tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439292652089800032024-03-14T02:14:58.288-04:00Painting the Town PinkBethany Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194136797765906960noreply@blogger.comBlogger150125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843929265208980003.post-89349372836041497172011-11-15T16:36:00.004-05:002011-11-15T16:49:39.037-05:00Marcel the Shell with shoes on<span class="Apple-style-span" >Dear Marcel the Shell with shoes on,</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Where have you been all my life?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Love, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >me</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Part 1:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VF9-sEbqDvU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Part 2:</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ta9K22D0o5Q" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>"Guess why I smile a lot... Uh. Cause it's worth it."</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >-Marcel the Shell with shoes on</span></div>Bethany Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194136797765906960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843929265208980003.post-13928154169956246072011-11-08T14:58:00.007-05:002011-11-08T16:16:07.638-05:00And That's Love.<span class="Apple-style-span" >Well, <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/10/30/fashion/when-the-words-dont-fit-modern-love.html?pagewanted=1&_r=1&ref=style&adxnnlx=1320782533-3pmIywBo2Ho04qAOrhI5FQ">isn't this just lovely?</a></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >A few excerpts from the Modern Love column "When the Words Don't Fit" are below, but really, you'll want to just go ahead and read <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/10/30/fashion/when-the-words-dont-fit-modern-love.html?pagewanted=1&_r=1&adxnnl=1&ref=style&adxnnlx=1320782533-3pmIywBo2Ho04qAOrhI5FQ">the whole thing</a>. I promise it will leave your heart smiling.<br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>When the Words Don't Fit</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >by Sarah Healy</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /><i>... He walked me to my car, and we kissed in the parking garage, under orblike yellow lights. It was a still kiss, a postcard kiss, a Disney princess kiss, the kind of kiss that makes blue cartoon birds chirp and swirl in the sky, their beaks holding garlands.<br /><br />And this is exactly where the story should end. It should cut to credits, and the music should be triumphant but soft. Your last image should be of the young girl and the handsome poetry-writing boy frozen in a movie kiss. You should brush the popcorn off your lap and leave the theater smiling because everything worked out the way you knew it would. You can leave remembering that time when you were young and lovely, and things like that could happen.<br /><br />Because it’s boring to say that things don’t work out like they do in the movies. Everyone knows that. Even 21-year-olds. But it’s hard to resist a great story. If we had lasted, we would have had one hell of a story.<br /><br />[...]</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br />“You have to believe that the Lord put you together in the first place.” That’s what my father said in his toast. That was his advice to my husband and me, his way of saying that what we had was preordained, that it was divine. And really, it was as good an explanation as any for love.</i><br /><br /></span><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >[...]</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >So, I suppose that’s the point: Love chooses us.<br /><br />My husband and I don’t have a great “meeting” story. We met in a conventional way and had a conventional wedding. And in some sense, we lead a conventional life.<br /><br />But my husband has seen me at my worst, at my most vile. And he has seen me at my best. He knows the things I don’t tell anyone, and the lies that I tell everyone but him. I have made sacrifices for him and been angry about it. Sometimes his flaws are so egregious, so blatant, they are all I see. And sometimes his kindness is so stunning that I am humbled.<br /><br />And that’s love. Big, epic, fairy-tale love. The kind of love people write about. The kind of love that could inspire a poem.</span></i></div></div></div>Bethany Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194136797765906960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843929265208980003.post-30941605389569605512011-11-01T10:12:00.004-04:002011-11-01T10:20:08.678-04:00Make yourself a New Yorker<span class="Apple-style-span" ><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uz-wHDE7QoI/Tq__S4grajI/AAAAAAAAAbY/R798faikr0o/s1600/liberty.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uz-wHDE7QoI/Tq__S4grajI/AAAAAAAAAbY/R798faikr0o/s400/liberty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670031155754920498" /></a><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 18px; font-size: small; "><i>"Make yourself a New Yorker, declare yourself a New Yorker, and New York accepts you, and is glad to have you, and is the more glad the more you are worth the having."</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Robert Shackleton, <i>The Book of New York</i></span></span></div>Bethany Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194136797765906960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843929265208980003.post-75085274468451623002011-10-14T15:46:00.002-04:002011-10-14T15:50:30.854-04:00Totally need to do this this weekend<span class="Apple-style-span" ><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Yc57X0j_UwM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br />Seriously. It's been almost 7 weeks since I moved (and, you know, a few more than that since I've blogged... but who's counting?). And my beautifully large closet is still in a total disarray. That will all change this weekend though. No traveling. No holy matrimonies. No out of town guests. