Dang!

So, yesterday I made a sexist comment. Yes, me - committed feminist, lifelong opponent of PETA and Pamela Anderson - but it was against guys, so not as bad, since I've never committed to being a masculinist.

I was talking on the phone with Brian who is up at a Father/son golfing extravaganza and he was telling me about the different tournament rules for the different days and I commented on the fact that I was surprised that they had things so well organized, since it seems like a guys getaway weekend wouldn't be. Looking back, I'm actually surprised I said that, considering who my father is... 6am leave for skiing trip, 8am arrive just in time to be the first skiers out, 11:30 am everyone meets for the picnic lunch we packed the night before, 12:15 return to skiing, 5 pm leave for home, etc.

So, after making the comment, Brian in overcompensating retribution said, "Well, I'm surprised that girls ever get anywhere cause they have no sense of direction and they're always talking so much, I don't know how they get out the door!" Then I said, "Whatever, you talk way more than I do!" (another false comment from me), and then to prove me wrong Brian tried to not talk for the rest of the phone conversation!

Anyway, it's amazing to me how as I get older, my relationships and conversations get much more mature :)

All right, I'm off to write some more nonsense for my thesis.

Peaceout!
Nomes 4 Life

My black MaryJaney shoes

All right!

Sorry to keep you all in suspense. See Dad, I have been working on my thesis and all of my blogger fans are suffering! Is it worth it in the overall scheme of life? I'm sure when I'm on my death bed, I'll be thinking more about shoes than my life's research and work. Hello!

Anywho, so I decided after much turmoil and reflection to wear my black MaryJane-like shoes, a khaki skirt, and my black, sleeveless, collar shirt. I looked nice! Anyway, I had almost worn a pair of heeled sandals, and thank god I didn't. We walked the whole freakin' course and my feet began to hurt even though I'd worn my comfy/cute shoes. If I were to do it all over again, I probably would have worn sneakers, cause there were people wearing all sorts of things. I only wish I'd had a beret with the fuzzy ball on top! I met Brian's boss and coworkers before we went to the tournament. They told me that I could do waaay better than him. I didn't know what to say, so I told them I've tried :)

The International was fun though. We followed a few golfers around for most of it, but then Brian wanted to go watch someone else, and that was a dilemma for me, cause I felt like I'd built a relationship with the golfers I was watching. I didn't want new ones! However, we ended up finding a new group to watch, and I was able to relate to them too after awhile.

In other news, Alison, my dear roomie, has graduated, leaving only me and Kate left out of our year. And I applied for graduation - looks like the official date will be November - KC arms!

Anyway, that's it for now. I have 2 weeks to finish my research assistantship and the first draft of my thesis, so you may have a wait before the thrilling next edition of Naomi's life is posted. Of course, by that time, I'll be brain dead, but that won't matter cause I'm going to spend that whole week watching TV - KC arms.

N-luv

Four!

So, today I'm going to an International golf tournament with Brian. Now, I know what you're thinking and yes, I was thinking the same thing...What am I going to wear!?!

This is a very difficult decision, especially considering that most of my clothes are in garbage bags, awaiting their new home (we move tomorrow). So, in planning what I would wear, I first thought I need to look nice but sporty, cute but sophisticated. Like a combination of Sporty, Posh, and Baby Spice. You with me? So, naturally, my first choice was my tennis skirt and a matching tank top, but then I thought, "Idiot! You don't want people to think you don't know the difference between tennis and golf apparel!" So, I scratched that. My next thought was khaki skirt, good, good, now I'm getting somewhere! And what do I wear with it? Well, I was thinking about my sleeveless, black, button-up collar shirt, but does that look like I'm trying too hard? Wouldn't I feel stupid if I got there and everyone was in jeans and T-shirts. I knew I should have been paying attention to those stupid golf tournaments on TV. TV!?! That's right, I could end up being on TV at this golf tournament. At least, I think it's something that gets broadcasted. Either way, better take that into consideration. Maybe my light green striped, sleeveless, button-up, collar shirt. A subtle difference, I know, but perhaps just the right amount of difference to keep me from looking like a fool!

Okay, until further notice, I'm wearing the khaki skirt and green-striped shirt, but that brings me to an even larger dilemma...shoes! Now, those of you who know me (and I think that includes all of you), know that I have a lovely selection of slides that would look fine with my ensemble. But, Hello! We're going to be walking on a golf course, and most of my slides have heels that will sink in the grass, making me look like a complete idiot! But, I can't wear flip flops, that would throw me too far to the Sporty Spice side.

Anyway, I'll have to mull this over a while longer. I'm open to suggestion...

Rain and the Spooky Boutique

Howder-doo! (Ann told me that this has replaced the Ello Gov'na, and at first I wouldn't hear of it, but now can't stop saying it. Apparently a Tim Sturtz original.)

So, today it's rainin' like a mutha out and so instead of getting up at 6 am, like I'd set my alarm for, I decided the cool weather and the sound of rain was too lovely to get up before 7:30. It reminded me of when I had first moved to Olympia, and every day for the first month I was there, I was like "Ooh, rainy! I'm going to sit inside and watch movies and drink cocoa all day." After awhile, I realized I was getting nothing productive done and had to return to life even though it was raining. At least in Denver, I know that my productivity in the rain won't be an issue for very long.

Anywho, on Tuesday, Brian and I went to CPK (that's California Pizza Kitchen for those of you not in the know). Afterward, Brian had to buy a bunch of T-shirts at the mall, so we went to GAP to get those and then on the way back, I decided to stop at Steve Madden. Brian walked in the door and was like "Err, do you care if I go to the Mac store to get a new Ipod before they close?" I feigned distress, asking him, if he left, who would tell me if the shoes I was trying on were super cute or not! But, then I let him go.

Anyway, since I'd had a couple glasses of wine at dinner, I didn't spend the usual hour fretting over why I should or shouldn't buy the shoes, and I promptly bought a pair of high-heeled white shoes, embroidered with pink and gold designs. And I didn't need Brian to confirm it, they were super cute! (Don't worry Mom, they were 50% off!)

So, I went and found Brian at the Mac store, he bought an Ipod, and we were on the way out. As we were leaving the mall, I let Brian in on a little secret that I am now letting the rest of you in on. When I was say 9 or 10, there was a Beetle Juice cartoon on TV that I used to watch everyday. And one day, there was a show where the Wynona Ryder character went shopping in Beetle Juice world. At the post-mortem mall, for whatever reason, everyone in the stores was chanting "Shop till you freak at the Spooky Boutique!" Now, for whatever reason, 80% of the time that I'm shopping at a mall, I'm reciting "Shop till you freak at the Spooky Boutique!" over and over in my head.

Brian asked that I not say that out loud when I'm at the mall with him everytime we go. But, I never say it out loud! Anyway, of course now I'll be tempted to say it out loud to him everytime we do anything. I think the only person who could understand this is my sister, who also watched the cartoon with me and remembered the Shop-till-you-freak thing for a long time. Of course, she probably doesn't recite it to herself to the degree that I do.

It is because of stories like this that when I'm telling myself jokes in my head, you should never ask me to share!