All treat, no trick

I am a firm believer that when you find something that makes you feel beautiful and sexy, you should act on it. Because we don't feel that way about ourselves often enough. Or at least I don't. So whether it's an $80 bra (and that was the cheaper one!) or a $130 haircut, sometimes you just have to go for it. (If you're lucky, sometimes it's a $10 shirt). It's easy to let cost get in the way of feeling amazing. Granted, none of us can just run out and buy whatever we want that makes us feel good whenever we want it. But, you know, occasionally, I think it's absolutely necessary.

If you don't mind, I'll not share the bra. But here's the haircut!

It's pretty windy today, so I had the girl at the desk at the salon snap one with my iPhone before I walked out the door.

Where I've been

I read a blog post yesterday that contained tips on being a good blogger. One of them was to blog often/consistently, or you lose your readership.

Yeah, I can attest to that.

I've been busy lately. If you didn't see the post a few months ago (if you didn't see the post a few months ago, you're probably not reading this now, but anyway) I've started my own business. And I don't know if you've ever started your own business, but if you have, kudos to you, because it's a tough, exciting, grueling, rewarding, and SLOW process.

But I'm not posting this to beg for business. Really. I just wanted to tell you about what's been going on in my life. What starting a business is like. At the beginning it was a lot of running around getting paperwork in order. Most of that part is done now. I mostly just wait. I've been working on new Christmas cards that I hope to have up soon, since we'll be in full holiday swing after Halloween.

I think a big part of starting a business is patience. Which is hard, because if you jump through all the hoops to start a business, you're obviously passionate about sharing something with other people. I just wish other people were as excited about the cards as I am.

So between the business and my regular job, for which I've been staying late a lot because of baseball playoffs, not much time to blog. And not much interesting happening besides the daily grind.

But lucky for you, I've got at least two other posts in the works, so hopefully it won't be another month before I post again, and I promise they won't be about my business :)

Who's next?

So, apparently, I have come face to face with a 2012 presidential candidate. Pretty cool, huh. And would you believe he was naked?

That's right. The Naked Cowboy, aka Robert Burck, has tossed his cowboy hat into the ring for the White House. Actually, make that the Tighty Whitey House. For the briefing, he wore real clothes, and even a tie. He says he's serious, although he began a run for mayor in 2009, but changed his mind.

First change after being elected? Casual Friday every day.

And you know he'll be running against Donald Trump, right? Yep, the mogul himself is considering another real estate acquisition, one of the most coveted addresses in the country. And in keeping with his theme — Trump Building, Trump Tower, Trump Plaza — the White House will heretofore be know as the Trump House. Got a hankering to be vice president? I'm sure he'll be casting soon for "The VP Apprentice."

Personally, my vote is for the Naked Cowboy. Nobody can do more with less.



Note: This post is intended to be fun and light-hearted. Let's not get into real politics in the comments, k?

Naked in Times Square

Not me, of course. That would be the stuff of a terrifyingly horrible nightmare. But this guy ... it's his living.

I've heard about the Naked Cowboy, and I've seen pictures of him, but this was the first time I've seen him with my own eyes.

Flexing his ... muscles

But this guy is more than just a mostly naked, good-looking man wandering Times Square. He's a business man. He's a musician. He's a legend. He's a ... what? What song was he playing when I passed him today?

Uh, couldn't tell you ... but who really cares?

I put myself to shame

I'm sitting here at 4:30 a.m. on a Friday ni ... uh, Saturday morning ... reading old blog posts from nearly two years ago. Like this one about how to get free Starbucks. Or this one that unknowingly predicted the future. Or my theory on snow globes. I forgot I said some of that stuff. But you know what I noticed? I put myself to shame! In 2008, I posted 77 blog posts. In 2009, 75 blog posts. So far this year? Thirty-two. Not even half and we're nearly three-quarters of the way through the year.

I've got some catching up to do...

I don't drink.

My husband today sent me this article written by a woman who doesn't drink. And yes, by drink, we're talking alcohol. The title of the article is "My not drinking bothers friends," and I was immediately interested. See, I don't drink either. At least, not much. But I find that often in social situations, I feel weird about drinking a Coke, or just water. Although to be honest, it's probably more my issue than my friends' issue. I'm the one who's self-conscious. I can't even have dinner at a nice Italian restaurant without feeling weird that we're the only ones without wine. Why is it SO taboo to NOT be a drinker?

There's a great line in the article where someone asks the writer's husband (who also doesn't drink) why he's not having an adult beverage. His reply: "Listen, I'm a 30-year-old man. Whatever I'm drinking is an adult beverage." I love that.

The writer, who used to drink, quit because she didn't like where it was taking her. My excuses are a little different:

1) I don't like it. Plain and simple. I don't have a problem if you want to drink, go right ahead. But I just don't like the taste of it. I'd much rather spend my hard-earned cash on a Coke than a Cosmo, Corona, or Cognac. (And why ruin a perfectly good Coca Cola with Jack?) Sure, there are times where I feel like indulging, and I do, but it most likely involves a mojito or something peach. And just one.

2) Ignorance. I wouldn't know the difference between a Fuzzy Navel and a Sex on the Beach. All those bottles on the back of the bar look nice, but I have no idea what's in them, and my will to learn is nearly nonexistent.

So there you have it. I don't drink. At least, not much. So next time you're taking me out to dinner (see what I did there?), be glad I'm a cheap date!

The lost months

I have issues remember things on, in, or about August and September. (Apparently, I also forgot to blog for most of August.)

Seriously. I can't remember what number corresponds with those months (5, easy, May, 10, easy, October) and I literally have to count them out to remember that August and September are 8 and 9. I also have a terrible time remembering dates in those months, particularly birthdays. I'm really good at remembering birthdays in any other month, but if you were born in August or September, I'm just going to apologize now, because I'm going to forget. I might remember that you were born in August or September, but I'll have no idea on the day. Or maybe I could guess within three days on either side...

I don't know what it is about those months, but they just don't stick for me. Anybody else feel this way about August and September? Or any other months? Or am I completely off my rocker? (Don't answer that.)