Even Better than the Flight

Airport travel just keeps getting better. I remember when we had to remember the actual paper plane ticket in order to get on the flight, in addition to a passport/ID. Now, with e-tickets and self check in, I just have to bring a major credit card and I.D. If I didn't check in any bags (ha ha), I could print out a boarding pass from home and go directly to the gate.

As far as stricter security measures, I have recently discovered the wonderful world of TSA approved locks. Plus, modern security procedures make taking off the bling and my shoes easy and quick. Restricting the gates to passengers only isn't actually a bad thing either because the extra time I save before I get to the gate allows more time to do my favorite airport activities (much more fun done alone):

• Walk around and spend money that I didn't need to spend
• Walk around and not spend money that I really do want to spend
• Sit in the waiting area and do some unintentional eavesdropping

I'm Dreaming of a.....

...bright, sunny Christmas.

Crazy? Not for me. I spent my earliest Christmases in Canada and Colorado where Christmases were white. I can't say that I miss it. I love a Christmas like today's in Houston, TX. I woke up to the sunlight streaming into the guest room where I was sleeping. We spent time outside without coats and boots and took pictures in the backyard with the neighbor's palm trees in the backdrop.

Picture perfect...

Happy Holidays!!

Every Girl Should....

I have a list of these things, but my latest one is this:

Every girl should get asked out by her high school crush 11 years later.

Especially if her high school crush was smart, cute, played football and violin and was always dating his perfect cheerleader girlfriend who was also smart, cute and played the violin (and was so genuinely nice that you couldn't hate her).

Sober Drunk

Recently, after a company holiday party, my female coworker was teased (until she started feeling a little insecure about it) for having a little too much wine. In my opinion, she acted no crazier than I did and I wasn't drinking. She helped me in a performance of Devil Goes Down to Georgia and afterwards, I tried to get everyone else to join in as I sang and danced like a rock star. She was the only one who followed my lead and we had a great time. But nobody was giving me a hard time. So I finally asked why everyone was making such a big deal about her and if anyone really thought she was acting any crazier than I was. The answer is apparently that everyone expects me to act like that. Sober. Hmmmmm.... Does that mean that I should be embarassed more often? I'd like to think that I'm just relaxed and uninhibited enough to have a good time and not feel I have to apologize for it and blame it on the alcohol afterward. I'm going to go with that answer.

My Old Friend

I miss running. I started running during my freshman year in college and it was the ultimate outlet for stress and negativity and a time to sort through my ideas. Plus, it made me feel good and discover for myself that "runner's high" is not a myth. Eventually, my knees gave in and I haven't really run since a 5K in 2002. Last week, it was below freezing and to keep warm when I had to go out into the warehouse at work, I decided to run laps around the 32,000 ft plus warehouse. It was sort of a joke at first and I got the expected giggles from the warehouse staff, but I didn't expect the nostalgia. Don't get me wrong, I love my workouts at the gym, but there's just something about running that can't compare. So I ran until I warmed up and until my knees reminded me of why I stopped.

It was a nice visit with an old friend.

Battle Scars of the Violinist

I haven't really played the violin for extensive periods of time for several years until last week. I put together a performance for a party last Saturday and spent 2-3 hours a night (nothing compared to what I used to put in), trying to get back in shape. Being away from that life for so long, I'd forgotten what pride I'd taken in the callouses on my finger tips and the "hickey" on my neck. They were literally a physical manifestation of my dedication to my art. Before anyone starts being impressed, I must say that I do NOT feel this way anymore. I prayed that my fingers would stay callous free as I cringed through the pain and every night, I stared at the ugly red mark on my neck in despair. Could this possibly be the same girl from years ago who loved her battle scars?

But when Saturday night rolled around, I realized that one thing remains the same. I still looooove to perform! Misshapen fingertips and ugly red marks be damned.

Shout out to Boston

To my former high school orchestra stand partner.. Thanks for checking out my blog! I promise I will let you know if I ever get taken over by a force greater than both Oprah Winfrey and my rock hard fear of committment and that ring is really what you think it is. Your welcome for saving your butt from ever having to do the concertmaster solos in concert. (Just call me Downbeat) But seriously, I admire everything you accomplished and have become since then. You deserve it. Happy first anniversary!

Everyone should have such successful friends from high school.

London Trip, Friday 10/7--Portobello Road Market in Notting Hill

Aaaah... European Cheeses....

London Trip, Friday 10/7--Notting Hill

London Trip, Friday 10/7--Cheyne Walk in Chelsea

London Trip, Friday 10/7--High Society London

What we really wanted to see was some ordinary houses with ordinary people living ordinary lives. But since that's hard to find on your own, we decided to go to the only place we knew of to easily find any houses at all... Chelsea. Not exactly the ordinary... We went on to another fashionable location, Notting Hill, to see the Portobello Road Market. A nice pampered way to spend my last full day in London.

• Sophia Kinsella British Fiction Moments: We started out our Chelsea tour on King's Road, which is another great fashion district where I had all kinds of Confessions of a Shopaholic moments, spotting Karen Millen, Jigsaw and Hobbs.
• Nannies, Maids, and Luxury Cars.. Chenye Walk is a section of Chelsea that has older, expensive houses, some of which were inhabited by well known writers and artists like George Elliot. We didn't see many actual residents, but we did see evidence of their lifestyle....nannies pushing carriages and maids (some in the black and white uniform) sweeping porches. The houses were beautiful, but the whole maids in uniform thing really makes me cringe. Isn't it 2005? I saw the first car dealership I'd seen in London on Cheyne Walk, and it was, of course, Mercedez-Benz.
• A new cheese.... On the way back to the Sloane Square Tube station, we stopped by an even bigger Marks and Spencer and walked down every aisle to see what Londoners buy at the grocery. I finally saw clotted cream (not something I wanted to try) and a massive selection of cheese (I wanted to try them all.) Since I couldn't try them all, I got a Wensleydale cheese and carmelized carrot chutney sandwhich for lunch. Delicious. It was then that I decided that I could definitely do just a cheese tour all across Europe.
• You never know what you can find at a market... ?? For me, that would be absolutely nothing. I appreciate most shopping, but flea-type market shopping tends to give me a headache. Portobello Road in Notting Hill is filled with stalls and stalls of everything. I liked the little cheese store. Yummm. But less than halfway through, I was done. I haven't yet learned the magic of discovering treasures in a flea market. What's the secret?
• Marian Keyes British Fiction Moment: I'd just recently finished reading Marian Keyes' Lucy Sullivan is Getting Married. Lucy lives on Ladbroke Grove which I discovered was just minutes away from where we were in Portobello Road. Plus it had a tube station that was on a line and in a zone that I'd never been. Something new! Yes, this kind of thing excites me. It was definitely different, riding the tube with considerably less tourists around.
• Eating-NOT-on-the-go... It is not a myth that America is a go-go-go culture. Eating is no exception. Since I'm a very slooooow eater who likes to savor every bite, eating in Euope sat well with me. It does take some getting used to, however, especially when your server doesn't bring the check for a looong time and after he does bring it, there's not hurry to take care of it. In America, it may be considred bad service. In London, it's consideration. Meals are to be enjoyed at a leisurely pace.
• New British Foods: Fennel which I'm very embarassed to admit that I can't remember anything about, except that I liked it. We also stopped by a Pret a Manger on the way home which is a popular sandwhich/snack/coffee eatery in London.

