...in love.
I can barely keep my internet connection with all this cruddy weather, but I had to share this movie quote I heard tonight. *Note: I know I am waaaay behind on reading everyone's blogs...I'll get caught up, I promise...when I can keep an internet connection for more than 5 minutes at a time (unnerving).
Anyway, most of my T.V. stations were out tonight, so I watched Turner Classic Movies. I love old movies--I'm always amazed how there seems to be an endless supply of old movies I haven't seen.
Tonight, they were on a "revenge" theme...woman scorned--that kind of thing. After The Heiress, starring Olivia de Havilland (excellent movie), they aired a film I had never even heard of: The Lady Eve, starring Barbara Stanwyck and Henry Fonda. I suppose you would call it a romantic comedy.
There was one line in particular that really had me laughing: Barbara Stanwyck, scorned and in love, decides she needs to see her true love again for reasons I won't reveal, just in case you want to see the film one day. Though her father tries to deter her, she says:
"I need him like the ax needs the turkey." Of course, Barbara delivers the line beautifully.
Classic.
What kind of ax is she? The charming kind, of course--she didn't need a blade when she had wit and grace...that turkey didn't stand a chance. The ending was adorable...and, yes, they live happily ever after. If you haven't seen The Lady Eve, definitely give it a try--it's a classic.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Mean Magnifier Returns
The Mean Magnifier's resurgence is the primary reason for my last post, featuring my new very favorite song, King of Anything. If you haven't read about The Mean Magnifier, please check her out here--warning: you might want to slap her: The Mean Magnifier
You know that feeling--when you're actually having a good day...sun is shining, air is fresh, you're sporting a new outfit and matching handbag--things are good...you feel oh-so-spiffy. Does that feeling ever last? Nah, not when Mean Magnifier is on the prowl.
"Hun! Hun! So good to see you--it's been too long," screeches Mean Magnifier, wrapping her way-too-long nails around my shoulders. "How have you been? You look precious--look at you! Like a little baby!"
Peachy. "Doing really well. How are you?" Like I need to ask.
"Oh, everything is perfect, as always. My kids love school and my hubby makes me breakfast in bed every weekend. I guess he figures I'm worn out, if you know what I mean...well, I guess you don't really know what I mean. But, I'm sure you will one day...maybe."
I swear, she's the exorcist kid.
"Now, I heard about (the one that wasn't). That must have been a shock for you, poor thing. You were really counting on him, weren't you? Now he's left you out in the cold...and for an older woman of all things," she says, laughing.
Any minute her head is going to start spinning.
"I had actually moved on from him quite a while ago."
"Of course you did," she said, much like Rita Skeeter when she interviewed Harry in Goblet of Fire. "Well, I have the perfect man for you. He's handsome, successful, everything you would want. I even told him about you, and he was very interested. Are you interested?"
Maybe her head won't spin after all. "Well, sure, why not?"
"Wonderful! I knew you would be...oh...wait...one little problem...he's not thrilled you are a virgin."
"You told him?"
"Well, hun, you would've had to tell him eventually of your chosen situation," she said, condescendingly.
Any second her head will be zippin' around that bony little neck of hers.
"Yes, I suppose that's true, but it is my thing to tell."
Waving her hands she continues, "Anyway, it really took the wind out of his sails, if you know what I mean. He just wasn't into it."
"Hmm, that's interesting, really," I said.
"Why is that, hun?"
"Because most men get seriously turned on by it."
And that, my friends, is how you put Mean Magnifier in her place without her really realizing it. I made my escape, leaving her completely gobsmacked. It's not my normal practice to toss out a zinger of that magnitude, but she had just taken things too far--and it's not the first time.
"Let me hold your crown..."
You know that feeling--when you're actually having a good day...sun is shining, air is fresh, you're sporting a new outfit and matching handbag--things are good...you feel oh-so-spiffy. Does that feeling ever last? Nah, not when Mean Magnifier is on the prowl.
"Hun! Hun! So good to see you--it's been too long," screeches Mean Magnifier, wrapping her way-too-long nails around my shoulders. "How have you been? You look precious--look at you! Like a little baby!"
Peachy. "Doing really well. How are you?" Like I need to ask.
"Oh, everything is perfect, as always. My kids love school and my hubby makes me breakfast in bed every weekend. I guess he figures I'm worn out, if you know what I mean...well, I guess you don't really know what I mean. But, I'm sure you will one day...maybe."
I swear, she's the exorcist kid.
"Now, I heard about (the one that wasn't). That must have been a shock for you, poor thing. You were really counting on him, weren't you? Now he's left you out in the cold...and for an older woman of all things," she says, laughing.
Any minute her head is going to start spinning.
"I had actually moved on from him quite a while ago."
"Of course you did," she said, much like Rita Skeeter when she interviewed Harry in Goblet of Fire. "Well, I have the perfect man for you. He's handsome, successful, everything you would want. I even told him about you, and he was very interested. Are you interested?"
Maybe her head won't spin after all. "Well, sure, why not?"
"Wonderful! I knew you would be...oh...wait...one little problem...he's not thrilled you are a virgin."
"You told him?"
"Well, hun, you would've had to tell him eventually of your chosen situation," she said, condescendingly.
Any second her head will be zippin' around that bony little neck of hers.
"Yes, I suppose that's true, but it is my thing to tell."
Waving her hands she continues, "Anyway, it really took the wind out of his sails, if you know what I mean. He just wasn't into it."
"Hmm, that's interesting, really," I said.
"Why is that, hun?"
"Because most men get seriously turned on by it."
And that, my friends, is how you put Mean Magnifier in her place without her really realizing it. I made my escape, leaving her completely gobsmacked. It's not my normal practice to toss out a zinger of that magnitude, but she had just taken things too far--and it's not the first time.
"Let me hold your crown..."
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
One Lovely Blog Award Winner!!!
My week started with a truly awesome surprise: One Lovely Blog Award from the wonderfully kind Me, Myself, & I .
In order to accept this award, I need to do the following:
1. Give Credit to the person who bestowed it and post a link to their blog: Me, Myself, & I: You are truly a treasure, thank you so very much for thinking of my blog. It means so much.
2. Pass the award on to 10 new blogs you have discovered
3. Contact the recipients and let them know.
Here are the 10 blogs I have chosen for this award (I'm trying to pick different blogs from those who have already received this one, just to spread the love):
1. Alessandra
2. Average Girl
3. Aunt of 14
4. R.R. Jones
5. Jen (Ink drops)
6. George Wells
7. Miss Innocent
8. Annie
9. Rebekah
10. Queen
Frankly, I pass this award to everyone following my 'lil blog--you all are amazing and special. :o)
In order to accept this award, I need to do the following:
1. Give Credit to the person who bestowed it and post a link to their blog: Me, Myself, & I: You are truly a treasure, thank you so very much for thinking of my blog. It means so much.
2. Pass the award on to 10 new blogs you have discovered
3. Contact the recipients and let them know.
Here are the 10 blogs I have chosen for this award (I'm trying to pick different blogs from those who have already received this one, just to spread the love):
1. Alessandra
2. Average Girl
3. Aunt of 14
4. R.R. Jones
5. Jen (Ink drops)
6. George Wells
7. Miss Innocent
8. Annie
9. Rebekah
10. Queen
Frankly, I pass this award to everyone following my 'lil blog--you all are amazing and special. :o)
Monday, September 27, 2010
Oh, So THAT'S Why I'm Different...
Gobsmacked girl: "You've seriously never done that?"
Me: "Seriously, I never have."
Startled girl: "Every girl has done it."
Me: "Maybe not every girl."
Startled girl: "Clearly."
Gobsmacked girl: "So, you have NEVER screamed and fawned over a celebrity? Seriously? Never? Not even when you were little or a preteen or a teenager?"
Me: "No, never, not even when I was little, preteen, or teen."
Gobsmacked girl & Startled girl: "That's so weird. Every girl has gone ape over a celebrity or an athlete."
A guy I used to know told me about a girl (over 25 years of age) he dated who went gaga over Bon Jovi--like date-ruining gaga.
Here's the deal: Celebrities are people, just like you and me. They go to the bathroom, get gas, get colds & snotty noses, puke, pop zits, and every other embarrassing HUMAN thing.
Little story: Went to see Whitney Houston in concert back when she could still sing (before the erratic behavior). We had orchestra seats--we were so close, I could see if she had white powder around her nose (she didn't). Her opening act was a group called 112. When they started singing Anywhere, these scantily clad girls next to me started screaming, throwing their hands in the air, and jumping up and down. I was nearly knocked out by a flailing boob.
While dodging wild arms and narrowly escaping the flying breasts, I subtly grooved to the music, when one of the leads walked across stage, pointed to me, and started singing some, um, suggestive lyrics (the part about she's calling me...that's all I can remember, aside from blushing intensely). An odd lack of screams caught my attention: the previously attention-seeking girls next to me looked like they were going to crush me; the look in their eyes was borderline mad. I was fairly alarmed.
