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#BlogHer14: A puffy-eyed view of the real people behind the power strips and surge protectors.

It was exactly one week ago today, after boarding the first of two flights it would take for me to get to the 10th Anniversary BlogHer Conference in San Jose (because California is about as far away as you can get, from Jersey!), I thought I was going to vomit on my flip flops.

I blamed lack of sleep…a nervous stomach…finishing work well after my husband had fallen asleep…on the couch…for the last month…or two…with the dog…he also has a REAL nervous stomach…the dog, too.

This morning, after another unsuccessful night of readjusting to post-conference life, I read my first BlogHer '14 recap and felt that oh so familiar churning in the pit of my stomach.

Personally, one of my FAVORITE moments from this year's conference happened pretty quickly: the BlogHer '14 opening video: I am BlogHer, where bloggers show us what it means to be a community utilizing two of my favorite online mediums — in words and in pictures.

Sense of community, finding your tribe, being with your people — these catchphrases, in my opinion, are the very foundation of BlogHer and what organizers have continued to build on, the last 8 conferences I've attended, anyway.

Words are powerful, like that.

On the other hand: this is my 3rd conference actually working behind the scenes, so I feel it safe to say reading feedback that borders on personal and attacks the integrity of our work…(thanks for helping me with that sentence, Melisa)…well, excuse my Jersey…it's a friggin' punch in the gut.

Words have impact, like that.

On the OTHER other hand: what you may or may not know is many of the BlogHer team are bloggers and some of us have been a part of the blogging community for many years, too.

Many of us are also members of the BlogHer Ad Network; some of us have been from the very beginning **raises hand** and I'm pretty sure it's why I was hired in the first place — especially, when talking with brands about recruiting bloggers for their special events.

Blogging is complicated, like that.

Explaining the process wasn't always easy and there were mistakes made, for certain…(stupid Eventbrite!)…but now, misinformation is being tossed around like expletives on a hot summer night…(here, in Jersey anway!)…so, yeah, it's REAL tough not to take these sort of things to heart.

Moving on, it's no secret, rather than believing that there is a behind-the-scenes conspiracy…(that one is mine AND Melisa's)…that is meant to encourage a society based on exclusivity…trust me when I tell you, no there isn't.

These are real people…trying to do a good job…and, more importantly, do right by their community.

after visiting each and every conference attendee's blog and social media accounts, you guys sure can write about a lot of stuff.

Oh, and she probably looks a lot like this: still in pajamas, all glassy-eyed, wearing a matching set of heavy eye baggage and complimentary stress zits on her chin…YO!!!

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July 30, 2014
Have you seen this scary man/woman?
this full house, forever ago

It’s been 2 years since we’ve had kids roaming the halls of the elementary school; wondering how they can get out of going to gym class (mostly the girls) or losing track of time on their way back from the bathroom (probably my son) and just where in the heck DID they put down their lunch bags (ALL of them) or coats (my son, again) seriously?!?

Hint: claim cramps, it’s on the kitchen table, and there’s a bit of comfort that goes along with my believing there are warm and toasty kids out there, who are probably still wearing my son’s coats.

Aaaaanyway, although my husband and I do NOT miss the daily grind of school drop-offs and pick-ups, there’s a calm sort of “Yeah, we’ve got teens and haven’t burned-out all of our gray cells, YET” sort of feeling that goes along with raising older kids.

Somethings I do miss:
- Sitting outside at the school playground
- For at least a few minutes, every day
- Waiting for the kids to burn off some steam
- While I go through their backpacks
- Finding little drawings of the most random stuff imaginable
- Seriously, I don’t EVER remember inviting a five-armed alien, with big orange eyes and three heads, to dinner
- Although, it was probably meant to be a picture of me
- My kids draw good
Then there would be this guy. His pants were always too short, his shoes sometimes didn’t match and he always seemed to be arguing with someone, who wasn’t actually really there, and it used to scare the kids to hear him holler at…well…no one.

Quite frankly, me too.

Not because I was afraid he was going to hurt us (okay, with four kids hanging onto every one of my body parts within their reach, maybe a little), but because he always seemed to be so…you know…angry.

Years passed, our kids started taking the bus to their schools, but we still sometimes saw “the scary man” walk by the front of our house — same too short pants and mismatched shoes.

