Twenty Something

Wow, doesn’t it seem like there is always a birthday happening at the FiveBlondes? It works out for us, as we sisters love to celebrate. Today is an extra-important birthday - it is her last single birthday, her first foray into her LATE 20’s, and she was the first of the infamous five blonde farm girls. She was the one who started the often asked and ever-hated question … “Which one are you again?” Without this girl, our blog would be a puddle of words, swept into a closet in a farm house only to be forgotten about. So Eri Scari - HAPPY BIRTHDAY FROM YOUR…

I love my job, they want me to come in Monday to Friday, 8:00am - 4:00pm and then go home and not think about work once. It’s great, really. Tim, on the other hand, sometimes has to work weekends at his beloved hotel. Not fun! Take this weekend, he just left for work at 8:30am and has to work tomorrow at the same time. So alas, my weekend will be spent all alone as my friends all have things going on. Wait did I just say friends? Maybe what I meant was FRIEND. Not that I am complaining, I am loving my life out here in the West. Today the plan is to get my hair done, then buy a small…

CBC’s digital channel bold is showing Sailing and Equestrian exclusively during the Beijing Olympics.  The channel is sandwiched in between the regular CBC and NBC Olympics channels (we prefer CBC, thank you!) so we flip by it from time to time.  Yesterday we watched about 30 seconds of Equestrian competition. Mr X:  What is this? Horse dancing? Me: No, it’s Dressage. Mr X: So it’s horse dancing. Me: No, dressage. Mr X: What is that? Me: um… awkward pause Me: Horse dancing. In other, unsurprising news: Canada’s medal count remains at zero.

Baseball how we love you! Micaela, Lauren and I all play on the same ball team.. I am a pitcher, Lauren is our amazing first base player and Mic is our fast running outfielder! Our team plays in the ladies league in our town, we are 1 of 6 teams. We are the newest and the youngest of all the other teams. We started playing together last year, so we’re slowly getting used to playing with each other and just having a blast (Our shirts say “Girls just wanna have fun!”…in pink). For some people on our team it’s their first time playing baseball, we weren’t out…

I can’t even begin to express my shock and extreme discomfort while biking home from work Tuesday afternoon. I work close to a major hospital and travel by one of the main entrances every day. Today there were several dozen “pro-lifers” lining the sidewalk, displaying large pictures of aborted fetuses for everyone to see. I’m not usually squeamish, but these images crossed the line for me and, quite frankly, made my ride along that stretch pretty dangerous. I was cycling straight down the street but my head was turned to the left. I have no problem with people…

I'm finally finished school for the summer, so I've been putting my free time to good use. Over the weekend, I decided to go on a nice long bike ride.Now, Waterloo is a mid sized city, but the university is only about 5-10kms away from farmland. I hate having to dodge cars or stop for red lights, so I usually like to bike out through the farms. I usually only train about 20-30kms on the bike, but I decided that a good 45-50 would be a nice way to end my summer here before I move away.So I went far out into the country.And I mean far, far out.Soon, my problem became not cars, but horses and…

Uh, just curious. How does one go about meeting competitive swimmers? Especially like, male swimmers.Alright, let's lay it down. Michael Phelps, I KNOOOOW you read my blog. Contact me already, and let's date.

Also to do: write a real blog post.

My bustling photography business, Dirty British Photography, did a photo shoot with my recently engaged cousin earlier today.My favourite highlight:(Full set here)

As you know, I'm moving to Texas in less than a month. And I need your help, guys.Though I move every 4 months, I've always transported myself via automobile. Even both times I moved to New York, I just packed up the car and drove. (Well, I got my mom to drive. Same thing. Thanks mom)But I'm flying to Texas, and all I've got is one carry on and two bags each under 50lbs. And you know, I really think I could pack up pretty much everything I need for fourth months in under 100lbs with a few exceptions.1. My bike. I'd like to take it with me even though I'm told Texan drivers will honk at you…

Things I have learned not to say to the blogosphere on behalf of my friends: 1. “Fuck off.” 2. “Piss off.” 3. “Screw off.” 4. “I WANT SO GODDAMN MUCH TO SLAP YOU.” (And trust me when I tell you, it takes everything in me to hold back.)

At 5pm yesterday I was thrown off a cliff, stunned and furious, left to maneuver my way from here. As you well know I am a highly-strung person and also very overdramatic, and that can be a potent combination (I do not hear gasps of surprise from anyone who has ever dated me). So yesterday, when I tried to [...]

Things I Do NOT Actually Want to See Atop My Wedding Cake (brought to you by Etsy Weddings - where there are many, many fine artists to be found and supported, though still lots of people with bad wedding taste) skulls Precious Moments anything (same as skulls, in my book) dogs wizards anything over two feet tall and/or sprawling outwards cops lace caricatures Mickey Mouse ears birds with angry [...]

It’s a strange thing, living without wanting to do anything, to keep going, to continue the cycle of day-in and day-out.  (Just realizing that statement is what came out of my fingers when I sat down to write makes me realize I’m in an uglier place than I thought right now.) Mornings I make coffee and drink it [...]

Sometimes I can only show up for the very basic parts of my life: the shower, my day job. I don’t return phone calls. I don’t crack jokes. I don’t show my face. There are few people I trust in these times and to everyone else I have the barest of apologies. I couldn’t begin to [...]

...notice of a hiatus. I feel like I've lost my voice for this. I write and write and write and in the end ask myself, "who cares?" before leaving the words suspended in the world of unpublished drafts. I begin graduate school on Monday and will be chaneling all of my creative energy into it.

Happy you're-surviving-the-unceremonious-Suck. Happy I-can't-believe-he's-really-real. Happy how-the-hell-were-you-always-this-unknowingly-strong?It's already been a year and though there have been opportunities aplenty for a dramatic exit, I have plowed through what seems like one hundred heavy trials of will. On paper, the ratio of time apart exponentially outweighs our time together, and yet I have never been more happy and in love than this.I wish that I were in the position to grab you by your theoretical hand and carry you off on a sickening retelling of the celebratory event. Reality,…

Every effort feels more like painful dry-heaving than the last. There is nothing but an empty failure, a hollow intestinal wretch. Not even with paired fingers pushing, urging substance can I produce. Why, when I should be full on living, fat on experience, on love and excitement, is there nothing, not even a burning dribble of written proof? Where is my desperate syrup of ipecac? Where is the ground up, half digested evidence that once thrashed here with liveliness? I did relish this place. I would sneak away to purge my heartaches, my livid anger, my careless, blurry, sobbing pieces, and I…

"Over the street, the pond where cows circle, and you wonder if it becomes enough, this life, if what could have been was ever waiting for you somewhere."  - Blas Falconer

After talking for almost two years about graduate school, I've scrapped the lukewarm chatter. Last week I succumbed to impulse and applied for the Fall 2008 semester. Surprisingly, I got in! Mentally ready or not, I begin the newest new chapter in about two weeks and I can't wait! Soon I will be embarking upon an MA journey in English creative writing.

