back to the nest

Good news!  The about section now actually says something ABOUT the site.  Fun times!

My sister just added a few new pieces to her jewelry shop on Etsy!

Two new versions of Tricia (Lachowiec) Harding’s famous swirl flower pendant are now available, each featuring a pink tourmaline in the center.  Both are silver of course, but you have the option of purchasing either the light or oxidized style (or both!).

©Tricia Harding

©Tricia Harding

These and all of Tricia’s handmade pieces are simple and unique at the same time.  Shop on Etsy here. Christmas will be here before you know it, kids.  Just saying.

You’ll never believe what happened in Newtown yesterday afternoon.

Less than two blocks from both my work and my home, a lost deer charged through the front window of David Witchell, the salon where my mom gets her hair done.  Seeing is believing.  Click on the photo below to see the video from cbs3 Philly:

Or, read the article here.

First I’d like to clarify something:  I obviously had no intention running down Beaver Avenue on Sunday while donning my birthday suit.  If I had even the slightest interest in being naked in front of complete strangers, I’d go to Delilah’s and turn it into a moneymaker.  Making preposterous statements of exaggeration is something I often to do to vividly illustrate my thoughts on any number of subjects.

Aside from the shame of Penn State’s epic fail on Saturday, it turned out to be a decent weekend, even though I wussed out on going to the game and only lasted a few hours tailgating in the torrential downpour in lieu of dinner at Champs and parking my happy ass on Noah’s couch with 2 blankets and a glass of wine.  Quite the run-on sentence just there,  but I’m keeping it.  Anyway, it was nice to be back in State College for the sole purpose of having fun.  Though the rainy tailgating was far from my idea of a good time,  I did come to the realization that a combination of beer and vodka consumed from a hollowed out watermelon is both brilliant and surprisingly delicious.

Gerald and I in our sexy ponchos before tailgating.

Tomorrow, Penn State avenges last year’s loss to Iowa that cost us the National Title  (by 1 point! With seconds left! To Iowa!)  If you’ve never been to Beaver Stadium for an 8 o’clock  whiteout, I can guarantee with nearly 100% certainty that you’re never seen anything like it before.   It’s unreal.  110,000 screaming fans, ALL wearing white.  When it’s a night game, the lights reflect on all the white shirts and Beaver Stadium just glows.  If Iowa wins, I will streak naked down Beaver Ave. Sunday at 10am in broad daylight.  Because there’s no way they will.  Who else will be there??

photo credit: PSUSports.com

Am I allowed to  skip the standard explanatory inaugural post and just pretend I’ve been doing this forever?  This is too much work.

I’ve generally always considered blogging to be one of the purest forms of ego centrism, encouraging overtly narcissistic behavior and employed only by the most self-loving individuals who could give Tyra Banks a run for her money.   From the always reliable Urban Dictionary:

But I want to do this anyway.  It looks fun.  Everyone else has a blog, and I got jealous, so this is it.  A little narcissism is good for the soul.  I read that somewhere.  Or made it up.

The concept is still a work in-progress.  Since the About page consists of zero content other than a picture of a t-shirt that says “I Still Live With My Parents,” here’s a very brief background:  I still haven’t figured out what to do with my life. I recently moved back home to find some direction.  These are the adventures of a 25-year-old adjusting to moving back in with her parents.  I know for a fact I’m not the only one.

This move is temporary.  I have to find a way to hold myself accountable for life changes somehow, so you’re looking at it.   But mostly I’m just really really jealous of other peoples’ blogs, so this is my excuse for starting one.  And for learning how to start a website, which is really hard.  Don’t even get me started on html…

I’m hungry.  So “The End.”  For now