Week in review.

So yeah, kind of a crazy week here in Kansas.  My husband started a new job, i think I may have mentioned that.  But that's about all you will ever hear about it, despite the fact that I am sure there are many, many interesting things about his job that may be entertaining enough to post about, because I will not be doing so.  On Tuesday, after spending the day in orientation filling out benefits forms and watching sexual harassment videos, he came home and said, "I just want you to know that I signed a piece of paper today that says that I understand that if I were to BLOG about my JOB or my COMPANY, or if anyone else in my IMMEDIATE FAMILY were to BLOG about my JOB or my COMPANY in ANY WAY, POSITIVE OR NEGATIVE, I will be FIRED.  The end.  There is no gray area. It's like the drug test - avoid the poppy seed muffins, its not a valid excuse. Kapisch?"

Alright already. I get it. Moving on.

Last night I went to the Kansas City Ad Club's AdWars event.  Basically a giant trivia game, with teams and random advertising trivia questions.  It's technically a fundraiser, but most people were there for the free beer and maybe a little bit of advertising competitiveness.  Anyway, I had volunteered to be auctioned off as an expert (HA!) to the highest bidding team.  Now, generally I am not a competitive person, especially where sports are concerned.  But I seem to have this large space in my brain dedicated to random, mostly useless facts and trivia, and I tend to be pretty good at games like Trivial Pursuit and Jeopardy.  So at this game, I get competitive.  Husband gets all geeked out at wireless telecom things, I geek out over pop culture trivia.

We didn't win.  We did come in second though.  I can live with that.  Until next year anyway.

So anyway, I had been kind of getting myself worked up about this little event all week, searching for a cute outfit so as not to look like the complete dork that I am when standing up front of the podium waiting for some team to bid on me.  Although I sort of set my self up for it, when I realized that the guy who'd asked me for some sort of bio had actually run with the part where I referred to myself as a "Pop Culture Whore", whereas the only other woman to be auctioned off used the much classier, "Pop Culture junkie."  (Although she didn't show up.)  Nothing like starting off an evening being referred to over a microphone with the word WHORE by John January. Sweet.

"Jenny here folks - do I here $50 for Jenny?  Anyone?  50 dollars, right here, for your local blogger (HA again) and advertising expert to help your team win.  Anyone?" 

Horrifying.   And yet, I'll probably do it again next year.  They get me with the free beer.  Clearly, I really am a whore.

I did find a cute outfit.  And shoes.  These shoes, to be exact.
Y'all, that is at least a 3 inch heel.  I carried them around with me all day in the car, but while wearing other, more sensible sandals, because I really wasn't quite sure I could be All That enough to get away with wearing those shoes.  I am 36, not 26.  So, as I pulled into the parking lot, I had chickened out and decided not to wear them.  And as I stepped out of my car the strap on my left sandal completely disintegrated and broke off.  Okaaay, 3inch heels it is.  WORK IT, WOMAN.  So I did.

Also, I realized when I looked up the picture on the Old Navy website, that I had tied them backwards.  Awesome.

Anyway, today is Friday.  It is Field Day for Drew at his school.  I didn't tell him how much I hated Field Day as a kid, because I've learned recently they don't give ribbons anymore, its all about self-esteem and everybody wins just for participating.  I can't decide if that's good or bad, given how much the physical competitions of my youth scarred me, versus the running amok of Helicopter Parenting in the current society.  Can't we figure out something in the middle, folks?

Oh, whatever.  Let's go back to shoes, shall we?  Although, I could kind of get behind having my vagina revoked, personally.  Am done with it.  Is stretchy and sad, anyway. 

PS - If you've been wondering where the hell I've been all week, since tumbleweeds have been blowing through this blog, I've been on twitter.  Am a little bit addicted to twitter.  Micro-details of my life available there.

PPS - Rita! She totally rocks! She edited a book!  Go get one!