tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61135932012-02-16T06:48:26.693-08:00Daily blog that covers Beth's life - what I'm reading, what I'm up to, what the weather in San Francisco is like. Plus the ongoing adventures of my little white kitten Alice, who may or may not be possessed by the devil.Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.comBlogger6601100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-8463431883538846092009-06-16T22:10:00.000-07:002009-06-17T10:27:16.892-07:00

It's always nice to have friends visit you, but when you're t-minus one week from moving and in desperate need of an extra pair of hands, it's especially welcome. A World of Beth shout out is due to Jen, who helped to kick off the packing process and did not even blink when she had to put hundreds of books into boxes during her vacation.But speaking of vacation, I must say there were several

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-20418250105230928152009-06-13T09:31:00.000-07:002009-06-17T10:08:24.889-07:00

As a lazy person with copious amounts of free time on her hands these days, I find myself chilling around the apartment doing one of two things: watching bad TV infomercials and/or watching bad Internet video. I must say I've become a wee bit addicted to what I can only call celebrity devotional videos on You Tube. This is a fairly new concept to the World of Beth, though apparently every 14 year

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-15777814490587619162009-06-11T22:06:00.000-07:002009-06-12T22:32:22.038-07:00

Ah kids, it's good to be back in the blogosphere! Six months after my last post (enter sad trombone sound here), and so, so much has changed. While I haven't gone all Jillian Michaels-ish and turned into a rock-hard triathlete, there have been some major renovations going on in the World of Beth.To quote Ross and Rachel circa 1996-ish, I'm "on a break" from my boyfriend Mister Employment. Mister

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-30876021593574116972008-11-02T18:25:00.000-08:002008-11-02T18:52:33.992-08:00

Well loyal readers, it's time for Beth to announce her Biggest Project Yet: Operation Smaller Ass. Or perhaps it's Jiggle-B-Gone 2009? Or Campaign to Stop Dependence on Lane Bryant as My Sole Fashion Option?You get the plus-sized picture. The fact is, I'm fat. I've been fat for a very long time....but the past few years in particular have been especially cringe-worthy on the scales. The other

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-79496302999156531302008-10-21T09:43:00.000-07:002008-10-25T09:57:04.092-07:00

One of my favorite activities that I don't do too often is just to get in the car and drive aimlessly for a few hours and see where I end up. Some of my most memorable trips have come that way - the first time I saw Portland, for example, or the time I randomly drove to Vancouver after a particularly traumatizing job interview experience.So last weekend I got the bee in my bonnet to see

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-15617102847240878442008-10-19T20:10:00.000-07:002008-10-25T09:43:50.974-07:00

Okay, so I realize this isn't exactly breaking news, but I feel compelled to share a totally ridiculous story from Beth's Insane Neighborhood.(Quick aside to remind Loyal Readers that while I like to say I live in "North Beach" the reality is that I live just one block from San Francisco's Pier 39, which is the biggest, noisest tourist trap in the City. Tour buses, drunk vacationing frat boys,

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-71490429944239917432008-10-17T19:57:00.000-07:002008-10-19T20:10:27.530-07:00

Alright kids, so it's been two months. I get it. I know I should post more often, but frankly it's been rather slow and non-post-worthy in the World of Beth, so material's been lacking. Plus frankly my non-Millenial, social media-challenged brain is struggling to keep up with the constant stream of updates needed to keep up on Facebook, Twitter, email and the blog. A girl can only update so much,

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-36170516583470965762008-08-10T21:08:00.001-07:002008-08-10T21:28:53.313-07:00

I ask you, World at Large, what could be better than a Dolly Parton concert? Puppies? Unicorns? Rainbows? Maybe. But Dolly's pretty close up there. Having seen her show in Seattle this weekend I can say there are few comparisons to Dolly and that's not a bad thing.For one, the woman played NINE friggin' instruments (a third of which were rhinestone encrusted), sung her own songs (which - get

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-61533977331597128592008-08-03T20:40:00.000-07:002008-08-10T21:05:51.800-07:00

File this one under "Embarrassing Confessionals," kids. So I keep hearing about this new fangled thing called "YouTube" on the InterWeb that the young kids keep paying so much attention to, and sure enough I spent most of last weekend seriously obsessed with it. Seriously It started off innocently enough where I was trying to find this clip from "Law and Order: Criminal Intent" for someone

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-20057121073114556862008-07-27T19:55:00.000-07:002008-07-27T20:15:08.935-07:00

While on vacation, I picked up a book on how to have more energy and stop feeling so exhausted all the time. It seemed like a good purchase since most nights when I come home from work it's all I can do to microwave some food and avoid falling asleep on the couch at 9 o'clock. Not so cool.I like that all of the recommendations in the book are logical (eat better food, get some sunshine and

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-48795618894009654372008-07-26T11:32:00.000-07:002008-07-27T19:48:23.825-07:00

Pop Quiz, Hot Shots! (Yes, again.)Question: During a recent trip to Denver, which of the following activities did Beth NOT do? A.) Had a hot guy that looked an awful lot like Ryan Reynolds sit next to her in a SmartCar while being given a demo of the car's features?B.) Finally watched "Flight of the Concords" and started to understand what all the fuss is about? C.) Drove to the Tattered Cover

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-58377146616234391992008-07-24T19:19:00.000-07:002008-07-27T19:32:20.528-07:00

Pop Quiz Hot Shots!QUESTION: During a recent trip to Denver, how did Beth and her mom spend their first day together?a.) Eating "Chinese" food at a Chinese buffet that used to be Furr's Cafeteria, followed up by a trip to a new 85,000-square foot liquor store named Tipsy's;b.) Eating "Italian" food at The Olive Garden, followed up by a trip to Target;c.) Eating "seafood" at Red Lobster, followed

