Checkbook Hangover - def., adj., verb

When one spends her/his paycheck with blatant disregard for bills that require immediate attention. The checkbook hangover is usually brought on by waking up on payday, seeing their newly inflated checking account balance and hence wantonly spending said money on-line throughout the day, in stores throughout the weekend
(fingers crossed, no less) and waking up suddenly on Monday morning only to deeply regret the binge spending & the walk of shame over to her/his computer to check one's account balance.

For example: After Miz Cynical purchased tennis lessons, a cute tennis outfit(s), work clothes and entertainment, she decided on Monday to turn her attention to the more pressing expenses in her life. I.E., utility bills.

Hangover cure – do checkbook balancing on Thursday, write checks on Thursday evening & have bills ready to mail by Friday morning, leaving very little opportunity to overspend on Friday & the weekend.

Possible side effects - this "cure" isn’t fun for anyone, now is it? Additionally, when would one be able to shop for herself if all the bills were paid? Riddle me that.

On unseasonably warm days like these....

I can't help but wonder if some head honchos (or corporate fat cats) @ PECO are maniacally laughing at us and the thought of increased revenue due to cooling expenses. It's the only thing keeping me from cranking on the A/C in my house 'cause I know that I would be lining their pockets.

California, Here I Come!

we just booked our trip to San Francisco and Sonoma in June. anyone got tips/advice on this excursion. i know, i know, san fran is cold, bring a jacket.

wtf is up with that anyway? i thought cali was a warm state? its so weird.

also-we are attending a wedding in sonoma. i have never been to a destination wedding before. do you still go all out for the gift? i feel cheap asking, but i was really curious what is expected of you when you are paying a lot of money all ready...

I have a friend named Dorkaline

When you Google Image search "dorkaline" you get this: 

She is so Chrissy.

Beanorama, as a lover of all things green...

What do you think of these shoes? I'm torn between green, fuschia & blue. I feel that all of the colors would look great with jeans. Or, should I buy one in each color? If anyone else can help me with this critical shoe decision, I, of course, welcome your input.

Something good has happened.

When I was in college, my roommate's dad owned a grocery store in Pittsburgh and I swear it was the only place that carried low-fat (or maybe 1/3 less fat) Kraft Macaroni-and-Cheese. (The kind that's made with the Velveeta pack, no milk added.) It. was. awesome.

Post college, I could never find it again and assumed it never took off. But! Just this weekend, in my local Pathmark as I was seeing how many groceries I could get with my last remaining $40, I found Kraft Mac-and-Cheese with the Deluxe Velveeta pack with 2% milk! Hallelujah!

It's the perfect mix of the TASTE of the better, fattier Kraft Deluxe (that's real fatty) and the less tasty, regular kind where you have to add water.

Delightful. Thanks, Pathmark. Thanks, Kraft! (Even though you ARE owned by a cigarette company.)

What I WOULD Do...

i would let someone punch me right in the face if i meant that i could get within 10 feet of robert pattinson.

look at that dirty little smirk of his! yowsa, i do declare.

This is Why I'll Miss Lent

McDonald's probably won't be selling or advertising their fish fillet sandwich now that Lent is over, but damn I loved this commercial.

Phases

i'm in a rap phase at the moment. and i'm not talking kanye. i'm talking a hard core gangsta rap. old snoop/dr. dre shit. wtf is wrong with me?

i think i must be angry about something, but i have no idea what it could be. i'm liking my hair right now. and work is going well. i've got great friends and a reasonably crazy family. my dog's crazy as a loon, but that shit aint new. its spring. the weather we've been waiting for since september left out.

so what gives?

wait-i think i know what it may be...its this fucking annoying video that everyone can't stop fucking watching and playing extremely loudly.

What Do You Think of My Face Lift?

i thought the old girl could you a new look or two. its been a long time with those dot thinga ma jigs.

let me know what you think...

i love new clothes, so why not treat so unpretty to a new skin, eh?

I'm Taking Back the Blog, Betch

blog was the new journal.

twitter was the new blog.

twitter is getting twattier.

i want my blog back.

hey baby, its good to be home.

