Sorry, Guys!

Been out of town since Friday. I promise to post great photos soon!

Let Me Address the Fanny Pack

Brooke posted a question in the comments section of the last post, and I feel the need to answer her in an actual post for fear that everyone won't see my thoughts on this subject.

Fanny packs are NEVER EVER a good choice, designer or not. A spade's a spade, so let's call it.

Remember the skinny jeans? They only looked good on, like, 12 people. But fanny packs? Have you ever seen them look "good" on anyone? I think not.

My suggestion: a backpack. It's a more appropriate choice. And it holds more. If you're just toting around money, and you worry about someone unzipping you from behind and running away with all your cash, then get one of those little money things that straps on under your clothes. Now, will you look silly trying to get out your money in public? Sure. But I still think the fanny pack is worse.

Let's get real. Very few women actually need the pooch that a fanny pack adds.

Just for You, Bo

Hey, Bo. I'm sorry to hear you didn't think my blog was very good because there are no pictures. I don't have any cute babies or children living at my house like your Aunt Katie. But, here are a few pictures I do have. I hope you like them.

Clockwise from top, left: me with my cousin Jessica; me with Sean; my sister, Laurie, with my brother, Zach; me with my cousin Caitlyn; and me with my brother.

I'm wearing the same shirt in most of them because we took these one night at the beach.

Yes, I'm a Loser

I know, I know. I'm disappointed in myself too. It's crunch time, people. I am so busy at work, and in addition to my regular job, I have four stories due next week; a hair appointment; a meeting for some volunteer stuff; work to do for the volunteer stuff; I'm leaving for more than a week on Friday; and I'm trying to get ready for a big holiday show, so I'm making ornaments like crazy. Once I leave for California on Friday, I won't have time to make any more before the show the next Thursday.

And now, a five-year-old has criticized my blog. I mean, if I can't please a kid, what hope is there? Yes, Bo, lately my blog has been a rip-off. Sigh.

It's going to get better. I promise.

Fashion Police

Y'all. I really almost rolled right off the treadmill when I saw this last night.

I was trying to get in a short workout before my class at the Y, just walking along, listening to a little Kenny Chesney on my iPod, when this tiny man caught my eye.

By "tiny," I mean he wasn't anywhere near 5 feet tall.

He was wearing a little black shirt that had been cut off above the waist. And some short hot pink shorts. I mean Nair commercial we-wear-short-shorts short. Seriously, he looked like Richard Simmons's kid, only much older, and without the hair.

This man was fo' real about his fitness. His waist was cinched real tight with one of those exercise belts. And, bless his heart, he stayed in the Mystic Tan booth one session too many.

I think the Y is gonna have to start enforcing a dress code because there are just too many folks out there with no home training. Remember the elementary school rule that stated that the hem of your skirt/shorts had to be below your fingertips? That doesn't seem so lame anymore.

FYI

I bought Berry Burst Cheerios at Super Target Tuesday night. $3.19. Take that, Publix. Now, is this a huge difference from $4? No, not really. But $.81 is $.81. Back in third grade, that would've bought lunch with six pennies to spare.

The Cleaning Lady is Packin' Heat

We have a fairly new lady on the cleaning staff at work. She empties the trash cans every night, and she starts pretty early (a little before 5) so I am usually at work when she comes by. She's very nice and friendly.

Tonight when she came down the hallway, however, she was loudly chatting on her Bluetooth about some strange men that she had seen around her home. And then I hear her say this.

"I got protection, and it ain't where I can't get to it. I got a license to carry it. Don't be messin' with me. I've been having one since I worked at the service station."

Ummmm...the cleaning lady has a gun.

I think she thought the place was empty, but a couple of my coworkers heard her too. We're gonna develop a little neighborhood watch. I mean, this lady seems really nice, but if she's packin' heat, I don't want to tick her off. She sounded serious on the phone. I think she was embarrassed that we heard her, but I got the message.

Besides, I'd have no way to defend myself. I've only shot a gun once, an itty-bitty Colt .45, and I didn't like it. Guns scare me. And now the cleaning lady scares me too.

Disclaimer: This story is actually more amusing than scary. I do not think guns are funny. But the thought of this little old lady (who, as our intern said, looks a lot like Harriet from "Family Matters") trying to shoot some sketchy men loitering outside her house is quite a mental image.

Pretty Cool

I was watching Private Practice the other night, and one of the actresses was totally carrying the same purse I have! I feel so stylish right now. I can't take full credit, though, because my sister actually found this purse and bought it. Then she decided it was too big and heavy. Now it's mine. I love nothing more than a huge bag to tote around all my stuff. It's heavy, yes, but I make some serious sacrifices for fashion. I switch arms, too, because I'm pretty sure I get a good workout carrying this purse.

