I'd totally be jealous of Kate if I were you.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Cake Wrecks
Have you seen this website?
If you haven't, you must. Right now.
Kate showed me THIS POST and we died laughing. You will too. Promise. It's "a tale...of where you came from."
If you haven't, you must. Right now.
Kate showed me THIS POST and we died laughing. You will too. Promise. It's "a tale...of where you came from."
Friday, July 29, 2011
Safe again.
No one got sent home this week on Blogger Idol
What's up with that?
I'm just glad I didn't end up in the Bottom 3 (thanks to all y'all). I'm like, seriously, determined to win or something. Be seriously determined to make me win.
So, I've decided to contemplate something today, and here's the question I'll contemplate:
What's up with that?
I'm just glad I didn't end up in the Bottom 3 (thanks to all y'all). I'm like, seriously, determined to win or something. Be seriously determined to make me win.
So, I've decided to contemplate something today, and here's the question I'll contemplate:
Why do I sweat more in my right armpit than in my left?
I'll get back to you on that.
Happy Weekend!!!
Thursday, July 28, 2011
I've been doing some snooping....
and I'm off to the Post Office. Of the United States of America. Did you know that there is one in Logan? Such a large corporation and they have one in little Cache Valley! It's amazing!
{ loljk <---- I hate that. Never use those things around me.}
Anyway, remember how I love writing (even to myself) and receiving letters (even from myself)? If you don't, you can be reminded by reading HERE and HERE. I just wanted to tell you that one of you is getting a letter from me.
Yep.
I'm probably way more excited about sending it than you are about receiving it. Too bad. You're getting it anyway!! :)
{ loljk <---- I hate that. Never use those things around me.}
Anyway, remember how I love writing (even to myself) and receiving letters (even from myself)? If you don't, you can be reminded by reading HERE and HERE. I just wanted to tell you that one of you is getting a letter from me.
Yep.
I'm probably way more excited about sending it than you are about receiving it. Too bad. You're getting it anyway!! :)
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
I don't wanna brag or nuthin'...
but I have accomplished something.
Something that only happens to size-2 women in the movies.
I kid you not, this is what my hair looked like when I rolled out of bed this morning.
I have not combed it, I have not brushed it.
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| Ahhh, the power of an amazing haircut. Which is not possible without an amazing hairdresser. (Jeanette Wallentine at Silver Clippers for anyone around the Cache Valley) |
What now, Universe?
What now?!
Vote-y, Vote, Vote!!
Hey y'all!
Voting for this week's round of Blogger Idol opens right now and ends tomorrow night at midnight CST. You were awesome last week--we smashed the voting and page view records--and I'll hope you'll continue to support me!
Read and vote for my entry HERE. Make sure you click 'Chess' on the voting poll.
Thanks again!
Voting for this week's round of Blogger Idol opens right now and ends tomorrow night at midnight CST. You were awesome last week--we smashed the voting and page view records--and I'll hope you'll continue to support me!
Read and vote for my entry HERE. Make sure you click 'Chess' on the voting poll.
Thanks again!
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Something to cool you off this hot summer day!
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| I created, therefore I touched. Or is it fondled? |
We named her. But I can't remember what it is.
Maybe you can name her?
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Dear Mr. Chester,
Please, PLEASE be a silent sleeper.
I'm begging you.
Otherwise, things such as camping, or family reunions, or life in general will be utterly miserable. Because between my mother's snoring and my niece's crying, I only slept four hours the other night. And if there's anything that makes me grouchy, it's being sleep-deprived against my will.
If we were gonna have a traditional wedding, I'd make you include a promise never to snore in your vows. Just sayin'.
Love,
Chess
I'm begging you.
Otherwise, things such as camping, or family reunions, or life in general will be utterly miserable. Because between my mother's snoring and my niece's crying, I only slept four hours the other night. And if there's anything that makes me grouchy, it's being sleep-deprived against my will.
If we were gonna have a traditional wedding, I'd make you include a promise never to snore in your vows. Just sayin'.
Love,
Chess
Saturday, July 23, 2011
I'm in for another week!
Oh, I made it through to participate in another round of Blogger Idol! Check out my new Blogger Idol tab for the links to read my first entry and the judges' commentary.
