Today a coworker of mine saw me, then said she had to do a double take to make sure it was, in fact, me. She said I look very different. I said it’s because I washed my hair (joke), then we deduced it might be because I’m wearing no black. I’m wearing a peach, printed shirt, and apparently it brightens up my face. Yikes!

Here’s another coworker story: so I’ve been working with a guy to create a company-sponsored blog and it’s finally to the point where the Powers That Be can check it out. When emailing them a link and descriptor, he wrote two really complimentary sentences about ME. It took me by surprise and was a very, very nice gesture. And he knows I have a blog, so if he reads this it will be embarrassing (hello BB!), but I had to write something because it was a highlight of my day.

I’ve been hungry for the past week, I swear. I’m not even sleeping well at night because my stomach is rumbling. It’s saying, “Feed me! Feeeed me!” But the thing is, I’m eating as much as I normally eat, so I don’t want to eat more. I suspect it’s because I’ve kicked it up a notch at the gym. I’m seeing relatives I haven’t seen in 10 years, so I want to try to look decent. Being in weddings is an excellent motivator in the gym! But I’m hungry.

Oh, so this humidity sucks. When I step outside, I feel like I’ve been hit by a warm, wet paper towel.

I got a fortune cookie at lunch and it said: Your happy heart brings joy and peace where there is none. Aawww.

In case you were wondering, my dad’s trial ended in a hung jury. Going into deliberations, the jury was split four guilty, four not guilty and four undecided. After deliberating for about 30 hours, six voted for guilty and six for not guilty. Ultimately they realized they wouldn’t be able to reach a decision. My dad said he was pleasantly surprised at how seriously everyone took their roles and that it was a good – and slightly stressful – experience.

Abby hugged me yesterday. A real, genuine, 12-second-long hug. She squeezed and squeezed, and then topped it off with Eskimo kisses. I said, “Whoa, kid! Where did that come from?” Then she squeezed me some more.

Oh, wow. This is my 1,111 post.


I’m waiting to hear from my father. He was selected as a juror in a murder trial, and today they continued deliberations. He’s been a good little juror and hasn’t said a word about the case, but I’m anxious to hear the verdict. Initially when I found out he was selected for a murder trial, I was totally jealous. How cool would that be? But then, after some thought, I realized I would hate it if only because of the deliberation part. Say it’s a death penalty case; would you be able to condemn someone to death? I’m pro death penalty, and I don’t know if I could do it. I can’t imagine having that on my conscience. I already feel guilty about everything as it is.

I took a picture of Abby recently, and then played with it in Elements, and I think it looks really cute. I’m not an artist (nor do I claim to be), and I’m ordinarily not a big fan of the black/white/color thing, but I like how this turned out.

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These are the directions from a shampoo I use:
Massage into wet hair and indulge in the luxurious lather. Be energized by the refreshing fragrance. Rinse when ready.

And from its partner conditioner:
Give every strand of wet hair a massage and juicy kiss. Soak up the refreshing energy for as long as desired, then rinse thoroughly.

Are you freaking kidding me? So, if I don’t indulge and get energized, I’m using the product inefficiently? If I was an eye-roller, I’d totally be rolling my eyes right now.

So, in other news… it’s Shark Week!! Ooohhhh yeah. Love it. I want to go to South Africa and go on a Great White tour thingy. I wouldn’t actually get in the water – I’d totally be eaten – but I’d love to see one up close. When I was a kid, I wanted to be a marine biologist. My family would go to Sea World, and to me, it was like heaven. Now I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. A marketing coordinator, perhaps? Oh wait! That’s what I already am! Score!

My mother recently sent me one of those emails full of oodles of questions, and I’m posting some of her responses because she’s so cute!

WHAT FOOD DO YOU DISLIKE? I eat anything
FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH? Football, football and more football
HOW ARE YOU TODAY? I got up this morning and looked at my husband playing with both our dogs and it just made me smile, so it’s a good day
IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? something very bright!! <— So true! People think I'm the happiest person they've ever met, but I've got nothing on my mother!


