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TMI Thursday: a virtual, vocal #facepalm

oh, the humanity. Several months ago Close to a year ago, I had a bloggy birthday giveaway -- and was so excited to award Tina Sandoval with the prize package -- there was a $25 VISA gift card, a love quote frame, and a few other lovely items which I sent her way. Howevs, there was one item I could not ship via US Mail. See, I (ridiculously) promised that I would vlog a karaoke dedication to my giveaway winner. And how hard could that be? I'd have some drinks, get a friend to hit record on a digi camera, and sing my little heart out to some Lisa Loeb or something. Yeaaah... and then I got preggers. And there was no way I was doing that shit stone-cold-sober. So, sadly, I'm yet to make good on the karaoke promise. Until now. Kinda. See, I couldn't bring myself to show my own face on the video. (You didn't want to see me anyway. New baby + maternity leave does not equal a shower every day. Trust .) Here are more reasons that said sing-song is highly humiliati

the days of cosmos and dreams

Home alone on a Friday night, I've indulged in Moe's chicken nachos (not as good as Qdoba!) and the SATC movie. Unthinkably, I hadn't seen the entire film until tonight. In October of 2008, I watched the majority of it at my gal pal's house the morning after her bachelorette party -- didn't get to see it all because hubs came to pick me up about the time Big and Carrie were supposed to get married. Hubs had to take me to retrieve my car from some dank alley in downtown Louisville, as I'd cabbed it back to said girlfriend's place at the end of that night with the drunkest of them. In truth, my car was parked in a gated lot at my uncle-in-laws office. I'd  began that evening at a posh party for Underwired magazine, which hub's aunt and uncle also attended. While drinking free wine and eating fancy food, I met two fabulous lady writers, the wonderfully feministic Javacia Harris and the ever effervescent Maisy Fernandez Draper . I was the teensiest

Call me, on the line -- you can call me, call me... anytime. Call me.

This Saturday evening, the coolest ever thing happened. I Skyped. Not only did I skype, but I skyped with the lovely, talented, wonderful, awesomespice Tina Sandoval . (It was only the conference-call kind of Skype... no video feed. Thankfully. I am pretty sure I was wearing some ratty t-shirt at the time.) Hearing my Sweetest Niblet's voice from the speakers of my little laptop, I felt like I was taking to a gal pal who was right down the street -- not time zones away in Arizona. It. was. divine. We talked about our writing, we chatted about blog posts of the past... we talked for an hour. She, of course, wanted to know when I am going to make good on the vloggy part of her giveaway win, and asked when I would be posting my karaoke-dedication. (I quickly changed the subject.) (But it will happen eventually.) (And by eventually, I clearly mean: don't hold your breath. I have to gear up for it, which means finding just the right song and rehearsing it until I s

we have a winner.

Oh, this is so exciting! I have been looking forward to this alldayspice. I'm pleased as punch to announe that the winner of my bithday/ 100 followers giveaway is none other than... Tina Lynn Sandoval! To whom it may concern, I assigned numbers to each entrant. Tina Lynn had numbers 38-42 for her five entries. Then, I used random.org to select the winner. Out of a whopping 79 entries total, number 42 was selected. Now, she thought she only deserved 4 entries because instead of just saying I was pretty she said: #amberishot. I gave her five anyway. It's my blog, so I reserved the right to do that. Kthanx. The thought of vlogging my karaoke dedication to my sweetest niblet has me feeling a bit weepyspice. I can't wait to go out and get my sing-song on. Let me just say, though, that it may be a few weeks before I can deliver on this promise. I am recovering from some nasty sickness in which I cough up my lung on the regular. You'll all just have to be patient. So, T

i'm smitten

Well, I never. You people put yesterday on my toptendaysinlife list. I can't tell you how much all your birthday wishes (and compliments!) meant to me. Special thanks to my Sweet Niblet , Fiction Groupie , Sierra Godfrey , Mehlane , and Diana for making #itsambersbirthday a trendy trending topic on Twitter. However, no one could have outdone my main blog squeeze over at Vita Brevis , who dedicated an entire post to me  yesterday. No, seriously. The post was about me. I inspired it. Go there now and read it.  I'll just give you a snippet, to entice you to click on my linkage: And, while Amber is definitely a very attractive young lady and she's also quite talented and funny, these are not the traits that originally attracted me to her blog and such. Well, it didn't hurt; I'll be honest there. However, the thing that made me sit up and take notice? Her love of college basketball, specifically the lowly and woebegone Indiana Hoosiers.   For reals, I read 

pre-birthday and 100 followers! celebration

If you didn't already know, now you do: tomorrow is my birthday! Also, I finally reached 100 followers over the weekend. (Actually, I gained 11 followers, because I signed up for this insane Friday Follow business, in which over 750 people link their blogs and follow each other. I consider this a semi-sell-out move on my part. but I really wanted to reach 100 followers by my birthday. And I did. And I feel awesome. And popular.) And. I get to have the duty 100 Follower Giveaway. Stay tuned for deets... I'll post the giveaway tomorrow. If you'd like, you can feel free to leave suggestions on just what I should give to you in the comments.) Here are a few ideas to warm up your Monday brains: an autographed photo of me a strand of my hair a vlog in which I karaoke (again) and, this time, dedicate the song to you, the winner! (ohh, you could even choose the song!) or, a gift card to a place. you know. the regular kind of give-away gift. Yes, let me know if any o

TMI Thursday: Video Killed the Radio Star

A few things: 1. Clearly, there are really no excuses to justify what you see above, unless you count that it was my bachelorette party, the last stop of the night, and that I didn't puke once and was allowed to sing twice. 2. The heartless bitch  bridesmaid who made this dvd for me is no longer my friend. 3. I once won $50.00 in a karaoke contest. I am not sure I will ever be able to top this post, but here's hoping. Be sure to check out LiLu's TMI Thursday Post-Secret Edition part two!