The headlines for the past couple of days have been plastered with the story of Leona Helmsley leaving her dog $12 million. When I first heard the story, I thought it was ridiculous. Why in the world would someone leave that much money to a dog? It didn't make any sense. But, after I started thinking and hearing about it more I realized that it made perfect sense.
Leona Helmsely was given the nickname "Queen of Mean" back in the 80's when she was brought up on tax evasion charges. In the video clips and pictures you see of her she always seems to have a scowl on her face. She looks like the real-life Cruella Deville. But, the lady was R-I-C-H. And when she died and her will was read, everybody freaked out about the dog getting a ton of money.
I, for one, don't blame her for giving her dog $12 million. I actually think she made a nice point by doing so. I know everyone is going to think I'm crazy for thinking the way I do but hear me out.
Imagine being dirty, filthy rich. We're talking billionaire rich here. Sure it would be awesome to not have to worry about bills and how you're going to take your next vacation but I think it would also have a down side. Imagine all the people that would hound you for money. Charities, long-lost relatives and/or friends, disgruntled employees... I'm sure the list goes on. I would think, after a while, those requests would start to get old. It may cause you to be skeptical of the people around you. You may wonder why they are around. Because they really and truly like you or because they really like it when you pick up the tab?
Then there is your dog. Sweet, faithful, showing you unconditional love everyday of your life. Imagine being the "Queen of Mean" and having the whole world think you're a huge bitch. Then you get home at the end of the day and you have this warm, fuzzy, little creature that thinks you are the best thing since sliced bread. There is a quote that says something like, I want to be as good a person as my dog thinks I am. Ms. Helmsley probably got that "good person" feeling from her dog.
Now, I'm not saying that her dog needs $12 million to be taken care of for the remainder of its life. But, I'm sure the dog was accustomed to a certain standard of living and, as such, should be taken care of at that same standard. That much money sure could buy a whole lot of kibble and dog treats but I doubt "Trouble" is eating kibble. I think I heard in a news story that the dog eats gourmet meals prepared by a chef. The lady had a ton of money, if she wants a chef to prepare her dog's food- so be it.
But, more than the cost to care for her dog I think Ms. Helmsley was trying to make a statement. A final "f-you" to the people in her life that were insincere. None of us know how her grandchildren treated her. Maybe they were all screw ups that only called her when they needed some money or when they needed help getting out of a jam. Maybe they were spoiled brats that never called or visited her. We'll never know for sure but I think her will made it clear who was number one in her life. The only one in her life that never complained, never asked for money, never called her names or talked about her behind her back, the one who showed her unconditional love and affection was her dog, Trouble. And she returned the favor.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Little Bathroom of Horrors
I HATE cleaning the bathroom. It's freaking nasty! It is by far my most despised chore. I think I'd rather do all my weekly laundry with one arm tied behind my back than have to clean the bathroom. Having two makes it twice as torturous.
I guess it's just my luck that my most hated chore is also the one that needs to be done most often. I am really a slacker though when it comes to cleaning the bathroom. I probably let it slide just a little too long in between cleanings. I understand that bathrooms are supposed to be cleaned before they LOOK dirty. You know, germs and all. But I usually realize it's time to enter the torture chamber when the ring starts developing in the toilet. Several days later I know that I just can't put it off anymore.
The strange thing about it is, I love a clean bathroom. I don't like using dirty public bathrooms and there are some homes I've been in where I'd rather pee on myself than have to use their toilet. I don't like touching the flusher, I don't like touching the door on my way out, I'm really weird about bathrooms. So I don't understand why I am able to let mine go to the point of ickiness that I do. Maybe I think that if they are my germs that they are a little less gross? Nah, I think I just hate cleaning it.
I have to get myself all worked up to clean the bathrooms. The guest bathroom isn't so bad because it doesn't get used as much. A little toilet scrub, a little counter wipe-down and I'm pretty much good to go. But the master bathroom is another story. My shower, as small as it is, is a pain in the ass to scrub. I have stupid 1965 pipes that drip, so not only does the drip irritate the crap out of me, it also keeps my shower wet 24/7 causing a beautiful, slimy mildew to form very quickly. You have to step down about ten inches into my shower so when you clean it, you've got to bend down into it to reach the floor. I usually kneel and lean in but sometimes I just strip to my underwear and jump in there. I pretty much curse the whole time. Joe knows to not even talk to me before, during, or after I've cleaned the bathroom. It pretty much ruins my day.
Once I've accomplished scrubbing the shower and rinse off the cleaning product to reveal that my 1965 tiles still don't look clean, I move on to the toilet. Oh, the toilet. Can I get a big ICK! for the toilet? I think while I'm cleaning it I maintain a low but steady, "ew, ick, ick, ick, ick..." chant. Like Lamaze breathing. It's so nasty. Women must really love men to clean the disaster that is the toilet. I must love Joe anyway. The bowl is gross enough but when you have to lift the seat to clean it and you see what's under there... Ewwwww! You can't see it, but I'm seriously grimacing right now. But, I get my roll of paper towels ready and my Soft Scrub with bleach and I start scrubbing. I start on the rim of the bowl and then make my way around the base and to the bottom where the toilet attaches to the floor. Then I go back to the underside of the seat, then the topside of the seat, the lid, behind the lid, the flusher, the tank, and the top of the tank. It's a little routine so that I don't miss anything and so that I can distract myself from the actual task. Finally, the toilet is clean. For about an hour until somebody has to use it and then all my hard work is right out the door... or down the drain, if you will.
Then I move to the easier task of the sink, counter top and mirror. I try really hard to wipe down the counter top everyday so that it doesn't get totally nasty. It's really the only part of the bathroom that you can't hide. You can close the shower curtain to hide the dirty shower and you can put the toilet lid down to hide the dirty toilet but the sink is just out there with nothing to cover it up with. But, even with the daily wipings the sink and counter get pretty gross. The toothpaste globs and beard trimmings and water/spittle droplets. At least with just a few wipes they're gone and I'm happy. I can walk out of the bathroom knowing that my torture is over at least for another week (ok, maybe two).
This week's bathroom cleaning had to be especially thorough. My mother is going to be watching our dogs for us while we go to Savannah. I have to make sure that I get all the nooks and crannies before she walks in there and sees how I really live. I don't want her to think that I've turned into a pod person that worships mold or something. I'm sure I'll have to do another cleaning before I leave on Friday but at least I have survived one more day of bathroom cleaning hell.
