Me: “Is there anything weird on me?”
Me: “Is there something weird on me? Toilet paper? Dirt? Is my bra hanging out?”
I was talking to Dad on the phone and ordering a salad in Sheetz at lunch today. Once I hung up with him, I realized that people, both employees and non-employees, were staring at me and smirking. As I grabbed my salad and went to leave, I dared a peek over my shoulder only to find two employees staring at me and laughing REALLY HARD.
Though it slammed my inner self all the way back to 9th grade and falling up the stairs while people chortled…
I’m not offended.
I’m not upset.
I simply want to know what horrible thing I said in public to make the people laugh. I want to laugh, too, dammit. Since my coworkers confirmed that I, in fact, am not walking around with my underwear hanging out, I assume it’s something I said to my father.
Were we talking about butts? Trump being a colossal idiot? Was I talking about my period?
There are very few things off the table when it comes to conversation with my parents. I was raised in a pretty open household and if you know me, you know that translates into “she cursed like a sailor, never learned how to wear pants in the house, could out-belch her dad at age 12, and was generally encouraged to question authority by both parents (though Mom was delightfully subversive about it, rather than being blunt)”.
So really, when you think about it, nothing is out of the realm of possibility here. I could have literally been talking about ANYTHING. And it was probably horrible.
You’re welcome, Sheetz people.
Sunday was the first time I tried my hand at wedding videography.
Previously, I’d just done informal shoots for work. Quick webinars, recording talks… that kind of thing. But this weekend was a first for me — and I found out I really love it.
Don’t get me wrong: I still love photography deeply. But it’s much more satisfying to capture a moment in its entirety and not have the fear of missing the shot. The camera is already rolling.
I can’t wait to edit this video together and am going to have a really hard time making it fit just one song (that was requested). Maybe I’ll make them a secret long version, as well.
Here’s a small, unedited teaser, with anonymity in mind:
One of these things is not like the other…
I recently had butt surgery. Since then, I’ve had a stitch burst and a horrible time even thinking about the toilet or moving anywhere further than 10 feet.
It’s been rough, y’all.
Because of this, I finally stumbled upon the answer. This is the perfect motivation to eat well. I’m always super conscious of the consequences of my dietary actions now. Ludacris amounts of beef and cheese? No, thank you. Now, I eat a lot of veggies in place of beef and cheese. Surgery was expensive but it was effective in so many ways that I did not forsee.
Sometimes I think about how the job I have now didn’t really exist ten years ago. Social media marketing is a relatively new thing as far as jobs go. With that in mind, realize that my love of history didn’t waste time in branching out onto this train of thought.
As a previous Girl Scout, and current adult, I can confidently endorse this list:
But I am going to talk about it here. There’s less traffic.
I’m having butt surgery on the 30th. I’m not posting about it on Facebook. Everyone feels like they have to share every tiny little detail on there without actually conversing with anyone, and it’s finally starting to grate on me.
No one talks anymore. No one listens. It’s always, “Did you see my…” “Did you see his/her…”.
It’s really depressing. And it’s not just me — several magazines and websites are devoting time to articles on the loneliness and social media phenomenon, how loneliness is a public health problem, and how Britain just appointed a Minister of Loneliness. Seriously, it took a 15-second search to find this stuff.
I guess in response to all of this, I want people to actually approach and interact with me. Call me. Talk to me. Send me a video chat. I haven’t changed my phone number in 15 years — you’ll get me. But I’m not going to post about my surgery on Facebook. It’s like talking into a void with a weird audience that acknowledges with a reaction but isn’t really there.
How is a blog on it different? This is more of a journal to myself (and the bots that watch it) where I can complain into the ether. Is Facebook like that? Maybe a little, for some. But it’s sad that there is such an audience for that. I don’t want to air my problems to people that will have a nanosecond reaction and move onto a Buzzfeed video.
I’ve needed to journal for far too long, but drafts kept backing up. 72 drafts-worth. I felt like I had to impart knowledge, somehow, to be useful. But the need is growing for me to get my thoughts out and this blog (and my hardback version) have to suffice for now.
How can we all have hundreds of “friends” but feel so desperately lonely?
We need to talk.
This year has been an exercise in this, just a little more extreme in ghosting this blog:
I’m looking forward to posting more in 2018.
I wrote this for a work post and thought I’d share it over here.
Sorry I’ve been so absent lately, everyone. I’ve almost gotten over my giant pile of tasks that needed to be finished in order to *just* freelance again. The holidays are intense, y’all. January and hygge-times are coming! ❤
SELF-CARE CHALLENGE, DAY 5: ESSENTIAL OILS – (Instructions and Ideas!)
Today is an excellent day to start dabbling in essential oils. They’re a wonderful, holistic way to cultivate the mood you desire at any given moment, whether you’re stressed or in need of a pick me up.
My favorite blend is comprised of rosehip oil and lavender oil, which is the perfect answer for stressful moments.
My second favorite is peppermint and eucalyptus, with the same rosehip carrier oil. I use it in my morning wake up routine and sometimes when I’m sick. It’s perfect for opening up airways and clearing the fog.
1. Add 15-30 drops of essential oil (or oils) to a 10ml roller bottle or dropper bottle. If you’re more sensitive to smell, please consider going on the low end of the spectrum and working your way up.
2. Fill rest of bottle with your favorite carrier oil.
3. Add top and shake well to mix, label bottle and store in a cool, dry area away from sunlight.
Why don’t you want to put essential oils onto your skin without a carrier oil? Essential oils are just that — all of any plant’s oils that make it potent are distilled to their essential properties. When you do that to a more potent plant (think cinnamon, mint or rosemary), the leaves/bark are gone and only the volatile oils remain. You can actually burn yourself by applying some oils directly to the skin! Using a carrier oil diffuses the volatile oils, making it safer to apply. If you’re making blends at home, make sure to test each on a small portion of skin before using it regularly.
Use your intuition to find a blend that’s right for you. Check online (Pinterest is great!) for new blend ideas. You can even buy extra rollers and make great gifts for your loved ones for Christmas! The possibilities are endless!