Channeling the Girl in the Green Scarf, Rebecca Bloomwood . . . well, kinda'

Pretty often, I feel (and act) like Rebecca Bloomwood in Confessions of a Shopaholic (p.s., if you haven't seen it, rent it today. I went with Fefa to see it at the movies, and I loved it). Now, I'm not saying I'm thousands and thousands of dollars in debt like Rebecca was (I sho' don't make enough money and am terrified of credit cards, even though I have one. JUST one, though!), and I'm not even saying I shop all the time (when in the hell do I have time between my J-O-B and co-running a dance studio?), or that I have to buy something I see in a window every time the mannequins in it come to life and lure me into the store (BTW, if this does happen to you, go on ahead and make an appointment to see a therapist).

But when the end/first of the month arrives (a.k.a., paycheck time), I can't help but shop. It's a force greater than me . . . a force I can't control (just ask my co-worker, Paula). Buying something right when I get paid totally makes me feel better. I literally breathe a sigh of relief after I click the "Submit" button at the end of the ordering process. And it doesn't have to be clothes or shoes . . . it could be sheets for the bed. Mascara. Gifts for my peeps (love shopping for my boyfriend and friends). Anything - it doesn't matter. I shop mostly online, and I usually browse the same sites to get my fix. One of my all-time favorites is UO. Don't mock - I love it.

And this week, they're having a $9.99 and under sale. Say WHAAAAT?! Heavens! Please know that yesterday I took full advantage of this awesomeness. I did practice restraint, though, (it was tough, I tell you!) and only bought a few things. I didn't tell Paula until today . . . I was afraid she would scold me, which I need(ed). I'm pretty sure this is just one more piece of evidence that I have a problem.

Goody Bag
(Note: the skirt isn't $9.99 or under, but I couldn't resist it. See?)

Tears of pure, pure joy

I'm pretty sure everyone in the human race has seen this vid by now. Personally, I don't think I've seen something circulate the Internet so fast in my life.

In just the past couple of days, several of my FB peeps have posted it on their pages, 10 or so of my friends and family have e-mailed it to me and a number of bloggers (including myself now) have blogged about it.

If you haven't seen it, you must watch it now. If you've already watched it, I urge you to watch it again. I laughed and laughed and laughed the first time I saw it. The second time? I cried. Like a baby, I might add. I think it's just so damn sweet and endearing.

Pretty placement

Whoa, whoa, whoa I'm loving this Polaroid from here.

Indicative lyrics

I've been loving Au Revoir Simone for some time now, especially this little tune.

Sad Song
Play me a sad song
'Cause that’s what I want to hear
I want you to make me cry
I want to remember the places that we left
Lost to the mists of time

I know that you’ll go soon
You’ll find out so take me with you always
I know that you’ll go soon
You’ll find out so take me with you always

On buses that move through the night
We sleep on and on
We got off at Memphis
Black-top heat will make us thirsty
We’ll never get sick anymore

I know that you’ll go soon
You’ll find out so take me with you always
I know that you’ll go soon
You’ll find out so take me with you always

Play me a sad song
'Cause that’s what I want to hear
I want you to make me cry
I want to remember the places that we left
Lost to the mists of time

New bright and light.

I'm seriously wanting new colors in my bedroom. I need something a little brighter and lighter. Maybe something like this from OM Home.

Goodbye, mapquest.

We had some good times. Remember that trip to Fountain Inn with my BFF Toni, when you gave me not one, not two, but three different ways to get there? I thought that was mighty nice of you (a girl likes her choices, right?). Well, little did I know it was all a ruse and a 2 1/2-hour trip would turn into a 6-hour one. Gracias! Wasn't. Happy. At. All. But I forgave you . . . eventually. And now I have some sad news, for you, anyway. No longer will I have to type www.mapquest.com into my Web browser, click on "Directions," punch in an address that, inevitably, you won't recognize (get it together, will you?) and print out about six pages, four of which are usually completely useless.

I've moved on (I'm sorry, mq!) And up, for that matter. Just got my first GPS (shout out, Pops!) I didn't ask for it. I never "ask" for anything, really. Here's how it all went down: ole' Pops didn't want to do anything on Father's Day. Instead, he wanted to have dinner at Miyabi's the next Wednesday. So of course I agreed to go. About halfway through the meal, I grabbed the server and gave him my credit card to pay for dinner (it was the right thing to do.) Well, Dad was mad. No, wait. Correction. He was pissed. Didn't really understand why (and I still don't). So as we're leaving, he said, "You really shouldn't have done that." I said, "Dad. It's your Father's Day present. It's all good." He replied with, "Well, I'm going to get you a GPS." I'm thinking, "WTH?! Where did that come from?" but actually said, "Um, dinner isn't really comparable to a GPS, Pops. Not dinner at Miyabi's, anyway." He didn't say a word. He just tapped his feet, propped his right wrist up on his waist and shook his head. Oh, Dad.

Naturally, I didn't think the man was serious. I've never said anything about a GPS to him (or anyone, I don't think.) Sure, I always wanted one and have admired my friend's Garmin for quite some time now. But I always assumed I'd be the last person on earth to get one (this is usually the case with me and any new technology.)

Unexpectedly after lunch today, Pops stopped by my office to give me one. How freakin' sweet is that? I must say, I got a little misty.

So I raise my tomtom to you, mapquest, and say, "It was nice knowin' ya'! Peace out! Now get your act together, please."