Wittie Cooper Writes Again

So, I've already said I'm not an elegant woman.  I'm not a beautiful one either. Yeah, yeah..."Oh, you're so hard on yourself" I hear you saying.  Well, that's very kind of you, imaginary person reading this, but it's true.  I'm not saying I'm like a drooling wombat but I ain't exactly a gazelle either. I like to think of myself as your average, everyday, run-of-the-mill duck billed platypus.   Cute in an odd way.   Or odd in a cute way.   Either way, I digress... When I decide to do something "beautifying" I usually like to keep my expectations relatively low (and the cost, as well).  Just a trim here, a wax there - you know, the basics. Well, last Friday turned into a little bit of a mini makeover, much to my surprise.  I went to the salon just for a little trim and walked out feeling like Rachael Leigh Cook (you other millennials should appreciate that reference).   Of course, my life being what it is, my ...

Well, THAT was a surprise.  I'm still a little giddy about it, which is the only reason I have the energy to write at 11:30 p.m.   Here's what happened... About a week ago, Joe and I were tidying up the house and he mentioned off-hand that one of his videos for Ringling was nominated for a local advertising award.  I wasn't terribly shocked by this since Joe's work is pretty amazing, but I was still excited for him. "Think you'd like to be my date next Thursday?" he asked sheepishly. "You think we can find a sitter for a Thursday night?" I asked, gently putting the dishes away. "Oh, let me take care of that.  But does that sound like something you'd like to do?" he asked again. "Sure," I said over my shoulder, still examining the glasses for any leftover food particles that hadn't gotten rinsed off.  I had gone with Joe last year to one of these awards ceremonies.  It was held at the Cinebistro and we h...

I am not an elegant woman.  I've never been a great dancer.  I'm not good on ice.  And I'm not really good in a "gown".  I'm not a "gown-gal" as a general rule. So why would I attempt yoga, you may ask?  In the open?  In the company of dozens of VERY elegant and graceful creatures and surrounded by Sunday morning farmer's market gawkers and passers-by? Well, for one, I actually do enjoy yoga.  And two...well, I figured it would make for a good post. Anyway, it all started a few weeks ago.  I was doing the usual scrolling through Facebook when I saw an ad for free outdoor yoga on the lawn of the Lakewood Ranch Medical Center during the Sunday farmer's market here in town.   Hmm , I thought.   That might be nice.  And then I noticed my friend and fellow book-club member Becca had clicked on the "Interested" button.  I decided to click it too and almost immediately we were planning a Sunday to go together.  Last ...

...And what's the deal with airline food? Sorry, couldn't think of a more clever way to start this new blog.  New blog, new year.  Same old hang-ups. But I'm good.  Life's good.  I finally graduated from my MLS graduate program from USF, I got a full-time job as a reference librarian at the Fruitville Public Library, which means health insurance, security, and new found, terrifying responsibility. And my personal life is good too: both Joes are happy and healthy.  Little Joey is three now and we are in the throes of potty-training.  Joe is still working hard building his side hustle with NESMaker and he and Austin have more than doubled their office space.   Yup.  It's good to be me, alright. Yep.... I really hate dieting.  I mean, I REALLY hate dieting.  I've always thought of myself as a semi-healthy person.  I like to go jogging or walking.  I'm trying to drink more water all throughout the day.  And I d...