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October: Throw A Costume Party

October 29, 2012

When I was making up this year’s challenge list, I matched this goal with October for obvious reasons. Truthfully I think Halloween is crazy. It’s a weird combination of teenage girls dressed like prostitutes and five-year-olds dressed like goblins. I don’t like goblins (or girls dressed like prostitutes). I also don’t like haunted hayrides, horror movies, or scary ghosts either. I do love dressing up. I always have. Costume parties (even if it’s just you and a mirror) are the best.

October Goals

Throw an awesome costume party.

Wear something crazy.

October Fears

It will rain.

No one will want to dress up.

I was pretty worried there would be those (Austin) who would not want to dress up, but my fears were put to shame when everyone showed up full battle, especially Austin who surprised me by coming downstairs looking like this.

Ironically, Austin and I turned out to have the scariest costumes. I was a bridezilla and he was the creepiest creeper you ever saw.

My vision for the party was simple; friends, food, costumes, and dancing. We also had water pong (beer is sticky), best costume trophies, and plenty of brews.

It should be noted that I had a lot of help. My friends Mary Poppins and Steve Urkel were here all day hanging spider balloons, making witch fingers, and creating signs.

It was pretty great.

We ate, we drank, we danced.

We were scary and beautiful and relaxed.

I can’t wait to do it again next year.


I did it.

September 3, 2012

I waited until the last hour of the last day. Everyone said I was surprisingly calm. I didn’t cry, I didn’t scream, I didn’t even have any wine. I just sat there, shrugged my shoulders, and said, “take it off.”  I’ve been anticipating it since January and I was ready to have it over with already.

My cousin Kelly did the honors. She is a hair stylist and the only one I trust with my locks. She did a great job and I can honestly say I’m fine with it. In fact, I really like it. Sometimes I even love it.

When Waylon saw me, he stared for 30 seconds and then moved on. Austin did the same, with the obligatory, “It looks really great!”

It seems silly now that this is the month I was dreading the most. I made myself sick over how stupid or ugly or fatface I might look. Get a grip.

On the long night drive home from WVA, a few friends asked for a picture so I took one in the dark with the flash of my phone camera.

I looked like a drunk celebrity, which made me feel pretty rad (not the drunk part, the celebrity part) because it was like looking at a picture of someone else. Someone that might be a little cooler or a little hipper, someone who might not always wear yesterday’s laundry.

The point is it’s nice to feel different, to experience living in someone else’s body for a few minutes. My hair has been long for twenty seven years. TWENTY SEVEN. It was time.



August: Short Hair Experiment

August 15, 2012

I didn’t want to write this post.

I don’t want to do this month’s goal.

I don’t even really want to talk about it.

I considered backing out. I considered simply changing this month’s goal at the last minute and hoping no one would notice. I even made a mock up of a new schedule that had “get better at photography” for August like some sort of chump. But then I realized that if I don’t stretch myself, I can’t expect others to stretch. I also realized that it’s just hair and that I need to get over myself.

The thing is, I’ve always had long hair. I’ve always loved long hair. Long hair has always been my thing.

But having a thing gets old and so back in January when I made a bucket list for the year, I added having short hair on a whim, hoping I would finally do it.

I guess I have to.

August Goal

Experience short hair.

August Fears

I will look like a Kate Gosselin, pre tummy tuck..

Here’s to doing things you don’t want to do so that everyone doesn’t call you a big turd.

(Hair appointment pending.)

(Please bring wine.)


July: See Coldplay Live

July 5, 2012

At first glance, this item on my bucket list appears somewhat trivial. Seeing a popular band live is nothing to cry about (I’ve been crying about it) nor is it particularly earth shattering. In fact, some might call it selfish or even irresponsible since the tickets were expensive and we currently have no cash flow.

Furthermore, Coldplay is a big band. Enormous, really. Internationally acclaimed and a household name across the globe. What I’m getting at is that wanting to see Coldplay is not unique. Lots of people have been affected by their music and know their songs by heart.

I’ve actually never seen a big band live. All the concerts I’ve been to have cost 15 dollars and had me standing in line for hours so I could situate myself at the front of the stage to try and catch some of Ryan Adam’s sweat-drops.

I’m not complaining. Smaller bands equal smaller venues which means you can hear better, see more, and have a chance to meet the artist. I will never stop talking about kissing Glen Hansard, hugging Joshua Radin, or shaking the Wailin’ Jennys’ hands. I know it’s annoying. I’m already daydreaming about bumping into Chris Martin at a pub tonight before the show, even though I know it won’t happen.

This concert is going to be very different. There will be assigned seats and I’ll need my binoculars to see their faces. Instead of being one of a few hundred, I’ll be one of 20,000. And yet I find myself tearing up every time I talk about the concert.

You see, Coldplay and I have come a long way together. They were with me when I started college, when I fell in love. They came along to the Middle East and to Europe. They were with me through break-ups and engagements, long days and longer nights. They were with me on my wedding day.

Coldplay has been the soundtrack for my entire adult life, which is why the thought of seeing them live brings tears to my eyes. Every one of their songs represents a snapshot of time and a feeling of timelessness.

