I can't believe I haven't blogged about this yet, but can we just for a minute talk about the fact that Jessica Simpson got engaged ONE WEEK after her ex-hubby did? I mean, does that smack of desperation or just weird coincidence?
(I vote the former.)
For more deets about the story, click here.
What do you think?
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
Monday, November 15, 2010
I'm glad I follow my own advice...
... because it came in handy yet again!
Remember waaaaaaaay back when, when I wrote this post about never leaving your house looking like a pig because you never know when you might run into an ex?
And you know how I always say Cleveland is two degrees of separation, right?
Well, those two little nuggets came into play last week when I ran into a blast from my dating past.
Not that he'd remember.
That's right, ladies and gents. I saw Amnesia Guy.
Picture it. Third quarter of a Cavs game. I had just finished my second (double) gin and tonic and wanted to hit the little girls' room before the game let out. So I left my boy toy at the seats (which were SICK, by the way), made my way up the stairs and turned the corner to head toward the ladies room.
And there he stood. Amnesia Guy. Stuffing popcorn down his throat and wearing what some might consider a Cosby sweater. He was clearly waiting for someone to come out of the ladies' room, and after the ridiculous email exchange that went down with him last summer (seriously... if you don't remember/know the back story with him and didn't click on that link up there, do yourself a favor and go check it out now) I had nothing to say to him.
So you're probably asking, "Why are you telling us this story if you didn't even talk to him, AAB?" Well, my point is this, ladies: you never know when you might see an ex (even in a sea of 20,000 of your closest friends at an arena), so it's best to be a good scout and always be prepared.
Because while I was looking all sassy in my cropped velvet blazer and cute little booties, he... well... was wearing that unfortunate sweater. (With popcorn all over it.)
I bet he wishes *I* were the one with amnesia now.
Have you ever had a run-in with an ex when he (or -- gasp! -- you) looked like a wreck?
Remember waaaaaaaay back when, when I wrote this post about never leaving your house looking like a pig because you never know when you might run into an ex?
And you know how I always say Cleveland is two degrees of separation, right?
Well, those two little nuggets came into play last week when I ran into a blast from my dating past.
Not that he'd remember.
That's right, ladies and gents. I saw Amnesia Guy.
Picture it. Third quarter of a Cavs game. I had just finished my second (double) gin and tonic and wanted to hit the little girls' room before the game let out. So I left my boy toy at the seats (which were SICK, by the way), made my way up the stairs and turned the corner to head toward the ladies room.
And there he stood. Amnesia Guy. Stuffing popcorn down his throat and wearing what some might consider a Cosby sweater. He was clearly waiting for someone to come out of the ladies' room, and after the ridiculous email exchange that went down with him last summer (seriously... if you don't remember/know the back story with him and didn't click on that link up there, do yourself a favor and go check it out now) I had nothing to say to him.
So you're probably asking, "Why are you telling us this story if you didn't even talk to him, AAB?" Well, my point is this, ladies: you never know when you might see an ex (even in a sea of 20,000 of your closest friends at an arena), so it's best to be a good scout and always be prepared.
Because while I was looking all sassy in my cropped velvet blazer and cute little booties, he... well... was wearing that unfortunate sweater. (With popcorn all over it.)
I bet he wishes *I* were the one with amnesia now.
Have you ever had a run-in with an ex when he (or -- gasp! -- you) looked like a wreck?
Thursday, November 11, 2010
The best wedding I never went to
Contrary to popular blogpinion, I have NOT been to every wedding ever held in the contiguous United States.
(Just most of them.)
But there are a few that I never made my way to.
And there's one in particular I wish I could have gone to... but, alas, I wasn't born.
That's right. I'm talking about the lovely nuptials of one Mr. and Mrs. Blogdad and Blogmom. On this day 38 years ago, they got married.
Fast forward through three daughters, two sons-in-law, two grandkids (with another on the way), four cats and lots of my ex-BFs... and they're still holding hands in church and commenting on blog posts together -- nearly four decades later!
Happy anniversary, guys! Love you! (And so do my readers!)
xoxo --
Always a Bridesmaid
P.S. I think we can all agree that I was the best gift you ever gave each other, but don't tell my sissies. ;)
(Just most of them.)
But there are a few that I never made my way to.
And there's one in particular I wish I could have gone to... but, alas, I wasn't born.
That's right. I'm talking about the lovely nuptials of one Mr. and Mrs. Blogdad and Blogmom. On this day 38 years ago, they got married.
Fast forward through three daughters, two sons-in-law, two grandkids (with another on the way), four cats and lots of my ex-BFs... and they're still holding hands in church and commenting on blog posts together -- nearly four decades later!
Happy anniversary, guys! Love you! (And so do my readers!)
xoxo --
Always a Bridesmaid
P.S. I think we can all agree that I was the best gift you ever gave each other, but don't tell my sissies. ;)
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