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Just me. And my closet.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Heaven, help me.</span></div></div>Bethany Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194136797765906960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843929265208980003.post-48600126586006760442011-07-29T14:40:00.003-04:002011-07-29T14:44:51.767-04:00Some days...<span class="Apple-style-span" >Some days, you just need to see a fluffy dog catching a ride on top of a turtle...</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TyXrSJpQ_tk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Today is one of those days. Happy Friday!</span></div>Bethany Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194136797765906960noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843929265208980003.post-12955132708913888672011-07-14T14:18:00.005-04:002011-07-14T17:20:48.691-04:00And now... The Epic Conclusion.<span class="Apple-style-span" >10 years in cinematic making, and it all comes down to this... <i>Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2. </i></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Less than 7 hours until I'm sitting in Lincoln Square Cinemas for my very last midnight showing of this amazing series. I'm joining <a href="http://www.variety.com/article/VR1118039792">the thousands of die-hard fans</a> tonight, along with my Potter-loving <a href="http://kforce.tumblr.com/">BFF</a> and BF... and let's be honest, <a href="http://paintingthetownpink.blogspot.com/2011/06/special-delivery.html">my new winged friend</a> will likely be in attendance as well. :)</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Thanks to <a href="http://derekdevine.tumblr.com/">Derek </a>for this Look Back over the last 7 films... get ready for 5 minutes and 14 seconds of pure magical delight!</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /><iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RK2WCPYMERg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >6 hours, 39 minutes and counting...</span></div></div>Bethany Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194136797765906960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843929265208980003.post-67836459066369531952011-07-02T11:23:00.004-04:002011-07-02T11:32:37.239-04:00Mellow Yellow<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Nothing brightens a summer day quite like sunshiney yellow nails and a delicious lemony treat.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lih4SAp6KZo/Tg84ZCmXHwI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/LGvmw5UZqN8/s400/IMG01719-20110628-1447.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624776462454693634" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Happy Weekend, everyone!</span></div>Bethany Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194136797765906960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843929265208980003.post-31937769069621144732011-06-29T15:42:00.006-04:002011-06-29T17:18:15.952-04:00Work/Real Friends<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >When you start introducing someone as "my friend... who I met at work... but we're, like, <i>real</i> friends. Not just <i>work</i> friends. <i>Real friends,</i>" you know you've crossed that unspoken line between professionalism and personal life -- and there's no turning back.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Today marks <a href="http://peggylauren.blogspot.com/">LJ's</a> last day of working in NYC... the last 3 years and 10.5 months of which have been spent with yours truly.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Yes, it's true -- my co-worker-turned-BFFAEAEAE is making the big move back to Texas to start a brand new adventure in Dallas!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >And while I'm so very excited for what's in store for her... to say I'm "an emotional mess" would be a gross understatement.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I'm trying to hold off on <del>anymore</del> tears for now, because I still have 4 whole days of twirly, winky-faced fun before she hops on that one-way flight to DFW. But that doesn't make today any easier... Honestly, the thought of coming to the office tomorrow and not having one of my best friends right down the hall is really... sad. And scary. And... unfathomable. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span">Who will join me for DDP breaks? And who will send me <del>walrus</del> wakeup texts to make sure I'm up after a near-sleepless Thursday night on the town? And who will I eat a romantic sushi and wine Valentine's Day dinner with after working until 10pm on a Monday... again? </span>And whose office door will I slam closed when I just need to giggle... or, occasionally, cry? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >There's a lot to say... and I will. Just... later. Because nearly 4 years of BFFAEAEAE-ship can't be summed up in the 45 minutes that I have left before we head to LJ's Farewell Happy Hour. So instead, I'll just leave you with some happy memories... of the day that we were reunited, along with <a href="http://www.thelovelydays.com/">Jamie, our third musketeer,</a> here at our current agency. It literally seems like just last week <i>and </i>a lifetime ago... all at once:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><b><a href="http://paintingthetownpink.blogspot.com/2009/03/sweet-southern-comfort.