So let’s get to the most important part of this post first.
Am I the only one in love with Jeff and Jordan?
Okay, that took me over an hour to get that picture up there. Because I got sucked into spoiler websites and NOW I KNOW WHO WINS POV THIS WEEK. NOOOOOOOOOO. It’s like unwrapping your Christmas presents before Christmas. You WANT to know, but you don’t really want to know. Sigh. I need someone to take the internet away from me.
But back to my favourite people on television. These two are …READ MORE
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?
Saturday is the *birthday. TWENTY EIGHT. I’m sure I’m supposed to be feeling all sorts of things …READ MORE
(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
I was going to let this slide, but I think you all are the perfect people to discuss this with.
Last week my birthday dinner was horrible. I went out for my party on Saturday, but on the Friday- my mom, brother and I went out for dinner. Here is what happened:
Our server rolled her eyes when we asked for menus. Because clearly, I should have the mind powers that let me visualize everything on the menu. Oh, and given her impatience with the few minutes it took us to think about what we want, I apparently should also …READ MORE
Other than the fact that we have matching facial expressions when we find Sephora doesn’t carry our favorite lip gloss:
Stormin' Norman looks ready to Par-tay
… we share a birthday! Today!
Tell me- if you could blow out my candles (why does that sound so filthy?) and have your wish granted, what would you wish for?
(to see what other dreamboat shares my birthday, click here)
And to everyone who read the last post and emailed or tweeted or called or texted or facebook messaged or just sent good wishes via a psychic mind meld … thank you. …READ MORE
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 …READ MORE
You know how you can say goodbye to someone, watch them walk away but not miss them until you turn to their spot beside you (because that is their spot… beside you) to tell them something only to find that they are not there? And suddenly you miss them more than you ever thought you would? Or could? That’s how I feel about the end of summer. I have to admit, by August I’m usually wary of barbeques, the constant hum of lawn mowers and the automatic acceptance of yet another sunburn, but then a cloudy day with a cool breeze comes and …READ MORE
Okay here’s the deal (and can I just say that I’m enjoying the tone my posts have taken lately? There’ s been no deep thinking, no clever analogies, no witty puns- just a lot of straight talk. Pretty soon I’ll be chewing gum when I post and call you all ‘honey’). I’m currently on a lucky streak that’s so lucky that I’m almost frightened. It’s at the point now where I’m starting to think that I might actually be magical and that the next person to win the lottery (if I don’t buy a ticket) will be whoever touches me. …READ MORE
So let’s talk birthday.
It was fantastic. There was ice cream cake and family and presents. There were a few drinks, board games and phone calls from friends in Germany. It was like, all my favourite things wrapped up in a bow and handed to me while I sipped a cocktail and was fanned by shirtless men.
Or something like that.
In preparation for this birthday weekend of theatre watching, piano bar singing and a trip to a corn maze (because I have diverse interests) I went to the mall. First, I returned a pair of cords and a long sleeve …READ MORE
Ray Bradbury, Norman Schwarzkopf and Tori Amos all share ONE thing in common with me. (And it isn’t a love for British boy bands from the early 90′s, or pretty eyes- though I’ve often thought Ray was a dreamboat in old mans clothing.)
I love, love, love today.