Moral of the story: Maybe the band member saw me because I was actually listening to the music and appreciating it, rather than screaming my fool head off, trying to get the guys on stage to show me attention. Maybe, just maybe, some celebrities actually prefer being treated like human beings, rather than fish in a tank that people point and gawk at...just saying.
Apparently, my lacking need to scream and fawn over celebrities makes me different. Fine by me. Now, that's not to say I wouldn't blush a little or have some sort of hormonal reaction if I ever met Johnny Depp...but those are purely biological reactions to rather effective stimulation.
Me: "Seriously, I never have."
Startled girl: "Every girl has done it."
Me: "Maybe not every girl."
Startled girl: "Clearly."
Gobsmacked girl: "So, you have NEVER screamed and fawned over a celebrity? Seriously? Never? Not even when you were little or a preteen or a teenager?"
Me: "No, never, not even when I was little, preteen, or teen."
Gobsmacked girl & Startled girl: "That's so weird. Every girl has gone ape over a celebrity or an athlete."
A guy I used to know told me about a girl (over 25 years of age) he dated who went gaga over Bon Jovi--like date-ruining gaga.
Here's the deal: Celebrities are people, just like you and me. They go to the bathroom, get gas, get colds & snotty noses, puke, pop zits, and every other embarrassing HUMAN thing.
Little story: Went to see Whitney Houston in concert back when she could still sing (before the erratic behavior). We had orchestra seats--we were so close, I could see if she had white powder around her nose (she didn't). Her opening act was a group called 112. When they started singing Anywhere, these scantily clad girls next to me started screaming, throwing their hands in the air, and jumping up and down. I was nearly knocked out by a flailing boob.
While dodging wild arms and narrowly escaping the flying breasts, I subtly grooved to the music, when one of the leads walked across stage, pointed to me, and started singing some, um, suggestive lyrics (the part about she's calling me...that's all I can remember, aside from blushing intensely). An odd lack of screams caught my attention: the previously attention-seeking girls next to me looked like they were going to crush me; the look in their eyes was borderline mad. I was fairly alarmed.
Moral of the story: Maybe the band member saw me because I was actually listening to the music and appreciating it, rather than screaming my fool head off, trying to get the guys on stage to show me attention. Maybe, just maybe, some celebrities actually prefer being treated like human beings, rather than fish in a tank that people point and gawk at...just saying.
Apparently, my lacking need to scream and fawn over celebrities makes me different. Fine by me. Now, that's not to say I wouldn't blush a little or have some sort of hormonal reaction if I ever met Johnny Depp...but those are purely biological reactions to rather effective stimulation.
My Cowboys WIN!!! FINALLY!!!!
Hurray!!! No depression, no mourning period necessary! No Tylenol followed by Advil when the Tylenol doesn't cut it. Nope, not this weekend. Why? Because my Cowboys looked like the team they can be and handled the Houston Texans, winning convincingly.
Let's keep it goin' 'Boys!
Makeup Magic Monday: Laura Mercier Loose Powder
Do you want your skin to look like pure velvet or silk? Laura Mercier Loose Setting Powder is by far the best I have ever tried. I discovered it years ago (while reading an article about Julia Roberts, who apparently swore by the stuff) and have never turned back. Just a dab will set your makeup all day without making you look cake-y or overly made up. Throughout the day, your skin will still retain that dewy, fresh look (if it gets on the oily side, just re-touch with the puff only or use a blot powder that doesn't add makeup, like M.A.C.). Oh, and it lasts FOREVER.
Laura Mercier Loose Setting Powder can be purchased at Neiman Marcus, Sephora, Nordtsrom. $34
Laura Mercier Loose Setting Powder can be purchased at Neiman Marcus, Sephora, Nordtsrom. $34
Friday, September 24, 2010
Friday's Celebrity Frisky Virgin: Susan Boyle
People tease this woman mercilessly, which is so sad, especially considering she seems to be a truly, genuinely good human being--something people seem to take for granted these days. Oh, and did I mention she can sing like an angel? Susan, 49, has stated she is still a virgin. I don't know if she is looking for love or if she is content living just as she is, but whatever she wishes, I hope everything comes true for her.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Harry Potter: The New Deathly Hallows Trailer!
Tonight, the final teaser trailer to Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part I premiered online. If you thought the first trailer was good, take a look at this one. I can't believe it is all coming to an end--at least the magic will forever live on...
What If Wednesday: What If He Uses You?
Friend: What if you do all this waiting just to fall for a guy who will use you, mark a notch on his bedpost, and leave you high and dry?
Can't say I haven't thought about it. There are plenty of men out there who would look at me as some sort of challenge or conquest--"who's gonna lay the virgin?"
Usually, I can smell a line of B.S. a mile away, but my mom worries I will come across a slick-smooth-talker.
So what do I do? I already struggle with trusting someone with my heart, but having to worry about whether or not this man is going to use me is, admittedly, a little stressful.
If I dwell on the possibility of being used, I will never open up to the possibility of finding love. That's the truth of it. Suppose I could just make him put a ring on it, which would be the ideal happy ending/happy beginning. ;) Ah, but that's a topic for another day...
For the purposes of this post, let's answer the questions: What will I do if a guy uses me? Will I let him break me? Will I fall apart? Will I live with regret?
If a man does chose to use me, and I fall blindly victim to his antics, then shame on him. He will have to live with it and face a higher justice one day. Remember the golden rule? Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
Will I let him break me or fall apart: Unequivocally, no. He may wound my heart, but he will never break me; all I need to do is look at everything my ancestors had to endure and overcome to survive...a broken heart will not break my soul.
Will I live with regret: Honestly, I can't answer this one. I would hope not...
What do you think? Are most men just in it for the conquest?
Can't say I haven't thought about it. There are plenty of men out there who would look at me as some sort of challenge or conquest--"who's gonna lay the virgin?"
Usually, I can smell a line of B.S. a mile away, but my mom worries I will come across a slick-smooth-talker.
So what do I do? I already struggle with trusting someone with my heart, but having to worry about whether or not this man is going to use me is, admittedly, a little stressful.
If I dwell on the possibility of being used, I will never open up to the possibility of finding love. That's the truth of it. Suppose I could just make him put a ring on it, which would be the ideal happy ending/happy beginning. ;) Ah, but that's a topic for another day...
For the purposes of this post, let's answer the questions: What will I do if a guy uses me? Will I let him break me? Will I fall apart? Will I live with regret?
If a man does chose to use me, and I fall blindly victim to his antics, then shame on him. He will have to live with it and face a higher justice one day. Remember the golden rule? Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
Will I let him break me or fall apart: Unequivocally, no. He may wound my heart, but he will never break me; all I need to do is look at everything my ancestors had to endure and overcome to survive...a broken heart will not break my soul.
Will I live with regret: Honestly, I can't answer this one. I would hope not...
What do you think? Are most men just in it for the conquest?
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
No True Blood Tuesday....so....
...here is the first sort-of supernatural story to help us ease from True Blood Tuesday to no True Blood Tuesday.
Not too long ago, a man I hardly knew asked me the following question: "What are you?"
Now, if you are a fan of the True Blood series, you might recognize that question. In my case, the man was not a Bill-type, dang it...and it wasn't at night, so I definitely didn't uncover some mythological realm roaming amongst us lowly humans.
Me, a little perplexed by his question: "Um, well, I'm a girl..."
Him: "No, I mean, are you for real?"
Me, utterly perplexed: "Um, yes...I mean, I'm me. I'm just me...who I am...if that's what you're asking. If I may, did I walk into some alternate universe where girls are a rare species or something because you're kinda creeping me out right now?"
Him, smiling: "Sorry, it's just...there's something different about you."
Me, thinking: Dear God, am I unwittingly flashing my virginity? Am I virgin flasher? Should I just throw on a trench coat, rock a pair of Manolos, and let it all out? Gah!
Me, clearing my throat: "I'm sorry, but...huh?"
Him: "Can't quite put my finger on it...whatever it is, it's a good thing."
Me: "Oh, um, thank you...I think." So, there's an it about me and that's a good thing. Hmm. Not sure I'm loving the word choice. Still, I'm sure he meant well.
Okay, not so much supernatural, but it did get me thinking: Can some men sense a virgin? Am I unknowingly wearing it like a designer label (yeah, maybe some wouldn't see it as a designer label, but, you know, I gotta give myself something positive, right? And it's not like it's a common label...it's a little more exclusive, right? Hence, designer label.).
Oooh, can I claim it as a superpower?!?!?! I'm totally in the bright side, positive-thinking mode today...pretty soon I'm going to annoy the crud outta myself.
Not too long ago, a man I hardly knew asked me the following question: "What are you?"
Now, if you are a fan of the True Blood series, you might recognize that question. In my case, the man was not a Bill-type, dang it...and it wasn't at night, so I definitely didn't uncover some mythological realm roaming amongst us lowly humans.
Me, a little perplexed by his question: "Um, well, I'm a girl..."
Him: "No, I mean, are you for real?"
Me, utterly perplexed: "Um, yes...I mean, I'm me. I'm just me...who I am...if that's what you're asking. If I may, did I walk into some alternate universe where girls are a rare species or something because you're kinda creeping me out right now?"