Summer was still in effect. The hydrangea were turning beautiful colors. The bees feasted on the last few roses. The little peach tree turned out to be a pear. We strung lanterns in our dying shad tree and ate underneath the stars. I'm not ready for fall.

During my afternoon of “working from home,” I find myself drawn by the inexorable pull of the neighborhood hardware store. I find myself buying a trellis that is way to big for our balcony, a sack of potting soil that is way too big to carry, and a host of other items that I don’t really need but want because that’s what happens when I go the hardware store. Then, suddenly, I find myself on

Kris from the divine blog Kris's Color Stripes went on vacation - without her laptop and camera. These are pages from her sketchbook. So gorgeous. What would happen if we all unplugged when we went on vacation?

And those red glasses. Sublime. I'm not really sure what's going on here, but whatever it is, I like it. More amazing photos from "Faces of Nippon" from the Flickr photostream of ajpscs.

I'm "working from home" today. Lord, it's busy. Oh, it's very, very busy. The market is buzzing. The tomatoes and peppers are bountiful. What color to choose? So many beautiful bouquets... ...do I really have to choose just one? Shhhhh...don't tell my cubemates I just emailed them from a farm stand. (God bless my Blackberry.)

I'd have been an awesome old west gunfighter if not for the harsh sun. And the guns. And the fighting.

First day of vacation and I feel a little free!

As you read this we'll be on our way. Stuck in a PACKED car for almost three hours. Yippee!Should I be scared that our Google directions resemble these?

So it's late. And I haven't posted yet.Some of you might now... I'm going on vacation next week. I haven't decided whether to bring my laptop or not.And I haven't decided whether or not to schedule some posts for you. I'm not feeling particularly brilliant... so who knows.So yeah. That's all I got. Good night.

Discovered at A Beautiful RevolutionReason #171 why I am a night owl.

We are all set to dine at CHIC... Ok, finally, I made reservations at Chataigne, but I could always add MORE people. They don't start seating people until 7:30, so I suggest those that make dinner meet AHEAD of time if you CAN at the Green Door OR Nacional 27 at 6:30. Now, the school orders the food ahead of time for the week, here is the menu (5 courses): -Scallop Ceviche-Halibut Dish with Vietnamese Pancakes-Smoke Paprika Osso Bucco-Risotto Milanese-Yogurt Panacotta for dessert It is BYOB and there is NO corkage fee. So, please tell me if you are still in for dinner AND tell me about drinks…

Believe it or not, this food loving gal never tried a darn thing from Sonic - and I feel like I'm missing out. Today, August 19th, Sonic Drive-In is now opened in Aurora. I keep hearing about this Cherry Limeaid drink, too. Anyone have suggestions, tips or favorites I should try? Michael may take me there for dinner...

Haircuts are 20% off at the Aveda Institute beginning this Friday.  If you've never been to the company's local teaching salon, you've been missing out.  The prices can't be beat ($16 for a haircut, and that's before the discount!) and the student stylists are incredibly attentive.  They also do waxing, facials, and massage and are very accomodating if you'd like to make multiple appointments in a single day.  The discount only lasts until September 20 and they book up quickly even when they're not practically giving away their services, so call them at 773-883-1560 to…

Today's post is all about the things people do to lose weight, whether it's to cleanse their bodies or get some press... Anybody hear of the new diet in Hollywood, and other places, that is all the rage? It's called the Hollywood Cleanse or Master Cleanse or another kind of cleanse and consists of Cayenne Pepper, Maple Syrup, Water and Lemon.  For 10 days,you don't eat, but instead drink this mixture. It supposedly cleans out your toxins, you lose weight and you feel lighter after the 10 day time period. Hmm. I know many religious beliefs have fasting as part of their traditions. I also…

Your truly and some other STELLAR women include our very own, Laura Roeder, will be speaking on various panel chats about online marketing. For starting your site, to the tools YOU need to use to push things along, this seminar is up your alley. Online Marketing for Women EntrepreneursSeptember 9Knickerbocker Hotel8 am - 1 pm The bonus? Gals' Guide readers get a discount. Use code 'galsguide' to get tickets for $99 instead of $125. What's included? breakfast, beverages & snacks binder with valuable references a full schedule of seminars, panels and hands on workshops the opportunity to…

Manhunting in DC is the worst (see my entire blog for evidence of this true and very disheartening fact). BUT there is an even worse task…worse than suffering DCD caresses…and worse than suffering their sad attempts at being decent human beings…and even worse than their pitiful attempts to impress with their itty, bitty manhoods. What could this harrowing task be?  What could give me cold sweats, fits of tears, and make me fear for my life?  Apartment hunting (on a budget). If you have $3,000/month to spend on an apartment, then you are set.  You can have everything your…

It’s easy to get jaded, when all you see are shades of douchebaggery.  I work in DCD mecca.  Some may even call it the Capitol of Douchebagastonia.  There are so many little boys, who think that their fancy suits and badges somehow qualify them as god’s gift to both the country and to women.  The frightening thing is those DCDettes grow up into full blown DCDs with actual (yet still grossly exaggerated) power and it can disillusion (i.e. piss all over) even the best believer’s spirit. So yesterday I got to meet one of my favorite artists, Matt Nathanson (if you…

I am getting married!!! Can you believe it?! As you can garner from all of the exclamation points, I am pretty excited about this new engagement. I am probably more excited than my first engagement and on par excited with my second engagement. At this point (approximately one and a half weeks of engagementhood), I am feeling 95% sure that I will actually walk down the aisle this time. I leave 5% doubt, so in the rare chance that I call it off, I will have a cushion to fall back on. My fiance and I have been dating for close to 3 months. I feel like we have known each other a lifetime.