Fast forward to this morning: we ran out of milk. Okay, so in the large scope of things, not a really big deal. Unless, you’ve only had one cup of coffee and cannot…and I mean NOT…function properly without at least one more cup of coffee, like me.

I asked my oldest daughter if she’d mind driving down to the corner to grab a gallon, but she was running late for work….GASP!!!!….not so much because she was running late for work (honestly, I’d be checking for pods in the crawl space, if she wasn’t), but it meant that I would have to go down to the corner and get my own danged milk….GASP!!!!

Long story, short: my car isn’t feeling very well, at the moment (because the washing machine is broken and the car has sympathy pains, OF COURSE!) so I decided to walk and, as it often times happens when I am alone, I started talking to myself:
- A friggin’ second cup of coffee
- Is all I want, dammit
- Stupid car
- Dumbass washing machine
- Daaaaang, but it’s too hot for this sweatshirt
- Gah, BOOB SWEAT!!!!
- Probably be ALL out of milk, anyways
- I meant the store, NOT my boobs
- Because those puppies have been empty FOR YEARS!!!
- SNORT
- That’s what SHE said
Aaaaaand, then it hit me, like a dried-up boob upside the head: all those poor people driving by, as I’m literally arguing with myself, I must look like a fright. Then I glanced down at my feet.

enough said

You know, I haven’t seen the scary man in a while. Gosh, but I hope he’s okay.

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June 20, 2014
What Have You Broke(n) For Me, Lately?

If I had to choose one super power, something that I'm really, really good at — better at than the average mom, even — most people who know me (both virtually and IRL) would probably agree: I break things, a lot.

In fact, I even blogged about my being a total KLUTZ back in 2008 for a Thursday Thirteen meme. Remember those? No? Well go and Google it, then. G'head, I'll wait.

[cracks knuckles, stretches and…GAH!!!!…Charlie horse…CHAR…LEE…FRIGGIN'…HORSE!!!]

Today, however, I was in rare form, even for me:

Post by Liz Katkics Thompson.

My youngest daughter heard me hollering from the shower (because, she's almost 13 and is well aware of the fact that her mama is a KLUTZ!) and, after finding out that I did NOT in fact slip in the shower (I think she secretly wants to be able to dial 911, just once, on purpose or something), her driver-personality kicked in.

Hope: You can use our shower. It's clean! In the meantime, I'm going to text Dad and ask him to stop at the store to pick up a new shower head on his way from work.

Me: NO!!!!!

Hope: Why?!?

Me: Because he's going to demand an explanation.

Hope: Ummm, actually, he probably won't.

I'd still be frowning, if the kid weren't correct in her assumption: if it's broken, then mom most probably broke it, too.

Aaaaaanyway, the broken shower head got me thinking: wouldn't it be fun to revisit the 13 Things I haven't managed to kill or break yet from 6 years ago, you know, to see how many are broken or not?!? She asked, rhetorically:

1. The blow dryer I bought at CVS back in I don't remember when: DEAD. Also, the wallpaper? GONE!!! Because, honestly, who wallpapers a bathroom?!?

2. My husband's grandmother's telephone table: in need of a good oiling (aren't we all?), but not broken. The African violet, however, GOOD AND DEAD.

3. My Dyson vacuum cleaner: RECENTLY DECEASED; we bought another one, but an older model; because college tuitions…YO!!!

4. My husband's grandmother's Christmas cactus: my son was sick with mono last year, got up too fast to answer the front door, passed out and knocked it over (I can't find that blog post, but probably Facebooked it) and my husband's grandmother is probably taking bets on what I'll be breaking, next. 2-1 it will be this plant (see #5, below).

However, I managed to save three stalks, but they too are most definitely VERY NEARLY DEAD.

5. The refrigerator: This sucker lasted more than 15 years…which is like forever in appliance years…and I think that is my finger, but can't be sure, sooooo moving on…

6. Creeping Charlie: DEAD. Good thing too, I never really liked it all that much and it was sort of creeping me out, hanging out in the corner like that, anyways.

7. China cabinet filled with pretties from Hungary: Still here, unbroken (knocking on wood until knuckles bleed) I'm still not allowed to touch it, enough said.