London Trip, Thursday 10/6--The walk along the River Thames in South Bank

London Trip, Thursday 10/6--Anchor Pub

I never actually got to eat (or drink) at this well-known British pub.

London Trip, Thursday 10/6--So Much Art, So Little Time

The sore throat I woke up to this morning did not dampen my spirits. We headed back to Southbank and the Tate Modern. While I did get to finish seeing the Tate Modern, I sadly noted that I wouldn't be able to see all that Southbank has to offer, including the Shakespeare Globe Theater, the Design Museum and many more smaller art galleries. I had to settle for photos.

• Drama at the Laundromat... We went to the laundromat this morning and I was shocked to find out that the laundromat owner had never used cold water to do her laundry. She looked at me like I was crazy when I mentioned doing my colors in cold water. At the laundromat, I also caught up on some celebrity gossip in the British pop magazines and heard on the radio about Katie Holmes' pregnancy. I don't know what was more jarring..the news about Katie Holmes or the look the laundromat lady gave me.
• Geek at the Tate Modern... I was the geek. I knew it was my last chance to spend at the museum and I still had so many floors left to see. I ran up the flights of stairs, skipped lunch and, well, yes, I was taking notes again. The other day, I was talking about how great it was that the gallery is so accessible, but today I saw a possible downside... teenagers. Groups of them. I had to keep reminding myself that I too was a teenager. I used to run around with my friends with loud enthusiasm and make sarcastic comments. So despite my natural urge to give them all the withering look of an older, more sophisticated but still trendy adult (it works..they will shut up), I decided that it comes with the territory and kept my withering looks to myself.
• New Foods I tried: Egg and Watercress sandwich (British thing), ravioli made with filo dough and cheese at The Real Greek, a restaurant that seems to be rapidly growing in popularity there. It was definitely the best Greek food I've ever had whether it was authentic or not.

London Trip, Wednesday 10/5--Brighton Beach

London Trip, Wednesday 10/5--The Lanes in Brighton

Handmade fudge and candy!! I was too full to try the fudge, but I did get some of the Brighton Rock Candy---bubble gum flavor. I must have been the oldest person to whom the shopkeeper ever sold that flavor.

London Trip, Wednesday 10/5--British Gourmet Potato Chips

Please see the post below for my potato chip flavor observation...

London Trip, Wednesday 10/5--Out of London and to the beach!

As much as I've rhapsodized about big city adrenaline, I do also looooooooove a beach. We ventured out to Brighton Beach today, an hour train ride from London Bridge Station and a lovely vacation spot. To quote one of their promotional leaflets, "Brighton has developed a charming mix of old world character, wacky modernism, sleek sophistication and bohemian abandon." All true, I must say.

• A mini-San Francisco... On the way down to the pier and the beach, there are twisting, hilly lanes and pastel colored narrow buildings that reminded us a lot of San Francisco. These streets made up what is called North Laine and The Lanes. North Laine had all kinds of independently owned retailers (some great boutiques!) and The Lanes is famous for its antique stores. I'm not much into antiques, but I was way into the fudge and handmade candy shop!
• People who think it's summertime when it's 60 degrees... The water on the beach was very clear, but very cold. It's true that when I lived in New York, my body was more tolerant of cold, but I still don't know if I would have laid around on a pebbly beach in shorts and with my feet in the cold water at 60 degrees farenheit. But that's just me.
• Finally, my fish and chips moment... After the disappointing fish and chips on Saturday, I was determined to get the real thing on the pier (Palace Pier). Along with all the little food shops, the amusement park and the free chairs for tourists to unfold and sit on to enjoy the ocean view, the pier had a fish and chips restaurant, which, of course, bragged as having the very best fish and chips. We decided to give it a shot and I was pleased to be able to have not just the malt vinegar, but also the lemon flavored vinegar with my fish and chips. Someone mentioned to me that just seeing me eat something deep fried is a kodak moment in itself... Let's just say that what happens in London stays in London.
• Potato chip flavors are like dialect accents...specific to the region... When I lived in Canada, I remember shopping at Marks and Spencer. I was reintroduced at the Brighton Train Station. I love gourmet food markets and got a little carried away wanting to get pictures of all the different and surprising flavo(u)rs of potato chips. Some examples: Honey Roast Wiltshire Ham, Roast Beef and Onion, Sweet Thai Chili and Coriander, Oriental Spring Onion and Roquefort and Smokey Bacon.
• Foodie Panic... As you might guess, trying regional foods and flavors when I travel is really important to me. Today, I realized that I had only a few days left. This is why I bought rhubarb and custard flavored candy, flapjacks (sort of like a very soft, granola bar) and Leicester Red Cheese flavored chips to sample. For dinner, I had Pizza Fiorentina, which might not be originally British, but is very popular there. It sounds weird, but is really good. It's pizza with red sauce, cheese, spinach and a free range egg on top. The egg is broken and baked right on top of the pizza. (I later remembered that the girl in Confessions of a Shopaholic loved this pizza too.) Mmmmmmm..

London Trip, Tuesday 10/4--Tate Modern

The Tate Modern, I feel sure, was created just for me. :-) 20th century paintings, sculptures, installation, multi-media, and performance art.... I love it!

London Trip, Tuesday 10/4 --Oxo Tower

London Trip, Tuesday 10/4--Gabriel's Wharf

London Trip, Tuesday 10/4--Art for the masses, south of the river

As a performing arts major, I was involved in the growing movement to bringing "fine" arts to the mainstream, starting with kids. I'm not so into the fine art scene now (by choice), but I still believe that appreciation of such arts are not exclusive to "artsy types" or wealthy people. But even I'll admit that when I go to any kind of artistic event today, sometimes I want to laugh because people act so serious and stuffy. There are many other cultures around the world, including the European culture that prove that fine art doesn't have to be that way, and today, I was reminded of that again. We spent the day on the Southbank (south side of the Thames River), stopping in at Oxo Tower, Gabriel's Wharf, and the place I'd been waiting to visit since day one...The Tate Modern (art gallery).

