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Kicking Ass and Taking Names

So, yesterday I bought a pair of pink pants. And cut 6 inches off my hair. And got hit on by a guy who worked at an AT&T store for the second time in about a month. Things are getting weird around here.

I would like to blame it on the weather and the season changing. Summer is right in my wheelhouse. But this time I don’t think it’s just that. Things are changing and I’m forcing them to change. I’m making a concerted effort to make my life better and happier. More yelling excitedly and less ragey ranting. Or at least that’s what I’m hoping for.

I’ve been restless for months, a year even. Everyone around me knows it. The more restless I get, the more I start talking about doing over-the-top things like shaving my head or flipping my desk, quitting my job and moving to an island. This time instead of just talking about change, though, I’m doing it. If there’s one thing (there are WAY more) I learned from Molly at Stratejoy during our six weeks in the Find Your Passion Work group, it’s that you can’t let fear stand in your way.

All of this has been building. In January, I told myself to ignore the anxiety that goes along with registering to spend a weekend in another city with people you don’t know. And now, in less than 48 hours, I’ll be a rookie at Bloggers in Sin City finally meeting the people I’ve been talking to on the internet, some of whom I’ve “known” for years. The people who made me want to blog in the first place and the people who keep me from having to find all funny animal things on the internet myself. Basically ALL THE EXCITEMENT AND YELLING!

In March, I emailed Molly hoping that I could snag the last spot in the FYPW group and I’m so glad that I did. About three weeks ago, I decided to make a big change in my work life and on Tuesday, I’m making my intentions clear about that to my boss. I’m basically a walking ball of panic now, but I know that this change will be good for my sanity, health, attitude and writing. Relatedly, if anyone wants to hire me, I’m good at writing, editing, content management systems, InDesign, social media and dog walking.

Lastly, starting tomorrow and every Wednesday after that, you’ll see a new series I’m starting called “The Brew Review” in which I give myself a productive excuse for drinking more beer. A new brew every week with some info and review from yours truly. Gladly accepting suggestions for microbrews and foreign beers to try!

So here I am. I feel like I’m on the precipice. As Steve Zissou put it, “I’m right on the edge. I don’t know what comes next.” It’s exciting. And terrifying. And the only good way to start the summer.

What are you on the verge of? What comes next for you? Are you as excited about summer as I am?

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What Happens in Vegas, Will Probably End Up on My Blog

Hi Vegas! You look fab! See you soon!

If you haven’t heard, I’m all signed up to go to Vegas for Bloggers in Sin City this May. If you don’t know what Bloggers in Sin City (BiSC) is, basically, 60 bloggers, 4 days, awesome sponsors (like Paper’d – so excited for this app), fountain jumps, glitter and sparkles, buffets, parties, pool, booze guitars, turning your bloggy friends into your real life friends and having an unforgettable time. If that doesn’t tell you how awesome it’s going to be, check out the video and agenda. Plus, this event is so awesome they are running a contest to give one lucky BiSCuit their registration fee back! Hi, sign me up and also thanks Paper’d (for reals you guys, I’ve been anxiously awaiting this app for months).

Since I haven’t been to Vegas in over a year (and I’ve been dreaming of BiSC for 3 years), I’m beyond excited and after spending several hours reading up on all of the attendees (eight spots left as I write this aka REGISTER!) I’m fucking ecstatic, y’all. I have decided to spend the next 5 months reading blogs, tweeting at all the awesome bloggers and generally avoiding all productive activities. Basically what I’m saying is: ALL THE EXCITEMENT! Please be May NOW!

Thinking about this spectacular trip also reminds me of the three times I previously headed to Sin City for fun. As a result, I thought I should share with all my new best BiSC friends and anyone else, the amazing, ridiculous, gross and outrageous things that have happened to me in Vegas. BiSCuits, this is the bar that we’re aiming for and I have no doubt that we will blow so far past it that Vegas without BiSC will be much paler in comparison.

One of my many Vegas faces.

