Ok, so I am unemployed and as such have spent a lot of time watching morning television. The View, Rachel Ray, Live with Regis and Kelly, The Tyra Banks show, you name it, I’ve been watching it (in my defence I haven’t been watching Maury, although a few more weeks of unemployment and paternity tests here I come).
With all this TV watching I’ve noticed something very important, Tyra Banks loves herself a jumpsuit. That or the show has a really low wardrobe budget. She’s worn a jumpsuit (I’m convinced the same one-a heather grey one–see picture #1 below) nearly every day for the past two weeks. She’s also recycling belts, in particular a yellow belt/sash (Don’t think I didn’t notice Tyra. I did).
Don’t get me wrong she rocks the look, and it can’t be denied there are plenty of benefits to a one-piece outfit., comfort (it’s like a onesie for adults), not having to worry about picking separates, that sort of thing. But you know, there are negatives too. read more…
You know how when you (me) were little you would spend hours on MS Paint painstakingly drawing things, or editing images, (this was before the days of photoshop) wishing that there was some magical program that would just take what you imagine and make it real, well it appears that we are almost at that stage. “A research team from several universities has put together a system whereby you can draw a terrible stick picture sketch, label your blobby objects what they’re supposed to be, and it will essentially photoshop something together for you that meets your criteria.”
Read more about it here.
Hi Brundiggity,
I need your advice. My boyfriend and I have been together for 8 months and we’ve only just said the L- word to each other. We talked about taking “the next step” but never really talked about what exactly that means. We see a lot of each other, we’ve met each others families, I really care about him, but I’m not sure I’m ready to take a big leap like moving in together. Is there a commitment stepladder?
Help!
Looking for a stairway to heaven
Dear Looking,
Life is alot like stairs, there are steps and you climb them towards a destination. But what if you don’t know what the destination is? Or you’re uncertain about whether or not you really want to go there? Or what if you’re just tired of climbing and want to sit down for a while? Well that’s why there are landings. In life sometimes you need to settle somewhere for a bit, catch your breath and enjoy the scenery, so do that. Don’t worry about the next step and what it is, there is not formal guide for what steps to take and when, you do what you feel is right, when you feel it’s right. So let this step, the L-word, be a landing until you decide whether or not you want to keep climbing.
Love,
Brundiggity
Hello, is it me you're looking for?
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So I read horoscopes religiously, I believe in karma, and I think that every action I take be it good, bad or neutral somehow affects my life in one way or another. For example, if something amazing happens to me on a specific day, I try to remember everything that I did that day, and then I pinpoint the one thing that was out of the ordinary to which I then attribute the previously mentioned luck.
I know, it’s crazy. Unfortunately this is how my mind works.
With that in mind, I am blaming shaving the entirety* of my legs for yesterday’s fiasco of a day. Damn you silky smooth legs. Damn you!
*Not just the part that shows.
Which obviously leads us to: Secret confession #2 after the jump…
Here’s a list of 5 things I should be doing with my life, that I am incomprehendingly not doing:
1. Searching for a real job
I’m done school for the foreseeable future so I should really get going on the whole finding a job so I can apply those skills I (read: my parents) paid a pretty penny for. But I have this great (read: clerical hell but pays well) buffer summer job so I haven’t committed any time to thinking about my future past August 29th (the fast approaching date of my impending unemployment).
2. Getting a life
I don’t have one. Obviously. Have we met? No? Well I have no life. Which leads me to wonder where all my time goes…I mean the time I don’t spend consciously twiddling my thumbs.
3. Not paying obscene (at least I think so) $$ for a cut and dye
So while I’m quite seasoned in the world of haircuts, I’ve only just begun exploring the wonderful world of hair colour and while I quite enjoy the subtle (I’m not ready for bleach blonde yet, but I’ll let you know when I try it-cause I will) differences, I don’t enjoy how much it costs. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not ridiculous, it’s just I kinda miss my $35 (sometimes amazing…sometimes time to start wearing a hat) haircuts at House of Lords.
4. Stop convincing myself things are what they aren’t, and then being surprised when it turns out that what I erroneously convinced myself was true, is in fact not true.
Do you follow? No? Well it involves dinner, a poor choice of words (or several), and a too long hug. Oh and alot of hoping, waiting, wishing. ALOT.
5. Putting my creative skills to good use.
What happened to craft time? I use to make time for crafts, when did that stop? I don’t even remember the last time I held a paintbrush. Where did all the happy little trees go?
Sometimes when I’m really bored I like to rewatch my favourite scenes/episodes from movies/shows.
Here’s a selection for your viewing pleasure. Check it out after the jump.
PS-I am sorry for the quality of some of these. It’s not my fault, blame youtube.
Remember Miffy? A dear friend I like to call Kevin Spacey reminded me of her tonight.
When I was little I used to hate Miffy. Well not so much hated Miffy as I hated the fact that the author/creator of Miffy’s name was Dick Bruna. My name is Bruna, and as a child having the word Dick in front of my name bothered me. Needless to say, I never took these books out at the library.
Scene 1, Act I.
Location: Work
I sit at my assigned desk for the day, minding my own business (reading texts from last night-no idea what I’m talking about? click here) in a quad with three highly toxic, 40 (possibly 50) something women (who have nothing better to do with their lives than obsessively gossip about one another while pretending to be eachothers bffs) when a friend comes by my desk to ask me if I want to go for break.
Friend: Wanna go for break?
Me: Sure man, let’s go.
Toxic 40something woman (one who never actually comes to work but insists that she’s always there and always tired from all the work she’s been doing—also incredibly anal about the ergonomics of her chair): Oh, what’s that scar?
note: Friend has big scar on left leg because she was run over by a car. Not joking.
Friend: Who me?
Toxic 40something woman: Yeah. How did that happen?
Friend (in the most deadpan demeanor ever): Oh, it was a shark attack.