8. Matching china cabinet filled with even more pretties: see number 7, above.

9. Sir Fig Newton: DEAD! However, I can't take the blame for this one — the cat insisted on peeing in its pot and it drowned, I mean the fig tree not the cat — stupid cat!

10. The Cookie Jar: It was a present given to us on our wedding day and…although you probably already figured it out…I am NOT allowed to touch it, either.

11. My sneakers: Mysteriously disappeared after the original post published back in 2008, I think the dog may have ate them.

12. Doofus-dawg: He is a canine version of my dorkish self, so we've both grown MUCH more patient with each other, enough said.

13. These are My geraniums: ALIVE!!! All of these pots are from cuttings off of a plant I received after our oldest was born, nearly 21 years ago. There's an interesting story behind these geraniums.

Geraniums were my grandmother's favorite flower and she kept pots on her balcony. My father escaped from Hungary when he was 18 (he told his mother that he was going out to get bread) and they never saw each other, again — my grandmother died the year after we were born.

Her death nearly destroyed my grandfather (Dad, too) and, in turn, he neglected the geraniums, but never had the heart to throw them out.

My brother and I were two years-old when my parents were granted amnesty and were finally allowed to go back. When my grandfather received the telegram, the geraniums started to bloom.

I believe that she is the reason why mine look so beautiful, today.

Because tomorrow is my 50th birthday (but I still look good, DAMMIT!) and Nagy Mama knows, that I know, a little divine intervention goes a looooooooooong way, especially for dorks like me.

Soooooo, in celebration of my making it to half a century (seriously, that's a long a friggin' time in KLUTZ years!), re-read the title of this blog post, but sing it out loud, while I dance like this:

This is where all you youngster/hipster-types are all like…but WE want to wear over-sized men's clothes and gold-plated triangular earrings, TOOOOOOO…that's right, be jealous.

**Aaaaand, this is where I would totally flip my hair and pivot from one hip to the other, if I had hair and my hips weren't permanently locked in the downward dog position, dammit**

Stupid menopausal hair, dumbass locked up hips.

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May 27, 2014
Tips and Tricks To Make Life Easier For You and Your Teen: a guest post by my almost-13yo.

I've been busily training for a couple of new jobs (a much needed and very appreciated couple of new jobs!) so my youngest daughter was kind enough to offer her services and guest blog for me, this week.

Aaaaand, since I've already failed (miserably!) at posting every day for #NaBloPoMo, I took the kid up on her offer and told her to have at it 🙂

So, she came up with this, unedited and totally in her words:

Hey hi hey…most of you know me as the youngest person in the thisfullhouse family. If you don’t know me then I’m Hope. I’m turning 13 in two months. If you’re a parent and you have a teen or many teens like the mom of thisfullhouse here are some tips and tricks to make you and your teen's life a lot easier.

Remember these are all totally true facts coming from a teen sooooo yeah.

1. Make sure they have a book to read or get into…I went a couple years thinking I hated books and here I am having 82 books/series I want to read. This is NOT an exaggeration.

2. Make sure you have lots of tea and coffee in your house. If your teen is upset about something tea is the best thing. One of the best things my sister makes me is chai hot chocolate. You make chai tea and mix in a little hot chocolate for a new world to be open in front of your very own eyes.

3. Let them listen to what ever music they want and let them dress how they want. It doesn’t matter what they dress like or listen to, but if they start to dress a little too badinkadinky let them face the consequences.

4. Let them learn from their mistakes. It’s the best way for them to figure out what they’re doing wrong, and fix it themselves. It will also show you just how responsible we teens can be. So it’s practically a win-win situation going on.

5. On those nights where you just want to be alone with that special someone 😉 schedule a sleepover at your teen’s friend’s house. The two friends can have fun together and you can be with that special person of yours ;) Remember at the friend’s house. If your house you will be bothered for tis and that here and there and be bombarded with millions of questions. And remember I am a professional.

6. Have a certain day to hang out with them just you and your teen. Make a movie night at your house, or go out for coffee, or go on a walk, a jog, a run, whatever you want.