What Happens (to me) in Vegas:

  • went when I wasn’t yet 21 and got thrown off the casino floor within 3 minutes of arriving
  • shared two rooms with more than 40 coworkers from the student paper
  • slept under a desk (for safety – turned out to be smart)
  • snuck around multiple hotels stealth-drinking beer
  • rear ended someone in traffic after being ordered to kill a spider by my screaming passengers on the way there
  • had a stranger tickle my sweaty armpit in a club (THE ACTUAL WORST)
  • wore my first pair of heels and then promptly was forced to run across cobblestones outside of the Venetian in them
  • complained that my feet had actual holes in them
  • slept in my dress with sweatpants on and my legs halfway under a bed
  • got a speeding ticket on my way there
  • stayed in a suite for a bachelorette party where there was a TV that came. out. of. the. desk.
  • requested the huge whirlpool bathtub as my bed
  • wore the most painful shoes of my life and later became that girl walking through the hotel lobby barefoot
  • went to Chippendales, which had a high level of unintentional hilarity
  • wore a whistle around my neck and attempted to yell “Last chance fellas!” every hour on the hour, while pointing at the bride-to-be
  • ventured into the lazy river at MGM and somehow came out without any diseases
  • nearly missed our flight there

BiSCuits, your challenge has been laid out. Let’s do this shizz.

PS – Any BiSCers in the Bay Areeeeeaaaaaa who want to meet up between now and May: let’s do it! Email me, tweet me, comment, something! EXCITEMENT!

I’m Probably Losing My Mind

Originally this post took a serious “woe is me” tone about how shitty 2012 has been so far and how I’m on the verge of a nervous breakdown. But then something changed and I’m ready to kick 2012 in the ass and possibly also pay attention to my desktop background that stares me in the face every day on BOTH my computers: “Happiness is a choice. Be happy or be miserable. The distance is the same.” (thanks Shatterboxx!)

I’m not saying I’m all happy sunshine and puppies and meadows and rainbows and unicorns yet. So far 2012 has been kind of a bitch to me. I know this is all very “first world problems” of me but, so far the new year has been: getting yelled at like a child in the workplace, being pulled back into the cruel grips of insomnia, laying in a ball on my bed due to some serious stomach distress, dragging myself to work and a lingering cough rearing its ugly head every time I laugh.

Oh yeah, and then there’s the mouse. If you’ve been following along on twitter, there’s a mouse in our apartment. I’ve set out traps now after meeting the mouse twice yesterday. It’s been over 24 hours and we have no dead rodents. Now I’m starting to think that the mouse might be a figment of my imagination. My roommate hasn’t been here when I’ve seen it, it seemed to vanish into thin air in my kitchen yesterday and also, did you hear, it’s NOT. DEAD. YET. So in addition to my other problems, I may be going all John Nash on y’all. And unfortunately the state’s budget shortfall has been closing down all the best mental wards.

UPDATE: I am not crazy. Or at least, there was a mouse. In the trap this morning. Unfortunately, I didn’t really think about how the implications of me not being crazy would be that I would have to deal with a dead mouse instead of hallucinations. But, after a slightly traumatizing removal experience, I have conquered the mouse and solidified my future as a building super.

I swear I had a point. Oh yeah, even though the first three two weeks of this year (only two weeks? WHAT?) have been basically one shitstorm after another, I’ve decided to move on. Even though the last few weeks have seemed like a dark tunnel with no end and a weird smell, I’ve now got a plan. Or part of a plan.

Anna and I are ready to make some moves and get off the fatass train (the one where you start to look like your couch) and actually signed up for some races today. We’ve got a training plan, an investment in a race and we’re ready to Kick Ass and Take Names. It’s a proper noun because that’s the name of our shared training calendar (not crazy).

So yeah, I’ve started to get one part of my life back under control and I’m ready to get all the other things back together. It’s easy for just a couple people to remind you that things aren’t so bad and that they will get better (another reason why the internet is so, so amazing). On a related note, seriously consider becoming an organ donor, it’s one of the greatest gifts you can give.

So, here I am, ready to climb out of the shithole and into the light of the kickass year that 2012 is going to be. Progress, that’s my word. So it’s about time to get started, don’t you think?