Day 131: That Pillsbury doughboy really knows his stuff

I guess I have been really going for the past few weeks, because by Thursday the only thing getting me through the last two days of the work week was knowing that come Friday I could crash and not wake up for 48 hours, if I so chose.

I did end up sleeping off and on all of Saturday, giving into the exhaustion and my love of "How I Met Your Mother" DVDs. I did rise to eat breakfast and lunch, which consisted of eating an entire can of Pillsbury crescent rounds. I'm not proud of it, but it is in keeping with my all carb diet. At least I'm committed? Starting tomorrow I eat more healthy, really.

Day 130: Isn't it ironic?

This is probably only going to make sense to me, thus I pull out the "it's my blog and I can write what I want to."

(Most of the following originally written in an email to my friends. This doesn't matter. Just journalism school training kicking in, gotta cite my sources.)

After weeks of pondering, I wore something ironically. To be specific, a dress shirt, sweater vest, and Converse shoes, and I did so, ironically.

Come again?

A few weeks ago I read a slightly ridiculous article on polygamist wives' "fashion." It mentioned that something like the French braid wasn't likely to make a comeback, unless "a Brooklyn
hipster wore one ironically." Today, when I realized I had not brought a spare change of shoes, and looked like a cross between Juno and Annie Hall*, I decided I was dressed ironically. Finally.

I think to dress ironically is to wear something you know doesn't perfectly match or isn't in style, but to do so with confidence, panache, a tongue in cheek way of saying "fuck you society, I'll wear a French braid, I'll wear sneakers and a sweater vest!"

I think too much, about stupid things, but also, new things.

*I've never actually seen this movie, I could be way off.

Day 129: Bad bad bad

If only all new things could be light and fluffy and inconsequential to my life. As pretty much all of them have been. But today I realized I was part of a credit card scam, a very not good, but still new, thing.

When I bought flowers from FTD.com, I got a pop-up at the end asking if I wanted a $20 coupon for my next purchase on FTD. I, of course, clicked yes, and that was it, they said I'd get an email. Which I did, from Reservation Rewards, which I just assumed was the name of FTD's reward program, which every web site seems to have now. Neither the pop-up, nor the email, mentioned that it cost money to enroll in this program.

But when I checked my bank account online, there was a $1 charge from this Reservation Rewards. I did some research and found this blog entry, with dozens of comments from people who fell into the same trap, from varying web sites, only they were charged $10-$12 a month, some of them for a year before they realized it.

I called the company, who knew my address, email, and credit card information, and told them to cancel it and refund me the $1, and to not charge me anything else. There is a class action lawsuit against them in Connecticut, so I cancelled my debit card too, just in case.

I shop online a lot, and am very careful. At first I felt stupid for falling for this, but it just looked like a part of FTD's site, and having never used the site, I thought it was normal. Just a warning to all who shop online to stay away from Reservation Rewards.

Day 128: Hola, Bonjour, Jambo...

In English alone, there are a myriad of ways to say "hello." Hi. Hey. What's up? Yo. G'day. How you doin'? And so on, with more ways in every other language too, obviously. And today I added three new ways to say "hello," in three languages I know no other words in.

Icelandic: Godan dag, to Bjork, who is Icelandic.

Gaelic: Dia duit, to Ewan McGregor, who is Scottish, so therefore Gaelic, I think?

Luxembourgish: Moien, to George Clooney, who is not from Luxembourg, but it's his birthday, and he's pretty, and I would love to say "moien" to him.

Day 127: May flowers

Mother's Day is pretty much the same date, or at least very close, every year. But somehow me, Ms. Anal Retentive, thought it was in two weeks, not a mere six days away. So I took to the Internet to do some shopping, which is almost as fun as shopping in real life. I bought flowers for my Mom, a first for me to her, and a first for me, as I've never ordered flowers for anyone before.

Kind of hard to do when I know nothing about flowers, but I know what's pretty and I had an idea of what would make Mom happy, so I went with it. We'll see what happens come Thursday. (As I clearly did not publish this until Sunday, she loved them.)

Day 126: Ole!

I already celebrated Cinco De Mayo on Friday in the adult manner, with margaritas! Thus today I went to the opposite end of the spectrum, and celebrated by coloring a picture to honor the Mexican victory over the French. What does a coloring page have to do with a military victory? About as much as a frozen lime drink. But both sure are fun!

Day 125: Being a lady

As my most favorite food, chicken fingers, has the word "fingers" in it, I thought there would be a chance I would enjoy lady fingers as well. (Loosest reasoning ever? Yes.) And as I am always looking for ways to up the class factor, I snacked on lady fingers tonite. With my pinkie in the air, naturally.
They were only alright. I prefer them surrounded by ice cream and coffee and chocolate in the most delectable desert around, tiramisu.

Day 124: I wanna be like Mike

How do three Carolina girls start out a beautiful Spring Saturday? Basketball, of course!
I shot some hoops (or a bunch of air balls) with Brandie and Karey, in a basketball jersey (David's), with a tiny little basketball. (Named Eric.)
A combination of not playing in a really long time, the aforementioned small ball (which I still think is cute, just not practical), and poor form, means I kind of sucked. And that maybe I shouldn't be so hard on the boys when they miss lay ups, because I'm not as good at them as I used to be.Weak weak wrists, but at least I got a little air(ish).

Day 123: Dos de Mayo

I had dinner and margaritas with Karey and Brandie at Lauriol Plaza, where there are margaritas I've been hearing about for more than a year. And they, and the night, were worth the wait.

Friends+phone+glasses+magic mirror/margaritas=Friday happiness

Me and Brandie:Me and Karey:
Tourist shot, Brandie and Karey on the metro escalator:

Day 122: Rock the vote

I voted in the NC presidential primary today. I've voted in a presidential election, and a regular primary, but never a presidential primary. Hopefully my vote will actually be counted this time.

I also went shopping at Whole Foods. If only it weren't so expensive to be an ethical eater.