Uhhh…omg I volunteered to guest post and now I have nothing to write. There’s always sooo much pressure to write something funny and great and have it be all that and a bag of chips. Yes chips. Chips are good. Sometimes.
So I wanted to ask- what is sexy to you?
I had this conversation with a friend a few days ago because (don’t judge) I want a corset. Specifically, the one in Victoria’s Secret. I found it online last week and haven’t been able to tell myself no from getting it. A corset though! How 1900’s of me right? But it’s seriously a throw back to old Hollywood glamour and I love it.
My friend and I were discussing how women sometimes just wear sexy undergarments for just themselves. A confidence booster. You know we all feel sexy and confident when we’re secretly wearing something fabulous. Well- at least I do. 🙂 I’m , despite just putting it all out there for the public, too shy to really admit I want this. And I can’t get over the fact that it’s a corset and haven’t women worked hard to get away from the constraints men have put us in? Think- women’s movement. Anyways… sexy is not just glam undergarments.
The guy who wears oddly paired clothes, who can’t dance to save his soul but tries so hard, who makes you laugh, who eases your fears about being judged about something etc is sexy. I’m a simple girl underneath the makeup, hair, Coach purses, Blackberry, and inheritance. I don’t care about money or where you come from or what you do. A guy willing to make it past all that- is sexy.
Old Hollywood Glam anything is sexy.
Vintage is sexy.
Confidence, humor, honesty and ambition is sexy.
But you know what is not sexy? THIS. Apparently some people use this as exercise. You can thank me later for that link. 🙂
Ok- now for some answers- what does sexy mean to you?
Because I’m leaving for Florida at 6am tomorrow! Woohoo! You know what a 6am flight means though right? I have to get up at 3am to get ready and to the airport in time to sit around and wait for my flight. Joy. But I can’t complain because it was 29 degrees this morning when I got into my car after scrapping the ice off. 29 motherf-ing degrees.
I. Am. NOT. Ready. For. Winter!
Have you taken a moment out of your day to realize that today is in fact Veteran’s day? Thank a Vet for your freedom, we have no idea what they have endured for people they don’t even know.
Anyone interested in guest posting for me while I’m gone? I know nothing like a last minute request hehe. Email me if you think you might want to.
I haz a happy hangover today. Yesterday was full of hope, relief and was generally a good day. Last night I met some family for dinner that I haven’t seen in much too long. It was relaxing and I truly had a great time.
Today? Ugh I woke up at 1am feeling completely shitty I’m not sure why. But I will tell you that peppermint tea can work wonders!
——–On to something not completely related————
I want to talk about ‘hurling’ under the influence. My little bar escapade on Halloween was lots of fun and I was able to drive home without having to worry. I indulged in 6 or 7 jager bombs at my friends condo before we went out. If I haven’t said it before I’m the cheapest date ever. I’m a lightweight and my friends constantly make fun of me. So I was pretty drunk before we left.
But at the first bar it was all smokey and I needed some fresh air.
It’s a fact that when I pass a certain point of drunkenness you better get me outside or I will “ralph” somewhere. I can’t even promise I won’t puke outside cuz I’ve done that a few times too (sitting in a camping chair, off the side of a deck, outside of the Post Bar…). It seems to be a general consensus that when you aren’t feeling so hot with all that alcohol in your system you need some air.
I wonder if my constant need for air is mental. I didn’t drink much in high school. Sure IC and I did shots of peppermint schnapps and stole some other sips from whatever was in the basement cabinet but we never got flat out drunk. Oh no. That didn’t happen until we took our trips up north. We had a friend that would always remind us of “Mind over Matter” and would escort us out of his basement and into the cool night air. I never once ‘lost my cookies’ there. Thank God cuz really that would have been embarrassing 😉
So back to Halloween. I had to get out of the first bar, everything was making my stomach turn. Luckily the next bar we went to had the door wide open and the mild air was circulating the smoke and perfume haze. No hurried trips to the nasty bathroom for me (what? you’ve never done that?!)
I didn’t spend any money that night. By the time we left the bar at 1am I hadn’t had a drink in 4 hours and by the time we got back to the condo I was fine. Which is great cuz I would much rather sleep in my own bed.
OK let’s get on with it. I voted, did you?
So if you don’t vote you are lame. 1. that’s a big FAIL and 2. you have four years ahead of you where you can’t complain about anything since you didn’t do you part!
Cool now that that is done with we can get on to other stuff.
What stuff do you ask? I’m not really sure. I don’t have a lot going on today. I’m anxious about the election, mostly because I just need to know whether I need to move to Canada or not.
I’m wearing probably the ugliest shirt that I own, but it’s one of my favorites. I think it’s because it makes me feel waif-like. And c’mon I’ll never be waif-like. Wait. Wait. I’m athletic. My bones are anything but petite and I’m not graceful. I’m as clumsy as they come.
Speaking of clumsy my dad kicked me square in the head last night. He said it wasn’t that hard, but he did ask if I was seeing stars and then preceeded to laugh. He also informed me that it was my fault he got me in the head. Um Hm. I love my dad. (for those of you that are new here, my dad is a 3rd degree black belt in tkd and also my Instructor)
I leave for Florida in 8 days. 8 days! I love planning last minute trips.
You guys it’s 70fuckingdegrees here! Do you know how awesome that is and how wonderful that makes my day? I’ve had a couple things to make my day wonderful as well.
I can’t wait to go home so I can crank my music up on my drive home and sing at the top of my lungs. That’s what days like this make me want to do. Roll the window down, turn the music up, and pretend I can sing. I love sunshine!
How was your election day?!
When it’s not one thing it’s another. We had to take Liko, our 15lbs rat terrier to the emergency vet. When we got home from grocery shopping we noticed an Advil bottle laying in the middle of the floor. We predict that he ate at least 6 and not more than 15 tablets. His eyes were glazed and his little body swayed when he tried to walk. Than the vomiting started. We are talking projectile (sorry that was probably TMI).
The emergency vet told me I had to call the ASPCA poison control before I came in. There was $60 out the window. He has to stay at the hospital for fluids and charcoal for the next 24 hours and than they will decide if he needs to stay. The biggest fears are renal failure or damage and ulcers.
Luckily, we caught it early and his vomiting may have helped. Tomorrow we might have to have him transfered to his normal vet for more fluids and a renal check. You don’t even want to know how much this is costing and I don’t even have the final amount. But what are you supposed to do? Refuse treatment? I don’t think so.
*sigh there goes our vacation 🙁
Hopefully little Liko will be feeling better by tomorrow.