Wednesday, February 29, 2012

- Leap Day

I now present: "Random Thoughts Inspired by the 29th day of February".

Have you seen Leap Year?  It's a ridiculous chick flick where a girl flies off to Ireland to propose to her boyfriend on Leap Day, because in Ireland it's socially acceptable to do so.  Of course she meets some other guy and falls in love with him because that makes total sense.  The catch?  This tradition is a real thing.  Or it is by the looks of the tweets coming from rugby players in the British Isles.  Apparently they're "losing" a lot of great men over there.

I would never propose to a guy.  Except maybe a Welsh rugby player.  I would also never want to be proposed to on a jumbo screen at a sporting event.  Except unless it was a Welsh rugby player and we were in Millennium Stadium.  We could name our son Gareth.  I do not currently know any Welsh rugby players so there's about a -0.3728% chance of any of this happening. 

On the 28th day of February we got our first real winter "snow event". Although most of the snow fell on the 29th day.
Pretty anticlimactic.

This nook is my favorite part of my apartment.  I stare at it often.
It's got so many of my favorite things in it.  Like that chair.  And those crocheted mandalas I did with Mamsie's help.  And that clock that I won back in 1997 for consistently rocking it out in horse shows.  And that lamp that I covered with yarn and still can't believe how good it looks.  And that owl that Jaclyn gave me as part of my going away/Christmas present right before I moved up here.  And that blue book end that reminds me of Katie Singer because it's a pretty rock.

Speaking of Katie Singer - today is her birthday!  Love you Katie!  If you were here I would take you out and treat you to White Castle.  I know what you like.
Emma also likes treats.  She got one after a bath.  Now that my skin is on the up and up I guess that means that hers needs to start flaking off and making a run for it.  Salicylic acid and coal tar for all!  Those are the active ingredients in all of our shampoos.
She was doing this really cute thing while eating her treat.  Then I acted interested and she went all hunchback-y on me.

I bought this plant.  It was just the pink thing when I got it.  Of course I got it because it matched.  I had no idea these purple flowers were part of it.  It keeps popping one out on the left side, then on the right.  Starting at the bottom and working it's way to the top.  Nature is crazy, yo.
Even though purple doesn't match, it's kind of my favorite color right now, so I'm not mad. 

I would also like to thank Leap Day for coming around this year and preventing my birthday from being on Monday next year.  

That is all.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

- Christmas in February

Imma tell you a story.

Once upon a time I joined twitter and met Rugby and fell in love.  I was faithful to the World Cup and then when it was over, started up with the Sevens World Series.  And very quickly (because those games only last 14 min) I noticed Peter Tiberio.  I mean we can talk about his talent, or anyone else that plays for the Eagles, all day - but I just like his style.  It's dynamic.  Awesomesauce.  He became my favorite.

Since Twitter was supporting my rugby relationship I started following every USA player on there including Tiberio.  I replied to a few of his tweets and he replied back a few times.  Which totally made me geek out.

Now is where I will brag about how USA Rugby has retweeted a lot of my tweets, and yo, Todd Clever even responded once.  Todd Clever!  Okay moving on...

In January Rugby Magazine named him as the College Sevens player of 2011.  I tweeted this: "Feeling validated in how awesome I think Peter Tiberio is after seeing the list of Rugby Magazine 2011 award winners.  And I did feel validated.  I mean, here I am pretty new to the sport and I picked this dude as my favorite because I thought he was good.  But in the grand scheme of things, what do I know?  I should also mention that it's not like I get a lot of sports commentary here.  I watch the sevens games through a (probably pirated) website at all hours of the night due to the games being all over the world.  Who can really say what I pick up when I wake up at 3:15 to watch about 20 minutes of rugby.  So yeah, I was pretty proud of myself that I managed to identify legit talent.

Anyways - dude responded...which led to a little chat over Twitter that included Tiberio saying: "haha thank you!  Maybe I can send you a jersey after next tour!"

SAY WHAT?!  I didn't even know how to respond.  I have NEVER tweeted a message of support with the hopes of getting something in return.  I just really appreciate Twitter in that it's a direct way to show some generally under appreciated players that there are people rooting for them.  When I told him he was sending me into total geek out mode (I went with honesty because let's face it, I have no idea how to "play it cool") he responded "If I make next tour I'll send you one!".  He also mentioned that if I was going to the tournament in Vegas, he'd give it to me in person.  Which made me nearly consider buying tickets and booking a flight, but I really like the idea of saving that for my big 3-0 next year.