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-61339871512488264992008-07-16T17:50:00.000-07:002008-07-16T18:00:56.615-07:00

Having recently found my way back to the blogosphere, I was saddened to read about the passing of Olive Riley, the world's oldest blogger, who died this week at the age of 108. 108, people. Truly, if this woman can post from her nursing home in (no joke) Woy Woy, Australia, than surely I can do a better job at updating the World of Beth on my lame cat lady adventures.For a nice mental health

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-7442102126760814882008-07-13T21:08:00.000-07:002008-07-13T21:34:10.926-07:00

Well World at Large, it's been way too long. Pull up a chair and pour yourself a giant goblet of vino - we've got a lot to catch up on!So I realize it's been a couple of months since last I've blogged and many of you have been (ahem) not-so gently following up with me to see what's been cookin'. A quick recap might be in order:1.) Campin'. Yes. It's true. Pigs have flown. Hell has frozen over.

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-85834369598881399582008-05-02T12:07:00.000-07:002008-05-03T12:41:16.737-07:00

Dear Netflix,Jesus, are you trying to kill me here? Seriously, guys, when a person rents The Savages, Atonement, and Lars and the Real Girl all at the same time you really ought to include either a complimentary box of Kleenex or a gallon size drum of Prozac with the DVDs. Because that person will start off with Lars and the Real Girl thinking "Boy, this looks like one really quirky indie comedy

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-80857159636965426172008-05-01T11:45:00.000-07:002008-05-03T12:00:53.392-07:00

So there's this documentary out, which I really want to see, called Young @ Heart about this choral group made up of folks in their 70's, 80's and even 90's who sing punk songs. Sonic Youth, Coldplay, Lou Reed, the Ramones....you get the picture.And seriously, every time I go to You Tube and check out their performances I find myself laughing and sobbing at the same time. Tears full on rolling

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-15690745468627605492008-04-30T09:28:00.000-07:002008-05-03T11:43:35.757-07:00

Greetings from Day Three of Vacation. After a brief client meeting today (siiiigh, yes I'm serious), I headed to Golden Gate Park for some outdoorsy fun in nature....by which I mean that I drove around the outdoorsy natural things, took some great pictures, and didn't really get out and walk or experience any of it first hand. This is about as outdoorsy as Beth gets, folks.Anyhoo. First stop was

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-846489562168676562008-04-29T19:49:00.000-07:002008-05-01T20:00:00.793-07:00

Well folks, it only took two days of vacation for my super extra diligent vacation schedule to be shot all to hell. Yesterday was full of road trippin' adventures....today not so much. So far I've slept in until the double-digit hours of the morning, caught up on my Law and Order: Criminal Intent episodes on the TiVo (Vincent D'Onofrio, you were so young and thing back in the day!), baked

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-80991098736490148722008-04-28T21:54:00.001-07:002008-04-28T22:15:57.860-07:00

Hiya kids and greetings from Vacationville - population ME. I finally got around to taking some time off and am trying to make the most of this week being a tourist in my own city. Yes, I've lived here almost ten months and there are still so many neighborhoods/museums/parks/areas I haven't seen. It's going to be a busy week, that's for sure.Today started off with some coffee at this little cafe

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-7554835853746860962008-04-23T17:28:00.000-07:002008-04-23T17:39:40.402-07:00

Dear Circa 1985 Peach Princess Phone, Damn, I've missed you. I mean, look at you. Who couldn't love that? For whatever reason I was talking at work today about Generation X-era technology and you came immediately to mind. No one here seems to remember you because they are all tech savvy Millenial kids, but I DO, Peach Princess Phone. I REMEMBER. I had to scour the Internet to find you, but when

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-17719724199910223402008-04-22T21:20:00.000-07:002008-04-23T17:40:48.693-07:00

As loyal readers of the World of Beth can attest, I’m a huge fan of Drunk Shopping. I luvs me some drunk shopping. What can I say? Some people run marathons, or play with their kids/soulmates or remodel their lakefront summer homes to relax. Me? I slug back a few oversized glasses of cheap pinot noir and then hit the local Barnes and Noble for some tawdry self-help books.Just recently someone

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-25949712056099405092008-04-20T22:18:00.000-07:002008-04-21T22:27:04.494-07:00

...but first of all, I just learned about MTV's "The Hills" like less than a month ago and it has proven to be more addictive than a vial of crack stuffed inside of a Twinkie and sprinkled with Oxycontin and soaked in heroin (a combination I would imagine to be very, very addictive).So here I am, just now learning who Spencer is and who Lauren is and why they talk the way they do and struggling

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-2256348112158070282008-04-19T20:04:00.000-07:002008-04-20T22:31:40.699-07:00

Whoo. Phew. Ahem. Okay, folks, I am back! After two months of not a single post or update to the blog, I am finally turning over a new digital leaf and re-entering the blogosphere. What have y'all been up to? What have I been up to? A quick recap:Getting a new kitten. I'm pleased to introduce Miss Alice Purrito de la Embarcadero to the world, who likes to run, jump, frolic, leap, scamper and

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-12498273926180100472008-02-16T23:25:00.000-08:002008-02-17T19:36:15.381-08:00

So I guess Beth has been living under a rock, but I just now found out that Michael Cera of "Arrested Development" and "Juno" had this bizarrely addictive and hilarious Internet series called "Clark and Michael." Um, have you seen this thing, World at Large? It's worth spending some time with, if only to see the two guys frolicking a la "Three's Company during the opening credits.I confess I

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-16708506040523191302008-02-14T20:23:00.000-08:002008-02-17T19:24:54.109-08:00

