Monthly Archives: June 2011

Bad Blogger

Yeesh, people.


I’ve missed you, and everytime I turn around, it seems like I’m broken-record-writing that “It’s been way too long since I’ve written.”

So here’s what’s been going on that’s been keeping me busy. I promise in this next week to try to write in more detail about each of these subjects:

– Moving my sister to a new place

– Old books and new movies

– Having my identity stolen (not completely as bad as it sounds, and not in the way you think, so don’t freak out!)

– Getting back to Weight Watchers

– Turning 27

– Watching other momentous celebrations

– Getting my husband all super-interny

– Seeing my inlaws twice in one month

– Writing my fingers to the bone

What have you been up to? I hope you’ve all been vacationing and sitting on beaches and sipping margaritas. Or, enjoying your internships. Or, doing fabulous things elsewhere.

Since I’m already here (on the blog), I’ll start with the first item on the list. My sister moved in with L, my work girlfriend and one of my best friends. It’s really interesting to have two people that you have very different relationships with live together. I feel for L because even though my sister is a lovely person; she can be high-maintenance and loud. But, I think they’re having fun living together (as long as Jo remembers to pay her rent and do that kind of thing).

We moved her after she had been living here about a month. I think she was tired of our very dull life, since we don’t do a lot besides work stuff and volunteer stuff (me) and school (Ducks). So it was probably nicer for her to be somewhere with someone else who actually acts young. 😉

We looked like the Beverly Hillbillies when moving her, though! Ducks and I loaded up the mattresses and made our way to the Bachelorette Pad (which is what I’ve christened their townhouse), then had to stop within the first 3 miles of highway because the mattresses picked up and almost swooped away under the gusts of an 18-wheeler – yikes!

But, they’re moved, having fun and my sister has only thrown up in L’s car once. I call that a positive success.

Okay, back to the NBA draft. Ducks is so extremely obsessed, and I’m his co-analyst for the evening, I suppose. 🙂



I’ve loved them since before this duo graced the court.

Since the three J’s.

Through the miseries of the 90s. Through the heart-breaking ’06 finals. Through years and years and different combinations of players who were just almost, but not quite, there.

And finally…this team made it happen. Why?

Because of loyalty. Because substance triumphs over style. Because the Big One chose loyalty to his team over flash and “Decisions” and what not.

Because 13 years ago, a young German kid came to America with big dreams, a big work ethic and big ideas of loyalty to teammates and friends.

And from that season, he grew up. He changed. He had short hair; he had long hair. He played all-star, MVP-level basketball with taunts and accusations flying at him. He played with cool, Teutonic levelheadedness. He played with another player’s teeth embedded in his elbow, still making perfect free throws. In fact, his free throw shooting is part of what marks him as one of the best to ever play. He played with a 102-degree fever, while LeBron and D-Whistle mocked him for the cameras, insinuating that he might fake an illness because he was afraid of them. But, obviously, he knows no fear.

And finally, after 13 years, he walked away last night with this.

When the Mavs won, the first thing I did after the rejoicing stilled at our house was to call my 75-year-old grandmother. Obviously, a love for sports is hereditary in my family, as she said, “I’ve been laughing, crying, everything over here. I can hardly believe it.” She was almost too excited to even stay on the phone.

Living in Spurs Country for the past two years has been difficult. But this long-awaited, hard-fought, underdog-style victory makes up for it. How sweet it is to finally see our Mavericks carry home the trophy. How sweet it is to see Dirk vindicated from the taunts of being soft and not being able to finish. And, how sweet it is to watch a reporter ask “King James” if he choked and watch his arrogance in deferring that question to Dwayne Wade, as if it’s beneath his notice to discuss the fact that, yes, he did actually choke and let his team down.

I’ve been a Mavs fan for almost 27 long years, and this finals championship is the sweetest gift a sports fanatic girl like me could receive.




*All photos are linked back to the locations where I found them on the Internet.

Celebrity Dopplegangers

Remember when this was a trend on Facebook for a while? I thought it was really hilarious to see who people thought they looked like. Why is this on my mind today? I don’t know, but here are the two celebrities I’ve been compared to most often. Kind of a disparate pair in my opinion.

Elizabeth Taylor.



Jeaneane Garofalo.

The first time anyone told me I looked like Jeanane Garofalo, I was surprised, a little offended and thought it was just one weird person’s opinion. Then it happened again. At the mall. Unsolicited. I was just picking up something I had engraved at things remembered and this woman standing by me said, “Oh my gosh, you really look like that comedian. You know the one in Romy and Michelle.” To which I snarled at her and walked away.

The Elizabeth Taylor comparisons are more flattering. Obviously. 😉

Ducks, in case you are wondering, looks like, according to my college best friend, “if Charlie Sheen and Chandler from Friends had a baby.” Umm…. could he be any more WINNING? 😉


Or I suppose alternatively:


What about you? Who have you been told you look like? Do you agree or disagree? Any horror stories?

PS I should add my horror story. Once I mentioned jokingly to one of my husband’s college roommates that the Rock is probably my cousin (since he’s Samoan and all). He said, “I can kind of see that…in the face.” Ouch. I mean the Rock is a good-looking man, but HE’S A BOY. And not a dainty one. He’s a big angry wrestling boy. Zing.

The Beautiful Project

Okay, I forgot to post this yesterday, but wanted you guys to know…

I was extremely honored to participate in Natalie ‘s  Beautiful project. Natalie writes at The Bobby Pin and is a fantastic blogger who inspires me with her fashion sense, her maturity, her views on important issues and her PR savvy. You should all read her on a regular basis, and not just because she was kind enough to include me in her project.

The Beautiful project was created by Natalie and includes many different definitions of beauty beyond what we see in pretty faces or striking scenery.  She adds new Define Beautiful posts each week. Go give it a read if you have a chance. Here’s the link to mine.

Divorce Party

Okay, just a quick post to let you guys know I haven’t forgotten you…. 😉

And don’t worry, Ducks and I are not getting divorced.

One of my colleagues, a girl who is somewhere between acquaintance and friend, is having a party tonight. It should be simple to say, “Oh, I’ll be there,” right? After all, it involves margaritas on a patio – what’s not to love?

The thing that stops me from wanting to attend is this – it’s a “divorce party.”

She’s celebrating the finalization of her divorce paperwork, etc., and the fact that she’s single again. I don’t know how to feel about this. On one hand, she’s a very nice girl who is excited to start a new, and hopefully better, portion of her life. But, on the other hand, should we really celebrate the destruction of the institution of marriage?

It’s so hard to know about this kind of thing. Plus, I’m just a sociable kind of girl, so I feel badly about not showing up to things other people are hosting. (Oh, also, the annoying friends of my friend H are invited, and after Thing #1’s inappropriate attempts to dance with me and poke his finger into my bridesmaid’s dress cleavage area, I’m so NOT up for seeing him.)

What are your thoughts? Would you attend a divorce party? Is it right to have a divorce party? And would it be any different if it were a “new beginnings” party instead of a divorce party? Is it supporting a friend or supporting the dissolution of the institution of marriage?