Table Seven

My Retraction...

You may not care that I posted something and deleted it, but I feel like I need to give an explanation to the 10ish of you that actually read this {I thank you, ps. V much}. I feel like there are a couple of things that need to be explained...

Posts that are about my dating disasters, getting high fived, giving out anxiety attacks, or even dating successes {which are so few and far between} are never written the day after or the week after or in most cases even the month after. I am smart enough to wait a long while before I descirbe my feelings and my thought process to the interwebs. I change everyone's name to protect the innocent, the assholes and the dear souls. If you ask me not to write about you {like He Shall Not Be Named did} I will not -- well, I might a little but not in any way that anyone will ever find out who they are - who wants to be a subject on anyone's blog unless you're Arianna Huffington and you're writing about how cool my product is... I digress. 

Anyway, last week I posted about a little heartache. Sadness in the unworkable. Frustration in the universe. And evidently, more of you read this little ditty than I realized. Because I wrote the post in March - and it happened forever and a day ago - and to be truthful, I had forgotten that it was even scheduled. But it posted. And it was read. And for the first time, EVER, I had a text, 2 phone calls and a first class grilling on a first date with He Who Shall Not Be Named {HWSNBN from here on out...}. You see, the text said - take it down, guys aren't going to get it. The phone calls were like - what if people google you and see that, they arent going to get it... And the questioning started with HWSNBN about 20 minutes into our maiden voyage {looking like it will be the only voyage, which is sad, bc he is the first one in a while that I actually wanted to call, but that is a different story for a different day} Most people don't read when I categorize something as 'past tense' -- it automatically is assumed that it is from the night before. I wouldn't do that. C'mon. I am not going to jeopardize what might be with what totally blew up in my face.

So, I took it down. Which is sad to me because I thought it was pretty well written and I meant it. Even though it wasn't from last week. Becuase I would rather if someone is going to email me or take me out or try to learn about me before ever having laid physical eyes on me that they don't read something that is so intimate that makes people think they have me all figured out.

You don't have me figured out - I don't have myself figured out. Better not to assume you know me from my writings... I am so much more of a disaster than what is written on these pages. A magic mess. But I am kind and entertertaining and more often than not, endearing. I felt like there needed to be an explanation. 

xo, dk

Cinco de Derby...

2011 was my first Derby weekend {hopefully not last} and if it isn't on your bucket list, get it on there... Everything about Derby is SO fun! Such amazing energy! And the people watching! And the hats! And the outfits! 

 

My Frenchie Advice...

One of my most dearest {I know, terrible English} is heading to France tomorrow so I offered her unsolicited advice on the vocabulary that got me through Paris, Nice, St Tropez, Marseille & the south of France... Below is an exerpt from our email exchange {and also an example of all the things that might be wrong with me, but at least I am honest.}

...I am going to share with you what got me through my Frenchie trips and things that you all could say to endear the Frenchies to you. No promises, but it bode well for me...

1. Oui -- PRONOUNCED: wheeeee! -- which means 'YES!' & say it with a smile.  Even if you have no clue what you are agreeing to - it helps you to fit in.  And you can 99% of the time figure out the disaster that you agreed to before it gets real out of control. 

2.  Merci -- PRONOUNCED: mere-see -- Thank you. If all else fails, keep saying Merci. You can say it with a smile or with a confused face and usually they will feel sorry for you and probably just start speaking to you in English because they can and only do for the Americans that have barely tugged at their heart strings with sheer lack of knowledge.

3. Absolu'mon -- PRONOUNCED: ab-sole-lou-moh {n is silent} -- which means 'Absolutely'.  Always said in the greatest accent I could muster alongside my hand passionately waving in the air  -- like what I imagine a French painter to do with his hands for effect once he completes his masterpiece. It usually made the Frenchies laugh and that was important as it was usually said right before they were considering spitting in my food or were so highly annoyed at my lack of Frenchie knowledge that they were going to sic someone else on the table or at the tourist desk or would just start speaking to me in annoyed English with a French accent.

4. 'Como vu ti...' -- PRONOUNCED: ko-mo voo tee -- which means 'how to you say...' Usually said in my best Frenchy accent {see the trend?} and a Vanna White-style point at whatever the word or food or object that I wanted to speak about. Ex. Breakfast - I would say Como vu ti and point to the neighboring table's soft boiled eggs, and the waiter would then say 'oeuf à la coque' and then I would say with  big smile: "Absolu'mon! I would like oeuf à la coque! And a cafe au lait. Merci!"

Things I know to be true...