Let's face it - this blog is way overdue for some hilarious wackiness, and that's just what my new Boy Crush Jack McBrayer brings to you in this sketch called "Livin' 'Neath the Law" from Funny or Die. I"m sorry, but I could seriously watch this sketch over and over again and never find it getting old. There's another episode available here that teaches "how to keep your bitches in line" that is

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-42876559260871949752008-02-13T19:00:00.000-08:002008-02-17T19:10:24.908-08:00

Dear World of Beth,What am I going to DO with you people? You leave me no choice but to make a complete and utter cornball out of myself, folks.To say "thank you" for all of the kind words and support and hilarious headbutting memories of Mrs. Puff just doesn't seem adequate - and yet, it's all I can do. Thank you for the calls and the emails and the text messages and the flowers and blog

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-7016148047179377412008-02-10T22:24:00.000-08:002008-02-10T23:04:54.893-08:00

Well World at Large, it's with an incredibly heavy and sniffly heart that I've made the decision to send Mrs. Puff to the Rainbow Bridge. We've got an appointment on Tuesday morning.When I had to make this call with Thomas the Wonder Cat a few years ago, my decision was so much simpler - he had wasted away to just fur and bones and was a shell of his former self. I knew it was time and I was

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-44617422990452533482008-02-03T20:01:00.000-08:002008-02-03T20:15:19.153-08:00

Hey kids.Yeah, I know. Almost two months since lastt I blogged and boy have I heard about it. The fact is, there haven't been a lot of quirky amusing stories worth blogging about - the holidays came and were lovely....work is plugging along (stressful as always)....it's just same ol', same ol'.But I've got an update on Mrs. Puff that I wanted to share since I've only told a few about this so far.

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-90587775860897563542007-12-04T20:58:00.000-08:002007-12-04T21:26:14.435-08:00

Q: Um, holy cow. That's an flippin' awesome tattoo. I mean, seriously.A: Thanks, but that's not a question.Q: Where did you GET that thing?A: Millennium Tattoo, in Fort Collins. It was totally clean, legit, safe, non intimidating and staffed by alterna-hipsters, which is always a nice bonus. Ryan did mine and she was fanTAStic.Q: Where did you PUT that thing?A: It's in the middle of my back -

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-78211721084144709462007-12-03T17:37:00.000-08:002007-12-04T20:58:43.467-08:00

Well kids, I know it's been a couple of weeks, so hope you all had a nice turkey day with the parental units or whatever form of friends and family you surround yourselves with.I headed home, as per tradition, to the Mile High Suburbs, where I wandered around Southwest Plaza, made awkward conversation with my dad, ate way too much stuffing, enjoyed a lovely night in downtown Denver and, oh yes,

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-62565555037655436032007-11-14T11:45:00.000-08:002007-11-14T15:48:26.130-08:00

After two years of sampling their spite-inducing seasonal variety packs, it looks like the folks at Jones Soda finally got an AP story written up about them. Go, Jones Soda, Go!Let’s hope it drives more people to gather ‘round with friends and family to sip unusual and foul-tasting sodas into Dixie cups while airing their grievances. Perhaps I could shoot for Jones Soda to be the official

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-2431889826183018112007-11-13T15:32:00.000-08:002007-11-14T15:44:38.350-08:00

In more “Beth Jumps on A Popular Tech Bandwagon WAAAAAY Too Late” news, I’ve created a Facebook page. Yeah, I realize the rest of you hipster young people were doing this years and years ago when you were in college, but I’m a little slower and older than y’all so cut me some slack. In all honesty, I can’t guarantee how often I’ll be updating my page….but I’m hope it will be more productive and

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-10160424283013248552007-11-12T21:47:00.000-08:002007-11-13T17:50:48.966-08:00

In what has proven to be my most rewarding and smug moment to date in the Bay Area, I have found a new, brilliant hairstylist that was both achingly hip but still refreshingly approachable and down to earth. Ladies and gentlemen, meet Rebecca from Moxi. She is my new hair stylin’ BFF. No judgmental head-to-toe once overs and sneers about the condition of my hair color (you hear that, Cheyenne?).

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-63228804379699025842007-11-11T20:37:00.000-08:002007-11-13T17:38:53.138-08:00

In a very typical Beth move, I can now say I am in proud possession of a San Francisco library card. This in itself isn’t all that amazing, but I don’t even have a California driver’s license or rental insurance yet so it’s a clear indication of where my priorities evidently are. Must! Access! Free! Dogeared! Books!I’ll confess, San Fran’s libraries don’t seem to be able to compare to Seattle’s

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-71408278858629156232007-11-07T11:00:00.000-08:002007-11-09T11:05:11.469-08:00

It was with great bitterness and angst that the Friends of Beth kicked off this year’s third annual Spitesgiving gathering last weekend at the SSB casa in West Seattle. Good food, good friends, good wine and, um, did I mention there was a bebeh kitten there named Owen who was freakin’ ridiculous? And that SSB’s new house could substitute as a panda sanctuary with all of the bamboo growing around

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-3868166198961074572007-10-17T16:06:00.000-07:002007-10-20T11:16:24.890-07:00

Engh! Engh! Readers! Hey! (envision Arnold Horschack-esque sqirming and arm raising...)Alert! There. Is. A. Cheese. SCHOOL. Two. Blocks. From. My. House. Where they teach you? About cheese? And how to eat cheese? And what to serve with cheese? And where you get to, again, eat really good cheese??? Head spinning. Palms sweating. Homer Simpson-like drooling beginning.North Beach, you just earned

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-60356042280963608222007-10-16T22:39:00.000-07:002007-10-20T11:04:58.040-07:00