7. Whenever your teen says ‘whatever’ or ‘I don’t care’ just know that they really do care and they are just trying to cover it up or hide it from you to act “cooler”. This especially happens around friends; don’t worry it happens to every parent you’re not doing anything wrong.

8. Lastly, GIVE THEM SPACE. If they are having a problem or trouble with something, no matter what it be, GIVE THEM SPACE.

Try these tips and see for yourself. Good luck!

Yep, the kid is WAY smarter than me. The only thing I would add: yes, you should also totally consider yourselves lucky…if and whenever your teen allows you to take a picture of the back of their head…YO!!!

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April 18, 2014
When a teen slams a door, somewhere a local home center has just made another sale.

The funny thing about raising teens (by funny I mean less ha-ha-ha and more what-the-huh?!?) is all the stuff you thought you knew about parenting…just stop it, right now…because kids have this really innate ability of having you question almost every move you make, to be totally wrong, probably.

Personally, my inner-12-year-old would LOVE to have me forget that I am the parent, take over the situation and let's play a little verbal dodge ball, while where at it.

This morning, it's the door slamming.

SLAM!!!!

Sets my nerves on edge and don't worry, both my husband and I will give the door slammer a second chance to try again or the door goes away. It works for us. The front door, however, is a different story.

4th grade: one of the last times when they remember how to close the door, quietly.

Our youngest child lost her cell phone privileges, this morning. Doesn't really matter why. She probably doesn't even remember, okay neither do I. But that's not the point I'm trying to make, here, because I really do have one.

[blows bangs out of eyes, stares out the window]

Oh yeah, right. So, my husband and I were watching the weather channel (it's how we bond in the mornings, don't judge!) when we hear our youngest coming into the room…from three rooms away…for being as small as she is…she's got a VERY HEAVY FOOT.

[stomp-stomp-stomp]

And then leave.

Garth (not his real name): Have a nice day!

[STOMP-STOMP-STOMP!]

Me: Love you!

This is the part where you would probably hear the door…SLAM!!!…if we hadn't invested in that thingie that keeps the storm door from bashing into the door jam…hang on, let me ask Mr. Google, okay it's called…a door check, years ago.

[the whooshing sound of a door…closing…very…very…slowly]

Me (to my husband): I think we handled that pretty well, you?

Long story, short: raising teens is hard, but being an emotional and moral compass is even harder… YO!

Got teens? Don't have a door check? Get one!!!

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April 11, 2014
Better late than never, admitting you have a problem, being late.

Like any other 15 year-old boy (at least, the teenagers I've had the pleasure of ignoring me) my son likes to sleep (a lot!) and can fall asleep, at a drop of a hat, standing up, with one arm tied behind his back and holding up a "Do not disturb!" sign with the other, if need be. He gets it from his father.

Glen and Holly hiking together in the marshlands of NJ, sort of.

The boy is probably lagging behind or running perpetually late, for almost everything, too. Guess who he gets THAT from?!? G'head, I'll wait!!! Although his is more of a laid-back, slow and steady sort of late, while I'm frantically trying to finish up all the things…at the same time…and probably doing it wrong, too…not to mention…SQUIRREL!!!!

Aaaaanyway, I was going through some paperwork at my desk (alright, so I was filing stuff from last year, let's just pretend it was today's mail, okay?) and my son…slooooooooowly…pops his head in to let me know that he's home from school.

Although my neighbors could probably hear him barrel through our front door, anyway. This is also the kid who feels the need to identify himself when texting me…or calling me…on my phone.

"Hi mom, it's Glen, I'm home!"

See what I mean?

"I have late dentention on Wednesday."

To be fair, my oldest ran late nearly every day when she was a freshman (and pretty much right through graduation), but go figure this would be the year the high school decides to crack down on lateness.

"But, before you say anything, I get it!"

[one beat, two beats]

"In my defense, it's dentention I owe from a while ago!"

I didn't ask if it was because he forgot that he owed detention from a while ago, because TEEN BOYS ARE ALSO SUPER-FORGETFUL and, well, I just happened to ask myself that same question…right now…because SQUIRREL!!!

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I'm NaBloPoMo-ing it, feel free to check out what I've NaBloPoMo-ed, thus far (PHEW!) and let me know how I'm doing (I mean, 30 posts, in 30 days, really?!?) when you have time, of course!

