So, yesterday, I was minding my own business, carrying out my very exciting day of running errands and cooking and cleaning and working (my life is ALL glamor, let me tell you.) and I was actually about ready to give you a kind of six-month review, to tell you how my life has changed in the last little while (read: complete 180) whereupon I chose to give up my office job and my live-in nanny to become a work-at-home mom and spend as much time with my children as I can, to really know them, and even though I spend many many hours of my day being tired and cranky and busy and dammit, and I seriously can’t remember the last movie I saw in the theater that wasn’t animated, it’s totally 100% worth it…I got this text:
At noon, I need you to go to Perimeter Mall. Text me when you are there.
Of course, because I am a control freak, I begin to panic. What’s going on? And wait…do I need to shower? Do I need to eat lunch before I do this? Do I need to wear pants?
Go to Starbucks. Order a latte. Drink it. Enjoy. Head to Bath & Body Works and tell them you are Ali. Text me when you are done there.
Go to Anthropologie. Tell them you are Ali. Lemme know when you are done there.
A room full of clothing for me to try on. a gift card. and a dress (and a sweater and a shirt and a belt. whee!)
Go to American Cookie Company and tell them you are picking up for Martell.
That is all. Go and have yourself a GREAT day!
Wow.
That’s really all I can say.
Wow.
(mostly because my mouth is chock full of chocolate chip cookie goodness)
(really, the cake now only says “I and lo”)
(my ass REALLY wishes I was kidding about that)
But while my ass and I are fighting over whether or not I should have one.last.piece. I will direct your attention over to this little flasher dude. You may have seen him before on such delurker days as 2009 and 2008 where I urged all of you readers who read but never comment to jump in and leave me a comment today. Let me know you are reading…I’d like to see you somewhere other than in my statcounter!!
So, now I’m back for the twenty-ten version. This year, I have decided that I am going to give $1 for every comment I get to the Help4Anissa fund. I realize that some people are giving money to Haiti and I think it’s truly amazing. I donated yesterday morning after waking up and not being able to turn away from the horrific photos on CNN. But, MY ANISSA, she hits much closer to home for me. You see, my friend Anissa, she is a rockstar. She came out of that coma and called me The Alimartell. She is talking, laughing, joking, reading. She is amazing, but stroke recovery is a long haul, even for her. Anissa is living proof that miracles happen every day, all around us. She is true magic. But, in making this magic happen, she needs lots of help. She needs her family, she needs her friends, and she needs YOU.
You have three options…you can answer the 2008 question: WHAT MOVIE ARE YOU EMBARRASSED TO ADMIT THAT YOU LOVE?? (Center Stage was my answer. It still is)
***Also, I HAVE to jump in here and tell you that I love love love love 10 Things I Hate About You and Bring It On and watch them more often than a normal person should.
or
you can answer the 2009 question: WHO IS ON YOUR LIST? (my list is ever-changing…and I’ve got lots of them…the fictional five…the UGLYHOTTS, you know, like Sean Penn…)
or
you can answer the 2010 question: WHAT IS THE NICEST THING ANYONE HAS EVER DONE FOR YOU? (which, clearly, my answer is in the little scavenger hunt above)
(or you can curse our the husband because, really, he makes us all kind of look bad, doesn’t he?)
– when we were in high school. A real keeper, to be sure.
