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I know this seems super super self-loving, but my friend took these pictures and made me promise to put them up. Now, here's the challenge: You guys write about them. Do my thing. Go for it. Enjoy.
Anna - 20th Street, SF
4 months ago
139 comments:
I want your leathers but you're too tiny...
you look like gypsy pirate (in a good sense-I always wanted to be a pirate)...orange and brown look good on you...
subscribing...
YOU BEAT ME! I WANTED TO SAY GYPSY PIRATE! SERIOUS!!
At this point I grin evilly, jump out the back window and take off on me stolen boat, the "Pixie" along with me band of fortune tellers(thats the cover-once theyre in the fortune-telling tent we mekarev 'em)
I love the contrasting patterns and how they're tied together with a running color theme. Reminds me of this outfit me friend wore to her lchaim.
*goes to find picture*
http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/b3x8dYCllI1TlTiJw8zJDw?feat=directlink
The colors aren't the same, but I think the idea is...
OK, just answer me one question. How long did it take to get dressed in all that, and how long did it take to put the ensemble together? I'm prepared to be shocked.
ok this was a few months ago, so let me see if i can remember... i think, including hair, makeup, jewelry selection, and of course, clothes, it was between 20/30 minutes.
(if you were there, and remember differently, feel free to correct me).
ash!!beauteefull! its a hard look to pull off, all the diff. patterns and colors, but pull it off you did! (and very well, i may add).
Notice the way the grey contrasts with the yellow to evoke emotions similar to Beethoven's 96.5 selection....oh wait, are we talking about the car or Cheerio?
`Endofworld
:P
there. now be happy with blah blah blah
EOW
blah. Spending more than three minutes getting dressed...
Well, I wish, but girls take longer.
ten times as long?
I'd say I take 15. So 5 times as long, unless I don't have any clean clothes, then were talking hours...
I actually take 5 min to get dressed. It helps to have kids fighting on the outside of the bathroom door. Oh, and four of those minutes are spent trying to maneuver around a stack of toys and someone's (who shall remain nameless) parked toddler car.
but of course, i don't look nearly as .....dressed....as Cheerio
EOW
this is how i know i've been depressed - or, to use a less charged word, down - i wear my pajamas all day. even outside, sometimes.
the ratty ones?
`EOW
i'm single. i don't own any non-ratty pjs.
Ha! I have no ratty pjs! I wear sweat pants and shirt!
i'm married-i don't either. anyway, now I'm really getting offline. maybe.
TRS- dude, those are ratty. i wear basically the same thing.
EOW- you're bursting my bubble of illusions about married life. You'd better get offline before i ask you some awkward question...
ask away. i think there's a cloud of mystery surrounding marriage that should be popped.
EOW
Hey I wear the same thing as TRS! Except I also put on a sweatshirt and a skirt since I'm a tznius maidel. Anywho.
Yes, but mine look great.
No, I wear a sweatshirt too.
Nu, EOW, pop it.
yeah, i wear a sweatshirt sometimes too
ask.
EOW
So do you fight a lot the first year? Hmmm? Is this true?
i would prefer to call them misunderstandings. a fight would involve flinging dishes and police break-ups. We only had shomrim come in....
Anyway, eventually, you learn to accept and respect the other person...yes, even their habit of staying up late and them complaining of being tired the next day (that's me)
EOW
Hmmm... the box is open and I've got nothin'.
btw. everyone talks about how great shana rishona is, how they wish they could be like that again, blah blah blah.
life gets so much smoother, easier, and fun as time goes on. it was great while it happened, but it's also great to move on to the next year.
`eow
How about food? Where does that come in?
is life over when you get married? can you still do new things you want to do?
food fight?
`eow
Yeah is life over?
cheerio: life ends, you stay home all day mooning over a guy...i'm not supposed to tell you this, but you sign a secret pact swearing to never do anything fun again....
without the other person, of course.
why do you think life ends when you get married?