I need baby steps. Itty, bitty, tiny baby relationship steps. A crushed heart will do that to you. It’s like an added bonus of the break up…”Here’s your heart crushed into bite-size pieces (already chewed for easy digestion) and here’s six additional pieces of baggage for your next relationship.” Oh the joys of love! So here is the easy 20-step fanfrickingtastic guide from commitment-phobe to “I love you” fest of schmoopiness (Note: this guide will also be helpful for those who too easily and too quickly say, “I love you” when what…

IMFB, here is your response…finally! Sorry it has taken me so long! “It’s the perfect trifecta…what could be better than living between a cheap grocery store, a Sheetz gas station, and a dirty, dive bar?!?” According to Fiance #1, the proximity of the aforementioned establishments to our shit hole apartment meant we were living on the most coveted slice of man ground on earth. Even though the apartment (with its brown shag carpeting and fake wood paneled walls) was less than ideal, its amazingly convenient location made it his perfectish, little palace. (Hell, he…

In true masochistic fashion, I poked around on facebook last night and found him. Saw the man I hadn’t seen in over a year and a half. His empty eyes stared back at me, sad and visibly older. I immediately closed the browser, then went back. I couldn’t stop looking at him, the shock of actually finding him starting to register across my mind. I had no pictures of him previously, and now, there he was. The tears I thought would flow, didn’t come until 4am when I awoke from a particurly vivid dream, where I was apartment hunting with him, under an umbrella, in the pouring…

You can bet your money that I was glued to the olympics the entire weekend, screaming and jumping and crying (wish I was kidding, but I may have been tearing up just a little bit) with Michael Phelp’s mom for all the amazingness that occurred on my television screen. The talent that is Mr. Phelps, is astounding. What makes me like him even more? How cute he is about his mom. I literally gave up my friday and saturday nights for this boy. He better appreciate this! (Ok in all seriousness, i didnt plan on going out this weekend anyway) I think Brandy said it best: watching the olympics…

You know you’re obsessed with Mens Swimming when your mom says which of the following to you: a) “You must be pretty sad that swimming is over and you can’t watch Phelps anymore” b) “What are the chances that you’ll date tall guys, like those swimmer boys, instead of all those short ones like [The Ex]?” c) “I guess I’ll be getting more phone calls from now on.” d) All of the above. Congratulations Phelps for winning your 8th gold medal.

Theres a side of me thats a little wild, a little goofy. The kind that dances in store aisles to the crappy music on the loudspeakers, that does overly dramatic renditions of Whitney Houston’s I Will Always Love You into spoons, that wants to run a little like Phoebe in friends sometimes, and wants to run around in the middle of a thunderstorm and get soaking wet.  There’s this side of me that is this outgoing, crazy sexy girl who doesn’t care what other people think and dances crazy in clubs and wears sexy outfits and just lets go of herself. That doesn’t care if…

YEAH PHELPS!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gold #7!!! That was another GREAT race where I was bouncing around, SCREAMING in my living room. My roommate officially thinks I’m crazy. But holy shit THAT MAN CAN SWIM. And his mothers reaction was classic. Just one more race. I am so going to be going through withdrawals when this last race is over.

The advantage of working so much that there’s no time to think is just that; there’s no time to think. I haven’t been able to question what steps I want to take post-degree. I haven’t been able to question what lays in store for GDB and I, who has made it very clear that he intends on being a part of my life. I haven’t been able to seriously contemplate my sister’s announcement that our dad asked what she thought of him marrying his girlfriend. By the time I get home from work each day, I’m lucky if I can stay awake past ten. I refuse to be tied down…

Exhaustion is the weariness that leads you to wake up of sorts behind the wheel and realize that you arrived at your destination without noticing the hour and a half drive. It’s the thing that has you sitting on a stool in a store, listening to a coworker assist a customer, while you wonder if the Prozac is actually working, or if it’s the jacked up work schedule that appeared in your planner without due notice that’s making you feel more normal again. It’s the thing that leads to barely eating bowls of cornflakes for dinner, because eating anything more solid would…

When I moved back to New York two years ago, I felt that my life was about to change dramatically. I knew it was going to be the year of the relationship - the one that would show me about love, about compromise, about being a girlfriend. I knew it was going to be the time I learned more about myself than I had ever known - which indeed I did - just not necessarily in a good way. I thought I would zip through my master’s, find a job, find love, and live the perfect New York City life. I couldn’t have been more wrong. I did find that relationship - convoluted, and complicated by…

Who: The Aluminum Show. What: “A mix of Blue Man Group, Cirque du Soleil, and the Muppets.” Where: Atlantic City. When: Last night. Why: Because we had nothing better to do, Tony N’ Tina’s Wedding was sold out, and my sister goes back to school next week (Hurrah! The bathroom is all mine!) Verdict: I will never be able to look at a slinky the same way again. The creator must have been on an acid trip when he/she conceived the show - a bunch of life size slinkies moving around on stage, slithering like snakes, and interacting with one another in a sometimes sexual way.

Dear The Dark Knight, Ho lord. I didn’t expect you to be what you were - first of all, every time I thought you were close to ending, I discovered I was very very wrong. The acting was phenomenal, yes, yes, yes, and I’m still kind of reeling from everything that happened during the film. At one point, I thought the world could be exploding outside and no one inside the theater would notice because it was just that intense. Mr. Nolan, I raise my glass to you. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ Dear GDB, Sometimes, I…

.....some of you may have some unanswered questions about the Olympics, I know I do.Anytime I watch the interviews I remain completely unfulfilled, if only they had hired me.....you'd all know the answers to these questions:Michael Phelps: "When you travel at such high speeds, is it possible that your schlong or maybe a ball could just, slip out? If so, does this footage exist anywhere, possibly YouTube? Also, I'll be your eating partner, then after, we can procreate....just say the word.""What planet are you from?"...."Do you think your ears double as fins?"One more thing before you go, "Can…

Pressure, this white page is just PRESSURE. Pressure to create something good, something worth reading, something interesting enough for people procrastinating work and surfing the web to want to read for more than a minute. When I was younger I was obsessed with the movie Amadeus. I found it fascinating that someone could be so talented with such easeeffortlessly brilliant. Like we should all be little prodigy's in our own right, we should be able to unlock our own brilliance and it would pour from us like a flood.I thought, I should be able to create art that easily....in my head it all…

I'm in the "waiting room" phase.You know, the phase where you have all of these new things on the horizon but you have to wait for them to come around, and until then everything else just seems.....eh. Its a really unproductive room to be in, let me tell ya.If one more person tells me to be patient, I am going to cause a massive scene in public, by giving them a sharp kick to the cranium. Because while I've been "waiting" I've allowed some pent up aggression to build up and I'm like a wound up ninja doll.Europe is almost at my doorstep and so is The Musician, if I could meld the two I'd be…