I guess it's just my luck that my most hated chore is also the one that needs to be done most often. I am really a slacker though when it comes to cleaning the bathroom. I probably let it slide just a little too long in between cleanings. I understand that bathrooms are supposed to be cleaned before they LOOK dirty. You know, germs and all. But I usually realize it's time to enter the torture chamber when the ring starts developing in the toilet. Several days later I know that I just can't put it off anymore.
The strange thing about it is, I love a clean bathroom. I don't like using dirty public bathrooms and there are some homes I've been in where I'd rather pee on myself than have to use their toilet. I don't like touching the flusher, I don't like touching the door on my way out, I'm really weird about bathrooms. So I don't understand why I am able to let mine go to the point of ickiness that I do. Maybe I think that if they are my germs that they are a little less gross? Nah, I think I just hate cleaning it.
I have to get myself all worked up to clean the bathrooms. The guest bathroom isn't so bad because it doesn't get used as much. A little toilet scrub, a little counter wipe-down and I'm pretty much good to go. But the master bathroom is another story. My shower, as small as it is, is a pain in the ass to scrub. I have stupid 1965 pipes that drip, so not only does the drip irritate the crap out of me, it also keeps my shower wet 24/7 causing a beautiful, slimy mildew to form very quickly. You have to step down about ten inches into my shower so when you clean it, you've got to bend down into it to reach the floor. I usually kneel and lean in but sometimes I just strip to my underwear and jump in there. I pretty much curse the whole time. Joe knows to not even talk to me before, during, or after I've cleaned the bathroom. It pretty much ruins my day.
Once I've accomplished scrubbing the shower and rinse off the cleaning product to reveal that my 1965 tiles still don't look clean, I move on to the toilet. Oh, the toilet. Can I get a big ICK! for the toilet? I think while I'm cleaning it I maintain a low but steady, "ew, ick, ick, ick, ick..." chant. Like Lamaze breathing. It's so nasty. Women must really love men to clean the disaster that is the toilet. I must love Joe anyway. The bowl is gross enough but when you have to lift the seat to clean it and you see what's under there... Ewwwww! You can't see it, but I'm seriously grimacing right now. But, I get my roll of paper towels ready and my Soft Scrub with bleach and I start scrubbing. I start on the rim of the bowl and then make my way around the base and to the bottom where the toilet attaches to the floor. Then I go back to the underside of the seat, then the topside of the seat, the lid, behind the lid, the flusher, the tank, and the top of the tank. It's a little routine so that I don't miss anything and so that I can distract myself from the actual task. Finally, the toilet is clean. For about an hour until somebody has to use it and then all my hard work is right out the door... or down the drain, if you will.
Then I move to the easier task of the sink, counter top and mirror. I try really hard to wipe down the counter top everyday so that it doesn't get totally nasty. It's really the only part of the bathroom that you can't hide. You can close the shower curtain to hide the dirty shower and you can put the toilet lid down to hide the dirty toilet but the sink is just out there with nothing to cover it up with. But, even with the daily wipings the sink and counter get pretty gross. The toothpaste globs and beard trimmings and water/spittle droplets. At least with just a few wipes they're gone and I'm happy. I can walk out of the bathroom knowing that my torture is over at least for another week (ok, maybe two).
This week's bathroom cleaning had to be especially thorough. My mother is going to be watching our dogs for us while we go to Savannah. I have to make sure that I get all the nooks and crannies before she walks in there and sees how I really live. I don't want her to think that I've turned into a pod person that worships mold or something. I'm sure I'll have to do another cleaning before I leave on Friday but at least I have survived one more day of bathroom cleaning hell.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Gentlemen Prefer Blondes
I put my foot down! I went to the hairdresser on Saturday and told her no more dark and no more red. I told her it's just not me and I wanted to go back to something lighter and brighter. She was very happy to oblige. So I got some blond highlights and I couldn't be happier! It's so amazing how making such a simple change can do so much for your attitude.
I felt just ok with my darker hair. Joe still told me I looked pretty and my friends told me they liked it but I really just didn't feel like ME. But now that I'm back to blond the response has been completely different. Everyday since the change at least one person has commented on how great I look. That's a pretty awesome thing to hear everyday. And it's not just that other people are telling me that I look good, when I look in the mirror I just feel better. I feel like I look like myself but bronzier and glowier. I definitely think I'm going to stick with the lighter me.
I'm also excited that I'll get to take my new hair on vacation next week. Let me tell you, this vacation has been a long time coming. We usually will take one vacation a year and we usually do it around May-ish. Having to wait until August has been brutal! I need a vacation like Britney needs birth control. I just can not wait to go to Savannah and just lounge and relax and see the sites and eat! Like Jimmy Buffett says, "give me oysters and beer for dinner everyday for a year and I can be fine." Mmmm... I can't wait!
I know it's going to be hotter than hell there so I'm already starting to think about my vacation wardrobe. Whenever I go on vacation I tend to over pack. I think it runs in my family. I always pack cute stuff that I think I'm going to wear and then I get there and end up wearing the same old stuff that I wear at home. And I never bring sensible shoes. On our trip to New Orleans two years ago I only brought flip flops and wedges. After one day of walking the city it felt like all the bones in my feet where bruised. I never ever wear tennis shoes unless I'm on a serious exercise walk and, even then, the ones I have aren't that cute or stylish. So, I'm going to try to find some cute tennies before we go. I hope to find some cute Pumas or something. We'll see.
My vacation wardrobe will probably consist of a couple pairs of shorts and some tank tops and t-shirts. Maybe a sundress or two thrown in for good measure, some flip flops, a bathing suit (eek!) and a cover up. That should get me through 3 days right? We're old now so it's not like I'm going to need clothes to go out in. I just need stuff that I can walk around in and that has room for me to eat (a lot).
Only 9 days and counting.....
I felt just ok with my darker hair. Joe still told me I looked pretty and my friends told me they liked it but I really just didn't feel like ME. But now that I'm back to blond the response has been completely different. Everyday since the change at least one person has commented on how great I look. That's a pretty awesome thing to hear everyday. And it's not just that other people are telling me that I look good, when I look in the mirror I just feel better. I feel like I look like myself but bronzier and glowier. I definitely think I'm going to stick with the lighter me.
