Thursday, May 27, 2010

...It's Safe to Say that I'm Not Saving it For Marriage…

I should clarify that this title is referring to my reasons for not wanting to get married. It has nothing to do with if  I'm "saving" it or "sharing" it. (That's a whole 'nother topic there!) What follows is a cleaned up baby version born out of  an email reply I sent to a friend on the topic. One day I'll post the original reply!

A friend of mine recently asked me why I insist that I will never get married. It occurred to me that my reasons all fell into one of three, possibly four slightly interdependent categories:



1) Not looking 
2) Not finding 
3) Common sense 
4)Rebellion (possibly)


Not looking

I’m not looking for anyone primarily because I don’t believe you can look for a person.
You look for lost keys, or new shoes, the right outfit, the perfect hair conditioner, or any number of things. But you don’t look for people just for the sake of finding them. Unless they’ve been officially declared missing, then why would I just be out on the hunt for someone I don’t know and may never meet? I just don’t see the logic in it. Not finding

 In the meantime I’ve been known to occasionally cross paths with a guy that on first glance I might find remarkable within the frame of the environment. After a few interesting conversations by email or phone, I may or may not decide to pursue it further. And if I do end up on date, there’s no promise of a second date. Part of this is because I just don’t really enjoy dating.
It’s like bad dinner theater.
Two people pretending to be all the types of normal they think the other person wants them to be. I despise this so much, I generally don’t bother with the pretending, and frankly, that doesn’t go over very well with guys. I can’t just sit, nod politely and bat my eyelashes. I think that’s a real skill and I just don’t have it in me. It’s like sex appeal: some people got it, and some don’t. 
I ain't got it.
And some might think they can dress something up or disguise something down enough to make you think it’s there, but if it’s not, it’s just not. If it feels right, I do it. And if it doesn’t, why bother? I understand that the tradition is to ignore any early yellow or red flags and concentrate on what’s “wonderful” about the person, but I happen to think it’s stupid (not to mention unsafe) tradition.


 I’m upfront about what I think I would like to have:

Sunday, May 23, 2010

...I'm Impressed...

...by the jumps and all that but mostly that he was able to hold on to the camera the entire time!

Courtesy BBCIcecream Blog (of course)

Friday, May 21, 2010

..Yeah, I Said it- - So What?

On being known as a beautiful Hollywood actress: “I’m sorry, but it’s sexy to know that guys find you attractive. It’s empowering.” - Zoe Saldana



A HUGE pet peeve of mine is when women start a sentence with “I’m sorry, but…”

Stop doing that. Don’t start or end (or otherwise insert into) your sentences the phrase “I’m sorry, but”

First of all, it’s insincere. As soon as you throw the word “but” in there you negate the so-called apology. So if you’ve really done something you’re sorry for, then be sorry, and be sincere. If you feel you must express your regrets, the proper phrasing would be, “I’m sorry and…”

But let’s say you aren’t sorry. Let’s say you’re trying to pull that meek and demure self effacing BS that isn’t really who you are and you know it. I’m curious to know what point you’re trying to make when you say it?

What exactly are your supposed to be sorry about? Because you said it? Because you meant it? Because the thought even popped into your head?

Friday, May 14, 2010

(DANGIT!!)

As if I needed another reason to want to trade places with Oprah...



According to her girl Gayle, "Oprah loves tequila shots! Yes! She sure does! "She doesn't get, you know, crazy, but she enjoys a good tequila shot!" 




Speaking of people that enjoy tequila shots, check out the couple to the right. They probably have no idea who N*E*R*D  is, but they're sure glad they came!




My countdown clock to June 15th is set...




For reasons I can't explain this song pops up in my head every few days when I'm twisting my hair before bed. Weird.

Friday, May 7, 2010

...There's a Reason that We Dream...

I dream a lot but some months ago I had a dream that I wasn’t quite able to figure out or get out of my head.


I dreamt that I walked into the kitchen of my old childhood home and saw a mouse sitting on a rock in one of the far corner windows looking out toward our backyard. He was sitting kind of upright like you would expect a human to sit and he had his hands/front paws folded in his lap and he looked somewhere between a little sad and completely at peace. (Opposites, I know, but that’s what it looked and felt like to me.)

He was singing some very low, very soft, pretty song. The melody made me feel extremely calm and I could tell he had a nice singing voice (think Adam Levine), but I couldn’t quite make out the lyrics. I remember wanting to get close enough to hear what he was singing, but not so close that I would scare him off. I woke up with the feeling that I needed to know the lyrics to his song and that it really meant something.

Silly right?

Monday, May 3, 2010

...It's My Anniversary!!...

My first post was one year ago today! Where does the time go?


It's time for me to do a really good review and make some decisions about where I want to go with this blog in the future or if I even want to keep going.  Feel free to drop me some feedback or post some ideas in the comments section. One of these days I'll figure out the right font and layout. And I'll even try sticking to my theme.

Overall, this has been a lot of fun. Some posts were more fun than others for me, some were difficult, almost all were complete stream of consciousness (which makes them very honest, but maybe a bit too long), all were from the heart!

I really hope something I said was really helpful to someone somewhere. Or at least made you laugh.

Thanks for reading :-)

Saturday, May 1, 2010

...I Can't Believe I Remembered This...

I was talking to a guy with a laugh that sounds exactly like the mean bulldog in this old cartoon.
It's much funnier in the cartoon.