Green Earrings and Meme

My lovely and talented buddy from across the pond tagged me for the ‘Six Word Memoir” meme. To see CG’s entry and to follow the chain back go Here

The back story is:

Legend has it that Hemingway was once challenged to write a story in only six words. His response? “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” Last year, SMITH Magazine re-ignited the recountre by asking our readers for their own six-word memoirs. They sent in short life stories in droves, from the bittersweet (“Cursed with cancer, blessed with friends”) and poignant (“I still make coffee for two”) to the inspirational (“Business school? Bah! Pop music? Hurrah”) and hilarious (“I like big butts, can’t lie”).

Never one to pass up an opportunity to be compulsively, neurotically, chronically efficient I decided I would combine the ‘Six Word Memoir’ with ‘Project Green’.
Make sure to check out all the Green folks by going to Anna’s place.

I was thinking of how to sum up my illustrious life in six words and of course thinking always gets me to thinking.

When I moved from the big bad streets of Brooklyn to the idyllic rolling meadows of New Jersey (Lordy – I am so full of crap) one of the first things to change was my face. I stopped wearing make-up everyday. As much as I’d love to think it was because I became more confident, less shallow, I really know it’s because of two things.

You can do almost anything and everything from your car in NJ. NYC is so in your face, you have to walk, you have to tell cabs where you’re going, you have to jostle past dozens of people at every turn. You have to show your face.

And – shortly after moving here I had my ears pierced – again and for good! Guess third try was the charm – first two had resulted in allergic reactions and infections. I have no clue if there was an initial connection between no make-up and ear piercing; I doubt it – I’m crazy but I rarely plan that well for myself.

So now I reserve putting crap and color all over my face for shifts at the giant-ass store or client meeting or dates (that’s hilarious!!). If my face has to be in your face then I will be kind and fix it first.

But – I must have earrings on at all times.

These darlings are one of my favorites …






And they have inspired ….

I accessorize well, therefore I am.

Sunglasses on, earrings in, I’m hot!

Hell No! Talk to the ear!

Oh Baby Baby! Feel my sparkle!

Can you see my ears now?

So there you have it – green earrings and meme.

I’m supposed to tag five folks but I rarely do what I’m supposed to do. If you’d like to try your hand at ‘Six Word Memoir’ then put on your earrings (you too ladies!) and go for it.

"Such a Pretty Me!"

Remember that song from "Flower Drum Song"? - "I feel pretty, oh so pretty" and "see the pretty girl in the mirror there, who could that pretty girl be?" - "such a pretty face, such a pretty (somethin') - such a pretty me!"

That song, along with "Look at Me I'm Sandra Dee" are long time standards in the Soundtrack to My Life. They come up all on their own when I'm feeling anything but pretty.

I think we all have a Soundtrack to Our Life - songs that pop into our heads at a particular moment - I have taken to letting the songs splain' to me what I'm feeling.

I'm still banging my head against that deadline. The printer has finally agreed to behave and for that I'm grateful but the papers that need pushing just keep growing and growing.

Yesterday I worked - well I was at my desk - from 6AM to 3AM this morning - my only break was my visit to the therapist and to Stop N' Shop. Imagine if they had therapy booths at the Stop N' Shop - oh the efficiency.

Since I'm still recovering from the "Elephant Leg" mishap I've been trying to balance the need to care for myself with the need to meet this deadly deadline. The leg needs to be elevated so I've got boxes (full of incomplete work and unwrapped Christmas gifts) stacked next to my desk and adorned with a giant pillow. The leg must go there whether it wants to or not several times a day. Given that the infection that led to "Elephant Leg" is still hanging around (for the holiday I assume) I have developed an abscess in a very unmentionable area - let's just say that when the leg ain't elevatin' the pillow is moved to my chair.

Add to this a lack of sleep and well - "such a pretty me" - At one point last night/this morning I was wrapped in a blanket wearing old sweatpants and a football jersey. My hair is shoved under a huge headband and I don't even remember where my make-up bag is. Even my beloved earrings have been forsaken. My earlobes are just too tired to hold them up. Oh and undergarments are such a drag at 3AM - I'm thinking of wrapping my desk with crib bumpers so I don't injure myself any further. And I've had another T-shirt idea - "Just cause my boobies are droopin' don't mean I can't have a nice day"

Now I really don't want any sympathy - just send chocolate. And I'm actually in a fine state of mind - coffee induced. The carrot at the end of my shiny nose is putting up my Christmas tree once I hit send on this data file.

I just wanted to share this vision of me - if I were really brave I'd enclose a photo but trust me, use your imagination.

And I wanted to confirm for myself that the light at the end of the tunnel might actually be Christmas - and not the oncoming train.

Edit: It was brought to my attention that my pretty girl song is from "West Side Story" - the song from "Flower Drum Song" is "I Enjoy Being a Girl" - clearly my inner IPOD shuffle needs some rest. Thanks to Cathy who always looks out for me.