Don't be a creeper.

Tuesday, 14 May 2013

Oh, hey. Remember when I just decided that posting on Monday wasn't going to be a thing?
My bad.

Sometimes that just happens, you know.
Like playing hookie in school, I suppose you can do it in blog too. Or maybe you can't, but I did and I hope no one sends me to the principal's office.


Today I come to you with a short story about what not to do if you are a single male.
If you aren't a single male (you know, because so many come here and read.) I like to think you can still relate this to your life. Or maybe not, I don't know.

You see, as a single lady, I tend to go out a little more these days which means I get the pleasure of running into some very interesting people on occasion.
And by interesting I mean completely bizarre and off the wall.

A few weeks back I was at my local dive bar when I was approached by a guy, probably in his 40's. He starts telling me about how he just moved in my apartment complex and he's seen me walking my "two little white dogs" before.
He also apologized for his "Pods", which sat outside the backdoor of my apartment for what seemed like 2 weeks.

If you're getting a creepy vibe, you're correct.

Then this creeper proceeds to show me photos of his Labradoodle, declaring that she is the "main lady" in his life.

At this point I didn't know if I should drink faster or run.
I opted for drinking faster. Much faster.


And then the creepiest part of the whole night happened.
Creep Nasty comes back from the bathroom and grabs my foot as he walks by.

No, just no.

The moral of this story is, don't grab other people's extremities if you don't know them.
Or tell them about your "main lady", aka your Labradoodle.
Or creep them out, just in general.

And that's all I've got for you today.
Over and out.

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Kayla's Runway Debut

Monday, 13 May 2013

Last week Kayla and I drove to Maryland for the Global Down Syndrome Foundation's Be Beautiful Be Yourself Gala and Fashion Show in Washington DC. Kayla was one of 25 models with Down syndrome who walked the runway with guest escorts.

Humor on our drive: As we were driving through VA we were stopped at a light when I noticed sign pointing out George Washington's birthplace to the right. I told Kayla, "Oh look! Remember learning about George Washington? The president? That sign says he was born here." Kayla looked at the corner on her right and said, "Here? At CVS?" Also: It's an 8 hr drive. She woke up from a 20-minute nap saying, "Whew! That's a long nap!"

We had such a fun time last week. Kayla tried on several dresses and she chose this one because of the way it twirls. She loves to twirl in a dress and this dress was a big hit to her.



She had her hair curled, a smidgen of blush and eye shadow applied, nails polished, and her pretty purple dress on ... she was ready to go!



Her escort was GDSF Spokesperson and Supermodel Beverly Johnson. (Here are a couple of pictures from the professional photographers of Kayla meeting Beverly Johnson and walking the runway.)





After the fashion show the crowd enjoyed listening to Sheryl Crow perform several songs. The models got back up on the stage and danced the night away. (Here is a picture of Kayla with Sheryl Crow.)



I was so proud of Kayla! She's never done anything like this before (the closest thing would be the one dance recital she was in last year). Yet she seemed so poised and confident walking that stage! Albeit a little faster than I think she was supposed to ... as you'll see in the video she lets go of Beverly's hand as if to say, "I got this! I can do this myself! I know what I'm doing!"



You can read more about the gala in the article Global Down Syndrome Gala a Huge Success and Supermodel Spotlights Down Syndrome.

There were several representatives from the NIH there who heard, more than once, how Down syndrome is one of the most common genetic conditions, yet the least funded. Hopefully funding for Down syndrome research will increase.

What a great night!

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10 Things Bloggers Should Never Do

Friday, 10 May 2013

Before we back our azzes up today, I've put together a list of things bloggers should never do. Take with a grain of salt, or a bag or salt, whichever you prefer.

Also, I feel like I should add that, really, this could be for everyday life, too. Not just for bloggers.
I'm looking at you, Non-Blogging Blog Readers.

like, ever.