• Art to buy... Before heading to the Tate, we explored 2 little shopping areas along Southbank. The bottom floors of Oxo Tower were filled with small shops with modern style prints and crafts. Right up my alley. Gabriel's Wharf had more traditional style shops.
• Art to see... Actually, in my case, it was art to inhale and absorb. Unlike the National Gallery, I stopped at every work, read every description, took notes and I still felt rushed. I only covered half of the floors on this day. I knew I'd need one more visit and I still wouldn't have time to see the visiting Frida Kahlo exhibit.
• Art for everyone... I love that the admission to the Tate and the National Gallery is free. I love that the Tate is so casual and accessible...that there were so many children with their classes or with their families, enjoying the art as easily as they would enjoy the state fair. It's easy to understand why fine arts are so integrated into mainstream culture here. Yet it doesn't diminish their love of pop culture. Thank goodness.

London Trip, Monday 10/3--Hyde Park

London's other, more feathery residents...

London Trip, Monday 10/3-- Chocolate at Harrod's

MMMMmmmmmmmmmm...

London Trip, Monday 10/3--Harrod's

There it is, the lighter building, on the left. Food? Furniture? Dolce & Gabbana? A treadmill? If you need it, they've got it. And more.

London Trip, Monday 10/3--I've stepped into another world....and another..and another..

Shopping!! bebe me girl loves to shop! Harrod's did not disappoint. Afterwards, to give our brains a break, we spent some time in Hyde Park and then finally made it to Hoxton Square in the evening.

• COCKFOSTERS!! Just for fun, I thought I'd throw in the name of my very favorite Tube station name. I never actually made it there since it was the very last stop on the Picadilly Line, probably way out in Zone 6 or something, but I loved to see the name and giggle. Can't take the girl out of a woman.
• If the mountain doesn't come to Muhammed... You know what my favorite store is, but still, I've always been a little sad that H & M hasn't made it to Dallas. That's ok, I'll just go to London then.
• I can't imagine the payroll at Harrod's. How many people do they have to employ in a seven floor department store? Enough to man the luxury washrooms on each floor, keep the fresh seafood in Food Hall poised under the glass cases as if they are posing for a photo session, work the 27 restaurants, pubs and coffee houses, not to mention the usual retail positions in each store within the store. Every store had different music to suit the merchandise and walking into every store felt like walking into another world. My favorite parts were the chocolate and candy counters and the second floor which consisted of haute couture, evening wear and the lots of boutiques..my favorite being the Jasmine DiMilo boutique. I liked the contemporary furniture stores, but I must say that I like cantoni in Dallas even better. I wonder... did Princess Diana had access to all the merchandise when she was dating Dodi? What a lovely thought...
• Am I still in London? We stepped out of the hustle and bustle for a walk through Hyde Park to enjoy the green grass and trees, the duck pond, and the boats.. Apparently, there are riders and horses somewhere, but we missed them.
• Tube Thoughts... I'm not too fond of having personal conversations while riding the Tube since everyone can hear you, so I did a lot of thinking on the Tube. We experienced our first rush evening rush hour on the tube. Not too bad as long as everyone uses soap. I started thinking... I'm only claustrophobic around people I know. I can be smushed between strangers on every side and feel a little physically uncomfortable, but not emotionally panicked. But there have been times when I've been surrounded by 5 or 6 family members, I feel a desperate need to break away and breathe. Is this weird? My next thougth was this: I'm a little directionally impaired, but I always say that if you just get me to any major freeway in Dallas, I can find my way home. So it was with the Tube. Get to any Tube station and anybody can find their way.
• Speaking of directions... I'm all for finding out how to do things by myself if I can, but when it comes to directions, I just ask. It saves a lot of time and hunger pangs. I don't know if it's the proverbial difference between a man and a woman, but it took us an hour to get to a restaurant that was about a 2 minute walk from our hotel because one of my companions (male) did not want to ask. Oh well, at least we burned some extra calories.
• New British Terminology: aubergine = eggplant
• New British Foods: Double Gloucester Cheese (again, it reminded me of cheddar)

London Trip, Sunday 10/2--Low Key London

Sunday was low key. We took another opportunity to see more of Soho/West End and spent time relaxing at the hotel.

• What is your food buffet personality? Today was the first day that our complimentary hotel breakfast fit into our schedule. My food buffet personality is to try a tiny, little bit of everything interesting. I end up with a really crazy looking plate of various 1/2 bites. (I'm sure that someone can read psychologically into this, but whatever). So this morning, I dove into the British culture and tried a bite of the following: Red Leciester Cheese (tastes kind of like Cheddar), black currant jelly, orange marmalade and something I'd never seen before called Marmit. I'll be honest. Marmit, to me, tastes like really, really salty, creamy soy sauce spread. In other words, bleccccccchh.

• A fireman is a fireman is a fireman. The fire alarm went off in our hotel and we all traipsed down many flights of stairs to the back of the building. Fortunately, it turned out to be nothing, but the ladies will be pleased to know that British firemen in uniform are just as hot as Amerian firemen in uniform.

London Trip, Saturday 10/1 -- History and Royal Culture Palooza

In order to experience the historic traditions of London, we signed up for a day tour, visiting the Tower of London, Buckingham Palace, and Westminster Abbey. We finished the day with a cruise on the River Thames and a ride in a glass capsule on the London Eye, the highest observation wheel in the world, apparently.