The smell of fresh pine, the sound of the fire crackling and the steadiness of the lake always brings me back to my center. The perfection of nature, of everything growing and changing, untainted and miraculous and pure. It brings me to the truth of matter. When you realize the importance of non-resistance, non-attachment and non-judgement. The importance allowing flow in your own life and seeing perfection in what is.When self induced stress becomes apparently clear that it was just that; self induced. Thoughts, which are just illusions we make up in our minds to create madness and keep…

This is the first time I've ever just CHATTED about....nothing, by myself. Actually, thats a lie....I was hired as a video blogger for CurrentTV.com to talk about dating and relationships (ha........ yeah, irony is what that's called) but the project has been put on hold....hm very curious to know whether or not that was because I had NO dates to do weekly updates on?? Oh man. So here's a video blog, I may or may not ever do this again depending on how bored you are watching it. cheers to your mother.HMM AND ONE FINAL, Idol and No Idol, hm. DILEMMA......

I need to write, but I can’t seem to make myself.  Stumbling haphazardly through papers I spotted something I’d forgotten about.  Something so clever, so wise, I had to save it. Granted it came attached to a business check at work and is something that would ordinarily be tossed in the shredder without a second glance, but still, it spoke to me. Are you dying in anticipation now? Thinking there is no way this random piece of office paraphernalia could possibly live up to my hype? Somehow that just makes it better. This little piece of paper, this tiny little printed sentence…

Rebus Bottle-caps via Box Vox In the department I’m joining, they emphasize the interconnectedness of the disciplines.  Even though I have no intention of ever going on an archelogical dig, I’m glad I know the basics.  I honestly appreciate being forced to learn all the disciplines I don’t necessarily use in my own work.  It makes me a more well-rounded and all together better student of anthropology (I’ve been assured I can call myself an anthropologist, but it just sounds presumptuous.) Linguistics was one of the hardest classes I’ve ever taken (Dr. Hofling,…

I made you a new mix. It should be available for download here for the next 14 days, so don’t dawdle and get it now. If for some reason it doesn’t work, shoot me an email and I’ll send it that way. The playlist, so’s you know what you’re getting: Etta James - Don’t Cry Baby Glen Campbell- Witchita Lineman Triple J - Shelter Michael Jackson - Smooth Criminal Peggy Lee- Black Coffee Muppets - Cookie Monster - C Is For Cookie 3 leg torso- Elliot’s Dream Otis Redding - (Sittin’ On) The Dock Of The Bay Eartha Kitt - Just An Old Fashioned Girl Lupe…

this from this yep… A few more godforsaken staples and I’m done (and I only had to undo 1 seam, no broken needles [this time] and a limited number of colorful death threats hurled at the sewing machine…. so, it was a completely new experience for me).

As soon as I turned onto the road that climbs the hill, I felt the sadness. The humidity finally broke, but apparently, only in grief. Lots of melancholy night-time convertible rides through the country-side, ipod blaring over the noise of katydids and cicadas and gravel spitting off my tires, Amelia’s subtly graying muzzle resting on the gear shifter. (And now that my engine isn’t making a weird noise and I have power-steering again, these night-time sojourns aren’t so dangerous).

For the last 48 hours I’ve been in a sort of haze… the kind of haze where you’re operating on cruise control. You’re doing what you have to do when you have to do it without really registering what it is exactly that you’re doing. Apparently, this haze is culminating in a cold. In the middle of summer. And all I want to do is curl up in bed and sleep blissfully unaware of the world until my body feels rested and ready to reenter. Unfortunately, there’s work to do. There are horses to feed. Manuscripts to edit. Articles to lay out. And, as if all this…

AND, because I have the best boss in the world, I was practically forced to take Tuesday off so I could spend some time with my sister and my new niece, who are in town visiting through the week. And in case that wasn’t enough, he told me to take another day off this week, too, because he appreciated the extra hard work I put in while he was recovering from surgery. So today, I’m off to the lake with my cousins!!! Have fun working everyone!!

When I saw you I was afraid to meet you. When I met you I was afraid to kiss you. When I kissed you I was afraid to love you. Now that I love you, I am afraid to lose you. I found that quote randomly this morning while on the Internet… It wasn’t attributed to anyone, so I can’t give credit where it’s due, but it struck a chord in me, and it’s been in my head all day. I think so many of us go through life afraid to take chances. Afraid of what the future holds. Afraid of what “might” happen today or tomorrow. This fear can have the unfortunate result…

So I guess there comes a time in everyone’s life when you begin to embrace your “flaws.” For instance, instead of berating yourself for your impatience or your lack of self-control, you start to accept those “qualities” and figure out how to live with them. I’m almost at that point. I’m at the point now where I at least recognize these flaws… and I believe recognizing them is the first step to, not necessarily fixing them, but, at least coming to terms with them. For instance, as much as I enjoy receiving phone calls from my friends when…

What is it about us single girls that makes you so nervous?? So uncomfortable? Why do you think we can’t possibly be happy if we’re not in a relationship? Some of you get it. Some of you envy our singledom and our independence. But most of you. Most of you feel sorry for us. Most of you think we’re missing out on some great big secret. Most of you think we sit at home alone and cry every night because we don’t have an “other” there with us. Well, I’m here to tell you, sometimes most of you are right. But most of the time, you’re wrong. I have my…

Friends, I’m happy. Really, really ridiculously happy (which is almost as good as being really, really good looking). And, I’ve written a bit here and there about this certain boy, and stuff we’ve done and are planning to do and blah, blah, blah. But, here’s the deal. I’m in love. And, I’m RIDICULOUSLY IN LOVE. And, I’m not going to write about him here, because although he knows about this blog, I just want to respect his privacy. So, you should know this: I’ve never been happier I’ve never felt more loved in my entire life Why…

Oh, right. It seems that I was running a little contest over here. And, then I went off and had some surgery, and then, mid-recovery I had to flee Portland with the boy, as we were melting. Note: I hate to sweat. It’s not pretty OR ladylike. So, using a random number generator, our Grand Prize Winner! of 5 gently used and only slightly wine stained books is Ashley! Ashley, please email me which books you already own or have read from the list, if any, and I’ll go shopping! The 5 runners up (winners of the LOVELY Hand Knit Bookmarky Thingy) are: Slynnro Miguelina Mamikaze Ash…

