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Brandi Carlile: Right on Time

17 Jan

First of all, I don’t understand Brandi’s new look.

It’s like David Bowe & wild-days Elton John mashed up. I get that those were her heroes/idols, but the look is definitely a “show look” not street wear. So I figured it must be like an era (al la Taylor Swift) and probably fit the theme of the new album. But it was confusing that the twins didn’t change their look at all. They looked the same as they ever did. But I waited for the album, hoping it would fall into place once I heard it.


I don’t know what’s happening. The album is not a funsy-disco, or campy gay theme, nor is it thematic like outer space, or anything that warrants a costumy look. So I chalk it up to midlife crises. And the album might support that view…

It opens with Right On Time– With the words, “It’s not too late” this song sets the album’s tone. The piano-driven, lyrically-centered tune reminds me of “That Wasn’t Me.” That latter song was the single off of Bear Creek which is apt, because I think that album was the beginning of the story arc discussed in this current album. I feel like Bear Creek was all excitement and hope for what was to come, all getting together and family-building. While In These Silent Days is the impending ending/inevitable divorce, maybe staying together unhappily in co-dependence

There are nice bits of electric guitar w/the piano, to show both regret and a bit of edginess. And oh, the singing! Brandi’s voice shines through this song, as well as every song on the entire album. She is always a stunner on vocals, but in each track she makes sure to showcase it, not in just one or two outstanding singles. In this album-opener, Brandi hits that high note. Twice. Then it’s an even higher note!

Brandi/the narrator of the song acknowledges bad behavior, which does warrant anger/hurt in the other person, but makes clear it’s not too late, and she(?) wants to try again. So this album starts at big relationship problems, and indicates things are about to fall apart. But the main character is grasping tightly, not wanting to give up and let go.

ADA for Sneakers?!

15 Sep

Dress codes are stupid.  Especially when the job is not customer-facing in any way.  Like, who cares what people wear as long as it’s not showing body parts that are unacceptable for work?!  But Companies still persist in trying to micromanage employees.  Also, dress shoes legit hurt my feet and slow me down.  So I wrote a letter to leadership at my corporation.  It was persuasion to just go ahead and change the dress code because it’s unnecessary:

My purpose is to respectfully persuade you that daily sneakers should be allowed in the dress code.
We are not client facing so sneakers won’t be an issue.  Our professionalism, productivity, and quality will be the same if we can wear sneakers.  If anything my shoes have been the conversation point that brings joy to both me and the people I work with.
Sneakers offer support and comfort.  Which is important to me.  I have genetic bunions that press shoes and become sore and sharp ankle bones sure to tear blisters.  Also, participating in competitive dance For 11 years of my childhood has impacted my feet making them Crack and pop and leaving my arches tender.  Cheerlesding with its explosive jumps (and the resulting high impact landing) and the twisting stunts over 5 feet above the ground left lifelong ankle problems.  And 4 years of pole vaulting and struggling to complete my turn resulting in landing my full body weight from heights above 7 feet have left my ankles stiff and sore In adulthood.  Sneakers provide that supports and comfort to feet and ankles that have known better days.
I seldom speak at work because of anxiety and introversion, but I do express myself through my outfits which I plan a month ahead.  And shoes are perhaps the most important part of the outfit- matching and tieing the look together.  I honor holidays, events, and themes using my attire and thats what makes me who I am.  95% of my shoes are sneakers for the afore- mentioned comfort.  I just bought a slew of pants to meet dress code now I’m reluctant to buy all new shoes when I already have ——— pairs of perfectly good fashion sneakers.
I implore you to please take this earnest letter into consideration and change the dress code to allow for daily sneakers.  They mean a lot to me.
I don’t know why, but I expected a human response to this sincere letter.  I should have known better.  I got the “corporate treatment” instead.  You know, where they copy and paste the rule they wrote and email it to you (again) informing you of the rule.  Which I already knew, and that’s why I was writing?!  Like, change the rule, b/c we don’t need it-is what I was asking…  Alas, I was just given this rule and told if I had a problem I’d need to register a disability.  Which seems very, very heavy-handed.  But I went through the paperwork and the motions and the doctor’s appointment, not expecting much.  And to my surprise, I was granted disability status.  But should it have gone that far?  I don’t think so, just let us wear shoes, ffs.  Below is some of the things I had to put in my fancy government papers:




plantar fascietis

weak ankles



alignment (especially compensating for unsupportive footwear)



decreased stamina

fatigue in feet and ankles

muscle weakness

reduced motion in the ankles

sitting (exacerbates pain and stiffness later)


stiffness in feet and ankles (exacerbated after sitting).



