Badly dressed in Milan

I went to Milan a couple days ago. Milan is a capitol of fashion. Usually I can do okay in this area, even if, tragically, I don't wear Prada and Gucci and look like this:



But on the day I went I was out of laundry. You know those times in your life when all you have are your ugly jeans, and shirts you don't really like, faded socks, and your least favorite underwear? That might be an okay time to run a few errands, go to the grocery store, etc. It was not the best time to walk around Milan. I felt like a big big dork. Like it was obvious that I was American and not a very well-dressed one.

I liked Milan though. Since my camera got stolen in Buenos Aires, I feel very naked when walking around beautiful places. I feel like if I don't have pictures of somewhere, then maybe I wasn't really there. I went to the Duomo, which I really didn't know anything about. It breath-taking. If I would have taken a picture, it would have looked like this:

Tagged

8 Things Tag

I've been tagged, and I don't usually do these, but here goes:

8 things I am passionate about...

1. travel
2. family
3. friends
4. life
5. dogs
6. womens' issues
7. politics
8. fun

8 words or phrases I use often

(I really can't think of very many words or phrases I use often. And the ones I can think of, well, maybe it's best to not put them here) :)

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8 things I have learned from my past...

1. things will work out
2. the truth is the best answer
3. there are more options than you think there are
4. 30 is actually really young
5. i am capable of many things
6. be happy in the now
7. family and friends are really important
8. dating sucks

8 places I would love to go see or visit...

1. Africa
2. Eastern Europe
3. Greece
4. Japan
5. India
6. the Carribean
7. Spain
8. Florida

8 things I currently need or want...
1. MONEY
2. new clothes
3. a good man
4. a hot man
5. chairs for my apartment
6. decor for my apartment
7. a puppy
8. to not be sick right now

8 people I tag...
1. D'Arcy
2. Maigen
3. Jessica
4. Tacy
5. Alicia
6. Brian and Clara
7. Alisa
8. Amber

And you really don't have to do it if you don't want to. I don't know what came over me.

I'll be back

Yes, I realize I haven't blogged forever. I've been on vacae in BA, had my camera stolen, turned 31, and I will say something about all of these and more sometime in the near future. And now I'm leaving again on my third trip in a row. I've still been reading your blogs even if I haven't had much time to comment. Don't forget about me...

Bikram yoga, or Sweat until you drop

Holy crap! I've never sweat so much in my life!

So last night I tried Bikram yoga. For the non-yogis out there, this is the kind where you do yoga in a hot room. A heated room, set to 100 degrees. I was pretty scared, having been told right before I left my house that it is worse than giving birth. I wasn't sure why I was trying it, other than I figure I'll try most things at least once. But I fully planned on hating it, and wanted to have done it at least once so that I could say, "I tried it and I wanted to die." That's the other thing I heard about it, it makes you dizzy, nauseous, and possibly wanting to die.

I went into it with very bad expectations. Most people who know me, know that I am not really a big workout person. I told my cousin Christine that I went running one day, and she asked if someone was chasing me. So I figured this kind of extreme physical activity would be too much for me. Plus I am not really a sweatter, I rarely perspire, but this, THIS was something else. Everyone in the room, including me, was soaked by the middle of class. After awhile, you are just used to being wet, like swimming. But the amazing thing was that I never wanted to die, or felt like I was going to. I just tried to focus, and rested a couple times for a minute if I felt dizzy. But I think I actually liked it! I felt great afterward, and will probably go again.

they are winning

don't ever say i am not creative. it is 2:30 am, and i just fashioned a window screen out of kleenex and paper tape. i think it is one of my stupider ideas. i imagine it will hold up for all of 10 minutes. sadly it keeps all the cold air outside (opposite of what i was going for), lets all the noise in (fine, i don't really care one way or they other), and i am pretty sure will do nothing about the DAMN flies!

embarrassed and intrigued

um...so last night i started watching beauty and the geek...and i couldn't stop. i watched the whole pre-season kick-off, and the hour-long season premier and i am really embarrassed right now.
i hate reality shows. but there was something i liked about it. what is wrong with me?

big girls don't cry

I am LOVING the new fergie song. what does that say about me if i am okay with the singer who once peed herself on stage? i am a little worried about my sanity...but i can't help it...

The woman in white gloves

Apparently people in my life want me to be tan. Yesterday I was at home in Utah and Christine offered to give me a free pass to one of those spray on tanning places. This is not the first, nor likely the last, time in my life, in which people have tried to tan me. Despite my memory of the Friends episode where Ross goes to one of these places and it goes horribly awry, I thought it sounded like a better alternative to furthering skin cancer and less likely to give me blotches. Ha! So Christine, the helpful cousin that she is, gave me plastic shopping bags for my feet, and rubber gloves for my hands, to prevent these parts from getting orange. And I trusted her. I followed instructions, and it went alright I thought. Until this morning, when I was getting off my red-eye flight. It had finally had a chance to set in. I looked at my hands in the harsh cabin-light. Orangey-tan down to my wrist. A definite line, then very, very white hands. Remember Michael Jackson with the glove, back in the day?? I also have some splotches on my legs and arms. So I think I need to wear pants and a long sleeve shirt. Which sort of defeats the purpose of the whole tanning idea. Some fake things are very bad, and I think that tanning is one of them. So I think that after this, I am going to sun a little in the summer, but pretty much embrace my natural color.