1. Don't be an assface.
You once had 1 follower, too. Just stop being an assface, k?
Capiche? Capiche.

2. Don't be a party pooper.
Someone else gets retwitted by someone cool, someone else hits 500 followers, someone else's post goes viral... WOOH! You go celebrate with them because celebrating is F-U-N fun!

3. Don't bite the hand that feeds you.
If someone does something nice for you, be nice to them. 
Hashtag rocket science. 

4. Quit judging people by their blog's outfit.
Most of us all had one of those pre-made blog designs at one point. Let it go. 
They can always change their clothes tomorrow. 

5. Don't beg for attention. 
Just don't. Pretty please, with a cherry on top.
Unless you post a photo of yourself with a sign clearly begging for something. That would be pretty funny.

6. Don't be afraid to par-tay!
If something exciting happens to you, throw a damn party. Why the hell not?
There are some really exciting things that can happen for bloggers. It's ok to be excited!

7. Don't throw away failed DIY project posts.
Nothing says "post win!" quite like a wreath that fell apart before you took pictures for the blog.
Personally, I love seeing a good fail. 

8. Don't get too big for your blog's britches.
We're bloggers not royalty. Remember it, write it on your hand if you have to.

9. Don't be afraid to dance it out.
Or whatever it is that you feel like doing/writing. Go for it.
Be one with your freak flag and let it fly high. 

10. Don't be a Catfish.
Really, not a good look for the blogging community.
Or any community, in general. Well, unless you live in water. Then I guess it's ok to be a catfish.

11. Don't participate in #backthatazzupfriday
Kidding, obviously, you should always back that azz up. 
Let's do this thing!


This week's song is just a classic and I can't help but feel like a real gangsta every time I listen to it.

#backthatazzup Friday!

The purpose: To start our weekend with some fantastic jams.

The station that inspired it: "Back That Azz Up" on Pandora Radio.

The rules: Link your jams up and have a jam sesh with all of us!

Happy Friday!
Grab a button, pick your jam, link up and let's get this weekend started off on the right foot!

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An Ode to Non-Blogging Blog Readers

Thursday, 9 May 2013

What I'm about to write is going to sound like a completely fabricated story and if I read this on anyone else's blog, there's a good chance I'd call bullshit on it. I only had 2 glasses of wine last night, so I can assure you this was real life and not a wine/melatonin induced dream. 

Last night, around 9:30, I took a break from watching The Voice and doing a wedding edit, and I stepped out my backdoor to let the dogs do their nightly business. I'm not really doing the normal leash and walk around thing right now, because of Ella, so it's kind of a free for all slash chaotic 10 minutes of trying to get the two dogs to go in a 6x6 patch of partially dead grass. 

Sebby decided he wanted to greet the dog walking towards him. I scooped Ella up so she wouldn't get too excited and then explained to the other dog's human that I was sorry for my crazy dog and that the one in my arms just had surgery. 

This is where my mind goes KABOOSH...

The dog's human looks at me and stops for a second. Then she says the words that I literally just got done explaining made me blush in public in yesterday's post. 

She said, "This is going to sound really weird but... do you... blog?". 

I was all... *head scratch* *look down at Ella* *weird pee pee dance (me not Ella)* "Yeaah... kind of...".

And then she said, "You're the yoga pants blog, I don't blog but I read you every day!". 

(I had to pop Ella's head back down to a size that would fit through our door, or maybe that was my head.)

And just like that, I realized something crazypants. There are people who read blogs who don't blog. 

Who knew? I didn't. Maybe you did, and if you did congratulations to you.

So, today I give you,

An Ode to Non-Blogging Blog Readers

Hey there, non-blogging blog reader, you sneaky little minx. 

You report to class daily but you stay in the shadows of the classroom.

You get the pleasure of reading without the pressure of commenting or responding to comments. 

Shoot, you might not even know how to comment and that's totally cool! 

You read these posts about blogging craziness and/or drama and you just get to watch from the outside. 

You've got the right idea, non-blogging blog reader.

You get the latest scoop on the newest crazes without the burden of coming up with a witty post for them or getting criticized for doing yet another product review.

You don't really know what a link-up is or how to do one, which is okay because you don't have to!

