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	MAY '08 ARCHIVES 4:00 PM 5/5/2008 back from texas... flew into san antonio friday night, and then drove up to dallas with jack on sunday. i had a room at the four seasons on sunday night (which was nice) and then checked into the american airlines conference center monday afternoon for my EY training (not so nice). um, where do i begin. the place was a dump. my room had two tiny twin beds, with a cheap comforter from the late 70's and even cheaper sheets underneath. the closets smelled like....well, i don't even know what they smelled like, they were so bad. the bathroom was gross. the hallways were gross. EVERYTHING WAS GROSS!! keep in mind, these pictures do not do justice to the absolute gross-ness that was my room. you just HAD to be there. anyways, i am planning on "running" the revlon 5k with lynn this weekend. i use quotation marks because i'm not really sure crawling/limping for three miles straight will count as running. it'll be a battle of the wills between me and lynn, that's for sure. either i will end up punching in her face for being so damn cheery and motivational while running or she'll just give up and leave me behind in the dust. i don't really care as long as i don't come in last. maybe i'll be able to beat a 90-year old blind paraplegic pushing a stroller with a 3 year old toddler. on second thought, maybe not. those paraplegics are TOUGH. ok, my body is still on central time (actually i think it's just confused from my crappy sleeping habits) so i need to sleep before i keel over and die from exhaustion. xoxo, kids. ok, not the most flattering picture of me but the horses are SO CUTE! 12:54 AM 5/13/2008 pictures from the revlon 5K this past saturday: waiting in line for the port-a-potties. we probably spent more time waiting in that line than running the actual 5k. look, it's tom selleck! and we're off...actually, this is a good mile and a half into the race. we left all the walkers behind. tried to take a pictures of ourselves at mile 2. forgot to zoom out. attempt #2 at taking a picture of ourselves. much better. the coliseum, home to the crappiest university ever. okay, so i admit that it was an awesome experience. there were inspirational people everywhere - breast cancer survivors, families of survivors, friends running in memory of loved ones...amazing. i literally burst into tears at the beginning of the race because some guy wrote the following on the back of his shirt: "in loving memory of my wife...i see you in everything beautiful." ok, i almost just lost it again while typing it now. i eventually had to drag me and lynn away from the guy because i didn't want to run the entire 5k bawling like a big baby. anyways, the run itself was fun. lynn was a very good running motivator and did not leave me behind in the dust as i predicted, nor did i ever feel like punching her for being cheery. we'll see about the 10k though (haha, just kidding). some guy in a huge parrot costume totally smoked us. it was cute and humiliating at the same time. i would upload more shots of us at the event but i happen to have a strong aversion to posting pictures of myself in shorts in a public forum. mostly because i don't want to get sued when i end up blinding half of you. there is a reason i have avoided shorts like the plague since 1999. all right, i gotta get to work, i have an insane week ahead of me. xoxo to all my readers who manage to visit daily even though i am a horrible slacker of an updater. i'll write something more substantial later, i swear. hasta la vista, kids. 3:50 PM 5/20/2008 so i was reading this article on bagsnob today (don't laugh, i don't make fun of you when you look at porn, ok?) about an 18-year old chick from dallas who wants her parents to buy her a new birkin.......as a gift for graduating high school. wait, hold on while i vomit. ok much better. here's an excerpt from the blog post: Krystal Schlegel comes from a family of Hermes fans. Her mom owns a 30-inch orange ostrich-leather Birkin, and her sister received a white one for Christmas during college. So the high school senior felt graduation would be the perfect time to get her own. Schlegel said her friends are also specifying designer bags to their parents for gifts. "They want something nice to go to college, and the sororities will look at (the handbags) too," said Schlegel, who is headed this fall to Southern Methodist University. She said her friends were looking into handbags by the French design houses Chloe and Chanel. first of all, WTF? no seriously, WTF. where do i begin. 1. no eighteen year old should be allowed to carry a birkin (considering i am 26 and haven't managed to buy one myself yet. haha. no, i am not bitter). it's like letting your high schooler drive a rolls royce. stupid, right? RIGHT! 2. it's HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATION, for pete's sake. jeez, all you had to do was show up for class and NOT flunk out! managing to "survive" four years of that does not mean you deserve a $6K bag. 3. man, i didn't get crap when i graduated high school OR college. okay, maybe i got a balloon. for some reason, that stings a little. 4. um, back to the topic at hand. what's up with the sorority comment? somebody please explain to me why any decent, self-respecting girl would willingly fork over cash to join an organization that evaluates her worthiness as a person based on the type of bag she owns. philanthropy, my ass. as if i needed another reason to roll my eyes with disgust at the greek system plaguing every decent college and university in this country. 