Housekeeping

“And the point is, to live everything.  Live the questions now.  Perhaps you will find them gradually, without noticing it, and live along some distant day into the answer.”  ~Rainer Maria Rilke

In preparation for my eight days a mile high, some Deity bestowed upon me the gift of a pseudo free day which I used to have beer in Midtown Manhattan alone. In the middle of the day. Allow me to beat this “I am a recluse and I like it, so what?” dead horse just once more with feeling. I think not enough credit is given to Me Time. People need to embrace Me Time. It is time for a revolution fueled by misanthropy.

I leave for Denver at week’s end and I’ll expand on my various emotions of this massive event later. But for now, I am thinking that updates next week will be few and far between. If you’d like to cop to being a stalker, you can follow my escapades via Twitter. Here’s a sneak preview: OMFGASDFJKL I just saw [insert name here] and s/he is way hotter/taller/I’d like to have their babies in person. Imagine that twice a day everyday until I depart. It will be huge. it will be historical. It will be a clusterfuck of epic proportions.

A little over a week ago I coerced you all into asking me a question in exchange for free lip gloss. The winner was chosen with one of those random number generators um, yesterday when I realized that I hadn’t announced a winner and that kind of made me a shitty person and a liar. So the winner of a tube of Bobbi Brown lip gloss in SPF 15 is the lovely Sarah Nielson.  Send me your address so that I can send you the most neutral color ever.

I’m going to start answering some questions now and then in future posts to ease the burden of having to think off of my cerebellum. Some will be answered here and others will be on Beauty Hacks. Frankly, those are the posts I am most excited for. Also, and this is totally random, you know how most people find their niche and then go with it? I’m still trying to figure out how I’ve gotten into Personal Finance, movie reviews and beauty products all from writing extensively about my obsession for a good bottle of cheap shiraz. The sad part is that all of my posts from now until mid-November are on my Giant Spreadsheet o’ Love and Contractually Obligated Writing. Feel free to thank me later for giving you the gift of my written words.

Jennifer, Lesli and Kristine all had the same question though worded differently as if to trip me up into confessing that I am a CIA agent and International Woman of Mystery. The “What do you do for a living?” question is what I get asked most frequently the funny part being that it isn’t all that exciting or mindblowing. I’m still not about to publicly announce what I do for a living because I actually love my job. Granted I live in Upstate fucking New York which makes me die a little inside each time I say it but I really do enjoy it. It’s what I feel I was meant to do and what I’ve always wanted to do and please hold while I wipe this tear from my eye. It’s fun and I enjoy it so why fuck that up, you know?

lemmonex says:

Do you read other beauty blogs? If you do, do you feel like the brain wash you just a tiny bit?

I actually do not read any other beauty blogs. I read In Style though and Vogue but no other blogs because there is a time factor; ie not enough of it and so I’ve never had time to look. Also whatever beauty blogs I have stumbled upon often cater to the complete opposite of what I am. Contrary to popular belief I am not a white woman and so most of the tips/products do not pertain to me.

metalia says:

Let’s talk about cheese, baby. Which one is your favorite? And not just because I’m going to a cheese shop today, or anything. No, sirree.

Oh my god, I love cheese. I am a wine and cheese whore and if I could just sit around and eat smoked gouda all day, I probably would. But in no particular order: Smoked gouda, Dill Havarti, Brie (cook that shit up until it’s nice and bubbly and then spread on some bread and prepare to die), Camembert and a good blue.

miguelina says:

I’m afraid to ask, but here it goes: Why do you hate Boston so much? And a related question, for extra credit: Does that mean that we’ll never be graced with a visit from the globetrotting HeatherB?

The first time I went to Boston to visit Boston College and Boston University, it poured the entire fucking time. That was in 1999. The second time I went to Boston, August 2007, it was awful timing. I had just left BlogHer and then Oklahoma City so I missed my friends plus I was there for work at a conference I had never been to with people that I didn’t know and so I felt out of place and ornery and then my favorite person on the planet showed up out of nowhere (cue angels) and my trip got substantially better. And then I got hit on by some shit head whose balls I wanted to put in a mason jar. That said, those have been my only trips to Boston ever. I live 2 hours away. It’s not that I dislike Boston per se, it’s that each trip there has been lacking in fun, excitement and my own inability to cope. I’ll probably go back to Boston this fall barring any profound neurotic freak outs and if I do and if I have fun while there then I’m sure Hell will freeze over.

judi says:

hi heather, i’m fairly new to your blog and so i hope this isn’t a silly question but – where do you get ALL those fantastic quotes?!

Yeah, no. I’ll never tell. I will say that the quote is chosen after the post is written so I have a clear idea of the theme that I’m looking for. Though once or twice I’ve already had the quote and have just chosen it because I’m a bit obsessed. But the quotes have been my favorite part of doing this site.