I have some trivia today. And as part of this trivia list, I am sharing a photo taken of me recently, though I can not guarantee that every item on the list will relate to the photo. In fact, I’m fairly sure many of them won’t. Please love me anyway.
I have stopped wearing pink lipstick.
Background: I started wearing a delicate, feminine pink lipstick awhile back, after having seen Countess Luanne on a Real Housewives of New York reunion show three or so years ago and noticing that her lips were a delicate, feminine shade of pink. I mean, her lips were gorgeous. I immediately searched Twitter to find out what lipstick it was, then eventually found a Maybelline version that matched and totally went for it. Then, about three years later, otherwise known as a couple of weeks ago, I finally realized that I can wear all the pink lipstick I want and it will never look like it looks on Countess Luann, because our coloring is completely different. Translation: she actually has pigment to her skin and I don’t. Anyway, I’ve been wearing lipstick with more color lately! I feel like I’m playing dress-up sometimes, but it’s fun to experiment.
I've been filming my show for the last two weeks.
This is the final block of filming until next year, which is good because I’m almost out of lipstick.
I grin like my dad.
See in the photo above how I’m grinning with my lips together and ever-so-slightly pursed? That’s how my dad grins. It’s how he’s grinned since high school. And he had a best friend who grinned the same way, and still grins the same way. And his best friend’s daughter and I have photos together throughout the years where we imitated our dads’ close-mouthed, pursed lipped grins. And now I do it without meaning to.
I also hate bananas like my dad.
We have to be missing a taste bud or something. And I’m sure glad we are, because who in their right mind would ever eat something as demonic as A BANANA? *Shudder*
Volleyball is great spectator sport.
Paige has been playing volleyball. Actually, this is an understatement. Paige has been eating, sleeping, and breathing volleyball. It has been a very short, concentrated season, emphasis on we’ve-put-nine-million-miles-on-the-car-in-six-weeks. But oh, is volleyball fun! I’m not going to name any names about another sport we’ve been involved in for years, but it involves a ball being kicked around a field. And sometimes the ball goes wayward and you have to wait for a minute or two before it’s back in play. No so with volleyball: The action starts the second the game starts and you daren’t take your eyes off the court!
I tried to play volleyball once.
I wasn’t very good at it and never really got to play. Something about mE always ducking or running if the volleyball came at me. Or something. My understanding was that this trait is not considered an asset on a volleyball court. Some coaches can be so demanding!
I speak British now.
Because the film crew that shoots my show travels here from England, I am now fluent in British. Not English—we share that common language, of course—but British. So I now use words like “daren’t” without even flinching. And I call the trunk of the car “the boot” just to confuse Marlboro Man and the kids, I call the stove “the hob,” and everything good—whether the taste or the appearance or the action or the weather—is “lovely.”
I am a FitBit flunkie!
I’m trying to pinpoint when and where things went so horribly wrong, and I’m definitely trying to figure out whom besides myself to blame, because blaming myself for not exercising is just not the way I do business. But I’ll be back in the saddle soon!
I just remembered why I'm a FitBit flunkie.
Picture, if you will, a desk. And on this desk sits two computers and one monitor. One of the computers is old and the other computer is new. The monitor is hooked up to the new computer and the old computer is unplugged because the person who owns the desk and the computers is pretty much finished accessing and transferring all the files from the old computer to the new one. Then picture, if you will, a FitBit with a dead battery. And imagine, if you will, what would happen if the owner of the FitBit were to place it into its charger, then plug the charger into the old computer. If you imagined that the FitBit would be unresponsive and never charge, you are correct. And if you imagined that the owner of the FitBit would immediately realize that he/she had plugged his/her dead FitBit into a computer that was not plugged in, you would be wrong. But if you imagined that the owner of the FitBit would become frustrated that her FitBit was not functioning properly because it would not charge for several days before she, I mean he/she finally realized it wasn’t plugged in…you would be correct. Anyway, that’s what initially derailed me.
Did that FitBit story impress you?
Never mind. Don’t answer that. Just remember me in happier times.