Classic mentos commercial

I guess that this is the 90s version of this pop culture question. Recently, I just happened to wonder what happened to these two things - Mentos commercials & Haddaway. Random, I know. Anyway, I was enjoying the fruit flavored Mentos at work a few weeks ago (which is a very underrated candy, btw) & happend to think of their wacky commercials. Do you miss them too? I think in our stress-filled culture that we need to return to the simpler times of the 90s that offered minty solutions to a potentially stressful scenario. They were always so goofy & fun! Did anyone else think that they were shot in Canada or Europe? The lighting was always super bright & soft.

I can see it now - a young, hotshot stock exchange guy that's watching the market crash & while he's contemplating jumping out of window, he realizes that he has some Mentos in his pocket. Problem solved! Have a Mentos! The freshmaker! Sometimes you just need a breath mint to make light of a confusing and/or stressful situation! I'll have to remember that myself when I need to try to stay fresh, cool & full of life!

Do you remember "Who Framed Roger Rabbit"?

This movie was on the other day & I couldn't help but remember how when this movie came out, it was supposed to be the cutting edge of special effects & cartoon artistry. It just looks hilarious by today's standards when you see movies like Ratatouille ( which is the last animated movie that I've seen) and the characters are so life-like, even down to their hair. I think that I'd really feel old if I saw All Dogs Go To Heaven or Fievel (which was the first animated cartoon that I saw on a VCR, right after watching E.T.).

Would you drive this?

GM/Segway introduced this P.U.M.A. last week as a way to cut down on vehicle emissions. Just like when the Segway was initally introduced, this thing is supposed to change the way people get around in cities and metropolitan areas. I think that GM should focus their energy and government bailout money on coming up with ideas that seriously reduce our carbon footprint on this planet. I think that the P.U.M.A. would be fun to try out for a day, but there's now way I would buy this thing.

Do you know the answer?

I love reading Ted Casablanca's Blind Vices on Eonline.com. I think that I have a pretty good idea as to who the subjects are to this Blind Vice? What do you think?
Double cocaine-addiction alert, babes!

But first off, gotta say it's a brutal Biz out here in Hollywood. Instead of keeping up with the Joneses, you have to keep up with the Richies. Thin will unfortunately always be in because every actor's worst nightmare is Jessica Simpson's last couple of months.

Meet Slurina Thigh-Disaster and Bart Farts-a-Lot. No relation between these two, except that they share the same nasty diet trick: nose candy. Yep, Slur and Bar are two of the more recent stars to shed their extra fluff, and we're not talking Jenny Craig here folks.

More like coke. Mountains of coke. See, Slurina's legs (and other appendages) are a disaster not because of her chunks, rather they seriously aren't there anymore. It's like they've disappeared or something.

Ever since that pic Slurina did a while back called Crimson Scorpio, for which she lost a shocking amount of weight, many folks have wondered where the hell that new figure came from. The same place where a lotta of T-town, stick-thin starlets like to get their stall on.

Weird, too, 'cause Ms. Thigh-Disaster used to be a bit on the plumper side, but always so healthy. Result of hew new figure: More roles, yeah, but she's also getting a rep for making vulgar scenes due to her constantly jumpy nature, regardless of whatever celebratory occasion she may find herself in. But she just can't get enough of this white stuff.

So unlike Bart:

This guy is most decidedly not a fan of the nose devil. In fact, he really doesn't like it at all. But he was forced to lose his happy poundage and didn't know what else to do...or snort. People like to laugh at a chubby actor, but won't swoon over one. He's told friends that coke is the "only thing" that will make him stop eating. So he does as much as he can to curb his appetite. Gross.

Jeez, what ever happened to some good ol' fashion diet and exercise?

And it ain't: Lindsay Lohan, Nicole Richie, Jessica Simpson

And it also ain't: Brendan Fraser, Jason Segal, Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson

I think that they male blind vice is Seth Rogen. Ted also confirmed my guess when he wrote this on 4.8.09: And Seth Rogen is slowly slipping away right before our eyes! The skinny thang just doesn't look right on him. It's like trying to picture a six-pack on Will Ferrell. So not right.