• Pay phones? Try pay toilets. It was our first experience with paying to use the public toilets. I'm still not sure if it's to make money, to keep out undesirables or to keep the toilets nice-n-pretty. Not unlike a pedestrian tollway...
• Niles Crane is actually a tour guide for Premium Tours. An older, British version that is. I swear, the proper, TV character from Frasier was modeled after our tour guide, James. He even has the same head to body proportion. Weird.
• Give me rhinestones any day. I love anything shiny and glittery...basically, I like bling. Except for crown jewel bling, apparently. Crown jewels and ornate, solid gold punch bowls in the context of royal posessions to be revered made me a little sick. In fact, I was not impressed or awed, but identifed more closely with the people who revolted against monarchy. The rooms of clunky, showy armor didn't help. Nor did the stories of beheading and physical torture.
• "The Star" would have had a field day. Everyone likes a good celebrity female cat fight, right? The women of the royal families did not disappoint. ReeeOW. Sending your cousin (who came to you for refuge because she got kicked out of her country of which she was queen) to prison so that you will be the only queen around... that's harsh. And that's just one example.
• I don't remember ordering the Long John Silver special of the day. The tour pamphlet (leaflet) promised a river cruise with the "best" fish and chips in London. I love salt and vinegar and couldn't wait to try the real deal. I'm quite certain that the real thing is not foil-wrapped fish and chips, transported in boxes from Chinatown. And I know the real deal doesn't include tartar sauce and ketchup. Not a drop of vinegar in sight.
• A change in perspective... London really does look different from above. I loved the London Eye. It' s like a big ferris wheel on the River Thames, but the seats are giant, glass capsules and you can see from every angle as the wheel rotates.
• "Women's Bridge" I have to say that along with the London Eye, the highlight of the day for me was learning about the Waterloo Bridge, known as the "Women's Bridge." It was built entirely by women during war time. Girl Power is all over the world!
• British Terminology:

Leaflet = brochure

London Trip, Friday 9/30--National Gallery

National Gallery at Trafalgar Square

London Trip, Sat 10/1 - Women's Point of Interest #2

Henry VIII's Armor... Yes, I know what all the ladies are looking at... I know I was.

London Trip, Sat. 10/1--Women's Point of Interest #1

The Waterloo "Women's" Bridge ...

Built 100% by Women during war time

London Trip, Friday 9/30 -- Bohemian and Artsy London

At the top of my "Must Do List" for this trip was to check out the Soho/West End area. We started out at Trafalgar Square and the National Gallery and then headed over to Leicester Square, Picadilly Circus, Chinatown and Soho...

• Why do I love Underground Trains so much? Every city has a different name for it. In London, it's called the Tube. I'm sure that if I had to take it every day and experience more of the delays and sardine-packed, rush hour madness, I might lose some of my fascination. But I just love being able to just hop on and off the train and get somewhere so quickly.... You can probably figure out that I'm not a long, cross-country, road trip kind of girl..
• Art Beyond the Textbook... First stop. Trafalgar Square which is home of none other than the National Gallery. No longer am I spitting it out as a location on an art exam, I am actually here. Tingles up and down my spine. In consideration of my less enthusiastic companions and because I was only in London for 10 days, I opted to hit only the highlights of each wing in the Gallery, which was actually ok with me since my real love is 20th century art.
• Share some more of that Bohemian flavor, please...On to Leicester Square, Soho, The West End and Chinatown to soak up one of the most colorful, hip parts of London. Lots of shops, restaurants and clubs... including, of course, adult entertainment clubs and shops (straight and gay).

Chinatown in all its bustling lights and glory!!

• American Franchise? No Thank you. As we passed all the Burger Kings and Pizza Huts today, I couldn't help but think back to my first visit to the UK as a teenager. I was disappointed and impatient with my fellow adolescent companions because here we we were in Scotland, and by day 2, all they wanted to do was to find a Burger King. Then they complained that the burgers and fries just weren't the same as they were in America. Sigh...
• British Fiction Moment: Though I was armed with an electrical adapter, I did not have the right voltage transformer for my hair straightener. Live without it? Oh no. I took the opportunity to go to Boots (drugstore) and purchase a Nicky Clarke hair straightener. (store and brand from Confessions of a Shopaholic)

London Trip, Thursday 9/29 -- Hello London!!

• Does it really pay to be prepared? When it comes to packing, I've always been more of a happy-go-lucky, throw it all together at the last minute kind of a girl. This time I was highly organized and was almost all packed, 4 days in advance. I'd like to say that it made things much more relaxed and stress-free, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. Every night, I'd compare the same list and contents of my bags all over again. I was constantly wondering if I forgot something until the night before I left.
• I think I know what it feels like to be a baby. Either a baby or a pig in a pen, that is... It's been a long time since I've flown a flight that isn't domestic or within the N. American continent. I'm so used to having just the small bag of pretzels, somewhere in the middle of the flight. I took an overnight flight into Gatwick so I tried to spend as much of the nine hours sleeping. But with the two meals, a snack and several beverages services, it was just a constant cycle of sleeping and eating. In London, we tried to stay up for the rest of the day, but eventually succumbed to taking a nap from lunch until dinner. Oink, oink.

A good cab driver is the best tour guide. You get a sense of the real life behind the tourist scene. Cabs in London are so cute (see picture below) and most of the drivers we saw were retired men.

• London living is not for the super claustrophobic. Our hotel (above) was clean and accomadating, but very, very small. It's not in the most posh area, but it is next to Hoxton Square, a hip and funky area where lots of young people congregate in the newly refurbished pubs and restaurants.

• British Terminology:

Toilets = Restrooms

Lifts = Elevators

Having visited the UK before and having read all those British novels, I thought I knew a lot of the terminology, but every day, I still learned more...

I just flew in from London this afternoon and am trying to stay up until a little later so I can get back adjusted to Texas time. It's 7pm here and 1 am in London so forgive me if I'm a little loopy. Originally, I thought that there would be an internet connection included in the hotel room rates and I'd really have time to write about my trip everyday, but it didn't quite work out. But I did write all my thoughts on paper so that I can transfer them over... So my next several postings will be a little different from my usual and will be about my trip. Don't worry, it will not be a laboriously detailed "what I did today" account. At least I don't think it will be.

Anyway, London was "just brilliant", as the Londoners might say. In addition to my natural travel high, I love any chance to feel the pulsating vibe of an ultra-urban city. Every time I first step into it, I'm swept away with that familiar rush and then I question why I always choose my suburban lifestyle.

An ideal visit to any new city for me consists of as much local flavour (might as well keep the spellings authentically British) as possible and I think we did a pretty good job. Sure, I spent a day doing the whole "Royal London" thing, but I can't say that it was my favo(u)rite part. In fact, I read a lot of modern, British fiction (Sophia Kinsella, Marian Keyes, etc.) and couldn't wait to discover all of the ordinary, day-to-day things I read about. In my daily installments, I'll be making note some of that.

But without fail, after a week or so, I remember why I am a Dallas girl. I love my car and my driveway and frankly... my space. In this case, even as sad as I was to leave, I couldn't stop smiling as the plane landed with the sunny, open skies above.

Stay tuned...