Him, smiling: "Sorry, it's just...there's something different about you."
Me, thinking: Dear God, am I unwittingly flashing my virginity? Am I virgin flasher? Should I just throw on a trench coat, rock a pair of Manolos, and let it all out? Gah!
Me, clearing my throat: "I'm sorry, but...huh?"
Him: "Can't quite put my finger on it...whatever it is, it's a good thing."
Me: "Oh, um, thank you...I think." So, there's an it about me and that's a good thing. Hmm. Not sure I'm loving the word choice. Still, I'm sure he meant well.
Okay, not so much supernatural, but it did get me thinking: Can some men sense a virgin? Am I unknowingly wearing it like a designer label (yeah, maybe some wouldn't see it as a designer label, but, you know, I gotta give myself something positive, right? And it's not like it's a common label...it's a little more exclusive, right? Hence, designer label.).
Oooh, can I claim it as a superpower?!?!?! I'm totally in the bright side, positive-thinking mode today...pretty soon I'm going to annoy the crud outta myself.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Makeup Magic Monday: Zit Zapper!!
We've all had them--those pesky little numbers that pop up out of nowhere. When you do get one, don't panic...just grab a tube of Acne Free Terminator to keep on the shelf for times when stress (or raging hormones) gives you a zit.
This stuff works. As females, we know that certain times of the month can give us a pimple (dang those hormones!). Rather than wait for the sucker to go away, slather this stuff on in the morning and at night before going to bed (just give it enough time to dry). You'll notice a marked change in that zit within a day, maybe less.
I keep this stuff on the shelf for emergency zit-usage. It's really fabulous. Another big plus? It's only about $5 at Target.
*NOTE: could cause drying/peeling. I find that using a moisturizer and gently buffing with a warm cloth helps with any drying that may occur.
This stuff works. As females, we know that certain times of the month can give us a pimple (dang those hormones!). Rather than wait for the sucker to go away, slather this stuff on in the morning and at night before going to bed (just give it enough time to dry). You'll notice a marked change in that zit within a day, maybe less.
I keep this stuff on the shelf for emergency zit-usage. It's really fabulous. Another big plus? It's only about $5 at Target.
*NOTE: could cause drying/peeling. I find that using a moisturizer and gently buffing with a warm cloth helps with any drying that may occur.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Dallas Cowboys Lose Again , But Dale Jr. Finishes 4th
I love my Dallas Cowboys. I always will love my Dallas Cowboys. Having said that, I am utterly disgusted with the start to this season.
Ugh, I need Tylenol.
My conclusions:
1. Poor play calling: Predictable. I'm a girl, sitting at home, watching the game on t.v., and I can tell you the play before it happens. There isn't that spark; there isn't any gutsy play calling. It's vanilla. Plain. Boring. Has Garrett lost his edge? Did he ever an edge or was his first season a fluke?
2. Red Zone Freeze: Even when they drive it down field, they seem to lock up in the red zone. For whatever reason, the plays that got them to the red zone are not getting them into the end zone. Mix it up! This team has so many options...it's literally nonsensical that they can't get touchdowns.
3. Missed field goals: Had Buehler made the field goal, we would have had a tie football game...and a chance to win.
4. Tony Romo's inconsistency: Many Dallas fans are split right down the middle on their feelings for Tony Romo--some love him, some hate him. I don't hate the guy--I'm just not sure he's the answer. I don't think he's a bad quarterback; I just don't feel comfortable with him. For me, it's about consistency. Today, I saw low passes, short passes, passes behind his receivers, etc. While watching, I'm wishing Troy could run down from the booth and onto the field. If I felt 100% about my QB, I wouldn't wish for my former QB (who I always felt 100% about). I was watching Cutler making passes left and right, and I wished he had a star on his helmet. That's not good. Not that Romo didn't try--he did drive us down field and had to watch Roy Williams cough it up. His two interceptions bounced off receivers' hands and into defenders eager paws. Still, I don't feel comfortable with him. And yes, I've seen Romo's stats. But, here's the thing about stats: they look fabulous on paper, but if they do not produce results off the paper, what's their worth, really?
5. Missed opportunities. I don't think there is a need to say more.
Note: Jason Witten wobbled off the field, clearly woozy after a tough hit (the back of his head struck the turf). He wasn't allowed to go back out on the field for the remainder of the game, but that didn't keep him from showing just how much he cares about his football team: Jason passionately and repeatedly tried to get back in the game. Bless him. His health is more important, but it was endearing to see him so ready to go back in and help the team.
God help me, I love my Cowboys, but watching this wasted talent is literally painful.
Forget Tylenol, I need Advil.
NASCAR: There is a silver lining to another Cowboys loss--Dale finished 4th today after starting way back in the pack (around 31st or 32nd). This is what I hoped for him: he has enough stress and pressure to deal with on a regular basis, but without the chase to worry about, he (and his team) can just dig in and go for wins and/or top 5 finishes. Way to go, Dale--really great driving!
Ugh, I need Tylenol.
My conclusions:
1. Poor play calling: Predictable. I'm a girl, sitting at home, watching the game on t.v., and I can tell you the play before it happens. There isn't that spark; there isn't any gutsy play calling. It's vanilla. Plain. Boring. Has Garrett lost his edge? Did he ever an edge or was his first season a fluke?
2. Red Zone Freeze: Even when they drive it down field, they seem to lock up in the red zone. For whatever reason, the plays that got them to the red zone are not getting them into the end zone. Mix it up! This team has so many options...it's literally nonsensical that they can't get touchdowns.
3. Missed field goals: Had Buehler made the field goal, we would have had a tie football game...and a chance to win.
4. Tony Romo's inconsistency: Many Dallas fans are split right down the middle on their feelings for Tony Romo--some love him, some hate him. I don't hate the guy--I'm just not sure he's the answer. I don't think he's a bad quarterback; I just don't feel comfortable with him. For me, it's about consistency. Today, I saw low passes, short passes, passes behind his receivers, etc. While watching, I'm wishing Troy could run down from the booth and onto the field. If I felt 100% about my QB, I wouldn't wish for my former QB (who I always felt 100% about). I was watching Cutler making passes left and right, and I wished he had a star on his helmet. That's not good. Not that Romo didn't try--he did drive us down field and had to watch Roy Williams cough it up. His two interceptions bounced off receivers' hands and into defenders eager paws. Still, I don't feel comfortable with him. And yes, I've seen Romo's stats. But, here's the thing about stats: they look fabulous on paper, but if they do not produce results off the paper, what's their worth, really?
5. Missed opportunities. I don't think there is a need to say more.
Note: Jason Witten wobbled off the field, clearly woozy after a tough hit (the back of his head struck the turf). He wasn't allowed to go back out on the field for the remainder of the game, but that didn't keep him from showing just how much he cares about his football team: Jason passionately and repeatedly tried to get back in the game. Bless him. His health is more important, but it was endearing to see him so ready to go back in and help the team.
God help me, I love my Cowboys, but watching this wasted talent is literally painful.
Forget Tylenol, I need Advil.
NASCAR: There is a silver lining to another Cowboys loss--Dale finished 4th today after starting way back in the pack (around 31st or 32nd). This is what I hoped for him: he has enough stress and pressure to deal with on a regular basis, but without the chase to worry about, he (and his team) can just dig in and go for wins and/or top 5 finishes. Way to go, Dale--really great driving!
Friday, September 17, 2010
Push-Pull, Pull-Push
There should be a warning sign for impending stupidity, particularly when it is about to occur in front of people (translation: men). My recent trip down I'm An A** Ave. should not have been a surprise; after all, I have the uncanny ability to unwittingly succumb to fate's farts at the most unfortunate times.
While leaving a store I have left numerous times, I encountered....wait for it...a door. Shock. Anyway, the label on the door said PUSH. I pushed; it didn't budge. I pushed a second time; again, it didn't move. Okay, is there some trick to pushing the thing, I wondered. I carefully pointed to each letter and spelled the word: P-U-S-H. I weakly tried again. Nuthin'. Son of a b. Determined to beat said stubborn door, I stood in a lunge-like stance, stuck my butt out, placed both hands on the bar, leaned into it, and shoved with all my might.
Nothing. Not even an inch.
Utterly perplexed, my brain inexplicably decided I shouldn't trust the PUSH label: Hmm, maybe I should pull. As I reached to "pull," a man behind me said, "Maybe it's locked." Huh, never thought of that. I mean, the other door is for incoming traffic, right?
It was locked--would explain why it wasn't moving. In my defense, I hadn't slept and trusted the PUSH sign. I mean, if it says PUSH, should it not PUSH?
The man opened the other door, laughing.
"Thanks," I said, giggling at myself. I mean, I just had to laugh--the whole scene must have been hilarious.
I heard someone mutter the word "cute," which was little consolation considering I felt like I had Dumb A** plastered in neon on my forehead.
I have my moments.
