My wardrobe is all about comfort. Thankfully, my job doesn’t require a special or fancy wardrobe, so most of my everyday clothes are my work clothes too. So what do I live in? Classic All-American blue jeans, of course. I have a few pairs of “dressy” pants, but I also have dark-wash trouser jeans which can be dressed up if need be. Jeans are a great neutral palette for sweaters, t-shirts, or jackets. I like to get my favorite styles in two lengths: one of flats and one for heels, boots, and running shoes. Once in while, I’ll try out some khakis or cords, but I always find myself returning to the good old standard: blue jeans.
Archive for February, 2010
What would I do without Google? Not only does Google give me easy answers to all my questions through its search engine, it’s given me the best email service ever. I’ve had email accounts through my ISP and my job as well as free online accounts such as Yahoo, but Gmail is by far my favorite. Gmail has an excellent spam filter. I get enough junk mail from friends and family as it is; I don’t need spam for Viagra too. Gmail catches 99.9% of spam, leaving my mailbox virtually spam-free. Also, I rarely delete any of my email (you never know when you’ll need that note from 2006). Even so, with thousands of emails dating back years, Gmail’s search function is fast and accurate. If only my snailmail could be so efficient.
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The One-legged Man
Feb 13
The worst date I ever had was the time my mother’s boyfriend set me up with a young man. I was about nineteen and dating no one special, so Robert thought I might enjoy meeting a young man he and my mom often bowled with. They took me to the bowling alley and introduced me to Steven. Steven was tall, good-looking—and missing one leg. Now, no one had bothered to tell me about the missing leg before we were introduced. I was totally taken aback. I’m sure Steven was a nice enough guy, but I could see nothing but the empty pants leg. Since this date took place before the advent of the cell phone (and I could have no one phone in an emergency), I bowled one and then feigned illness.
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It’s All About the Collar
Feb 12
My dog, Sarge, is a rescue; so I figured that’s why he’s insecure. He hates to be alone. He barks like crazy when I’m feeding him, as if to say, “Don’t forget me.” I can’t. I’m sure his hound dog bark would set a decibel level record if I chose to buy a meter. He greets old friends as if he hasn’t seen them in centuries, even if it has only been a few days. I always get the feeling he’s auditioning for the next home, in case this one doesn’t work out. (Hey, Sarge, it’s six years now. It’s working.) But, the biggest insecurity is when his collar comes off. Sometimes, it’s when he’s being groomed. Occasionally, I’ll be holding it, and he walks right out of it. But, until one of his dog collars goes back on, he shakes and shivers, as if he has been abandoned. Luckily, I’m really good at slipping them back on, and he just returns to his normal insecurity. I’d take him to a doggie shrink, but I’m afraid I might have to remove his collar, and that would just case more trauma…. don’t forget to check out this article about dog collars.