`eow
You throw food at your husband? I was once by a shabbos table where they did that for fun, and my mashpia said it wasn't tznius.
throw food at my husband? why the heck would i waste good food that way?
`eow
Actually, it was just a thing of sugar. It was quite cute.
EOW - everyone says - live while you're single, cuz once you have kids, you never do anything ever again.
TRS - aww, man! i am so glad we don't share mashpias....
I have a question, do you sleep anymore? you know, now that theres kids n all
My friends husband pushes her into the snow. There was a few weeks where she would leave shul and where ever they were eating for Shabbos 20 minutes before him...
Snow. Cold. Miserable.
Yeah? wait till it ices over...won't that be fun!
I know. I hate the winter.
it has - and it is!
I know, we went "skating" or you did and I couldnt cuz I have snowboots....
You guys haven't seen anything. Come to Wisconsin.
Do you not sleep EOW?
I know, its the one thing that terrifies me-funnily enough...
(I was referring to not sleeping by the ay) as for winter, you should all just move to oregon, Im telling you!
Me too, the thought of waking up every 3 hours for months....
*shudder.
Im not gonna think about it...I'm gonna think about happy things...like when they get married...
oregon? california, baby...
Sara: You know my relatives in Oregon?
You have relative there? Holy cow, who? Mishuloven? Or wilhelm, or chaiton...
nu boychick, spit it out...
You know who I am? Gezheh I'm not. No, their name is Glauber. Frum, not Lubav.
Plus I'm really close with AY and Fruma in Salem...
Gezheh? Translation please...
and I know the Glaubers, I went white water rafting with them this past summer
Fruma and AY I don't know
Nice. Yeah, Harry is my uncle, work the rest out yourself.
You should get to know them.
we'll see, Im not going home anytime soon...
Passover? Btw, gezheh refers to those of vintage lubav lineage.
Passover-nope, I'm a bit BT for a reason
oooh, vintage. yichus. I've got a friend with that
Oh well.
You probably have lots of friends with it. The classy ones are the kind who don't shove it in your face.
You speak from experience?
Yeah.
well if it ever happens to me, I'll be sure to throw a grandiose hissy fit.
If what ever happens to you?
If someone pulls the yichus card on me(don't worry, in truth I would probably nod politely and change the subject or....make up my own yichus...)
How would they do it?
How should I know, it hasn't happened yet-I suppose I have classy friends
It would only really happen in a shidduch situation. Not to be harsh, but that's not happening either.
Still, I could see someone casually dropping names. When my friends do that I casually talk about their ancestor's urine. Because that's all it really means.
If yichus is a priority, I probably wouldn't date him anyways so it works out.
Funny about the urine-have they learned yet?
Exactly. You don't want to marry a snob.
Yes. They don't care.
shame, shame. Why don't you become a great Rav so your kids will have yichus and make everyone else miserbale!-that was joke
Why? I think it's a great idea.
lol, but I thought yichus was worth urine in your eyes...
You should still strive to be a great Rav though.
Other people's yichus is urine in mine eyes.
ah, but your own is gold. Lovely how perspective changes things.
Exactly. But don't worry, I'm not likely to ever have any.
Ah, but I was hoping to tell my grandkids about how I used to blog comment with The Real Shliach! Oh well, perhaps I'll make something up instead
Oh, I'll have that yichus! But it'll be "the infamous TRS". not the type of thing people want their kids to marry into...
"beauty is in the eyes of the beholder." (or something similar)
besides, this way you can ensure you don't have any snobs in the family. It can be a good thing
Of course it's a good thing. It involves me, therefore it's a good thing.
Of course. Silly of me to think otherwise.
Are you a rabbit?
"silly rabbit, tricks are for kids."
I prefer Life.
At this age I prefer savory for breakfast...
ah, the post-Life-Fried egg stage?
