Friday, May 26, 2006



We all have a type.

<---- This is mine. I've got a major thing for dark curly hair, usually blue eyes, and the whole kind of scrubby look. Not dirty, just...rough. I dig that whole bad boy thing. The bad boy who's not afraid to be goofy. Look at him. Doesn't he look like a goofball? I love that. I lust after that. I can get that.

Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not saying I could get Ben Affleck. But I could get the bad boy, goof ball. Probably no where near as hot as Ben, but you know what I mean. All I'd have to do is lower my standards, forget about my boy requirements...like intelligence, literacy, and social graces.


But then, just when I think I could be okay with a guy like that, guess who comes along?

























The breathtaking, mishievous, brilliant type. *sigh*

Look at him. Gorgeous. Funny, smart, considerate of my feelings. Damn those pretty eyes and knowing smile! He knows I want him. He loves it. He feeds off it.

And I can never have him. He's way out of my league. Oh, Scott Speedman and men of your caliber, why do you taunt me with those kissable lips? Why do the words "tender lover" echo in my head?

I just want to know, isn't there an in-between? Is there some sort of happy medium? A man who is within my league, yet reads more than "Mechanics Monthly?" A man who is edgy at times, yet sweet when I need it? Serious and goofy all in one? Is there anyone like that?

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Soul Patrol!!



Yes, the Silver Fox won American Idol last night. I'm not ashamed to admit that Amanda, Mom, and I all screamed when we heard the results. Thank God it wasn't old stinky Katherine McPhee.

Favorite parts of the night:

1) Elliott Yamin singing with Mary J. Blige. It was spectacular.

2) Clay Aiken surprising his "look-alike" with an on-stage duet.

3) Prince steaming up the screen with his sexy self. Amanda and I were drooling over him. Suddenly Manda blurted out, "I'll....bite his butt!" It was so surprising that, at first, I just stared at her. Then we burst out laughing and she goes, "Don't write that on your blog!" Her face was so red.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

When I am right next to you, Girl, I feel so close.

I've been 7'd by Carrie. So here are the answers to her questions:

7 things I want to do before I die:
*Be serenaded by John Mayer
*Visit Ireland
*Talk face-to-face with my dad
*Write a screenplay
*Learn to play guitar
*Learn to skateboard
*See an end to AIDS

7 things I cannot do:
*Math
*Stop thinking about you-know-who
*Verbalize my thoughts during confrontation
*Get along with my brother
*Wear a bikini (trust me, you don't want to see that)
*Forget NKOTB
*Live forever

7 things that attracted me to my spouse (In my case, what will attract me):
*Excellent sense of humor
*Good with children
*Considerate
*Reads books
*Sings along with the radio
*Brilliant kisser
*Fave holiday is Halloween

7 thinks I look forward to everyday:
*Seeing Jersey
*My grandparents
*Reading my latest book
*Getting mail
*A story idea
*Checking email/blogs
*Making someone laugh

7 books I love:
*Catcher in the Rye ~J.D. Salinger
*After You'd Gone ~Maggie O'Farrell
*The Perks of Being a Wallflower ~Stephen Chbosky
*A Brief History of the Flood ~Jean Harfenist
*The Dictionary of Failed Relationships: 26 Tales of Love Gone Wrong ~Meridith Broussard
*I Capture the Castle ~Dodie Smith
*I Wish Someone Were Waiting For Me Somewhere ~Anna Gavalda

7 movies I could watch over and over:
*Ever After
*Bridget Jones's Diary
*The Breakfast Club
*Eddie and the Cruisers
*Labyrinth
*Tommy Boy
*Dumb & Dumber

7 people from whom I'd like to hear 7 sevens:
Anyone who'd like to join in. :)

Monday, May 22, 2006

Question: What is the least likely comment you'd think of hearing while dining at a Chinese restaurant?

Answer: "You never see ventriloquists anymore! That's a great art!"

Saturday, May 20, 2006



Oh, Taco John's Meat and Potato Burrito, why do you continue to hurt me when I only want to love you?

Thursday, May 18, 2006


I'm currently reading this book, "Found." It's pretty cool. People have sent in tons of pictures, letters, notes, etc. that they've just randomly found. I got my copy from a library, and wouldn't you know it, someone had left a little note of their own inside. On the back of an old film developing envelope, someone had written, "Am I crazy? Or did I just blow your mind bitch?" Indeed, they had.

The other night Amanda went digging through my purse for a pen. After she found one, she left my purse on the edge of the table, which apparently translates to "fair game" for Jersey. Like fools, none of us noticed how quiet she'd become. Moments later, Jersey walked into the living room with one of Auntie's emergency pads in her hand. I watched in horror as she held it up to her nose, sniffing. "Piddy," she said. Mom and Amanda started laughing hysterically. She sniffed it again. "Piddy."

