What do we think of this?
I decided that wearing a pink cardigan and red jeans together at the same time was bonkers, yet awesome.
And then every time I caught sight of myself in a mirror, all I saw was bonkers.
I could probably recount every football game I’ve ever watched and bore myself silly doing it. I went to a few games in high school and college, but shrug. I went to a pro game last year. There was a rainbow and I took a neat photo with a faux tilt-shift effect of the little players on the field. Such is the level of my interest in the playing of the game.
And yet, it was a weekend rife with the stuff.
On Saturday, we watched the Oscar-winning documentary film, Undefeated, about a Memphis high school team with a chance to be winners after decades of suckitude. Amy posted about it last week and as she is a benchmark of fantastic in my ledger, I wanted to give it a go. It was crazy compelling and interesting to see this underdog storyline with the motivational coach without all of the spit and polish that you’d see in a regular movie version. The David and I both got really wrapped up in it.
And then, as if that wasn’t enough footballism, we went to a Super Bowl party on Sunday. I’ve done that once before and had been promised that people don’t really watch the game; it’s just a party. But that dude was just trying to woo my Jessica and that promise was a lie. People watch the Super Bowl and they don’t stop until it is over.
I don’t know if it was because there was a San Francisco team involved or because we were plopped on a couch front and center, but I actually really got in to yesterday’s game. I did some hooting and some hollering and was quite disappointed that the 49’ers didn’t win after all that hopeful comebacking.
I think I actually liked it. I feel weird now.
We’ve been remiss at keeping in touch. Please forgive us. We are very busy.
We have shed our kittenish appearances for full fledged cattiness. But we still get up to much in the way of antics and wanton destruction.
This is me, Rocket. Cat #1. I have a flair for the cantankerous and enjoy biting.
But when the mood strikes, I like to make with zee snuggle. If we snuggle too hard, though, and I get really happy, then I drool. It is charming and grotesque all at once. My favorite time to tell you about my love is in the pre-dawn gloaming, around 4 am. After that, it is time to have fisticuffs with my cat-at-arms, Luna.
Yeah, that’s me, Luna, the lovely lady lump. When I am not cooking my rump in front of the radiator, I would like to come sit on you and then get up and turn around and then sit on you that way. And then put my right paw in and sit on you. And then shimmy coco puff sit on you some more. And because I am badass, I will also purr like the mother fucking dickens while doing all that squirrelly sitting.
Until next time, humans. Enjoy all that being awake you do.
I got back from ALT Summit in Salt Lake City on Saturday and I still feel like I need a week to lie very still, speaking to no one, not wearing any tights.
There are blog posts galore, spreadsheets and checklists, and even online classes to advise you on how to dress and what to wear at ALT. Because if you’re not wearing polka dots, stripes, and neon (preferably simultaneously) then you are bad blogger bad.
For the longest time, I tried to pretend that I didn’t care and I’d just wear what the heckles ever. But at the last minute, I spazzed and I lugged six pairs of shoes to Utah.
So, what I wore:
Day 1: Dinner with a sponsor – flowery embroidered skirt, orange tights, brown boots, a green sweater and a silver locket.
Day 2: Sessions and whatnot – cat dress, cat cardigan, blue tights, brown boots, my Emily + Ross Un-Tourist scarf.
Day 2: Clue-themed party – green ruche-y dress, green tights, green t-strap sandals, a big green necklace, and a vintage hat from Decades. Not yet adhered: some ridiculous green-tipped fake eyelashes.
Day 3: Sessions and whatnot – tweedy pink pencil skirt, pink tights, vintage-style heels, a softball team t-shirt featuring a bat-holding fox, a green skinny belt, vintage-style cardigan, and a rhinestone necklace.
Day 3: Mini-party hosted by Blurb – gold sequined mini-skirt, purple tights, cowboy Frye boots, oversized gray sweatshirt, a long copper disc necklace and a short star necklace.
Day 4: Room service breakfast in bed, half a craft class, and travel – Levis, sneakers, a long-sleeved gray t-shirt, a striped v-neck shirt, and a burgundy infinity scarf.
Not pictured: The workout clothes that I thought really hard about wearing…
today at alt summit, I was in a state of aimless wander when I saw a lady who was wearing the same scarf as me.
I hopped right over to her and said “HELLO!”
Then I sent her telepathic messages saying “We are wearing the same scarf! Can you believe it? What a wacky, fun coincidence!”
She looked at me and said her hello, but her eyeballs were saying “Do I know you? I don’t think I know you. But you are very boisterous.”
“We are wearing the same scarf!”
“That’s my scarf,” she says.
“Yes! I designed it!”
Oh, bowl me over. This is the lady who made the scarf that I got on her kickstarter campaign and I love it so. She is here and I am donning her design.
And that’s my favorite bit so far.
My interweb friends Caroline and Jen have both been being all buzzy about this Whole30 thing, so I looked into it and got intrigued by this promise: “improved body composition, energy levels, sleep quality, attention span, mental attitude and athletic performance.”
Curiouser and curiouser I got, so I told The David and we decided to give it a shot.
What “it” is, is a diet comprised solely of lean meats, vegetables, healthy fats and some fruit. Which means no grains, no beans, no sugar, no soy, no alcohol. For 30 days.
Today’s my 11th day and aside from some added sugar in some jerky, I think I’ve kept to it pretty accurately.
So far, I’d say that I’m feeling about the same as usual, although I do notice that I’m not getting slumpy in the afternoons. I still have regular tired laziness as per usual. And no magic sleeping. So the jury’s still out – maybe my magic moment is just around the bend.
Also, around the bend, I’ve just arrived in Salt Lake City for Alt Design Summit. Where my meals are going to be provided for me, which means the plan is probably out the window. (Please let there be pasta) Oh, the sacrifices for bloggery…
I’m intrigued (and yet also disappointingly bored) by this opportunity to see the same photograph of myself replicated ten years later.
I have definitely gotten more orange over the years. But my smirk remains consistent.
You were born on Saturday. It was cold and sunny. I wondered about when you would turn up all day long.
Your mom did a good job cooking you (she even gave you 8 extra days) and I’m very proud of her.
You have squishy plump cheeks and ears that like to fold over under your hat.
Very nice to make your acquaintance, kiddo. We’re gonna have great times (when you stop pooping in your pants.)
So glad you’re here, baby.
I co-hosted a baby shower for my very best friend and since I don’t have sisters or other very best friends, I wanted to put some elbow grease into it.
In fact, it was so special of an event, I wanted to borrow some other people’s elbow grease, as well. My mom wrote all of the messaging and addressed the envelopes, Nicole helped me assemble all of the pieces together, and Caroline made the die-cut trees for me and then FedExed them from Florida.
People do a lot of stuff with pink ribbons to promote breast cancer awareness.
I’m don’t really get why there’s so much hype about generating this awareness, though. It’s not like this is some rare and mysterious ailment. We all know of at least one someone who’s had it.
So even though it’s personal and kind of awkward to talk about, I’m just putting it out there. I got a mammogram today, for the first time.
It wasn’t that big of a deal.