A Bit Awkward

I love the Pottery Barn look, but I'm not sure this manner of bookshelf use would be any good for anyone who actually reads the books she owns.

Yummy in My Tummy

One more blog to add to the list . . .

Fat, Dumb, and Happy

I've long believed that there is a link, for some people, between stress and fat. So why, if my life is now relatively stress-free, am I fat (BTW, do you agree that "fat" as an adjective is an ugly word?)?

Apparently, lack of stress and fat have some connection for me as well. I seem content to meander through life these days, eating what I want and when I want, growing more and more "chunky." Certainly, I don't want to go back to the stress-filled life where I had to hide in a bathroom stall at work once a week to cry, but maybe there's such a thing as too much contentment.

Anyone's Guess

I finally had my first job interview today, at a local public library. I really have no idea how I did. It wasn't a total disaster, but I know I could and should have done much better. On the other hand, I'm often more critical of my work than are others, so I may not be the best judge of reality.

Either way, it's out of my hands now. The job is part-time, a fact that is both good and bad. So, I'm prepared to accept whatever outcome arises, and to move on from there. The selection committee will be narrowing to a list of candidates to invite for second interviews with the library director, and I should hear about that next week.

Will keep you posted!

Taken In, or, If It Sounds Too Good to Be True...

There's a reason I try not to watch commercials on television. I rarely watch any of "my shows" at the very time they air, because I refuse to sit through the commercials, and thanks to that magical invention, the DVR, I don't have to.

But on Labor Day, while doing some monotonous work on the bedroom computer, I turned on TNT to listen to the all-day reruns of The Closer. Alas, I have only an old-fashioned non-DVR receiver in the bedroom, so I had to listen to commercials unless I was quick on the mute button.

So, when Keri Russell asked if I was tired of wearing lip gloss that wore off after a few hours (uh, more like minutes in my case), I ran out to buy the CoverGirl product she swore would last for 10 hours.

Ugh. A complete waste of $7, for a toxic paint-like liquid that you apply underneath a separate, shiny balm from a different tube. Yes, it will last for 10 hours, even on your teeth (when it smudged on my teeth, the only way I got rid of it all was with a toothbrush.) Turns out, I didn't buy the exact product Keri is touting--I bought something similar--but it probably doesn't make a difference. That's what I get for listening to a commercial.

BTW, don't bother trying George Hamilton's Pita Thins either. They're too salty even for me, and I have a pretty high tolerance for salt.