While leaving a store I have left numerous times, I encountered....wait for it...a door. Shock. Anyway, the label on the door said PUSH. I pushed; it didn't budge. I pushed a second time; again, it didn't move. Okay, is there some trick to pushing the thing, I wondered. I carefully pointed to each letter and spelled the word: P-U-S-H. I weakly tried again. Nuthin'. Son of a b. Determined to beat said stubborn door, I stood in a lunge-like stance, stuck my butt out, placed both hands on the bar, leaned into it, and shoved with all my might.
Nothing. Not even an inch.
Utterly perplexed, my brain inexplicably decided I shouldn't trust the PUSH label: Hmm, maybe I should pull. As I reached to "pull," a man behind me said, "Maybe it's locked." Huh, never thought of that. I mean, the other door is for incoming traffic, right?
It was locked--would explain why it wasn't moving. In my defense, I hadn't slept and trusted the PUSH sign. I mean, if it says PUSH, should it not PUSH?
The man opened the other door, laughing.
"Thanks," I said, giggling at myself. I mean, I just had to laugh--the whole scene must have been hilarious.
I heard someone mutter the word "cute," which was little consolation considering I felt like I had Dumb A** plastered in neon on my forehead.
I have my moments.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Tag, Now You're It!
Okay, I wanted to give y'all a chance to let me know who wanted to answer a set of tag questions. Three of you are it! If anyone else wants to play along, please feel free to answer the questions below. :)
Tagged:
1. Jenna at Renewed Day By Day
2. Cinderita
3. Suzanne
4. Alex's Blogging Life
Okay, here we go with 7 (hopefully fun) questions from me:
1. Do you believe in fate? Why or why not?
2. If you could marry/date a supernatural being/superhero, who/what would it be and why?
3. Which one: Harry Potter or Twilight? Why?
4. Are you a morning person or a night owl?
5. You have three wishes that will come true. What are they?
6. What is your favorite: a. Classic film; b. Romantic comedy film; c. Fantasy film; and d. Animated film
7. What is your favorite kind of music?
Tagged:
1. Jenna at Renewed Day By Day
2. Cinderita
3. Suzanne
4. Alex's Blogging Life
Okay, here we go with 7 (hopefully fun) questions from me:
1. Do you believe in fate? Why or why not?
2. If you could marry/date a supernatural being/superhero, who/what would it be and why?
3. Which one: Harry Potter or Twilight? Why?
4. Are you a morning person or a night owl?
5. You have three wishes that will come true. What are they?
6. What is your favorite: a. Classic film; b. Romantic comedy film; c. Fantasy film; and d. Animated film
7. What is your favorite kind of music?
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Tag, I'm it!
Queen of the rant tagged me, so here we go with some questions!!! I'm kinda looking forward to this one!
Here are the questions posed by Queen:
1. What is your favorite day of the week? Friday. Not only is it the end of the week, but it's also the start of a weekend filled with NASCAR and football. :)
2. Cats or Dogs? I love both, but I've always had dogs and I absolutely adore them. I just love animals in general, though.
3. If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go and why? Okay, don't laugh...Cowboys Stadium. I know, I know, but I've never seen my Cowboys play and I would love to see them in their new home. *hides head to dodge tomatoes*
4. If you could have one super power, what would it be? The power of invisibility. Wait. I clearly already have it.
5. When you were younger, what did you dream of being when you grew up? This one is two-fold. From a very young age, I knew I wanted to help people, whether it was to make them laugh or just be a shoulder to cry on. I used to write letters to Santa Claus and ask for him to bring presents to children in underdeveloped countries, even if it meant skipping my house. Writer--I think I started writing stories long before I knew how to put pen to paper. And, um, I wanted to be Batman's wife...and a Bond girl. Um, yeah.
6. What is your favorite quote? "All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them." ~Walt Disney.
7. What is your favorite TV show/sitcom? Oh, I have so many. I love Friends, Extras, Frasier, Gavin & Stacey, Torchwood, Doctor Who, Bones, Fringe, True Blood (did you already guess that one?), etc. The list goes on.
Before I tag anyone, I guess I should ask who would like to be tagged and I'll create a post from those who wouldn't mind it too much.
Here are the questions posed by Queen:
1. What is your favorite day of the week? Friday. Not only is it the end of the week, but it's also the start of a weekend filled with NASCAR and football. :)
2. Cats or Dogs? I love both, but I've always had dogs and I absolutely adore them. I just love animals in general, though.
3. If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go and why? Okay, don't laugh...Cowboys Stadium. I know, I know, but I've never seen my Cowboys play and I would love to see them in their new home. *hides head to dodge tomatoes*
4. If you could have one super power, what would it be? The power of invisibility. Wait. I clearly already have it.
5. When you were younger, what did you dream of being when you grew up? This one is two-fold. From a very young age, I knew I wanted to help people, whether it was to make them laugh or just be a shoulder to cry on. I used to write letters to Santa Claus and ask for him to bring presents to children in underdeveloped countries, even if it meant skipping my house. Writer--I think I started writing stories long before I knew how to put pen to paper. And, um, I wanted to be Batman's wife...and a Bond girl. Um, yeah.
6. What is your favorite quote? "All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them." ~Walt Disney.
7. What is your favorite TV show/sitcom? Oh, I have so many. I love Friends, Extras, Frasier, Gavin & Stacey, Torchwood, Doctor Who, Bones, Fringe, True Blood (did you already guess that one?), etc. The list goes on.
Before I tag anyone, I guess I should ask who would like to be tagged and I'll create a post from those who wouldn't mind it too much.
What If Wednesday: What If You Don't Find Love
Usually, I like to talk about the many "Why" questions I get because of my choice, but, alas, we have another type of question rearing its ugly head these days: the dreaded "What If" question.
Yesterday was a brilliant example of wanting to turn out the light, crawl under my covers, and hide. It all started with a Cowboys loss...okay, not really, I'm just being melodramatic (although I did suffer severe emotional distress due to that game...sort of...eh, I was just p'od).
The highlight of the day, however, had to be the question posed by my best friend: "What if you never find love? What will you do then?"
I felt like a dagger had gone straight through my heart...like I had just swallowed a glass of poisoned mead a la Harry Potter...like the Cowboys inexplicably decided not to take a knee before the half, coughed up the ball, and gave the Redskins their only touchdown of the game (the winning TD as it turns out)--wait, that actually happened.
Anyway...
I really didn't know how to answer. I was fumbling all over my words. It's not as if the thought hadn't crossed my mind; I just tend to shove it straight out of my conscious thinking.
BUT...
What if I DON'T find love? Do I faux fall for faux love? Do I just give it up and get it over with? Do I stay a virgin *gulp* forever? Do I settle for almost love?
I could feel the hives wanting to sprout all over my body; the chunks began rising dangerously in my throat. Then, like an angel somewhere heard my wordless panic, a song played on the radio--a song I haven't heard in so long...a song I always associated with my papaw: Have I Told You Lately by Rod Stewart. Whenever I hear that song, I know he is with me; I know he is telling me it will be okay. I instantly calmed down. Those pesky hives never popped out and my mind peacefully landed on one very comforting thought:
**For a reason beyond knowledge, I have to believe there is a purpose to me making this choice...a purpose I cannot possibly know or see. I believe in fate (although I don't always think kindly of her--and I'm sure fate is a her...she's far too, ahem, cranky-cruel sometimes) and I believe in God. I believe they are watching over me and maybe even guiding me to him, whoever he may be.**
I reckon I'm not ready to give up on love finding me. Yet. Should I never find love, I will handle it calmly and rationally...and it will not involve a bottle of Jack or a razor. (don't be alarmed, I'm just thinking of the movie The Wedding Date; Debra Messing's character says something along those lines prior to her sister's wedding...it's a funny statement, but definitely highlights the mood).
What if I don't find love? Well, I'm just not ready to face that possibility...not yet. Nope. Not gonna think about it. Here we go...time to puuuuuush that right outta my mind...again. *Sigh*
Yesterday was a brilliant example of wanting to turn out the light, crawl under my covers, and hide. It all started with a Cowboys loss...okay, not really, I'm just being melodramatic (although I did suffer severe emotional distress due to that game...sort of...eh, I was just p'od).
The highlight of the day, however, had to be the question posed by my best friend: "What if you never find love? What will you do then?"
I felt like a dagger had gone straight through my heart...like I had just swallowed a glass of poisoned mead a la Harry Potter...like the Cowboys inexplicably decided not to take a knee before the half, coughed up the ball, and gave the Redskins their only touchdown of the game (the winning TD as it turns out)--wait, that actually happened.
Anyway...
I really didn't know how to answer. I was fumbling all over my words. It's not as if the thought hadn't crossed my mind; I just tend to shove it straight out of my conscious thinking.
BUT...
What if I DON'T find love? Do I faux fall for faux love? Do I just give it up and get it over with? Do I stay a virgin *gulp* forever? Do I settle for almost love?
