to be the kind of guy who would know a really cool hole-in-the-wall restaurant with excellent food and who likes vintage stuff and plays the guitar, but also is not afraid to maybe go learn how to Tango. And maybe also secretly loves BritPop and HGTV. I don’t know. That’s just how I imagine him to be. I wonder how much he costs?
Subscriptions to Cosmo, Reader’s Digest, Vanity Fair, Vogue, US Weekly, People, In Style, Time, The New Yorker, Southern Living, Rolling Stone, Architectural Digest, and definitely Highlights (for the free stickers). There is no way in the world I could ever feasibly read half of the material in these ‘zines, but I think this collection would say to the world, “World, while my owner is not quite as well-rounded as she would like to be, her magazine collection certainly is.”
Everything Lisa Frank ever made. I loved her in the 4th grade, and I still do. I remember being SO EXCITED about going school supply shopping because it meant I could replenish my Lisa Frank collection with new folders, pencils, erasers, and oh yes, a new Lisa Frank Trapper Keeper. I would stay up late the night before school organizing and reorganizing my pencil box, backpack, and trapper keeper. My absolute favorite design? The one featuring the rear view mirror of a very cool convertible going down the road. In the mirror was the reflection of a very beautiful woman with hot red lips and sunglasses. God, I wanted to be that woman so bad it hurt. Sometimes even now I linger just a little too long in the school supply section at Wal-Mart. You know – just to see what Lisa’s been up to lately. Bless you, dear Lisa. You have no idea the joy your glossy, fantastic, colorful art brought me.
This set of dishes. And this one too...for tea parties. With my stuffed animals. Heee! I have absolutely NO NEED for dishes. I already have 12 place-settings of these in various colors plus all the serving pieces, and 10 of these, and 8 place-settings of an antique version of these (from my great grandmother), and a set (of 8) that compliments my china just in case I don’t have enough place-settings of the real stuff. Four sets, people. Four. And how old am I? Effing 25. It isn’t like I’m some 72 year old biddy that has slowly collected a cherished pattern piece by piece and then inherited several other sets. Nope. I’m 25. At this rate, I’ll have about 13 different sets by the time I’m 40. Can you imagine the storage for that? I’ll need at least 5 dining rooms. And at least 8 china cabinets. I often joke with the Knight that if wants to get me hot and horny, just give me about 5 minutes with a Neiman Marcus Tabletop Catalog and I’ll be ready (nudge, nudge, wink, wink). I’m sick, people. Sick.
This wedding dress. Yes. I recognize it is very shee-shee-poo-poo, but I can't help it. I long for it. Here is what my real dress looked like... No. I’m not planning on getting married ever again. But? If? If, say, just maybe, I had one, little, eensy weensy, tee-niney indiscretion with Mr. Ruffalo at that excellent restaurant only he knew about, and then I recognized the err of my ways, so I smacked myself in the head and said "Self! What was you thinking? You'll take Cheetos with the Knight over lobster bisque with Mr. Ruffalo any day!” Well, then – then, I just might need to renew those vows (that is, if the Knight would forgive me). Thus making this dress extremely practical and totally necessary. Which is why I need to get it now. Since all the above is certain to happen.Well, I guess that's all I can think of...for now. I'm sure that there are lots of other impractical yet wonderful things to buy. If you can think of any, let me know!
~Being true to yourself never goes out of style.~
P.S. I put a link at the bottom in case you want to be notified when I put up a new post. MimiSmartyPants does it, and it always brightens my day when I get a crazy email from her saying "hey, I wrote some crazy talk down and I know you want to read it."
So says Artsy Fartsy at 19.8.06
Hellooooo Beautiful People!
I'm on vacation this week. If you want to be insanely jealous of me, go here and see where I am!
If you happened to see my post containing a wishlist, don't sweat, my pets...it's coming! I accidentally deleted it on blogger, but saved it on my laptop. Unfortunately, I don't have my laptop with me, sooooooo you'll just have to wait until I get home to see all the frivolosity I crave.
As for vacation - it's beautiful. Absolutely, breathtakingly beautiful. We are staying in a cute little bungalow called the "Leaping Lizard." It has its own swimming pool and is really close to the beach. The thing I love about Captiva is that although it is in Florida, it really feels tropical. To get to the beach you have to walk through a shaded path of palm trees and tropical flowers. The uncrowded beaches are white sand and covered with shells. The water is typically clear as glass and a beautiful aquamarine color. Everyday I have seen cranes diving for food, porpoises playing in the water, and multitudes of tiny, tiny fish.
Since I still live in the dark ages and don't have a digital camera, I can't show you pictures. You'll just have to trust me!
Anyway, I was the irresponsible one and didn't wear sunscreen the past two days, so I'm burnt to a crisp. The Knight and I have spent the day indoors going shopping at all cutesy wutesy boutiques, drinking beer at the Mucky Duck, and watching TV. My three favorite things to do when I can't go bake on the beach!
Okay, well, I need to get back to watching Christina Aguilera do the video countdown on MTV. How do I survive with all this stress and responsibility?
