Signmon Says!

Seriously....how many political signs can there be? Driving down the road today-literally a stretch of 200 yards-there were at least 30-40 signs of different polictical canidates. I understand putting the ones up for some local offices, but the ones I don't get are the Bush/Cheney, Kerry/Edwards signs. I mean....who doesn't know that they are running? Isn't that a waste of campaign money? It's not as if I'm going to drive down the road and say, "I'll vote for Bush...no Kerry...no Bush...no Clymer...who the fuck?" One, I'm pretty decided. It doesn't take me much. Nor should it take anyone any major time to decide. Unless of course you were the ladies on the Today Show today...thanks Robin for the quip about that. I totally agree. I like a 9-month pregnant woman with the election this year. I'm cooked. Done. Ready to give birth to the next 4 years.

Pizza, Beer and God

Now there's three things that don't usually come together. Although, sometimes God does come up after too many beers. Tonight was a pretty interesting, however. What started out as a girls' night, work bitch, chat-it-up session turned into a conversation that made me feel reaffirmed and reassured in my beliefs in religion. The long-short of it was what you believe, what is love, what is God, yada, yada, yada....and a great comment by a man at the table. (Yes, ladies...a good comment out of a man's mouth!--just kidding.) "Those people who live their lives the way that God intended are much closer to God than those who state 'I believe in God." Well, the comment was something of that. Now, I'm not sure that you have to choose "God" as your higher power if one at all, but I felt pretty good about myself. I have never been a "stater" or "claimer" of words but have always done what I thought was right. Have I made bad decisions knowingly? Of course...who hasn't? My stance on it was that I do believe in God, however I live my life the way I do because that's what feels right...not what a book dictates. Now, I do claim to be a very uneducated, organized religious person...in other words, a shmorgasbord Christian. Why a Christian? I don't know....I guess that's where faith steps in. Good, Lord. I could just keep writing because points keep coming at me. I think that's what religion is supposed to do -come at you in so many different ways that you don't know what the heck is going on. My head hurts now. I should just stick to the beer and pizza. Not much confusion on that, eh?

In any sense....good conversation. It was nice (strange, but nice) to sit in a bar and be enlightened by other persons thoughts.

Busy, Buzzy, Bee

Agh! Been soooo busy! No time for anything. And, had a major computer meltdown last week. Lesson learned-Backup files often. I lost a little, but not too much.
Quick trip to NYC this weekend and I got the cutest purse. If I can ever figure out how to post pictures, you may be lucky enough to see this little delight. Yeah...I'm sure you're just on the edge of you seat right now. More later.

Jump on the Trend Train

So after the fashion disasters that I had to try to organize, I can only remember one major thing that is soooo yesterday. I'm really sick of the "sandwich dancing." It's totally annoying to have some total tool belt that thinks as soon as he hears "In Da Club" that everyone woman wants to dance with him. "I don't know how I'll decide between the two...okay, I'll just put one in the back and one in the front!" Oh, God.

More annoying. Two girls chucking the "meat" from the sandwich in order to pretend to be lesbians. Last time I checked with lesbian friends they didnt' have relationships that simulated being porn stars.

Come on people! Can't we jump on the trend train again? I love remembering dance moves like the Cabbage Patch and Roger Rabbit....that's right...we remember, not continue to do.

Ugg, Ugh! Slap on the Fashion Cuffs!

Saturday night I met my friend Emily who was in from New Orleans at her sister's apartment on the South Side of Pittsburgh. It was great to see her and sisters, friends and family. We headed out to a bar called Jimmy D's. I haven't been there in quite a while. Being 28 I will say that I felt ancient, but still longed for the fraternity house atmosphere it put off. The music was what I call "Pit Music" (an inside joke for those WC people.) We had a good time doing a little drinking, dancing and the best part of it all....people watching. It's amazing what you see when you go out. Pittsburgh is well known to be a bevy of bad fashion. I probably could put that statement to the majority of southwestern PA. Jimmy D's was definitely the place to prove this theory. I spotted too tight tops, too tight pants, florals! The size issue nowadays is amazing. Are women (girls, too) more confident in their bodies that they think they can wear anything? or do these girls have no friends to say, "honey...you CANNNNNNOOT wear that!"
After a while I felt a little guilty for talking as though I've never had a fashion problem (though I will say if I did it was blip in my radar.) Then my good friend Emily reminded me that (and I quoth) "As long as I have a voice, I will speak out in the name of FASHION!" Yeah, I didn't feel bad then. Someone has to do it, right?

