Day 25 -- Lookee, lookee at me!

10 things I've done or said that I'm proud of

I, first off, would like to apologize for this ridonkulous "Me" fest that the 31 days of random-blog-post-prompt-generator-ness seems to have turned into. I guess I could figure out a way to turn all these "me, myself, and I" prompts into something more worldly. Instead, I will shun all thoughts of world peace or curing cancer or human rights or whatnot and continue to say, "Hey world, it's really all about me. I'm so awesome. I'm too sexy for this blog..."

I'm proud of:
1. Being a bleeding-heart liberal
2. Being a parent (I waver between proud and terrified)
3. Supporting the March of Dimes
4. My former journalism career
5. My marriage -- I think we work hard at it
6. My ability to make sushi and gourmet pizza
7. The annual holiday family newsletter
8. Purposefully doing something fun for myself every day
9. Blogging (not so sure about the last 24 days or so)
10. Teaching myself to knit socks

Comments

Holy Separated-At-Birth, Batman!

Gary Oldman...meet Uncle Knit-Knots from Imagination Movers.

Hair

This has become the age-old question...Why do men hate short hair on women? I've been thinking about this a lot because my current style, an angled bob, requires a bunch of fussing every morning to get it to do anything. My favorite haircut of all time, as far as ease of care, was my pixie cut. I loved that I could wash it, gel it, and be done. No blow drying or flattening or curling. Just gel and go. Very sporty. I thought it looked cute. My husband has another opinion. The longer the better is his motto. Thing is, my hair becomes an unruly, tangled, nappy mop when it gets long. If I had all the time in the world and Jennifer Aniston's budget, I'd be more than happy to grow it long and have others style it every day. In real life, I guess I'd rather go for comfort and convenience. And if you ask me, I think the pixie is dang cute. I suspect heterosexual men aren't hot on short hair, in general, because it's too much like their own hair. No matter how much jewel

Ho, Ho, Ho, How Many Times Can I Use "I'm too busy" as an Excuse?

I haven't had time to write. Work, swim meet volunteering, holiday decorating and shopping. But truthfully, I've not been in much of a mood to write anything anyway. Last night we put up the tree and Santa chachkies, and I drank my first egg nog of the season, so perhaps I'll be in a cheerier mood. Also, I have spent some time writing the annual Schoon holiday newsletter. If you happen to get a copy, treat it like a drinking game. Every time I make you roll your eyes, take a drink. Nog, wassail, Everclear. Whatever gets you through. One sure way to assist with merriment motivation is listening to Christmas carols. I'm not going to get into a debate over what truly constitutes a carol. You can "Jesus is the reason for the season" yourself until you turn blue; I generally lean toward the secular end of the holiday tune spectrum. And if you just gasped at my use of holiday instead of Christmas, go suck on a candy cane. It's my blog and my opinions. Deal.

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