Monday, April 30, 2007

Crank It Up

A girl's got to have something to get excited about. Otherwise, it's too hard to get up in the morning. It doesn't have to be a lot. It can be something as simple as an anticipated contact, playing hookey from work, buying something you felt too guilty about to buy before, getting together with friends you haven't seen in a while, dressing up for some event that gets your juices flowing, getting a raise, or a makeover, or indulging in something sinfully scrumptious to eat. A smile on the face of someone you care about is exciting. A song or a new book can be exciting. A pretty dress has the potential for excitement. It doesn't matter, as long as it's something worth getting up for. As long as it's something that keeps you putting one foot in front of the other, it's all good.

Crank it up.

I think I've found my "prom dress." I'm not saying this is THE one, because it's my prerogative to change my mind. Today, this one looks pretty cute to me, though.

What do you think?

There's a prize for the first person who can tell the front from the back when I'm wearing it.

I've seen Leelee's dress, and it's a knockout. And Roxan has opted for white -- with feathers -- unless she changes her mind again.

We have another prom date, Hale McKay, which brings the total to 3.

Today's Charm Pointer

Q. Is there any one thing, a Rosetta Stone as it were, that is the key to domestic tranquility, corporate success, romantic bliss, and world peace?

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You Are a Club Sandwich

You are have a big personality. It's hard for anyone to ignore you!
You dream big. You think big. And you eat big.
Some people consider you high maintenance, but you just know what you want... and when you want it.

Your best friend: The Tuna Fish Sandwich

Your mortal enemy: The Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich


Anonymous said...

Nice dress, but I think the model has it on backwards. The strings in the front would definitely look cooler. Just a guys opinion.

Roxan said...

***You Are a Tuna Fish Sandwich***

Some people just don't have a taste for you. You are highly unusual.
And admit it, you've developed some pretty weird habits over the years.
You may seem a bit unsavory from a distance, but anyone who gives you a chance is hooked!

Your best friend: The Club Sandwich

Your mortal enemy: The Turkey Sandwich

Yeah, I might change my mind. Who knows? I may show up in scrubs decorated with autopsy images. You never know.

Serena Joy said...

Roxan, you can come in scrubs if you want but, please, not the autopsy ones. I mean, I might want to EAT something at the prom and you KNOW how squeamish I am.

LOL, Steve. Why am I not surprised that a guy would think the dress ought to be worn backwards?:)

leelee said...

i LOVE THE DRESS.. the color is gorgeous and I like the tie up dealio in the back....pretty...

this is the first time I took one of your quiz things and I am not happy with the results. Well the results are fine..probably right...what I don't like is which sandwich personality is my MORTAL ENEMY..I don't buy that for one solitary way.. no how..I love a club sandwich..i DO

**You Are a Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich**
You life your life in a free form, artistic style.
You are incredibly creative and at times, quite messy.
Deep down, you are a kid at heart. And you aren't afraid to express it.

Your best friend: The Grilled Cheese Sandwich

Your mortal enemy: The Club Sandwich


Roxan said...

I was planning on flicking innards at people. Don't spoil my fun.

Roxan said...

I found scrubs that say "bitch" all over them. I'm so excited. LOL

Serena Joy said...

I'll trade you for the PB&J, Leelee. And I LOVE grilled cheese. Ultimate comfort food.

No, Roxan. No flicking, no innards. Not at the prom. I'll be wanting a set of those Bitch scrubs myself, but NOT for the prom. LOL.

Roxan said...

Who died and made you Prom director? Warning:That may NOT be steak tartar. LOL

They even have pink pirates. LMAO

Serena Joy said...

Who died and made you Prom director?

It's one of those de facto things since I sold the prom queen to Barbossa. Savvy?

I LIKE the idea of pink pirate scrubs. Maybe I'll wear that to the prom. If I even go to the prom. My boyfriend ran off and joined the Hell's Angels so what the hell is the point?:)

Roxan said...

We didn't have a prom. It wasn't allowed. We had a banquet instead. I asked a guy I liked. He said no, he had a girl friend. I was crushed until I saw the girl friend. She was U-G-L-Y.
You go, you have fun. Period.

Serena Joy said...

She was U-G-L-Y.

Some men have no fucking taste. LOL. I got a lot of money for the prom queen. I'm thinking of taking a cruise with Corn Dog's suicidal Norwegians instead.

Anonymous said...

I'm a Tuna Sandwich

Some people just don't have a taste for you. You are highly unusual.
And admit it, you've developed some pretty weird habits over the years.
You may seem a bit unsavory from a distance, but anyone who gives you a chance is hooked!

Your best friend: The Club Sandwich

Your mortal enemy: The Turkey Sandwich

Weird habits? Me? Never!

Lee said...

I've never considered myself as a sandwich...let alone a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I like peanut butter but not with jelly. I like jelly but not with peanut butter.

I like the dress but not sure about the doesn't blend with my peanut butter and jelly sandwich!

Serena Joy said...

LOL, Seeley. Only a spam sandwich on stale bread soggy with bad mayonaise would consider you unsavory. BFF.

I've decided I don't like the color, either, Lee. It looks so damned wholesome it's making me hurl. Maybe I'll throw a PB&J at it and see if it sticks.:)

se7en said...

I liked the dress too, but I have to agree, it might look better if it were on backasswards.

Here's one, quantumtities - scientifically enhanced...

tfg said...

I'm not exactly known for my fashion sense, but I'd wager that the dress would look great crumpled on the bedroom floor, too.

Serena Joy said...

LOL, Se7en. That's a great definition. I'll bet pole dancers sit around after hours discussing quantum theory.:) I've decided I ain't wearing that dress ackwards or bassackwards.

I don't know, TFG. I think crumpled is too good for it. We could try it and see what it looks like crumpled, but I think I'd rather hang it in a clearing and use it for target practice.

NYD said...

Looks like I will have to find a prom date. I wonder if I still have my tuxedo t-shirt.

The dresses look fabulous. Since this is virtual, I might just have to go ovr to Armani and see what kind of formal wear they have.

Serena Joy said...

So, NYD, can we put you on the list for prom date? We have 5 ladies -- and only 3 dates. We only need 2 more to have a date for each lady -- and then we'll get to fight over whose date is whose. LOL.

Hale McKay said...

You know you are having a bad day when you leave the house with your bra on backwards - and no one even notices. I guess the same could be said for the prom gown.

Serena Joy said...

Yeah, that happens to me all the time. Kinda sucks. I just hold my head up and call it a fashion statement.

puerileuwaite said...

The Pug responds to Today's Charm Pointer:

Q. Is there any one thing, a Rosetta Stone as it were, that is the key to domestic tranquility, corporate success, romantic bliss, and world peace?

A. Sure. The Blarney Stone.

Corn Dog said...

You Are a Tuna Fish Sandwich

GORGEOUS prom dress. I'm going to have to look for something. Noir I think.

Corn Dog said...

Oh and SJ, that YouTube video of my cruise got picked up by a web site called and they are playing the poop out of it. Mr. Corn Dog got on some site and found out the Norweigans are retiring the vessel we were on.

"Norwegian Wind, the next ship to revolve out of Norwegian Cruise Line's fleet as it prepares to welcome newer, more contemporary models, will depart in April 2007."

Serena Joy said...

Yes, Pug, Blarney would work equally well.

CD, that's hysterical about your cruise video. Yep, you might know the Norwegians would retire and seek mental help as soon as I psych myself up to set foot on their bucket of bolts.