Pretty much the best post ever. No. Really.

Anyone who has ever read my blog knows that I have a deep-seated, long-lived, would stab a kitten if someone told me they didn’t like the show, sort of love for a little television program called….

THE WEST WING.

Friends have even called my addiction to the show unhealthy.

Besides being the greatest show on television in terms of *casting, The West Wing has the ability to make you laugh, cry, swoon, swear and most importantly (and most cheesy)- it will make you hope.

I told you it was cheesy.

But it will make you hope. And you will …READ MORE

Fault Lines

I have a healthy ego. I regularly am delighted by my talents (like knowing all the words to this song – just for you Ben), nod in agreement when people tell me I’m great (I assure you, this is a little more adorable and far less annoying than I just made it sound), and marvel at my genius. But people? I’ve got faults. Heaps of them. Truckloads of them. So many that you could stack them up, climb on top of them and touch the moon with your fingertips.

See? I wasn’t kidding.

September has been an amazing month but …READ MORE

Heartbreakers & Dealmakers

I knew a guy once who had the annoying habit of cracking his knuckles before sleep. It drove me INSANE. Nothing is more unsettling than drifting off and being awakened by a large CRACK!, followed by nine more CRACKS! .  (Well, of course there are things more unsettling than this but it really does make my top five- sandwiched in between being woken up by someone staring at you and finding out that your ex-boyfriend used to masturbate to your grade 9 graduation photo. Bullet? Dodged.).

So, I did what any girl who loves sleep more than she should- I …READ MORE

The One Where I Call My Birthday A Cow

Do you ever go to write something and then go read your archives and find a post you already wrote that is pretty much identical to what you were going to write?

And you are both elated (hello link love, let’s just save mamma some typing!) and deflated (I was way funnier two years ago)?

And then you realize you just called yourself ‘mamma’ and you wonder what it says about you when you admit to yourself that you like it?

Me too.

Saturday is the *birthday. TWENTY EIGHT.  I’m sure I’m supposed to be feeling all sorts of things …READ MORE

A Happy Revolution

(picture taken by me of this awesome calendar)

Yeah. I TOTALLY know what you are thinking. Ohhhh, now that she’s got a new job and NOW she believes in miracles, what a whore.

Okay, maybe not the ‘whore’ bit.

I’ve been thinking lately about how I need to work on recognizing happiness. I’m always good at knowing when I WAS happy, but I often forget to appreciate the moment I AM happy. It’s one of those things- you don’t realize how good it is until it’s over (there’s a country song in there somewhere).  I tend to be …READ MORE

Watch a single, 20something wise, married people give marriage advice

You know, I get it. Me giving marriage advice is like, Tara Reid giving tips on sobriety. Or Kanye West give lessons on modesty. Or Jenna Jameson talking about the virtues of virginity.

I think I just compared myself to a porn star.

Let’s just move along.

As many of you know, the always lovely Renee is getting married. What you may not know is that she’s been my secret idol since she she met Chelsea Clinton and I may or may not have volunteered my life (more than once) to getting her into public office (Renee, not Chelsea). She’s …READ MORE

5:49 am

Sometimes I wonder what the point of an ‘undo send’ option in gmail is if it only lasts like, 2.4 seconds. I mean, people don’t tend to regret emails they send that quickly. They usually wait longer- minutes go by before they realize that they sent something that although is 100% true, is also 100% cringe worthy and they would gladly gnaw off their limbs to be able to crawl through the internet and get back their email from the clutches of the receivers inbox. Not so they could never send an email- but just so they could re-word it …READ MORE

mmmagic

I’ve mentioned before that I swing wildly between complete happiness and utter despair in a single swoop. It’s both a blessing- sad days can often be easily thrown away when I make the choice to be happy and a curse- happy moments mean nothing once sadness invades me. (And for the record ‘sadness invading me’ can occur over something as small as watching a sad car commercial). I am an emotional roller coaster. (That last sentence? Yeeeah. That might be why I’m single. That and the fact that I refuse to date someone who doesn’t love Josh Lyman and indulge …READ MORE

Waiting

(via)

I’m waiting for the sun to finally prove to me that Spring is here. I’m waiting for the mocking to begin when I confess I saw this movie last night. I’m waiting for my brother to tell me what he’s already told everyone else. I’m waiting for my feelings to stop hurting. I’m waiting for Victor and Tammy to win The Amazing Race. I’m waiting for someone to tell me I shouldn’t want them to win. I’m waiting for a job offer, a moment of clarity, this dress to go on sale.

I’m waiting for the Next …READ MORE

My Oscar General Thank You Speech

Despite my love for sparkly prom-like dresses,  my willingness to sit through hours of singing and dancing and my **mild appreciation of Wolverine Hugh Jackman, I wasn’t invited to the Oscars this year. AND WORSE YET, I wasn’t even nominated. I have a ridiculous vlog saved somewhere on my computer, I thought just making it would have been enough to secure a nomination, but no.  If  I would have vlogged about Slumdog Millionaire I would have got nominated. Man. I bet if I would have just looked directly into the camera and said “SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE!” I would have at least …READ MORE