Now you can all go about your day knowing you've been enlightened by such a ground-breaking revelation :)
I am taking a sociology class online right now, and it is changing the way I think about my life, society, and the world in a major way.
I was such a pompous ass. I started the class thinking I already knew most of what I needed to know. Piece of cake. Well, guess what? I got knocked on my ass. Never did getting knocked on my ass feel so good. I think it has something to do with the professor. I have taken online courses before and they've been snooze fests.
I have always believed that you should never stop learning, which makes my pompous ass behavior pretty hypocritical. Maybe it's that I want to believe that my six figure student loan debt means something? Maybe it's that I have to believe that so that I can fall asleep at night.
I have a couple of degrees to my name, but that really doesn't say much about what I do and don't know about the world. I have been out of school for more than two years. It's so refreshing to spend a little time back in a learning environment. Man, I've missed this.
Are you in school? If you're not, do you miss it?
Learning something new and educating yourself are gifts.
Just some thoughts for the weekend. Enjoy yourselves.
Sometime this week, I plan on taking my plastic to the mall and adhering to my New Year's resolution to buy STAPLES for my wardrobe. I'm excited to see what I find. I'll report back soon to let you know how it went :)
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Recently, there have been blog posts and notes on Facebook referring to "Ask Me Anything": a website called Formspring that allows users both anonymous and registered to ask people any question of their choosing. (You are not required to answer every question - although I imagine the purpose would be lost if you skipped all of the "juicy" questions!)
Cool concept. It got me thinking. For the most part, I am a pretty private person. Although the concept of "private" has definitely changed for me over the past year or so. I have shared my entire wedding planning experience. I have written about my health issues, squabbles with my mother-in-law, and private moments with my husband. I have let readers in on big chunks of my life.
Yet, I still hide behind a veil of some mystery. That's just the type of person I am. Even though I have relatively little to lose, I still find myself seeking a certain level of privacy.
Blogging can be a super fun, yet daunting activity. There's a trust issue there that can make you paranoid if you really think about it. Given that anyone can anonymously read a blog, you trust that your readers are good people, and not...well you know...bad people.
Do you feel your blog is an extension of your real life personality? Do you share a lot about yourself on your blog? Are there things you don't share? What's off limits?
Yes, my dog wears a hoodie during the winter time. She's little and she gets cold.
My husband talks a lot in his sleep. Sometimes we have full-on conversations. Sometimes he speaks his own language (a.k.a. incoherent mumbling). I always delight in sharing our nightly musings with him the next day, because he rarely remembers any of it.
L's sleep talking is rather new to our relationship. I would say it started in the last year or so? I like to think it is because he is finally 100% comfortable falling asleep with me after all of these years. We've slept together so many nights that we don't fall asleep like we used to: wrapped up tightly in each other's arms. We are more likely to kiss goodnight and retreat to our own side of the bed.
That's why my heart melted last night when in the midst of a deep slumber, L reached over and held my hand. It only lasted a minute or two, but it was so endearing. Wow. I'm married to this man who talks mumbo-jumbo with me at 2 a.m. and holds my hand in his sleep.
Once again, I am reminded that it's the little things.
Have a great weekend, everyone! Enjoy yourselves.
What on God's Green Earth is that smell?!
That's pretty much what I say every other day when I open the front door to our condo complex and am greeted with the worst stench my nose has ever whiffed. One of my lovely neighbors cooks this stew that gives off an odor that is so strong, it's offensive. I don't know how to describe it. It transcends race, culture, and sexual orientation. How can something that foul be edible? And why do they have to eat it every day? Could we perhaps try our hand at other types of cuisine? Just saying.
A couple of weeks ago, there was an empty soda can randomly lying in the hallway. I thought to myself, "How did this happen?" Some person was that much of a slob that they were within feet of their front door, but somehow they just couldn't make it. What goes through this person's mind? "Okay, I'm setting this soda can on the ground. But just for now...I'll be back to get it later...I swear..."
We have these trash chutes near every stairwell in our complex. I love them, because it means I don't have to walk myself all the way down to the bottom floor and into the garage when I need to throw something out. The other day, I get to the chute, and someone had left their trash on the ground directly under the chute. Ummm, WHAT. THE. HELL?! Again, this person needs to help me understand. Where did we go wrong? Was there an issue with not knowing how to work the chute door?
These are the things that can drive a woman mad. It's a damn circus in this place. And don't get me started on the stairs leading down to the garage. Someone does something nasty in there, because sometimes the stench...oh man, they're right up there with the stinky stew people.
This is my incentive to have a house one day.
Do any of you share space with others? Any odd neighbor stories to tell? Or have I just hit the jackpot over here?
This all leads me to my recent fashion epiphany. I need to start from ground zero again. I need to go back to the basics. One awesome pair of jeans. One classic white button down. One black sweater. One pair of unstoppable boots. And the list goes on. I need to re-build my basics, and stop giving in so much to these "in the moment" pieces from H & M, Forever 21, Urban Outfitters, etc. I wear them twice, they sit in my closet, and now they live in several bags begging to be hauled off to Goodwill. I dabble in mid-range stores like Banana Republic and J.Crew, and that usually works well. Or I may step a pinkie toe in a higher end store than that, but I usually wimp out when I see $200+ and run to the safety of my $24.99 price tags. Note: I'm not a bargain hunter. I am too lazy for that. I buy the stuff that was cheap to begin with. There's a big difference.
The concept behind cheap clothing stores are to mass produce fun clothes, not staples. For the price of 5 Forever 21 items, I could afford something of better quality at a higher end store. Something that I can wear time and time again. I guess I am finally graduating. Like when college guys realize their "universal fraternity boy" sweater from Abercrombie and Fitch isn't cool anymore. Time to move on.
I'm not swearing off my cheapie stores completely. Sometimes a girl needs something fast and fun for a night on the town. But, I need to stock up on clothes that don't have a hole in the armpit after one washing.
So there's my confession of the day. My name is Carly, and I (used to) buy cheap, useless clothes.
How do you shop? Name brands, thrift stores, popular retailers? Ebay? For the life of me, I have never quite figured out ebay clothing. I fear I'm too lazy and care too little to keep checking on items. I'd get duped into buying a fake Marc Jacobs blouse, then realize it was made in Cambodia, and is of lower quality than the clothes I get from Forever 21.
I'll keep you posted on my wardrobe-bending adventures. Hey, it's January...my goals for 2010 are still lofty.
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