I grabbed it away from her, my face red. She left the room, returning a minute later with another one, apparently liking the baking powder scent. Then I noticed she had powder all over her clothes. Yup, she'd dug into Auntie's makeup, too.

Monday, May 15, 2006

How was your Mother's Day?

Since I'm childless, I spent my Sunday watching a marathon of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy episodes. That quirky Carson cracks me up.

Saturday, May 13, 2006

Why does Snoop Dogg carry an umbrella? Fo' drizzle.

Thursday I had to run home from work so I could grab one of my movies to lend to my co-worker. I walked in the house and saw my grandpa sitting in his recliner watching TV. This wasn't unusual. What was unusual was that he had no pants on, his gleaming white, smooth legs crossed at the knee. I was flabbergasted. I stood staring. Barely looking at me, he said, "Grandma's upstairs sewing my new pants." I almost fell over laughing. So freaking funny!

Yesterday, my mom, sister, Jersey, and I had lunch at Hardee's. We sat in the playroom, which was a mistake since Jersey wanted to play with another little girl instead of eating her lunch. She kept pointing at the pit of plastic balls that the little girl had jumped into. Jersey has recently learned colors, so she was saying, "Blue! Blue!" Mom says, loudly, "That's right, Jersey! Blue balls!" Then my mom's face turned bright red and she looked away quickly. Amanda and I couldn't stop laughing.

Then since Jersey didn't like her hamburger, I was giving her a bite of my roast beef sandwich. Jersey goes, "Mmm!" So Amanda goes, "You like Auntie's beef, Jersey?" Then her face turned red, and we started giggling.

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

A couple things I forgot:

When I was cutting into the delicious Dairy Queen cake with a large butcher knife, my grandma kept hovering over me, worried I'd slice my hand off.
Grams: I worry about you using that knife. Let me get you a paring knife.
Me: Grandma, I'm fine. I know how to use a knife.
Grams: Well, I worry. Here's a paring knife.
Me: I can't use a paring knife to cut the cake!
Grams: Well, I worry about you using that knife.
Me: I'm fine! *handing her a slice of cake on a plate* Here, eat your cake.
Grams: Well, just be careful with that knife. I'm worried-- Whoops! *she drops her cake onto the floor*
Kristen and I start laughing hysterically.
Grams: Oh, darn it. *laughing*
Me: Looks like you should have worried more about your cake than my knife!

My boss and I were talking outside, where it was really windy. As she was talking, I saw a white feather whipping at me. I ducked, and it floated on by, missing me by mere inches. And all I could think in my head was, "You could have knocked me over with a feather!" And I laughed a lot.

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Kristen came to visit me over the weekend. We had fun, despite the fact that I had a cold and was a bit weary.

Friday night, my aunt let us stay free of charge at her motel in Eau Claire. We got her a card and candle as a thank-you gift.

Mostly we hung out at stores. We did some investigating for wedding presents at the places where Jolene registered. We may or may not have found excellent purchases.

I went overboard getting Jersey some clothes. But they were clearance, and I couldn't resist. I got her a deep blue Indian-style shirt with gold and pink decorations and a deep blue ruffled skirt to match, and a dark pink shirt in the same style to match a pink skirt. Then I got her a pink and white plaid sundress. Kristen got her a gorgeous yellow sundress with a white ribbon above the waist and lots of bumblebees all over. We made her try on every outfit, too, and Jersey twirled around and strutted her cute self.

Outside one store, we saw a man with a large black poodle. Kristen went over and started petting the dog and talking to the owner. I asked the man what the dog's name was.
Man: We call him Curly.
Me: *smirking* Yeah, I can relate.
Man: *kinda laughing* Yeah. *then pointing at my hair* Yeah! Yeah! *laughing*
Kristen: *jerking her thumb at me* We call her Poodle.
Man: *still laughing* You two would look good walking down the street together!

At first I thought he meant me and Kristen, and I wanted to shout, "For the love of God, I'm not gay!" But then I realized he meant me and Curly. I also told Kristen that after she said that people call me Poodle, I should have said, "Yeah, well, we call you Bitch!"

I gave Kristen the rest of her birthday presents because I probably won't see her until after her actual birthday. I also got her an ice cream cake from Dairy Queen. When I ordered it, the girl wrote down on the order slip "Happy 27th Kirsten," instead of Kristen. I was tempted to leave it, but the wrath of Kristen is great. (Just try bugging her when she's knitting!!)

We also each made a Mother's Day present for our moms and grandmas. I got the idea from Martha Stewart. We made pincushions out of the lids on mason jars with fiber fill and pink fabric with tiny white flowers, and then kept sewing supplies inside the jar. Very cute.

There may be other things. But I'm tired.