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Miss Lila Belle is sportin’ a new haircut. She looks like a little puppy again!
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I apparently have a relative named Bud McNutt. This may be the
awesomist discovery EVAR.
So apparently, in these past 29 days of laxidasicality (among other
things, and other monikers of which I have called this last
tumultuous/insane/awful/challenging/trying/life-changing month), I have
found myself much more lax in blog-reading as I used to be. Which is
ironic, in fact, since I have all of this TIME on my hands (time, time,
and more time) and before I was constantly swamped with one thing or
another. You’ll also notice that I’ve not only been a poor blog-reader,
but also a poor blog WRITER to boot. Hey, don’t hate, I’ve been intentionally vague about the things that have been happening in my life but let it suffice to say that my IM status message is "Live through this and you won’t look back." Anyhoo.
Helen Jane – my dear, awesome, amazing, inspiring, motivating friend – tagged me a few weeks ago in a bit of virtual blog-tag. Except I’ve been too wrapped up in the stuff I’ve been wrapped up in and missed her "tag" entirely. Egads! All this time I’ve been "IT", the proverbial Goose (as in "duck, duck…") and I’ve been sitting here like a bump on a log, naive that it’s my turn to chase the person around the circle. Well, all that’s changing today, kids. I’m IT, and as per the rules of the game, I have to share seven random/little-known-facts about myself with all y’all. I’m late enough on this, so without further ado…
1. If I were a boy, I wouldn’t have a name.
Ok, I’m sure that 30 years later my parents would finally have decided upon one, but at the time of my birth, they had NO idea what I would be called if I had indeed been a boy. Good thing I’m not (and not only for my fabulous rack. Heh.)
2. The first boy I kissed showed up at my 5-year High School reunion and I had no idea who he was.
This is only strange because he wasn’t from my town and the only reason he was there was because he was dating (and eventually married, and is rumored to have since divorced) one of my best friends from Middle School. It took me over an hour to realize who he was (person in an unexpected location and all that) which I feel pretty bad about. So, sorry, Jon McConnell. Hope you’re doing well (and are still cute. Because I am.)
3. When I was younger, I tried to convince my parents to call me "Joanie."
As in "…Loves Chachi" fame.
4. I am petrified of gangplanks.
Without going into the whole saga, I’ve had these awful dreams for years that include steel grates and ladders and it wasn’t until I was going to Tim Ferriss’s "Worlds Colliding" party that I realized that the culmination of all of this is a Battleship replete with a gangplank. I nearly had a panic attack getting on that ship. Don’t foresee a career in the Navy any time soon for myself.
5. I hate olives, onions, mustard, pickles, peppers and (sometimes) peanut butter.
Read: I have strange food aversions.
6. I have kissed a set of identical twins.
Not at the same time. And wasn’t 100% sure that I was smooching Brian, not David. Or vice versa. Whatever. It was High School.
7. I have never told anyone I was romantically involved with "I Love You."
The tragic part isn’t that statement, but is the fact that I have never been in love. One of these days (I keep telling myself…)
And now, after seeing all that, I’m sending myself directly to therapy. But not before I follow the rest of the rules for the meme (which I copied directly from HelenJane’s blog):
1. Link to the person’s blog who tagged you.
2. Post these rules on your blog.
3. List seven random and/or weird facts about yourself.
4. Tag seven random [?] people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.
5. Let each person know that they have been tagged by posting a comment on their blog.
Ok. I’m down with 1-3; foregoing 4-5. After all, I have some serious therapy to get to.
Originally posted on aubs.vox.com
…But apparently, I, too, am a New Media Douchebag.
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1350 white lights, nearly 100 ornaments and one strained back later, I
present you with the first look at my beautiful 8-foot Frasier Fir.
(you can’t see in this photo, but there are three wrapped presents
under it too!)
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Our friend Tim Ferriss, author of The 4-Hour Workweek and all around awesome guy, hosted a party this Saturday on a WW2 Battleship. Named the "Worlds Colliding" party, he invited those who helped with the LitLiberation campaign to say thanks for their participation. I overcame my aversion (and subsequent near-hyperventilation) to the wobbly gangplank and was glad I did; I would have missed out on great conversation and super interesting people otherwise. You can check out the whole story on bub.blicio.us.
Thanks, Tim, for a fabulous evening (and Brian, for documenting it so beautifully!)
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Belated photo from our camping trip this summer. I could use a bit of calm these days.
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The whole crew went to go see Stars on Tuesday. Now, since they’ve been on repeat in my car/on my iPhone/iTunes/iPod for nearly a year, I knew it would be an amazing show. What I hadn’t expected, however, was how kickass Bimbo’s is as a venue (HOW HOW HOW haven’t I been there before!?) and how I would know (and sing along with) literally every song, each one screaming “OMG this is like one of my FAVORITES” only to repeat that as each new song they sang. At one point, I realized I didn’t have a drink, but refused to leave my awesome spot because I was going to possibly miss another one of my “OMG, Favorite song”s.
Yes. You read that correctly. I love Stars more than alcohol.
And you thought that day may never come.
When I started this website, it was my one foray into the fantastic world of the Magical Interweb. Six years later, though, times have changed, and it seems that nearly every day a new social network pops up. So if this site doesn’t give you your daily Aubrey fix, you can check me out over here. And there. And also there…ok, just see below.
My daily thoughts (often based in minutia) can be found on my Twitter page – sneak preview below:
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