I feel like I should blog something:
Seriously folks, that’s all I got. But, so you won’t feel as though you’ve clicked on this page in vain, here’s a cute cat picture:
I hate to disappoint you, but the title of this blog is exactly as it seems.
You see, dear reader, my 31st birthday is coming up in (oh, I don’t know…)11 days. 11 DAYS! And I know (hope/assume/wish/like to think) that you’re just wasting away wracking your brain trying to think of the perfect gift. Well, mes amies, I’ve taken the guesswork out of it for you! I made an amazon.com wish list for you to peruse at your leisure. And there are essentially only 2 items on that list: books and movies. I didn’t say there was only one of each item…
So, to help you navigate the wish list, here’s an order of the most coveted items (again, I know you’re relieved to know what to get me now) from most wanted to slightly-less-wanted and divided by category. FYI: I tend to prefer hardback books but still love paperback (I don’t own [nor do I wish to own] a Kindle or Nook or any other electronic reading device), and I am in no way, shape, or form opposed to pre-owned items.
Without further ado, I give you The Wish List:
Was that too subtle?
In an attempt to showcase more of my writing – let’s face it, my adoring fans just can’t get enough (thank you, thank you, thank you!) – my awesome hubby has helped me make a few changes to the website. If you look at the top of the page, you’ll notice there are two more tabs available to click on: short stories and published works. Though I assume they’re both self explanitory, I figure (just in case) I should inform you what these two new categories are all about.
Here you’ll find a random selection of short stories I’ve written sometime between college and now. As I have time to edit and tweak them I’ll post more. Categories within this group will eventually include fiction, non-fiction, and children’s stories…and maybe more, but that’s all I can think of for now. Please feel free to leave comments, questions, critiques, and praise. I can’t improve any of them if you don’t help me see what’s wrong!
Though I should think it quite obvious, this page contains works of mine that have already been published (you’ll find copyright information and links [where applicable] at the bottom of each post). For the time being, the only categories are articles and poetry. Obviously I hope to expand that to short stories, children’s books, and the greatest novel ever written…in which case I’ll also include a link for you to buy it. The date of each posting corresponds with the publishing date of the um, publication…cause redundancy is awesome. Comment if you want on these posts, but the damage has already been done and there’s no use making changes now.
There you have it, the new changes to moreforLeslie.com. I hope you take the time to read some of the new posts, and I hope you like them. And, in order to prevent myself from getting any mushier, I think I’ll just stop typing now.
ps – you guys are awesome.
Hi, my name is Leslie and I have a problem.
Recently, I was looking through my pictures because I needed a headshot that showed I was a responsible, honest, friendly, easy-to-work-with adult and I discovered something alarming. That picture doesn’t exist. I looked through every photo on my computer. I even went to my facebook page and looked through every picture I’ve been tagged in since 2008 (any earlier than that and I look like a teenager)…nothing. If I do happen to look like a responsible, honest, friendly, easy-to-work-with adult then I’m definitely not the only RHFEtWWA in the shot. I’m gonna have to crop people out. While that is, at most, a minor inconveniece, the more troubling issue here is that when a camera is pointed in my general direction, I almost always make this face:
Or this face:
Or this face:
Clearly there’s something wrong with me.
OH! And if it’s not one of the above faces, then I’m dressed like this:
Apparently, there’s no hope of me having a professional headshot that makes me look anything like a goober or a soap opera actress (because my current headshot is amazing [thanks Melissa Ragan Photography!] even though I’m making this face):
This Independence Day, our little crew decided to get together to celebrate. As usual, we knew we wanted to meet on the 4th, but the “when, where, what and how” of it, of course, wasn’t figured out until sometime that afternoon. The end result was perfect. Everyone brought something to the table. But I have to say, my favorite addition was the culinary talent of Roberta, whom I will now forever think of as The Hot Dog Queen.
Roberta works at a little joint called Dirty Dogz. Housed inside a renovated old red boxcar, Dirty Dogz is “a different way of doing gourmet”…and it’s sheer genius.
When we decided that our July 4th party was basically going to be pot luck at our house, we thought we’d get some good ole hot dogs…but Roberta brought in toppings and some know how from Dogz. I knew we were in for a treat when she said the menu included stuffed jalapeno, BLT, Chicago and frito pie dogs. And then she asked if I had a griddle she could use. The result was the best hot dog I’ve ever had in my life.
Each bun was slathered in butter and toasted, the grilled dogs were then slit down the middle so your toppings didn’t just “top” the dog, they were inside. I created my own (cause I’m difficult like that), a variation on Dirty Dogz’ BLT, with bacon, cream cheese and avocado. And then I had another…this time with fritos on top.
Dirty Dogz has officially revolutionized the way I think of hot dogs. I’ll never go back to a plain ketchup and mustard dog again.
Tech Savvy. Well, if you’ve known me for any amount of time at all, you know those are two words you never use to describe me. Why else do you think I married a techy guru? (other than the fact that he is in every way completely amazing?)