I'm also excited that I'll get to take my new hair on vacation next week. Let me tell you, this vacation has been a long time coming. We usually will take one vacation a year and we usually do it around May-ish. Having to wait until August has been brutal! I need a vacation like Britney needs birth control. I just can not wait to go to Savannah and just lounge and relax and see the sites and eat! Like Jimmy Buffett says, "give me oysters and beer for dinner everyday for a year and I can be fine." Mmmm... I can't wait!
I know it's going to be hotter than hell there so I'm already starting to think about my vacation wardrobe. Whenever I go on vacation I tend to over pack. I think it runs in my family. I always pack cute stuff that I think I'm going to wear and then I get there and end up wearing the same old stuff that I wear at home. And I never bring sensible shoes. On our trip to New Orleans two years ago I only brought flip flops and wedges. After one day of walking the city it felt like all the bones in my feet where bruised. I never ever wear tennis shoes unless I'm on a serious exercise walk and, even then, the ones I have aren't that cute or stylish. So, I'm going to try to find some cute tennies before we go. I hope to find some cute Pumas or something. We'll see.
My vacation wardrobe will probably consist of a couple pairs of shorts and some tank tops and t-shirts. Maybe a sundress or two thrown in for good measure, some flip flops, a bathing suit (eek!) and a cover up. That should get me through 3 days right? We're old now so it's not like I'm going to need clothes to go out in. I just need stuff that I can walk around in and that has room for me to eat (a lot).
Only 9 days and counting.....
Monday, August 20, 2007
A New Venture
So, about a week ago I had an epiphany while taking a shower before work. I had just caught about 5 minutes of my local news before jumping in the shower and what I saw really annoyed me. In the couple of minutes that I watched the news, every story was bad. There were murders, dog fighting, war, bridge collapses. Very depressing stuff. So, while in the shower I thought, there has to be a better way!
Joe and I don't watch the evening news. It's too depressing. Every story is a bad story about some terrible tragedy or how awful the government is or how bad the war in Iraq is going. I found myself just getting my news from the Internet so that I could pick and choose the stories that I wanted to read. I've also heard from other people that they don't watch the news for very similar reasons.
I've decided that I am going to create a news site that only lists good news stories. Stories about people who are doing good things in their communities or helping those in need. Stories about the good and happy stuff that's happening around us. Stuff that the negative news media deems less important to report on than murders and other awful things.
So I did it. I registered my domain name and created a website. I just posted my first couple of stories. Let me tell you, it is not easy combing through news stories finding the good stuff. I only have 3 stories right now but I've got more coming. I hope that, if you're sick of the regular news like I am, you'll read my site and pass it on. Also, if you come across any news stories that touch you or you think are just nice, send them my way and I'll post those too.
I'm really excited about this new outlet and hope that you will be too. I feel really energized about doing something so positive.
So, here is the link to my site. I'd love to hear what you think!
http://positivenewsdirect.com/
Joe and I don't watch the evening news. It's too depressing. Every story is a bad story about some terrible tragedy or how awful the government is or how bad the war in Iraq is going. I found myself just getting my news from the Internet so that I could pick and choose the stories that I wanted to read. I've also heard from other people that they don't watch the news for very similar reasons.
I've decided that I am going to create a news site that only lists good news stories. Stories about people who are doing good things in their communities or helping those in need. Stories about the good and happy stuff that's happening around us. Stuff that the negative news media deems less important to report on than murders and other awful things.
So I did it. I registered my domain name and created a website. I just posted my first couple of stories. Let me tell you, it is not easy combing through news stories finding the good stuff. I only have 3 stories right now but I've got more coming. I hope that, if you're sick of the regular news like I am, you'll read my site and pass it on. Also, if you come across any news stories that touch you or you think are just nice, send them my way and I'll post those too.
I'm really excited about this new outlet and hope that you will be too. I feel really energized about doing something so positive.
So, here is the link to my site. I'd love to hear what you think!
http://positivenewsdirect.com/
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Mamas Don't Let Your Babies
Grow up to be.... Ho's! Something is happening with the world and how they market to young children and adolescents. The clothes out there are getting more and more risque and for some reason, parents are buying them. Girls think they have to be ditsy and/or sexy to get the attention of boys and boys think they have to be pimps. I really don't understand the reason why this is happening.
I was watching an episode of "The Simple Life" the other day and Paris Hilton was on there signing autographs for something. A mother brought her daughter, who was probably 6 or 7, to get Paris Hilton's autograph. When the girl got up to the table she told Paris that she was her idol and she wanted to be just like her when she grew up. The mom was standing there just beaming like her child was looking up to Eleanor Roosevelt or something. I started thinking to myself, is this really the role model that our little girls are looking up to? A woman that is known for her catch phrases and club hopping, her sex tapes and DUI arrests, her jail controversy and her irresponsible pet adoptions! Don't get me wrong, I love reading about all of Paris's drama but I'm a grown woman old enough to know that the girl is nothing more than a glitzy character playing it up for the paparazzi. She is definitely not someone that little girls should be looking up to.
Then there are the clothing choices. I really don't know which direction to point my finger for this one. Do I point to parents for allowing their children to walk out of the house looking like sluts or thugs, the clothing industry for making stuff that's inappropriate for kids to be wearing or the media for showing girls dressed slutty on TV? I actually think they're all to blame. Kids just want to be cool. It's been that way since the "good old days". Looking cool, a lot of times, means looking like your favorite rock star or movie star or TV star. That's fine usually but when your favorite rock star is boobs or booty out in her video dry humping a pole or something, it's a little different. I know I'm coming off like a huge hypocrite right now because I was all about wanting to be like Madonna in the 80's when she was at the height of popularity. But, it was my parents' responsibility to make sure I didn't walk out of the house in a cone bra and lace leggings.
I see more and more little girls dressed inappropriately. Just yesterday at Target I watched a little girl (12 or 13) walking into the store with her mom wearing what had to be the shortest shorts ever! I swear, her butt cheeks were hanging out the bottom of her shorts. Now, why the hell would that mom let her kid wear that out of the house? I just don't get it. The same goes for too much cleavage, too tight pants that cause "muffin top", and bare midriffs. I really can't stand the cheerleading uniforms that a lot of middle and high schools have now that are half shirts. I think it's terrible that the school allows that because there is always at least one little chubby girl out there in her half top with her belly hanging out. It's terrible. Do parent's not see what their kids look like?