Icky Flashback

Today I actually did a little basic stitching which was surprisingly successful, considering that I couldn't really remember the proper way to tie the knots with needle and thread. I don't even know if that was the proper terminology. Anyway, it reminded me of another man from my past. We'll call him John. We went out once, maybe twice. during my first month of college. He was not bad looking and an excellent violinist. The relationship didn't go anywhere, but we remained friends. Several months later, we were having lunch together in the Dining Center and he asked me if I knew how to sew on buttons. Then he proceeded to ask me if he would sew on some of his shirt buttons that had fallen off for him. Ew, ew, ew.

Later on that year, he went on and on in praise about some girl who found his laundry in a dryer that she wanted to use, so she took out his clothes and folded them for him. Ew, ew, EW!

I have never regretted not dating him extensively.

I like to take this day—any day—and go to town with it.
--James Dickey

I know it's just another one of my "live life to the fullest" type quotes, but I just love the"go to town with it."

Abstract Concept Stores

I've shopped in boutiques for so long that I am at a bewildered loss when I try to shop at a department store. There's no problem as long as I'm looking for cosmetics, handbags, or shoes. But trying to find some sort of clothing is another tale. Since when are departments called Individuality or Sophistication or other similarly abstract concepts? Truthfully, I'm all for creativity. I don't mind the crazy color names (Passionate Plum, anyone?) or the ever changing PC renaming of everything. But really, what if I want a raincoat that is both sophisticated and representative of my individuality?

Thankful for the Ordinary

In the aftermath of Hurricane Rita, my family feels very fortunate that my parents' house escaped any damage.

My mother commented on how interesting it was for her to talk to me and my brother in California about our lives which were carrying on as normal, while she and my dad were preparing for the storm.

No one should live in a bubble, completely unaware of the hardships in the world, but there is something to be said about enjoying the ordinary.

It's not the women....

I am currently part of a sales team that usually has a lot of fun together. A few of us have been together for many years. In the past year or so, our staff has nearly doubled in size and our sales numbers have followed accordingly. It's great, but it's interesting to observe the slight change in dynamics. The sense of easy cooperation is shifting and the competition, albeit friendly, is thick in the air. We have some very talented sales reps with very different styles and very strong personalities which inevitably leads to some misunderstanding. Add in a Bulldog (that was an actual nickname that we gave her) of an A/R girl and emotions are running high... Rumor has it that two of the guys (both over 6 ft tall and NOT small) were cat fighting today.....

ReeeOW.

Inside the Party

Parties, especially one where I get to meet a lot of new people give me such a rush. I went to a really fun party last night, sponsored by one of our clients. It was at the Frisco Baseball Stadium in the Founders Club Dining Room which is a really great venue that I never knew about. There wasn't a game so they had a slideshow of photos from a digital camera showing their employees and some of the guests down on the field, not on the jumbotron (sp?), but where the sponsors names are shown in front of the bleachers. (I don't know what you call it). The first thing I asked the hosts, of course, was why my picture wasn't up there. They promised next time. Maybe they can get the jumbotron next time...

The party had all the typical elements of attending a social event alone as a single, outgoing girl. I prefer to attend parties and social events alone. Generally, I have more fun when I am free to mingle without a date. Of course this comes with the usual guest reactions.:

The Straightforwards
These guests are usually well-intentioned men. Last night, the main host said to my boss, "I kept asking her if she was going to bring someone and she just kept telling me no." To which I honestly replied, "I don't like bringing people to parties." Another man came up and just asked me flat out, "So since you're here alone, does that mean you don't have another half?" Again, I honestly replied, "I'm a whole." I don't really mind people asking me these questions, but I find it puzzling that my being alone there so deeply bothers them. "But you're so pretty and outgoing..." Uh, and that means whaaat?

Married Matchmakers
I never really know if they just feel the need to match all singles in their life together or if they just really like me. Most of the time, the best response is a polite "no, thank you." Last night, I was having a really great time with them and they seemed to really like talking about this fantastic man they had in mind for me, so I just kept veering the conversation to other topics.

Territorial Women
Lastly, are the girls who are there with their significant others and treat me like a potential man-stealer. Here is what I have to say about them: puh-leeeeeeeeeze.

I can handle the starightforwards and the married matchmaker. And thankfully, for every territorial woman, there are at least 2 other women who are with their signifcant others, but cool with me. Nothing can ruin a great party for this girl!!

Amen Sister!

Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you’ll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
--Mary Schmich

Reason #1 to Choose Your Confidantes Wisely...very wisely

Three may keep a secret if two of them are dead.
--Benjamin Franklin

Maybe, just maybe...

...my dad was (is) right in his assertion that anybody can learn to do anything if he/she really has a desire and willingness to try. As optimistic as I am, I always took this with a grain of salt because, come on... I learned soon enough in my short life that some of these "anythings" remain beyond my grasp.... time after time.

However, I suprised myself when I purchased Tivo about 4 months ago. Just the thought of figuring out how to hook up the tv, Tivo, Cable, telephone, etc. was already making me hyperventilate. As I took my Tivo out of its box with all its cables, I told myself to calm down and take deep breaths.... Surprise! I was able to hook it up to all my equipment in one try. So this past weekend, I bought what they call a "Master Video Switching Center." My TV is at least 20 years old (bless her little heart) and only has one output (input?) thingie in the back so new device was the only way I'd be able to hook up my DVD player and my Tivo to the TV at the same time. And guess what? Yup, I'm now happily able to switch between my DVD and TV once again.

Father knows best!

What? Rain?

My ticket to London is now officially purchased and I plan to spend lots of the long weekend coming up, poring over my new book/travel guide, Top 10 London.

I guess I have to get a raincoat. I haven't worn a raincoat in at least 5 years. I'm so lost...

Looking to Help?

A coworker of mine plans to spend the weekend collecting clothes, toiletries, every day items, etc. to take to the Fairmont Hotel in downtown Dallas which is helping to house victims of Katrina. She told me that they have set up one of their meeting rooms with donated clothes. They are sorting them and hanging them up. If there's one thing I have to give, it's extra clothes. I came home for lunch and spent about 15 minutes bagging clothes to give.

My mom who lives in the Houston area went grocery shopping and found out that you can buy groceries and designate them to be given to help the victims. She didn't have to deliver them herself either. The store takes care of it.

Just a couple of small, practical ways to help...

True Valuables

There is no wealth but life
--John Ruskin

Normally, I would love this quote because I love to really live to the fullest. But right now, it makes me think of Hurricane Katrina and how this quote takes on an entirely different meaning to her victims.

Living life to the fullest without so many of your material belongings...a sobering thought. To me, it's a reminder that resilience and hope are far more valuable.

Sartorial Experiment

10 minutes to get out the door, my bed is piled with clothes.

