Posts tagged ‘love’

September 20, 2009

Shop To End SMA

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Friends, I know I’ve been a spotty blogger recently and I can only promise you that classes are about to start for me, my manuscript will be handed in, and my life will settle down considerably thereafter. However, even if you’re totally fed up with me and my flakiness lately, please, please click this link and read about what you can do to help end SMA. From GwendolynStrong.com:

Our daughter, Gwendolyn, has Spinal Muscular Atrophy or SMA Type 1. SMA is the leading genetic killer of infants. It is a terminal, degenerative disease that results in the loss of nerves in the spinal cord and the weakness of the muscles connected with those nerves. SMA impacts the ability to walk, stand, sit, eat, breathe and even swallow. The mind and spirit are no different from that of a healthy baby, but the body eventually fails. Typical babies with SMA Type 1 have a life expectancy of between one and two years and they require around-the-clock medical assistance and monitoring.

I had the honor of attending the same wedding as Gwendolyn Strong and her parents recently, and in that short time I could see how much power and vitality the Strongs impart on the world. Their last name is a fitting tribute to their bond as a family.

Anyway, I’m guessing that many of you read this blog while you’re idling around the Internet, pretending to be busy with other work (that’s when I do MY blog-reading, anyway). So today, read a little bit about Gwendolyn’s story on her family’s blog, then get shopping. You know you were going to anyway. Make those purchases count, people!

FYI, here’s what I’m going to buy through ShopToEndSMA.com: the only thing that has ever fixed my blemishes overnight, the hair treatment because it makes me look like I’m in a Pantene commercial, this gift set because I SWEAR by every single product in it and they’ve never been packaged together before, this because HOLY CRAP A MINERAL MAKEUP THAT HYDRATES OMG OMG I’M DYING WITH HAPPINESS, this because it’s hilarious, and this shirt because it’s classy with just a touch of trollop (which is what I consider myself to be). …and then I will be broke. But at least I’ll know that my dollars went to help end SMA.

Mostly because I’m nosy and want to know what you’re shopping for, you tell me in the comments what you’re going to buy through ShopToEndSMA.com (make sure you include a link to the product) and I’ll give you TWO extra chances to win a KitchenAid Stand Mixer this Wednesday. That’s serious, people.

April 23, 2009

We’ll talk about this later.

I spent aaaaaaall day preparing for and totally friggin’ rocking an interview, so we’ll have to talk about this delicious little effer later:

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But you’ll want to be around for that. Because it’s good. Real good. I have a wee bit more work, followed by 4.5 miles of hard running and some strength training, so I’ll be back soon to over-share with you.

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April 20, 2009

Goin’ on a Blog Hunt

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(image courtesy of the lovely and talented m.writes)

One of my favorite things about the blog world (I REFUSE to say the word blogosphere, just like I refuse to use “blog” as a verb) is being able to get lost in a maze of links that leads you somewhere surprising and wonderful. I was on just such a journey last night when I stumbled across m.writes, which is officially my Favorite New Blog. Do yourself a favor and check her out. She’s an incredible writer, an envy-inducing graphic designer, a talented baker, an adorable mother… And her handwriting? Don’t get me started.

I’m quickly starting to realize that there are rules of etiquette that exist in this blog world. If you love a blog, link to it. If you write a post inspired by another blogger’s idea, give credit. If you have a loyal reader who comments on every post, let him or her know how much you appreciate it. And if you have the opportunity to tell your peeps about the blogs that other people put so much time and effort into, friggin’ do it! Back in February, m.writes started a Blog Hunt and I realized that you would all be so grateful to hear of some of my favorite blog-finds (and no, I am not full of myself; I am as humble and meek as a lamb who everyone loves and thinks is adorable).

So, without further ado, here’s Wiggs’s Totally Awesome Blog Hunt That You’re Super Grateful For.

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March 10, 2009

To boldly go where no Wiggs has gone before

Oh, my lord, you guys, I am TOTALLY GEEKING OUT RIGHT NOW. Breeeathe…breeeathe…

So guess. what. I. did. for. lunch. today.

Me and George Takei!!!

Me and George Takei!!!

I MET MR. SULU!!! Dude. It was amazing. HE is amazing. See how strained I am in the picture above? It’s because I’m trying to keep my skull from exploding with excitement.

He came to Northwestern Law School today to talk about his life as a Japanese-American, gay actor.

If my camera didn't blow chunks, you'd be able to see how close I was!

If my camera didn't blow chunks, you'd be able to see how close I was!

As Dave’s fiance, I got to sneak in, grab a seat in the FRONT ROW (that’s right, I made eye contact with him like fifteen or sixteen times!), and gorge myself on pad thai while he told us about his experiences.

I’m about to get all serious and preachy, so only read more if you can stomach some political opinions.

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March 8, 2009

Inspiration

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I’m obsessed with collecting quotes and little pieces of wisdom. Here are three of my favorites. Share some of yours in the comments!