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Sweet Southern Comfort</i></span></a></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>March 18th, 2009</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; " ><i>If you've had a conversation or two with me since I moved to NYC, you've probably heard at least a few of the many tales of adventure/awkward with my co-workers-turned-friends. Since my first day at my first "real" job, I had a feeling I would soon be thanking God for putting <a href="http://www.lulledbythetrain.com/" style="text-decoration: none; ">Jamie</a> and <a href="http://peggylauren.blogspot.com/" style="text-decoration: none; ">Lauren</a> in my life. And it wasn't just because they both hailed from below the Mason-Dixon Line (Atlanta and Dallas, respectively). The three of us, well, we just... clicked.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; " ><i><br /></i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; " ><i>It would take quite a bit of rambling (yes, even more than usual) to recount all of the reasons these girls have helped to make my life in New York as simply fabulous as it is today (and as you'll see, many of the stories have already been detailed for your enjoyment on <a href="http://www.lulledbythetrain.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span">Lulled</span> </a>and <a href="http://peggylauren.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span">La La La</span> </a>anyways). From Spy Adventures to <span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.lulledbythetrain.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html">Wee Mee's</a></span> to Karaoke to countless hours spent discussing <a href="http://peggylauren.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-oscars.html"><span class="Apple-style-span">celebs</span> </a>and recapping the previous night's <span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.lulledbythetrain.com/2009/01/jason-muffin.html">must-see tv</a></span>, our work days were anything but mundane. (Disclaimer: While we were right on point with our green circled predictions, Jason No Longer = Muffin. GROWL. But that's another rant for another post.)<br /><br />Needless to say, when the time eventually came for the Showtime Girls to part professional ways (technically for the second time, but we won't speak of The Dark Ages otherwise known as LJ's Eight Month Hiatus...), it could only be summed up as "<span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.lulledbythetrain.com/2009/02/bitter-sweet-symphony.html">bittersweet</a></span>." I know that I for one was anxious to see what the future held, but the idea of not working with two of my best friends every single day?! Two words: womp wooomp.<br /><br />So it will come as no surprise that my excitement for tomorrow is reminiscent of all those Christmas Eves I counted down the hours until Santa and his reindeer finally landed on my roof. In a strange, wonderful turn of events, tomorrow will mark the day that all three of us are back where we belong - embracing our <span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://peggylauren.blogspot.com/2009/02/moving-on.html">media nerdiness</a></span> together. In the same agency.<br /><br />Love. It.<br /><br /></i></span><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; ">I have no doubt that our friendship would've easily stood the test of Midtown Separation - Goodness knows we'll always have <span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://peggylauren.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-youre-sisters.html">Brunch Story Worthy Nights</a></span> - but I am just oh-SO-happy for a return to the days of <span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://peggylauren.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-might-call-it-weird-i-call-it.html">quarter collecting</a></span> and <span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.lulledbythetrain.com/2008/09/two-reasons-why-i-love-my-coworkers.html">puppets</a></span>.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 22px; "></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 22px; " ><br /></span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8tw2OVsmDJ0/TguTL2sNwaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/HTmHuBsPhPM/s400/Going%2BAway.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623750391571005858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>L.O.V.E.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Love you, LJ... more than any HR Department should allow. Here's to showing the Dallas Media World how we do it in a little place called New York City :)</span></div></div>Bethany Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194136797765906960noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843929265208980003.post-16717416908900518792011-06-15T18:42:00.003-04:002011-06-15T18:47:45.641-04:00Who's with me?<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0LlpDH0E4zE/Tfk1dOICSzI/AAAAAAAAAbA/n9lMA-itRGE/s1600/letsgoanywhere.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0LlpDH0E4zE/Tfk1dOICSzI/AAAAAAAAAbA/n9lMA-itRGE/s400/letsgoanywhere.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618580786245684018" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://katespadeny.tumblr.com/post/6562147835"><span class="Apple-style-span">via kate spade ny</span></a></div>Bethany Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194136797765906960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843929265208980003.post-11829732404826863952011-06-09T11:06:00.004-04:002011-06-09T11:13:49.979-04:00Happy 5 Years, LJ!<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Happy Happy 5 Year New York Anniversary to <a href="http://peggylauren.blogspot.com/">my beautiful BFFAEAEAEEEEE</a>!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BrvvBP9EtWk/TfDiHkQTd8I/AAAAAAAAAa4/HXx3gaia9mk/s400/bffaeae%2Bbrunchy.