Outfit after outfit, but I'm just not feeling any of them.

And I haven't even started with acessories or shoes.

A familiar morning dilemma.

Tonight, I decided to figure it all out before I go to bed so that I can just slip it on in the morning. I've always avoided that because I have to create the ensemble based on how I feel that morning. But I'm really trying to be more punctual in the morning.

We'll see how this goes....

Nawlins

I fell in love with New Orleans when I was in high school. Armed with my mother's (longtime New Orleans fan) lavish descriptions of the French Quarter, the one-of-a-kind cusine and cajun culture, I was not disappointed with my first trip to the city with so much soul and flavor. I went with my high school orchestra. Unfortunately, we were forbidden to set foot on or near Bourbon Street. Of courseI did.... how could I go all the way there and not? Not only was I just as enamored with everything my mom told me about, but I fell even more in love with jazz. I loved jazz, but hearing jazz where jazz was born..... Life changing.

When I returned as an adult, I had a completely different, but equally scintillating experience. Thankfully, I could spend as much time as I wanted on Bourbon Street and I still say that the finest music and musicians I have ever witnessed happens on about one or two blocks of New Orleans after dark. Unbelievable.

Every city has its own personality, but New Orleans is truly one of a kind in its architecture, culture and spirit of life. You feel it as soon as you're there. It's so much more than just Mardis Gras.

It's hard to believe what's happening to it now. Unspeakable tragedy. But even if some of the appearances change, I believe that the soul of the city will never be destroyed. The people and music will go on.

You may find this 20-something in an unlikely section of your local bookstore

Growing up, my mother always made me check out one non-fiction read per library trip. Which roughly translated into one non-fiction book per 15 fiction books. She wanted me to "learn something." I don't regret that, but it took me years to convince her that fiction taught me more about human nature than anything else could have.

I don't read novels nearly as much as I did when I was younger, but I still love children and young adult fiction. I've been especially into the young adult fiction recently, maybe because I remember being a teenager and the delicious first taste of independent thought and self discovery.

I'm not sure what I like better... a novel that makes me say, "How did she get into my head and my life?" or one that makes me say, "Oooooh...so that's what it's like to be someone like that..." I just read one that fits the latter description.... Sarah Dessen's Dreamland (young adult). Trying to summarize it in this short blog post would trivialize the delicate complexity of the subject matter, so I won't. Sometimes you read something that means more because of things in your life at the moment. Maybe that's why I haven't been able to stop thinking about this book since I finished it last weekend.

Everyone should read teen fiction.

Happiness Anonymous

People like to assume that "happily ever after" is the same for me as it is for them. First of all, "happily ever after" is an ever evolving concept and second of all, I happen to be very happy right now. I am not and never have been waiting for anything to happen to make me happy. I expect to be happy whether my future unfolds conventionally or not. I'm not saying it's for everyone and people can believe it or not, but that's the truth and it makes me happy. :-)

Friendship is a Choice

When I was in elementary school, I had a friend, let's call her Gina, who caused a lot of stress in my life. When things were good, I liked her a lot and we had a great time. But when she was ultra-competitive, posessive and jealous, or saying, "Well, my mom says..," I would get a stomachache and lose sleep. I was the girl who was nice to everyone and I hadn't learned yet how to set my personal limits in a friendship.

One summer, after some time away from her, I finally resolved to tell her that I couldn't hang out with her anymore. Interestingly enough, the next time she called, it was to tell me that she would be attending a different school the next year. She was sad, but I was relieved. While I didn't have the opportunity to actually initiate the "break up" myself, after that, I never had any problems knowing when to distance myself from even a well-intentioned friend and I never thought twice about doing it.

I really think that is why I've always been blessed with wonderful, positive friends who inspire me and lift me up, not bring unecessary drama to my life. It's 5% luck and 95% choice.

I have wonderful friends!

bebe Me's Celebrity Lists

Three Most Beautiful Females

• Faith Hill
• Michelle Pfeiffer
• Jessica Simpson

Two Most De-LISH Men

• Jason Lewis (in Sex and the City. I saw some Hugo Boss model shots...not quite as de-lish)
• Josh Lucas (in Sweet Home Alabama)

Celebrities I'd Most Want to Meet

• Amy Brenneman because she's exceptionally smart and interesting and I can't get enough of Judging Amy
• Ellen Degeneres because, well, who doesn't want to meet her? She loves to dance, she loves pop culture, she loves animal rescue and she's not mean spirited.

Celebrites I Was Born To Be

• Britney Spears, of course! (only when she's on stage performing...let's make that very clear)
• Any of the Dixie Chicks (again...on stage)

Fun Facts About a Couple of the Men in my Past

Within the last 3 months, I've found out the latest on 2 men I used to date:

• WLSH lost his job and his company and almost lost his wife, house and all of his possessions as a result of a nasty cocaine habit.
• NM is a recent law school graduate.

Nobody can tell me I only date one type of man.

*Initials are not their real initials, but are quite possibly representative of my "affectionate" ephitets*

As a girl who values freedom in every sense of the word, perhaps above anything else, may I never forget...

Responsibility is the price of freedom.

--Elbert Hubbard

It was an Accident...I promise

I don't like to think of myself as and elitist in anything; but ok, I'm a bit of a food snob. Being a food snob, I feel comfortable in "upscale" places; that is that I know how to act, what to do, etc. However, that does not mean that some of these places can make me feel a little repressed. Let me explain. I'm referring to the restaurants that are so quiet that you can hear a pin drop. Everything from the quaint decor to the servers' perfectly proper manners seem, well, uptight to me. Something about it makes me want to bring in some dancing music and get up on the table..especially in the early evening when the few patrons are usually a little older and more proper. I would never do that, but inevitably, I will accidentally do something to cause a minor spectacle.

A couple of years ago, I was at such a restaurant and I dropped all of my flatware on the floor at the same time. CLANG!!

Last week, I found myself in another very quiet, proper restaurant week. This time, we were sitting right next to the window and my purse came crashing down into the mini-blinds.

No, these incidents do not embarass me (I sincerely hope they don't embarrass my dining companion), but rather, brings a much needed balance to the much too proper setting. At least in my head.

bebe Me!

Morgan Spurlock says, "Supersize Me!" I say, "bebe me." I almost exclusively wardrobe myself in one brand of clothing. I'd like to thank my wonderful friends at bebe for letting me, once again, model at the fall premier. I love my new purchases and I will, of course, be back soon!

