Doppelgangers, Margaritas and Lovehandles

So I am having a doppelganger dilemma this week. Molly Neeley says Emily Blunt, but Anjana Rajan says Jessica Biel. I don't necessarily agree with either, but I have posted these comparisons so that you the people can decide. I encourage you to cast your vote, whether on here or on facebook. I must have this settled once and for all. So,

Emily Blunt or Jessica Biel

Don't let your voice go unheard!

Well now that that's over with I'm going to debrief you on my week before I divulge into my letters. I'm exhausted- I started every day at 6 and couldn't stop until 10, which leaves me feeling a little overloaded, stressed and a little "half glass empty." I tried very hard to keep this week's letters as positive as possible, but if a couple of seem a bit, erm, frustrated, I'm sorry. These letters are from the week of Feb. 15-20

Dear MC Hammer- Your response to the Gamma arm pose "Ah naw man that's way too soft"- that's what she said.

Dear Newly Engaged- Love you guys, but you always trump whatever cool status I think I've got going on. None the less, Congratulations.

Dear Foot steps I heard while home by myself- I was soooooo close to pulling out my cello end pin to use as a weapon- I'm glad that you turned out to be my sister.

Dear Quads- Although your appearance is a little more muscular than I'm used to, you are making it a lot easier to walk around with my cello, and for that I am grateful

Dear Ultimate Rita at Louie's Bar and Grille- I have begun the process of working you into my budget, and I'm trying to decide how many of you I want for Cinco De Mayo. You are that good.

Dear Veggie Panini- You were good until I spotted butt crack across the room.

Dear Letters- You seem to be getting longer and longer.

Dear Running Shorts with built in underwear- Good on you, who has time to put on shorts AND underwear nowadays?

Dear Pregnant Olympian- WOW! DEDICATION! Oh, your sport is curling? Pshhhh.

Dear Spangles- I'll admit that before I was a vegetarian your western burger and gyro wrap were good, but a seafood crab on pita sounds just as horrible as your commercials.

Dear Shirt- I've worn you in public twice and just now found that stupid little "Medium" sticker. Daaaaaaaangit.

Dear Emily Blunt and Jessica Biel- Maybe I'm going about this all wrong- One of you had Michael Buble, and one has Justin Timberlake.... Which one would you pick, ladies?

Dear Ashley- I'm ready for your next kid and to be an aunt for 7th time- I just really hope you aren't trying to tide mom over until I start having kids because that's gonna be a while.

Dear Work, Typically when I'm running a smidge late, I buy everyone breakfast pastries to make up for it- so YOU'RE WELCOME.

Black eyed peas- I may be a white girl, but so is Fergie, therefore I am not ashamed to blast "I'mma Be" and jam in my car, explicit lyrics and all.


Dear Bobby Bones- if I may quote you, "You won't see a good lookin' guy with a busted chick nearly as often as you'll see attractive women with busted guys" This is why sometimes I sacrifice my NPR time for you.

Dear High Heels- I've been wearing you more and more and you've been hurting
my feet less and less. I'm becoming a real woman.

Dear Lovehandles- So about half of my ab exercises are actually prone to increase you in size. NO FRIGGIN WONDER YOU WEREN'T GOING AWAY!

Dear Anjana- Thanks for the sweet things you said. And for the generic YET HELPFUL advice :P

Dear Ladies- 2 tickets to the WWE and $20 to burger king- that's what 96.3 is offering you for a date night. It's all yours baby

Dear Thirsty Thursdays- I think the cops have caught onto you, because I saw 4 people get pulled over last night before I was even halfway home from rehearsal.

Dear Pedestrians- You're just lucky I met my quota for the week when I hit that kid earlier.

Dear Manny- ready to get my margarita fix. Let's go!

Dear Ice Pellets- OUCH. You made my run slightly less enjoyable.

Dear Truck- I couldn't see my breath before you drove by, and then I exhaled your exhaust. That can't be good for me.

Dear Father- I know I'm your red headed step child now, but I hope you can still love me :P


Love Always,
Gnarleigh

P.S.- I didn't really run over a kid. But I would be pissed if I was taken to see the WWE for a date.

Fortunes, Falsehoods and Fantastic Follicles

Awe, so Valentine's day is this sunday and this is Dear Blog and I's 3 WEEK ANNIVERSARY! To commemorate this occasion, not only have I compiled my letters from this week, but I took on a special project that I think you will enjoy. It's a video featuring some of my friends who are follicle-y endowed (stay with me, mind out of the gutter)- I'm not sure how I convinced them to be a part of this, but none the less they agreed and now will go down (I said out of the gutter!) in gnarleigh blog history. Before I get started with my letters, I would like to share the fortune I got from Saigon: Seize from every moment its uniqueness, especially this week Say no more, fortune- Onto business as usual. These letters are from the week of Feb 7- 13


Dear 4 miles I ran yesterday, I use you so that I may eat terribly later and it won't affect me as bad.