Another thing that really drives me nuts is the "funny" baby onesies that are popping up. I'm not talking about the harmless ones. My nephew has one that says, "sorry ladies, pimps don't fall in love". It's cute and silly and fine. But, some are downright mean and inappropriate for a baby to be wearing. Some of the best (worst) are, "all daddy wanted was a blow job", and "proof that daddy sucks at pulling out". They are funny but seriously, would you put those on your baby?! Those scream "white trash".
I guess it's our culture and I'm just going to have to get used to it. All I can do is not dress my future children like ho's and pass on the word to everyone else that it's not ok. I really wish I could reach the rest of the world. I actually saw in two different tabloid magazines a "Who Wore It Best" between Suri Cruise and Lola Sheen in their matching bathing suits and a "Whose Haircut is Cuter" between Suri Cruise and Violet Affleck. THEY ARE BABIES! Are we seriously going to start judging them on their outfits and comparing them to each other? It made me so mad to see that. Leave those poor babies alone!
I guess all we can do is take care of what happens in our own homes. Teach our children that they don't have to dress sexy to get the attention of boys or that boys don't have to treat girls like "video vixens" to be cool. We need to teach our kids how to be polite and appropriate for their situations. They should know that not showing everything is sexier than putting it all out there for everyone to see. I guess it's just me getting old and more responsible. I really wish some other parents out there would do the same. There would be a lot more kids acting their age instead of trying to grow up way too fast.
I was watching an episode of "The Simple Life" the other day and Paris Hilton was on there signing autographs for something. A mother brought her daughter, who was probably 6 or 7, to get Paris Hilton's autograph. When the girl got up to the table she told Paris that she was her idol and she wanted to be just like her when she grew up. The mom was standing there just beaming like her child was looking up to Eleanor Roosevelt or something. I started thinking to myself, is this really the role model that our little girls are looking up to? A woman that is known for her catch phrases and club hopping, her sex tapes and DUI arrests, her jail controversy and her irresponsible pet adoptions! Don't get me wrong, I love reading about all of Paris's drama but I'm a grown woman old enough to know that the girl is nothing more than a glitzy character playing it up for the paparazzi. She is definitely not someone that little girls should be looking up to.
Then there are the clothing choices. I really don't know which direction to point my finger for this one. Do I point to parents for allowing their children to walk out of the house looking like sluts or thugs, the clothing industry for making stuff that's inappropriate for kids to be wearing or the media for showing girls dressed slutty on TV? I actually think they're all to blame. Kids just want to be cool. It's been that way since the "good old days". Looking cool, a lot of times, means looking like your favorite rock star or movie star or TV star. That's fine usually but when your favorite rock star is boobs or booty out in her video dry humping a pole or something, it's a little different. I know I'm coming off like a huge hypocrite right now because I was all about wanting to be like Madonna in the 80's when she was at the height of popularity. But, it was my parents' responsibility to make sure I didn't walk out of the house in a cone bra and lace leggings.
I see more and more little girls dressed inappropriately. Just yesterday at Target I watched a little girl (12 or 13) walking into the store with her mom wearing what had to be the shortest shorts ever! I swear, her butt cheeks were hanging out the bottom of her shorts. Now, why the hell would that mom let her kid wear that out of the house? I just don't get it. The same goes for too much cleavage, too tight pants that cause "muffin top", and bare midriffs. I really can't stand the cheerleading uniforms that a lot of middle and high schools have now that are half shirts. I think it's terrible that the school allows that because there is always at least one little chubby girl out there in her half top with her belly hanging out. It's terrible. Do parent's not see what their kids look like?
Another thing that really drives me nuts is the "funny" baby onesies that are popping up. I'm not talking about the harmless ones. My nephew has one that says, "sorry ladies, pimps don't fall in love". It's cute and silly and fine. But, some are downright mean and inappropriate for a baby to be wearing. Some of the best (worst) are, "all daddy wanted was a blow job", and "proof that daddy sucks at pulling out". They are funny but seriously, would you put those on your baby?! Those scream "white trash".
I guess it's our culture and I'm just going to have to get used to it. All I can do is not dress my future children like ho's and pass on the word to everyone else that it's not ok. I really wish I could reach the rest of the world. I actually saw in two different tabloid magazines a "Who Wore It Best" between Suri Cruise and Lola Sheen in their matching bathing suits and a "Whose Haircut is Cuter" between Suri Cruise and Violet Affleck. THEY ARE BABIES! Are we seriously going to start judging them on their outfits and comparing them to each other? It made me so mad to see that. Leave those poor babies alone!
I guess all we can do is take care of what happens in our own homes. Teach our children that they don't have to dress sexy to get the attention of boys or that boys don't have to treat girls like "video vixens" to be cool. We need to teach our kids how to be polite and appropriate for their situations. They should know that not showing everything is sexier than putting it all out there for everyone to see. I guess it's just me getting old and more responsible. I really wish some other parents out there would do the same. There would be a lot more kids acting their age instead of trying to grow up way too fast.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Super Powers
I've heard the question asked a million times. "If you could choose any super power, what would it be?" There are so many to choose from and everybody has their reason for choosing their favorite. I guess that super powers could be used for good or for evil. The evil stuff just seems way more fun though. What good is a super power if you can't use it for your benefit?!
I guess one of the first that comes to mind is the ability to freeze time. This one would definitely come in handy. You could pause the world and take a little personal time out or use it to have an extra long lunch break. You could also use it to get out of awkward situations. Say you bump into someone you haven't seen in a while and you're looking a little extra bloated that day. They ask you when the baby's due. PAUSE! I'm outta there in a flash! Not before I write "bitch" on their forehead with my lipstick though.
Another good power to have would be the ability to read minds. Imagine the power you could possess! I'm nosey so I'd love to have all that info about what people are really thinking. You'd be the secret keeper for the whole world! Think of the blackmail opportunities! And, no more wondering if people are paying you backhanded compliments. I guess there would be a downside to this one because you just might not want to know what some people are thinking. Oh well, you take the good with the bad.
One of the biggest, I think, is the ability to fly! Imagine how awesome it'd be to just be able to fly around. Think of the time you'd save on your commute to work. And, you'd be saving the environment. But you'd have to be able to fly fast like Superman, no bird speed here. You could fly to different countries and hang out for a while and fly back. Visiting relatives would be a breeze- literally. It would be so neat to be up in the sky all by yourself looking down on the world.
There are a ton more to consider; super speed, super strength, super hearing, the Spiderman stuff.... The list goes on. I know there are a ton that I've overlooked because whenever this question is posed to me I know the answer immediately. My answer never changes because I feel like I have picked the absolute greatest super power ever. Invisibility.