You can tell he's über uncomfortable, no longer being the jolly fat guy with the jokes, and if you're thinking he's healthier by dropping all that weight—not every way a guy gets thin is exactly good for your bod, ya know.

I think that the other coke addict is Christina Ricci. I'm curious as to what you guys think & why. Delicious!

Time for new postings!

I've had a few posting ideas recently that I've been waiting to have time to put up. I realized that so much time has passed since I've updated SoUnpretty that my autofill on my internets no longer remembers the web address. Rut-roh! So, here we go! It's been a while, so I apologize if my blogging/snarky comments are a bit off right now.

Is Lindsay Lohan anorexic or what?

Has anyone seen the recent photos of LiLo? Rumors are flying again that she's battling her eating disorder again (or cocaine) & there was even some sordid story that she & Samantha Ronson are in some twisted self-image competition to see who can be the thinnest. More importantly, I'm still trying to decide whether or not her boobs are real. She seems to be the only chick that manages to drop major poundage & still have large breasts.

To me, that's what inquiring minds really want to know.

Start.Watching.This.Show.Now.

I apologize for my obnoxious use of punctuation in the title, but that's how strongly I feel about this great show. Season 1 was awesome & Season 2 just started so it's not too late to get caught up. Glenn Close kicks a**. It's on Wednesdays @ 10 p.m. on FX. Since nothing else good comes on at that hour, what's your excuse not to watch it?

P.S. - if anyone starts watching this show & loves it, feel free to update me regularly since I don't have DVR & it ends past my bedtime, I frequently fall asleep during the show & miss the ending :).

I can't wait until February 17th

First of all, if you're one of those jerks that hasn't upgraded their tv yet, please do so that I can stop hearing the commercials. However, I doubt that any technologically advanced SoUnpretty readers would be so behind as to still have rabbit ears & an analog tv :). I just want February 17th to arrive so that we can stop seeing the commercials. However, I know that there's going to be some major technical difficulties for people that didn't get the message over the past year (I'm going to include my mom in this group) & we'll continue to see the commercials. Like winter, I give the commercials another six weeks before it's over.

My New Favorite Group: Kings of Leon

So, I first heard of this group at a U2 concert back in '05. They had opened for them & I thought had done a damn good job. I was able to find their stuff on Itunes, but hadn't heard any of their music on the radio. Fast forward almost 4 years later & I can't drive to/from work without hearing at least 1 of their 2 new songs, Use Somebody & Sex on Fire (I'm assuming that "fire" is the good kind of fire, right?).

Anyway, if you haven't heard their music yet, definitely check it out. It's pretty good.

Did you ever have one of those days...

when from the moment you wake up all you can think about is going back to bed in the evening & snuggling under your nice, warm covers to shut out the dreariness of the day? Yeah?
I've been having that kind of day all month.

It's that time of year again.....

Time for Irish potatoes! My favorite is the homemade kind, but since I don't know anyone who's willing/able to make them for me (*cough* hubby, *cough*), I've had to resort to buying them from the grocery store. Whichever style you prefer, I still think that they're delish.

Welcome to the World, Baby Girl!

My first niece, Nora Elizabeth Burke, is here! And ain't she amazing?

GUYZ. Remember Mouse Trap???

This game was the balls! 

Purging.

I am packing up my apartment, and these are some of the things I am giving away. Give me a holler if you want 'em:

• really pretty, brand-new frame from Anthropologie
• Season One of The OC (the best season)
• a photo album from Honduras made of all natural materials
• a mirror made of hammered tin and blue moon tiles
• a vogue cover
  

It's our third Christmas together.

...and I still love The Rubes. How can you resist a cat when she nuzzles her head into your hand then falls into a deep sleep? Precious.

Oh my goodness.

I guess it's time for a new timing belt, or so I am told.

Couch for sale.

Please. Pretty please. Someone buy this couch. BEST OFFER.
Craigslist listing is here.

This is what is wrong with America.

Forget the economy, recession, blah blah blah. This is what is wrong with this country: that some market researcher actually decided that this item might sell as a potential Christmas gift -- a battery-operated, singing toy Jeep with a dead deer on the hood. Gross, man, gross.

Chair obsessed.