If you haven't been shopping for fall clothes yet, check out the luxuriously textured jackets and shrugs, the sheer and/or shimmering feminine tops and the dramatic and layered jewelry (gun metal is my new favorite jewelry color). Any store is good, but you know where my heart is....

http://bebe.com

Telltale Signs That You are Sick....and boringly responsible

• You don't attend a party that you've been looking forward to, guaranteed to be fun and hosted by one of your very favorite people on Friday night.
• You cancel a salon appointment on Saturday morning even though it is very possible that you will not be able to get another appointment in for a while.
• You literally spend all day Saturday, in your bedroom, sleeping.
• You don't attend a bachelorette party that you've been looking forward to for almost a year on Saturday night and you LOVE bachelorette parties (and the bachelorette).
• You spend half the day Sunday sleeping.
• You realize that you've spent an entire weekend that was supposed to be fun at home sleeping, feeling lousy, and disappointing firends, but you're relieved that you won't have to miss any days of work.

Ok, I'm not that boring. I'm just responsible enough to realize that my upcoming travels to London and Mexico do not give me a lot of room for extra vacation days. You have to pick your fun sometimes I guess.

It's been a disappointing weekend.

All in a Morning's Drama

It's amazing how much can happen before 8 am.

I can be annoyingly perky in the earliest hours of the day, but this morning, I was already scowling by the time I got to the office at 8. I sort out a lot of my thoughts and ideas during my morning workout (which is why I'm not big on workout buddies...but that's a whole other topic) and I spent this morning ruminating about an unpleasant situation from the past weekend. Already in a disheartened state of mind, I then got on the scale at the gym. Big mistake. So as I'm getting ready for work, I can't stop thinking about either one of these mood wreckers. A little while later, I got honked at on the way to work because I had the audacity to stop at a stop sign. As soon as I got to work, the first thing everyone wanted to know was about the weekend... Sigh.

Fortunately for me, the day turned completely around and my optimism returned. But it got me thinking about many a past dramatic morning. In college, I showed up to my 8:30 a.m. Music Theory class, slumped into my chair and announced flatly, "I hate men." I'll never forget a friend's incredulous reply, "It's only 8:30!" But yes, I'd already had a full on fight and was exhausted. I also had a fight with a cricket one morning (this is more dramatic if you know the extent of my fear of crickets). My bathroom flooding... ah, yet another lovely morning. Or the time that I found a dying baby mouse in my kitchen, 2 minutes after I got out of bed.

Thank goodness for the good drama mornings. The morning phone call reporting the birth of my first nephew. Blissful mornings with a new man. Christmas mornings. Birthday mornings.

But most of the time, I'm hoping that the next morning will be a nice, ordinary morning.....

Venom

I cannot pretend to like a toxic man. Even if someone I care about is in love with him.

Thank you to my Mother

• For allowing me to change my mind and not apologize for it.
• For supporting and indulging my fantasies of a future career in all of the following: architecture, art, performance, and motherhood. And I don't mean just pick one. It was going to be all of those things at the same time. This was all before the age of 8. (I added writing later)
• For teaching me how to live independently, both emotionally and physically. This includes making me honor every teenage monetary debt I had to my older, more responsible brother.
• For teaching me how I should be respected by a man and how to respect a man (in that order).
• For insisting on good nutrition and fitness habits.
• For not accepting a grumpy pout or frown when she woke me up in the morning.
• For rearing me in a household where women and men were different, but equal.

All she needed to know, she learned in high school...

Jessica Simpson may have fooled some Americans, but some of us fellow N. TX girls recognize her smart girl's M.O. for attention, which in her case, reaps fame and fortune. I heard that Reese Witherspoon recently expressed disgust at Jessica's airhead antics for attention. I sat through many a high school "honors'' class, watching smart girls act dumb because they thought it was cute and it would get attention from the boys. I think we all have some natural ditziness that actually makes us all the more endearing and approachable. But the exaggerated and obviously contrived ditziness has never been my style. Back then, I would roll my eyes and say, "puh-LEEEZ," but I never truly recognized its marketing value.

Who knew?

Shout out to my fave Florida Girl (and it's not J Lo)

A photo tribute to the famous, beach-hopping loooong weekend with one of my now happily married friend in Florida! Thank you for checking out my blog. And even more thanks for your unconditional friendship....

I miss you!

---From your former bar top dancing buddy

Manipulative Minds

Yesterday, I was involved in a meeting between sales reps to try to work out a few issues caused by, uh, conflicting sales styles. At one point, I threw all tact and diplomacy aside and decided to just get to the heart of the matter. So I said, "Look John*, you're trying to manipulate me and Mary. Just don't do it." And he actually seemed surprised that I'd caught on to it.

He's got some cajones trying to manipulate a couple of girls. That's what we do, sir.

*not their real names

Once upon a compound meter....

I was (am?) a very, very classically trained violinist. I am now a patron of pop culture and am almost completely removed from the classical music network. I guess you can take the girl out of the classical training, but you can't take the training out of the girl. For example, I'll be listening to Janet Jackson and think, "Man, I love that hemiola right there." Or I'll hear any kind of melodic line and automatically try every fingering and every position on my imaginary fingerboard until it's just right. (Ok, I realize that if you're not a violinist, that just sounds dirty) Or I'll admire the way Alicia Keyes just nails that descending minor sixth. (or is it diminished? Crap, this brings me to my next point).

Much more often, I realize how much I've forgotten. I played a gig a little while ago and it took me a week to remember that "2nd violin-I" means 2nd violin, first stand. I kept thinking, "I? What the heck is I?" This past year, the National Spelling Bee champion's winning word was appoggiatura (and I did have to look up that spelling). When I heard that, I immediately thought, "Oh, I know what that is!............or, wait....do I?" I did end up remembering, but I had to dig deep. But nothing is as funny as a couple of years ago, as I was going through some old school stuff and I found my Tonal Theory II keyboard audit book. I must have looked like Justin Timberlake watching the famous Britney-Madonna kiss as I stared down at my own handwriting on the page. I used to be a genius!!

Am I already breaking the rule just by considering it?

I know I shouldn't wear white to a wedding, but is this appropriate?
Sorry, the picture quality is terrible. I'm in a hurry. I need to get to the dry cleaners if I'm indeed going to wear this.

Please Step Back

I love the self checkout at the grocery store. I just love scanning. It was my favorite part of working retail. What I don't enjoy at the self checkout is the person behind me who feels compelled to stand right next to me while I'm trying to scan my purchases. I never have this problem in the regular checkout. Why does this person figure that this is acceptable behavior in the self checkout? It's not going to make things go faster and it's waaaaaaaaaaaaay in my personal space.