Of course all of my reasons for choosing invisibility as my super power are deceitful. Think about how fun it would be to be invisible! Number one, you could totally eavesdrop! You could just be hanging around somewhere just being all nosey and no one would ever know! You could hear what guys talk about when you're not around or what other people say about you behind your back. You could hang out in stores after they close and try on all the clothes and makeup and shoes. It'd be like the movie Mannequin but without the creepiness of a mannequin coming to life. You could also hide out in a bank and make off with some extra cash. Just think of the possibilities!
Whatever your super power of choice is, I'm sure you've got good reasons. I'm never giving up my dream though. Maybe someday I'll experience the power of invisibility. If you start hearing about Christian Laboutin's walking out of the stores by themselves or banks just missing money you'll know that I've got my power!
I guess one of the first that comes to mind is the ability to freeze time. This one would definitely come in handy. You could pause the world and take a little personal time out or use it to have an extra long lunch break. You could also use it to get out of awkward situations. Say you bump into someone you haven't seen in a while and you're looking a little extra bloated that day. They ask you when the baby's due. PAUSE! I'm outta there in a flash! Not before I write "bitch" on their forehead with my lipstick though.
Another good power to have would be the ability to read minds. Imagine the power you could possess! I'm nosey so I'd love to have all that info about what people are really thinking. You'd be the secret keeper for the whole world! Think of the blackmail opportunities! And, no more wondering if people are paying you backhanded compliments. I guess there would be a downside to this one because you just might not want to know what some people are thinking. Oh well, you take the good with the bad.
One of the biggest, I think, is the ability to fly! Imagine how awesome it'd be to just be able to fly around. Think of the time you'd save on your commute to work. And, you'd be saving the environment. But you'd have to be able to fly fast like Superman, no bird speed here. You could fly to different countries and hang out for a while and fly back. Visiting relatives would be a breeze- literally. It would be so neat to be up in the sky all by yourself looking down on the world.
There are a ton more to consider; super speed, super strength, super hearing, the Spiderman stuff.... The list goes on. I know there are a ton that I've overlooked because whenever this question is posed to me I know the answer immediately. My answer never changes because I feel like I have picked the absolute greatest super power ever. Invisibility.
Of course all of my reasons for choosing invisibility as my super power are deceitful. Think about how fun it would be to be invisible! Number one, you could totally eavesdrop! You could just be hanging around somewhere just being all nosey and no one would ever know! You could hear what guys talk about when you're not around or what other people say about you behind your back. You could hang out in stores after they close and try on all the clothes and makeup and shoes. It'd be like the movie Mannequin but without the creepiness of a mannequin coming to life. You could also hide out in a bank and make off with some extra cash. Just think of the possibilities!
Whatever your super power of choice is, I'm sure you've got good reasons. I'm never giving up my dream though. Maybe someday I'll experience the power of invisibility. If you start hearing about Christian Laboutin's walking out of the stores by themselves or banks just missing money you'll know that I've got my power!
Monday, August 13, 2007
Shopaholic
You know what I really miss? Back to school shopping! That was one of the best times of the year. It's like an authorized (almost required) shopping spree! Parents didn't complain too much if you wanted another pair of shoes or more jeans. They were happy to help you prepare to start a new year. It was great. But once you get out of school, you don't get them anymore. I think that's unfair. I think that we should continue to have these required shopping sprees at regular intervals throughout our adult lives.
I want a shopping spree! I haven't been REALLY shopping for a while. I've bought a few things here and there but nothing even close to a spree. Ah, wouldn't it be great to just take a whole week and shop to your hearts content? You can't see it but chirping birds and little hearts are floating over my head right now. The thought of non-stop shopping makes my heart go pitter-patter.
I've always loved to window shop. I don't even need a window. I can window shop online. I can window shop in a magazine. I can window shop in the middle of a store or a mall. I'm a window shopping expert. I even have a "wish book" of sorts where I tear out things I see in magazines that I love and keep them in a folder for future reference. Not necessarily to buy but just to look at and try to copy. Usually a little bit of actual shopping accompanies window shopping. Sometimes while you're browsing, something amazing that just won't let you leave the store without it jumps into your cart. It just knows you can't live without it so it makes you buy it. I've had a couple of moments like that recently.
But sometimes the shopping bug bites and you start to break out in hives and hyperventilate like you're having an allergic reaction and the only way to cure this reaction is by shopping. That's me right now. I NEED to shop. It's a physical need. Food, water, shopping. I need one of those credit card maxing, complete wardrobe overhaul, need an extra closet shopping sprees. But, alas, I'm an adult and adults can't do fun and wonderful (and irresponsible) things like that. Unless of course you win the lottery. And I haven't recently.
What's really funny though is that usually when you have the money to spend and you've gotten yourself all worked up to shop and you've picked the perfect route around the mall and know exactly what you're looking for- you can't find shit. It's always the times that you've just paid the mortgage or you're in a huge hurry and are just breezing through the store that you find stuff you want. I had a recent trip to Target where everything in the damn store from clothes to purses to freaking housewares were calling my name. They were just begging me to charge up the credit cards. The housewares section was telling me that I had to redecorate my house and the clothes were telling me that I need new stuff to take on vacation. Even the purses chimed in to say that I just can't go through life without another brown purse. But responsibility took over and I told them all to shut up and leave me alone.
Responsibility can only fight the urge for so long though. I'm gearing up. It's gonna be a big one. Like a volcanic eruption. The stores better watch out because when I get my spree I'm going to be burning up the aisles.
I want a shopping spree! I haven't been REALLY shopping for a while. I've bought a few things here and there but nothing even close to a spree. Ah, wouldn't it be great to just take a whole week and shop to your hearts content? You can't see it but chirping birds and little hearts are floating over my head right now. The thought of non-stop shopping makes my heart go pitter-patter.
I've always loved to window shop. I don't even need a window. I can window shop online. I can window shop in a magazine. I can window shop in the middle of a store or a mall. I'm a window shopping expert. I even have a "wish book" of sorts where I tear out things I see in magazines that I love and keep them in a folder for future reference. Not necessarily to buy but just to look at and try to copy. Usually a little bit of actual shopping accompanies window shopping. Sometimes while you're browsing, something amazing that just won't let you leave the store without it jumps into your cart. It just knows you can't live without it so it makes you buy it. I've had a couple of moments like that recently.