For the past three nights I have been dreaming about chairs. On Black Friday, instead of going to Best Buy and Radio Shack for super sales, I hit up literally fourteen furniture stores (mostly resale). I have been constantly scouring E-Bay and Craigslist using any combo of the following: danish, danish modern, mid century, vintage, chair, armchair, chaise.

I found two chairs at Uhuru. Two hours and much sweat later, we returned them (for store credit only - boo!) b/c we couldn't get them up the stairs.

Then - eureka! After hitting refresh, refresh, refresh, a new chair appears on Craigslist! And it's awesome! And I call... and the woman says she'll email me the measurements! And all night I dream about the perfect chair! I call all my friends! And the next morning it is SOLD - NOT TO ME! Whaaaa?

But, the danish modern gods were looking out for me because some poor sap's wife din't like how the amazing chair had a little rock to it. So I shlepped in the rain to Hatboro PA and look what I have now:

a most amazing 1963 Danish modern chair in aqua. Love love love.

I may be super particular and annoying, but hey - it's working for me!

The Allure of Dark Nail Polish

Last year, I was late catching onto the trend of dark nail polish. I didn’t realize that I liked it so much until I had a manicure done in about March, at the tail end of the dark nail polish season. However, this year’s going to be different! I’ve already spotted a couple of dark nail polish colors that I like – Revlon’s Vixen & OPI’s Paris collection. If dark nails appeal to you too, check out OPI’s website to pick your fave.

Who the hell does Oprah think she is?

See more funny videos and funny pictures at CollegeHumor.

I don’t know if you’ve heard, but apparently, Oprah has decided not to do a “Favorite Things” episode in the traditional sense this year. And by “traditional sense”, I mean when Oprah roles out all of this over-the-top free crap & the audience members lose all of their sense & go completely batshit crazy. Oprah has decided not to do her traditional “Favorite Things” episode in an attempt to sympathize with the everyday consumer & instead offer a show that will show audience members & viewers how to make “heartfelt” gifts from scratch that will cost virtually nothing. I just hope that Oprah’s audience members won’t flip out when they discover that this is not the freebie orgy that they were expecting & storm the stage. Even though, I would think that in today’s economy, Oprah’s show provides just what various retailers need: free advertising so that consumers will spend money. So, in lieu of what’s bound to be a disappointment to both the audience members & viewers, I’ve decided to post a real video that I found of her audience members' reaction & this SNL parody again just for ol’ times sake:http://seriously-jess.blogspot.com/2008/09/oprah-ultimate-parody.html

The Classiest Thing To Do These Days… Request your water in a wine glass

I apologize in advance that this is yet another post on my begrudgingly favorite show, Real Housewives of Atlanta. I noticed on two episodes that NeNe requested water in a wine glass. So, I figured, if the Real Housewives of Atlanta are doing this, this has to be a new trend that us less classy folks have yet to pick up on, right? So, from now on, when you’re at a restaurant or just at a social gathering of some kind, be sure “class” it up a bit by requesting water in a wine glass. Last night at the SoUnpretty book club at host AlltheRage’s house, I made sure to put my own twist on this new trend & take it to the next classiest level – I drank my wine from a water glass!

That’s right, bitches. Be prepared to bring your “A” game when you’re drinking around me.

Dwight & NeNe - The Real Housewives of Atlanta
by TheDlisted

The Return of the “Real” Real Housewives of the O.C.!

Ok, so I know this is my second post on this show, which means that either I need major help or it’s the Apocalypse. Or both. However, I’m very excited that the bleached blond minxes that started this craziness are coming back for another season. And, there’s a new chick that’s joining them! You can tell that Tamra already has her claws out. This fun starts at on Tuesday, November 25th!

The Bravo network should come with an FCC warning

Last Tuesday while I was home sick , I happened to catch a Real Housewives of Atlanta marathon. At the beginning of this season, my impression of the women were that the French phrase “nouveau riche” couldn’t even begin to describe the tacky, brittle, fell-ass-backwards-into-money parasitic personalities of these women. Just in case you’re not familiar with the cast, here’s the rundown:
NeNe – (pronounced knee-knee, not nay-nay for all you haters), reminds you of the disgusting chick from high school that managed to master her bj skills instead of her reading skills & married some old guy that looks like he’s knocking on death’s door & has money. She’s loud & obnoxious & I think that even her kids hate her.

