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DON'T EAT PAPER AROUND MOMMY

I got in big trouble last night for eating a paper towel that was in the garbage. Sheesh, it's not like mommy wanted that paper towel it was in the garbage.  I don't know why she was so mad.  She made me promise to be good for our car ride (car ride!!! woo hoo).  I really, really try to be a good girl but sometimes I can't help myself, I really like to eat paper products, its an acquired taste.

TRY TUMMY RUBS

My mommy says that not having to dread Sunday's and not having to go into the office today make her feel like she's floating on air.  I told her to try to get her tummy rubbed sometime, it sounds like the same feeling.

We are packing the car to go on our road trip tomorrow morning. I'm pretty excited, I like car rides except I'm not allowed to stick my head out the window because I jumped out once when I saw a squirrel.  I tried to explain to my mom that I am impervious to squirrel's but she said that I lost my privilege. It's still going to be fun though because it's a car ride.

GUEST BLOGGER::BELLA B.

My mommy is on vacation this week and asked if I could guest blog while she was gone.  I told her I couldn't promise anything because I like to nap a lot and I wasn't sure if I could work a post into my schedule.  I don't have a lot to say except that I hate when she pinches my cheeks like that.  Maybe when I wake up, I will come back with a post of my favorite things or something....

NICE

I haven't been to the beach all summer, a shame since my mum lives only 12 blocks away from the beach (granted they are looong blocks). I have visited her more than a few times this season but a beach day was not on our  agenda.

This photo was taken in Venice, CA last year?  Maybe the year before?  Suffice to say a while ago. It took me this long to finally edit it, I must be feeling motivated.  Maybe it's because I have a vacation coming up next week from work.  Just the sound of that makes my eyes water with joy.  We don't have big plans but sleeping in will be de riguer and getting in one maybe two beach days would be grand.  You? How will you be spending the last week of 'summer'?  I write that with quotes because in Southern California our summer has just begun...

//photo by moi//

I CAN'T BE THE ONLY ONE...

First, I want to preface that I know by admitting this, you may think of me in a different light.  I will join the ranks of George from of Mice and Men, Pooh and perhaps even Jessica Simpson.  I am okay with that, because what if there was one other person out there that didn't know?  Okay, here's my dumb confession--I didn't know my Iphone was an Ipod.  There, I got it out.  I know there's an Ipod icon right front and center but I was thinking, well, I wasn't thinking.  Let's not even go there. I am an idiot.  Ace had said for a while now that the Iphone was too much of a phone for me. "You don't even answer your phone", was one of his laments.  I am at work all the time, I don't have time to answer my phone and when I am not working at work, I am still working.  Okay, so maybe I didn't need this thing called an Iphone, but I wanted it very badly.  For the record I use it more for taking photo's, it has eliminated my need to carry another gadget in my handbag and that I can call home with my 'camera' is a bonus.  Now that I know I can listen to music and download books?!  Oh my.

The reason I ever figured out that my Iphone was an Ipod was that I decided to do the unthinkable on Monday--exercise (trust me I am as shocked as you are).  I asked Ace to borrow his Ipod and he casually mentioned that my phone was an Ipod.  Wha?!!!  I promptly set about downloading music from my Itunes library, was having trouble and decided to restore.  Eureka!  Music and podcasts the whole kit and kaboodle are now on my Iphone!  Guess what?  I lost ALL my apps.  How fun is that? Not.  Don't fret my pretties, I found this link that will save all those hard earned apps that you downloaded if you should do as I did. I am feeling smarter all ready.

SHABBY APPLE DRESS WINNER!

Okay, so I said I would choose the answer that pulled on my heart strings the most the thing is every answered moved me and I could only choose one so I just did the random number generator thing-a-ma-bob.  Please remind me of this situation the next time I say I will choose my own winner. Lucky Melissa of 'O my darling' blog is the winner (her being the lucky in 13) and I am pleased as punch that she is giving this to her cousin.  It makes me happy when people want to share the wealth and try to make others smile, I'm telling you a little generosity goes a long way. 

Thank you all for playing! Melissa please email me so I can get your info to the kind folks at Shabby Apple!

DRESS CODE STRICTLY ENFORCED

So it only took me a week to put this up but now here it is!  Shabby Apple emailed me after I got sent home from work a couple weeks ago to change my  dress (it was deemed too short ).  We started a yapping and I mentioned that maybe there may be other ladies out there in need of an office appropriate outfit.  They gave me a few choices to choose from and I had to email back and say, 'Um, thank you but no thank you.' I usually don't look a gift horse in the mouth but if I was going to give away an outfit that would be perfect for an interview or the office it couldn't be too tight, too short or too anything.  I chose these three above (although I did try to get you a gift certificate as a prize so you could choose your own dress but it seems my powers of persuasion are waning). I think the last one is the easiest one to make into multiple outfits--throw on a colorful cardi and skinny belt and you have two looks, add a large leather belt with studs and you have a sassy and sweet look. You can wear with high boots and a bomber jacket in fall and you have multiplied the wear of your dress yet again. Yes, the last dress (the Ingrid) would be the pragmatic choice for someone with a limited budget, closet space and limitless imagination.  

