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Manners according to me

I am very much into manners. I believe the words please, thank you, I’m sorry, and excuse me are not used enough in our society. In general, I believe in the arts of hostessing, hand written notes, wishing people a happy birthday, sending flowers, and general common courtesies. In our very casual society of communication through email, being facebook “friends” with people we hardly know, and a me, me me attitude the importance of manners has been lost. I find this very irritating. For example, I recently hosted a dinner party. I had a fabulous time and very much enjoyed the company of my guests. What I did not enjoy were the three people who rsvped yes (with a plus one each) and then didn’t show up. While I am most understanding that plans change I find it simply unacceptable to let one’s host know you will no longer to be able to attend. Should a person be involved in an emergency and notice is impossible to give, one should at the very least follow up with regrets as soon as poss…

I've Been Booed

Since I have come to the point of embracing my new suburbanite lifestyle I decided to bring a very suburban tradition to my part of town. In my Mom’s incredibly suburban neighborhood the people participate in a silly game of “booing”. The concept of booing is that in the beginning of October someone will anonymously leave a Halloween / fall goody bag on their neighbors door. The bag should include the booing poem, and “I’ve been Booed” sign and instructions to make two similar bags and give anonymously. The fun quickly spreads and by the time Halloween rolls around most houses have an “I’ve been Booed” sign hanging in the window. I decided to start the tradition in both my neighborhood and office, slightly adjusting the poem for the office. For all of my booing adventures I gathers up cute holiday stuff from The Dollar Tree and Target with fun items. 1st round of boo bags: Trick or treat bag Halloween socks Happy Halloween sign Hanging Skelton Halloween cup with candy Halloween s…

More Love, Less Stuff

Recently I was on evite creating a party invite. Now that I am a little more financially secure (thanks new job) I plan on hosting a few events each year. In general I love entertaining. I feel very blessed to have such great friends and enjoy spending time with my friends when possible. While on evite I noticed they have a blog, as someone who loves all things to do with entertaining I found this to be quite exciting. One of the topics was the concept of a baby shower for a 2nd baby . . . apparently this is quite the hot topic. Some people believe that showers beyond the 1st child are unnecessary, others believe that the arrival of each child deserves a celebration. I read through many comments and it seems as if the entire debate hinges upon gifts and if a celebration is contingent upon gifts. The whole debate led me to question my own, and society in general’s belief on celebrations and gift giving. For the record I think a celebration for ANY baby is entirely appropriate and shou…

Sorority Life

This week my little sister is going through sorority recruitment. She’s quite a bit younger than me, obviously. Talking with her over what to wear and who she likes has brought up fond memories of my own sorority experience. In general, when you get a large group of women together there will be moments of cattiness and not getting along. But I also think that is true with any organization as it is impossible to please a large amount of people every single day. Overall, I have very fond memories of my sorority years and enjoyed the experience. In fact, thanks to facebook, twitter and blogging I still keep up with some of the girls. (Shout out to my Gamma Phi sisters!) When I think back to my college years I don’t remember the petty things that seemed so important in my 19 year old mind. What I remember are the girls who had my back when I had a crazy roommate, drank too much, or tried to date a guy that was bad news. I remember the late nights of staying up in our rooms giggling, ne…

Mrs. Who?

Earlier this week I had the super fun task of addressing, stamping, stickering, stuffing and licking 120 invitations to a friend’s engagement party. It’s not as bad as it sounds as I had company / help most of the time I completed this task. What I found irritating however was that the majority of these invites were addressed Mr. and Mrs. his name. I know many of the people receiving these invites, great couples and the wives are all smart, funny, charming ladies who are in my mind worthy of their own recognition. I personally prefer to address couples by first name recognizing each person such as Jane and John Smith rather than Mr. and Mrs. John Smith. I get that some people like to be formal, but one of my wise friends pointed out to me last week that when a tradition becomes ridiculous you should stop doing it. Even worse are invitations sent to a married lady only and she is still addressed as Mrs. John Smith. I find a small condolence in knowing I am not the only one with this ou…

For the love of Haley

One year ago today I made the best and worst decision of my life by adopting my 30lb miniature lab, Haley. In the year since Haley and I have been together I have lost one Douney and Bourke purse, one cell phone, one MP3 player, one digital camera, five pairs of shoes, all of my fancy throw pillows and even the pillows I sleep on, one lamp, 2 textbooks, 8 regular books, one monopoly board game, and one Wii Mote. I estimate her damages at about $2,000 worth of stuff. I have also suffered numerous falls on the sidewalk from being tugged too hard and one frightening tumble down the staircase. Yet one year, several bruises, and a lot less stuff later I love Haley to death. Haley is an incredibly protective dog. She barks menacingly anytime someone walks past our house (which in a condo community is more frequent that I care for). At night before we go to bed she "patrols" the downstairs to make sure no one is lurking by the doors or in our patio and then she stands guard at the …