Kim – reminds you of the trashy chick that you went to high school with whom didn’t discriminate. Every time she’s in the studio with producer Dallas Austin, I keep wondering if she’s going to cheat on her boyfriend, Big Papa, with Dallas. And, she’s only 30! Her wig is totally believable.

DeShawn – the wife of NBA player Eric Snow. Definitely fell ass backwards into money by being his high school sweetheart or something. Says things like “elite society” constantly, which just demonstrates just how low class she really is. Really needs to take a long, hard look at herself & then Kobe Bryant’s wife & see what she can do about developing an eating disorder ASAP.

Lisa – seems nice; however, word on the blogs is that she plays innocent & is just as conniving & catty. Needs to style her hair. Ex-wife of Keith Sweat.

Sheree- looks like a well-toned, cold, mean tranny. Grew up upper class & now is just “class”. She’s trying to design her own two-bit fashion line, was married to some football player who’s a back-up for the back-up.

Anyway, my distaste for these women has grown into somewhat liking these women. Or, at least somewhat liking one character, in particular, NeNe. Now granted, please don’t take this admission along the lines of I would want her to be my new BFF. Hardly. Instead, the rationale is more along the lines of, “If I had to kill all of these women, I would save NeNe for last”. Now, this sudden like/ newfound sympathy probably came about during my sickness & marathon viewing of the show. Maybe Bravo knows that after repeat exposure, you’re bound to start liking anything. Maybe since I was holed up in the bedroom of my house like some captive, I started to develop that syndrome where you begin to sympathize with your abductor, you know, Stockholm Syndrome. I’m sure that this sudden realization came about due to my teetering on the brink of starvation, insanity & gut-wrenching illness. Regardless, what I’ve just admitted to is very shameful. Now, I’m going to take this no-longer-a secret shame, my Justin Guarini CD & my love of Britney Spears’ Gimme More song go hide under a rock for the rest of my days.

Lesson of the Day: Tights can cause muffin tops

Ever since last winter when I discovered knee-high boots that could fit my chicken calves, I've been sporting tights with them. However, I've recently come to the realization that tights have one major drawback: muffin tops.

Initially, I'm psyched when I put on my tights 'cause of the instant slimming effect. Unfortunately, that positive mojo is immediately flushed away when I see the spillage at the top of my skirt/bottom of shirt. So, until Spanx makes tights that reach as high as my collarbone and/or I successfully develop an eating disorder, consider yourself forewarned as to the drawbacks of tights.

Sigh.

Best...Wednesday...Ever.

After 4 (or is it 8?) long years, I am happy to feel like an American again. Tuesday's election was an incredible reminder that as Americans we are capable of breaking barriers and achieving what naysayers & history claim can not be done. Here are some pictures of the historic & international celebration of the November 4, 2008 election: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/11/04/reactions-around-the-worl_n_141187.html

Who wants to see this movie with me?

The movie, Milk, is coming out in November (definitely no pun intended) & looks really good. If you haven't seen the trailer for it yet, here it is:

Phillies are the World Series Champs!

Palin as President!?!

On Chris Matthews' show on Sunday, one of the panelists suggested that Palin may run for President in 2012. And just in case you're wondering, no, it wasn't some sort of Halloween prank. The panelist was dead serious. I'm assuming that the creators of this website must've either heard the same rumor or assumed that if McCain wins the election, he'll presumably drop dead immediately following the election, leaving Palin as President.

Here's a frightening sneak peak at what the Oval Office would look like. After watching this fright fest, I was reminiscing about the innocent days of 'yore when the most worrisome activities in the Office involved bjs, mystery stains & cigars.

*Be sure to click on everything, especially the front door. Also, this website will be updated daily 'til Nov. 4th, so check back daily!

Outrage!

My signifcant other and I are looking to buy a house hopefully within the next year, so I went online the other day to get a credit report. I don't know why I ignored the funny guy singing the jingles in the commercials, but I did not opt for FreeCreditReport.com. I chose another database for one dollar and moved on.