After all these years, I see that I was mistaken about Eve in the beginning; it is better to live outside the Garden with her than inside it without her.
Adam’s Diary by Mark Twain

It is never too late to be what we might have been.
George Eliot

I must learn to love the fool in me–the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries. It alone protects me against that utterly self-controlled, masterful tyrant whom I also harbor and who would rob me of human aliveness, humility, and dignity but for my fool.
Theodore I. Rubin

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March 6, 2009

10 reasons I love Canadians: From ‘eh’ to ‘zed’

You may or may not know that I am marrying a Canadian. That’s right – in five months’ time, I’ll be a Canuck by marriage. I know a lot of us Yanks like to make fun of our little sister to the north, but I gotta say: since getting to know the maple-lovers, I’m kind of smitten. (Random: Look at this kid on Yahoo trying to “understand” Canadians. See, Americans are trying. We’re just ignorant about the ways of your people.)

So get in the line-up, grab a nice cold glass of homo milk, count your loonies, put on your touque, and don’t be a hoser. Canadians are totally sweet. Here are the 10 reasons I love ’em.

Reason 1: Their Prime Minister Foreign Minister (thanks Kelsey!) probably got jiggy with our Secretary of State. I say “probably” but I actually believe it. I mean, if the NY Times covered it…then it has to be true. Anyway, I don’t blame Condi. Canadians are hot and extremely polite, if I do say so myself.

You could cut the sexual tension with a knife!

You could cut the sexual tension with a knife!

Reason 2: Trebek.

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I'll take "Sexy Moustaches" for four-hundred, Alex.

Click here to read the rest of the reasons for Canada’s supreme awesomeness

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March 6, 2009

“Before” pictures

For extra motivation, I got Dave to take “before” pictures of me last night. I’m actually glad that I have them, because I finally get to see my body from all angles without having to futz around with two mirrors and awkward neck-craning techniques.

And though I love you all very much, I will not be posting these pictures…at least not until I have “after” shots, too. However, I know how obnox that is (since I’m writing about it and all) so I traced the images with a black pen to give you an idea. And NO I am NOT going to put them on the front page of my blog. You’ll have to click the “Read more” link to see my hotness. UPDATE: OKAY FINE I’ll put them on the front page. You’re right, all you people who emailed me, I should own my “before” body and be excited about what’s in store for it in the months ahead.

Here are the images. Yes, I know that my butt looks square and all I can really say is that I think it looks that way in person, too. My butt is actually the part of my body that gets the most compliments (no clue why, since it’s my least favorite part), so apparently there’s a square-butt revolution going on. Just call me Grand Mistress Quadrilateralbuttockia.

I have pretty severe scoliosis, so that's why I look like I'm leaning to my left (don't you feel sorry for me?! Maybe I should go on America's Next Top Model.

I have pretty severe scoliosis, so that's why I look like I'm leaning to my right (don't you feel sorry for me?! Maybe I should go on America's Next Top Model.

The reason I’m posting this is because I’m hoping that you’ll all see that I’m a pretty normal gal. I don’t love working out (yet), I’m a bit of a nutritional novice, and I have some goals for myself that are going to be hard to achieve. But if you follow along, you’ll get to see the progress I make – and hopefully you’ll be making progress, too! (And when you’re not seeing my progress, you’ll read my rants about television and hear about what I’m cooking in the kitchen.) Let’s learn together. Cue sappy music

Click here to read my little body-image exercise that you can try tonight!

February 28, 2009

And with a love like that, you know you should be glad

One of my favorite blogs, Le Love, posted this today:

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There’s a lotta truth in there*, especially for people in a new relationship (or relayshe, as I call it. I like to abbreve my words). I did some Google-stalking of this Pasha Malla character, and it turns out that this quote is from an advice column he wrote for The Morning News. Please read it. It’s hilarious and touching. Par example:

If she plays pointedly with strangers’ babies at the park, intermittently looking over to you with an expression that says, “See?”: She loves you.

I’m guilty of doing that. I knew I loved Dave when I downloaded all of his favorite music and memorized the lyrics to every song so that if we were ever together when one came on, he would be super-impressed that I knew the words and would think, “Wow, this chick has GREAT taste in music! I think I’ll marry her!” (It worked, apparently.)

Pasha Malla wrote a companion article to “Does She Love You?” called, you guessed it, “Does He Love You?” Also worth reading, though this one is more funny than sentimental.

If the first time he meets your parents he talks for the entire dinner in that weird, overly enunciated, slightly high-pitched voice he uses for phone interviews for jobs he never gets—what you assume he thinks sounds polite but just comes across as effete and pitiful, and also somehow British—and when it’s time for good-byes outside the restaurant he hugs your mom a little too long and shakes your dad’s hand a little too vigourously and thanks them—again—for “the splendid meal,” smiling, smiling, and then as your folks drive away in a flash the gaiety sags into total, annihilated exhaustion—he loves you, the poor guy.

Dave didn’t do that, but he did put his foot in & overturn our doberman’s 2-gallon bowl of water within five minutes of meeting my folks. He didn’t know what to do first: empty his waterlogged shoe or frantically try to scoop up the giant sheet of water spreading through our dining room. And I laughed at him! The fact that he didn’t walk out right then and there was DEFINITELY proof that he loved me.

What did you do when you loved your significant other? How did you know he or she loved you? Leave your answers in the comments!

 

*Oh, but for the record, my dad doesn’t make me sad. He makes me proud and hopeful. I feel sad for other people whose dads aren’t as wise and funny as my dad is.

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