April 8, 2014
And now we’re Doofus-dawg-proofing the couch.
I was pregnant with our oldest when we moved into our house…what we then referred to as our starter home…on Memorial Day weekend…21 years ago. Okay, so we're really sloooooooooooow starters.

Although my husband and I still dream about not having to share a closet (smaller than some other people's pantries) or my waking up in the middle of the night and having to go to the bathroom, all…the…way…downstairs…across the kitchen…through the living room…and waaaaay on the other side of the house…[taking a moment to catch my breath…phew…thanks!]…it's more than what a lot of other people have and, well, we've always managed to sort of make stuff work.

It's also a lot easier now, in the sense that our kids are mostly-grown and have all pretty much child-proofed themselves, by now.

Then our poor old Doofus-dawg goes and hurts himself, by fracturing a bone in his foot which had to be splinted in order for it to heal properly, so the vet sent us home with very strict instructions:
- NO JUMPING
- NO RUNNING
- NO CLIMBING
No problem, I mean, seeing as he spends most of his days dosing on the couch, right?!?
- AND ABSOLUTELY NO JUMPING UP ON THE FURNITURE
R'uh-oh. Seriously?!? The definition of a dog's life includes jumping on the furniture — especially, when you're NOT looking — and, for as big as he is, our Doofus-dawg is especially proficient in sneaking up right next to you, without you even knowing it, until it's too late.

yes, we ARE martha stewart's worst nightmare.

So, once again, we've managed to make it work: using laundry baskets to Doofus-proof the furniture.

and this is where we do our best edith and archie bunker, yo!

Aaaaand, although I didn't think we would have to worry about the recliners (they rock, literally!), Doofus-dawg did in fact try and get up on the recliners, too. The cone of shame is a reminder to quit chewing and it also seems to be working.

Still, night time is proving to be difficult. Doofus is used to sleeping upstairs with us, so my husband has been sleeping downstairs with Doofus (yeah, I know, it's going to be a looooong 4 weeks), but I didn't think he'd appreciate my posting a picture of the super-ingenious way he's managed to keep Doofus off the couch.

Soooo, my oldest daughter and I re-created it for you:

this is me, pretending to be my husband, doofus-proofing the couch.

Aaaaaaaand, this is the part where you begin to feel really, really good about yourself AND pretty gosh-darned happy that you do NOT have to live with me. You're welcome!

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April 7, 2014
Never trust a mother with a camera.

My two oldest girls are 2 years apart, so Holly was still in diapers when Heather was born, because potty training is hard enough, let alone bringing home a brand new baby sister, thankyouverymuch.

They spent the next 3 years together, as each other's constant playmate, before more babies came along and, well, then it became…EVERYONE IN THE POOL!!!…while other parents looked on (in horror, mostly) wondering what it was like to raise 4 children under the age of 10: it sort of feels as if you are walking around in a drunken stupor…all day…every day.

These two monkeys, however, get the credit for molding me into the mother that their siblings would grow to know, as they each continued to help keep their mother (a.k.a. me) in check.

Even today, although they don't always like each other, they share a lot of the same interests and, now that they're 20 and 18 (ZOMG!!!), they've both grown accustomed to being able to stand up for themselves…as well as each other…especially, when their mother (again, me) is being totally unreasonable about curfews, or going to concerts, that happen to be playing two entire states away and such.

Mothering adults can be quite a sobering experience. Until, realizing that I had accidentally set my cell phone on video and then this funny little gif happened:

No matter how much these two grown up monkeys insist that…you know…I knew EXACTLY what I was doing, but don't tell them…m'kay?!?

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April 4, 2014
Old school blogging, yo!

One of the many reasons I love blogging (not to mention, why I've been at it for almost 11 years now): I've had the pleasure of watching this space grow and mature into sooooo many wonderfully diverse communities.

You can't go two clicks without meeting someone new to the blogosphere.

So, inspired by my friends Shannon and Kendra, I'm kicking it old school and linking up with Elaine from The Miss Elaine-ous Life and Kim from Co-Pilot Mom for some Old School Blogging where I answer a list of random questions.

