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Label Shopper

The hubs shook his head when I told him I wanted a pair of Uggs for my birthday. He was diligent and went and even checked them out. I wanted the sweater kind, and he located them in the one store that carries them (Dick's Sporting Goods--can you believe it?). He wasn't sure that I really wanted them, because they seemed flimsy and impractical for our snowy winters here. He got me a gift card so I could get what I wanted, even though he didn't understand it. I ran to the store as soon as I could and purchased them. They were unbelievably on sale, and I ended up getting them for more than 40% off the retail price. All proud of the savings, I showed the hubs the boots. He just shook his head and said, "They just seem pricy." Normally, I am not a big label shopper. There are some brands I like, and some that I consider luxuries. Ironically, the hubs prefers certain brands (like Brooks Brothers and J. Crew), but he buys so much less stuff than I do that he can justi

By the Numbers

Age I turn today: 38 Height: 5'3" Weight: Enough Number of children: 2 Years of marriage: 12.25 Years in practice as a PT: 13.5 Number of cats: 2 Cups of coffee/day: 2 Days of the year that I eat chocolate: 325 Number of blog posts: 112 Number of Page Views on Biel Blather: 10,005 Number of copies of Good Intentions sold: 145 Number of brick and mortar bookstores that carry Good Intentions: 3 Number of 'Likes' on my Facebook author page: 126 Average review on Amazon: 4.6 Months until my second novel debuts: about 2 (yikes!) Number of words in my current work: 52,007 Number of times I was up during the night thinking about this post: 3 Amount that I am grateful for my family, friends and the love in my life: Infinity

The Cinderella Myth, Part Two

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A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away ... oh, wait, wrong tale. Yesterday, I blogged about the whole Cinderella thing being a myth, and how we, as women, can never magically transform into the beautiful princess without a lot of hard work. And perhaps a Pinterest mishap or two. This is more about why I have a problem with the idea of princesses, especially in terms of my young daughter. When I was young and idealistic, I had the notion that I would not inundate my daughter with princess stuff. When my son was born, I was happy that I would not have to tell people, "No, we don't do princess stuff." The Disney princess machine was huge at this point, and I was happy with our Thomas the Train, and not having to ban princesses. Then I had a daughter. And, by the age of two, she was naturally gravitating towards anything and everything princess. Why, you might ask, would I have a problem with princesses? There are two main things. Actually three. Three main th

The Cinderella Myth

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From the time I was a little girl, I heard the stories about princesses. While I liked them, I didn't buy into them a whole lot. Somehow, they all seemed too good to be true. But nonetheless, I was fascinated by the fancy dresses, and wanted nothing more than to attend that fancy ball. Somehow, that fancy ball never really came along, and I realized that life doesn't happen the way it does in the stories. Now that I'm (sort of) grown up, I can tell my daughter will all certainty that these princess tales are a load of hooey. Here's how I know. This past weekend, the hubs and I got all gussied up and went to a formal event. And there was sure-as-heck no Fairy Godmother bippidi-boppidi-booing in and making me look my best. Oh, no. There was work that went into it. Lots of work. The dress was easy. After combing e-bay, my friend and I went to a local consignment shop. This shop gets dresses from a bridal shop, so there are a lot of new dresses that were floor models.

It's Beginning to Look a Little Like Christmas

Holy crap! It's December 1st. How did that happen? Every year, at different points in the year, I have a dream that it is the week before Christmas or even Christmas Eve, and I haven't decorated or gotten presents for someone (like my parents) or something of the like. I wake up in a panic, only to realize that it is only May. Except now, it really is December. I know that Thanksgiving is always the fourth Thursday in November, but it seemed late to me this year. Here it is December 1st, and I'm still gorging on turkey and stuffing (and trying not to think that my pants may not fit on Monday morning). I host Thanksgiving dinner, so for the past week or two, I have been tunnel-vision focused on that. I did start some shopping last week, but really only because there were some sales and coupons that would expire before Thanksgiving. I have a "No Christmas until after Thanksgiving policy" for the most part. I was also doggedly determined to finish (or "w