You have more recipes saved in your archives than Rachel Ray and you've got more DIY craft ideas than Martha Stewart.

You don't have to take photos of your completed crafts or figure out how to make a stuffed pepper look fancy and appealing.

And by being on the sidelines you've saved more money than you know. 

Go ahead and trust me on this one.

Just know that because you report to class every day, you give us bloggers the push to keep going.

We see you even if you don't think we do. Kind of like Santa Claus but less creepy, I promise.

Mostly because we check our stats an unhealthy amount.

Consider that another perk of being on the outside, by the way.

Most of all, what you may not know is that those of us who are bloggers couldn't do what we do without you, non-blogging blog reader.

Thank you for being you, Non-Blogging Blog Reader! 

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I enjoy thinking no one reads my blog.

Wednesday, 8 May 2013

Well, once again the blog world has blown me the hell away.
Yesterday's post received over 150 comments, which is just incredible. Also incredible is the countless emails, tweets, Instagram comments, texts, gchat messages, etc, etc I got from people who just genuinely care. Wow. I'm honestly in awe.

I mean, I see the numbers, the stats, the pageviews. Each and every day I see them, more times than I should ever admit to anyone. But to actually see that those numbers are so much more than numbers, those numbers are people who genuinely care, well, it's just amazing. I am so beyond lucky.

THANK YOU to each and every single one of you. I'm just... I'm overwhelmed with the support I have in this blogging community. I never could have predicted any of this but I'm so grateful.

For those wondering, Ella is here at work with me today. She's still not really thrilled with the idea of walking but I'm happy she's right next to me so I can keep an eye on her throughout the day. Makes my heart hurt a little less.

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Anyways, it's funny, I hide this blog from approximately 96% (real accurate stat right there) of my "real life". Aside from my parents, no one in my family knows about this space - not even my brother and sister - and I'm not even sure my parents actually read, they just know I write here every once in a while.
This is probably for the best as I'm not sure they'd still take credit for me if they did read this blog regularly.

Aside from about 4-5 of my close friends, none of my friends know about this space.
I don't think...
When the Washington Post quoted me, I posted a blurb on my personal Facebook and I almost had a heart attack. Not because I was excited (which I really, really, was.) but because I was hoping most people who saw it would be completely clueless as to what "I Wore Yoga Pants to Work" was. I still like to think most of the people who saw it scrolled right passed it.

Why do I hide it?

I guess I hide it because I like being unfiltered.
I like not knowing who's reading this and I like being naive about it when I write.

If I pretend no one is reading, I get to just be me.
Once the cat blog is out of the bag I might not feel that way anymore. I'm afraid I'd be more sensored which would pretty much ruin everything I love about blogging in the first place.

I enjoy thinking no one reads my blog.

It's not because I'm ashamed of anything I write here, or that anyone would be surprised by what they read here, I'm the same person on this blog as I am in real life.
Well, minus the total computer nerd part, I don't think many of my friends really know how deep that part of me goes.
I'm totally fine with that little secret, for the record.

I think of it like Instagram.


On Instagram there's that number of followers up there where I can see the names and faces of people I've known for 10+ years, who can clearly see everything I'm posting with one touch of their fingers.
This makes me a hell of a lot more cautious about what I post there.

When I go for the occasional selfie, I instantly feel a little bit shameful. Why? Because I'm just plain ridiculous like that. Either way, ridiculous or not, I never want to feel like that about anything I put here on my blog.


And now I'm just on a blab blab blab rampage and can't stop.
Someone get the cane and drag this girl off stage.


I guess what I'm saying is that I don't hold on to this alter ego, if you will, because I'm ashamed or embarrassed. Because, really, I'm not. I'm proud to be a blogger, I'm proud to be apart of such a huge community of amazing and brilliant people.

What I enjoy more than being a blogger, though, is being able to have somewhere to let my freak flag fly, as mai Ty would put it, without feeling like I need to filter myself in any way.

This yoga pants blog place is where I get to just be me.

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