So says Artsy Fartsy at 15.8.06
Yes, I know I'm in my own little world. It's okay, they know me here.
Let the nicknames begin! I found out a couple of weeks ago that I am going to have to get BRACES. Evidently, I have crooked teeth and an overbite and one side of my back teeth aren’t lined up properly. Yep. I am one hot little mess, I am.
I haven’t decided how I feel about pieces of metal invading my mouth. On one hand, it will be nice to have straight teeth again and not have so many jaw problems (yes, I have TMJ – no jokes please).
On the OTHER VERY BIG HAND, I am 25 years old. On my way to being an attorney. Braces are not exactly the most professional accessory. I can picture myself now…in the courtroom…walking up to the podium…smiling for the jury…and BLINDING THEM. Yep, you hire me for your case, voir dire will take quite a long time. Juror # 1 didn’t bring his sunglasses to court today? Sorry sir, you are excused. Next, please.
On the other, other hand (apparently, I am also an octopus now), I’ve heard that braces hurt a lot, which means that eating is painful, and since I do anything and everything to avoid pain, I won’t be eating as much. Do you know what that means, people? Do you? It means that I might lose weight! Something I always wish to do, but never seem to be able to accomplish.
So, jury blinding and TMJ and skinniness aside, I get the contraption installed on September 22nd. I guess until then, I have ample time to eat all the twizzlers, sugar-ey bubble gum, and peanut butter I can stomach.
Moving along… (doop de doop)
I haven’t had much to say lately. I guess I’m in a tee-niney little rut. But let me tell you my new favorite word. Shee-shee-poo-poo. As in “this little catalog is very shee-shee-poo-poo” and “she had her bridesmaids’ luncheon at Dharma Blue. It’s very shee-shee-poo-poo.” I was talking to the Knight's mom about some new bedding she might be putting in the guest bedroom, and she described it as very "shee-shee-poo-poo." Now, the Knight's mom is adorable. And sometimes she says the cutest things. Things like shee-shee-poo-poo. And SINCE I want to be cute, too, I have decided that shee-shee-poo-poo is going to be my new thing.
Yes, shee-shee-poo-poo is going to be my new favorite phrase. Out with the gobbledy-gook! Enough with the jibber-jabber! You - over there - with the yadda, yadda, yadda. Scat! Blahppity blah blah - be gone! Shee-shee-poo-poo is here to stay! Shee-shee-poo-poo is the phrase for the new school year!
Hip Hip Hooray for the Shee-Shee-Poo-Poo! (confetti and balloons burst from the sky). Gimme a SHEE! You GOT YOUR Shee, you GOT YOUR Shee! Gimme a POO! You GOT YOUR Poo, you GOT YOUR poo! What you have? SHEE-SHEE-POO-POO! Say it again: SHEE-SHEE-POO-POO! One more time! SHEE-SHEE-POO-POO!
Wow. Okay, so I really am struggling today. But I do have a surprise for you! You won't get it today, but soon, very soon...
Also, here is one of the oddest new stories I have ever read.
Until then -- Shee-shee-poo-poo!
So says Artsy Fartsy at 8.8.06
Pathetic post to show off my cute niece and nephew...
Dear Carter and Madeline:
The Knight and I celebrated our 2 year anniversary the weekend before last (July 23! I love you baby!).
ANYWAY, now that we have been married for 2 years, I think we are officially out of the "newlywed" zone. But before we could say "here's to being fat and happy" (which is something we really shouldn't be saying, but seems to be our current state), people are now putting us into the "babymaking" zone. I find it quite annoying, but also a little humorous. Why do people think we have any business having children? Look at us! We can barely keep ourselves in clean clothes, let alone a third person. Neither one of us can remember to bring the basic essentials when we go on a trip (toothbrush, underwear, etc.). How would we ever remember the gazillion and one things your parents bring when they take you anywhere? It's laughable, really, the idea of the Knight and I with children. Laughable and SCARY.
But do you know what I do when asked "When are you going to start a family?" I whip out my pictures of you, my cutesy wutesy niece and nephew. "Here they are. Awwww. Aren't they adorable? They are both just little messes! Now that little Maddie...she is just growing like a weed. And let me tell you the latest thing Carter did...."
Before they know it, I have changed the subject and we are off talking about the terrible threes and cutting teeth. Most of the time I can scoot off without every answering their questions about my own life.
Maddie and Carter - I'm sorry that I use you. But I have to. Busybodies in this world just have to ask such annoying questions, that it forces me to use you. But I will buy you lots of presents to make up for it! Planes and paint and stickers (sticker books too!) and dolls and tea sets and etch-a-sketches and slinkies. I will even buy you loud, noise-making toys that you only get to play with at my house (so your mom and dad won't hate us).
It isn't that that Knight and I don't want children of our own. We don't really know how we feel about kids. We love you both dearly, but then we don't have to change your diapers, get up every 4 hours to feed you, or buy you a new pair of shoes every week because your feet are growing in an ungodly lightning speed way.
