saying goodbye to 11 inches

Holy shit, y'all. I really did it.

My hair is now 11 inches shorter, and though I cannot say that I like the end-result yet... I can say that I feel an overwhelming sense of relief now that it's over.

The lovely people at Oggi (hair salon) were cutting hair for free yesterday, on the condition that you donated a minimum of 10 inches to Locks of Love. And, as most of you know, I planned on donating to this organization once I worked up the nerve... but the nerve never came- until this Friday.

I'm not quite ready to post a picture yet-- call me narcissistic, but my mother always told me: "Your hair is all you have."

Final Installment

Michael J. Fox, Ben Cardin, and stem cell research

Click Here to visit Ben Cardin's website.

Click Here to donate to Ben Cardin for U.S. Senate.

The stakes are high, people. Please vote. And vote well.

Beach Weekend

There a few things in this world that are better than a beach weekend in October... VERY few things. Sometimes, no matter how much I appreciate city-life, it's only when I get to Fenwick Island that I realize how much I appreciate "shell therapy."

Yes kids- this weekend I went to the beach with MS and BD and we had a delicious time. Delicious, in that we pretty much ate our way through the Delmarva coast. It was pretty great.

Other highlights:

• Can someone tell me where Bridgeville is? Maryland? Delaware? How about Rt. 16?
  
• Shock trauma helicopter... Exciting, until our tummies grumbled.
• What does a person eat for dinner @ 11pm? Burgers, Brie and Tenderloin, por supuesto!
• "Shell Therapy": Hits the spot, every time.
• The Outlets: Where a girl (or three) can really do some damage.
  
• Three trips to Oby Lee's in two days? Totally normal. Also normal? Discussing potential names for a ficticious coffee-shop/wine bar/bookstore/library.
• Some of my unappreciated names:
• French Revolution
• No Absolutes
• Siesta
• Bastille Day
• Suck This.
• "Can I have five cookies please?"
• The Godfather. Trilogy.
• "I just bought a TV... at Walmart" :(
• I can taste the gas. I know it.
• Somehow, the Indigo Girls always seem to say it best.
  

Ahh yes, beaching it is great fun... Especially with great friends. Certainly fun enough for me to forget, almost completely, the subsequent asthma attack and temporary nausea of Saturday night ;) Thanks ladies.

Suggestion #1

Wow. Don't all of you jump at the same time. Seriously. Any more blog-name suggestions, and I might have to call a moratorium on the request.

Oh wait- just kidding. I've received but one suggestion, albeit an interesting one, but it is my only suggestion. Kids- I expected better from you.

However, in honor of this one sole suggestion- I've decided to try a give it a whirl.

The suggestion was made to write a "DietCokeGirl loves Jen Moseley" post- and that I can do b/c I do, indeed, adore Jen Moseley. Who is Jen Moseley, you ask? Allow me a bit of background (thanks feministing):

Jen (it’s not short for Jennifer) Moseley, a 27-year-old Philadelphia native, works for NARAL Pro-Choice America in Washington, DC. Prior to joining NARAL Pro-Choice America in 2002, Jen worked at the National Abortion Federation. She has been involved in the Reproductive Rights movement forever, as she was lucky enough to study under the most amazing feminist icon you’ve never heard of - her mother.

When not enjoying bad horror movies (especially those involving “teenagers” and “the woods”), you can find Jen celebrating her favorite holiday: Happy Hour. Jen loves everything blue, and is always on the phone.


Aside from these magical facts (all true), she happens to be a kick-ass co-worker. I know this because sometimes, when she's feeling generous, she lets me follow her around like a lost puppy. She's cool like that. I know I already posted this once, but it bears repeating... behold, young pro-choice activists in action:

Cool, right? I think so.

She's also the newest contributor to one of my favorite blogs: feministing
Example A
Example B

Yeah. Jen rocks. And so, she suggested I let my audience (of 5? maybe 6?) know... And for the record: unless someone actually responds to my inquiry about changing the name of this blog, you're going to be introduced to the wonderful world of Jen Moseley for a good long while. So, you know, do what you gotta do.

That is all.

P.S. iHeart Jen- let's not get confused. But do I need to heart her every day? Likely not. So speak up, blogosphere!

the "POOF"

I work in an office that's 86% women (I arrived at this percentage as scientifically as the process was for determining that I was part of the 23% of employees-of-color at my job, but that's another discussion for another time).

As part of that 86%, I know that our bathroom can get a bit, erm, comfy. To combat said comfiness, our bathroom is equipped with an air freshener that is either on a timer or senses the need for air freshening and emits a POOF of fragrant freshness. I, personally, prefer to think that it's on a timer because the alternative is too humiliating.

Almost every time I enter the bathroom, I hear it... POOF(!)

um... what are you trying to tell me, bathroom genie?