HOT HOT HOT Bridges

Did you hear that the Kickapoo River bridge in Wisconsin is a broken structure with a small price tag? Yep, one buck.

I've got a buck, but I don't need no stinkin' bridge. I do need my weekly She-Ra fix though, and all the Kickapoo Bridge hub-bub has me thinking of one episode in particular.

In fact, it reminds me of my favorite She-Ra episode, "Just Like Me."
Check out the awesome video clip!

Basically, She-Ra has to rescue the screeching brat, Leena,from a broken bridge while walking a tightrope made of dental floss.

Naturally, her makeup is fuggin flawless and she does the whole act in heels. POWER.

She-Ra Princess o' Power, I, Reetsy, dare not ask for you, lest you come....because I don't think I could handle your glory. Although, I would like to kick Bow in the knee.

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I'm Gonna Wake up in the City that Doesn't Sleep!

Last year when we went out east for Thanksgiving, we had a blast!
We saw Ground Zero, and I had my first slice of NY Style pizza.

It was super windy on top of the Empire State Building.

It was also fun heading to the Berkshires for the feast of all feasts.

I brought the Hollah!!!

We couldn't figure out a way to top that feast, but Suzy came up with a brilliant idea!

Happy Thanksgiving!

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Project Runway: Wayside on the HWY to Hell

Project Runway!!!!!!

My favorite reality TV is BACK! Tim Gunn is back! Heidi Klum is back! Michael Kors is back! Nina Garcia?? Back!!

I'll spend the next several weeks fooling myself into thinking I know something about fashion and wishing I had Nina Garcia's hair.

I'll gossip about fashion with people who wear jeans and hoodies 75% of the time. Apparently, the show somehow manipulates its viewers into thinking we are fashion experts.

Yes, it's back, which also means my favorite reality TV blog is back.

Project Rungay: They Sew: We Rip

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3 Degrees of Federal Separation

I work for a federal program.
It's cool. I love my work. I'm totally committed to our cause and our mission.

However, sometimes I'm an idiot. Sometimes when my communications colleagues make a little joke over email about whether I'm strong enough to hold my own during a food fight, I spend 15 minutes of my lunch break PhotoShopping a muscle onto my arm and emailing it back to them. Sometimes the National Communications Director and the National Program Director are cc'd on those emails.

"For the record, I have a great arm!"

As the Communications Director for our region, I need to make a presentation in Des Moines on Monday to my National Communications Director to let her know what's going on in our region. She will report back to her boss, the National Program Director.

Makes sense. I can handle that. This is a natural chain of command in the bureaucracy.

And then someone tells me this: "That National Program Director reports to the President."

me: "which President?"

Someone: "The President of the United States."

me: "WHOA. I just sent her an email with a muscle PhotoShopped to my arm."

At least he can't say that I lack enthusiasm!

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99.9% is Close. Very Close

I got an email today from my designer.

Designer? Yes, the person who's designing the layout of my poetry book.
Poetry book? Yes, the one I've been working on for about a year now.

Says she:
"I spent bout 5 hours working on your book last night and am about 99.9% done!

I had some colors that I was concerned about and had to switch some pantones to cmyk, resize things, et cetera.....when you switch em they never look the same on screen.

Since you like the cover as is, I left it .... the only thing I did was a color adjustment so that it didn't look so washed out. I did a black/white curve on it to make it pop more.

I was gonna do a bunch of fancy stuff to it, but instead I did some changes on it for the contents page so it is an extension of the cover. So the contents page is changed....... I really wasn't sold on that page and I like this better but you let me know.

I will send that to you asap. Of course you have the final say!!!"

Sometimes when you get an email, you think, "thank gawd".


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2 Years and Going Strong!!

Some flowers arrived at my office on Friday afternoon.

Our receptionist called me out front.

As I was walking by she asked, "Girl, what did you do?"
And I said, "I told gerg I'd be his girlfriend 2 years ago."

That was a good decision for me to make.

Thanks for the flowers, gerg!


btw, are you supposed to tip flower delivery people? I never have, and today it dawned on me that I might be expected to do so.


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