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Once upon a time in college, I went to Virginia Tech to visit a friend and ended up at a swing dance. I was very excited that I could step-step-rockstep and was ready to swing around any dance floor available.

Fast-forward about 7 years.

In the summer of 2010, my mom was visiting in MD and saw an ad for a swing dance in my area.  I decided to brave it and go by myself, and discovered that my limited repertoire was not going to go very far.

Another 18 months later, I’m totally hooked.  I’ve been dancing almost every Friday since late September and finally signed up for lessons.

I even danced in my first jack & jill competition at last Friday’s dance.

And I’ve watched this video of Frida Segerdahl about a gazillion times.

I want to dance like Frida when I grow up.  Or at least have that much fun until then!


Let’s eat Grandma! In which we learn why punctuation is important and how can serve more than one purpose.

Hello, dear reader.

Oh, no!  You didn’t think “dear reader” was my signature, did you?  

Good.  One point for you, dear reader.  

Today I had a customer phone in an order for a personalized frame.  At the top it was to read, “Happy Birthday”.  And in the interest of protecting the customer’s right to punctuate as she pleases, her words will be completely unedited.

Me:  And what would you like the bottom to say?

Customer:  i love you daddy

Me:  Do you want all first letters capitalized?  Or just the “i” and the “d”?

Customer: all first letters i guess

Most Wonderful Shop Girl In the World: And would you like a comma after “you”?

Grammatically Ignorant Customer: no because then she would be signing it and its not from daddy

Me:  Oookay.  OR you could be addressing the person to whom you’re speaking.  It’s called an appositive.  It renames the pronoun you just used with a slightly clearer proper noun.  Any other punctuation?  Do you want an exclamation point after “Happy Birthday”?

Customer:  no i think thats good

Me: It’s a good thing you can’t see me roll my eyes at you through the phone.

Customer #2

Me: Okay, so on the paperweight you want, “I carry your heart in my heart    Mom”?  Do you want a period at the end of that sentence? Say yes. The correct answer is, “yes”!

Customer:  No. But can I add “love” here?

Most Wonderful Shop Girl In the World:  Sure.  Do you want a comma between “love” and “Mom”?

Customer: Should I have one there?

Most Wonderful Shop Girl In the World:  Grammatically, yes, unless you want it to be a command–Love Mom!–in which case I would suggest an exclamation point.

Customer: Let’s put a comma here.

Me: Okay, sounds great!  If that’s really what you want to do.  Personally, if I was buying a gooshy paperweight for my grown son to put on his desk at the office, I would go with the command form.

And just for fun (if you’re still reading and also think being grammatically correct is fun), here’s an old story…

Customer #1:  Should it be “Directors’ Award,” “Director’s Award,” or “Directors Award”?

Boss Lady: Umm.

Customer #2: I think there should definitely be an apostrophe.

Customer #1:  But which spot? (to Boss Lady) What do you think?

Boss Lady:  Hey, Most Wonderful Shop Girl In the World, you taught English. Aw, man, there’s another of those pesky appositives.

Me:  Well, is it one director or a group of directors giving the award?

Customer #1: One.

Me:  Is it an award that belongs to him or is he, as the director, responsible for awarding it?

Customer: I guess it’s his award.

Me: Okay, so you want an apostrophe before the “s.”

Customer:  But what if you’re wrong?

Me:  Well, none of the three of you could figure it out, so your odds are good nobody will even notice.

In other news, I’m trying to improve my posture.

For real.

Stop laughing at me.

Jefferson’s Rock


Oh vacation, how I miss thee.  This was a day trip last summer, which is the closest I’ve been to a real vacation recently.  There’s always next year. . .or the off season.

Let’s take a ride in an automobile!

Day 53- a picture of you in a car

How did I miss the halfway mark?

I was going to have a big party or something.

And here I am, day 52, wondering where all my “I’m halfway there!” excitement went.

Not my favorite picture, but I already used the good dressed-up pictures.

So yay for more than halfway, and double yay for Christmas pictures in July!

A three-fer

A picture of you with your best friends; a picture of your favorite place in the world; and a picture of you wearing sunglasses.

First and oldest, here is a picture from many moons ago, when my best friends from high school got married:

I love this picture.  If only Andre were looking at the camera! And happier!

Steph and Tuan were my best friends in high school.  Kevin was also a great friend (and huuuge crush).  Andre proposed to me on a weekly basis.  Luckily for him, I crushed him every time, leaving him free to marry the lovely lady next to him in this picture!

Next up, favorite place.  This was a tough one.  I was scanning through pictures, and came across this one, which I at first selected because my favorite place is pretty much where-ever the people I love are. (cue cheesy awwwww)

Then I realized that this is better than I thought, because I do love being in the kitchen.  It’s where everybody gathers to chat.  It’s where I can cook (duh), and it’s where I can feed the people I love.   Because nothing says love like good home-cooked food.

And finally, me in shades.  And a rockin’ hat.

Meatloaf cupcakes

Just like peanut butter and jelly, right?

Okay, fine.  Meatloaf muffins, then.

Or just call them tasty.

Fine, fine, it’s not the prettiest food either.  Just try it!

I started with some basics:

1/2 cup quick oats

1 egg

2/3 cup milk

1 handful red onion, chopped

Mix it up!

I don’t have freaky arms, I’m just too lazy busy eating meatloaf to rotate the photos.  Maybe later.

Anyways, please meat your main ingredient.  One pound.

Add a little cheese (one handful. . .maybe about a cup) and some chopped bacon (3 strips) and some splashes of woosta-sheer sauce (that’s phonetic spelling for ya).

Smoosh it all together, then plop it into the muffin pan.  You can tell I sprayed it with a little Pam to ease removal later.

And of course, you can’t forget the sauce.  We never had sauce on our meatloaf growing up.  Just ketchup.  This one is my new favorite:

2/3 cup ketchup

1/2 cup light brown sugar

1 1/2 tsp dry mustard

about a tbsp of your favorite bbq sauce

Whisk it til your skirt flies up, as p-dub would say.

Spoon a dollop onto each little muffin, pop them in the oven (350), and drool for about 30 minutes.

And do me a favor, please.  Pretend there’s a dollop of mashed potatoes in that first picture.  Because that’s all these were missing!