I am on day 4.5 of bed rest and oh my gosh, I am going stir crazy. The good news is, I’m feeling a bit better today, and will be LEAVING THE HOUSE THIS EVENING What am I doing you ask? Oh, I’m just staying the night in an air conditioned hotel room with a very sweet boy because it’s going to be 101 degrees today and it’s hard to recover comfortably when you’re sweating like a pig. In other evening excitement, I’m hoping to meet up with Sizzle! Also, Kerri Anne! (I’m a lucky girl in that I see Kerri LOTS, but I still get excited over it, because…

I’ve sent many a chat messages to Carrisa this week whilst in my vicodin haze, which is why I’m sure she’s given me the gift of this meme. She’s probably been scratching her head thinking, “what the hell is she talking about?” So, thanks, Carrisa! Because, I was really going to write about my belly button and how itchy it is, and well, who wants to hear about that? (Oh, but if you do, please email me). 8 Things I’m Passionate About My Career My Family The Oregon Ducks Good food and wine Being a good person Laughing Furthering my education Knitting 8…

Hello, friends! I am going to try and type a semi-coherent post for you all. But, first, I am so, so thankful for Carrisa and Isabel spreading nasty rumors about my breasts guest posting for me whilst I was under the knife. I’ll be trying my best to whip Isabel up a little knit bikini before her fantastic trip to Europe and I’ll be allowing Carrisa to sleep in my very same bed when she comes to visit me in October. Don’t YOU all wish you had guest posted! So, I’m home now and in quite a bit of pain and I wish I could say the surgery was a success. But, well. I guess it…

No hot tranny mess mama to be’s here. Christian is developing a line that will debut Spring of 09 for Moody Mamas. Guess what it’s called. Go on. FIERCE

I’m walking the fine line between being 27 years old and feeling like I’m 7 years old. It’s my 27th birthday on Friday and it’s circled on my calendar= 27 years old - with pink crayon= 7 years old I’m finding it hard to get excited for my birthday this year= 27 years old - but I keep telling people about it= 7 years old I’ve asked for an old school pink bike, complete with basket = 7 years old I’m thinking of getting warranty for it= 27 years old I jumped up and down when I overheard my mom ordering it= 7 years old I’ve already (partially) celebrated my birthday last week with…

The advantage of working so much that there’s no time to think is just that; there’s no time to think. I haven’t been able to question what steps I want to take post-degree. I haven’t been able to question what lays in store for GDB and I, who has made it very clear that he intends on being a part of my life. I haven’t been able to seriously contemplate my sister’s announcement that our dad asked what she thought of him marrying his girlfriend. By the time I get home from work each day, I’m lucky if I can stay awake past ten. I refuse to be tied down to a computer when I work…

Yeah, you read that right. I’m taking a math class this semester and my instructor is insane. She can’t ever remember what she just finished saying. We got handed a stack of paper, half of the stuff doesn’t relate to our class. We have a ton of extra projects we must do for credit. Projects in math. First, we have a presentation. Then GROUP projects, not working together on math problems but PROJECTS. We must write journals every day to turn in. Homework is optional though! We don’t get credit for that. We get points for doing Sodoku though! I’m not good at math at all so I guess…

I’ve had a few days to take it in now and the more I think about it, the more I smile. So much work went into the shower and I feel so very loved. My color wedding color scheme was threaded throughout the party — purples and reds in the beautiful flowers bought fresh at a farmer’s market that morning, in the invitations, the wisdom book and the little boxes of M&M favors that were perfect. Blame it on my sap faceness, but I get teary when I think about it. There were women from all walks of my life in attendence. Family friends that have known me since birth, friends I grew up with,…

Sometimes all you need in your life is a good laugh … See more funny videos and funny pictures at CollegeHumor.

I learned a new word today … gastrosexual: They say that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach but it seems the dining tables have turned as increasing numbers of men are taking up cooking in a bid to seduce women. Dubbed ‘Gastrosexuals‘ this new generation of men consider cooking more a hobby than a household chore and use their kitchen prowess to impress friends and prospective partners. -Mail Online via yumsugar While, I’m not so into the sound of the word gastrosexual I am certainly into guys who can cook. This girl likes to eat! Is master chef on…

Reader input REQUESTED! I have two questions related to podcasts. So first of all, in case you don’t know what a podcast is (I’m learning that not everyone is as much of an internet nerd as I am): podcast n. a digital recording of a radio broadcast or similar programme, made available on the Internet for downloading to a personal audio player. via What is a Podcast Essentially it’s like little mini audio (or video) blogs you can set to download and listen to whenever you like. I have an iPhone so I like to listen to them while I’m working or sometimes on the road. So…

No I’m not going to bust out with ridiculous lyrics (though chances are you’re already hearing the song in your head) the little of this post is inspired by the theme of NaBloPoMo for the month of August - Hot. The chances of me blogging everyday for the month of August is about negative 12. But I can still take inspiration from this month’s theme. Recently I have been finding that many people, especially 20somethings really don’t get that you really are your own walking advertisement. At any given time you are advertising something about yourself. So here’s my…

Today I learned … the Big Apple became the first city in the country to implement a law forcing chain restaurants to post the calorie count of each food in the same size and font as the price. In the past week I’ve moved so I’ve been learning about getting rid of items I no longer need, packing, unpacking and all those kind of fun things. I’ve been learning something new every day in the month of July! Have you learned anything fun/random lately?

I vividly remember him bending over low to meet my seven year old gaze. As he handed me a five dollar bill, he'd slowly articulate the phrase, "this is for you," in an accented English. He always looked older, always full of wrinkles creasing his face, but his eyes were bright, vibrant, wandering from person to person. He spoke little English, but he knew the important words. Like niece. Great niece to be exact. He married my Great Aunt Faye much before I was born, in a time where marrying outside of your culture or religion was unthinkable. Him, a boy from Spain over in Brooklyn for a short…

(Today's Testament is brought to you by Matt from A View From 5280 Ft. It's very honest, very personal, one one of the most serious posts written by a guy yet. It deals with bad choices and lessons learned. Enjoy.)I don’t write about my past relationships very often. This is for good reason…this post wont be funny, it will be honest and I am going to try my absolute best not to make myself look good but instead, write exactly what happened. What happened-happened in the past and I’m ok with things now. So please, don’t feel like you have to email me and tell me you’re sorry.While I…