But sometimes the shopping bug bites and you start to break out in hives and hyperventilate like you're having an allergic reaction and the only way to cure this reaction is by shopping. That's me right now. I NEED to shop. It's a physical need. Food, water, shopping. I need one of those credit card maxing, complete wardrobe overhaul, need an extra closet shopping sprees. But, alas, I'm an adult and adults can't do fun and wonderful (and irresponsible) things like that. Unless of course you win the lottery. And I haven't recently.
What's really funny though is that usually when you have the money to spend and you've gotten yourself all worked up to shop and you've picked the perfect route around the mall and know exactly what you're looking for- you can't find shit. It's always the times that you've just paid the mortgage or you're in a huge hurry and are just breezing through the store that you find stuff you want. I had a recent trip to Target where everything in the damn store from clothes to purses to freaking housewares were calling my name. They were just begging me to charge up the credit cards. The housewares section was telling me that I had to redecorate my house and the clothes were telling me that I need new stuff to take on vacation. Even the purses chimed in to say that I just can't go through life without another brown purse. But responsibility took over and I told them all to shut up and leave me alone.
Responsibility can only fight the urge for so long though. I'm gearing up. It's gonna be a big one. Like a volcanic eruption. The stores better watch out because when I get my spree I'm going to be burning up the aisles.
Friday, August 10, 2007
Food for the Soul
I've always exclaimed about how lucky I am to have great friendships. I love my girlfriends so much and feel very grateful to have them in my life. We have been friends for more than ten years now and, besides my family, they are the longest relationships I've ever had.
A lot has changed in our ten years together. We've seen boyfriends come and go, moved away from each other, graduated college, got married, bought houses, experienced the loss of each other's parents, and one of us even has a baby. We've seen our hairstyles change, our weight go up and down, our styles grow and evolve but we've always managed to keep in touch. It's mostly by email now-a-days but we still communicate on an almost daily basis.
Last night was a really great night for me. Like I said, I "talk" with my girls through email almost every day but we don't get to spend much face-to-face time together. But, my darling Nikki is in town from Tallahassee this week and we got to hang out last night. We went to dinner with Jenn and Robbie and Nikki and just talked and laughed and had a great time. When you've been friends for so long, the conversation just flows. We know each other's history and our situations and have tons of stories and jokes that only we know and get.
After dinner Nikki came back to our house and we cracked a bottle of wine and really started having a good time. It took me back to my Tallahassee days when we'd finish three bottles of wine in a night (with Stacy's help) and just laugh and talk and hang out. No offense to Joe but sometimes you just need some girl talk. I was actually really surprised this morning at how great it felt just to have that release. I could talk about shoes and clothes and gossip with someone who really "gets" it and can contribute to the conversation. I'm sure it's the same way Joe feels when talking about football with the guys.
Joe laughs at me because I'm definitely not a "brancher". I don't seek out new friends and am not a social butterfly when we go out. I'm so comfortable with the friends I have and I think I've been spoiled by the relationships that I've made. Why go out and get new friends when the ones I've got are so wonderful? Ya' know?
It makes me really want to try to spend a lot more time with my friends. We get so busy in our lives that we forget how important it is to spend time with them. It really is a rejuvenation for your spirit. So, if you've got friends that you haven't talked to in a while now is a great time to call them or email them just to see how they are. If they are good friends I'm sure you'll experience a boost in your mood. It is a really great feeling.
A lot has changed in our ten years together. We've seen boyfriends come and go, moved away from each other, graduated college, got married, bought houses, experienced the loss of each other's parents, and one of us even has a baby. We've seen our hairstyles change, our weight go up and down, our styles grow and evolve but we've always managed to keep in touch. It's mostly by email now-a-days but we still communicate on an almost daily basis.
Last night was a really great night for me. Like I said, I "talk" with my girls through email almost every day but we don't get to spend much face-to-face time together. But, my darling Nikki is in town from Tallahassee this week and we got to hang out last night. We went to dinner with Jenn and Robbie and Nikki and just talked and laughed and had a great time. When you've been friends for so long, the conversation just flows. We know each other's history and our situations and have tons of stories and jokes that only we know and get.
After dinner Nikki came back to our house and we cracked a bottle of wine and really started having a good time. It took me back to my Tallahassee days when we'd finish three bottles of wine in a night (with Stacy's help) and just laugh and talk and hang out. No offense to Joe but sometimes you just need some girl talk. I was actually really surprised this morning at how great it felt just to have that release. I could talk about shoes and clothes and gossip with someone who really "gets" it and can contribute to the conversation. I'm sure it's the same way Joe feels when talking about football with the guys.
Joe laughs at me because I'm definitely not a "brancher". I don't seek out new friends and am not a social butterfly when we go out. I'm so comfortable with the friends I have and I think I've been spoiled by the relationships that I've made. Why go out and get new friends when the ones I've got are so wonderful? Ya' know?
It makes me really want to try to spend a lot more time with my friends. We get so busy in our lives that we forget how important it is to spend time with them. It really is a rejuvenation for your spirit. So, if you've got friends that you haven't talked to in a while now is a great time to call them or email them just to see how they are. If they are good friends I'm sure you'll experience a boost in your mood. It is a really great feeling.
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Living the Florida Lifestyle
Living in Florida is interesting. I really think you either love it or you hate it. There aren't too many people who are in between. I happen to really love it. Even though, right now, real estate sucks and the wages are too low, taxes and insurance are too high, and there are more and more "northerners" everyday it's still a great place to live. We've given thought to leaving Florida in search of cheaper insurance, no hurricanes, cheaper housing but we can never think of a place we'd rather live (ok, maybe Hawaii but nowhere else realistically).
The weather here has been brutal this week. It's so hot that you can actually see the heat. It's really humid so it looks hazy and, I guess, heavy is the best way to describe it. It's been in the mid to high 90's but with the humidity it feels like 104-108. You can't be outside for too long before you're sweating and uncomfortable. I got an email from Aunt Patty the other day talking about Florida and it was pretty much right on with the heat part. It said you go outside and start to sweat and it's only 7:30am. We do what we can to stay cool though. Lots of A/C, lots of water, and as little clothes as we can possibly get by with. I was laughing yesterday because I've started getting my September magazines and the models are wearing wool and tights and hats and boots! We don't even pull that stuff out until December or January! I've got months of shorts and tank tops and flip flops left!
