Rise and Shout the Cougars Are Out! *

I realize I am not the official referee of the internet so I really have no say in this. But I'm saying it anyway... "cougar" is over. I thought we all agreed to this in late 2008 but I've recently found ample evidence to the contrary. Even worse, said evidence is from corporate America, meaning that very soon, your grandma will be saying she's the cougar of her retirement home. Just the thing to ruin family dinner.

Exhibit A: Really, Mark McGrath is back? And he thought this was a good idea for his new album? He does realize he's 41, right? Yes, I had to google him to find out his age, I immediately cleared my browser history and took a hot shower.



Exhibit B: I think this might be the more egregious crime since Courtney is committing a woman-on-woman crime by starring in this. But the most soul-chilling part is that I relate a little bit. Watch at your own peril.

* first line of my college fight song

Send You My Love

It seems like everyone is talking about Bailey Doesn't Bark right now and while I am intrigued by their ant and roach cups and plates, I could never have them in my house. I grew up in the South and no matter how clean you keep your house, you will have bugs. I think I have a little PTSD from it.

But I would love to receive one of these with an endearing message.

i carry your heart

Maybe it's my medical training but I love this realistic Valentine made by a friend of a friend.


It makes me think of this e e cummings poem

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

My Boys

For a long time, I didn't have cable, then I moved to SLC, into a house that came with cable. Since I worked nights, it was very nice to have something decent to watch when I was awake at 3am. So now, I still have cable for the same reason. I think the best discovery was My Boys on TBS. It ran in 2 short seasons (or 1 regular season with a break in the middle since I think all the episodes are considered Season 1). This show is about PJ, a sports writer in Chicago, her brother (played by Jim Gaffigan), and her 4 guy friends. It is well written, the actors have great timing, and they are just witty enough; like you on your best day, not too much, but still something to aspire to.

The new season starts on Thursday! If you are interested in joining my fan club, you can watch some of the old episodes on Comcast On Demand, and I think all of them are on TBS.com (only works if you have a PC not a Mac. Come on! Get with the times!)

If my suggestion and Jim Gaffigan's humor aren't endorsement enough, would it help if I mentioned that Jeremy Sisto is in a few episodes?

No More Naked Walls, Part 3

Binth has really sweet cards, prints, and pillows.  This is one of my favorites.  See, I was a chemistry nerd in college, I had a crush on my lab partner my freshman year, I always wish I wore glasses, and love boys in them.  So this really is the perfect little card for me.  Plus I love the yellow and brown.

I'm Not a Player, I Just Crush a Lot

I have a crush...A big one

A crush that makes me blush

A crush that makes me smile when I say his name

A crush that makes me rearrange my schedule to increase my chances of seeing him

A crush that gives me butterflies in the stomach on days I know I might see him

A crush that make me an obnoxious friend because I talk about him too much

A crush that makes him the first thing that pops into my mind

A crush that makes me wonder what type of music, books, movies, etc he likes whenever anyone talks about any of these.

A crush that I hope I will run into almost everyday if I'm out running errands or out with friends

A crush I would love to become more than a crush

It's fun!

Ugh!

Have you ever realized you're a living, breathing stereotype.

Here's what I just bought at the store:
Advil
Tampons
Haagen Daaz mint chip light ice cream

(guys, sorry for the oversharing)

3 Years...

3 Long Years, that's all I'm saying. Some of you know what I mean.

Devil's Haircut

I just got a new haircut, including new bangs and lots of highlights.

While Googling for pictures to take to my stylist, I found this from Toothpaste for Dinner.

Is it true? Yes. Does it have to be????



I guess what I had in mind was this quote I hate but still remember the first time I heard, so it obviously had an impact.

"You might take a careful inventory of your habits, your speech, your appearance, and your eccentricities, if you have them. Take each item and analyze it. What do you like in others? What personality traits please you in others? Are your dresses too short, too long, too revealing, too old-fashioned? Do you laugh raucously? Are you too selfish? Are you interested only in your own interests or do you project yourself into the lives of others? Do you have annoying mannerisms? … Do you repeat old stories till they are threadbare? Are you too anxious or too disinterested? Can you make some sacrifices to be acceptable? Are you dull or are you too exuberant? Are you flashy or are you disinteresting? What do you do to make yourself desirable? Do you overdo or underdo? Too much makeup or too little? Scrupulously clean both physically and morally?
“What are your eccentricities, if any? I think nearly all people have some. If so, then go to work. Classify them, weigh them, corral them, and eliminate one at a time until you are a very normal person” (The Teachings of Spencer W. Kimball, ed. Edward L. Kimball [Salt Lake City: Bookcraft, 1982], pp. 295-96).

Doesn't it seem like we are all told to be the same? That we need to eliminate those things that make us individual to be desireable to others? That I really could, if I thought hard enough, figure out what is "wrong" with me and why I'm not married? I don't really believe this about my bangs or anything else, I think it's more of a feeling with the right person rather than a checklist of qualities, that some great people will never get married (I have far too many wonderful single friends to question their efforts or worthiness).

Please...correct me if I'm wrong...Or don't, maybe this post was just for my sanity and to talk through some ideas in my head, maybe I just need a personal private journal for some of my thoughts. Still figuring out the level of disclosure I want in my blog.

Cry Me A River

Last week while making Vietnamese chicken salad for a dinner party (see previous post about that), I had to chop some onions. I'm not sure if it's like this for everyone or I have a bigger reaction to them, but my eyes water and burn A LOT. Running down my cheeks, mascara ruining tears, even if it's just green onions, so little and innocent; aren't they even called spring onions sometimes, deceivingly cute name.

So I had the thought, "When I find the guy I'll marry, I hope he can chop onions." I laughed and thought what a weird request that was in a significant other but it would make life much easier.

So what about you, any weird requests; not things like sense of humor, or a good parent, or spiritual, etc. Random little things you hate to do that would make you so happy if someone under the same roof did them for you?