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"Crime is naught but misdirected energy."

~Emma Goldman

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If You Moust, You Moust.

"Pink is the navy blue of India."
~Diana Vreeland

Disclaimer/Apology/Writer's Note: I told you I'd hurry up and push that last picture of me lower into the depths of blog archives by blogging again soon... you just didn't know it was going to be replaced by a picture of my feet, did you? Don't you worry. Once again, this is incentive to blog again soon. What will be up next? Hmmm...

Last Saturday, I decided I'd gone long enough without a professional pedicure. I'll admit that I used to frequent the nail salon at least every two or three months and get a pedicure. But when I started re-prioritizing my funds so that I could make a certain larger purchase top-priority (more blogging on that later), I eased off the self-pampering indulgent whims.

But by Saturday, I'd had enough. Really. My toes were a mess and no amount of my own babying of them was going to make a difference anymore. So off to Sky Nails I drove. In an unexpected move, I veered from my almost religious allegiance to OPI's reddish hue "I'm Not Really A Waitress" and picked out three colors--all pink. (I know. This kind of news, unprecedented change in polish color, is definitely front-page-worthy.) Nothing screams summer more than a bright pink toenails, right? So, I brought all three shades to the chair and continued to mull over my choice as my feet soaked. Finally, with the help of my new found friend, Susan, in the seat next to me, I went with "If "You Moust, You Moust."

"If You Moust, You Moust" is the quintessential pink polish. It has this creamy bright Pepto Bismol look. (Hate it already? Don't.) Perfectly bright, yet light and feminine, its shiny creme finish looks great, makes me smile every time I see my toes, and is a perfect divergence from my norm. I will, however, admit that every time I've looked at my toes since Saturday, I have done a mental double-take and reminded myself that these are, in fact, MY toes. My PINK toes.

So for the first pedicure of the year -- Yes, it IS the first of 2012... all you who think I pamper myself all the time, pshaw. I haven't had one since December -- so for the first of the year, I think it was a success. AND I met a new friend, Susan, who also did her toes pink. All in all, a perfect Saturday splurge.

And that, my friends, is exactly what you wanted to read about (not to mention, be forced to see a picture) today, right? Thought so.

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A happy life with a few guilty pleasures.

"Don't put off your happy life."
~Anyone Smart

Okay, so now that I've broken the silence, I feel like I can share all my random thoughts again. Like...

... I know you've missed me (come on, indulge me...just nod and smile), so I'm including a picture of me so you remember what I look like. And no I don't always wear glasses, but I am about the blindest person I know. Except for my friend Janet. She's definitely blinder. You know, the kind of blind that only makes you a candidate for hard contacts and not soft. Coke-bottle-blind.

... A picture of me at the top of this post ensures that I will post again soon, so I don't see myself full screen every time I come to my blog. The picture of Will and Kate was just fine. But a picture of me... don't worry, I'll move that down soon with a new post.

... I'm addicted to the Bachelorette. Okay, now don't get all judgmental on me. I don't even own a TV. I don't watch any other TV, especially no other reality TV. But I really love the Bachelorette/Bachelor. Especially this season. (Don't worry, I hated last season. Ben and Courtney? Ugh.) But, I just love Emily. She's just got a good head on her shoulders. I didn't know I could love a blonde, Barbie doll with a brain, southern belle as much as I do. But I do. And heaven knows I love Arie and his kissing. My goodness. I think he's in the top three for his sweet lip-locking moves alone. He's a pretty tasty treat, I tell ya. But there are two more: Sean and Jef with one f. This is going to be tough. I'm already nervous. Decisions, decisions. What to do? What to do? Eek. I'll get through it. ;)

... I love fireworks. Love them. I had a really-no-so-great day at work today. Felt like crying and screaming and punching people in the face. All at the same time. (Be happy you weren't there.) But tonight, I went to a fireworks show (the 3rd of July one I've gone to every year for the last 6 years--each of the four years prior to that, I was out of the country) and the fireworks lighting up the sky and ka-booming deep into my chest cavities immediately elevated my mood. Because let's face it...work was not fun. People stepping on my blanket spread out on the grass so neat and perfect was not so fun (when did I turn into a blanket nazi with a nasty stink eye punishment for those who cross into my territory?). But fireworks spraying through the sky to a round of patriotic songs. Yeah, enough to warm up a girl's cold heart. Love them.

... So, my lovely friend Sharona is a clothes designer. And she has two new dresses being sold by Shabby Apple. How cool is that? She's a pretty talented go-getter who is still humble and loads of fun. And her dresses? Beautiful. Shabby Apple is having a 20% site-wide sale, so I went ahead and purchased this pretty thing in cobalt blue. Serenade. I like the name, too. And don't you worry for a second... I'll be taking pictures and posting when it arrives. (Did I just commit myself to that? I think so...sigh) Here is the other one too. Rhapsody. I think I'll name my first child Rhapsody. (Who am I?)

... I have a tan. But you'd never know it. You probably think I'm the whitest person you've ever seen. I probably am. But. But, the skin you can see has seen the sun. And gosh darn it, it's tan. Freckly, yes. But nevertheless, still tan.

... I'm also addicted to this crazy little beta app for android called Sea Battle Live. Thanks a lot, Brian. I play it on my phone every day. Every. single. day. I know the attraction will fade soon enough, as it has with Draw Something and Words with Friends. I know, strange that my attraction to a word game has faded--I think I just value my time (and my naps) more than I do games right now. But for now, it's a fun little blow-em-up little game.

... All the pictures you're going to see coming up on future blog posts are from my phone. I apologize in advance for the fuzziness and poor quality. My phone doesn't take half bad pictures. But maybe they're a quarter bad.

... Häagen-Dazs. Three flavors. Vanilla. Chocolate chocolate chip. Pistachio. Oh, that pistachio. One scoop of each. Tiny bites of each flavor on the spoon at the same time. I'm kind of addicted.

... I've driven 7,000 miles in the last six months. I can prove it. :)

... I think I've revealed all my current guilty pleasures tonight. Who does that all in one sitting?

... I really love my life.

... Is 12:12 lucky just like 11:11? I hope so because that's when I'm posting this.

Love you all and happy birthday to the USA and happy liberty-filled lives to us!

... Um, I just noticed that my last post was also posted at 12:12. Exactly 12 hours ago. I think this is a sign. A good one, I hope. :)

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Still standing on the face...

of the earth, if not the blogosphere. Sorry for my absence. Like you care. But I do. And I will be catching you up on regular programming. Promise. A few trips. A few purchases. A few pictures. :) It will be fun. We'll have tea. Well, I'll have tea. You'll have to make yourself some and pull up a chair and pretend like we're tea-ing together.

But for now... happy birthday to my Fit today and happy birthday to our country tomorrow!

(Oh, and this whole new blogger dashboard interface thing... I guess I'll get used to it. Supposedly it's streamlined to make things easier for me to find. I don't see it that way, yet. But I'll give it time. Change. Pshaw.)
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