Page views and votes were nearly DOUBLED from what they have been in past weeks. I am sure it is largely due to the wonderful support you (and my ridiculously large and loving family) have shown me!
You are what make blogging such an absolute pleasure!
I sincerely thank you and hope you will again show your support for Chester the Best-er this week!!
(Voting begins Wednesday at noon CST and ends Thursday night at midnight CST)!
Page views and votes were nearly DOUBLED from what they have been in past weeks. I am sure it is largely due to the wonderful support you (and my ridiculously large and loving family) have shown me!
You are what make blogging such an absolute pleasure!
I sincerely thank you and hope you will again show your support for Chester the Best-er this week!!
(Voting begins Wednesday at noon CST and ends Thursday night at midnight CST)!
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Sometimes, I just want to hit my friends...
and shout,
PS. Please vote for me at Blogger Idol!!
"Don't talk like that in front of me--I'm a LADY!!"
(But I guess the hitting thing would negate that claim).
I am though. My mom taught me how to set a table when I was very young, because it was not okay to just toss silverware in a heap next to the plates. You know, salad and dinner forks on the left, soup spoon and knife on the right, blade turned in.
But my little brothers taught me to belch. At the dinner table with my salad and dinner forks on the left, soup spoon and knife on the right with the blade turned in. In front of my mother. Who just laughs and shakes her head. And, very occasionally, joins in.
Eating with my dad's extended fam is a casual affair. Eating with my mom's sisters is fancy even when it's in front of the television. A cute placemat on a bamboo tray, neat silverware, napkin tucked underneath the knife.
That's the difference, you see. Napkins. At my house, they're around when we eat greasy, greasy food. Mom's fam uses napkins whenever with whatever they eat. I mean, it's not like I don't use them when they're around, but when I was visiting my aunts... Well, I was like Eliza Doolittle, when she goes, "'Ere, wot's this?"
And Professor Higgins says disgustedly, "That's your handkerchief, and that's your sleeve, and don't mistake one for other."
I've lived on my own for five years now, and, being influenced by many girls of many backgrounds, my manners are now an eclectic mix of old and new. I don't burp, unless I'm at home. I don't use napkins. If I'm eating by myself, I use only a fork. If I have company, I set the table just like my mom taught me.
But it's only yesterday that I realized I DON'T have to get a glass out every time I want a drink of juice or milk.
Oh yeah--Chess had an epiphany, people!
She can drink straight outta the jug, baby!
And no background in etiquette is gonna stop me now!!
PS. Please vote for me at Blogger Idol!!
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
(Surprise time!) GUESS WHO...
just made the Top 12 in Blogger Idol???
Me, that's who!!
I got my chance to be the wildcard contestant, and now I'm officially in the competition. However, I am up against a slew of mommy/daddy bloggers and while being the odd one out might be an advantage, it might also be a disadvantage. I want to stay in the competition just to prove that a young, single, non-mom, dorky chica can keep up with these people!
So that is why I really, REALLY need your help, dear groupies. I need you to vote for me. I'm BEGGING you to vote for me.
Here's your really easy Five-Minute checklist that you can cross off while you're goofing off on your computer at work, or distracting yourself from school work, or taking a break from stalking someone's Facebook profile:
- Go to the Blogger Idol Homepage
- Click on my name in the "Week 4 Voting Begins Now" post
- Read my entry
- Click on the voting button at the top of the page (right below the banner)
- Select my name on the poll and click vote!
- This is very IMPORTANT: Spread the word to ALL your friends!!
I need as many votes as possible before 11:59 pm CST on Thursday, so I hope you'll help me out.
Thanks friends!
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
No this isn't THE surprise, but...
it's still surprising. I woke up yesterday, and was bored with what I saw in the mirror, so....
Before:
During:
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| Bye-bye, seven inches of hair off the back! |
After:
I think I lost five pounds.
Monday, July 18, 2011
No, I haven't seen HP yet.
I'm delaying the end of my childhood, thank you very much.
I did dress up though for a Death Eater photoshoot.
But I have a big surprise for you in a couple days, and I'll need your help. Promise you'll help.
I did dress up though for a Death Eater photoshoot.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Monday, July 11, 2011
When's the last time I WROTE, anyway?
You're probably on FaceTube, yeah? Or is it YouBook? Nah, these days, if you're hip and happenin', like I am (hah!), it's probably Twitoogle+.
