I'm a conservative. But this makes me happy.

A magical whim

I went shopping with a friend today to help her find a dress for cheap to wear to a wedding in Florida. On a whim, I went into white house/black market.

Note: Ashlee should never follow whims.

So I start looking at the racks that say "Additional 50% off". And then I find this dress. And then I tried it on. And the sales lady brought me a pair of shoes to really get the idea of how it would look. And I bought the fancy dress for which I have no occasion to wear.

But it was on super-duper-extra-clearance, so it's ok?

I have to decide by Tuesday. To switch from B-to-the-D-to-the-double-E-R to Waukesha. There's nothing funny about the name Waukesha. In fact it's hard to say. Anyone have a thought? I'm gonna try more wine.

Sigh

I'm ok being single. Society is obviously not ok with me being single. I keep trying to look into interesting things in this city that I've never experienced. For instance, First Fridays at the Milwaukee Art Museum. The next scheduled event is in February and features a round of speed dating.

Mind you this is a month after I discovered a great new local grocery store held First Friday events too. "On the Market in the Market".

Seriously folks. Some people enjoy art and food. Do we really need to make everything a dating game?

Bad Luck Panties

They're at it again. I have worn them once without a negative incident. Today was not that day. I decided to buck superstition and wear the bad luck panties. Then I decide to visit a coffee shop that I hadn't visited in a very long time, but remember being fabulous. The roommate and I arrived at 2:55. It closed at 3. We spied a runner-up coffee shop. Closed at 3. Sigh. Bad luck panties strike again.

Best New Year's Celebration EVER

I've never "gone out" on New Year's. Nor have I been a part of couple on New Year's. I was feeling pretty crappy about the latter for no good reason. I had decided that several bottles of wine and several chick flicks would be my hip-hopping celebration. Especially since a ticket to the Big Apple with my friends would be a little out of my price range.

BUT....

I saw a review of New Year's Eve celebrations in the Shepherd. The roommate and I discussed how Brookfield's hair band party would have to suck major monkey balls. Then we stumbled on Mad Planet's retro dance party. $10 gets you food and champagne toast - the party would go until 4 am. We made it to 3:30. I'll work on the stories this week, and post them in the comments of this entry.

I deserve a cookie.

Irony

My truck was broken into. And how sad is it that they didn't steal my Willie Nelson CDs. Sheesh. People today.

Merry Christmas

I don't care about politics. Merry Christmas. Or, if you're Mary, Mary Christmas:)

In season

When are daisies in season? See, I want some, but I don't know if it would be crazy to go in search of some right now.

Newsflash

Not very broken up about the latest break up. It's been, oh, maybe five days. I think officially, he did the breaking up, but the feeling has to be mutual since I'm really thinking this is the best thing that we've done since about August.

Anyhow, its back to normal for me. I've already said no to two coffee invites. The only thing better for your self esteem than getting asked to coffee by a fella is having the perogative to say no. It's been about 7 months since I said no. I'm feeling empowered and very hot!

Fabulous Book!

excerpt:
The house in Berlin was enormous, and even though he'd lived there for nine years he was still able to find nooks and crannies that he hadn't fully finished exploring yet. There were even whole rooms - such as Father's office, which was Out Of Bounds At All Times And No Exceptions - that he had barely been inside. However, the new house had only three floors: a top floor where all three bedrooms were and only one bathroom, a ground floor with a kitchen, a dining room and a new office for Father (which, he presumed, had the same restrictions as the old one), and a basement where the servants slept.

John Boyne writes like a child thinks. He paints a very wonderful portrait and makes you fall in love with a little boy's adventures.

This should be mandatory reading for everyone.

I created an Amazon wishlist to remind myself of what I want to read.

stupid computer is stupid broken and has to be stupid sent out. hiatus expected.

in the meantime, i'll be here.

i'm gonna go eat worms.

HELP!

So, I've decided to tell my mom about the boy. But I don't know how.

So, I rubbed this old oil lamp the other day, and out popped this hottie fella. Turns out, it was a genie lamp! I've never had the opportunity to wish for three things before. I don't want to wish for a million bucks. What should I wish for?

1. To meet Madeleine L'Engle over a long lunch and discuss her theological and philosophical ideas.
2. A wardrobe of classic Chanel suits, D&G accessories, Stella and Dior gowns, a lifetime supply of the "perfect white shirt" and every shoe that I wish I could buy for myself but can't.
3. To understand boys - and not get mad about how they are.

I think that ought to do for now.

Cheers!

So, since my mother doesn't read this blog, I have one wonderful thing to shout from the rooftops. Although, I bet if my mother does someday join the revolution of all things pertaining to communication but not email, I would be the first post she finds is the picture of my tattoo, and the second one would be about the boy. This post will be third on that list. And then we won't talk for years.

Anyhow, women, this post is for us. Birth control rocks. Now that my body has fully adjusted, I love it. No cramps. One day - only one day! - of moodiness. Only 3 days of actual periodness. Bliss! Absolute bliss! For more than a decade, I've had 7 horrendous days of anemic weakness. I've had to sleep 12 hours a day to be functional for those 7 days. I have had to down a bottle of advil to not experience mind blowing pain of midgets stabbing my uterus. I've gone from lighthearted laughter to blind-red-crazy anger to amazing bleary-eyed depression. And I've heard of the wonder of birth control..... But my mother.... And how women become big sluts of lots of sex having when they start birth control.... And sex panties.....

If only I had known. I would have taken all the heat, snuck to the ob-gyn behind my mom's back.

In short, Nuvaring, I salute you!

I voted...

And once again, I am in the minority. Seriously folks, eight years straight, and I can't pick a winner. The next election, the candidates' slogan should read, "Vote for me - Ashlee isn't!"

The greatest place on earth?

I just roadtripped with Ellie and Deidre to the Mall of America. Many a fella did not understand.

"Where are you going?"
"Minneapolis."
"Why?"
"To shop at the Mall of America."
"That's it?"

I suppose the Y chromosome does change one's view of vacationing and roadtripping. But 5 - 6 hours is not too much time to spend on the road to come away with 2 pairs of shoes, a pair of boots, 2 pair of dress pants, 4 tops and several books. And that's just my trappings....

Plus, at least one coffee shop on every floor? Tell me that's not heaven, I double dog dare you!

i found a cute song. here are the lyrics.