Prevent worsening of conditions and reduce further problems by wearing more supportive footwear.


Need a wide toe-bed.

need support for plantar fasciitis.

need more support for weak ankles.


Oh the joys of Corporate America!

Blouse Grouse

27 Jan

I don’t own a single blouse. Which gets ridiculous if I have to dress professionally, have some occasion to attend, or an interview. I have tons of clothes, but not one nice looking–or even passable shirt.

The big-boss at work said he gets all his professional wear from this thrift store near my apartment. Since I hate spending money on clothes I don’t even really want or wear often, I thought that was genious. And my mom attributed my success (that comes later in the post) to my petite size.  Which I concur is an advantage.  Buying professional wear thrift had never occurred to me before, and I had been cheaping-out best I could at WalMart.

Once I got to the store, I really liked it. It was clean and they had hung everything up, rather then stuffing a mish-mash of stuff as thrift stores usually do. The only thing I hate more then shopping, is rifling through a random, disorganized pile. And trying on clothes AT the store.

But being motivated to spend less, I put on my big-girl panties and looked for blouses.  Turns out I don’t own any blouses, because I’m just not a blouse person.  They are non-breathable fabrics, too tight, too low, or too froo-froo for me.  I want a modestly cut, comfortable, breathable shirt that doesn’t showcase any of my pieces.  Apparently, that’s not a thing.  I really didn’t like any of the blouse options.

But I did see a lot of sweaters.  And They are professional (enough) and warmer.  Also, they tend to cover more skin and not be as tight-tight-tight.  So I bought a LandsEnd power-yellow, Charter Club sparkle-plum, Croft & Barrow forest, Eddie Bauer ocean-blue, Polo Jeans Company chocolate brown, and North Crest lavender.  Make no mistake, I could care LESS about brand names.  I actually loathe the practice of paying more for a similar product just because it features some designer name.  I bought these sweaters primarily for the colors.  And they weren’t allowed to be low-cut or too tight.  Anyway, I scored!  They were all for under $20!  SIX name-brand, perfectly new-looking sweaters, with no stains, tears, or problems.  Which if you’ve ever looked at department store sweater prices–you know is amazing.  One sweater could easily cost $30–and usually they’re more.  So now I have a week’s worth of professional attire that I can wear to class and in my career.  That is–if I am accepted to school (small details).

I have no idea what I’ll wear in hot weather–is there a blouse-alternative?!  But I’m set for winter and air conditioning.  Next–pants.  I’ll go back after a couple of paychecks to get some professional-looking pants for school, clinics, my externship, and eventual work.  Again, IF I’m accepted to my audiology program. . .

What a Problem to Have

3 Jul

I want to show off my bikini body–while I have it.  Since I’ve been running, my body has gotten really lean and muscled.  I fully realize with my (mostly terrible) eating/drinking habits and Washington’s weather, this nice body is completely temporary.  Come fall semester (fall brews) I’ll be back to my (physically) lazy ways, and become pale and chubby(er) again.

As such, I am desperate to get some pool pics–just to prove in the future that once I was hot.  Don’t tell me you don’t know what I’m saying here.  As an example–what bride HASN’T gone on a major diet before the big day?  Who hasn’t shown their kids HS photos of their buffer, younger bod?  Anyhow, as common as it is to do–this whole thing makes me come off so superficial and boisterous.  Which is definitely NOT me.  I am just thrilled that my hard work (running and watching calorie intake) is paying off, that’s all.

Problems with this seemingly simple plan:

The weather.  Sure the whole country is complaining of a heat wave.  It did not make it here.  The mornings are chilly.  It’s constantly cloudy.  Even when it does get warm, there is a cold, gusty wind.  And there has been rain and 50-60 degree weather far more then sunshine and 80+ temperatures.

The bathing suit.  All of mine have been. . .  Seen.  In this world of Facebook photo-ops, I have managed to post all my best bathing suits already.  And I do not want the world to think I just have *gasp* just one or two swimming suits.  It’s bad enough that every picture of me seems to be in my Lucky jeans–just because they are so versatile, not because they’re the only ones I own or wear.  As an extention of this problem, the stores have picked-over, expensive seperates in July.  It has not been easy finding anything cute, matching, or afforadable.  How is such a small piece of material $40 and up?  THEY are making a huge profit on that.  It’s like those restaurants that offer a cookie/brownie with a scoop of vanilla as their feature dessert.  [Who orders those, anyway?  Stupid!] Very little cost to make–huge mark-up.

