I blog like I journal...
which is, much too sporadically. Usually I return to the craft of blogging because my more disciplined, talented friends, such as this one, inspire me with their wit and dedication. So I'm back to the writing board, so to speak, feeling like the canvas is blank and the effort is futile for such a novice as myself, but still wanting to get some words out of my system. (Don't get excited, Aaron. I'm not about to shoot out a list of expletives.) Side note: why do so many men talk like they want ladies to be ladies, but still get all excited when their particular ladies burp like well-fed babies and curse like amoral pirates?
Back on topic: I think that among the best things to do with blogs are bragging on the people who make your life better, and publicizing the things that you think more people should know about. So I'm going to give a lot of hype to one person and one thing in this blog, and maybe I'll find a way to work in some venting at the end ('cause the masses want bad news, right?). Okay masses, read on 'til the end.
I would like to introduce you to a wonderful friend who I get to spend time with every once in a while. Her feet are just size three and a half, and her pinkie toenails are so small that they almost disappear into her little weeeeee-all-the-way-home pinkie toes. I got to meet the tiny toenails this afternoon, as this friend and I sat side by side, enjoying that summer necessity for women, the pedicure. My pedicure buddy, Alexis, will become my sister-in-law come December. I really hope that my fiance doesn't figure out that I am mostly marrying him so that I won't ever have to stop hanging out with his sister. If you have ever been really close to a cousin, then you might know what it's like for me and Alexis - we didn't grow up in the same house, but we're family, and we can spend hours on end with eachother like it's the most normal thing since rain in Seattle. She's the kind of person who makes you feel truly comfortable, like it's more than okay to be yourself, and plus, she is a heck of a lot of fun. When I was younger, I thought plenty about the kind of boy I hoped to meet, and how fun it would be to wear a special white dress that looked like it was made of clouds, frosting, and maybe heaven itself, but I admit I never wondered too much about the in-laws. Thankfully, I didn't jinx myself in the sister-in-law department (just kidding, Aaron. You're amazing, and I think you'll like the dress). I'm sure that Alexis and I have many escapades to come that will somehow make it into this blog's content.
As for something that makes my life enjoyable: I am currently reading a book series called The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency, by Alexander McCall Smith (and this series happens to have been given to me by my soon-to-be mother-in-law, another person I'm wedding Aaron to hang out with). The books are set in Botswana, and manage to thoroughly entertain, poke lots of fun at Americans, and make the reader want to move to Africa, all while carrying on the great detective story tradition of Doyle and the like. If you find yourself at a bookstore, I dare you to pick up the first book, because I think you'll get hooked. (Or I guess you could buy it online, but that's sad.) These books remind me of my guilty childhood reading pleasure, Nancy Drew, except they're grown-up, not sexist, and all written by the same person.
Now for a bit of whining. It's really difficult to write blogs when your 'a' key is missing from the laptop that used to be yours and you have to dig your pinkie into the freaky-looking half-inch square of computer nakedness where the key should be. (Don't worry Aaron, I'm not just marrying you to hang out with your sister and talk about books with your mom. I'm also doing it for the Mac.)
Back on topic: I think that among the best things to do with blogs are bragging on the people who make your life better, and publicizing the things that you think more people should know about. So I'm going to give a lot of hype to one person and one thing in this blog, and maybe I'll find a way to work in some venting at the end ('cause the masses want bad news, right?). Okay masses, read on 'til the end.
I would like to introduce you to a wonderful friend who I get to spend time with every once in a while. Her feet are just size three and a half, and her pinkie toenails are so small that they almost disappear into her little weeeeee-all-the-way-home pinkie toes. I got to meet the tiny toenails this afternoon, as this friend and I sat side by side, enjoying that summer necessity for women, the pedicure. My pedicure buddy, Alexis, will become my sister-in-law come December. I really hope that my fiance doesn't figure out that I am mostly marrying him so that I won't ever have to stop hanging out with his sister. If you have ever been really close to a cousin, then you might know what it's like for me and Alexis - we didn't grow up in the same house, but we're family, and we can spend hours on end with eachother like it's the most normal thing since rain in Seattle. She's the kind of person who makes you feel truly comfortable, like it's more than okay to be yourself, and plus, she is a heck of a lot of fun. When I was younger, I thought plenty about the kind of boy I hoped to meet, and how fun it would be to wear a special white dress that looked like it was made of clouds, frosting, and maybe heaven itself, but I admit I never wondered too much about the in-laws. Thankfully, I didn't jinx myself in the sister-in-law department (just kidding, Aaron. You're amazing, and I think you'll like the dress). I'm sure that Alexis and I have many escapades to come that will somehow make it into this blog's content.
As for something that makes my life enjoyable: I am currently reading a book series called The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency, by Alexander McCall Smith (and this series happens to have been given to me by my soon-to-be mother-in-law, another person I'm wedding Aaron to hang out with). The books are set in Botswana, and manage to thoroughly entertain, poke lots of fun at Americans, and make the reader want to move to Africa, all while carrying on the great detective story tradition of Doyle and the like. If you find yourself at a bookstore, I dare you to pick up the first book, because I think you'll get hooked. (Or I guess you could buy it online, but that's sad.) These books remind me of my guilty childhood reading pleasure, Nancy Drew, except they're grown-up, not sexist, and all written by the same person.
Now for a bit of whining. It's really difficult to write blogs when your 'a' key is missing from the laptop that used to be yours and you have to dig your pinkie into the freaky-looking half-inch square of computer nakedness where the key should be. (Don't worry Aaron, I'm not just marrying you to hang out with your sister and talk about books with your mom. I'm also doing it for the Mac.)
posted by Amanda Lane at 12:13 AM
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There's no way I'm letting the Mac go without a couple good farts as payment. And I'm talking like, I-can't-hear-the-sound-of-my-own-voice-anymore kind of fart.
Do you have what it takes?
I think the reason men react positively to girls cussing is because they're just so darn adorable when they do it. It's like it's not even natural coming out of their cute little mouths. Yes, I said "cute".
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