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Valentine's, Shmalentine's

Happy Valentine's Day Almost!



Do you feel love about this day? Back in the day of big bangs and Pepe jeans, I LOVED Valentine's Day. It brimmed with promise, even if I had no beau at the time. Flowers, a sweet note, love songs, walks in the rain, tours of medieval castles....wait. That's Ireland. Sorry.



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So Valentine's Day.



Turns out, what I love most about V Day is

Breakaway 2012. Yowza.

Dear Breakaway Peeps,

I had the time of my life with you all.



That was a lot of love in one room. And a lot of noise and hormones. And whooping it up. In short, I fit right in.



Thanks for humoring me. 



And for revealing yourself to me. A LOT of yourself. Ahem. 



Thanks for sharing your stories.



And becoming a part of mine. 



I learned so much from you. Thanks for laughing at

Dennis Quaid Is Here

When you read these words, I will be with the teenagers. I hope they like me and I hope they don't fall asleep, roll their eyes without pause, or text furiously during my talks. In short, I hope they are more polite than I was as a teenager. I'll let you know how it goes.

In the meantime, I have felt the need to laugh lately. I think it's winter. Winter and I are on bad terms. I only liked him

Signs, Signs, Everywhere are Signs

Now that I'm noticing signage, I'm really getting a charge out of how weird so many of them are. Who makes signs? Are they the same, humorless people who work at the DMV? I saw a few particularly helpful signs on a recent trip and I felt the grave responsibility of sharing them with you. Think of it as a Public Service Announcement, signage style. (Not to be confused with Gangham Style, but

On the Bookshelf: Unorthodox by Deborah Feldman

Holy cats, did I happen upon a great book.



I honestly cannot remember where I bought it. Do you have this problem? Buying books and hoarding them, stacking them up in your house, by your bed? Compulsively making lists of what you want to read? Purchasing them and then forgetting the time and place because everything else ceases to matter when you've brought it home and have smelled the

'94 Rules!

Remember high school?



Riiiight. Me neither. I'm trying really hard in this moment to remember high school, but I'm afraid all I can remember is big hair and being nervous.



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I don't think the hair made me nervous but it certainly couldn't have helped.



I'm getting ready to speak at a youth group convention. There will be about a gazillion (700) teenagers in one room and I

Jeggings and Other Horrors

Please, please help me out here.

Why the jeggings?



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Try not to concentrate on the fact that this particular woman hasn't eaten since half-way through the Clinton administration and focus instead on my confusion. Why skin-tight jeans that aren't jeans, with cuffs that squeeze all the blood out of one's ankles?

I have man-calves. There. I said it. I am the girl who cannot find

Reasons I'm Not Famous

Did you watch the Golden Globes? Yeah, me neither. I had good intentions and I think Amy P. and Tina Fey are hi-larious, but I get so distracted so easily and I think that night I cleaned out my shoe rack. Turns out, the Birkenstocks I bought in the mid-nineties really AREN'T coming back in style. 



Which brings me to the subject of the day: Why I Am Not Famous and Should Never Be Allowed to

Winner!

Thanks for entering, for liking, and for thinking about free booties, all in the name of love. Our winner, winner, chicken dinner is.....



Stacie Baumler Gorkow! 



Congrats, Miss Stacie. Kristen of K. Noel will contact you about your spoils.




And because a True Random Number Generator isn't exactly my idea of solid entertainment, I leave you with this:



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What is wrong

Girls in the Know Giveaway: K.Noel

One of my favorite byproducts about this whole writing adventure has been getting to meet so many creative women. That and crying with my mom every time we get the first printed copy of one my novels. And when people give me chocolate. And when I get to talk about books and get paid for it.



My name is Kim and I'm a crier.



But one of the best truly has been learning about and from all