Anyway, today I checked PNC Bank online statement and I had two unauthorized charges for some random website. I Googled it, found out these websites are notorious for scamming people and called a number. I got some strange answering machine, so tried another. I spoke with this weird representative who explained that they would immediately refund my money. It was scary and sketchy.

Just be careful.

Love,
Your Mom

Beanorama's youngest nephew (who is not in the womb).

I have two little teeth!

Beanorama's oldest nephew.

Happy Fall! (Longwood Gardens, PA)

If my ovaries could vote...

...this would clinch it for them. More Obama Ovarian goodness here.

Even more:

'Nuff said.

Phils in 4, baby, Phils in 4.

I Remember When...

Being out of the office was awesome and you were siked to not be behind the old desk. But, lately, being out of the office just completely stresses me out because the work don't stop anymore like it used to. this week i have been out 2 days and i have paid dearly for it! i hate working through lunch or staying late just because i was OOTO doing work!

god damn it. its not fair!!!

House For Sale

Ah...I know everyone may be sick of me talking about my house, but it is for sale. And I am hoping for a quick sale. I know it's not the ideal economic environment, but you see Chairman Bernanke, I've fallen in love and am betrothed to a Philadelphian and and will be purchasing a home with him!

But there is a catch....I need to sell my house first!

I am incredibly biased, but my house rules. We replaced the heater, the roof and made other upgrades to it. It also has a lot of charm, really nice paint colors and 3 bathrooms -- unheard of! Plus, my sister and I loved it with our heart and soul. I have so many memories in that house....good and bad...and it tugs at my heartstrings when I see the "For Sale" sign. Please help me find nice people to take her. I love the glass entryway the most. Always have.

I Am Funny Like That....

Yesterday, I had a meeting in downtown Wilmington (yes, there is such a place) that required me to park in a parking garage. When I returned with my ticket to pay at the pay station, an attendant came out and asked if I was paying was cash or credit card. I replied, "Debit" to which he replied, "Okay, we have been having some issues with the cards recently, but give it a try." So I inserted my card and crossed my fingers and waited. He shrieks, "DID YOU JUST CROSS YOUR FINGERS?" and I nodded. "I HAVEN'T SEEN THAT IN YEARS!" and started laughing.

That's just one of the many old-school rituals I do. I don't step on cracks, 'cause I don't want to break my Momma's back, either.

Rachel Z(H)oe

omigod. can one person be so self-centered? she makes paris hilton look like mother teresa...she makes oprah in 2008 look like oprah in 1995...she makes...makes...oh hell, she just makes me sick!

and seriously, SERIOUSLY she looks like the grinch!

p.s. i still will watch the show. its really the only thing good on bravo lately. project runway this year sucks rabbit balls.

This Just In...

McCain is really bad at making jokes.

STOP. God.

Ripped Upper Lip

so, once a month or actually more like every 6 weeks, i get my upper lip waxed. i dont really know why i do it. i just feel compelled to i guess. my facial hair (what little there is) is all light blonde. but yet i put myself through the pain, cost and annoying 2-5 day aftermath of pimples and dry skin. someone tell me to stop. i obviously am incapable of being rational when it comes to dealing with a little natural peach fuzz.

I'm Sorry.

I thought about a lot of ways to apologize from being absent from this pretty unpretty blog for so long and after a while i realized that Fiest said it best...

I'm sorry
Two words I always think
After you've gone
When I realize I was acting all wrong

So selfish
Two words that could describe
Oh actions of mine
When patience is in short supply

We don't need to say goodbye
We don't need to fight and cry
Oh we, we could hold each other tight tonight

We're so helpless
We're slaves to our impulses
We're afraid of our emotions
And no one knows where the shore is
We're divided by the ocean
And the only thing I know is
That the answer isn't for us
No the answer isn't for us

I'm sorry
Two words I always think
Oh after you've gone
When I realize I was acting all wrong

We don't need to say goodbye
We don't need to fight and cry
We, we could hold each other tight tonight
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight...


...are we cool now? awesome. xo.

Status: Alive

Don't worry everyone. I'm still alive, even though my symptoms have not subsided. Nonetheless, I am still here. I'm about as excited as these guys.