A Few Thoughts

I haven't really been giving my opinions about much lately, and because that is the name of the blog, I figured I should. And also I don't have much else to blog about right now. Here goes. (And, yeah, some of these are more random musings than opinions. Deal.)

1. I continue to see grown men at the Y in biker shorts and t-shirts. I think this is wrong. Please stop it.
2. LSU deserved to win last night. Because I hate Florida. I wore a purple shirt yesterday.
3. It's really dumb that the weather in October is the same as the weather in August. It makes me grumpy.
4. I bought some leggings to wear this fall but I really am not sure I should bust them out. Ever.
5. I think that show "Rules of Engagement" is pretty funny. I am getting tired of Grey's Anatomy.
6. The new "improved" version of Blueberry Morning is not tasty. Post has messed up my favorite cereal.
7. I've started eating Berry Burst Cheerios instead. They are delicious. I only buy them at Wal-Mart, though, because Publix is charging $4, and this is too much to pay for cereal.

Reunited...and It Feels So Good

Well, praise the Lord Jesus. Britney has called in her mama for support. I think we can all agree that this is a good thing. Brit's a nut, and that girl needs a serious talking-to. And nobody can do that like mama can. People is reporting that she "really needed her mom." Duh. We've all been knowin' this for months.

Confession

I'm going to admit something. I totally still have a Christmas tree up. That's right. Yeah, you think it's ridiculous but, I swear, seems like I put it up just yesterday.

This isn't a live tree. It's not in my living room or anything. Last year I got a little (snicker) behind putting up decorations. I go overboard at Christmastime (stop snorting, I know I'm predictable) so the clean-up is a real chore. I was out of room to store stuff, it was cold and dreary outside, and, to be honest, I really just didn't feel like undoing the elaborate tree in my bedroom. So it's still there.

I kept meaning to put it away, but I just never did. And you know what? I'm not taking it down now either. It's October--only about six weeks before I'd drag it all out again. What a waste of energy. And it's decorated in lime green and black, the same colors as the bedroom, so it's not too Christmasy. Except for the whole "Christmas tree" part. Oh, and the glittery silver tree ornaments. Besides, I haven't plugged it in since December 2006. I mean, please. I'm not a total freak.

Tripped Up

Okay. This is rather embarrassing. On the way home from Athens Sunday, I stopped at a QT for some gas. After I got the pump going, I stepped over the hose and put my debit card back inside the car. For some reason I was going to look at something on the back of my car, and as I went to step over the hose again, I got tangled in it somehow. I don't know what happened, but I couldn't seem to get both feet over the hose. I did the less-than-graceful almost-fall, bent at the waist with arms midair, then I kind of skipped with the caught leg high up in the air behind me. You know exactly what I'm talking about. Then I looked around to see who caught my move. Some dude totally saw me. I briefly made eye contact, then crouched down and pretended to be really interested in tightening the "G" plug on my trailer hitch.

This was a low point. Total humiliation.

Too Cute!

Okay, I know this isn't a normal post, but how cute is this gown and diaper bag my sister monogrammed? We're going to a baby shower Friday night. The baby's name is going to be Hill, which is a family name, and I really like it.

I bought a hot pink shirt at Target Sunday, and I'm going to have Laurie monogram it for me. I'm trying to decide if I want a three-letter black monogram or just an "S" with circles around it, probably in turquoise to match a necklace I already have. Feel free to post your vote. Do not feel free to make fun of me for my addiction.

Excellent Weekend

Except for the sun beating down on my back, which left a burn in the shape of the keyhole cutout on my shirt, Saturday was a great football day.

Back to the burn. After the game we went out for pizza, and later we ended up at the Athens mall. Still wearing my game-day clothes and tattoo, I was minding my own business, looking around at The Gap. And then the sales associates, while laughing, point to me and say to my sister, "That's a funny looking burn on her back."

Actually, I don't know what they said. My sister just turned to me while we were trying on jeans and said, "Those girls are laughing at your sunburn."

Hmph. There will be NO photos of the burn. See previous post for a look at the haircut.

Look Who I Had Lunch With

On Friday Julia and I met Katie and Luke for lunch. It's too bad Luke isn't old enough to try one of Little Professor's delicious cheeseburgers just yet, but I think he had fun anyway. That's what I gathered from all the drool on his shirt.

Disclaimer: The orange shirt is in honor of fall approaching. The color in no way endorses any SEC team. I'm all red and black on the inside.