 

• Pinterest is my most favorite, awesome, inspirational vacuum of time. Obsessed!
• There are certain days that will forever be engrained in my memory as nothing short of staggeringly tremendous. 
• All those tremendous days started just like every single other day.
• Celebrate the details surrounding your every day. I've found there is always a reason for a party, there is more-so, always a reason for champagne, toasts  & celebration 
• People that use their facebook status to whine or back-handedly brag about spouses, homes and otherwise non-problems get hidden. Period. Not that everything I post is riveting, but seriously, I cannot take it any longer. 
• I have a love/hate relationship with voicemail - more hate. 
• I think clear bra straps are one of the worst fashion inventions ever. They aren't invisible, you know? Just clear.  
• I always feel better after a workout. Regardless of the pain and inner struggle to took me to get there. 
• Sandwiches taste so much better when someone else makes them for you. 
• Have faith. Sometimes it is all we've got. Sometimes it is all we need.
• If someone shows you who they are, believe them.
• Take or Ask for the picture -- regret follows not asking & rarely will someone say 'no' or be ugly. Just be appropriate in timing and place.
• It is more than okay to be awkward. {Note this is what I keep telling myself.  Also under the misnomer {never been confirmed} that awkward is endearing}
• A movie. Worst first date idea. This close to a deal breaker. I don't want to sit in a $10 nap to not get to know you?
• Greatest compliment received to date - "You're magic" 
• I do love rainy nights
• If I am out on a walk, run or at the park and a random dog starts following me - my inner {non-tone deaf, obviously} voice starts singing Dumb Dog, Why Are You Following Me?
  
• Bruce managed to trump 46; 46 crushed P/A. And I am still trying to find coffee shop. 
• Fresh Cut Grass. The fragrance that it exudes is so spring, and fresh and reminds that summer is just around the bend. 
• If you don't want anyone to find out about 'it' - don't do it {smart Chinese Proverbs}
• This too shall pass. {If I had a dime for how many times I remind myself this in a day...}
• Good lighting can make all the difference. 
• Some people, so simply, are just what crazy looks like on an ordinary day. 
• I have a thing for ninjas. I wish I was one somedays. 
• Keep your eyes peeled, amazing often jumps right in our path without warning. 

Instagram Photo-a-day Recap

Fruit Day 2 - Perfect Oranges

Neighborhood Day 3 - just 2 guys & a car, walking a couch...

Bedside Day 4 - journal, Laura Mercier Lip Silk, iPad. Messy, sorry.

A smile day 5 - smiley Skyrocket. 

Instagram Day 1.

Since January {I know January?!} - I have been determined to do the photo-a-day Instagram Challenge. So I am starting with March. Don't judge. 

March 1. UP! {I didn't use a filter}

Oh - Oh Domino!

 

I might be a little late to the party, but I am SO excited that there is a special edition Domino Magazine due out in April. I have been known to go through old Domino Magazines every once in a while. This makes me so very happy. I immediately went to FB and liked them ~ oh! so! excited! PUH-LEASE bring the magazine back. 

 

Colin

Colin Firth, you could read me the phone book. Any day. Any time. That voice. That smirk. Swoon. 

 

Booty Pop...

Of all the body-image issues that I have and of all the "Are you there God, it's me, Dana..." moments I have spent wishing/praying/longing/schemeing for ways to have a smaller waist, less soft bits, more toned thighs or calves that, although I can honestly say they are muscular, weren't so freakishly large boots were difficult to find - I have NEVER - NEVER - wanted something that might make my booty pop! Maybe it is because I once had a salesperson - swear - tell me that for a white girl I had some "ba-donk-a-donk"**

The thought alone makes me giggle. Booty Pop! How ridiculous is this?! And then on the celebrity pictures page - c'mon - like Nikki Blonsky really wants/needs to wear booty pop - I cannot stop laughing.. Hell is hot, but at least I am honest.

** I am positive I actually responded with 'thank you' to the ba-donk-a-donk comment, because I wasn't sure if I should cry, be mortified or if it was a compliment... She made it sound like a compliment. Maybe she was an early adapter of Booty Pop?!

Wonderment

 

 

I had a hot breakfast date with 2 of my favorite boys and their dear mommy. I had no idea how long and what excitement could actually come from watching the Krispy Kreme doughnut train from the eyes of little people under 4. And truthfully, I hope to never forget the wonder and excitement that can come from such a simple concept. It is all too often that we get caught up in the where we have to be's and what we have to be doing's and what we haven't finished or where we should be. When sometimes, we should just be where we are - watching the little things pass by us with a tinge of wonderment.