So get ME. My North Beach 'hood was recently recognized as one of the "10 Great Neighborhoods in America," in addition, notably, to the Pike Place Market area of Seattle. Can I pick 'em, or what?As I'm spending more time wandering around North Beach, I'm finding my attitude about my neighborhood greatly improving - award or no award. When I first moved here I was all crinkly-faced and crabby

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-82164661492966052782007-10-11T18:20:00.000-07:002007-10-14T23:10:48.543-07:00

Dear the movie "The Notebook,"One might think that because you were only $10 at Target this weekend, that it would be okay for you to come home with me. The fact that I've become deeply crushy on Ryan Gosling lately made you all the more appealing - I mean seriously, look at him. Who wouldn't spend ten bucks on that? And yet. Not since I went on that weird emotional Hallmark/Lifetime Movie Of

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-34825376691306009752007-10-08T22:17:00.000-07:002007-10-14T22:19:22.378-07:00

God Bless You, Internet.

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-72694905906829652652007-09-23T19:54:00.000-07:002007-09-25T20:12:58.096-07:00

Don't ask me how or why I found this link, but are you aware that Richard Simmons sells dolls on his website? Dolls. On his Website. Seriously. Not only that, but the dolls are terrifying? This one here is Webby Debby. She looks like she's forgotten to take some of her pills that keep the devils away. What's up with the blue fingernail polish? On the other hand, he also sells keychains, which

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-46293789243648439172007-09-22T19:30:00.000-07:002007-09-25T19:53:25.689-07:00

Dear New San Francisco Dentist, Look, you seem like a nice guy. You came highly recommended from not just one, but several of my co-workers. Your office has some fantastic city views. Also, may I mention that you look an awful lot like Stanley Tucci (pictured here) and that endeared me to you almost instantly. And yet. I feel like we have to talk about the absolutely ridiculous sales job you

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-27091326025439295552007-09-21T19:37:00.000-07:002007-09-22T19:56:55.225-07:00

Seriously, World at Large, I feel like a giant weight is starting to come off of my shoulders. I am decompressing. I am relaxing. I am taking naps every afternoon. I. Freakin'. Love. Vacation!I still have three days left during my time off and now I'm starting to make a list of the things I haven't seen yet. Still, it's been a busy week so far:Drove around town with my dad and stepmom. Reverted

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-83955433126896685382007-09-20T19:31:00.000-07:002007-09-22T19:36:15.144-07:00

I'll tell you why I'm learning to love this city:Because in this random-ass store in North Beach you can (apparently) buy USED SKULLS. Used. Skulls. Cheaper/better than new skulls? How used are they, exactly? Human skulls, or more like cat/moose/monkey skulls? Can you buy them in bulk? How do I know these are quality skulls and not some cheap knock off?Used. Skulls. 'Nuff said.

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-45178570891810801142007-09-19T21:03:00.000-07:002007-09-22T19:31:26.042-07:00

Lessons learned after spending two-and-a-half days with my dad and stepmom in San Francisco:1.) If you're uncomfortable spending a mere 3 hours with your family during the holidays, you might want to reconsider spending TWO AND HALF STRAIGHT DAYS with them. Just sayin'.2.) If you get talked into driving along the 49-mile Scenic Drive with your family while they visit you in San Francisco, you

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-27799533380390554822007-09-12T18:55:00.000-07:002007-09-22T19:01:59.532-07:00

Le sigh. More than a month has gone by since my last posting – how does that happen? I’ll tell you how, World at Large, I’ve been hella busy, that’s how. You look good – have you lost a little weight? Is that a new shirt? What’s shakin’?So where to begin. Oh yes, there’s this workaholism THING. I’ve been working at an absolutely dizzying pace for the past two months. A migraine and carpal

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-708263006715214812007-08-16T17:52:00.000-07:002007-08-17T18:26:47.931-07:00

It's not too often I'm able to report on Muppet-related adventures, but when a good friend of the World of Beth alerted to me to the fact that she hosted Kermit the Freakin' Frog around the top spots in Denver.....Well, hell, folks. That's worth posting on the blog!Amuse yourselves with pictures of Kermit meeting top Colorado government officials, scaling the rocks at Red Rocks and attending a

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-87371041477571496062007-08-13T19:41:00.000-07:002007-08-17T17:49:14.534-07:00

For those younger readers of the World of Beth, allow me to share a history lesson from the days of 1987. America was in the midst of a Cold War. The country was divided into a bitter rivalry. The world had Corey-mania. Families and neighborhoods and entire communities were shattered by the division between those pre-teen girls who had deep gooey crushes on goofball Corey Haim, and those (like

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-87167859985092879422007-08-11T11:15:00.000-07:002007-08-17T17:39:19.378-07:00

And so, just as The Soprano’s ended its triumphant run on HBO, my experience with having acrylic nails has come to as close as well. RIP, Carmela-inspired talons!Let’s face it….they weren’t really ME to begin with. I’m all for the idea of taking better care of my appearance and spending more time pampering myself…but I’m not sure if having to deal with “fills” and “sets” is worth the trouble. The

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-6011739538191205102007-08-03T21:03:00.000-07:002007-08-12T11:15:45.214-07:00

It started off as a pretty ordinary day...went to work as always...decided upon driving home to expand my knowledge of area Target stores (including one that was recommended to me in Colma, no less, where 73 percent of the residents are, ahem, dead...)...bought some cat litter and then returned my Flexcar to its parking lot to head home.All was normal and ordinary. And then I heard the

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-83440263938749264752007-07-29T19:08:00.000-07:002007-07-29T19:23:34.197-07:00

....as I sit on my sofa this afternoon finishing the latest - and final - installment of the Harry Potter empire and have tears streaming down my face.Oh Harry. I'll miss you.