I could feel the hives wanting to sprout all over my body; the chunks began rising dangerously in my throat. Then, like an angel somewhere heard my wordless panic, a song played on the radio--a song I haven't heard in so long...a song I always associated with my papaw: Have I Told You Lately by Rod Stewart. Whenever I hear that song, I know he is with me; I know he is telling me it will be okay. I instantly calmed down. Those pesky hives never popped out and my mind peacefully landed on one very comforting thought:
**For a reason beyond knowledge, I have to believe there is a purpose to me making this choice...a purpose I cannot possibly know or see. I believe in fate (although I don't always think kindly of her--and I'm sure fate is a her...she's far too, ahem, cranky-cruel sometimes) and I believe in God. I believe they are watching over me and maybe even guiding me to him, whoever he may be.**
I reckon I'm not ready to give up on love finding me. Yet. Should I never find love, I will handle it calmly and rationally...and it will not involve a bottle of Jack or a razor. (don't be alarmed, I'm just thinking of the movie The Wedding Date; Debra Messing's character says something along those lines prior to her sister's wedding...it's a funny statement, but definitely highlights the mood).
What if I don't find love? Well, I'm just not ready to face that possibility...not yet. Nope. Not gonna think about it. Here we go...time to puuuuuush that right outta my mind...again. *Sigh*
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
True Blood Tuesday--Season 3 FINALE!
Holy craziness!! The season 3 finale of True Blood was one wild ride with no real resolution to any of the madness introduced this season. At the end, I was left saying, “That's it!” This finale felt more like segue into season 4.
Okay, let's get started with the smaller story lines that are sure to be prominent in season 4:
Lafayette & Jesus: Lafayette is still seeing visions of bizarre things, including blood on Sam's hands and Renee with his hands wrapped around Arlene's neck whispering, “I'm inside her.” Afraid he may be schizophrenic like his mother, he calls Jesus in a panic. Jesus rushes to Merlotte's to comfort Lafayette. Here, we learn that Jesus is a witch. We also get the impression from Jesus that Lafayette is also a witch (because he is seeing things people are trying to keep hidden). Looks like Jesus is going to train Lafayette in the ways of the witch. Look for a pretty big witch story line in season 4 with Jesus, Lafayette, Holly, and Arlene.
Tara: Sam reveals to Tara that he is a shape-shifter. This was a bit much for Tara, who leaves to find her mother...getting busy with one married reverend. Her mother is convinced he is leaving his wife and she will finally be happy. Tara grudgingly smiles, wishes her mother the best, and leaves for Sookie's, where she chops off all of her hair (she looked adorable with short hair, by the way). After hugging Sookie, we get the feeling she is saying goodbye, which was pretty much confirmed when she drove to Merlotte's, stared at the building lovingly, then drove off. Is she gone for good? Is she leaving Bon Temps? Stay tuned...
Sam: After discovering Tommy stole all of his money, Sam grabs his gun and hunts his little brother down. Here is where his past foreshadowed his future (remember the flashbacks of the girl and her boyfriend stealing Sam's money and he shoots them?). Once he finds Tommy in the woods, Sam essentially shows zero emotion for his little brother and demands his money. Tommy shrugs him off, saying Sam will never fire that gun. What does Sam do? Yep, he fires the gun. Did he shoot his little brother? Cliffhanger.
Jason & Crystal: The government DEA jerks show up to take down Hot Shot, but Jason and Crystal get there first. Unfortunately, Calvin (Crystal's dad) isn't keen on taking orders from Jason, but does agree to get rid of all the V. Felton (Crystal's ex) shows up, clearly high on V, and refuses to let Calvin destroy the V. When Calvin bucks him, Felton shoots him in the head. Felton then issues Crystal an ultimatum: come with him or watch Jason die. Crying, Crystal bestows leadership duties upon Jason, who eagerly and emotionally accepts getting the were-panthers to safety. The DEA officer-dude brings Jason to Andy, handcuffed. Andy is understandably ticked, but Jason reminds him that sometimes doing the wrong thing turns out to be the right thing. Oh, and I don't think Andy has tried V yet, although he is very tempted.
Hoyt & Jessica: Hoyt & Jessica must be the cutest couple on the show. Summer and Hoyt's mom try an intervention of sorts by accosting him at his job, reading sappy letters, and basically trying to “save” him from Jessica. Hoyt wishes Summer the best, tells his mom he could care less is she disinherits him, and walks off. Hoyt sweetly surprises Jessica with a house of their very own and even proposes to her. Jessica says she doesn't know what she would do without Hoyt, and he assures her she'll never have to know. This bothered me, and with good reason. As they happily embraced in their new home, the camera pans out and we see a creepy baby doll on the floor in a dark room. Now, that baby doll could mean one of two things: 1. Showing us that they will never have a happy family; or 2. Getting rejected by Hoyt, Summer (who we learned earlier collects baby dolls) is going to be the virgin Fatal Attraction chick and will go after Hoyt and/or Jessica. Another big problem? Hoyt's mom was shown buying a vampire-killing, high-powered rifle. Trouble is brewing for our happy couple.
Now, prepare yourself for Sookie, Bill, Eric, and Russell:
We begin the episode with Eric and Russell on their backs, burning to a crisp in the sun, when from the sky Godric appears to Eric, asking him to forgive Russell. Eric (in the ancient language) refuses. Godric says Russell will find peace in the after life anyway, whether Eric makes him suffer or not. Meanwhile, inside Fangtasia, Sookie takes another trip to Fairyland before Bill revives her. When she awakens, she slaps Bill across the face. Bill proceeds to tell her that Eric and Russell are outside, dying. Sookie can't let Eric die, so she storms past Bill, heads for Eric, uses her fairy power to blast apart the handcuffs, and blast Russell clear across the parking lot. Sookie then drags Eric inside and feeds him her blood to help heal his wounds.
Swayed by Godric's plea, Eric insists Sookie drag Russell in from the sun. Russell is fried...and I do mean fried: black, flaky, and he even crackles when he moves. It was quite hilarious and very well acted. Eric has him chained to the stripper pole, and while securing him, Russell coughs up a fang. Eric replies something like, “Well, that's embarrassing.” Funny. While Bill, Eric, and Pam head to their coffins for sleep, Sookie is left to guard Russell. After a few attempts at trying to gain Sookie's allegiance, Sookie grabs Talbot's remains and happily pours them down the garbage disposal (even cackling while she did so). This, naturally, angered Russell something awful.
Eric calls Alcide to help with Russell. When Alcide shows up at Fangtasia later that night, Sookie started acting very sweet, awkward, and flirty. It was actually pretty sweet. They both admitted thinking about each other a great deal. Eric drags Russell to Alcide's van, while Bill bids farewell to Sookie; Sookie decides to go home. Eric's new plan is to bury Russell alive...in concrete. Apparently, Eric isn't keen on Russell finding any sort of peace after a true death, so he figures encasing him in cement for years and years will be enough to drive him mad—alone with his thoughts, memories, anger.
Godric appears once again, imploring Eric to reconsider. “You make me bleed, my child,” Godric whispered.
“This is what you made me,” Eric responds angrily.
Russell vows revenge as Eric pours on more concrete. While the concrete encases Russell, Bill extends a hand to Eric. Reaching to shake his hand, Eric quickly realizes Bill has other plans: Bill tosses Eric into an empty hole next to Russell and proceeds to bury him alive as well.
Bill shows up at Sookie's later that night to tell her Russell is gone...as is Eric. At first she is upset, but he explains that he has decided to kill all vampires who know about Sookie's fairy blood. He vows to keep her safe, even if she has decided not be with him any longer. Bill goes to leave, but Sookie, touched by his feelings, calls after him. Things seem to be going well until....
Bill opens the door and there on the porch, caked in cement, is Eric (he called to Pam, who helped get him out and complained later on about probably never being able to get the dried cement out of her hair). He proceeds to tell Sookie everything she never knew about Bill: Bill was sent to Bon Temps to “procure” Sookie for Sophie-Anne; Bill allowed those two thugs from season one to beat her within an inch of her life so she would have to drink his blood. Devastated, Sookie un-invites Bill from her home. She has some choice words for Eric, who, though putting on an indifferent act, says he is sorry she is in pain before leaving poor Sookie alone, very distraught.
The second to last scene shows Queen Sophie-Anne showing up at Bill's house, expecting Sookie's fairy blood. Bill informs her that he brought her there under false pretenses and intends to kill her. She laughs, saying she's older and he doesn't stand a chance. Bill says he has nothing left to lose. Then, in a slightly awkward scene, Bill and Sophie-Anne raise off the floor, fangs out, poised for attack...the scene abruptly cuts to Sookie running for her Gran's grave. She falls to her knees and cries, feeling alone and lost when Claudine appears. She quietly tells Sookie to come with them, as other fairies appear around the graveyard. Sookie walks forward, places her hand in Claduine's, and they all disappear in a flash of golden light.
And that, my friends, is the season finale. Next season should be a good one! I'd love to hear your thoughts!!!!
Monday, September 13, 2010
Makeup Magic Monday: Sephora's Mineral Matte Powder
I'm not one for pressed powder, but blot powder is a different story: it doesn't add much powder; removes oils beautifully; and lasts a long time. My first love is M.A.C.'s blot powder, but I have found a close second for those occasions when you can't find M.A.C.'s or if they are sold out in your shade: Sephora's Mineral Matte Touch-Up Powder.