You probably have a list or two--or is it circles?--of friends. You probably edit them every now and then. You know... divide the high school homies from the college ones... your besties from your acquaintances... purge a few you don't talk to...
Put people you can't delete juuuust yet onto a list that is blocked from seeing when you're online. That way you can talk to the cute boy without the annoying one possibly popping up and ruining your concentration. Not that I know anything about that. It's not like I have a list labeled "Nope" on my FB chat. No. This is all very hypothetical. (But if I were to have a list like that, rest assured there would only be two people on it.)
Oh dear. I hope I'm not on someone's "Nope" list.
I wish you could edit friends in real life. I would make all my dudes about 5'10" to 6'0". That way, when I hugged them, my face wouldn't be smashed against the bases of their ribcages. I would tweak it so they would happily go dancing with me once a month. I'd edit my roommate so she'd have more of a sweet tooth--then I wouldn't be forced to eat all the treats I make (kidding, Kate).
I'd erase the cellphones out of my married friends' hands, because what is the point of hanging out when all they do is text their husbands? I'd delete that ocean, or the multiple states, or the miles of asphalt and yellow paint that prevents me from seeing them when my heart is so homesick for them. I'd smudge out the bad memories and misunderstandings. Photoshop some second chances and retouch the good intentions.
It makes you wonder, doesn't it?
You probably have a list or two--or is it circles?--of friends. You probably edit them every now and then. You know... divide the high school homies from the college ones... your besties from your acquaintances... purge a few you don't talk to...
Put people you can't delete juuuust yet onto a list that is blocked from seeing when you're online. That way you can talk to the cute boy without the annoying one possibly popping up and ruining your concentration. Not that I know anything about that. It's not like I have a list labeled "Nope" on my FB chat. No. This is all very hypothetical. (But if I were to have a list like that, rest assured there would only be two people on it.)
Oh dear. I hope I'm not on someone's "Nope" list.
I wish you could edit friends in real life. I would make all my dudes about 5'10" to 6'0". That way, when I hugged them, my face wouldn't be smashed against the bases of their ribcages. I would tweak it so they would happily go dancing with me once a month. I'd edit my roommate so she'd have more of a sweet tooth--then I wouldn't be forced to eat all the treats I make (kidding, Kate).
I'd erase the cellphones out of my married friends' hands, because what is the point of hanging out when all they do is text their husbands? I'd delete that ocean, or the multiple states, or the miles of asphalt and yellow paint that prevents me from seeing them when my heart is so homesick for them. I'd smudge out the bad memories and misunderstandings. Photoshop some second chances and retouch the good intentions.
It makes you wonder, doesn't it?
If the people looking at you are silently begging you to be the friend they need?
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Happy Birthday, Kate!!
It's my roommate's birthday today!! Unfortunately, she is working on her MBA this summer, so she currently has classes from 8:00 am to 5:30 pm. She usually wants to die by 10:00 am. Also, she has a test tomorrow, so she gets to study all evening. Sadface.
She asked for lots of links to blogs posts that will be fun for her to read, so maybe you could help me out? Leave a "Happy birthday!" for her and a couple links to your favorite posts in the comments section and you'll help her get through the day!
She asked for lots of links to blogs posts that will be fun for her to read, so maybe you could help me out? Leave a "Happy birthday!" for her and a couple links to your favorite posts in the comments section and you'll help her get through the day!
Happy birthday, Kate!
Things to read:
- Love and Sugar and How to Impress a Boy with Baking by Joy the Baker.
- Lindsay Lohan Hot Mess Cake on Bittersweet.
- Anything on The Dalai Llama.
- Captain Planet, He's Our Hero and Preserves on Maeven.
- By Popular Demand on Paper Badge.
Leave Kate something fun to read!!
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
It's All Downhill from Here...
The other day, Kate was downloading "nice, clean music" for her friend's twelve-year-old daughter.
Kate and I were running some of our beloved tunes by her and this is what we got:
Kate and I were running some of our beloved tunes by her and this is what we got:
"Who's Britney Spears?"
"Oh yeah, I think I've heard of the Backstreet Boys! Wait...no."
"*NSYNC?"
You should've seen our shoulders sag in utter dejection.
We know we're really old now.
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