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-38577154923910811972007-07-28T18:57:00.000-07:002007-07-29T19:07:42.317-07:00

Dammit, Payless ShoeSource.I thought it was over between us. I went without you for a long time. We're no good for each other, Payless ShoeSource, I know that as much as you do. Face it, you're cheap and poorly constructed and when I walk around with you for too long, my feet reek to high heaven from pleather held together with stitches made by a Third World 8-year-old factory worker.And yet,

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-9689823017645713962007-07-21T15:29:00.000-07:002007-07-25T15:36:18.128-07:00

Dear Cheyenne,First off, sir, props for being enough of a diva that you can actually pull off the name “Cheyenne.”Um, yeah….so on that note about the bitchy diva-ness. I really didn’t appreciate the attitude you dished up to me when I came in for my haircut. I get that I wasn’t wearing a sassy halter sundress with stilettos like many of the other patrons there, and I get that my DIY

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-63725948887644338722007-07-20T15:27:00.000-07:002007-07-25T15:29:21.985-07:00

Dear Electrician,I ask you, was there some sort of random shortage on electrical outlets when you were tasked to wire up my apartment?Surely there has to be a logical reason as to why you put just one, single, solitary outlet in my kitchen. Really, just one outlet in which to plug things in? What is this, the third world? Is this some sort of test to see how creative I can be with my electricity

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-37450756293006938672007-07-20T10:56:00.000-07:002007-07-20T11:01:05.499-07:00

It’s been two weeks since last I posted and boy, have I ever heard about it from you loyal readers. Enough already! I’m baaaaaack! Hmmm, where to even begin? Let’s start with a basic needs overview:Shelter: Good progress here – I’m basically all moved in and trying to get used to having my apartment overlook the Loudest Street EVER. Seriously, Bay Street? You can’t cease with the motorcycle

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-47685305316808148732007-07-05T19:33:00.000-07:002007-07-07T21:07:41.072-07:00

So, um, apparently when I was joking about my movers selling my sofa in Mexico to buy weed, I might not have been entirely off base. Without much explanation, my sketchy-sketch movers showed up two days late which - admittedly - is better than never, but it was a very hectic day yesterday while I waited on sharp, pointy, angry eggshells to get a call back about the whereabouts of my worldly

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-26180958008179974742007-07-03T20:13:00.000-07:002007-07-07T20:32:59.220-07:00

The World of Beth arrives in San Francisco!After signing my lease and checking out my very empty, very tiny, very expensive, apartment, Heidi and I hit the streets for some Hot Tourist Action until my stuff arrives bright and early tomorrow morning. Cable car tour of the city? Check. Lunch on Fisherman's Wharf? Check. Ghiradelli Square? Hell yes. Obligatory pictures of the Golden Gate bridge?

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-6856038154531375592007-07-02T21:56:00.000-07:002007-07-07T20:12:03.825-07:00

Day two of the road trip and everything - fingers crossed - has gone smoothly and without angst. We've been rockin' out to Dolly Parton and the Scissor Sisters - life is more or less good, save for the disturbing series of anti-evolution billboards posted along the highway ("Don't Make a Monkey Out of Me!").Puff has proven herself to be a frickin' furry ROCK STAR when it comes to travel and has

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-42416545112714742852007-07-01T22:45:00.000-07:002007-07-07T19:45:51.693-07:00

Good grief, kids, where to begin?98 percent of my things are now in a moving truck - entirely out of my control and being driven to San Francisco by, ahem, less than legit-looking movers. Scratch that. Freakin' scary movers. Who scammed me out of buckets of money I didn't have in the first place and were laughably unprofessional and who are probably selling my sofa and toaster at the Mexican

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-91214292821626373802007-06-30T21:17:00.000-07:002007-06-30T22:48:09.192-07:00

Dear Seattle,Well, old friend, it looks like it's our last night together. When I arrived at your doorstep, I was a 22 year old baby bunny rabbit, all wide-eyed to the world and dying for some adventure outside of Colorado, which I called home for my entire life. Now, 11 years later, we're parting ways and I'm off to hang with your older, more worldly, sister San Francisco. What a ride it's been

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-91025051704710716972007-06-27T20:40:00.000-07:002007-06-30T21:15:49.094-07:00

I've been living car-free since May of 2003, which puts my SBQ (Smug Bastard Quotiant) at about 4 million SBQ points these days. The car-free life hasn't been too bad overall - certainly not ideal, but I've managed pretty well thanks to some very kind friends who occasionally offer to haul my ass to Target and brunch every now and then. The combination of a bus pass plus my BFF Flexcar has really

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-47264210387328049402007-06-26T14:20:00.000-07:002007-06-30T21:17:01.456-07:00

Yesterday I sauntered to the Pike Place Market to grab some spicy chicken teriyaki for lunch and found myself scowling, cursing, and sighing with contempt. It's tourist season in Seattle. Swarms of them, like locusts, have invaded the city and are desperate to see the Space Needle and get a salmon thrown at them and drink real Starbucks coffee. Normally I roll my eyes and walk briskly past the

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-28805759303253007112007-06-23T17:43:00.000-07:002007-06-25T17:55:45.763-07:00

Dear Cast, Crew and Producers of “The Holiday,”Not since “13 Going on 30” have I desperately longed for a time machine, so that I could travel back to the Beth of Two Hours Ago, wrestle her/me to the ground and wrench the remote control from her/my hands so that I could get those two utterly wasted hours back. I feel robbed of my time after watching this fluffy, predictable mess, and these days I

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-66390941143349720362007-06-20T21:09:00.000-07:002007-06-21T14:21:32.761-07:00