One really great thing about the heat is cooling off in the pool. We've been coming home after work and jumping in the pool. We'll swim until we get hungry then towel off for dinner. The dogs love it because they jump and swim and chase their tennis ball. It's a really nice way to relax after a long, stressful day.
Another great thing about living here is the proximity to everything cool. We're less than an hour from some of the greatest attractions in the world! We've got all the Disney parks and attractions, Universal Studios and fine dining, upscale shopping, the Daytona Speedway and the beaches, a huge cruise terminal, and the mack daddy of them all, the Kennedy Space Center. Not that we visit these attractions as often as we should but having access to them is pretty amazing. People plan their yearly vacations around the place that I live. We have to count ourselves lucky for that. Also, how many people get to drive to work and watch the sunrise over the river and see dolphins and manatees swimming around? Not too many.
Tonight was one of those amazing Florida evenings. I got home from work and Joe was already manning the grill, cooking up some hot dogs for dinner. We changed into our bathing suits and jumped in the pool. We swam around with the dogs and watched them chase their ball while we talked about our crazy days. We capped off the evening in the deep end of the pool by watching the shuttle Endeavour take off into space. You don't get much more Florida than that. I bitch about the heat and the tourists and my insurance but a night like tonight reminds me how lucky I am to be able to experience things that most people will never get to. And that's pretty darn great!
The weather here has been brutal this week. It's so hot that you can actually see the heat. It's really humid so it looks hazy and, I guess, heavy is the best way to describe it. It's been in the mid to high 90's but with the humidity it feels like 104-108. You can't be outside for too long before you're sweating and uncomfortable. I got an email from Aunt Patty the other day talking about Florida and it was pretty much right on with the heat part. It said you go outside and start to sweat and it's only 7:30am. We do what we can to stay cool though. Lots of A/C, lots of water, and as little clothes as we can possibly get by with. I was laughing yesterday because I've started getting my September magazines and the models are wearing wool and tights and hats and boots! We don't even pull that stuff out until December or January! I've got months of shorts and tank tops and flip flops left!
One really great thing about the heat is cooling off in the pool. We've been coming home after work and jumping in the pool. We'll swim until we get hungry then towel off for dinner. The dogs love it because they jump and swim and chase their tennis ball. It's a really nice way to relax after a long, stressful day.
Another great thing about living here is the proximity to everything cool. We're less than an hour from some of the greatest attractions in the world! We've got all the Disney parks and attractions, Universal Studios and fine dining, upscale shopping, the Daytona Speedway and the beaches, a huge cruise terminal, and the mack daddy of them all, the Kennedy Space Center. Not that we visit these attractions as often as we should but having access to them is pretty amazing. People plan their yearly vacations around the place that I live. We have to count ourselves lucky for that. Also, how many people get to drive to work and watch the sunrise over the river and see dolphins and manatees swimming around? Not too many.
Tonight was one of those amazing Florida evenings. I got home from work and Joe was already manning the grill, cooking up some hot dogs for dinner. We changed into our bathing suits and jumped in the pool. We swam around with the dogs and watched them chase their ball while we talked about our crazy days. We capped off the evening in the deep end of the pool by watching the shuttle Endeavour take off into space. You don't get much more Florida than that. I bitch about the heat and the tourists and my insurance but a night like tonight reminds me how lucky I am to be able to experience things that most people will never get to. And that's pretty darn great!
Monday, August 6, 2007
Instant Gratification
I'm a very impatient person. When I want something, I want it now. I don't know if it's my personality or if I'm just a product of my generation but that's how I feel. In this society, we've grown accustomed to getting things in the blink of an eye, or the click of a mouse usually. Cell phones have made it easier to get in contact with people so we can get the answers to our most important questions answered immediately. Like, "what's for dinner?" or "what are you wearing?". We can google almost anything and have an answer before you can say "google". We can take a picture and upload it and send it all over the world in seconds. It's what the world's grown into and we've all gotten so used to it that we expect it in every aspect of our lives.
Weight loss, for instance. I don't want to have to sacrifice my time or my pleasure to work out and eat healthy. I'm one of those people who goes for a walk and then goes home and looks in the mirror to see if I look skinnier yet. I weigh myself every morning to see if, by eating really healthy the day before, I've lost any weight. I want to swim a couple of laps in the pool and emerge with a long and lean swimmer's body. If I cut out carbs for the day I expect my cellulite to magically disappear. It's probably why weight loss is so hard for me. When I don't see immediate results from the hard work I put in, I give up and go back to my unhealthy ways.
Tanning is another area that I could use some instant gratification. It's freaking hot outside- even in the pool. I don't want to lay around all day to get some sun. Don't start, I know it's unhealthy... blah, blah, blah. I expect, after a half hour or so, to step out of the pool looking like Giselle Bundchen. Don't get me started on spray on tans either. They do not look the same. I don't care how many magazines say the look is natural- it's not. It might fool someone on a corn field in Iowa but us Florida girls know what a real tan looks like.
Then there is the corporate ladder. Who wants to start at the bottom and work their way up? Not me, I want to be the boss from the beginning! I want the big salary and the stock options and the big office. I want the option to take long lunches and skip out early on Fridays. Don't get me wrong, I'm willing to work but I want to work according to my rules, not someone else's.
The list goes on and on. We want our fast food faster, I get mad if a restaurant doesn't have a drive through, we Tivo TV shows so we can fast forward through all the fluff and get to the good stuff, we don't want to buy a whole CD we only want to download the songs we want.... And it's probably only going to get worse. How can you blame me for wanting "it" and wanting it now? It's what I was raised to do. I sound like one of the kids from My Super Sweet Sixteen or the girl from Willy Wonka, "Daddy I want a golden goose". How can I stop feeling this way? How can I go back to the old way of working hard to get what I want? How can I be happy doing that? They say patience is a virtue but this world is teaching us to be inpatient. And I'm right here, tapping my foot while looking at my watch waiting for it to change.
Weight loss, for instance. I don't want to have to sacrifice my time or my pleasure to work out and eat healthy. I'm one of those people who goes for a walk and then goes home and looks in the mirror to see if I look skinnier yet. I weigh myself every morning to see if, by eating really healthy the day before, I've lost any weight. I want to swim a couple of laps in the pool and emerge with a long and lean swimmer's body. If I cut out carbs for the day I expect my cellulite to magically disappear. It's probably why weight loss is so hard for me. When I don't see immediate results from the hard work I put in, I give up and go back to my unhealthy ways.