So, I am not picking randomly.  That's boring to me, I want to pick the person that needs the dress the most or knows of someone that could use a pretty frock.  Let me know why you (or someone you know) needs a new dress.  Is it an interview, a review, a reunion, a special event? Just let me know why and I will choose on Monday, August 9, 2010 the answer that pulled my heart strings the most or made me laugh or....Good luck!

P.S. If you are flush then head over to Shabby Apple now and get 10% off with this code: Leblahg10off

PROFESSIONAL DRESS CODE

This image was stolen from the bad postcards blog, such a fun site. Donovan (the genius behind the Letter Writers Alliance) told me about it (okay and 8 million others, but I can feel special right?) This postcard made me laugh since last week I was sent home to change because my dress was too short (for the record it wasn't AND I do happen to have long legs so it's a medical condition that things may appear shorter than they normally would). I wonder what this woman's boss thought of her outfit, "Yes, of course darling I will file your important papers, I can't read but I'll give it the old college try."

Lucky for you a very thoughtful company is going to give away one professional outfit to a reader so at least one of us will not have to show up to work dressed like Miss Kitten Heels above.  I will put up all the details on Friday!

LAW OF ATTRACTION

I had a nice long chat with Whitney from Whisker Graphics on Friday night, she knows as do a lot of people who read this Blahg that new agey/metaphysical type stuff is not my cup of tea.  Whitney suggested hesitantly that I read some law of attraction books  (because of my current situation) and take what resonated with me and leave the rest.  Sounds reasonable I thought. Then I thought 'this is where the new-agey people come in and take over my brain (or is that the cult folk?)' because I am so down right now I am looking at anything to shine a light on my situation.  I figured I would start doing small things like what little Jessica does with her Daily dance + affirmations in the mirror.  The only thing I don't think I will be able to utter with conviction is that "I like my hair', that's basically lying to myself but I shall try.

P.S. For the record Whitney is not new-agey or with a cult (that I know of). She's just one smart cookie.

P.P.S. Thank you Mrs. Lemons for the link to the video!

MISS B. IS A CRY BABY

So, it is Thursday, yup.  I heard on talk radio this a.m. that research shows that people are in bad moods more on Thursday than any other day of the week.  For me I usually get into a bad mood on Sunday evening and it stays that way until 6:01p.m. Friday, but that's just me.

Yesterday, my boss screamed at me in front of the entire staff for wearing a dress that was too short and that it was unprofessional. Seriously?  I am a very modest girl I will have you know and I can assure you that dress was the shortest I owned which only went above my knee. His former showroom manager on the other hand wore flip flops, low cut and see-thru blouses and his assistant wears converse and shorts to work but I my friends am unprofessional?  Did I mention that the only time I don't wear tights with my dresses is almost um, never?

I just found out Monday that the boss's new assistant who has been working here for 3 months is pregnant, congrats to her right?  She will be working a 4 hour work day which means that I have to take up the slack with my cut salary and bad attitude. Did any of the above make me cry? No, it should have, I am moved to tears easily around here.  No, I cried like I have never cried before (even worse than my 12th grade summer vacation when I found out that my dog Otis committed suicide and ran into on coming traffic, you know how I feel about animals).  Last night I cried so hard and non-stop for hours that at one point my legs got cramps in them and I thought I was going into paralysis.  I was so freaked out I started to cry some more.  I was crying because I found out that the job I wanted and was so perfectly suited for and the interview that I thought went great, well that job went to another person.  A journalist.  The job was for online Marketing/Branding Director for a cosmetics company not just a writer.  Who knows more about cosmetics than I do?  I am their audience + consumer. Have you ever met a beauty editor?  They never wear makeup, ever.  Seriously.  I have owned my own PR/Branding/Marketing firm and I am currently a Brand Director for a luxury company (luxury is so much harder than cosmetics). I know on line, I do, I created The Bright Side Project.  I write every day. I created my own fragrance, I am a graphic designer, I am the whole enchilada. I wasn't even asking for much salary wise because I knew if I got my foot in the door that they would know that I could create successful campaigns across the board for their other divisions.  I honestly have never felt so dejected in my entire life.  How could I have failed at getting this job that I was so perfectly suited for? And why is it in my complete and utter melt down that I feel the need for vengeance to work for their competition and eclipse their efforts at any on line outreach? Seriously. Is that where my head is going? The dark side?  All I want to do is an 'I'll show you' but really I think I just need to take a breath here. Maybe that job with the perfect sounding fit, 401k, 3 weeks paid vacation, room for extreme advancement, working with products that I use and love, well maybe it wasn't for me. As hard as that is to accept, maybe just maybe there is something better for me somewhere else?  For now though it really felt good to cry my eyeballs out (although now my contacts have stuck to my eyes like miniature suction cups) and it also felt really good to have an outlet to tell my story.  I may not have a new job but I do have the Blahg, right?