It's formulated without parabens and synthetic fragrances, and comes in one universal shade: translucent.
Although M.A.C. is my first love, I'll take Sephora's version in a pinch. $18.
It's formulated without parabens and synthetic fragrances, and comes in one universal shade: translucent.
Although M.A.C. is my first love, I'll take Sephora's version in a pinch. $18.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Looking On The Bright Side Sucks Somtimes.
Me: "Oh, just look on the bright side of things! There's always a bright side!"
Who am I? Flipping Pollyanna? Why don't I just belt out The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow while I'm at it?!
What a load of crap.
Just kidding. Kind of.
Cowboys lost. They played horribly. Not having our two O-line guys really hurt; too many holding penalties; inability to score once in the red zone; costly fumble; costly missed field goal...the list goes on. Shame.
As I said in my last post, I have a bright side to the loss. Swallowing my pride here. Just give me a second. Hold on. Ahem. Must clear my throat. Slight gag. Bright side: At least my NASCAR driver is happy, which will hopefully carry forward to the week ahead.
There we go. Done and dusted. Moving on...
Who am I? Flipping Pollyanna? Why don't I just belt out The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow while I'm at it?!
What a load of crap.
Just kidding. Kind of.
Cowboys lost. They played horribly. Not having our two O-line guys really hurt; too many holding penalties; inability to score once in the red zone; costly fumble; costly missed field goal...the list goes on. Shame.
As I said in my last post, I have a bright side to the loss. Swallowing my pride here. Just give me a second. Hold on. Ahem. Must clear my throat. Slight gag. Bright side: At least my NASCAR driver is happy, which will hopefully carry forward to the week ahead.
There we go. Done and dusted. Moving on...
Dale Earnhardt Jr. = Redskins Fan = Dilemma
Dilemma: As a fellow Dallas Cowboys fan kindly reminded me, Dale Jr., my NASCAR driver, is a Redskins fan. Said Dallas Cowboys fan also believes I am a traitor to the Cowboys because I pull for a driver who pulls for the Redskins.
Personally, I see the two as mutually exclusive. In NASCAR, it's Dale; in football, it's the Cowboys. Simple as that.
So, what is this dilemma? There is no question Dale has had a rough season...last night was no exception. You know, I'd like to see the man have something to smile about--a Redskins win would do it, I'm sure. Still don't see the dilemma? Check this quote by Dale after last night's rough race:
"I'm going to go to the Redskins game (Sunday). Maybe that will cheer me up. If they get their ass kicked, that's not going to be good. Monday will be a bad day." (Dale's Rough Night).
Yeah. He's going to the game. The NASCAR fan in me would love to see him find that spark he needs to head into the week. The Cowboys fan that I am says, "Yeah, sorry about that, but ain't noooooo way. Game on. Bring it. Grrr." Okay, I added the grr, but still...
So, to address my fellow Cowboys friend, I will NOT be pulling for the 'Skins--THAT would constitute a traitorous act against my Cowboys. I WILL be cheering for my 'Boys with the same intensity I've always had.
However, in keeping with my need to try and find the bright side of things, should my Cowboys not make it out with a victory....GAG...I will take some solace in knowing that my NASCAR driver is a little happier.
Game on.
Personally, I see the two as mutually exclusive. In NASCAR, it's Dale; in football, it's the Cowboys. Simple as that.
So, what is this dilemma? There is no question Dale has had a rough season...last night was no exception. You know, I'd like to see the man have something to smile about--a Redskins win would do it, I'm sure. Still don't see the dilemma? Check this quote by Dale after last night's rough race:
"I'm going to go to the Redskins game (Sunday). Maybe that will cheer me up. If they get their ass kicked, that's not going to be good. Monday will be a bad day." (Dale's Rough Night).
Yeah. He's going to the game. The NASCAR fan in me would love to see him find that spark he needs to head into the week. The Cowboys fan that I am says, "Yeah, sorry about that, but ain't noooooo way. Game on. Bring it. Grrr." Okay, I added the grr, but still...
So, to address my fellow Cowboys friend, I will NOT be pulling for the 'Skins--THAT would constitute a traitorous act against my Cowboys. I WILL be cheering for my 'Boys with the same intensity I've always had.
However, in keeping with my need to try and find the bright side of things, should my Cowboys not make it out with a victory....GAG...I will take some solace in knowing that my NASCAR driver is a little happier.
Game on.
NASCAR: Bright Side To Dale Jr. Not Making The Chase
Dale Earnhardt Jr. did not make the chase this year...and it's really okay. Why? Because now Dale and his team have 10 weeks, nothing to lose, and everything to gain. It's the best possible remedy to a frustrating season. Think about it: if he had made the chase, media scrutiny would have quadrupled, particularly if he didn't emerge as a real contender for the title.
Now, without the additional spotlight, he and his team can get down to business, no chase-strings. I remember not too long ago when Tony Stewart missed the cut for the chase; he let it roll off his back and drove like a bat outta hell...and he won races.
As much as I would like to point the finger at his crew chief, Lance McGrew, I'm trying to reserve judgment. Why? Because I'd like to see what they can do as a team without the pressure of the chase weighing on their shoulders. Life's about chances.
With nothing to lose and everything to gain, Dale could very well close this season on one heck of a high note. Here's hoping.
"Always find the bright side, no matter how dark it is in the room...it's usually just a flick of the light-switch away."
Now, without the additional spotlight, he and his team can get down to business, no chase-strings. I remember not too long ago when Tony Stewart missed the cut for the chase; he let it roll off his back and drove like a bat outta hell...and he won races.
As much as I would like to point the finger at his crew chief, Lance McGrew, I'm trying to reserve judgment. Why? Because I'd like to see what they can do as a team without the pressure of the chase weighing on their shoulders. Life's about chances.
With nothing to lose and everything to gain, Dale could very well close this season on one heck of a high note. Here's hoping.
"Always find the bright side, no matter how dark it is in the room...it's usually just a flick of the light-switch away."
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Amazing Tennis--Federer Defeated
(3) Novak Djokovic def. (2) Roger Federer only minutes ago. If you missed this match, you missed a phenomenal display of the world's best. At over 3 hours, both men played high-octane tennis until the end. Tomorrow, Djokovic will play the world's #1 ranked tennis player, Rafael Nadal.
I think everyone was hoping for a Federer/Nadal match-up, but judging by Djokovic's play tonight, this final could be just as interesting.
I think everyone was hoping for a Federer/Nadal match-up, but judging by Djokovic's play tonight, this final could be just as interesting.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Friday's Celebrity Frisky Virgin: Tim Tebow
People love to make fun of virgins. As I've said, it's a tough road to take. But maybe those who do the teasing should take a long look at Tim Tebow, a quarterback for the Denver Broncos.
Here is only a sampling of what Tim Tebow has accomplished at the tender age of 23:
1. The first college football player to rush and pass for 20+ touchdowns in a single season
2. First Sophomore to win the coveted Heisman Trophy (2007)
3. Two-time BCS National Champion (Florida Gators, 2007, 2009)
4. Manning Award (2008)
5. Two-time first team All American (2007, 2008)
6. Three-time first team All SEC (2007, 2008, 2009)
7. AP Player of the Year (2007)
8. NCAA QB of the Year (2007)
People do tease him--I've heard it and read it. Undoubtedly, people will continue to tease him. Let them, for no amount of teasing can ever take away all he has accomplished; they can never take away his faith.
This multi-talented young man has stated he is a virgin and intends to save himself for his wedding night. Being a quarterback in the NFL will bring many, many challenges, on and off the field. Stay strong, Tim, stay strong--you are the very definition of a role model.
Here is only a sampling of what Tim Tebow has accomplished at the tender age of 23:
1. The first college football player to rush and pass for 20+ touchdowns in a single season
2. First Sophomore to win the coveted Heisman Trophy (2007)
3. Two-time BCS National Champion (Florida Gators, 2007, 2009)
4. Manning Award (2008)
5. Two-time first team All American (2007, 2008)
6. Three-time first team All SEC (2007, 2008, 2009)
7. AP Player of the Year (2007)
8. NCAA QB of the Year (2007)
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People do tease him--I've heard it and read it. Undoubtedly, people will continue to tease him. Let them, for no amount of teasing can ever take away all he has accomplished; they can never take away his faith.
This multi-talented young man has stated he is a virgin and intends to save himself for his wedding night. Being a quarterback in the NFL will bring many, many challenges, on and off the field. Stay strong, Tim, stay strong--you are the very definition of a role model.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
When I Watch Football
1. I don't talk, unless it's football related. I'm completely IN the game. I don't mind random, SHORT little exchanges off the topic of football, but don't expect long conversations--ain't gonna happen. This is especially true when my team is on the field...I'm there to support my team, so kindly shut it.
2. Sometimes, I will coach from the couch...and I don't suck at it, either...of course, I've had some darn good "coaches" (my mama, daddy, and papaw).