Tanning is another area that I could use some instant gratification. It's freaking hot outside- even in the pool. I don't want to lay around all day to get some sun. Don't start, I know it's unhealthy... blah, blah, blah. I expect, after a half hour or so, to step out of the pool looking like Giselle Bundchen. Don't get me started on spray on tans either. They do not look the same. I don't care how many magazines say the look is natural- it's not. It might fool someone on a corn field in Iowa but us Florida girls know what a real tan looks like.
Then there is the corporate ladder. Who wants to start at the bottom and work their way up? Not me, I want to be the boss from the beginning! I want the big salary and the stock options and the big office. I want the option to take long lunches and skip out early on Fridays. Don't get me wrong, I'm willing to work but I want to work according to my rules, not someone else's.
The list goes on and on. We want our fast food faster, I get mad if a restaurant doesn't have a drive through, we Tivo TV shows so we can fast forward through all the fluff and get to the good stuff, we don't want to buy a whole CD we only want to download the songs we want.... And it's probably only going to get worse. How can you blame me for wanting "it" and wanting it now? It's what I was raised to do. I sound like one of the kids from My Super Sweet Sixteen or the girl from Willy Wonka, "Daddy I want a golden goose". How can I stop feeling this way? How can I go back to the old way of working hard to get what I want? How can I be happy doing that? They say patience is a virtue but this world is teaching us to be inpatient. And I'm right here, tapping my foot while looking at my watch waiting for it to change.
Saturday, August 4, 2007
Two thumbs down!
We just got home from our date to dinner and a movie and I have a bad review to give. We went with some friends to see "I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry". Booo! It was not good. I really wasn't all that interested in seeing it to begin with but we went with friends and they wanted to see it so we gave it a chance. Besides a few sporadic funny moments and a surprise guest appearance by Lance Bass, it was all bad. The overall moral of the movie, be nice to all people regardless of their sexual orientation, was great but they really went about making that point in the wrong way. I also discovered that Jessica Biel is way too perfect to be human. I'm now convinced that she is a fembot. That body and that face are not possible in real life.
After the movie we went for Mexican food and Margaritas which made up for the stinker movie. I only made it through one Margarita before getting a little tipsy. It was delicious... the tacos were pretty great too. So be warned that I'm BUI tonight (Blogging Under the Influence).
Our dinner conversation tonight turned to an interesting topic. My girlfriend brought up how she's being referred to as "ma'am" a lot more often. I've noticed it too. It's weird because we forget that we're going to be 30 in two years. It doesn't seem possible that we're as old as we are. I remember growing up and thinking people who were 30 were really old and mature. They had jobs and owned homes.... but wait.... I have a job and own a home! Our friends even have a child and even had to hire a babysitter to watch their child while they went out! After dinner they had to go home and pay the babysitter. I remember being the babysitter and the parents coming home to pay me. It's just very weird. I wonder if kids/teenagers look at us and think we're old? There is no way that we can look like the 30 year olds that I remember seeing as a teenager!
I look in the mirror at myself and think that I still look relatively young. Tonight, for instance, I'm wearing jeans and a t-shirt and flip flops. My hair is in a pony tail and I have on little makeup. That, to me, doesn't seem like something an almost 30 year old person would wear. I think people in their 30's wear mom jeans and sensible shoes. Maybe that's why I'm afraid to reach my 30's. Maybe I think when I get there I'll have to start wearing mom jeans and sensible shoes and cutting my hair into an "easy maintenance" style. But, if I don't do that and continue dressing like I do now will I be one of those women who thinks she's still 25 even when she's way past her prime? Because that's a whole other can of worms.
This whole aging thing is really something I don't think I'll ever get used to. My mom says she doesn't feel as old as she is, that she still feels like a young person. I guess it's all in how you feel on the inside. But I wonder at what point do you feel like an adult? I mean, I know I'm an adult but I don't feel like I look like an adult or act like one. I still enjoy a good dick or fart joke. I laugh at stupid movies and tv shows. I still watch MTV, keep up with all the celeb gossip, and watch the latest fashion trends. I guess I just never understood what adults were like. In my perception adults just didn't get it. They just didn't understand. I hope that I'll still get it. I hope I'll at least know what "it" is.
After the movie we went for Mexican food and Margaritas which made up for the stinker movie. I only made it through one Margarita before getting a little tipsy. It was delicious... the tacos were pretty great too. So be warned that I'm BUI tonight (Blogging Under the Influence).
Our dinner conversation tonight turned to an interesting topic. My girlfriend brought up how she's being referred to as "ma'am" a lot more often. I've noticed it too. It's weird because we forget that we're going to be 30 in two years. It doesn't seem possible that we're as old as we are. I remember growing up and thinking people who were 30 were really old and mature. They had jobs and owned homes.... but wait.... I have a job and own a home! Our friends even have a child and even had to hire a babysitter to watch their child while they went out! After dinner they had to go home and pay the babysitter. I remember being the babysitter and the parents coming home to pay me. It's just very weird. I wonder if kids/teenagers look at us and think we're old? There is no way that we can look like the 30 year olds that I remember seeing as a teenager!
I look in the mirror at myself and think that I still look relatively young. Tonight, for instance, I'm wearing jeans and a t-shirt and flip flops. My hair is in a pony tail and I have on little makeup. That, to me, doesn't seem like something an almost 30 year old person would wear. I think people in their 30's wear mom jeans and sensible shoes. Maybe that's why I'm afraid to reach my 30's. Maybe I think when I get there I'll have to start wearing mom jeans and sensible shoes and cutting my hair into an "easy maintenance" style. But, if I don't do that and continue dressing like I do now will I be one of those women who thinks she's still 25 even when she's way past her prime? Because that's a whole other can of worms.
This whole aging thing is really something I don't think I'll ever get used to. My mom says she doesn't feel as old as she is, that she still feels like a young person. I guess it's all in how you feel on the inside. But I wonder at what point do you feel like an adult? I mean, I know I'm an adult but I don't feel like I look like an adult or act like one. I still enjoy a good dick or fart joke. I laugh at stupid movies and tv shows. I still watch MTV, keep up with all the celeb gossip, and watch the latest fashion trends. I guess I just never understood what adults were like. In my perception adults just didn't get it. They just didn't understand. I hope that I'll still get it. I hope I'll at least know what "it" is.
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