Remember how I started the C25K program? Remember how I said that I wasn’t planning on doing a 5K, that my only goal was to finish the program? Yeah, about that… I changed my mind…again. I will be doing the Blogher 5K in New York’s Central Park this August*, because how great will THAT be, to do a 5K in one of the most fabulous places in the entire world? Go big or go home, you know? Hold me. *With one of my roomies, Michelle. Anyone else doing it? ©2010 Suburban Scrawl
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On Judging Books By Their Covers: Don’t.
Just a reminder: You have only SIX DAYS LEFT to enter my $500 Visa Card giveaway, sponsored by Lincoln and the MKT. I know a bunch of you regular readers have not yet thrown your hat into the ring: WHYYYYY? I would totally enter if I could! Do it…for me? (Was that convincing enough? Click here for details.) Lately, I’ve been keeping track of what I eat on the iPod Touch I received for my birthday last November (thanks, Jim!). Keeping track of every crumb that goes into my mouth makes me think twice about my food choices. The last couple of days have been rainy around here, and instead…
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Driving Thru An Impromptu Fast Food History Lesson
What is it about teenagers, thinking that their parents were practically born in the Stone Age? It is an unfortunate set of circumstances that led me to have to write, for the second time this week, about another instance in which I am accused of being older than the hills. To make it worse, the accuser wasn’t even one of my own children. Close, though: it was the younger boy’s best friend. I was driving the two of them home from scouts on Monday night, and I decided to stop for Shamrock Shakes for the three of us (plus Jim and the older boy), to celebrate the grand news we…
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Would That Be By Telegram, or Pony Express?
I love my Redbook magazine subscription. The magazine is informative, fun to read, and extremely interesting. Every now and then, I find something blogworthy, like this, or this. I got the new issue in the mail last week, and just had a chance to read it yesterday when I restricted myself to the couch because of this nasty chest cold I’m dealing with. Once again, the magazine didn’t disappoint. The issue was great from cover to cover, but one particular article stood out. The article, “The secrets behind great marriages” (by Nicole Torio) caught my eye because I do indeed have a great marriage and I’m always interested in reading…
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Taking Target Marketing To A Whole New Disgusting Level
Marketing is part of what I do at the salon where I work. Though I don’t have a college degree in the subject, I consider myself to be a little bit savvy about finding our target audience (middle-aged, well-off women) and gearing our advertising to them. The entire idea behind good marketing is to make your service or product irresistable to a certain group of people, right? Think about the commercials that are placed in the middle of children’s programming: how many times have your kids declared, “I want that!”, just because a 30-second spot about some junky toy that will eventually end up under the bed or at the…
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Looking For Something?
It’s always a little fascinating–and sometimes disturbing–to open up Google Analytics and have an in-depth look at how people are finding my blog. I’ve had some pretty crazy search terms leading people here, and I thought you might enjoy it if I shared. The most popular “normal” searches that lead to my blog have to do with “how to pronounce tiara”, various questions relating to Boy Scouts, and now, information about buying a car. The others? Well, just read. Here are some stand-outs: “he flicked my nose”–Really? I’m sorry about that. But was it that bad that you had to look for advice about it on the web? “my braces…
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I Finally Hit Bottom.
I never thought this would happen, in a million years. In fact, I thought I took measures to make sure this would never happen. Back in the day, I couldn’t even count them all. My supply? Overflowing. I was definitely a hoarder. They were so pretty when you put them all together; they made a rainbow of possibilities, to be used in whatever order I deemed necessary. They relaxed me, or invigorated me, or reminded me of my favorite moments. They could wash away a bad day in record time. And now? With no ceremony, they are gone. All gone. *wringing hands* And I don’t know what my next steps…
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Does An Apology Make It Okay?
Each and every year, viewers tune in to the MTV Video Music Awards because there are always a few moments that the whole world is talking about the next day. Last night’s show was no different in that it had stand-out moments, but one of them was despicable, uncomfortable, and unbelievable. Taylor Swift, the 19-year-old country music dynamo (who has managed to cross over into pop as well, something pretty rare for a true country artist), won her first “Moon Man”, for Best Female Video of the year. As she was excitedly accepting her award, Kanye West turned what was one of the best moments of her life into quite…
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Are You Smarter Than A College Admissions Department?
As you know, we’re knee-deep in the college search over here. We’ve had some great experiences so far, and some not-so-great ones. Recently, the older boy and I got him all signed up with a couple of the websites that are sort of like “scholarship clearinghouses”. That’s probably not a good name for them; I made that up. What happens is, you sign up and create a very detailed profile, and these websites will do the scholarship searching FOR YOU, which is more awesome than you can even imagine if you’re sitting there watching Nickelodeon with your younger kids at this moment. Back in the olden days, we had to…
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We Interrupt This Warm, Post-BlogHer Glow For a Rant…
Dear Witch-that-lives-down-the-street, You really pissed me off a few minutes ago. There I was, innocently walking my rambunctious little dog-child down the street and on the home stretch when she, having to poo, veered into the front corner of your yard next to your driveway by a mere three inches. As she got into poo-position and started to do her business–for the second time on this particular walk–you appeared at your screened window and shouted at me, “Hey, could you not do that?” First of all, *I* wasn’t doing anything. But whatev. I replied to you, “I’m sorry, she had to go, and I already used the bag I had…