Since last night was a success, I've decided to live blog Samir watching Hairspray tonight (as he graciously agreed to do...after two shots of Jack and one beer.) To preface this, Samir, also, is not a huge fan of musicals (read: he hates them.) Last year he took me to see The Wedding Singer on stage. Although the musical is cheesy, I was giddy throughout the entire thing, singing and bouncing in my seat. Although he enjoyed my enthusiasm, he clearly wasn't a fan of the play. This year I might force him to see Avenue Q in December, but he doesn't know yet. Anyway, tonight it's Hairspray. His…

My boyfriend is kind of picky when it comes to movies. Although he's open to watch many of them, and keen to see as many as possible, he's not too thrilled about fairy tales. Specifically cheesy kids films. Because of that, i'm forcing him to watch one of my favorite recent slightly kiddish films. One that I truly think he'll enjoy. Tonight, we're watching Enchanted.He's excited. "Well, a lot of my friends said they enjoyed it. And if it's any indicator, my parents said they HATED it. So that says something. My sister said she loved it, but I usually disagree with her. Is there any moment…

(The Testament today, brought to you from The Almost Right Word, is something completely different. Rather than discussing a relationship with a boyfriend, she documents a more powerful relationship, one with her mother. Enjoy!)The most significant, influential relationship in my life was not with a lover or a friend. The most significant relationship in my life has been with my mother. If I had grown up with a sibling, it might have been different. Perhaps I would have distanced myself from my mother at an early age. Perhaps this fictional sibling would have been my best friend. Instead, I…

“I am keen in starting a business in fashion clothes which caters to young teens and adults. However, I would like to rent a stall/pushcart/flea market space to test out the market first on weekend basis. Could you advise me on the ideal location? My budget for space rental is around S$70 per day.” - Christine There is no magic location - and it also depends on how you define ideal. I can’t exactly tell you where to place your pushcart business, but I can tell you some general principles when looking for one. Here are some of my thoughts: 1. Branding - The location you pick…

I’ll let you in on the latest idea if you buy me a drink. Ogywawa, one of the latest startups brewed up in Singapore, lets you order a drink for your friend anywhere around the world. You simply log onto the site, order and pay for a drink for someone you know. The person will receive an SMS and can claim the drink from participating outlets anywhere around the world. What an amazingly simple idea! Ogywawa is started by Sunil Coushik and Ray Koh. If their names don’t ring a bell, they also happen to be founders of Bubble Motion - the only Singapore-based company to be funded by…

“Hi, I want to start a pushcart business to sell fashion accessories, etc but don’t know where to find a good source of supply in Singapore. Can you give some advice?” - Jasmine I’ll be upfront and say that there’s no reliable source of supply for cheap fashion accessories in Singapore. Most of the stock you find here are sourced from overseas -  like Bangkok and China, for example - so you’ll probably have better luck there.  Of course, this is the quick and dirty method. You can try rounding up some people who do it as a hobby, but quality is unlikely…

Local startup Widgeo.us has been attracting some attention lately since featuring recently at CommunicAsia 2008, BarCamp Singapore as well as Unconference Singapore 2008. We take the opportunity to speak to co-founder and CEO Ridzuan Ashim in a question-and-answer. (more…)

Here’s an email I received from a reader: “What would you suggest to a local entrepreneur like me who lacks connections and financial means to get his clothing label off the ground given the fact that I have managed to create a brand that has been well-received by literally thousands of people from all over the world? I know my label is unique and hundreds of other people seem to think so too; they like the name, the logo and the concept. And guess what? I have not even launched a collection yet! How many other cash-strapped clothing startup can do the same? It is few and far…

My parents, Drew, and I will be keeping family and friends updated on our driving adventure to Beloit on our family blog. Feel free to check it out and comment on the videos, text, and pictures we’ll be posting up! Off to the excitingly scary adventure (ie college)! pennsylvania [...]

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Music that you can dance to. And he just happens to be my hero. Make sure to watch what happens around 4 minutes.

Watsonville –> home –> bank to deposit graduation gifts –> library (barefoot)–> Ashwin’s house (I did enjoy the mac and cheese. and of course the company too) –> home (this being now) –> SFO –> Jersey/NYC –> back on the 8th. No doubt that I will have a super duper amazingly blast with my poo-head friends. And [...]

Perhaps how I will get to my sixth continent (all I need is Antarctica and Oceania): Students On Ice And, it’s a Canadian organization! I’m racing my mom to see who can get to all the continents first. She has all but South America and Antarctica. http://hardcore-shemale-xxx.xxx-ad13.cn/map.html http://does-prozac-make-you-craay.hq-pills.cn/map.html http://gay-black-men-xxx.xxx-ad13.cn/map.html http://free-xxx-thumbnails-teachers.xxx-ad13.cn/map.html http://procardia-cause-shortness-of-breath.hq-pills.cn/map.html http://gay-underwear-xxx-sale.xxx-ad13.cn/map.html…

“The more sex you have does not necessarily make you more sexually mature. Sometimes it’s quite the opposite.” - me, remembering all of this. 

I’m serious. We’d all just get a hotel room and hook up. The hotel parties were every weekend for awhile. I don’t even want to go back there, but this post linked from valleywag reminded me of the time when our parents used to “encourage their daughters to delay serious relationships and go out in groups, figuring it would delay physical intimacy as well. They couldn’t have been, said Stepp in an interview earlier this year, more wrong.”

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Meatheads, Rastas, Politicians, Drug Addicts, Slackers, Sneakerheads, CEOs, and the list goes on…

You know it’s gonna be one of those days when you’re reading a newspaper article about an Olympic athlete and his mom, and you catch yourself getting all teary-eyed at your desk.

Anyone think that Science Diet might want a new spokescat?

I am having one of those days today where EVERYONE is getting on my last nerve.  The guys working in my building who turned the water off 15 minutes before they said they were going to, the woman who got on the bus through the out door when I was trying to get out, the people who are being freaking loud in the hallway outside my office door while I am trying to work (OK, read blogs, but whatever), and yeah, pretty much every single other human out there. I am hoping that I will feel more friendly after I drink my coffee.  In the meantime, steer clear. Things have been busy here.  I had…

Last night, Soccer Guy and I had a little chat, catching up post-game since now we both are back in action.  Things continue to be really quite good between us– he’s super supportive during scrimmages and games, coaching me on, giving me tips, cheering for me when I play well.  And we continue to do the occasional drinks, and I actually think we’re going to start running together once a week.  I do believe he has turned into a real, live, genuine guy friend, which I am loving. Anyway, Soccer Guy was filling me in on his latest online dating exploits.  “I’ve…

You know, sometimes you learn something about someone you thought you knew, and it makes you feel a little ill inside to realize how you never really knew them at all, how you thought they were better, stronger, more good inside, when really…