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616237354950031298" /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Cheers, my love! So very blessed to have been a part of the last 3 years and 10 or so months of it :)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">xoxo</span></div>Bethany Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194136797765906960noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843929265208980003.post-2753849278025183952011-06-08T12:01:00.001-04:002011-06-08T15:13:29.705-04:00A Special Delivery<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">When I got a message that I had a package waiting for me in our mail room on Monday, I immediately tried to remember what impulse purchase I'd forgotten about over the past couple of weeks... Surely not another pretty handbag -- the kate spade sample sale did a great job of filling that void in my life. Or perhaps some new summery sandals? But no, even I have finally admitted that my overflowing closet is in need of an intervention...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">So imagine my delight when it wasn't a FedEx box of bangles or baubles at all, but instead... <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magical_creatures_in_Harry_Potter#Hedwig">a feathery messenger</a> who you <del>had better be</del> may be familiar with...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uLSsMpGfFwE/Te76McV41zI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/89sQlpCHe5w/s400/IMG01651-20110606-1125.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615700877050959666" /><span class="Apple-style-span">Yes, it seems that Hedwig had been tasked with tracking me down at my office in SoHo to deliver a mysterious message.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LrcOB4rH-KE/Te77BFJ4oPI/AAAAAAAAAaY/AfpjqA3C2NQ/s400/IMG01652-20110606-1126.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615701781359665394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">But where did she come from? What a silly question -- all the way from Hogwarts, of course! Look, there's even an official 'H' seal and everything:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-its1DPmlKR8/Te77rJWS7DI/AAAAAAAAAag/1R5utH7TmKk/s400/IMG01653-20110606-1126.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615702504039967794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">And what was so incredibly important that it required the attention of such a trustworthy owl? It seems that a certain sweet someone was hoping that I might be able to reserve time this weekend for a bit of magical fun...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jusLqPPQLzk/Te78OGxncQI/AAAAAAAAAao/1Sb4olOYCfc/s400/IMG01654-20110606-1139.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615703104644673794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">It probably won't come as any great surprise that I gladly accepted the 'Harry Potter Day' invitation (especially given my handsome and oh-so-creative escort for the day)... but unfortunately Hedwig's wings were a bit too tired to make another journey <i>all</i> the way up town to deliver my response. Luckily, that sample sale I mentioned earlier came in handy -- w<span class="Apple-style-span">ho knew that kate spade made the very chicest of owl carriers?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lUV2lC5AMDM/Te8BUtRAlbI/AAAAAAAAAaw/TtA2Uun3kWc/s400/242336_10101144031039514_9302255_82365968_776488_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615708715614246322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></div>Bethany Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194136797765906960noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843929265208980003.post-81170279947319492912011-04-26T14:41:00.003-04:002011-04-26T14:49:41.080-04:00Dandelions & Lollipops<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dWh4RoqUHF4/TbcSAjlT5gI/AAAAAAAAAaE/y-6ZMWbvRr0/s1600/soho%2Bdandelions.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dWh4RoqUHF4/TbcSAjlT5gI/AAAAAAAAAaE/y-6ZMWbvRr0/s400/soho%2Bdandelions.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599964462419535362" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" >I heart NY. More specifically, I heart SoHo on this sunshiny spring day.</span>Bethany Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194136797765906960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843929265208980003.post-33542076905174369392011-04-21T18:21:00.005-04:002011-04-21T18:28:36.766-04:00File under: True Things<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-riYIXC9DSRE/TbCuZpcA9-I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/PYtVFVENW7k/s1600/buy%2Bhappiness.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-riYIXC9DSRE/TbCuZpcA9-I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/PYtVFVENW7k/s400/buy%2Bhappiness.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598166092464846818" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/72393191/you-cant-buy-happines">via Gayana's Etsy</a></span></i></div>Bethany Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194136797765906960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843929265208980003.post-77599561166751597272011-04-20T11:40:00.004-04:002011-04-20T11:49:52.339-04:00Snuggles<span class="Apple-style-span" >Dear <a href="http://www.cuteroulette.com/#/">CuteRoulette.com</a>,</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Where have you been all my life?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >xoxo,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >me</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >p.s. <a href="http://www.cuteroulette.com/#/videos/view/222">Happy Almost Easter</a>!