5. lastly...LADIES, IF YOU WANT A NICE PURSE, BUY IT YOUR OWN DAMN SELF. DON'T WAIT FOR MOMMY TO BUY YOU ONE. DON'T SLEEP WITH A GUY 30 YEARS OLDER THAN YOU SO HE'LL BUY YOU ONE. GET A JOB, DAMMIT. ALSO, DON'T GO TO CHINATOWN AND BUY A KNOCK-OFF FOR $20, YOU LAME-ASS, BECAUSE IF YOU WERE TRULY THAT CONCERNED ABOUT CARRYING A NICE BAG, YOU'D WAIT UNTIL YOU COULD AFFORD THE REAL THING. all right, i feel better now. i get a little worked up about this because my purses serve as tangible evidence that i survived god knows how many 80-hour work weeks. it makes me sick when girls feel entitled to luxury. my mother would kick my ass all the way back to the stone ages if i ever demanded a birkin from her. then she'd make me spend half my life savings to buy her one. and dude, don't even get me started on the van cleef and arpels earrings. dammit. go to claire's and buy some cubic zirconia ones, because that's what i did when i was 18 and carrying around a ghetto coach bag. ok, enough ranting, it's time to work. busy season is rapidly approaching (again). sometimes my life feels like groundhog day. uh, the movie, that is, not the actual day. have a fabulous week, kids. later. 8:52 PM 5/26/2008 peonies are back! well, my four day weekend is quickly coming to an end. i probably should have tried to enjoy it a little bit more, considering how lame my life is going to be from now until october 15th. the highlight of my saturday evening was sorting through my dresser and tossing out stuff i didn't need. you guys can all rest easy knowing that i still own enough underwear to go one and a half months without doing laundry (i'm sure the question was plaguing you ENDLESSLY). anyways, i'm very tempted to throw out everything in my closet and start fresh with a shopping spree to end all shopping sprees. unfortunately, that would require me to sell my first four (unborn) children, which is a no-go because i refuse to suffer through labor FOUR TIMES just for the sake of having nice clothes to wear. anyways, it's memorial day and i really should be writing about something more meaningful (although really, what is more important than my underwear drawer?!?). as always, i am grateful to all who have given their lives to defend the united states of america. it's very humbling to think about the sacrifices people have made in order to preserve our freedoms, and i feel exceptionally blessed to live in this country. i hope you all do too. and with that note, i'm out. have a great week, everybody. also, if anybody is feeling particularly generous, send this my way. i'll be your best friend for a month! xoxo. 12:16 AM 5/29/2008 ok, it's really hard to get back into the swing of things at work after coming back from a four day weekend. i might as well quit my job and go travel the world. or spend all my hard earned savings on extravagant presents (HELLO, CROCODILE KELLY BAG) and declare bankruptcy and start a brand new career. sigh. anyways, people.com recently published the following quote from jodie foster, for whom i used to have a decent amount of respect: *"Look, it’s terrible, I know, but weakness really, really bugs me, to the point that if there is a wounded bird on the sidewalk, I look at it and I go: I think I’ll just kick it."* according to wikipedia, jodie foster graduated magnua cum laude from yale. i'm guessing she's a pretty bright woman. well, apparently she's also an grade-A ass. i'm not the biggest fan of weakness myself but that doesn't mean i go around kicking helpless birds. there's a difference between being hurt and being weak. i picture jodie foster kicking OJ and it just makes me want to punch her (because unlike jodie, i'd much rather pick on people my own size). people who feel compelled to hurt animals for no apparent reason are just....WRONG. more quotes from jodie foster, girl-genius: "I don't believe that any gun should be in the hand of a thinking, feeling, and breathing human being. Americans are by nature filled with rage-slash-fear. And guns are a huge part of our culture. I know I'm crazy because I'm only supposed to say that in Europe. But violence corrupts absolutely." okay, and uh, kicking injured birds isn't some violent way of expressing your rage-slash-fear of weakness? forget banning guns, we should just ban jodie's foot. on the bright side, at least she admits she's crazy. although if she keeps making more idiotic statements like that, she'll contract a full blown case of the tom cruise syndrome where i'll end up hating all the movies she's in just because she's nuts. dammit, contact used to be one of my favorite movies of all time too. but jodie, it's not too late! say you're sorry and start rescuing injured animals and don't be so freakin' judgmental. and shut your mouth until you find something intelligent to say. as a thinking, feeling and breathing human being (as opposed to a non-breathing one) with a gun, i find it a little bit sad that you of all people would sink to the level of labeling and stereotyping an entire population based upon unfair assumptions and sweeping generalizations. not that you would know what that feels like or anything, since you're obviously a heterosexual and all. right?