I did a bunch of shopping this weekend for wedding duds. I already have my dress for the wedding – my victorian lilac mullet dress – but I needed clothing for other events such as the rehearsal BBQ and the bachelorette party. For the bachelorette party I got a really cute shirt with black sequins. I love black sequins. I wish I could wear them EVERY DAY. And for the rehearsal BBQ I got a sundress that’s brown, white, fuchsia and yellow. Weird combo, right? But I like it. I’m kinda scared to wear it because, you know, my relatives might find out I have breasts. I’m a prude, remember? I gave Laurie a description and she’s forcing me to wear it despite my reservations. So, if my relatives start talking about what a breast-bearing hussy I am, I have Laurie’s permission to tell them I was forced to wear it. It will be her faux bridezilla moment. But seriously, I like the dress.

The dress

Ok, so I get asked this a lot: You’re really the maid of honor in your brother’s wedding? Yes, I’m really the maid of honor. I expected to be a bridesmaid, and at the risk of sounding cliché, I was really honored to be asked to be the MOH. Laurie and I are close – we hit it off right away and I consider her to be a true friend. We have a lot of fun when we’re together; we love to dance and shop and gab. She’s a very warm, loving, giving, strong, genuine person, and I’m super thrilled that she’ll have the same funky Croatian last name as me.

Yes, my last name is Croatian. I’m Croatian. I’m not Polish. And while we’re talking about my last name, I like it. I don’t consider it to be a burden. And it’s really easy to pronounce as it’s completely phonetic. Kriz-man-ich. <— these are all answers to questions I have been asked over and over. (and over and over)

So, what else? Umm… yeah, besides the shopping, my weekend has been nice and relaxing and friend-filled. And there was champagne involved. But now I'm off to the gym, so it's taking a turn for the worse…


Although still not using this blog as my political soapbox, I had to post this:

Apparently the McCain campaign put it out, but Obama folks are embracing it because instead of sending a negative message, it says over and over and over how fabulous Obama is. I see what they were trying to do, but oops!

The thing is, I like John McCain very much. I had the pleasure of meeting him twice (while doing the political internship in college) and he’s off-the-cuff hilarious, has good ideas and works to cross the political divide. I think it’s a shame if he doesn’t get the opportunity to be president, and with his age, this is probably his last shot. But I’m voting for Obama – I think he’s the better candidate. I remember watching him speak during the 2004 Democratic convention and thinking, “I hope he’s our president some day.”

I’m getting really tired of my hair, people. I think I’m going to cut it off soon. Well, not soon soon. I have to wait until after the weddings because you just can’t do many things with a chin-length bob the way you can do things with hair that comes down to your bra strap. But, yeah, it’s just getting to be too much. I’m not a fan of throwing hair up into the ‘I give up’ knot on top of my head, although it DOES happen. And I feel like when I straighten it – despite the super spray – it’s frying the hair. And, yeah. I’m just getting tired of messing with it. And I’m assuming I have enough to donate to Locks of Love, which is what I plan to do.

Quri and I are going to see Batman tonight, and she’s swearing up and down that she won’t be late, but she will. She’s always late, and I’m always early. We make for a very bad combo. She’s given me permission to fudge actual meeting times – you know, make it seem like it’s earlier, so that when she’s late, she’ll actually be on time. But I’d feel bad about lying to her and manipulating her, so we’re back at the beginning where she’s late and I’m early. Using a situation that happened with Quri, I can provide a very good example of my two most fatal flaws working in tandem: being too nice and not saying how I feel (ever). Once we had lunch plans on a weekend, and she was over an hour late. Yes, over an hour late. I sat at the restaurant and watched college basketball and tried to get a hold of her, but she wasn’t answering her cell phone. I didn’t want to leave the restaurant and leave her stuck, although that’s totally what I should have done. When she finally showed up, I gave no indication that I was frustrated/pissed off, and acted like everything was a-okay. This is why I’ll probably die of an aneurism when I’m 35 – I keep everything inside to the point that I’ll probably explode one day. Poof! There goes Allie!