[rolls up sleeves, blows bangs out of eyes]

Okay, LET'S DO THIS:

What is the last thing you watched on T.V.? Walking Dead; unless there's a zombie close by, then I'm hiding behind Daryl Dixon and keeping a real close eye on his…never mind!

BONUS: For all my Walking Dead sistuhs out there AND for all you non-Walking Dead fans — meet Daryl, enough said!

When did you last step outside? What were you doing? Yesterday, I was waving at my parents as they were pulling out of our driveway. Then I took a quick nap before Walking Dead. I love Sundays!

What is on the walls of the room you are in? A bulletin board filled with family photos, greeting cards from friends, a valentine from my husband and a chalkboard counting down the days until my kids' adopted Aunt Melisa's visit…YO!

If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy? 6 first class plane tickets to Hungary, 2 more tickets for my parents and then iPads for ALL the kids. They have NEVER been on a plane, enough said.

Tell me something about you that most people don’t know. I dream in color and, if I happen to wake up in the middle of a dream, I can go back to sleep and finish a dream; but I am harmless, promise.

Who made the last incoming call on your phone? My oldest daughter, to tell me that she was on her way home from work and to ask if I needed her to pick up anyone or anything, so I am much more relaxed about her driving.

If you could change something about your house without having to worry about expense or mess, what would it be? Way too many things to list, but I would love to get the house sided and we most definitely need a new roof (stupid Superstorm Sandy, dumbass Hurricane Irene!)

What is the last thing you bought? I ordered sushi for me and my son on Friday when the 3 girls went to the mall, but the girls ended up coming home early and had leftovers, c'est la vie…I mean…sore ga jinseida.

Would you go bungee jumping or skydiving? Bwahahahahahahahahahahaha…[wipes eyes]…that IS a good one.

If you could eat lunch with one famous person, who would it be? They're not famous, but I would LOVE to be able to go back in time, cook a meal with my grandmothers/great grandmothers and then listen to them talk about their lives. That would be awesome.

Which store would you choose to max out your credit card? Been there, done that, not a big fan of credit cards. But, we're just pretending…sooooo…Pottery Barn and/or Pier 1 would be my choice(s).

Is the glass half empty or half full? Half full; unless it happens to be a glass of my favorite wine, then it's totally empty.

What’s the farthest away place you’ve ever been? Visiting family in Hungary and Austria with my parents when I was 2 years-old, 6 years-old, on my own at 22 years-old and then the last time was when introducing my then new husband in 1991. So, we are looooong overdue for a visit (see: If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?)

What's under your bed? Don't know, I watch way too many horror films and am too afraid to look.

What is your favorite time of day? Twilight, just before the sun rises or just after sunset, must be the Eastern European in me.

What inspires you? Spending time with my kids and listening to them talk about their dreams; laughing with my friends; my husband Garth, (not his real name) knowing I'm a dork and loving me anyway, to name a few.

Okay, now it's YOUR turn. Tell me something about you that most people don't know. Or, hop on over to Elaine’s, grab a button, meet a new blogger (or twenty) and join the fun. G'head, I'll wait!

P.S. The link up is closed, go figure, but better late than never.

P.P.S. They do this sort of thing every month, so there's that.

P.P.P.S. I am SUCH a dork.

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March 24, 2014
6 Easy Ways to Wrap a Scarf, Wrong

It's springtime here in Jersey…wait, let me look out the window…YEP!…today, anyway. So, I thought it would be fun to break out with the light and airy scarves, until I tried to tie one around my neck and, well, that's an accident…just waiting to happen.

There are about a bazillion online tutorials on how to wear scarves and they are all great, until I actually try to tie one around my neck and, well, see previous paragraph.

You know, what?!? It would be a whole lot easier if someone showed us fashionably-dorky-types what [k]NOT to do…and…HEY!!!!…wait a minute…I CAN DO THAT!!!

Adding to the series of "how NOT to" vlogs, I am very happy to be able to present to you (still breathing and with all my limbs still attached) the scarf edition:

Long story-short: Fashion can be fun, as long as it is kept safe, and I am fashion's number one safety officer, or something like that.

[sound of crickets, chirping]

Hey…look over there…isn't that Audrey and Vera?!?

[SLAM!!!]

Stupid scarves, dumbass impossibly difficult knots.

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March 21, 2014