I suppose few people other than polka lovers know that June is National Accordion Month. Even though I’m more into bluegrass than polka music, I’d like to share this little ditty with you.00074302
Archive for June, 2010
I love grilled food so much that I decided I’d see if I could come up with something for each letter of the alphabet.
Drummettes (also chicken)
Jalapenos (in salsa)
Okra and Tomatoes
As you can see I had trouble with I, U, and X. What’s your favorite grilled food?
Okay, maybe it’s just me, but I’m kind of offended that Kotex thinks that putting tampons and pads in a black container and having the tampon and sanitary pad wrappers in bright colors is going to make me and other teens and tweens want to buy their products. I have no doubt that it works with some people, but it’s irritating. Here’s why. The new Kotex U packaging says what matters in this world is the packaging rather than the product. The outside is more important than the inside—not exactly what parents and teachers have been drilling into our heads since preschool.
For the record, I think the Kotex U sarcastic commercials are funny. But again, isn’t that more of the packaging? The company is saying if you want to be cool you’ll use our product. By the way, the wrappers end up in the trash. I’d be more impressed with biodegradable wrappers than neon colors.
Some neighborhood pools don’t have diving wells these days. But ours does. Yay, me! On this hot, lazy Sunday, I thought I’d share my favorite things to do in the diving well besides playing Sharks and Minnows.
The Classic Dive. A dive (with no fancy somersaults) is of the few things in life I can do without embarrassing my older sister. The smaller the splash—the greater the finesse.
The Cannonball. Big splash equals big applause. Remember to close your nose, though. Few things are more painful than a ton o’ chlorinated water flooding your sinuses.
The Jackknife. My dad taught me this. Hold one bent leg against your chest, point the other leg downward. It looks pretty, but the splash is meh.
Bellyflops didn’t make my cut. As someone with hypersensitive skin, the last thing I want to do is hit the water flat at a high rate of speed.
What do you like to do at the pool?
2. Distressed Daisy Dukes. There is a reason duke rhyme with puke. I don’t want to see your bu-thigh (part of your body where your butt meets the back of your thigh).
3. Rompers. To go to the bathroom, you have to take off your whole outfit because it’s all connected. It’s like being in a one-piece bathing suit and having to go to the bathroom, only you’re dry.
What summer fashion trends could you do without?
Or not. I pick not iced, for coffee that is. I believe the first cup of joe for the day should be hot, summer or not. I also believe that my mom and gradma shouldn’t worry so much about my coffee consumption. I usually have to sneak it. But that’s just my weird household.
One more reason I prefer coffee hot is that I read online the other day that those frozen coffee drinks are chock full’o calories.
How about you? Do you take your coffee hot and black or iced and sugared?
Okay, so my mother likes to wear message t-shirts. She thinks it’s funny. My sisters and I think it makes her a candidate for TLC’s What Not to Wear. Here’s the newest one. No, that’s not my mom modeling it. Age that girl twenty years, add twenty pounds and curly brown hair, subtract the cute shades and you’ll have an idea of what my mom looks like.
My mom, who is always nice to our neighbors, which isn’t really a problem most of the time, offered our newest neighbors our babysitting skills. In my case, it’s not a skill by any measure of the word. The neighbors who have a seven-year-old and a baby took her up on it, and yours truly had to do it. Yeah, I drew the short straw. In case you’re wondering, a seven-year-old boy CAN play the copy game with you for two hours straight, even when you repeatedly tell him to quit. Thank goodness the baby napped.
Thank God it’s Friday because, for those of you who don’t know, tonight’s the night for Say YES to the Dress. I LOVE this show. And even though my dad says there’s no way, and my older sister Audrey rolls her eyes at me, I vow to buy my wedding dress some day at Kleinfeld’s. My younger sister Claire has sworn to go with me in about ten or fifteen years. Yay, me!
From watching the show, I’ve learned a thing or two about shopping for the perfect wedding dress.
1. Be honest with the salesperson about what you’re willing to spend, what you like, and if you’ve tried on other dresses—especially if you liked something at another store and are comparing everything to that other dress. It’s totally rude to waste their time. Hello, retail salespeople work on commission!
2. If the person helping you wants you to try on something different than what you pictured in your head, give it a whirl. That dress might just be THE DRESS.
3. Don’t bring a huge entourage or anyone who has the potential to deflate your good mood.
What style wedding dress do you picture yourself in?