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Am I Allowed To Talk About This?

by Veronica on January 14, 2008

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Remember when we all went ahead and nominated some of our favourite blogs for the bloggie awards? And how you got to opt in to be on the panel? Well, YAY. There I am. A panelist.

First up I was excited!

Yay! I get to have my say! I feel so special! I can use lots of exclamation marks to show how I felt!

Then I had a look at the categories I get to have my say in.

Sport? But I don’t read any sport blogs. Who are the sport bloggers?

Music? I love listening to music, but reading about it? Not so much.

Best Computer and Technology Blog? Oh GOD! Why me?

Have I mentioned that I have dial-up? (yes Veronica, in every other post) and that it takes aaaaaaaaaaages for pages to load? Yes? Okay, I will shut up now then. Anyways, I am at the point in the voting where I am SO OVER IT, but yet, I feel so powerful!

You? No, don’t like your layout and you are hard to read. BEEEEEEP gone.

You? You write well and you are easy to read. DING go ahead.

You see? The supreme powerfulness of my job?

The catch you ask? YES! You are with me. There is a catch and just a small one.

THERE ARE 20-30 BLOGS IN EACH CATEGORY AND I HAVE TO LOOK THROUGH 10 CATEGORIES!!!

30×10=300.

300 blogs on my teensy weensy computer. FUN! (Well, actually it is a whole lot of fun and I am discovering a bunch of new blogs. But shhhhhh)

So. My point you ask? Well, not really any point. Just having a whine.

I haven’t gotten around to the category I am most looking forward to though and that is the best kept secret category. Strange, but I actually know a bunch of blogs on that list. (Am I allowed to say who it is? Amiamiami?)

Anyways, I have until the 18th January to get my nominations in. I foresee either the page being left up forever, or me writing the people I like in each category down.

I don’t get a chance to vote for my own blog *sobs* because the categories I may have been nominated in are absent from my nomination list. Conspiracy? Much.

I so wanted to see who was on the list of teen bloggers too.

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The JOYS Of Wearing A Dress In Public.

by Veronica on January 11, 2008

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If you are going to go and shop in a low socio-economic suburb, and you are going to wear a dress (a pretty one for that matter) when all the other women in the store are either in skin tight clothes, worn over too much flesh, or shapeless sacks, then expect to be stared at.

I knew people would be looking, I didn’t wear the dress because I was going to the supermarket, I wore the dress because hello? it was hot. AND we had gone into town to visit Nathan’s parents and hello? spending 45 mins in a car in summer? I am wearing a dress and staying cool.

What I didn’t expect was a older (much much older than me, thankyou very much) man to stand waiting for me to get Amy out of the car.

There was a mile of space for him to get into his car and drive away. Instead he chose to stand and watch me.

*shudder*

As I got Amy out of the car and walked off, I thanked him for waiting for me. (I am eternally polite, even to creepy strange men. He *may* have just been being polite)

He licked his lips at me and said -‘It was my pleasure’

*SHUDDER*

He licked his freaking lips at me! Not in a ‘oh my lips are dry’ kind of way either.

Nathan didn’t see him do it, which meant that I couldn’t even have a whine about it.

‘Wow, he was creepy’

‘No, he was just being polite, why do you always think men are creepy?’

Because they generally are

‘No Nat, he LICKED his lips at me’

‘So? I would lick my lips at you too’

‘Not helping me to feel better here, he was old enough to be my father!’ (Hi Dad, love you)

‘Well, I will lick my lips at 19 year olds when I am his age’

This was when I hurt my knuckles by bashing them on Nathans ribs just a bit.

*sigh*

THE Dress

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