Come and Get Me, 2012!

Happy New Year!  Sure, it’s the 4th of January, and I forgot it was my turn to blog today, but hey, HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I think good ole Oprah said it best:    “Cheers to a new year and another chance for us to get it right.”  ~Oprah Winfrey

Except, well, I think I may have already goofed up.  We have new neighbors.  They’re probably really nice people.  But here’s the situation.  The other day I was home writing.  (Trying to get as much finished as possible before going back to the college this week).  Well, like most writers, I was wearing a comfy pair of yoga pants.  You know, the kind that are cropped right below the knee?  Yeah, comfy.

And a pair of thick, warm socks.  I can’t write without warm socks on.  It’s weird but it’s me.  So, one sock was pink with blue stripes, the other black with red dots.  Really, they’re warm, I’m inside, and who cares.  Right?

I also had on a ripped T-shirt.  Comfy.  (Getting the theme here?).  My hair was kinda up in sort of a rubber band, and I had no makeup on.  (You think you know where I’m going, but believe me, I’m not there yet).

So, I figure out where I’d left my IPod – in the car!  Now, the car is in the garage, as it should be.  But it has been snowing, the floor of the garage is wet, and hey, it’s cold.  So, I throw on my brown cowboy boots that were by the door.  Okay, they’re kind of cowboy boots.  They’re shaped like cowboy boots, but they only come up right past the ankles.  My socks are longer.

I also throw on my husband’s thick, red, comfy coat.  My hubby is six-foot-five, so the coat comes down almost to my knees.  And…I grab lipstick I put by the door and put it on.  Don’t ask me why.  I thought maybe I should have lipstick on–it’s dry outside–and my lips are chapped.  But…this was a tube I’d gotten out before a big party the other night–oh yeah–bright red. 

So, I go outside wearing the red lipstick, long furry coat, half cowboy boots, yoga pants that only come to my knees and mistmatched socks.  And bright red lipstick.

Guess what?  Yep.  My husband had left the garage door open.  As I walked outside, my new neighbor had just gotten his paper, looked up, and smiled.  I had that moment when I could run back inside (even though he had clearly seen me), or suck it up and stammer something stupid about not usually looking ridiculous.

In the end, I did neither.  I shook his hand, gave my name, and said welcome to the neighborhood.  I wonder how long they’ll stay?   🙂

About Rebecca Zanetti

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of paranormal, contemporary, and romantic suspense romances. Current series include: Dark Protectors, Sin Brothers, and Maverick Montana.

Posted on January 4, 2012, in Rebecca Zanetti. Bookmark the permalink. 31 Comments.

  1. LMAO!!!! And you say I crack you up? lol lol…….
    all in all I think you handled it pretty good, hell I would have went out and talked to them lol….but that me. Never seen a stranger. lol…. Do not change Rebecca, we like you just the way you are.


  2. Oh Rebecca, you have no idea how much i laughed at this! Seriously, you made my day :)))
    I think you just topped my embarrassing moment when i took the garbage out wearing my new years short glittery dress *i was just trying it on, see what matches*, my bright green pj’s, my big puffy and comfy slipper bunnies, no make-up, hair somehow pinned with a pencil, when my -OMG!!!- really hot neighbor went out of his house. I looked up, said hi, stormed up and royally slipped on the stairs. Poor guy looked at me like i was a Christmas tree. :)))
    I don’t think i’ll ever take the garbage out… oh well, at least for awhile. 😀

  3. HAHAHAHA That’s all I can say. I am literally sitting here in my chair rocking from side to side laughing! hahahaha

  4. Too funny!! Sounds like something that happen to me.

  5. LOL, that’s just awesome.

  6. LOL. I love it. I have done the same thing because nothing I wear in the house matches. Whos going to see me in the house right? Until I need something out of the car, it never fails the neighbor is always outside. Poor man. Though my husband takes the cake. The other night I came home from work to him taking out the garbage in his underwear. I said ” Are you crazy? What are you doing outside in your underwear? He said ” Its dark out no one can see me”. Except the neighbor across the street who also had just came home. Its probably a good thing we are moving out to the country soon.

  7. I’m picturing this. Laughing. Loving it. And then I think of the very proper attorney sitting across from me in Orlando. The very put-together young woman who had recently sold to Kensington. Love the difference.

    Lucie j.

  8. Love your updates about your yard, and today about your ‘outfit’! I especially like how you put us right there with you. I just found you this past Christmas, but will be reading your books! Thank you for adding a new favorite author!

  9. Haha, totally something I would do. LOL Most of the people that we know in the neighborhood (aka the dog people) seem to be just as down to earth and fun (aka crazy) as we (or, at least, *I*) am. I pretty much have never cared what people think about how weird I am, so they don’t even bat an eyelash anymore to see me walking down the street with the dog in my purple PJ’s (with white snowflakes), neon pink hoodie, winter boots, pink cowboy hat and my husband’s winter coat (which comes to almost my knees), no makeup and hair in a ponytail. Hey, what? I work from home, so I wear what’s comfy too. Then we have the neighbors directly next door. They (literally) won’t let their children talk to us, and go inside as soon as we step foot outside. I wouldn’t be surprised if they don’t cover the kids eyes when they spot us. We’re nice people – always polite, we’ve never done anything scary. Really. Oh well – all the other dog people think they’re strange too.

    • Hi Laura! That’s hilarious. You and I need to wear our outfits together…just one time. I bet we’d scare all the neighbors. It’s interesting, the more involved I get in the writing world, the more I let the crazy out. It’s the real me. 🙂

      • ‘the more involved I get in the writing world, the more I let the crazy out. It’s the real me’ TOTALLY intrigued by that. I think there’s some good writing advice lurking under that statement somewhere…. Keep up the good work, crazy cowgirl!

  10. Nancy Loughrin

    Nice one!! Sounds like something that would happen to me for sure! It actually made me question what I’m wearing at the moment while I write, but then I just said “naaaaaaaa, I’m good” LOL
    I love that you can laugh at yourself and let us laugh with you.

    Thanks, Nanc

  11. Hi Rebecca! Well, all I have to say is that it sounds like something I would have done. Sigh! I’m sure that the next time you see him, you will make a better impression, although maybe he just thought you looked like someone he wants to party with. ** Grin **

  12. Haaa! That’s pure awesome 🙂

  13. Hey you could say you are starting a new fashion trend…

  14. Gotta love yoga pants. They go with anything.

  15. ROTFLMAO! This kind of thing happens to me all the time because I am all about the comfy not the matching when I am reading for review or editing, which is most of the time. And I totally forget I am in comfy mode and walk the cat (yes, the cat; she’s an abandoned rescue and thinks she’s a puppy) to go get the mail. I have gotten my fair share of weird looks. But I just wave and keep on going. Maybe I should resolve for 2012 to put on matching comfy clothes every morning.

  16. Beautiful. 😀

  17. You crack me up… I am sure the new neighbor thought nothing of the outfit… but the red lipstick put him over the edge… LOL And considering he has seen the bathtub in the yard he wasn’t expecting Martha Stewart!! LOL
    Laugh and the world laughs with you!!!

  18. If I was your neighbor I’d think “you seemed like fun; your outfit was kinda quirky, but you seemed very nice when we spoke”.

  19. LOL! My neighborhood is used to my writing “uniform” : Fuzzy bathrobe, long metal band T-shirt, and either slippers or my husband’s boots or shoes. Yup, no pants.

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