If you're like me, then your mail yesterday consisted of....Credit card statementAirline miles updateSafeway weekly sale adPottery Barn catalogAAA membership renewal formInformational brochure about decreased sexual interestUm, WHAT? Praytell, what box did I check that put me on this list? It's bad enough I'm no longer in the coveted 18-30 age group, but now this? Siiiiiigh. My cat lady support

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-76544677119300615192007-06-15T15:27:00.000-07:002007-06-15T15:41:20.583-07:00

Well folks, I think I found a place for the World of Beth to call home for a while, so talk about a huge, massive, enormous relief off my shoulders. Provided they don't find out about my extensive criminal record and restraining order from Philip Seymour Hoffman (note to potential landlords reading this: I'M KIDDING) I'll be calling the North Beach/Waterfront area home in just a couple weeks.The

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-91982220265438305312007-06-10T09:26:00.001-07:002007-06-10T09:59:52.222-07:00

Oh lordie. Looks like my big San Francisco news has spawned some questions from readers:Q: Look here, missy. You can't just unload and say you're moving without any warning like that. Have you been planning this thing secretly for months and just not telling your loyal readers?A: For the sake of my sanity, I wish I HAD been planning it for months, but the fact is that I just found out about this

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-43770054020482825382007-06-09T09:02:00.000-07:002007-06-10T09:26:09.274-07:00

Yes, gentle readers, it's been a MONTH. I know. I get it. I'm soooorrry.Would it help if I came to you this morning with really exciting, tremendous, life-altering news? In just a few weeks, the World of Beth will be packing up her books and typewriters and $6 Trader Joe's wine collection and headin' to San Francisco! You may now officially refer to me as the New, Improved San Francisco

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-83266111844577699632007-05-12T23:09:00.000-07:002007-05-15T23:37:53.052-07:00

Yes, a rough life, I know. First a Morrissey concert, then a day at the spa – a girl could get used to this.I was finally able to renew a gift certificate I had left over from Christmas (yeah, I know that sounds really obnoxious….), at this little spa place right near the theater where I was all gooey and sentimental over Morrissey the previous night. I decided I would get something different

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-70521995970065042362007-05-10T19:16:00.000-07:002007-05-15T22:58:26.593-07:00

If you’ve ever wondered what it might take to make 33-year-old Beth all giggly and school girlish, then all you have to do it take her to a Morrissey concert with her junior high co-hort Rena and there you’ll have it. He may be 48 and a bit gray at the temples, but he’s still got what it takes to make me giddy and weak in the knees.Against an angsty backdrop of James Dean, urging the crowd to ‘

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-74342305931775552682007-05-04T22:09:00.000-07:002007-05-15T22:14:53.716-07:00

Dear Hotel Diva,Um, hi. I’m not a diva by any standard – my people, the Danish, were brought up to believe that it’s just plain bad manners to raise a fuss about ANYTHING (including being in fire, trapped in a well, etc.), so I feel a little out of sorts by writing you in the first place. However, you’re the freakin’ HOTEL DIVA so I feel like we need to talk. I mean, look at those pictures of you

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-33748742380191253362007-04-30T21:46:00.000-07:002007-05-15T22:08:49.845-07:00

Oh Jeez.Okay, so I went to Napa and haven’t blogged about it in for-EVAH, okay? Sorry, World at Large. We ate yummy food, we stayed in an adorable yellow house, we basked in the 85 degree heat, we tried wineries that no one else has ever heard of – in short, it was a fabulous trip. I even got to shop for olive oil and schmancy cheese.This was actually my third time to Napa Valley. The first was

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-14983745686455902702007-04-23T21:27:00.000-07:002007-04-24T10:33:17.853-07:00

Dear Dixie Chicks Documentary,Having recently spent what felt like an endless number of hours watching you, could you please explain to me how it is possible that a documentary such as yourself could be so dreadfully, painfully, mind-numbingly boring? You have rednecks versus liberals! You have freedom of speech issues! You have war protesters and death threats and Rick Rubin! You even have that

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-45744109899005341422007-04-22T21:52:00.000-07:002007-04-24T09:55:48.060-07:00

I’ve always fancied myself a book geek. I love reading, I love authors, I love libraries, I love words. Hell, I even love punctuation. And yet, after going to the Seattle Friends of the Library Book Sale this weekend, I’ve discovered a new culture of “book people” who have taken book love to a Whole ‘Nother Level.For one, these folks come prepared. They plan ahead and bring giant suitcases and

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-10218456595185519192007-04-19T09:37:00.000-07:002007-04-19T09:46:38.538-07:00

A couple days ago I got hit with a weird eye infection/allergic reaction thing where my eyes basically puffed up and weeped all day, making me look like I was having a nervous breakdown all day long. But I digress. The point is, I stayed home from work and found myself watching TV off and on throughout the day.During which I saw a commercial for the new Volvo S80. The commercial features a woman

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-24810479887918216502007-04-18T07:29:00.000-07:002007-04-18T10:02:20.642-07:00

So maybe I’ve just be watching too much Miami Ink and developing way too much of a crush on Chris Nunez and Garver, but I’ve got the tattoo bug. BIG. TIME. No rash decisions yet, I’m just thinking about it and trying to psych myself up for actually taking the plunge.I’m throwing around some ideas for what I want and trying to think of where to put it on my body. Right now I’m leaning towards the

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-54384992914944740072007-04-17T08:57:00.000-07:002007-04-18T09:59:34.116-07:00

Myspace, are you intentionally trying to be difficult? Do you want me to stop and turn this Internet around and go back home? Do you, MySpace? Because I WILL.All I want is a cute little background picture, maybe some cute little extra features, to customize my, well, my space, and it’s taking me hours to figure that out. Are there no good editing/customizing programs out there? Can no one make