Since I wasn't going to make Vegas, I let him know that I definitely accept gifts in jersey form and he said "deal".  Side note: this all happened in early January.  Back when I was just starting to realize how much of a sports fan I was because I have never in my life wanted or owned any kind of sports jersey.

Because it was a while ago, I totally expected him to never remember.  Which was fine - it was enough for me that he offered.

Tiberio made the tour, as I knew he would.  He played in Wellington and in Vegas scored two HUGE tries and amongst those in the know he was commonly mentioned as one of the top 3 stand out players.  After he scored the final try in the France game I tweeted him just to be all "Yep you're awesome" (side note, it was worded better than that) and he responded saying that when he got back to California he'd have me send my address so he could mail me a jersey.  Oh SNAP!  This whole jersey thing was getting way real.  Vegas ended on February 12 (another special day) and on February 14 Tiberio sent me a message saying "Send me your address if you still want that jersey."

PSH.  Still want it!?  Let's hope he's not a stalker because I didn't even hesitate before sending my address.

Kid delivered.
There are a million awesome things about this jersey.  But the top 2 are: It's TINY.  Well not really, they are made to be skin tight.  Which means it fits me.  Oh yeah, I totally plan on rocking this thing.  I'm not currently wearing it, but I will be looking for any reason to wear it anywhere.  The other top reason it rocks: It's like completely legit.  You can't buy something like this.  It has HIS NAME on it.  If anyone asks where I got it, the ONLY answer is: "From Tiberio."
Two of my favorite things.  AKA Emma is a camera whore and would not let me put this jersey anywhere without sneaking her way into the shot.

Christmas in February WINS.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

- Twenty-Nine

Oh yeah, I turned 29.

I don't really know how I feel about it.  I could talk about all of my broken dreams and how the things that I thought would happen by this point in my life, didn't, and probably won't by the time I'm 30.  But it seems a bit unfair to be all complain-y about not meeting self induced time lines when I do have so much to be thankful for.

Like Family.  I think both of my brothers remembered to wish me a Happy Birthday without a reminder by ole Mamsie.  And Friends.  About 25 people celebrated with me this year and I love each and every one of them in so many different ways.  And health.  My skin and scalp have decided they're over being sickly.  And the health of those I know and love.  And Emma.  Who loves me always and is the best little cuddlepuppy a girl (woman?) could ever ask for.  Also, she's healthy too so maybe we will go a month without visiting the vet?  And my job.  Which is awesome.  And my new apartment.  Which is saving me $600 a month and therefore helping me become more financially secure.  And rugby.  Which gave me a weekend of games, a lot of which were televised on regular ole NBC.

I celebrated by hosting a party at my place on Friday night.  It was super fun.  I made a lot of expressions that look like this and wow do I talk with my hands.  Which isn't a surprise, but I mean WOW:
In any of these pictures I could be talking about Jaclyn, my hair, more specifically my scalp, my credit score, champagne, candles, Emma, decorating, getting accidentally knocked up in the future, or G Man.  I definitely talked about the latter to at least 5 different people and made them look at pictures.

Here's the one normal picture:
Soon to be framed on the gallery wall

Then Saturday night I went out with a group of peeps downtown wearing offensive tee shirts.  Which was also a blast.  Here's what I've mostly learned about 29: I might be getting too old to celebrate all weekend.  Because Monday morning I was DEAD.  As in I felt like a shell of myself and when I looked in the mirror I could tell that I went to bed 2 nights in a row without washing my face and applying numerous anti-aging creams.  I looked OLD.

And I guess I am old.  And yet, still quite young.  Filled with possibilities and hope.
And champagne.  And vodka soaked gummy bears.

Monday, February 13, 2012

- The Saddest Story Ever Told

When I was home for Christmas I visited Furbish (the cutest little home goods boutique ever) and bought some jewelry.  I know that sounds weird to say I bought jewelry at a home goods place, but they have WAY cute stuff.  I specifically went in for a pair of earrings for Kelsey's Christmas gift, but of course I found two pairs for myself too.  They wrapped them in pink tissue paper.

I bought some more earrings from Target and I thought I put those wrapped in the pink tissue paper in the Target bag with the others.  I remember when I was setting up my closet I came across the pink tissue paper package...

And then I never saw it again.

My apartment is completely unpacked and I have looked at every single belonging of mine throughout that process.  The only thing I can deduce is that in unpacking, I started to use the Target bag as a trash bag, and I threw away the pink tissue paper package away along with all the other rubbish.