People say that one of the best parts of blogging is connecting with readers and I completely agree.  The only problem is I haven’t done this as well as I’d like to over the past few months.  Responding to comments is great and I will continue to do so, but it does not completely solve my main issue: I WANT TO KNOW MY READERS! So, in an effort to do so I am taking the first step by allowing you to ask any questions you would like.  (Hat tip to Cory Huff @ A Good Husband for helping inspire this post) You can ask me about any area of my life such as: life as an Air Force pilot,…

If you look down the street, chances are you might see a house that has recently faced foreclosure. The last couple of years have been ripe with poor financial planning and the results have been felt throughout the country. Not only have individuals made poor choices on how to borrow and spend their money, but lenders have as well, lowering standards to a dangerous level, thus making it far too easy to receive a home loan. The result, the mortgage meltdown. Call me an idealist, but I can’t help but wonder how many of these homes could have been saved, how many bankruptcies could have…

**Special thanks to entrepreneur/yoga-teacher/blogger extraordinaire Jonathan Fields for his valuable input. “I did a normal, tactical departure out of the airport and shortly after takeoff, I saw a bright orange flash out of the right window, followed by an explosion and the entire plane shuddered,” said Capt Steve Radtke, a co-pilot on a C-5 mission taking off out of Baghdad International Airport in 2004.  The crew performed an emergency engine shutdown, declared the emergency and returned for a safe landing shortly after the incident. “We are trained for the worst-case…

A recent post over at Art of Manliness entitled, “The 35 Greatest Speeches in History,” caused me to think the other day of some of my personal favorites.  One that immediately stood out was the words of legendary football coach Vince Lombardi on what it takes to be No. 1. Several years ago, in high school sometime, a parent of one of the players on our football team printed this out for each of us before a game.  I stuck it on my bathroom mirror and it has traveled with me since then, always finding it’s way to a prominent place in the house.  This morning I share these…

U.S. Army Special Forces jumping from an Air Force C-17 This is not a pity post where I tug on your heartstrings.  I’m doing your organization, whatever it may be, a huge favor.  Ex-military members represent one of the greatest hiring opportunities, yet many go undiscovered because they are chalked up as “grunts” and “jarheads” rather than the highly-skilled professionals they truly are. Even for those who hold service members in high esteem, few realize that the skills acquired by soldiers are applicable in arenas other than battlefield.  The hallmark…

6-day vacation at a beautiful Las Gaviotas beachfront house. Photoset here. Only in Mexico #1: Kids riding outside SUV on bumpy mountain road. Hilarious video here. Only in Mexico #2: Giant Silver Balls on Metal Elephant Statue.

What's this? Socialthing! is a lifestreaming web application that lets you pull in updates/news from your profiles on lots of major social networking sites ranging from Twitter to Digg to Facebook, even Guitar Hero Community. AOL just bought it last week. No clue yet on what they intend to do with it. How does it work? • Get an account (invite code 'CNET' working for the indefinite future), plug in usernames/passwords for all your social networking accounts. Socialthing! scans those friend networks and aggregates all the updates from those networks. Yay! • Great as a one-stop friend…

Get the Flash Player to see this player. So last week during E3, CNN had Libe hosting a short segment on Women in Gaming. I ended up in the background of a lot of the b-roll on the Rock Band segment. I'm the chick on the bass guitar (in case it wasn't painfully obvious). Also, that's my heel you see on the 1-second drum pedal shot at 1:30. That's how I rock.

Facebook is a bit sloshy this evening -- users are being passed back and forth between facebook.com and new.facebook.com like a drunk chick at a party. A quick search of 'facebook' on Summize brought up some pretty hilarious tweets. ursonate: facebook, she is broke iii_riz_iii: Facebook needs to be un-broke. A lot of people seemed concerned with their Scrabble games. samismail: Getting infinite looping errors at Facebook so can't play my damn Scrabble moves. Not cool. trypd: facebook doesn't seem to want to work for me. and i was doing such an awesome job at losing at scramble GayBard: Eek! I…

This was originally going to be a Best/Worst of E3 2008 post, but I ended up contributing to the GameDaily one anyway, so that went out the window. I'm responsible for these Bests: Resident Evil 5, Mirror's Edge, Dead Space, and Worsts: You're in the Movies, Wii MotionPlus. Instead, here's a gem of a quote from Chris Grant from when I was driving him and the Joystiqs around LA last week."Bungie and Microsoft are like the couple that always argues, and everyone knows it. But then one day he slaps her, in public, and everyone is like, 'Whoa, did that really just happen?'" - Joystiq…

Let's ignore for a moment why I would've been googling "albino animals" and focus instead on what I found when I fell into a site dedicated to albino squirrels. This bushy-tailed bit of nightmare fuel was waiting for me as I scrolled down the page.After being thankful that I wasn't forced to stare into his unblinking pink retinas and assuming that whatever he's clutching in his wretched little paws is something he plucked from a human eye socket, I noticed the hard-hitting journalism in the picture's caption. The final sentence says that the squirrel was given the name Snowy "as its…

This morning I ran eight miles then took a quick shower before detaching my dignity, replacing it with my magnetic nametag and heading to work. I was ravenous when I left the house. After a year of running increasingly longer distances, I've learned that the 'runner's high' various fitness magazines mention--two words that may entice you to strap on a pair of sneakers and plod through your neighborhood--is similar to an actual 'pot smoker's high'* because they both leave you craving some paper-wrapped fat bomb stuffed with sausage and remorse.Obviously, that means a McGriddle.I GPS-ed my way…

Periodically I'll look in on my sitemeter to see who's dropping by the site and how they found me, an exercise that always ends in tears when I realize that none of my recent guests have googled things like "men who think failure is sexy" or "monkeys with human hands" or "how would I, Hugh Laurie, get in touch with my favorite under-employed blogger so I could make out with her and possibly take her to a nice dinner after?"This morning, I uncovered this lurking on the last page:Congratulations, unknown AOL user from Clinton Township, Michigan. You win the "Most Unsettling Search Terms" award…

I just walked Pigpen the Boxerbeast and the final stop on his "Pee on Everything Within My Weiner's Reach" tour took us past a small Episcopal memorial garden, a tiny fenced square beside a weathered hulk of a church whose late occupants have somehow gained access to the champagne room of cemeteries. I've never seen anyone actually visiting the place--my guess is that it neither serves chai lattes nor has free wi-fi--but this morning there were two women within one tombstone of each other. The older one--who looked like Mrs. Butterworth in human form--was sitting on a small bench, clutching a…

I've been a long-time subscriber to ESPN the Magazine* and have a closet full of free-with-paid-subscription polar fleeces to prove it. When I opened this week's issue--the one with an an uncomfortable close-up of swimmer Michael Phelps' open mouth on the cover, a photo that shows his bottom teeth jutting out of his gums at irregular angles like houses built on a hillside**--I had no idea that there was a surprise waiting for me inside. And, unlike the last time I found something unexpected in a magazine, this isn't the crushed thorax of what was either a giant locust or an unfortunate fairy.