I’ve always resisted advancements in technology. I don’t like change, never have. I probably would have protested the wheel if I’d been there. My cell phone is not a smart phone. It does the 3 things I need it to do: make/receive phone calls, send/receive text messages, and wake me up in the morning. It’s the best phone ever. I love it. You can even read more about it in my post let’s twist again. But my dear sweet Nokia Twist is starting to show signs of old age. It’s spazzing out just a little more often. It’s making a squeaking noise every time I open it. I’m just not sure how much time she’s got left.
Enter the iPod Touch. Trey bought one a couple months ago as a tool to use in helping build a mobile website (he needed to make sure the site worked equally well for Androids as well as iPhones). Once the site was finished, he wiped it clean and gave it to me to mess with. I never saw the convenience of a smartphone (or similar device). All I knew was that Trey’s buzzed constantly with texts and emails and notifications (oh my!) and I didn’t want all that hassel. All that interuption. All that contact.
Little by little, it’s winning me over. The first time I realized I could clear all my facebook notifications and check my email with the touch of a button and without getting trapped in front of the computer for hours, I was hooked. And I must say, I went a little crazy. I downloaded apps – Words with Friends, Hangin with Friends, Angry Birds, Fruit Ninja, a bajillion books, myfitnesspal.com (which I’ll be blogging about in the near future)…and a whole slew of other stuff. And then, in what can only be described as some sort of fit, I got a Twitter account.
That’s right – it’s the news you’ve all been waiting for: you can now follow moreforLeslie on Twitter. Follow me :)
“It’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring. He went to bed and bumped his head and couldn’t get up in the morning.”
Either he got totally wasted last night or he has a severe concussion…either way, I’m pretty sure that’s not a message we should be sending to our children.
I’ve always loved old cars. They have more charisma than new ones, ya know? An old pony car hot-rod has hips and curves like you’d never find on a modern sports car. A 1942 Ford Pickup Truck is my absolute dream car. I’m drooling a little just thinking about it. Ask my husband, if we pass one on the street, I tend to flirt with them.
How you doin?
Old cars truly were things of beauty on the outside (even if the insides were angular and uncomfortable). With their shining chrome-plated-everything and their ahOOOga horns and their hood ornaments boldly leading the charge.
Once an elite status symbol, the hood ornament has been traded out for aerodynamics. Back in the day, your car’s hood ornament said a lot about you as a person. A Jaguar’s hood ornament says you’re a fierce go-getter. The Mercedes says you’re sleek and smooth. Even the ole Oldsmobile hood ornament said you were a bit square. But no hood ornament spoke quite as loudly as the Spirit of Ecstacy (that’s really her name) hood ornament of the incomparable Rolls-Royce.
Leaning in anticipation towards the future, letting the wind whip through her chrome-plated hair, the Spirit of Ecstacy was just that. She boldly declared that you were the richest, most important…most free driver on the long and winding road. She flirtatiously winks at every other driver she passes and says “hey there handsome, goin my way?”
Heck yes you are.
When’s the last time you spoke to an octagenarian? They know more words than you do. Really. This doesn’t mean they could squash your SAT Vocab score, it means that some words that were part of everyday language 60, 70, 80 years ago just aren’t around anymore. They’re lost language. Forgotten phrases. Vanished verbage.
When’s the last time you got scolded for dilly-dallying? Lollygagging? Have you eaten anything recently that had a more-ish taste? Do you do anything willy-nilly? When’s the last time something gave you the heebie-jeebies? Why don’t we call men dapper anymore (well, I still call Trey dapper)? Are you nifty? Spiffy? Or are you a rag-a-muffin? Are you a fuddy-duddy? Have you ever found something to be cattywampus or wonky? The last time you drank too much hooch, were you ossified or spifflicated? Have you every said “that’s swell” or been to a swanky joint? Are you highfalutin? Cause I am.
It makes me sad that some of these words and phrases that my grandmother uses on a regular basis will be all but erased from society before my children and grandchildren can learn them.
What’s your favorite grandma-ism? Mine’s got some whoppers.
I write for the simple love of writing. The joy of telling a story to an audience. To get stuff out of my system. And also, because I think I’m pretty good at it. If you disagree, well, I’m okay not ever knowing that.
Recently, a dear friend of mine guest wrote a blog. I didn’t know such things were done. Upon reading all the comments to her hilarious blog post, I realized that this blog had FAR more readers than my measley blog…and they’re crazy devoted. While I love all of my devoted readers (that’d be you, dears), I’m pretty sure I know all of you personally.
This begs the question: how does one turn her blog into something total strangers stumble upon and fall in love with?
SO! In light of this new puzzle that’s plaguing my noggin, I’m giving you some homework: share the link to my blog (www.moreforleslie.com) with a friend (or twenty) who (preferably) I’ve never met (pretty please with a cherry on top). And in return, I promise to post much more often.