I have never mourned the loss of earring so much.  They were really fabulous.  They looked like this.  And this.

I came up with some ideas for new ways to organize my jewelry because my old situation wasn't working for me at all.  I was really hoping to run across that pink tissue paper package when I worked on my earring organization, but no such luck.  Speaking of my earring/jewelry organization, here are some close up shots.
This nook was the perfect size for my dresser.  Since I didn't have anywhere else for my jewelry I thought that this nook, with the curtain kind of hiding it from plain view, would be perfect.
Necklaces are hung to the left and yes, they are kind of sorted by length.
Here's a close up of the earring stuff.  I used a 24x30 inch canvas and then staple gunned screen to the back.  I did streak some navy paint on the back side of the canvas before doing that.  Also, I would recommend buying screen from somewhere that cuts it to size because otherwise the smallest amount you can buy prepackaged will leave you with WAY too much.  I covered the stapled edge of the screen by glue gunning some ribbon around the edge.  I use the canvas for earrings that have hook closures.  The smaller screen is for those with posts that need to be secured to stay in.  Hoops are down in the silver tins in the tray.  

So far it's working out perfectly.  It's one of my favorite projects I did in this new apartment and it seriously makes getting dressed so much easier.  It also makes it insanely easy to keep everything organized and I'm loving the fact that everything has a place, and everything is in it's place.

Friday, February 10, 2012

- Obviously

Here's a house tour - obviously.

I said that word about 9258346095862xinfinity times while filming.  I'm also pretty unsteady, and unfocused.  But you get the idea and stuff.  Maybe.  Now that I'm thinking about it this video kind of sucks, so Enjoy!
Surprisingly, there are still at least 25 projects left to complete.  But in a little over a month I'm completely unpacked and unorganized.  That's gotta be a world record.

I have a post with close ups of the jewelry organization coming soon, but if there's anything you'd like to see in greater detail, just let me know.

Monday, February 6, 2012

- Uncharted Territory

This past weekend the USA played in a 7's tournament in Wellington.

Yep, this is going to be all about rugby.

And self-awareness.  Twist! 

If you were to check the tournament results the USA's performance would look well...dismal.  We lost every single game.  3 were shut outs.  It was a little bit eesh and a whole lotta womp womp.

I took it hard.  All the guys were excited and seemed to be feeling good coming out of camp.  Spirits felt high on the heels of USA Rugby offering their first full time training contracts to 11 guys, with 4 more up for grabs.  This is my opinion based on intel gained mostly from Twitter.  And here's where Twitter maybe screws me over a bit because it's made this new "obsession" of mine a bit too accessible.  Between reading tweets and blog posts I sort of kind of maybe feel like we're all friends.  Yes, that was totally embarrassing to admit.
So, after Day 1 of the tournament I was reading an update post on the USA Eagles Fan Facebook page (Just to really drive home how I have every form of internet stalking covered) and I happened to notice that the first comment was something like: "Man they fu**in suck".  I should have known better, but I read the rest of the comments.  They were 99% negative.  And rude.  Disrespectful.  No one was spared from the wrath as the horrific criticisms were directed at players, coaches, the whole organization and I think someone even posted a picture of flag burning.  Not really on that last part.

I am ALL for freedom of speech.  And this was not the first time I'd heard opinions or read comments like this.  But, I kind of feel there's a time and a place for such things.  That place is probably not the FAN page.  The 1% of the comments that weren't negative were seriously from family members and friends of the players.  I mean, it's a small community.  The games from Day 1 aren't broadcast here in the USA...so we depend on the fan page for real time score updates - or the people who aren't on Twitter do.  I was angry when I first read the posts, but when I started to recognize last names that were common with a lot of the players...I was heartbroken.  They shouldn't have to see such derogatory comments like that, especially in what should be considered a safe place.

Somewhere in the midst of the crushing sadness I was feeling for the players - because no self proclaimed fan will ever be as disappointed in their performance as much as they are in themselves - it hit me.  This is just another one of those times where I find myself navigating through the unfamiliar territory of New Found Legit Sports Fan-Dom.  Even though following rugby has become a major hobby and I'm used to how much time I devote to it...it is still completely surprising to find myself on the brink of tears because someone is badmouthing "my" boys.

It took me pretty much a whole day to shake myself out of the funk.  A sports-induced funk.

Yep, this is new.