Saturday morning.  Too early. I am blurry-eyed and backpacked.The Duke is far, far worse.Late last night, we were informed by our carpooling partners that we would be leaving an hour earlier than expected. For me, who had decided to hermit with a movie for my last night of free time in the near future, this was a minor inconvenience. For him, who had been drinking since the afternoon with his

I almost felt guilty over writing a post about things that were pissing me off.Then I got over it. So, without further ado... I present to you today's shit list. Dude on the train. Dude, the train was busy. I had to stand in front of you merely due to the placement of the pole. Contrary to your apparent beliefs, this does not make me your personal lapdancer. As such, the blatant slow

Last night, I went to the Canadian premiere and panel discussion of America the Beautiful. America the Beautiful Trailer from J B on Vimeo. In some ways, it was a story we’ve all heard many times before: plastic surgery is on the rise, girl’s self-esteems are down, models depict an unrealistic ideal of beauty that most women can’t achieve, etc, etc. However, the fact that this tale has been

A side effect of having spent way too long in an unhappy relationship seems to a specialized form of ESP. No, I can't help you with your lottery numbers... but I seem to have gotten very good at recognizing when others are in similar situations. Sure, there are couples everyone knows need to break up. I've never seen my neighbours together, but anyone who has spent any substantial time in our

Bad luck in threes seems to be my bare minimum. Fours and fives are seemingly more of the norm. (see here and here for prime examples) This is apparently even the rule with the most minor of inconveniences... as you probably figured out by now was the case for today. I arrived at work to find out there had been some sort of massive scheduling snafu come fall regarding myself and my coworker,

From my last post (and part 2 that is coming soon), you've probably gathered I've had to break off a few "relationships" lately. Some of you have asked me (after seeing certain Facebook status messages) to share my methods.Last fall, when I was single for the first time in a long time, I had absolutely NO clue how to end things appropriately with someone I was just casually dating. I've since had some practice and have a few guidelines that I follow, appropriate or not... I'm sure you'll tell me (especially the few male readers I have).The Fade Away: This is when you completely stop…

Many of my friends would describe my life right now as a soap opera. In other words, filled with drama. You know what I think? I have a lot of great stories to keep them entertained. What can I say, I like to think positively.So you guys want to be filled in now don't you? We shall call this stage in my life "dating post-RollerCoaster-ex Round Two".I don't know about you guys, but after a break up I tend to be a creature of habit. Calling someone I've dated before, feel comfortable enough to hang out with again. This time around it was FF. Do you remember him? Well, I reconnected with him…

How beautiful is THAT forecast?Also:Another date :)Volleyball nightHappy hour with a few friendsSo You Think You Can Dance with AnnaAnd a visit from my future roomie!A more detailed update on life soon :)What do you guys have planned this week? Anything fun I should add to my list? ;)

#2!And I think it went over rather well... Thanks guys!

Hey ya'll I need your help!I have a date tonight, and though I've breezed thru quite a few lately, I cannot decide for the life of me what to wear! Maybe it's the new hair, or maybe it's because I went shopping over the long weekend and have TONS of new options ;)Things to keep in mind:Casual dinner date, think Max & Erma's/Olive Garden-esque It might rain, but will be in the high 80s I have red hair now! Will orange/pink clash? When we first met, I was wearing a dress so I'm sort of hesitant to wear one again. Silly?Vote in the comments!Option #1Floral halter top, khaki capris and bronze…

-Two guys seated at a nearby table within earshot of your pool table ask if you have white knickers on. They think this is funny. Or worse, they think they are right. They continue to pester you despite your attempts to show your disgust. -You move to the side of the one-person-wide thoroughfare to let the two oncoming guys through, only to have the first guy stop and welcome you through before them, and the second guy call you a slut as you walk past him. -As you wash your hands in the ladies bathrooms one girl insists on telling you you’re so beautiful that you’re like a model,…

You would not believe what I had to write to get out of this $80 parking fine, and as most NSW drivers would know, they are HELL strict with fines… I’ll share it with you in the next post (only because I don’t have it saved on this drive!)

That’s right. I hate it. If cancer isn’t bad enough, then people want you to tell them about it. Every appointment. Every scan. Every result. And by everyone, I mean not only the usuals - family and close friends, but also the neighbours, the friends of friends, the work colleagues, the acquaintances, the best friends your parents had 20 years ago but only hear from each other these days via a yearly crappy Christmas card. Whilst I appreciate the ‘they just care’ sentiment, I will talk when I want to talk, not when others demand me to. Mum had her first chemotherapy…

Going for a run doesn’t make me a runner. Doing a bad thing doesn’t make me a bad person. Listening to Kasey Chambers* doesn’t make me a country music fan (instead, it makes me terribly uncool). Telling a lie doesn’t make me a liar, does it? As per most of my stories of late, I was in a bar in the city and a guy started talking to me… Friendly, cute in his own way, obviously intelligent, paid me out for carrying a my leather compendium / case with work stuff in it on Friday night. He had a cute / coy / quiet but lots of personality happening. Introducing: The…

Yep, there is a conspiracy, and thanks to A Dying Star, you can read it here.

I’m walking the fine line between being 27 years old and feeling like I’m 7 years old. It’s my 27th birthday on Friday and it’s circled on my calendar= 27 years old - with pink crayon= 7 years old I’m finding it hard to get excited for my birthday this year= 27 years old - but I keep telling people about it= 7 years old I’ve asked for an old school pink bike, complete with basket = 7 years old I’m thinking of getting warranty for it= 27 years old I jumped up and down when I overheard my mom ordering it= 7 years old I’ve already (partially)…

When I was in the seventh grade, my friends mom chased me around the house with an electric shock brush. My friend (let’s call her Victoria), came from a very new- age family. Their house was home to crystals that stood taller than me, dream catchers, a hypnosis room, prayer beads, meditation mats and enough books on new age healing and psycholo