Sometimes when I’m working on a bunch of projects and staying up really late to hit my deadlines, I, against what some people would call “better judgement,” set my work aside and do something (sort of) creative and (very) mindless for a bit.
One instance of that practice lead to what became lovingly called, “The Great Red and Blue Computer of 2003.”
So, back in the day, right in the middle of studying for finals and writing papers, I just stopped what I was doing and meticulously spray painted my computer red and blue. In my apartment. Because paint fumes were exactly the kind of pick me up I needed. (Just kidding about that, mom!) It turned out really pretty actually. It’s a shame that computer is long gone now, and since I don’t have a picture I can’t show you. What a totes bummer or whatever the youths say.
Check this out, y’all! It’s my annual blog report and it’s hilarious:
In case scrolling hurt your brain, here’s the direct link: My 2012 Annual Blog Report
Now I can honestly say that I’ve been lifted by… er.. supported by… um… aided by… well.. I can’t think of a good way to say it, but thanks, Anne Hathaway’s ass! You really know how to help a gal out. This is truly a great day for me.
Also, I guess everyone else is just as clueless about who Flo Jo is. I feel like I’m really doing the Lord’s work here with this blog.
And I’m pretty sure I was 23,000 of those 24,000 views.
Lastly, thank you seeherknit for all of your comments on my blog! I think I need to give you a prize or something.
Today was a day for mystery!
Ooh la la, that sounds so sexy, doesn’t it?
Hey, we all have our own definitions of sexy. Don’t judge!
Well, let me tell you…
If today were a novel, it would be called:
Recently, I started perusing Jane Austen’s Sense and Sensibility. And by peruse, I mean the opposite of that which is me taking a few minutes each day to scan a couple of pages and then go do something else.
Not that the book is (totally) boring. I just feel incomplete if I’m not doing two things at once. (That’s what she said!)
Yesterday I watched a documentary on the History Channel called, Secrets of Body Language (that’s a history channel clip, the full show can be found here).
In it there was a segment on facial expressions and micro-expressions. As you can imagine, there is an incredible amount of diversity in facial and micro-expressions and it’s astonishing how telling they can be.
Here’s the problem: Y’all, I kinda suck at reading facial expressions.
Story time, y’all:
When I was in high school, I joined the Debate Team. Our school didn’t have any funds for the team so we couldn’t afford the briefs that we knew the other schools were using for that year’s topic of Russia. Bonus, my partner, Fishboy – yes, that’s what I really called him, and I joined the team about two weeks before the actual meet. Considering that we were already in a ton of other activities and total nerds who liked homework, we didn’t have a lot of time to research.
Needless to say, we were woefully unprepared.
I am a small business owner, y’all.
Crazy, I know. They let me have a business.
Who are they and what are they on?
In his book, Outliers, Malcom Gladwell states, “Ten thousand hours is the magic number of greatness.”
What Gladwell means by this “10,000-Hour Rule” is that to become a master (not just an expert, but a true master) in any field, one must practice their craft for a total of 10,000 hours.
Guys, that is a shitload of time. Roughly, 10 years.
This past weekend I went to a bachelorette party. We rented a house right on the river in Gruene, Texas and drank and partied and danced and played on the water. Basically, we just stayed blitzed for a whole weekend. It was a lot of fun and a much needed break.
Now that I’ve gone through a weekend bachelorette party (which I had never done before), I think it is impossible for anyone to participate in that ritual and not learn at least one or two things about themselves. Bachelorette/bachelor parties teach you about your tolerances and intolerances, your suitcase packing abilities, and your priorities.
I thought it would be interesting to share what I learned about myself:
In honor of my dear friend who had her baby yesterday (remember this and this? She’s been pregnant for like forever, y’all), I wanted to share a couple of freaky facts about babies.
Yes, of course babies are cute n’ cuddly wuddly-ums n’ stuff, but underneath that adorable exterior lies some pretty weird shit. And I’m not completely talking about the poop. Continue reading