I'm not a hypochondriac

But meningitis always gets to me. Not to say that I always get it, but the fear of the quick killer often worries me. Anytime that I have cold symptoms and neck pain at the same time, I start freaking out. Yes, I realize that the neck soreness sometimes comes along with colds, but knowing this doesn't ease my anxiety. I mean, the big M can claim a victim in just 24 hours.

Anyway, today my neck and upper back were killing my because of (I think) a bouncy boat ride on a North Carolina lake On Sunday. And tonight, of course, I felt a sniffle coming on. I will give an update tomorrow to let all you So Unpretty readers know how I'm feeling...if I'm still around.

Annoying. Twitter.

As a fellow Unpretty blogger pointed out, lately our blogging has lapsed as our 140-tweeting has increased. Blame short attention spans, I guess.

But here are things about Twitter that I find utterly annoying:

1) Baring your soul to an embarrassing degree: If you are crying in real life, it seems a little less genuine if you are also working your thumbs to update your iPhone with how sad you are. Let's keep some things private.

2) Twitter relationships: on my work account, there is a couple (one in Philly, one in Baltimore) that talk all day via their @'s on Twitter. It's embarrassing. A 30 year old man and his girlfriend that works at WalMart are constantly flirting and sending love notes via Twitter. They fight about him @'ing other girls on Twitter. They even have tweeted about their sex AND used the word "boner." Gross. But I say nothing, since it is my work account. Sigh.

3) Depressed Twitterers: This is not the same as #1. Some Twitterers, like in #1, just have bad days or moments. Other are CONSTANTLY bitching or sad. In fact, the WalMart girlfriend from #2 is one of them. Every post is about how she hates her life, or thinks her customers are stupid, etc. I want to tell her to get off Twitter and get ON Prozac. There was another Twitterer, a photographer, who was depressed for about 2 months, but luckily things seem to be looking up for her. So it's not a lost cause.

4) Worker-Outers: I don't mind the occasional "went for a bike ride this morning" or "ran five miles- I'm so excited." I do that myself sometimes. But I can't stand the peeps who use Twitter as a public log of their workout accomplishments. I follow two people that every day mention how far they ran, what pace they had, how many weights they lifted. It's like, great. You work out, I eat chips and stare at my computer. Thanks for the update.

5) People who bitch about hashtags: Lots of super twitterers are big social media folks. And they HATE hashtags (#). Honestly, I read more posts about hating hashtags than I read posts that actually include hashtags. There is a lot of stupid bullshit on Twitter -- about 75% of it -- and you just have to learn to ignore it. I ignore hashtags. Why get so up in arms over a pound sign?

And that is all for now. I'd love to hear your Twitter pet peeves.

Jeans that make you go UGH.

So, fall is here, I can no longer deny it. I even did the closet switcheroo. I have 4 bags of items to bring to consignment shops and the Salvation Army, but the one thing I cannot do is get rid of old jeans.

They almost always seem to come back in style at one point or another (and the hope is that I can still fit them when they do). But here is the dilemma: despite owning about 12 pairs of jeans, I am not sure which look good this season!

Do I still wear skinny jeans? Is that done? Can a gal as short as I am wear wide leg? (No.) What do I do?

Twitter killed the blog star.

Alright ya'll. SoUnpretty has been pretty... lacking for the past few months. I know I am not helping AT ALL by not posting since I had long hair, I mean... WOAH. 

So, the culprit to this lack of blogging? Everyone's favorite micro-blog, Twitter.

Now when I have an asinine thought I want to share with I shorten it to 140 characters and broadcast it to the world. 

So anyway, sorry blog for cheating on you with your younger, sexier and more popular-for-now cousin, Twitter. 

Please forgive me?

Happy Birthday!

I thought this image was appropriate. Happy birthday to a certain So Unpretty reader/editor!

It seems so simple.

Every time I write inside a card for someone, my heart starts racing. Beads of perspiration form on my brow. The palms of my hands become clammy. In order to avoid error under this kind of pressure, I always write out my messages beforehand. But last night I still messed up one word inside a just-bought Hallmark original. Bought a second card today. Hopefully it goes better this time.