Lastly, I broke down and went to the mall (I hate, hate, HATE shopping) only to find that I am too modest for most all swimsuit cuts in ANY store.  I’m serious–the custest fabrics are made of strings.  I found an adorable fish-bone decorated top, but even standing in Pac-Sun’s dressing room I was uncomfortable and tugging on it.  The pattern = cute, but like any strapless top, shifting = decidedly UN-attractive.  The only bathing suit top I liked the whole time?  These cute, patterned halter tops with criss-cross back at Macy’s.  And guess what?  Those were plus-sized.  Sigh. . .

A side-note to my “problems” how do women shop???  I was horrified and appalled at most of the styles in every store geared toward every age.  I was waaaaay too modest for swim-wear, skirts, shorts, and even the pants.  And size isn’t an issue for me.  I can fit in the sizes, but strings, super-short, really revealing, skin-tight?  Nope, nuh-uh.  And I’m not certain who these clothes are even designed for.  Maybe 10% of the population actually looks good (comfort notwithstanding) in super-skin tight day-glow “jeans” or cheek-bearing shorty-shorts, or a string bikini.  Why waste so much money designing for models and ballerinas?  It has everything to do with patriarchy:  Make women feel fat and ugly to keep them from even wanting to do anything meaningful, and keep them so uncomfortable in their wardrobe that even if they want to take some sort of action in the world, they couldn’t possibly MOVE to do so.  I couldn’t bring myself to support that industry–or devaluation of women.

Anyway, that’s my dilemma.  And I fully realize you readers are spitting on me for having such luck to have a problem like that.  So I’m not sure of my “get the buff-bod seen” plan.  Maybe I’ll just buy some match-E-match sweats from the Victoria’s Secret Semi Annual Sale and call it good.  As a bonus–I could really USE those.  And  they provide coverage, and I can move in them without my stuff hanging out.  I’ll remember the 6 pack abs, lack of love-handles (almost), and beefed up calves.

Pants Around My Ankles

1 Jul

To maximize my chance of getting to the track to run–that’s the hardest part you know–I changed into my running clothes at work.  This meant going into the small bathroom (after clocking out at the end of the day, for those keeping track) and going from scrubs to tank and shorts.

As a lazy person, I didn’t want to take off my sneakers in order to take off my (narrow ankled) scrub pants only to have to put the shoes back on.  It was a good, time-saving plan.  And one I could execute without sitting down in the (sometimes icky b/c of the house cats) bathroom.

Well, things went awry in a hurry.  When my pants were halfway over the sneaker–they got stuck.  I couldn’t get the pants off.  I tugged until I heard ripping noises.  Better not.  And I couldn’t get them back on either to just start over and take the shoes off.  The pant cuff was just directly around the girth of my shoe.  Trapping me.

So I’m standing in the work bathroom (in my underwear) with my pants stuck on my sneakers.  I can’t leave the bathroom and sit down or get help–because, well, I’m in my underwear.  So I just pulled frantically, ripping fabric noise or not!  For a good 15 minutes I was stuck there like that.

Lesson learned:  It does not save time to try to take pants off without first removing the shoes.  It only seems like it will save time.

Cord Confusion

29 Jun

Obviously when I run I need music.  And I have the most awesome ipod ever-“Sunny-Pod.”  It’s a 8 or 16 GB capacity, thin, gold ipod with a (free) engraving that says, “To see sunshine, you must weather the storm.”  LOVE.  Also, it has a pedometer, and a stopwatch that will capture my splits.  My ear buds that go with it are noise canceling–and work perfectly too.  Even riding Seattle’s bus system, I could only hear my relatively quiet music, not the chatter, engine, and city noises.  The music set-up:  So Awesome.

The only thing that is not awesome is the cord.  I stick the cord under my tank/tee and either tuck Sunny-Pod into my waistband or a pocket if I have one.  More ecently, I have preferred holding SunnyPod in my hand to keep an eye on my time, to change the song if it’s not optimal, and to adjust the volume as necessary.

BUT if SunnyPod is tucked away the cord gets caught in my arm swing, and the cord slips down my shirt so the buds start to pull out of my ears, so I’m wasting time by constantly tugging the cord up out of my shirt.   And when I’m holding SunnyPod in my hand to get my time, capture splits, change the song, and control volume–all things I want to do–the cord feels too short.

My shirt makes the cord go lower and my natural arm swing is just a bit too much of a stretch–it pulls the buds out of my ears.  I feel like a shorter shirt might help me run with SunnyPod in my hand without unnaturally shortening my arm swing to accomodate.  And I know you’re thinking maybe I should just run in my sports bra–but I would be mortified.  It would make me feel too exposed and too much like a sorostitute.