</span></div>Bethany Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194136797765906960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843929265208980003.post-3148138831336413952011-04-13T10:09:00.010-04:002011-04-13T11:50:49.349-04:00Happy Wednesday Things<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Just a few things that are making this rainy Wednesday morning a little less dreary:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">1. A "happy wednesday" email from my sister at 6:52 a.m. that contained nothing more than the following fluffy face:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f0EE_aLCawM/TaWvYqmvbZI/AAAAAAAAAZc/sO_x9Zk_FgU/s320/future%2Bbuckbeak.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595070950366211474" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">2. <a href="http://www.myspace.com/thecivilwars">The Civil Wars</a> and a 5-shot Venti Americano with a dash of cinnamon. (No judging, please. Sometimes 5 shots of espresso are just necessary.)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">3. Sharing a blueberry Special K bar with my new cubemate/bus buddy, Smam.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">4. A new pair of cutie cute flats paired with a sunshine yellow cardi, because I refuse to accept that Spring isn't here to stay.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">5. A sweet little card from <a href="http://peggylauren.blogspot.com/">my sweet little BFFAEAEAE</a>.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">6. Finally checking off the box on this pesky little Post-it that's been haunting me for the past few weeks:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3xxg7r1v-GM/TaWy6qcv6VI/AAAAAAAAAZk/FYYT0bsxFLw/s320/taxes.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595074832974735698" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">7. And lastly (and really, the <i>most </i>happy of all these things), a notification from American Airlines telling me that I am now eligible to check-in for my flight to Austin tomorrow! Which <i>means </i>that I'm just a day away from celebrating the marriage of two of my very dear friends, Katie and <del>Bri Bri</del> Brian!! After watching these two lovebirds grow together for the past 6 years, this is sure to be a weekend filled with plenty of love, laughter, Theta Kites and champagne -- can. not. wait.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pMOIMNwbdT8/TaW2I0ZJDbI/AAAAAAAAAZs/uxtS954wdCE/s320/wheels%2Band%2Bbri%2Bbri.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595078374697012658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Love y'all! See you <i>so </i>soon :)</span></span></div>Bethany Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194136797765906960noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843929265208980003.post-51025227578054129712011-03-15T17:20:00.005-04:002011-03-15T18:53:42.622-04:00One day<span class="Apple-style-span">One day, I will spell <del>"enviornment"</del> "environment" correctly. On the first try. Without the aid of that pesky red squiggly line, taunting me and rubbing salt in my grammatical wounds.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Today was not that day.</span></div>Bethany Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194136797765906960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843929265208980003.post-70354535212469198852011-03-08T00:15:00.005-05:002011-03-08T00:29:09.214-05:00Is it noon already?<span class="Apple-style-span">Well. What can I say? This is just the sort of conversation that happens on a Monday when you can <del>yell to</del> talk in a professional volume to your <a href="http://peggylauren.blogspot.com/">BFFAE</a> through the wall that joins your neighboring offices...</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>B</b> (upon receiving some <i>extra</i> stressy work-related news)<b>:</b> Aaagghhh! Laaaaurennnn! Do you have any tequiiiilla?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>LJ</b>: Ohmygosh! Is it <i>noon</i> already?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div>{{Long, Confused Pause}}</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>B:</b> Umm. Did you really just hear me?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>LJ:</b> Did you just ask for tequilla?!</span></div>Bethany Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194136797765906960noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843929265208980003.post-78725042818077636652011-01-19T23:12:00.006-05:002011-01-20T00:21:25.931-05:00Magic Warms My Heart<span class="Apple-style-span" >Love this. I guess a little magic can go a long way...</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><a href="http://popwatch.ew.com/2011/01/19/gabrielle-giffords-harry-potter/"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Rep. Gabrielle Gifford Healing with 'Harry Potter'</span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>"</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><i>We also know that [Rep. Gifford's] husband has gotten large-print pages of</i> Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone<i>, the first book in the J.K. Rowling series, 'for her to hold and read.' </i><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><a href="http://www.cnn.com/2011/CRIME/01/19/arizona.shooting/?hpt=T2">In a CNN story</a></i></span><i> filled with reasons to tear up, for me, that was one of them... </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-style: italic; ">The series doesn’t sugarcoat what Harry faces to protect what he believes in. It’s about him standing up for himself and those he fights for, and overcoming the obstacles (and man) who would stop him.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-style: italic; "><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 12px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Happy reading, Rep. Giffords. If this is your first trip to Hogwarts, here’s a spoiler: Harry’s a Gryffindor. So are you."