3. I occasionally swear. Because I don't make it a habit, people usually laugh, even though I'm soooo not joking...I'm in the zone, y'all.
4. From time to time, I will unleash on the refs. Who hasn't, right? Those little zebras get on my last nerve sometimes.
5. I can cheer with the best of them...expect cheering, clapping, etc. I'm not a sit-there-look-pretty female football fan.
6. If you are not a fan of my team, it's all good--I don't have a problem with healthy competition...just respect that we are all football fans here. IF you decide to take a walk down poor loser/snarky a** road, I will, in an extremely polite, swear-free manner, verbally go toe-to-toe with you...and I will win (playing around here)--Done the sparring thing before...with football players that are waaaaaaay bigger than me. (this is true and it was a blast--we had a great time!). Sparring can actually be pretty fun. (Again, I'm playing around here, just in case you didn't realize...grrr...just havin' fun).
7. When the outcome of a game comes down to the last minute or so, I will pace. Don't stop me; it is something I must do. I must pace.
8. If my team loses, I need a mourning period...unless they play horrible, pathetic football, in which case, I will rant. If my team wins, I will revel in victory, but not to the point of being obnoxious.
I love this game. I love my team. This is me. If you don't like it...I'll meet you on the football field. Meow, darling.
2. Sometimes, I will coach from the couch...and I don't suck at it, either...of course, I've had some darn good "coaches" (my mama, daddy, and papaw).
3. I occasionally swear. Because I don't make it a habit, people usually laugh, even though I'm soooo not joking...I'm in the zone, y'all.
4. From time to time, I will unleash on the refs. Who hasn't, right? Those little zebras get on my last nerve sometimes.
5. I can cheer with the best of them...expect cheering, clapping, etc. I'm not a sit-there-look-pretty female football fan.
6. If you are not a fan of my team, it's all good--I don't have a problem with healthy competition...just respect that we are all football fans here. IF you decide to take a walk down poor loser/snarky a** road, I will, in an extremely polite, swear-free manner, verbally go toe-to-toe with you...and I will win (playing around here)--Done the sparring thing before...with football players that are waaaaaaay bigger than me. (this is true and it was a blast--we had a great time!). Sparring can actually be pretty fun. (Again, I'm playing around here, just in case you didn't realize...grrr...just havin' fun).
7. When the outcome of a game comes down to the last minute or so, I will pace. Don't stop me; it is something I must do. I must pace.
8. If my team loses, I need a mourning period...unless they play horrible, pathetic football, in which case, I will rant. If my team wins, I will revel in victory, but not to the point of being obnoxious.
I love this game. I love my team. This is me. If you don't like it...I'll meet you on the football field. Meow, darling.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Date Dung Don't's
From the minds of girls comes: Date Dung Don't's. Date Dung Don't's are those things a guy does that can turn a date into dung really quickly.
1. Please don't tell me I'm nothing like the girls you usually date. Why? Because I automatically figure you are just “testing the waters” with me. Right or wrong, it's the impression we get.
Example: “I told my friend you are nothing like the girls I usually go for. She said maybe that's a good thing.” He should have stopped talking here. He didn't. “I mean, you're not a bleach-blonde, you have a brain, you're educated, you don't have fake boobs, and you don't look like a slut.”
Me, somewhat dumbfounded: “Have you EVER dated anyone outside of your...type?”
Him: “No, you would be the first. No pressure!”
Believe me, there was zero pressure.
2. Please don't tell me you are a bust with women; that you can sometimes feel angry towards women. Why? Because I figure you might have some deep-seeded anger management issues.
Example: “Women just seem to leave me. I fall really easily, and somehow they use me and run. Pisses me off. I have to hit a pillow. I don't think you're like that, though.”
Me, thinking: Where's the nearest escape exit. Seriously. "I would never use someone.”
Him: “I knew it. We can tell our kids about how mommy was the only one to hold daddy's heart and not break it.”
Me: Yeah, I'm running.
3. Please don't ask what I'd like to do on our first date, then do the complete opposite. Why? Because it shows me that you either: a. don't listen or b. don't care.
Example: “I'd love to introduce you to my friends.”
Me, thinking: This is our first date, we just met...I hardly know him and now he wants to surround me with all the people he's comfortable with!? I'm cool with hanging with his friends, but not when I don't even know him very well. “You know, since we just met, and I hardly know you...I just think it might be a little...
Him, finishing my thought: “...uncomfortable. Of course, I should have realized that. We need to know each other first.”
Me, relieved: “Exactly. I'd love to meet your friends, just not...”
Him, again finishing my thought: “...on the first date. I totally understand.”
After dinner, he nervously suggested we go around the corner. I was perplexed by his suggestion because we had plans to go across town. He was really persistent, so I just caved and went with him. After five minutes, I realized why he brought me there: all of his friends rounded the corner. I was completely blindsided. It was a weird experience. My date would go off with his friends, presumably to get their opinions, leaving me with their girlfriends, who, though very nice, talked about things I couldn't possibly contribute to, considering they clearly all know each other very well. On the plus side, his friends were nice and gave me a “thumbs up.” Much appreciated.
Dating.
God Bless My Texas
Today, my beloved state has had to face some of nature's most deadly phenomenons: severe flooding and tornadoes.
As I type, multiple tornadoes are touching down all around Dallas.
Dear God, please protect everyone.
I love you, Texas.
As I type, multiple tornadoes are touching down all around Dallas.
Dear God, please protect everyone.
I love you, Texas.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Stereoype #8: Virgins Are Like Vampires.
Why is this a stereotype? It's Tuesday. We didn't have True Blood.
This isn't the first time I've heard of virgins compared to supernatural beings. The vampire comparison, however, is a first.
Highly Intelligent Studious Male: "I've been thinking..."
Me: "Uh-Oh. Always dangerous, go on..."
Studious Male, grinning: "Virgins are kind-of a rare phenomenon...one that is talked of, but rarely seen. Supernatural, you know? Like a myth."
Me: "Like a Greek goddess!"
Studious Male: "Yeah...or a vampire."
Me: "A vampire?
Studious Male: "Why not? Think about it--vampires are naturally sensual; they have amazing strength; they're alluring, yet a mystery. Virgins aren't all that different. They're innocently sexy, their inner strength is unparalleled, and they are, undoubtedly, a mystery."
So, while watching Being Human on BBC America (it's a drama/mystery about a vampire, ghost, and werewolf trying to live normal lives in a not-so-normal way), I realized Studious Male may have a bizarre point. In the show, the vampire believes in abstaining from drinking blood. It suddenly dawned on me: some vampires (like in Being Human or even Twilight) actually abstain (heck, Edward Cullen abstains from sex, too).
Granted, it's all a bit of a stretch, not to mention a little dark, but it's kind-of fun to think about. Let's face it, with all the negative stereotypes virgins have to deal with, isn't it nice to have one that we can have a little fun with and actually joke about?
Stereotype #8: SLAYED? STAKED? Nah, think I'll let this one stand...
This isn't the first time I've heard of virgins compared to supernatural beings. The vampire comparison, however, is a first.
Highly Intelligent Studious Male: "I've been thinking..."
Me: "Uh-Oh. Always dangerous, go on..."
Studious Male, grinning: "Virgins are kind-of a rare phenomenon...one that is talked of, but rarely seen. Supernatural, you know? Like a myth."
Me: "Like a Greek goddess!"
Studious Male: "Yeah...or a vampire."
Me: "A vampire?
Studious Male: "Why not? Think about it--vampires are naturally sensual; they have amazing strength; they're alluring, yet a mystery. Virgins aren't all that different. They're innocently sexy, their inner strength is unparalleled, and they are, undoubtedly, a mystery."
So, while watching Being Human on BBC America (it's a drama/mystery about a vampire, ghost, and werewolf trying to live normal lives in a not-so-normal way), I realized Studious Male may have a bizarre point. In the show, the vampire believes in abstaining from drinking blood. It suddenly dawned on me: some vampires (like in Being Human or even Twilight) actually abstain (heck, Edward Cullen abstains from sex, too).
Granted, it's all a bit of a stretch, not to mention a little dark, but it's kind-of fun to think about. Let's face it, with all the negative stereotypes virgins have to deal with, isn't it nice to have one that we can have a little fun with and actually joke about?
Stereotype #8: SLAYED? STAKED? Nah, think I'll let this one stand...
Friday, September 3, 2010
The Frisky Virgin: Blog Of Substance Award Winner!!!!!
I'm truly overwhelmed. The wonderfully kind Queen Of The Rant has honored me with the Blog Of Substance Award. I cannot possibly express to you how grateful I am. It took every bit of internal strength I had to start this blog, to put my heart and soul out there. To be a virgin in this day and time, and at my age, is difficult, but to actually stand up and TELL people is markedly more difficult. Never in a million years did I think I would meet so many wonderful people on here--people who encourage this choice of mine, as well as my wish to show people that it's okay to wait for love...that it's okay to be different...that virgins are normal people who have simply chosen a different path. I thank you so very much, Queen.
Now, in order to accept this award I must do the following:
1. Thank the blogger who gave me the award: Again, I must thank you so very, very much, Queen. I can't even begin to tell you how much it means to me.