I have this cup full of random questions, but I’ve never used it, so here goes (it’s a game for the car for long trips):

What was your favorite vacation, and what made it special?
When I was in college and everyone in my family had a job and couldn’t take a proper week of vacation (the boys and I had part-time summer jobs/internships that didn’t give vacation time), we took four days and went to Niagara Falls. While there, we were all of legal drinking and gambling age, so we spent a big chunk of time in the casinos and bar hopping, and on our last night, we all crammed into my parents hotel room (the kids had their own) where the men folk drank Molson XXX beer and smoked Cuban cigars, and my mom and I ordered a ridiculous amount of room service dessert.

What is the biggest risk you have ever taken?
Easy question! Moving to North Carolina sans job, place to live and friends.

What was your toughest subject in school?
That would be math. In high school I was in honors and AP everything, then remedial math. No joke. And in college I had to take all kinds of numbers classes to get my fancy little BS degree, and thanks to those numbers classes, I only graduated with honors from the j-school, not WVU in general. Boo. (although I did have above a 3.0)

Who is the worst boss you’ve ever had? Why?
Okay, so I’m not going to name names, but I had a boss who gave me no direction, no feedback, no goals, no objectives. I had no idea what he expected of me or what he wanted me to be doing. But he still managed to tell me (and nearly every other employee in the company) that I was doing it wrong. Which is why I (and nearly every other employee in the company) quit.

What was the most trouble you ever got into?
Ha! This blog has gotten me into some trouble…

Update! Quri was not only on time, but she was early! And Batman is a very, very good movie. Seeing Heath Ledger on screen, and remembering what a gifted actor he was, makes it all the more sad that he died.


38 days until the first college football game of the season. But who’s counting?

So, how precious is that little guy in my arms below?? He’s completely intoxicating and edible, but no, it doesn’t make me want to run out and get pregnant. I’m just super thankful that right now my best friend lives 20 minutes away, has two tiny children, and lets me play with them and watch them grow. That’s good enough for me.

I spent a big chunk of the weekend with the Engels. Since Zach’s arrival, I’ve been helping as much as I can. Whether I clean, take care of Abby, run errands, play chauffeur – they have their hands full, so I pitch in. I suspect this will be my last weekend in that role, though, as they have family in town for the next two weeks, and when they leave, Kristen and Erich will pretty much have everything sorted out.

One of my closest friends is moving to Richmond and I’m sad. I have no doubt the friendship will survive, and Richmond is only two hours away, but still. I want her to stay here. Boo.

Ugh. I’m hungry. I bought one of those Stouffer’s lasagna things, and it’s taking for-ever to cook. But it’s a convenient dinner one day, lunch the next and, if I’m not tired of it, dinner the next day. I’m a very lazy girl in the kitchen. I don’t like to cook and rarely put forth the effort to do so. Unless, of course, I’ve invited friends over for the sole purpose of making tacos. I seriously do that. I call people and say, “Come eat at my place so I can make tacos!” It works.

My dad and I had a good, long talk yesterday. He called and we were on the phone for an hour, which I think is a record. He’s been going through some stuff. Those of you who actually know me know what’s been going on, and I’m happy to report that he’s so much better.

Um, um, um. Batman this week, which is exciting. And I think there will be a second birthday party for Abby’s second birthday, this time with another set of relatives. And maybe I’ll have my rescheduled dinner with Mr. B. I had to cancel last week because of my mystery virus. OH!! Turns out Erich had it, too, and one of my coworkers caught it from her boyfriend. So watch out, people! There’s a killer (not really) virus working its way through Raleighwood and Cary!

Vonnie and I went to the mall for lunch – so nice working five minutes from Crabtree. Anyway. She pointed out a shirt for me that was WAY out of my comfort zone. You know, it wasn’t black. So, I tried it on and loved it. It’s like nothing I’d ever pick out for myself, but it’s great. I can’t wait to wear it. Here it is, front and back:

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Two posts in one day! Holy crap!

The bracelet. I keep meaning to update you. The owner was found via the reporter’s article. It belongs to the best friend of the soldier who was killed. He’s currently deployed, so I’m holding onto it until he comes home.

Finding the owner was a pretty emotional journey. I appreciate the help I received from my (always fabulous) friends and Cousin Bob.

Peace out.