Hot in Hur

This week has been the kind of week that makes me a Proud Texan.

A little triple degree temperature isn't going to slow me down. I start every day with the fresh make up, styled tresses, fresh clothes...the whole Texas girl enchilada. I may end up with my hair up, a little melted make up and..well, the clothes definitely need a washing. But I survived the heat. I look around at all my fellow Texas girls and we still look hot. Paris Hilton's kind of hot.

And I'll do it again tomorrow.

Day Planner Fodder for the Eternal Optimist

Your living is determined not so much by what life brings you as by the attitude you bring to life; not so much by what happens to you as by the way your mind looks at what happens.
--Lewis L. Dunnington

My beloved Franklin Covey Day Planner gives me a quote every day. This one rings true for me.

Lotion Cocktail

This is my routine every morning when I get out of the shower:

First, I put on my Jergens shave minimizing lotion with soy protein. Next is the Coppertone Gradual Tan sunless tanner lotion. On some days, I follow that with Jergens Soft Shimmer lotion. Before I get dressed, I put on SPF 45 and then just before heading out the door, a spritz of perfume.

Every time it's time to restock one of the many lotions, I consider getting an additional lotion with alpha hydroxides or lactic acids. Or maybe some of the companion lotions to the perfumes I wear to layer under the actual perfume.

Just in time, I will stop myself and think, "Wait a minute. What am I thinking?" I'm certainly getting enough moisture. And let's face it, self tanners and SPF are not without their own fragrance...on top of the perfume...

I once read in a magazine about the need for a lotion which combines soy proteins, alpha hydroxides, SPF, and whatever else you could ever want. It is, evidently, scientifically impossible. Sigh....

Cardiolusional

Not only am I a gym rat, but I'm a certified cardio nut. Intensity intervals, uphill climbs, 3 different cardio machines in one workout... anything to get my heart rate up. I will push myself until the latest possible minute until I have to leave the gym in order to get to work. Truthfully, I do enjoy it. We cardio cross-trainers have our own version of runner's high. But I'm not going to lie...some of it is all about burning calories. But this week, I decided to cut my cardio sessions 15 minutes short and do more extensive stretching. I feel great after I stretch and I know that in the end, the stretching reduces risk of injury and enhances your cardio performance.

So why do I still feel cheated? I mean how many more calories could I really be burning in 15 lousy minutes? Have a I crossed a line into some kind of cardio addiction? Do they have support groups for this?

Die Hard 'Kea Fan

The front page of the Texas Living section in The Dallas Morning News today screams the following headline:

Me and my 'Kea

More than the Firsco woman who has been camped outside the new Ikea store since last Monday for the grand opening on Wednesday, this feature article is HUGE news to me. Why? Because there are actually a handful of other people in the metroplex who are as neurotic as I am and have been living in furniture bare spaces, just waiting for Ikea to open locally. I'm not the only one!!! The days of having the option of either driving to Houston or having to pay for delivery are over!! Ordinarily, I would not even consider trying to fight the madness of a grand opening with the publicity of this magnitude, but I am seriously considering it this time because,

oh my gosh, HELLO....

it's IKEA!!!

A step behind...

You know when you hear everyone talking about a celebrity and you read/see interviews with that person, so you feel like you know all about them until you realize that you've never actually seen that person in performance? But then you think, well, how could I not have ever really seen her/him and you convince yourself that you probably have seen that person, but it must not have made any impression on you so you probably aren't a big fan? Or is that just me? Anyway, until this past weekend, Vince Vaughn was one of those celebrities for me. I saw Wedding Crashers, mainly because Owen Wilson always cracks me up and I assumed that he would be the best part. But surprise, surprise.... Vince Vaughn stole the show as far as I'm concerned. He is HILARIOUS. Soooo, I may be a step behind the rest of the world, but now I want to know what other movies of his I may have missed......

Hello Kitty? Maybe Later

Cats have always intrigued me. Who couldn't love their eyes and natural grace? I identify with the cat temperemant and I like spending time with them. Recently, I seriously considered getting a cat. However.....

1. I am allergic to most cats.
2. I am not a girl who is easily committs...to anything.
3. I am a lot like a cat as far as affection goes. Sometimes I want it and sometimes I just want to be left alone. I do not want to be constantly cat fighting with a cat!

I consulted a friend of mine (I am ALWAYS consulting friends) who leads a similar lifestyle to mine, but has 2 cats. She assured me that there are ways to work with allergies (she has them too) and described how easily taking care of a cat fit into her life. Still, the thought of taking on the responsibility of another living being.... Huge, BIG.

Sooo, the next thing I did, of course, was to research on the internet. This is what I pulled up: http://cats.about.com/cs/catmanagement101/a/yournewcat.htm
The first sentence I read was, "Think seriously about this important step, which is much like entering into a marriage. " Panic mode, panic mode! I read on about not having furniture that is extremely important to you. Flashback to my months-long saga of finding the perfect, white leather sofa which, of course, I found at one of the most expensive furniture stores in Dallas. That was enough for me to arrive at a conclusion.

I have a soft spot for animals. I only cry at movies and books when the pet dies. I have donated money to the SPCA. A pet deserves the same kind of family and home that a child does. And that is why I would be a terrible cat owner at this point and time in my life.

to be or not to be......anonymous

I've spent the last couple of weeks deciding whether or not to create a blog. I LOVE to express myself and get input, but I can usually control the circumstances. I decide how much to share and I decide the "who, when and where." The thought of having so much information about myself out there for potentially anyone to read, anywhere and at any time, feels like an invasion of my closely guarded personal space. At the same time, anyone who knows me well, knows that I love attention and yes, I crave the spotlight. I'm always the first one to send my picture in to a TV show, I get entirely too excited about seeing my name printed anywhere in public, and any time I see, read, or hear an interview (celebrity or otherwise) in the media, I think, "That SO should be me." So what's the difference between posting pictures and personal info. on an obscure blog page and being interviewed on national television? I've never been interviewed on national television, but I would do THAT in a heartbeat.

I approached a friend of mine (an experienced blogger) with my dilemma and she suggested that I remain anonymous. While anonymity alleviates my fear of losing my personal space (thank you, friend), it also contradicts my love for the spotlight.So for now, I've not yet decided how anonymous I want to be (or not to be). Maybe I can figure out how to be like Sandra Bullock. Huge star with a private life which is just that. Obviously, I am not even close to being like Sandra Bullock...but you know what I mean.

Little known fact: The first part of the title of this post is the concept behind the name of the clothing line which is the inpsiration behind my blog title....