Of course you both are adorable little terrors, but what if our kids don't turn out like you? Or worse...what if we are bad parents? So, until we have resolved our issues, I am just going to continue to use you. Don't worry, you will continue to benefit from my trickeries and scheming, but I just wanted you to know about it. Okay. Well, that's I have for now.
I love you,
So says Artsy Fartsy at 2.8.06
How to make an Artsy Fartsy Shopaholic (also, things you should know if you ever want to impersonate me):
- I like to brush my teeth in the shower. Sometimes I floss in there, too.
- I make my coffee (commuter size) with 1 teaspoon of fat free creamer and 4 packets of Sweet & Low.
- I drive with my seat insanely close to the steering wheel and gas pedal. Because of this, I have been accused of driving like an old woman, which I guess is appropriate considering I drive a Buick Le Sabre with burgundy velour interior.
- Most Hallmark commercials make me cry – especially the one where the teacher spends a really long time teaching this little boy how to read and then he gets her a thank-you card and… he READS IT TO HER! I know, I know…SNIFF.
- I adore all things monogrammed, stilettos, and polka dots.
- When I get nervous, I talk too much.
- Also, when I have nothing to say, I usually give a lame compliment like “I really like your shirt. It’s so pretty!” Then I laugh nervously. He Haw.
- I am commonly found guilty of giving TMI. (possible side effect of # 6?)
- My fingernails have three states: fabulous and manicured, un-even and scratchy, and mutilated with the clippers/ready to start growing all over again.
- I am a good girl. Therefore, I like bad boys.
- Sometimes, I deliberately wait a few weeks before using/wearing/displaying an item I recently bought, so that when I do use/wear/display the item and the Knight asks “Is that new?” I can say (with an almost clean conscience) “Nope, I’ve had this for ages!” (Note to the Knight: I don't know where that last sentence came from. THIS NEVER HAPPENS. Little 'ole me would never do such a thing.)
- When greeting friends, I often use the phrases “Heloooo, Hot Stuff” and “Hey Beautiful!” These phrases are fine, I suppose, though a tad too cheery for some people’s taste. But what do I care? I am a tad too cheery for some people’s taste.
- I have a bionic nose.
- I think manners are very important, but sometimes I put the napkin on the wrong side of the table just to see if the Knight’s mom will say anything.
- I am kind of shallow. I really want to be deep and interesting, but I personally think that the details of Kid Rock and Pamela Anderson’s recent nuptials are way more interesting than the pros and cons of natural law.
- If I could have it my way, all my vehicles and appliances would be hot pink with a glitter finish.
- I can never remember the words to any songs. Sometimes, I enjoy being at a karaoke bar just so I can learn what those songs I have been mumbling for years really mean. I adore songs like “Yellow Ledbetter” because nobody knows what he is saying... I’m not the only one!
- Scratch number 17. I just remembered – I do know all the words to “Damn it feels good to be a gangsta.” Why? Because, once on a road trip I made it my job to learn the lyrics. 4 ½ hours later… “Damn it feels good to be a gangsta…I mean one that you don't really know…Ridin' around town in a drop-top Benz…Hittin' switches in my black six-fo'…hmmm…hmmm…hmmm.” Okay, well maybe I don’t know all the words, but I know most of them.
- I'm pretty sure that I gain weight just by looking at food.
- If ordering a drink at a bar, I typically choose an appletini or a glass of Reisling. But really I have no signature drink…sometimes its lemon drop shots, other times diet coke and jack, and still other times I pick white zin. One thing I will NEVER choose unless I am dirt poor and have no other choice (like when I’m on the river and the choices are this drink and river water) is BEER. Yuck.
- I really want a motorcycle. With hot pink glitter finish.
- I used to be able to skateboard moderately well.
- If I am ever required to made dinner on the fly, this is what I make:
Baked Salmon with a Red Pepper/Dill Sauce
Strawberry/Feta Cheese/Candied Walnuts/Spinach Salad
French Bread from the bread machine - YUM.
Chardonnay, Pinot Noir, or Reisling
(this meal sounds fancy, but it is so effortless - if you want, I will post the recipe)
- If I could change one physical thing about me, I would get bigger boobs.
- I am kind of self-centered. Which explains why I just spent an entire evening making up a list of things about myself in case anyone ever wants to be me for Halloween or something. (What?? It could happen.)
- One more thing…I really am an artsy fartsy shopaholic!
P.S. Daisy reminded me of a couple more things. I can (and often do - okay, well, not often, but enough to merit mentioning it) drink an entire bottle of champagne by myself. With no hangover. Yet I can look at a margarita and get a splitting headache. She also tells me that I have the ability to write life-altering emails. I'm not sure if that ability is a good thing. Also, I have no problem showing Daisy my latest purchases...it is the Knight that I am scared of! :)(Artsy Fartsy Erikaboo in the flesh! Extra Shiny!! Extra Forehead!!)
So says Artsy Fartsy at 1.8.06