</i></span></p></span>Bethany Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194136797765906960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843929265208980003.post-84038310344695076072011-01-13T16:53:00.004-05:002011-01-13T17:07:19.690-05:00Let's Save This Cute Puppy Today<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">For whatever (oh so very) loyal readers I have left, I'm joining gothamist's efforts to <a href="http://gothamist.com/2011/01/13/lets_save_this_cute_puppy_today.php">Save This Cute Puppy Today</a>. Such a sad story (she was found tied to the Williamsburg Bridge's walkway during the snowstorm... I can practically hear my heart wrenching in two), but hopefully someone can offer this sweet girl a loving home!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Du1ptt54v08/TS915wY3A4I/AAAAAAAAAZM/pJqUtuKjOVk/s320/save%2Bthis%2Bcute%2Bpuppy.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561793699928015746" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">See <a href="http://www.scoutingny.com/?p=3358">ScoutingNY</a> for more information about this precious little pup.</span></div></div>Bethany Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194136797765906960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843929265208980003.post-75822782561396106162010-12-16T13:11:00.003-05:002010-12-16T13:34:14.237-05:00Happy Heart = Happy Dance<span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Sooo </i>much Christmas cheer the past couple of weeks! And our office holiday party is tonight! <i>And </i>I just checked into my flight home to Texas in the morning! <i>Aaand </i>I'm already packed!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>(Holy exclamation points, Batman...)</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >All this to say: I'm so giddy inside, I might just burst out into a spontaneous happy dance... or <i>perhaps </i>I just did in <a href="http://peggylauren.blogspot.com/">LJ's</a> office... and <i>perhaps </i>it happened twice... and <i>perhaps</i> it looked a liiittle something like this (Oh, do be sure your speakers are on. Trust me.):</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LClXK59VP0Q?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span">A special thanks to <a href="http://somewhere-north-of-here.blogspot.com/">Liz</a> for this little otter's stellar moves. There was really no better way to convey just how happy my heart is at this very moment... </span><span class="Apple-style-span">Wee! </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"></span><span class="Apple-style-span">Now. Go ahead and watch it again. You know you want to.</span></span></div>Bethany Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194136797765906960noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843929265208980003.post-72788802616529957942010-12-09T22:06:00.002-05:002010-12-09T23:30:41.698-05:00Every time a bell rings...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>George</b>: Now, will you do something for me?<br /><b>Zuzu</b>: What?<br /><b>George</b>: Will you try and get some sleep?<br /><b>Zuzu</b>: I'm not sleepy. I want to look at my flower.<br /><b>George</b>: I know, I know, but you just go to sleep. And then you can dream about it, and it'll be a whole garden.<br /><b>Zuzu</b>: It will?<br /><b>George</b>: Uh-huh.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; " >Thanks for the reminder on this cold Thursday night, George Bailey. <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0038650/">It really <i>is</i> a <i>Wonderful Life</i></a>.</span></span></div>Bethany Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194136797765906960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843929265208980003.post-26657961543878269342010-11-24T10:23:00.005-05:002010-11-24T11:31:55.051-05:00The Beginning of the End<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Among the most highly anticipated events that occurred over my aforementioned bloggy hiatus has to be something that I've been waiting about 11 years for -- ever since I finally gave in to my Grandmom's persistence and begrudgingly opened the cover of a "silly children's book" one summer at Bethany Beach -- the beginning of the end... </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Yep, that's right: The first installment of the last movie in the <i>Harry Potter</i> series... <i>The Deathly Hallows</i>. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://paintingthetownpink.blogspot.com/search/label/Harry%20Potter">I couldn't have been more excited.</a> Or more prepared... I dressed up as Hermione last Halloween. I re-read books 6 and 7 over the summer. I intently watched as sneak peeks were featured throughout several <i>Harry Potter Marathon Weekends</i> on ABC Family (even though I own all but two of the DVD's...). I eagerly awaited every single new trailer release, and replayed it until no details were left unnoticed. I spent a recent Friday night (ok, two actually) watching the 6th movie, <i>The Half-Blood Prince</i>, with friends. I purchased tickets to the first midnight showing of HP7.1. I nerded out with some of my favorite fellow wizard-wannabes and stood in line with all of the other crazies for over an hour on a Thursday night. And then...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I laughed. I screamed. I hid my eyes. I cried. I woke up the next morning after 3 1/2 hours of magical dreams and was quite disappointed when my thoughts of <i>"Accio Starbucks!!"</i> went unanswered... In short: I loved it. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sure, some purists are upset with slight deviations from the novel. But as a loyal fan for over a decade, I think that overall the movie did JK Rowling proud. And now I'm left to find ways to get my wizarding world fix until HP7.2 is released in July 2011... