Jennifer Anne Kogler

Yes, it was my birthday a few days ago. No, this blog is not intended to guilt those of you who did not bid me happy birthday to send me a ‘make-up’ gift (cough, mom). No, I won’t stop you if you really really want to. No, I won’t tell you how old I am.

Speaking of how old I am, is age 24 mid-twenties? I’m hoping not, but the way I figure it, 24 has to be. So say, hypothetically speaking, I was 24. Say, hypothetically of course, I wrote that I was in my “early twenties” say on my match.com profile, would I be lying? Or is it up to interpretation? Mid-twenties sounds so ancient. I know my mother is rolling her eyes right now. But I think once you hit 21, every birthday is a reminder of how young you used to be. And I know that someday, perhaps soon, I’ll think about how young I was when I was in my mid-twenties. It’s of little solace.

My favorite redhead said the following about age:

The secret of staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age.

Ahh Lucy. I love you. I think I’m going to follow your advice.

So, what did I do for my birthday? I’ll give you one guess.

Good guess. I went to Petco Park in San Diego and saw the Dodgers stink it up against the Padres. While there, I took this picture. That’s a Dodger you see standing on first base. I took a picture of it because I felt like seeing a Dodger on base is a rarity this season. And I take pictures of all things rare. Like uncooked meat.

Oh boy. I’m afraid my depression over my age has beaten the sense out of my humor. So I’ll leave you until next Monday where I’ll discuss the pros and cons of MySpace.

Go Dodgers,
Jennie

Back so soon? Yes, indeed. I told you I was going to be reliable.

Now, I know all of you have been holding your breath but it’s finally here:

The feature on my makeover is up on the Urban Decay website. Go, go now.

www.urbandecay.com

They have great products, by the way, I recommend them highly, and I’m not just saying that.

They’ve also done a fantastic job of describing me in nothing but flattering terms. Incidentally, if you had told me a year ago that there’d be a major cosmetic company making veiled references to my bosom, I would have turned red and zipped my jacket up. And perhaps slapped you

Now, before you go clicking away to find the pictures of me in order to return and comment on the feature, I have a one request:

BE KIND.

Have fun heckling.

Hi all,

I know, you were wondering where I was. So was I. A lot of times I had no idea. Especially when I was in Maryland. My tour’s just about over and I’ve had a blast — though, I won’t be sorry to be not living out of a suitcase anymore. I promise I won’t leave you stranded for so long from here on out. You’ll hear from me weekly.

The thing was, I hadn’t gotten used to blogging and then BAM, all of the sudden I’m forced to road blog and I’m afraid I wasn’t up to the task.

I have so many tour adventures to recount, but why put them all in one blog when I can spread them out and thereby create many blogs? It’s just sound economics. Trickle down blogging. Or something.

In any event, I wanted to share one of the most special events that I attended: a Meet the Author Tea at the beautiful home of Rosalie Norair. These women were incredible. By the end of my time with them, they had discusssed everything from the relevance of Thucydides in modern times to the reasons behind the deliciousness of pecan tarts.

I want to thank them all — it was so much fun. And of course, what overdue blog of mine would be complete without a picture? More to come on the Tour. Including an amusing incident with a kabob. Meet the Women of Bethesda (or close to it).