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-49641795826106035872007-04-16T16:40:00.000-07:002007-04-16T16:46:37.810-07:00

One of the best perks of my job is that we have an incredibly well-stocked kitchen area, complete with drinks, snacks and a breath-taking (breath-saving?) assortment of mints and gum. You would think we were professional make-out artists what with all of the Altoids we have stocked in there.But recently I’ve discovered, waaaaay in the back of the gum drawer (yes, we have a Gum Drawer and it is

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-36712647495281058562007-04-11T13:22:00.000-07:002007-04-11T13:35:02.381-07:00

Heads up, Peeps - there's been waaaay too much going on in the world of Peeps. 'Tis the season, I guess...May I share a ball gown made of Peeps, as well as highlights from this year's Peepapalooza from the Seattle Times. I think "Ameri-Peep Gothic" is my favorite.Then, not to be outdone, check out the official Peeps Website, (which truly never, ever disappoints) as well as pretty durned

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-55965853723346054532007-04-08T16:26:00.000-07:002007-04-08T16:40:20.388-07:00

Sigh. Well, I went and got some fake nails yesterday. A "full set" as they call them. Given to me by a teensy tiny Vietnamese woman who had teensy tiny little hands. I felt like I had actual gigantic paws while she was holding my hand.Anyhoo. I have mixed feelings about the nails. Look, they're tasteful. Really. They are. But still I feel a little Carmela Soprano meets Harvey Fierstein-esque. I

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-8268373609383272362007-04-07T19:08:00.000-07:002007-04-08T16:19:56.580-07:00

Dear Every Single Person At the Northgate Target This Weekend,First of all, let me be clear. This means you. Yes, you. All of you. Every single person that was there on Saturday. All of you.PUT DOWN YOUR DAMNED CELL PHONES AND JUST START SHOPPING ALREADY. SOME OF US ARE AT TARGET TO, UM, ACTUALLY SHOP AT TARGET.Thank you, that is all.Cheerio,BethP.S. Hi there, did anyone else notice they're

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-24932088567506354412007-04-03T20:02:00.000-07:002007-04-08T16:19:42.811-07:00

Or, Carrie Bradshaw, in my case, you go to Napa for a three-day weekend with your girlfriends in just under a month. Looking forward to snarfing down cheese and wine at every meal, driving along lush country roads and reading trashy magazines while mocking celebrities.God I love frequent flier miles. Thanks, Alaska Airlines, for making this trip possible!

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-25322944574884808152007-03-30T15:55:00.000-07:002007-04-08T16:02:15.813-07:00

There's a new BFF in the World of Beth, or, more specifically, the Apartment of Beth - which involves a floofy white smooshable new queen-sized pillowtop mattress from Sears.com. I LUUUURRVE it.It is ginormous and high and fluffy and delicious and it makes me feel like a princess when I am sleeping on it. I have decided to name it Matt, which allows me to carry on my fantasty of someday actually

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-63098506180612355412007-03-18T14:32:00.000-07:002007-03-18T14:53:21.210-07:00

So.....The Riches on FX. Anyone? Bueller? Anyone at all?First of all, thanks to the Alert Member of World of Beth that tipped me off to this show, and to the fact that Eddie Izzard is playing a suburban dad and that he looks actually kind of, well, manly and dad-like these days. File that in a gigantic file called "Who'd A Thunk It? (and/or Possible Signs of The Coming Apocalypse)."I've had a

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-19816351289335464412007-03-16T16:55:00.000-07:002007-03-18T14:32:23.480-07:00

Engh! Engh! Hey! Engh! (Imagine Beth squirming and jumping up and down with her arm held high like Arnold Horschack) Hey! You! HEYYYYYY!! This! American! Life! It's coming to Showtime! As a SHOW! On the TELEVISION! Ira Glass in all of his nasally-toned silver throated glory - in person, in my living room.Like my cable bill needs to be any larger...they go and throw a show like this up on a

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-9172501737537744912007-03-15T14:11:00.000-07:002007-03-18T14:19:21.564-07:00

Yes folks, it’s a blog about Lobsters, sent to me by an Alert Member of the World of Beth. It's not the hilarious, gut-busting tome one might expect from Lobsters, but the book that started the whole thing to begin with seems interesting. Did I mention that my former office had a pet lobster that went to trade shows with us? Yeah, I guess that's something best shared with a very limited number

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-67723140802412452352007-03-14T22:04:00.000-07:002007-03-18T14:11:03.522-07:00

I am feeling waaaay smug this evening because, for the first time in 33 years, I actually completed and filed my taxes All. By. Myself.The fact that I normally go to H&R Block and pay someone upwards of $100 to file my EZ form for me has finally shamed me into behaving like a big girl and taking care of my very simple taxes. I tell you, for those of us single, dependent-free folks without

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-30737995514087964802007-03-08T09:09:00.000-08:002007-03-08T09:14:06.019-08:00

Oh yes, Loyal Readers, you can be assured I am ALL OVER this story.May I just call out this sentence summarizing Niu Niu's woes? "Niu Niu's spirits have lifted, the wound has healed and her appetite has basically recovered. But without her left paw, her loss of balance has directly affected her love life," the paper said.I just don't know what to say about that. I feel like Chandler in the

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-74825680735365995402007-03-06T13:56:00.000-08:002007-03-06T14:00:21.642-08:00

As a tried and true book snob, I truly never thought I’d find myself raving about the book section of my local Target, but DAMN Tar-Jay has stepped it up a notch in the literary selection department. Sure they’re still heavy on the trashy airport-sized paperbacks, but one really can’t complain about fiction options in the same place that you buy cat litter, can you?This weekend I picked up “Love

