Big Girl Underoos

I went into a Forever 21 store today. Turns out, that's just the name of the store, not an actual attainable state of being. Unless, perhaps, you're under 21 and/or deluded. I walked in, saw very small articles of clothing made of super cheapo materials being fondled by hoardes of 14 years olds, and hightailed it out of there. There happened to be a mall security guard standing at the entrance (clue number two that I wasn't in the right place and should make my way to Ann Taylor Loft toot suite) and as I left I said to him, "I don't think I'm 21 anymore." I don't think he got it. But I did end up buying a slammin' dress at JCPenney instead. Ok, 3 slamming dresses. What? I have 3 weddings and 2 rehearsal dinners to attend this summer. But the first slammin' dress was a total impulse buy simply because I tried it on, it fit, and I've had an off the shoulder bias dress fetish for awhile now (see this post from 1 year ago.) Now I just need a ...

Wait, let me explain... I'm going to a conference this weekend. A personal training conference. Only one other person I know will be there and he's unlikely to socialize with me much. I think this is a rite of passage after which I'll be a real personal trainer. Not that I'm not now, but think about it - what if you did a 180 degree career change and then went to a conference about that career? It would be a pretty big deal yes? Actually, I don't know if I've ever gone to a conference "by myself." It's always been with colleagues. This could be fun, or terrifying. Luckily, I'll be staying at a friend's house so if I feel the need for companionship (or skipping class) I'll have ready access.

I witnessed 50 people streaking across campus today. What did you do?

How come whenever I'm away from a computer I think of the most fabulous, witty, and dare I say, profound things to blog about but whenever I sit down in front of a keyboard I turn into Gomer Pile or an amnesia patient? If you can figure that out you might win a prize. Not the Nobel, but perhaps a Webby or something. Which reminds me of a thing I was listening to on NPR today about "The Woman Who Can't Forget " "... Jill Price is able to recall every detail of every single day of her life since she was the age of 12. Her book is called " The Woman Who Can't Forget " and Price will tell us what happens to her when she recalls the memory of, say, that first kiss...and that first break up." Can you imagine? It would be nice to remember every happy thing but what about every slight, every insult, every embarrassment, every grudge, every moment of high school? Dear God! That would suck. Talk about needing therapy. Our brain was made to compartmenta...

Holy moly. Just watch this. If it doesn't make you want to stretch and get better balance I don't know what will.

I don't think I've ever seen this happen. In fact, I didn't think it could happen. Ladies and gentlemen, my shampoo and conditioner ran out at the same time . Never before have I been able to replace both with something new and follicularly exciting. Usually, I have to have either mismatched products (for example: tea tree oil shampoo and color enhancing conditioner) or three bottles of each cluttering up the important bath lip real estate in order to have "matching" hair products. Needless to say I am very happy with this new development.