Christine is an Avenger of Sexiness. Her Superpower is helping Hot Mamas grow their Confidence by rediscovering their Beauty. She lives in the Heights in Houston, Texas, works as a boudoir photographer, and writes about running a Business of Awesome. In her spare time, she loves to knit, especially when she travels. She & her husband Mike have a food blog at Spoon & Knife.
Come on everyone – you know the words. I promise, if we get sued for singing it I’ll cover the copyright fees. Now everyone … on a 1 and a 2 and a 1, 2, 3…
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday Dear Jennifer!
Happy birthday … toooooo … YOU!!!
Some of the most interesting things pop up on Craigslist but I think that this one takes the cake. Anyone guys out there in the San Francisco area that want to give her a call? And I’d like to know if she won the bet. So let me know. [via Jay, who is still refusing to contact her. Wimp.]
I’m still very tentative about writing this, but at the same time I don’t want my last post from last night to sound like I was bragging – and in the sleepy haze of the morning hours it’s like a bad hangover when you’ve partied too hard.
This week is always a rough week for me. I get very nostalgic for the days of the blissful (ha!) relationship with the Insignificant Other. I guess that’s what happens when you have 8 birthdays together while you are dating. Funny how you sugar coat things when they have become distant memories, isn’t it? Because when I stop and think about it, blissful is the last word to use to describe the relationship.
Going to the baseball game last night was a ton of fun – but the minute I rounded the corner and saw the field it brought back a flood of memories too – the IO is a huge baseball fan, and for years we couldn’t wait for the new park to open. We had a lot of fun times at games. (Truly fun, not like my sugar-coated bliss above.)
Life moves on, although sometimes I’ve been slow to follow. Ironically, he swore when we broke up that I would just jump right in to a new relationship. Other than a few scattered dates, I haven’t dated since I dated him. But there are always certain times of year when a single girl gets misty-eyed, wishing she wasn’t quite so single. For me, it’s Valentine’s Day, my birthday, and Christmas. Do I want him back? No. Am I single by choice right now? Yes. But this week still makes me a bit edgy. I got through it fine last year though – with only a slight insane lapse of trying to get back together with him. That went nowhere. I’ve had no contact with him at all in 2002, and this week will be no exception. However, it’s the little things this week that bring me a ton of joy. Saturday’s gathering with the H-Town bloggers. Saturday night’s get-together at the boss’s house. Watching my son enjoy the baseball game last night. Being around people I love and adore. It’s the little things that keep me from being the cliche emotional mess right now.
So if I sounded like I was gloating last night, that’s far from the case. I am still stunned with the success of Picture Yourself. I never expected the attention it’s getting. However, in such a simple way, it’s a fantastic slightly early birthday treat…
Well, look at what I found… Yahoo! Search and Directory – What’s New for September 24, 2002 … “Picture Yourself – photos of you — priceless. (in Photograpy > Group Exhibits)”. Yahoo! Picks in the right sidebar. And MovableType’s Spotlight sites.
Excuse me while I pick myself up off the floor.
Whoa. Dude. My boss, Brian, is always talking about how he’ll hear about something he has never heard of, and then later hear something else about it. I’ve had it happen to me too, but tonight it’s actually documented! I wrote the post earlier about Guilty Pleasures. Ed K. left a comment behind, saying that, “A “guilty pleasure” should be something that was meant to be good, turned out trashy, and became so trashy with time, that it becomes good to laugh at. The ultimate backhanded compliment. “Bluebeard”, starring Richard Burton, Raquel Welsh, and Joey Heatherton … now *THAT’S* a Guilty Pleasure.”
Ok, I’ve never seen “Bluebeard”. I don’t think I’ve ever even heard of it.
Now I’m watching “Mr. Wrong” on the Tivo. I recorded it one night in a fit of insanity. This guy asks Ellen if she wants to “come over after work tonight – they’re doing a worst of Richard Burton film festival over at San Diego State. We could see “Bluebeard” with Joey Heatherton.”
Yes, I paused the Tivo just so I could write this post. The psychic vibes were too strong to not document them properly.