Facebook friends suggested pinning or taping the cord.  But one–it seems a lot of work every time I run, and two it sounds uncomfortable.  Sweating, pulling, taking it off–sound like 3 problems with that method.  A blue tooth cordless option would be ideal, but it’s expensive, and I think I’d have to give up my noise-cancelling ear buds.  Maybe for the longer term.

Once I had an arm band, but many things are wrong with that:  A)  You can’t constantly see the stopwatch or capture splits without breaking stride.  B)  If volume in songs is drastically different it takes some doing to adjust it.  And have you ever had a really quiet song followed by a SUPER loud one?  Torture.  Hearing aids are not very sexy when you’re 30.  C)  The resulting tan line is ugly and unsymmetrical.  D)  The arm band gets all sweaty and yucky.  I never did figure out how to really get mine clean without compromising the closure on it.  E)  Worst of all-the arm band eventually stretches.  The first one I had started on my wrist, stretched to bicep size, went to my ankle, and when it stretched to the size of my theigh I ditched it–I don’t need a belt!

And I am NOT willing to run sans music. What’s a girl to do?  Any ideas out there?  Do I just need the patents to catch up with my problems?  It shouldn’t be so difficult to come up with a feasible solution. . .

Pole Vault Posse’

2 Dec

I miss pole vaulting so much!  I wish it was a lifelong sport, and didn’t require all sorts of expensive equipment and safety amenities.  If I had means to buy or borrow a pole I would at the very least go to some PV camp or clinic–but alas I just have to advertise my love for the sport through clothing.

I couldn’t really find anything I liked though.  The cute slogans were on pretty ugly colored shirts, or looked cheap and like they wouldn’t hold their shape.  So maybe I’ll try my hand at designing my own shirt, hoodie, or hat. . .  Here are some of the phrases I liked (in order from most to least, I’m pretty sure):


I Vault.  What’s your superpower?

Vault:  keep raising the bar

Why Run?  When you can fly?

Life’s a climb–pole vaulters just get there faster

Chicks with Sticks

In some states it’s ILLEGAL to get this high

Pole Vault:  I can jump higher than you

Life is an event.  Pole Vault is serious.

Danger:  High Vaultage

Phat Chance [10-15-06]

16 Jan

Anyone that knows me, knows I’m 5’2″. I cannot weigh very much, because there is no place for it to go–I’d be a total fat-ass! I realize taller people are going to weigh more and should wear a larger size than me. I’m not prejudiced against people that are bigger than me (I am NOT anti-fat, just anti-being in denile about wearing your correct size, whatever it is). I have worn a size 5 since my sophomore year of high school. Though my measurements have actually increased by an inch, I now wear a size 2. I just get disgruntled when size 10s refuse to buy a size 10, and instead wear a size 5. No one but you knows or cares what size you are! If size 5 is ACTUALLY a 10, what are people who wore old size 5 supposed to wear? Is this why childrens clothes look age-inapropriate these days?!  Negative sizes–don’t even get me started!  Just another way that our patriarchial society tries to make women disappear and appropriate the power of females.

Just today I tried on a slutty sailor costume that was a “small” and it was jumbo-tron. Ok, ladies–you are not wearing a size smaller, the sizes are just getting larger to appeal to your vanity. Yes, it’s true America has moved toward an unhealthy obsession with weight, and Hollywood stars and models are much too thin. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t support this culture of eating disorders.  BUT lots of people say–oh I am ideal because I wear the same size as Marilyn Monroe who wore a size 14-16.

The standards for women’s dress sizes have not remained constant over the years; they have changed as the size and shape of the average woman has changed. (Clothing manufacturers assume most women don’t want to wear clothing of a size identified as “Large,” for example, so they adjust their sizing so that the average-sized woman takes a “Medium.” If the size of the average woman has increased over the years, then the very same size that was a “Large” fifty years ago might be a “Medium” today. This is what has happened to women’s dress sizes since the 1940s: a woman who weighs more now than she did twenty years ago might actually be wearing a smaller dress size today (like me).

What was a size 12 in the 1940’s is now a size 8, because women on average have gotten larger (super-size me–anyone?!), and because women feel more comfortable buying dresses in smaller sizes. Marilyn Monroe, often considered the standard, “all American” icon wore a size 16 during much of her heyday. She almost certainly did not wear dresses equivalent to today’s size 16 and the white dress she wore in “The 7 year Itch” is a size eight by today’s standards.

Marilyn Monroe’s measurements: Height: 5 feet, 5½ inches, Weight: 118-140 pounds, Bust: 35-37 inches, Waist: 22-23 inches, Hips: 35-36 inches, Bra size: 36D.

Marilyn Monroe:   38-23-36

Jennifer Aniston:    34-23-35.5

Heidi Klum:           35-24-35