Here are a few of the fashion disasters I spotted Saturday night...in no particular order.

1. Tan pants that were 2 sizes two small. She didn't have panty lines, however I would have rather seen panty lines than the cottage cheese she packed in the trunk. Suggestion- black pants (even when they're too tight, you can't see what's underneath.)

2. "Bellied shirt" Now, don't confuse this with the belly shirt that has resurfaced from 1985. This bellied shirt was a too tight shirt that this girl should have definitely thought twice about. I actually thought twice that maybe pregnant women should drink at bars. Suggestion-cute little crocheted shawl to hide the belly.

3. Victorian Floraled shirt. This is just a plain NO. Florals weren't cute in the 80's and 90's and they're not cute now. I think they are made so that when grandmas venture out to buy gifts they can buy you something you can take back. Suggestion-Take it back and tell grandma they didn't have it in your size.

4. Sandals. Um, hello?? It's October 17 and we're not in South Beach or LA. It's after Labor Day, honey. Some rules still need to be obeyed. And....it was 45 degrees out! Suggestion-check the weather channel and calendar before you go out.

5. Uggs, jean skirt, t-shirt. Separately...good jean skirt, good t-shirt, ehhh...not so sure on the Uggs right now. I can't decide. However, together? Uh, last year called and they want Mary-Kate's outfit back. Suggestion-read Glamour, Cosmo...shit read some magazine dated with the current month and date.

6. And this is the biggest one. One girl committed so many crimes, I actually felt bad like maybe she was in Learning Support for fashion. Outfit included....tan/white large knit winter sweater (not quite fitted, but not huge,) unironed cargo chinos, woven Mexicanesque looking belt, SANDALS, and summer canvas pink purse with bamboo handles. That purse must have cost a pretty penny to try to get that much wear out of it. (I'm starting to sweat just thinking about this one.) This definitely requires a few suggestions.
Suggestions....
a. Sandals...self explanatory.
b. Sweater...not bad, but not with this outfit. Looks like football game or fall walk. Small knit, fitted next time.
c. Cargos...Girls need to be feminine and accentuate our bodies. Bulky pockets rarely do that.
d. Belt...try a satin ribbon one. Keep the Spanish to "cervesa" when out.
e. Purse...buy classic. Don't put money into a purse you'll use a few times in 3 months! Better off, buy knockoff.

In any sense Saturday night made me feel much better about myself. The few extra pounds I harbor don't seem so important being that I know how to mask them with cute outfits. When I feel old in a bar, I know I still have the fashion sense I had at 16 and 21...and I don't think I'll get stuck in an era, nor try to fit into a style that isn't me....and will NEVER be me. Most of all. I know that I have friends that would rescue me from these fashion diseases if they would arise for they have to voice for fashion. Ladies, please take the pledge. Stand up for fashion!

Yikes!

So I got my highschool reunion picture back. OMG! First...I can't believe the comparison from my senior year and 10 years later. Gross. I totally need a body removal. And second....I look like a frickin' deer in headlights!!! Could they have taken a worse picture? To be honest very few people have normal looks on their faces. I've definitely seen better and happier pictures of them. (Even if it has been 10 years.) Is it that we had no worries ten years ago? Is this what stress and age does to you? I hate to think what 15, 20 and 25 look like. Maybe I can request a Botox map that will put me into permagrin. Oh, God. I already hate getting old...will I have to invest my retirement into MaryKay eye cream?

