You might have heard me shrieking earlier.    

And not because my friend and I were seated in what seemed like a lover’s corner table at lunch today.

(Hello, oddness to the fourth power. I’m not canoodling with her even if she got insulted when I told her I wouldn’t. *smirk*)

We ate the biggest lunch ever followed by some ridiculous dessert (and I even ate some of the dessert off her plate. I totally need to have some shame.).

Afterwards, I’m not sure what possessed us to head over to a few Madison Avenue stores to shop for evening wear and then to a department store to bikini shop.

I mean, I have LA coming up at the end of the week and she’s got Florida a few days after so yes we were in need of a swimsuit of some kind but oh heavens.

What’s worse than living in the land of delusion?

Not having the mirrors that are supposed to be deceiving and make you size skinny when you aren’t.

The mirrors in these fitting rooms made you size hefty when you really aren’t.

I can’t even say how unflattering the bikinis looked on me. I just can’t even share. I stood there horrified with my clothes off.

After being horrified at how I looked in what I thought were some cute bikinis (yes, I stayed far away from the sexy bikinis and the itsy bitsy bikinis because they are just not me.) I got dressed and stayed in my dressing room waiting for my friend to finish trying on a dozen or so of the styles she chose to bring into the fitting room.

See I look better in the fitting room with my clothes on.

I can promise you one thing, before I go inside a fitting room and take my clothes off again, I am going to look for a list of stores with misleading mirrors.

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If I go there will be trouble

And if I stay it will be double.

Since January, I’ve been asked by publicists and other bloggers if I am going to BlogHer 09.

Figured I would just let everyone know what’s going on.

And not because I think anyone besides my mother reads this blog because I’m sure I’ll be asked dozens more times before July.

Right before BlogHer 09 sold out, I registered this little blog, Veep Veep for the conference.

So just in case I wanted to attend I could.

Instead of just saying NO and then regretting my decision come July.

As of right now, I am a step closer to going to BlogHer than I was last year at this time.

But I haven’t bought airline tickets to Chicago or reserved a room at the Sheraton yet.

I saw the CheeseburgHer party information sent out over Twitter the other day and I’d love to witness it.

I mean, I’ve never been to a party that most likely will get shut down 30 minutes after it starts.

And I’ve already said 2009 would undoubtedly be full of firsts for me.

(Trust me, three months in.. it has been… many times over. LOL)

The reason I would go to BlogHer is because it will be nice to meet all the amazing bloggers who email and exchange tweets with me every day.

And with all the conferences out there every month, I thought it would be nice to go to once started by three cool chickies.

There are unfortunately two things that has me hesitant about attending this year.

1. High school hasn’t ended for a lot of people. There is always some blogger drama being talked about on Twitter. I’m more of the person who stays away from the craziness than one who tries to be a part of the cool clique.
   

    

2. Many people are going to BlogHer because they are being sponsored by a brand. Am I going to walk up to someone and say Hi only to hear a conversation about X brand since she has to talk about the people who paid her way to the conference? Or is that the norm and I be looking for a BlogHer sponsor? I mean besides the radical idea of just having my own company sponsor my trip.
   

Sadly, after all those thoughts, I have no final answer about BlogHer.

I’m still undecided.

Are you going to BlogHer 2009? Still deciding?

Leave me a comment so I can either say Hi to you when I’m there. Or read about your experience on your blog when you get back from Chicago.

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1. It’s important to say what you need to say.
   

   Which shouldn’t be confused with saying what you want to say.
   

   When your heart (or when a feeling in your gut) tells you to speak up, go for it.
   

   If you do, you will never have any feelings of regret.
   

2. Actions speak louder than words.
   

   Words can be very easy for some people (especially those in certain professions) to say.
   

   Then again, so can actions. But it’s important to really show how you feel. Not just say it.
   

   Do something. It truly is easier said… than done. Show how much you care. Or its very clear you don’t.
   

3. Meals should only be missed when you are fasting for a good reason.
   

   On that same note, extra food should only be shoveled into your mouth if you are preparing for a marathon of some sort.
   

   Rapid weight gain or weight loss is unhealthy. And what you’re eating is probably not being enjoyed at all.
   

   Missing out on truly enjoying a great meal is a travesty. So don’t get all crazy with food or vino for that matter.

4. Tears should only be shed because someone has stopped breathing.

   When your friends and family are alive and well, there is no need to shed tears about anything else.

   That shouldn’t be confused with feelings of sadness. Feel sad about a missed opportunity or something dear that was lost.

   If you are truly grateful for what you have, you’ll start to appreciate it and only shed necessary tears.

5. Be a true friend.

   Check in with friends even when you don’t need to talk with them about something happening in your life.

   When you do have something going on in your life, your real friends will be there for you.

   Be that person for your friends. Even in small ways. A text, a tweet, a comment, a call can be all someone needs to get by.

6. Stress doesn’t belong in your vocabulary.
   

   Find ways to get it out of your life when it appears. It can make you sick or cranky. And really just take over your life.
   

   Send out your resume and search for a new job. Change careers and never look back. Move away from the in-laws who ruin nights of sleep.
   

   Making a change in your life to minimize the stress can do wonders. Start with the mini-vacation you’ve never had. Or an hour alone.
   

7. Be open and honest with yourself.

   Know what you want. Set realistic and unrealistic goals. Don’t be afraid to dream. Reach high.

   Remember through all this be true to yourself. Don’t accept anything less than what you deserve.

   This may mean you’ll have to be brave at times, but you’ll find that once you get through something where you’ve had to be brave, you’ll feel amazing.

   And have confidence you’ll never want to lose. It’ll fuel future endeavors and help you get through everything.

This weekend, these are the seven things I know – and most importantly believe with all of my heart.

xoxo

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Car Song - I Decided by Solange Knowles  “You were running me running me down”

Next stop - Leaving for LA bright and early on Friday morning so I have to fit so many things in over the next few days. This should be interesting.

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and rested

From doing the 30 Day Shred

Yeah, you read right, I took off a day from Jillian’s torture.

You will all just have to call this the 29 Day Shred for me.

Because today was a day for me to beautify.

Actually it’s a day of waiting for me. I am a lady in waiting…

Waiting for my hair stylist to finishing gossiping so she can blow dry my hair.

(You’d think I was here for a day of beauty the way I was being made to wait!)

This will be my chair.

Eventually.

Complete with hair from a previous customer and all. Ew.

So on the Seventh day of the 30 Day Shred, I got my hair blow dryed

But not before being asked by the shampoo girl if my hair was real.

See that nice pat on the head. Yea, she didn’t believe me.

And cut three inches from my hair. It’s such a straight cut that I can’t forget the fact something is missing.

So I could feel pretty.

Instead of all sweaty like the other days I let Jillian Michaels ruin my morning.

At least I’m willing to fess up.

I just couldn’t commit to a full 30 Days with Jillian Michaels.

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