2. Sum up your blogging philosophy, motivation, and experience using five (5) words: To enlighten people about virginity.
3. Pass it on to 10 other blogs which you feel have real substance.
This is one of the toughest decisions I've had to make, for there are countless blogs I'd love to name. You know I'd name you all if I could. In random order:
1. Dusting Myself Off
As one of the first people I met, Rebekah instantly made me feel welcome in this world of blogging. Her blog is more than a blog about marriage, love, and life; it is a blog that gives you hope, and it's one of my absolute favorites: funny, heartwarming, honest, and an absolute joy to read.
2. Only If Your're Listening...
This blog is one you will love to read. From her "letters to her future husband" to the "much needed comic relief," it's a fun, uplifting blog about finding our way through this life.
3. Little Match Girl
Follow the adventures of online dating in the Big Apple with Little Match Girl. Reading her adventures makes online dating a lot less scary. One of my favorite reads!!
4. It's An Average Life
The name of this blog just jumps off the page, as does her blog when you start reading it: it's filled with honesty and humor about life, love, and everything in between.
5. Turning 30: A Journey of Self Exploration
Truly one of my favorites! This blog is without a doubt one that opens my eyes and makes me think. She is raw, real, and true--three characteristics that seem vastly undervalued today.
6. Stephen On Stuff
As one of my only guy followers, I love to hear his perspective on things as much as I love reading his blog. You will find an array of interesting, funny posts that always entertain.
7. Cup-Tin Creations
Read all about good eats, fun stories, and maybe even cook up a recipe or two.
8. Renewed Day By Day
Uplifting, inspiring, faith. Those are the words that instantly come to mind when I visit this blog.
9. The Adventures Of Cinderita
Recently, this wonderful blogger stopped my my blog, and I'm so glad she did. Her blog is uplifting, fun, and inspiring. Truly a wonderful blog.
10. The Anonymous Perils Of A Single Southern Woman (WARNING: At Times, Adult Content)
The name alone instantly grabbed my attention...and then I began reading her blog. She warns you up front that there may be X-rated material at times, and that should tell you just how honest and open this blogger is about life, love, and everything in between.
11. mytressa
Although I have only just started reading this blog, I can already see it is going to be a favorite.
12. Surviving Boys
Rent-A-Hubby. That's all it took to get me completely and totally hooked on her blog! Although, he's not a Rent-A-Hubby any longer!! Now we can all look forward to engagement stories, wedding prep...oh, the possibilities are endless! You are a wonderful person, and I'm so very happy for you!!!!
I know, I added a couple extra, but it's always been tradition in my family to do just that with birthday candles for good luck. Why not apply that here?
To anyone I might have missed or forgotten--I'm so sorry...you know I value each and every single one of you so much.
Queen--thank you again. *hugs to you*
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Stereotype #7: Virgins Are Boring
Apparently, not having sex makes virgins a real yawn. (See The Boring Bun for a related stereotype...it's one of the more amusing stereotypes I've heard).
Here's what my undercover virgin conversations uncovered on the "boring" theory--these are different Alpha Males from the last group:
Alpha Male #1: "I don't know, I just think virgins would be really boring."
Me: "Why? Just because you're probably not going to have sex with her?"
Alpha Male #1: "See, I don't know...it just seems like they would be less fun because they don't have sex. It's like they wouldn't know how to let their hair down and stuff."
Alpha Male #2: "I have the most fun with virgins, actually."
Alpha Male #1: "Really!?"
Me: "Why do you think you have so much fun with virgins?"
Alpha Male #2: "They're just chill. You know? I don't have to play the game. I don't have to wonder how I'm going to get them into bed or how I'm going to make my escape the next morning. I feel more like me when I'm around a virgin...not that that happens a lot. There aren't too many, at least not that I've come across."
Alpha Male #1: "I've never really known a virgin, so my opinion is more of an assumption."
Me: "You mean a judgment. An unfair one at that."
Alpha Male #1: Laughing, "Do you have to bust my balls?"
Me: Smiling, "Of course!"
Alpha Male #1: "Okay, maybe I'm being a shallow a@&."
Conclusion: Thankfully, I've never been called boring. I suppose I'm probably a yawn to some people--no one is going to be everyone's cup o' tea, after all.
Just because a virgin is a virgin and has not engaged in sexual activity, doesn't mean she/he is boring. Frankly, it just means we've had more time to fantasize...to cook up some seriously enticing nights...to build up a virtual library of romantic fun. Virgins are probably some of the least boring people you are ever going to meet...if you give us a chance.
Stereotype #7: SLAYED.
Here's what my undercover virgin conversations uncovered on the "boring" theory--these are different Alpha Males from the last group:
Alpha Male #1: "I don't know, I just think virgins would be really boring."
Me: "Why? Just because you're probably not going to have sex with her?"
Alpha Male #1: "See, I don't know...it just seems like they would be less fun because they don't have sex. It's like they wouldn't know how to let their hair down and stuff."
Alpha Male #2: "I have the most fun with virgins, actually."
Alpha Male #1: "Really!?"
Me: "Why do you think you have so much fun with virgins?"
Alpha Male #2: "They're just chill. You know? I don't have to play the game. I don't have to wonder how I'm going to get them into bed or how I'm going to make my escape the next morning. I feel more like me when I'm around a virgin...not that that happens a lot. There aren't too many, at least not that I've come across."
Alpha Male #1: "I've never really known a virgin, so my opinion is more of an assumption."
Me: "You mean a judgment. An unfair one at that."
Alpha Male #1: Laughing, "Do you have to bust my balls?"
Me: Smiling, "Of course!"
Alpha Male #1: "Okay, maybe I'm being a shallow a@&."
Conclusion: Thankfully, I've never been called boring. I suppose I'm probably a yawn to some people--no one is going to be everyone's cup o' tea, after all.
Just because a virgin is a virgin and has not engaged in sexual activity, doesn't mean she/he is boring. Frankly, it just means we've had more time to fantasize...to cook up some seriously enticing nights...to build up a virtual library of romantic fun. Virgins are probably some of the least boring people you are ever going to meet...if you give us a chance.
Stereotype #7: SLAYED.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Why Wednesday: From Me-Why Do I End Up With The Weird Ones?
This week's Why Wednesday isn't one of the many "why" questions I get from friends and family regarding my life's choice to wait for love. Nope. Instead, I've got a "why" question for myself.
After recounting a couple of interesting dates, and recalling other oddities I have yet to share, I suffered a mild meltdown when I realized...I don't think I've ever really had a great date. *here's where the slight panicky feeling starts to come over me*
And it's not because I'm uber picky or have my nose stuck up in the air--that's not me. So, why? Why on earth do I seem to end up with the weirdest guys on the planet?
Now, there is nothing wrong with being different or weird, even. Heck, some people think I'm weird and different just because I have chosen to wait for love, and I'm totally okay with it. This decision does make me different...as does my serious love affair with Marc Jacobs handbags and my passion for football, NASCAR, etc. I've been called a trader to the female way of life because I happen to love handbags AND sports.
If someone isn't going to give me a chance--get to know me--and simply judge me on a life decision, then there is nothing I can do about it; I will forever be weird and different in their minds. It is what it is, and I am who I am.
But, am I wrong to think that my "uncommon" decision is vastly different from, say, howling at the moon because you're a past-life werewolf or spitting out your food on the table because you have a tricky palette? Aren't those different kinds of weird? Maybe I'm wrong.
My decision is based on the heart and on a dream, as stupid as it sounds. Does that make me the same kind of weird as the howler and the spit guy?
Maybe the bottom line is this: it's okay to be weird...you just have to find someone who is the same kind-of weird as you...or, you know, at least similar.
After recounting a couple of interesting dates, and recalling other oddities I have yet to share, I suffered a mild meltdown when I realized...I don't think I've ever really had a great date. *here's where the slight panicky feeling starts to come over me*
And it's not because I'm uber picky or have my nose stuck up in the air--that's not me. So, why? Why on earth do I seem to end up with the weirdest guys on the planet?
Now, there is nothing wrong with being different or weird, even. Heck, some people think I'm weird and different just because I have chosen to wait for love, and I'm totally okay with it. This decision does make me different...as does my serious love affair with Marc Jacobs handbags and my passion for football, NASCAR, etc. I've been called a trader to the female way of life because I happen to love handbags AND sports.
If someone isn't going to give me a chance--get to know me--and simply judge me on a life decision, then there is nothing I can do about it; I will forever be weird and different in their minds. It is what it is, and I am who I am.
But, am I wrong to think that my "uncommon" decision is vastly different from, say, howling at the moon because you're a past-life werewolf or spitting out your food on the table because you have a tricky palette? Aren't those different kinds of weird? Maybe I'm wrong.
My decision is based on the heart and on a dream, as stupid as it sounds. Does that make me the same kind of weird as the howler and the spit guy?
Maybe the bottom line is this: it's okay to be weird...you just have to find someone who is the same kind-of weird as you...or, you know, at least similar.
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