Well, actually, eggs are not a bad brekkie...
Or lunch. Or dinner (with pastrami of course.)
Isn't that too much sodium or cholestrol or something?
I only eat eggs once everyother day or so. BUT I can eat them for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Otherwise its fish or squash or Life. And sometimes a sandwich. or sushi...
I have two responses to yichus snobs (we're not talking about friends):
1-Ich bin ah ihr ainekle fin Avroohim
2- (this one only gets trotted out if they get very annoying)
Oh, you have someone x generations back who had legitimate children. I bet he was the last one.
Sara: sounds healthy.
Modeh: ahh.
c'mon. Don't tell me it doesn't stop them talking yichis. (OK I admit sometimes they switch yichus for an incoherent roar and launch themselves at me, but you can't have everything)
Oooh, that does sound fun. Perhaps I'll try that AFTER my hissy fit. Or just nod politely and back away.
TRS-I am healthy, I just made salad and am going to blog about it I'm so proud...
Me too.
Back to topic of this blog: Cheerio, darlin you got great style. I like the blue contrast with the orange, it keeps the outfit dynamic and the boots really are quite fabulous.
she is my favorite.
who is she? how can i take her out for a date?
Cheerio-you got an offer!
dont sound so surprised, trs.
anon - ...
what does -... mean?
it means i (for once) dont know what to say.
-...!
(as in, me too)
say yes, and we'll take it from there!
Nu, Cheerio? This is hilarious!
this is pretty hilarious.
well, here's the thing: as a rule, I (and most other girls, I assume) don't date people I don't know.
(Aside from that, there's also the fact that I'm not dating, but that's almost irrelevant when compared to the point I'm trying to bring out. Trying to pick up girls on blogs? Doesn't really work when you're ANONYMOUS!)
Yeah it only works if you login with a google account.
If you logged in as anonymous?
With a working email.
And a profile picture.
And your name is "anonymous".
Why not? I'm sure there are hippie parents out there who would name their child as such. They probably have Anonymous, Blank, Rubber Bubble Gum and Tweezers...
But no one who Cheerio would want to marry. Come to think of it, that's actually who she would...!
It would be very Berkley...
"I (and most other girls, I assume) don't date people I don't know."
i would argue the opposite is true - you date someone you don't know in order to get to know them so that you can see if you like them.
i agree with the second half of your statement though. can't blame a guy for trying! (ok, it's hardly trying, i know.)
for a small fee I can arrange a meeting...
if i wanted a matchmaker, do you think i'd ask a girl out (semi)directly?
Whatever dude. But let me say that your chances of a date without my interference are zero...
um, his chances with your interference are still zero.
but anonymous dude - kudos for trying.
Are you kidding me? I charge him a hundred bucks, you entertain him for three hours, and we split the franklin!
there's a word for what you suggest and it begins with a p and ends with an imping.
Anon - you didn't quite get my point. Girls don't usually date people when they don't know WHO THEY ARE.
hey listen, it's a tough economy...
cheerio - it may not be common, but it isn't unheard of. in fact, it has a name: blind date!
c'mon - how many times do girls go out with a guy not knowing ANYTHING? a name, profession, picture... something? nope, doesn't happen.
And the only way to set this blind date up is through me! Anon, I expect an email within the hour...
bwahaha, lol, this is hilarious
cheerio - a blind date is not blind if you already know the guy/girl! if it's a name, profession and picture you seek, that could be arranged.
(any emails i send will be directed appropriately and without interference. your offer to assist, though redundant, is appreciated.)
Hey dude, no worries. Just know you have zero chance now...
DUDE! no, i'm not going out with you.
lol, valiant attempts though, bravo
Come on Cheerio! This was gonna be my parnasa for the next month!
like i said, can't blame a guy for trying. i can take no for an answer!
But if creepy anon would like to meet up with me that would be lovely, we could go dancing... on his face.
oh j, you're so sweet.
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