Dear 5:30 pm on Sunday- Superbowl.... Or Titanic. Superbowl... Or Titanic? I could blame this on my mother, but I wanted to watch Titanic as much as she did. But alas, as my uncle would say, "Way to geaux Saints!"

Dear car I cut off- Thank you for not slamming into me. I totally deserved it.

Dear Students in the RSC- pardon my victory stance as I celebrate no Spanish today.

Dear Shaving Cut- You make me feel like I'm 13 again

Dear Wednesday, Spin Class and a Dentist appointment before 8 am? So let me get this straight- I'm supposed to go through today with a numb butt AND not be able to feel the left side of my mouth? Perfect.

Dear Saigon- Where else can I enjoy fine Vietnamese cuisine and watch a Shania Twain music video Marathon in one sitting?! God Bless you.

Dear Doc Greens- Okay so I thought watching Shania was awesome, but you are definitely fighting for my affection with MMM Bop playing in the back ground

Dear Mead's- In an effort to be more thrifty, I have vowed to only come for coffee on double punch day. So please, savor what few moments you have with me

Dear Japan- I like the Sadie Hawkins approach you take to Valentine's day. NPR is so informational.

Dear Guy at the Gas Station- To answer your question, I'm gonna have to lie and say I have a boyfriend... And I agree, "It's a daaayumn shaaame".

Dear Facebook Status- Sometimes it's really difficult to not be negative with you, but alas, I refuse. That's what Blogs are for!

Dear Mead's- I lied about only coming on double punch days. I'm sorry but I had a meeting there, and damnit, Jeremy, I couldn't resist the suggestion of a scone and tea.

Dear $110- You could've gotten speedy mcspeedster here some new shiny things, but momma has to use you to pay for the speeding ticket. I'll miss you :(

Dear Wichita Municipal Court- you are full of crabbies. I just wanna pay and leave and not hear about the lady behind me's almost DUI.

PS- Lady, your son reeks of marijuana. Go look through his drawers.

Dear Mom- What's that in the middle of the road? A dog? Cat? Oh I see... Okay it's two cats. On top of each other. Humping. Sorry to intrude.

Dear Ladies- A word of advice from yours truly, don't go bra shopping after eating chipotle. Give your belly a couple hours to retract.

Dear Weight Loss- Speaking of bra shopping, I wish you would take the weight from somewhere else.

Dear MC Hammer- I hope you are ready to meet Gnarleigh tomorrow- puh LEASE tell me you are wearing those pants...



and now for the big show- if you watch this and think to yourself, wow that was a waste of time? I agree. But I think it's funny...

Whadda Week!

So I decided to hold off this post for a week- not every day is going to bring handfuls of interesting things, but needless to say all days together can produce a blog post. This post is from the week of Jan 31 to Feb 6, and are in order of which they happened :)


Dear Wichita, I don't understand why all your murderers "coincidentally" start with "R" and end with "-der". I mean, I have 3 friends on facebook who's last name is "Reader", and I have a Ruder- If you want to be on the safe side I would check em out.

Dear Jessica White- I'm pretty sure it was your tweet that said "Dear Bottle of Menage a Trois, you are looking mighty tasty" that inspired this- you deserve due credit.

Dear Miss America, how do you feel about Kesha being the last thing we hear after they crown you? "UUURRbody gettin' crunk, crunk"- Boys try to touch your junk? hmmmmm

Dear Regina George- I lost 3 lbs. SUCK ON THAT!

Dear Guy at the gym joking about domestic violence in front of his wife, hmmmm...... not a good choice.

Dear String Quartet, I apologize for flipping out on you guys and making Chris's birthday really awkward- Hope you will still have me as your cellist!

Dear White Chocolate, I'm sorry, but I went to Dark chocolate a long time ago and never looked back.

Dear Facebook ad asking me if I want a boyfriend, How many people actually click on you? I'm very curioius.

Dear guy cupping girls boobs in the RSC, holy crap... you are cupping that girl's boobs in the RSC.

Dear Speeding ticket- you were my first ;) can't say it was the best experience of my life though.

Dear house with the neon "open" sign in the window- there's no way you don't sell drugs.

Dear Spin Class, you are nothing more than a voluntary Ass-kicking

Dear Ear Phones, I LOVE you because you politely say "buzz off" to people I don't want to talk to.

Dear letter that I wrote but never sent, you were the most therapeutic part of my day. I wonder if I'll ever have the courage to send you to whom you were intended for.

Dear Purple Mouthwash and Crest Whitening with Scope, When used in rapid succession, you taste like tootsie rolls!

Dear everyone, I feel really cool that I was selected to be on Homecoming Court for WSU, but the best part is I get to go through process with one of my best friends, Kate Garnes, and a sister, Sam Ternes. Mush Mush Mush.

Dear Grandpa, you are such a bad ass for getting your concealed to carry permit. I'll never question you ever again.



Love Always,
Gnarleigh