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Luckily, little gems like the following keep popping up. It probably comes as no surprise that Daniel Radcliffe has been among my Top 5 celeb crushes for quite some time... and this giggle-inducing video may have just edged him closer to the #1 spot (watch out, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_Cavill">Henry Cavill</a>...):</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="384" height="256" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" id="ordie_player_a1c04ce68e"><embed width="384" height="256" flashvars="key=a1c04ce68e" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high" src="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" name="ordie_player_a1c04ce68e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;font-size: x-small; margin-top: 0px; width: 384px; "><a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/a1c04ce68e/i-am-harry-potter" title="from Daniel Radcliffe and Judd Apatow">I Am Harry Potter</a> from <a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/daniel_radcliffe">Daniel Radcliffe</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sigh. I've said it before, and I'll say it again: If loving a teenage wizard is wrong, then I don't want to be right.</span></div>Bethany Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194136797765906960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843929265208980003.post-64507082756232894882010-11-21T14:35:00.009-05:002010-11-22T00:00:23.033-05:00Well, hello there<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">What is it about watching Christmas movies on TV? I mean, I can literally see my copy of <i>The Holiday </i>sitting patiently between <i>Pretty Woman</i> and the animated classic <i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frosty_the_Snowman_(TV_program)">Frosty the Snowman</a></i> (stop judging, please.), just waiting for me to drop it into the DVD player... But for some reason, I'd much rather stay snuggled on the couch under my fluffy pink blanket and watch it on TNT right now -- commercials and all.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: small; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: small; ">First of all -- Jude Law, how do you <i>still </i>make me swoon? So. Dreamy. Sigh.</span><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And secondly -- I want a friend like Arthur Abbott. Love this. Lots:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: small; "><b><i>Arthur Abbott: </i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><i>So, he's a schmuck. </i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Iris: </i></b><i>As a matter of fact, he is... a huge schmuck. How did you know?<br /><b>Arthur: </b>He let you go. This is not a hard one to figure out. Iris, in the movies we have leading ladies and we have the best friend. You, I can tell, are a leading lady, but for some reason you are behaving like the best friend.<br /><b>Iris: </b>You're so right. You're supposed to be the leading lady of your own life, for goodness' sake! Arthur, I've been going to a therapist for three years, and she's never explained anything to me that well. That was brilliant. Brutal, but brilliant. </i></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Oh, and p.s. I guess this means I'm back from my <a href="http://paintingthetownpink.blogspot.com/2010/06/hiatus.html">unplanned bloggy hiatus</a>..? I'm sure I'll get to updates on the fun and frolic that's been happening over the past seven or so months (Did I mention I moved? And one of my best friend's got married?? And I discovered the deliciousness that is extra dirty vodka martinis?). But quite frankly, that's all a little daunting for one little lazy Sunday afternoon post... </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">... So for now... Hello, again :)</span></span></span></div></div></div></div>Bethany Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194136797765906960noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843929265208980003.post-74063160373069926452010-06-08T09:19:00.004-04:002010-06-08T09:26:00.243-04:00Hiatus<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><b>B:</b> So, apparently I'm on a bloggy hiatus. An unplanned one.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b>LJ: </b>I know! What happened to you painting the town pink??</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b>B:</b> Oh, you </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">know </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'm still doing it! I just... don't seem to leave enough time to blog about it.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'll be back though. And soon. With lots of stories. And pictures. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">And giggles. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Pinky promise.</span></div>Bethany Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194136797765906960noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843929265208980003.post-73499093447830749222010-05-19T22:42:00.004-04:002010-05-19T22:54:38.409-04:00Tonight Was Necessary.<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'll sum it up for you with a guest bloggy from </span><a href="http://kforce.tumblr.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">my dear friend/dinner date</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> this evening. I couldn't have said it better myself... mostly because my mouth would have been full of a delicious chicken finger. Yeah... No shame.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Du1ptt54v08/S_Si4oznblI/AAAAAAAAAY4/BsEGvJWgr0Y/s320/Dinner+Date.jpeg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473178541072281170" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sometimes you need to meet your best friend at a diner and eat ridiculous amounts of fried food on a Wednesday night. I might be full for the next week, but damn, it was worth it.</span></i></span></span></div></div>Bethany Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194136797765906960noreply@blogger.com1