There is also something about their music that moves me to my very core. I know it sounds corny, but I bet most of you know what I’m talking about. Most of us, at one point or another, have felt that jolt through the body over a well placed lyric or power cord. Most of us have been moved by music.

I’m no music snob. I don’t care if it’s The New Directions, Josh Groban, or Bon Iver that moves you–the point is that it moves you to feel something deeper, better, stronger. The point is that music reminds us that we have lived and are still living. Coldplay does that for me mostly because we are such good friends, moving through time album by album. They have a great sound too, but I’m not here to sell you their CDs.

Really I’m just here to explain why I’m so excited about tonight and this month’s bucket list check-mark. These Brits make a rare appearance on the East Coast, so I’m counting my lucky stars I was with it enough to wait at the computer a few months ago and hit BUY the second they were on sale (local news reported the concert sold out in 30 seconds).

I’ve already warned Austin I might cry tonight. I know it’s ridiculous, but I don’t care. They are my Beatles.

Viva la Vida.

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Things I Missed When I Wasn’t On The Internet

June 5, 2012

While I was away, friends and also some loyal readers were kind enough to keep me in the Internet loop by texting me news updates, snail mailing me Twitter feeds, and sending me emails of Things I Missed to return to in June. For these kind acts, they all deserve a prize.

I’m regifting some to you here, because sharing is caring.

Articles Worth Reading

Bigfoot And Bread by The Shoofly Project

Putting a voice to the inner critic, to view its humor and to rob its power over your work..

“You will never writing anything interesting because you won’t remember how you did it before, 
not that it was good before anyway.
You will ultimately fail because you have no good ideas. 
Boring. Been done. Said before.
You will make the wrong choice.
You will only ever make bad baked beans and big mistakes.
You will never write with humor, only mediocre melancholy.
And you will always believe they are better than you.

Probably because they are. They can all make omelets after all.

Go Find A Little Store by Elizabeth from E Tells Tales

Why you should go find a little store in your town. “Go find a little store in your town. They’ve probably got their family name on the sign. There are probably only three people working inside, all related. They know things about your town–they’re the keepers, just like Mike and I do for Everett, these little stores do for towns.”

All Right Then, I’ll Go To Hell by Rachel Held Evans

A beautiful and moving comparison between Huckleberry Finn’s revelation about slaves and our understanding of scripture.

“A part of me agrees. I want to be faithful to the inspired words of the Bible, not bend them to fit my own desires and whims. Being a person of faith means trusting God’s revelation, even when the path it reveals is not comfortable.  

But another part of me worries that a religious culture that asks its followers to silence their conscience is just the kind of religious culture that produces $200 rewards for runaway slaves. The Bible has been “clear” before, after all—in support of a flat and stationary earth, in support of wiping out infidels, in support of  manifest destiny, in support of Indian removal, in support of anti-Semitism, in support of slavery, in support of “separate but equal,” in support of constitutional amendments banning interracial marriage. 

In hindsight, it all seems so foolish, such an obvious abuse of Scripture.”  

A Gay Christian’s Response To Pastor Charles Worley by the Thought Catalog 

“I had a way, I figured a way out, a way to get rid of all the lesbians and queers, but I couldn’t get it past the Congress,” the pastor continues. ““Build a great, big, large fence — 50 or 100 mile long — put all the lesbians in there. Fly over and drop some food. Do the same thing with the queers and the homosexuals, and have that fence electrified ‘til they can’t get out. Feed ‘em.  And you know what, in a few years, they’ll die out. Do you know why? They can’t reproduce.”

Weighing In On The Time Magazine Cover by Lady Lee In Process

My thoughts exactly. “That is not what breastfeeding looks like. Anyone who has ever breastfed or been around someone breastfeeding a baby child knows this. Everything about the photo looks like it was directly influenced by the person behind the camera…”

Mommy Wars: The Prequel
Ina May Gaskin and the Battle for at-Home Births

It’s long, so long. But if you find home births interesting, it’s a great read. This lady delivers breach babies…at home. Crazy. “It’s not that simple, of course, and it is unfortunate that the choices and the rhetoric around birth — like many of the choices and rhetoric around motherhood in general — are so polarized. It should be possible both to have a baby in a place that doesn’t have financial and legal incentives to medicalize a low-risk pregnancy and to still have immediate access to top-level care if it’s needed.

Laughs Worth Laughing

Downton Sixbey Part Two

Downton Abbey fan? You will die laughing at these parodies by Jimmy Fallon. If you haven’t watched Episode One, do. Thank me later.

Honest Toddler: The Blog & The Twitter Feed

The Twitter feed is priceless. I can’t read it while breastfeeding because I wake the baby up giggling.

Mommy’s putting on makeup for some impromptu Facebook photos. “We’re doing great, everyone!!!”

Mommy doesn’t make herself a plate. She just stands next to me like a hyena waiting for scraps.

Something about seeing the cat tremble in fear as I walk by makes me want to give him a big hug. I love this kitty cat.

Mama took kitty kitty away. No more hugs. She said cats need air and breathing. What is she a veterinarian? :(

Planted the sunglasses in the kitty litter. They still knew it was me.

Cries Worth Crying

I’m sure you’ve already seen it. I cried like a baby until the groom popped out. Then I laughed. Not exactly what I pictured…