Iceberg!

I've been lazy on the blogging part. Funny how I think about things I want to write when I'm in school and have no access to editing this site. Anyway......went to my highschool reunion this past weekend. 10 years. Disappointing turnout of people. I swear there were only 25 people there. Um...I graduated with 250, and the 25 included spouses. And there were 4 of us without dates. Oh well, I did have an alright time catching up with the few that were there. I left early to head on down to the 'burgh with my college friends.
We met up at the Science Center for a Titanic Live. $20, 2 drinks and a Led Zeppelin laser show. Money well spent. However, the end of the night was quite bizarre. A German theater troupe recreated the sinking of the Titanic on the Allegheny River. Pretty cool, eh? Not so...well, I'm not even sure how to describe it. A bunch of look-a-likes from the Phish Hoist album running around, lighting fires and jumping into the path of pipes squirting with water....80 minutes later, ICEBERG! Yes ladies and gentlemen, the Titanic, and Titanick, have just left the building. I"m all open to alternative and interesting theater experiences, but this was just weird. In any sense, it was more interesting than sitting in a bar. However, no more bizarre sometimes.

Home Spa Treatment

If you're a guy reading this post, you'll probably want to pass unless you have back hair. Then, I suggest you listen closely.
I took a late trip to Wal-mart this evening to pick up $14 bag of dog food. $50 later I walk out with a "few" extra items. I got a Halloween bandana for Neville, my Schnoodle and a really cute Frankenstein hat for him. He hates it, but I'll make him wear it for trick-or-treat. I also bought some new hair wax, hairspray and a new waxing kit. Sally Hansen has a new "spa wax treatment." Fabulous!! Being a swimmer I prefer to wax the bikini line as it cuts down on shaving time and is quite frankly, much easier. With new waxing kit...10 minutes tops!! And that included eyebrows, too. Normally it can take me a week or two, bottle of wine and some serious lamaze breathing. So, if waxing is your game...get this kit. Reasonable and definitely works.

SWF looking for Men to Repel

Not a very eventful weekend, but definitely a relaxing one. I got to catch up on Sex and the City (now have finished Season 3.) Friday night I went out with friends of my parents. Yes, you might say I'm a loser that the people I go out with are my parents age, but hey...they're out and my friends here aren't. Anywho...after a few glasses of wine with them I decided to stay out on my own. I don't usually do this because I now feel like a loser sitting at the bar watching a football game that A. I have absolutely no interest in and B. that I don't even remotely understand. But, I stayed anyway running into a teacher I work with. She was out with her man, so I headed on over to the bar where a friend works...

I always go over there with the intention of staying for 1 drink...and it never ends up that way. Maybe because I then am not at the bar "alone" because she's at least working there or the fact that my bar tab ends up "disappearing." Regardless, I stayed out too late. I did run into a guy that I gave my number to last weekend (who didn't call.) I was slightly embarrassed because I wasn't really sure that was him the first time I walked past. Therefore, I passed with a slight smile so that I didn't look stupid. When the next time I had to pass him I gave him a tap on the shoulder. He then called me on my initial fear..."You didn't recognize me, did you?" I replied with, "Yeah, I did. You have a hat on this time." Can you get any dumber response, Molly??

I have three theories on why he didn't call.
1. He didn't want to.
2. I gave him the wrong number (I can never remember my cell number and fucked it up when I gave it to him...hey, who dials their own number???) <--also due the number of beers that I drank. ORRRRR
3. When I said last week that he wanted to talk to me sometime again I responded with a number of guy repeliant comments. First I said that I don't call people...which I don't. The last 5 men I have pursued have blown up in my face so I'm done with that (tangeant.) Then I told him that "this would be the time you ask for my number." (This is the time I could have screwed up the order of digits in my number.) And then finally the real kicker...verbatum I said, "I'm not a sure thing. If you call, I may or may not want to talk to you. I'm fickle, busy and I travel a lot on the weekends."
And I wonder why I don't date??!