Wordless Wednesday: Iphone Photo Extravaganza!

Subtitled: The pictures I took while my Dog tried to rip my arm out of it's socket by pulling on his leash.

My Me Date

Saturday was my Birthday. I am officially 20-12. I celebrated the way I did last year, which I think will turn into a annual event. I had a Me-date. I went to lunch, then saw Bridesmaids and laughed my ass off. I was by myself. No one to talk to or listen to. It was bliss. I spend my whole day talking on the phone and listening to the kids or the husband or the co-workers. It was nice to take the time to be alone.

I would suggest you all give yourself the treat of a Me-Date sometime. I've always wanted to feel okay about doing activities alone, and now I enjoy them. Maybe I am growing up. It had to happen at some point, right?

A Review for me and for You

Hey all,

I got a great chance to review books with #Blogherbookclub and I am happy to say the first one went live tonight. Here is an excerpt:

Girl in Translation, by Jean Kwok , tells the semi-autobiographical story about a girl named Kimberly Chang and her mother who emigrate from Hong Kong to Brooklyn. Due to family debts from the immigration and a lack of employment, her mother begins working in a sweatshop. Kimberly must help her mother in order to make any money, forcing her to lead a double life, one of an exceptionally bright schoolgirl in the day and a sweatshop worker by night. This is the story of her childhood and the struggles of life in America, which was not as wonderful as she was promised.


Read more at Blogher

My New Obsession

I just purchased an Iphone for myself for my birthday and I love it! My new favorite part is using Hipstamatic and taking pictures. (I know, I am late to the Hipstamatic game, but it's new to me, alright?) They turn out so cool looking. Here are some of my pics.

This first couple are from my cousin's wedding... She was a beautiful bride. (She is a beautiful person as well, inside and out!)




I threw in one of me and my Mom. Isn't she so pretty?

I went crazy taking pictures on my walk with Louie. Everything is lush and in bloom. It's one of my favorite times of year.




I  told my husband that there would be a LOT of picture taking going on now that I can carry my camera everywhere, and so there will be a lot more gratuitous picture posts. You have been warned.

I am reposting this with a link to my #blogherbookclub review of Girl in Translation. Go check it out and make me a happy bee! Thanks. http://www.blogher.com/not-fairy-tale-review-girl-translation

The Unbearableness of Being a Grownup

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Confession time: I am extremely shy in person.

Now, people that KNOW me who are reading this are saying- "no you're not, you big weirdo. I can't ever get you to shut up." Well, I am way outspoken and ridiculous once we are friends, I have a lot of anxiety over meeting new people. My social anxiety even extends to speaking to people I know well that I haven't seen in a long time is difficult. My stomach twists itself in knots during social occasions. I am constantly unsure of what to say. My inner monologue works overtime to trip me up, letting me know that what I said is weird or strange or stupid. I do not want to discuss anything meaningful or interesting because I am so worried I will come across as stupid or strange. (Seriously, I live my life in a constant fear of being considered stupid or strange to strangers... friends and family already know I'm strange, so I can't fear that from them.)

I know how ridiculous it is to worry so much. I know I should just BUCK UP, I'm an adult. It is excruciatingly hard for me to buck up, though. The most challenging part for me is to talk to other parents. I feel young, stupid and weird talking to them. They seem so together, and I am so not together. I have a hard time forging even a fake friendship with them. I go to an event like a birthday party and always think of what I should have said, and don't speak up enough. I wonder... does everyone feel this way? How do they deal with it?

So in conclusion, if you see me somewhere and I seem snotty or aloof, I am probably just nervous off of my butt to even talk to you. I probably love your shoes, handbag, demeanor, or jokes and it has made me way too intimidated to talk to you. Also, I am probably overly tired and a little brain fried from my day so far (this makes the condition worse). Please understand and don't judge me. I will try not to judge you either.