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-55993904853445101232007-03-05T13:32:00.000-08:002007-03-06T13:34:26.190-08:00

Houseguests in the World of Beth are always especially nice treats, and when your guest has known you for (ahem) almost 28 years, it’s even better. Yes, Jenny and I met on the first day of kindergarten and we are STILL friends….proof that once you make nice with the World of Beth there is truly no possible escape plan, EVER.A fabulous but all-too-short trip was had by all – featuring drunk

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-31654523838384105072007-03-03T13:29:00.000-08:002007-03-06T13:32:33.194-08:00

As I’ve written about previously, 2007’s resolutions were all about making smaller, bite-size goals that I could (get this) actually accomplish.So far it’s shaping up to be the Year of Drinking More Tea. I may not be able to train for a marathon or enact world peace, but I’m pretty confident I can boil water and drink some tea when put to the test. Receiving this adorable teapot for my birthday

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-1091156067349834772007-02-26T20:21:00.000-08:002007-02-26T20:34:12.364-08:00

I swear Saturday morning I was FINE. Totally FINE. And then it hit me like a truckload of bricks. Really angry bricks. And then the sweating started. And then the freezing started. And then I wanted to sleep for four weeks. And then I realized I had the freakin' flu. I was totally incapacitated by 6:30 that night.I went online to see what I should take for this and how long I was going to be out

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-84919363081618993622007-02-23T17:27:00.000-08:002007-02-26T20:21:15.968-08:00

God, I love unexpected gifts!Can I just discuss the surprise birthday/Valentine's Day care package I recently got from an old junior high amiga? Was it the Valentine's Day-themed Peeps that made it so awesome? No. The yummy smelling spa goodies? Eh. Oh don't get me wrong - it was all good...all of it.But it was the bag of orange plastic-y "circus peanuts" that made my whole day because the

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-71659665042244105222007-02-22T17:22:00.000-08:002007-02-22T17:24:18.267-08:00

I love that someone notified me today about a recently-discovered 1,000-pound giant squid by saying:"You know I can't resist sending you stories about giant creatures of the deep."And YOU know I can't resist reading about them. Seriously. I still can't stop looking at that thing, no matter how much it freaks me out.Thanks, alert World of Beth reader!

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-36717846187696237542007-02-12T15:16:00.000-08:002007-02-12T15:27:46.954-08:00

It’s heading up on Valentine’s Day this week, or as we in the World of Beth refer to it, I’mAOkayByMyselfTine’s Day. See, it’s not about being bitter and angry and angsty about couples and soul mates and people who have someone to spoon with as they fall asleep at night (hi, there are 364 other days for that). It’s more about being….a-okay with yourself and your single guy/gal life for at least

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-74644732899188631722007-02-11T20:51:00.000-08:002007-02-11T21:18:26.234-08:00

Tonight "Extreme Makeover Home Edition" took the "Extreme" part way, way, WAY too seriously. Can I just offer a summary from this week's 2-part episode?A Marine needs a new home. (Really, this should be enough, but wait...)This Marine saved the lives of two police officers on 9/11. (but wait, there's more)After saving the lives of these two cops, the Marine just disappeared, and they were unable

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-36019817152672527232007-02-07T14:08:00.000-08:002007-02-07T14:16:43.121-08:00

As the story I read this morning states, "Archaeologists in Italy have discovered a couple buried 5,000 to 6,000 years ago, hugging each other." My first reaction was "AWWWWWWW. That's adorable."But now, later in the day, I've had time to think (and let the bitterness sink in) and now I'm realizing that apparently EVEN SKELETONS HAVE SOUL MATES AND I DON'T HAVE A SOUL MATE. t's time to check out

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-9460667328185379442007-02-03T10:54:00.000-08:002007-02-07T12:50:14.637-08:00

So I'm 33 as of yesterday, making me officially "thirtysomething." This makes me think about that awful show from the 80's with the same name. Are we really as old as they seemed on that show? With my rickety self-assembled Ikea furniture it just doesn't seem like I'm able to put myself in the same category as Hope and Michael. They seemed so...adult. She wore pearls for frick's sake. Ironically

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-88227075123743541552007-01-31T20:35:00.000-08:002007-02-02T14:52:26.779-08:00

One of my new year's resolutions was to focus more on pampering and treating my body right, and that seems to be translating to several (not cheap) trips to Sephora and my new favorite spa. So far all I've found out is that pampering is completely, 100 percent addictive and that it's also freakin' expensive, two things that really shouldn't hand in hand if you're a cheapskate like me.Recently I

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-33050344730492084522007-01-29T16:56:00.000-08:002007-02-02T14:53:03.458-08:00

Yeah, I know it's not a big secret, but I forgot just how cool PostSecret is sometimes.Don't forget they have books to check out too....

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-83258923073886470682007-01-28T22:10:00.000-08:002007-02-02T14:24:22.265-08:00

Interesting find on the Sundance Channel this weekend - looks like Jay Bakker, son of Jim and Tammy Faye, has his own show about his alterna-church Revolution. I'm not a card carrying member, but I like his approach and the idea behind Revolution: "To show all people the unconditional love and grace of

Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03112344793801416919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113593.post-76333283463615914552007-01-25T22:56:00.000-08:002007-01-27T11:12:50.477-08:00

So there I was, flipping through the latest issue of Allure, when I saw this weird ad from Kleenex that featured four very stoic/dead-inside looking people, covered by flaps of paper that opened, revealing alternative pictures of these people as crazed, psychotic, emotional, teary freakshows.They've come out with this new campaign all around "Let It Out," - which encourages people to stop

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