Yes, believe it or not, I enjoy doing pageants. For many of you who don't know, I spent my childhood and early twenties doing pageants. I even did the South Carolina Miss USA pageant. I won a couple of local titles (including the famed Newberry Prevention Fire Queen LOL) beforehand, but sadly didn't place. I'll never forget -- the girl who won was backstage before judging in tears that she didn't do well...and then she went on to win. Crazy, right?
The problem is, now that I'm older, I don't have much of a svelte body to put into a dress (not without some precious Spanx), and I only have about a month now to really prepare, as I have been busy with wedding stuff.
I do have some modest goals -- mainly to lose at least 5-10 pounds, participate in the Color Run in November...so hopefully I can do some quick training so that I can be in at least slightly better shape!
I also need to take some new photos... Pretty much the only reason why I'm doing it is to prove to myself that I've still "got it". This pageant also offers great prizes as well.
So, here are the details - if you'd like to sponsor me with an ad or donation, reply in my comment box!
Pageant: Miss U.S. of America
Charity: St. Jude Children's Research Hospital
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Tuesday, April 27, 2010
My Online Lobotomy
Most folks close to me know I have a terrible memory. It was a source of constant frustration for my now ex-boyfriend. It always bothers me that my Mom can remember the most random and detailed of events that I can barely visualize.
Enter the diary. I've kept one since I could hold a pencil in my hand and started writing in a blog online somewhere around 2002 (and yes, I can't exactly remember the date :) ). The web log was just getting off the ground and sites like Livejournal and Blogspot weren't the blogging behemoths that they are now. The creator of the site was a guy in my age bracket out of Austin, Texas who wanted to leave his online footprint.
Well, now that man has moved on to bigger and better things. I'm LinkedIn with him, but he recently told me that he no longer knows the status of the site. He assured me that the site "always" comes back up, but how does he know? He couldn't even tell me who manages it now. Unfortunately, this means that when something wonky happens, the everyday user has no one to go to.
So for the past three days I've been unable to access the past eight years of my life. In that eight years I've gained and lost three boyfriends, did more than 1,000 hours of community service with AmeriCorps and had several jobs.
That's a lot of life lost.
And most of it is just in snapshots...little snippets that have faded with the passing of time and my super-crappy memory. So what do I do? I nearly cried when I thought of the data loss. Many years from now, I won't be able to share with future generations the stories of my youth...my twenties primarily. I may attempt to write down everything I remember now and keep it in several places. But it certainly won't replace the random blog entries. The stupid, pointless crushes...the random job/family/friend gripes.
What would you do?
Enter the diary. I've kept one since I could hold a pencil in my hand and started writing in a blog online somewhere around 2002 (and yes, I can't exactly remember the date :) ). The web log was just getting off the ground and sites like Livejournal and Blogspot weren't the blogging behemoths that they are now. The creator of the site was a guy in my age bracket out of Austin, Texas who wanted to leave his online footprint.
Well, now that man has moved on to bigger and better things. I'm LinkedIn with him, but he recently told me that he no longer knows the status of the site. He assured me that the site "always" comes back up, but how does he know? He couldn't even tell me who manages it now. Unfortunately, this means that when something wonky happens, the everyday user has no one to go to.
So for the past three days I've been unable to access the past eight years of my life. In that eight years I've gained and lost three boyfriends, did more than 1,000 hours of community service with AmeriCorps and had several jobs.
That's a lot of life lost.
And most of it is just in snapshots...little snippets that have faded with the passing of time and my super-crappy memory. So what do I do? I nearly cried when I thought of the data loss. Many years from now, I won't be able to share with future generations the stories of my youth...my twenties primarily. I may attempt to write down everything I remember now and keep it in several places. But it certainly won't replace the random blog entries. The stupid, pointless crushes...the random job/family/friend gripes.
What would you do?
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