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Sunday, August 5, 2012

The Worst Mistake in Literary History!


I have a confession to make, and it may come as a surprise to most of you since I tend to use a cynical and dare I say, bitter voice in most of my posts. But here goes nothing: 
I am a hopeless romantic in the most shameful sense of the phrase.
It is true. When other little girls were avoiding boys and thinking they had cooties, I was imagining romantic moments on bridges with them. I wasn’t a big reader as a kid, I never got into Goosebumps or the Babysitter Club, but I loved the classics. Anything by Mark Twain, the Anne of Green Gables series, The Three Muskateers, etc. But my favorite book of all was “Little Women”. I related to Jo March in so many ways; I loved writing and acting, I was always awkward and saying inappropriate things, and I often found that my strong will and stubbornness caused me trouble. The only thing I was missing was a set of sisters to be my companions. I can’t count the number of times I have read “Little Women” and each time I read it, I fall more in love. However, I have always taken serious issue with Jo March’s decision to refuse Laurie’s hand in marriage. I just don’t know what Louisa May Alcott was thinking when she chose to tear them apart! People often battle me on this because they believe Jo found a good match in Friedrich, but I strongly disagree! Friedrich is fine and all, but the love Jo shared with him was just a convenient one. The love that Laurie had for Jo was passionate and deep. He loved her so, so much and he always did! He spent his youth loving her and would have followed her to the ends of the earth had she not turned him down. There is an entire chapter of the book dedicated to this conversation, with the fitting name, ‘Heartache’... 
“I’ve loved you ever since I’ve known you, Jo, couldn’t help it, you’ve been so good to me. I’ve tried to show it, but you wouldn’t let me. Now I’m going to make you hear, and give me an answer, for I can’t go on so any longer...I can’t love anyone else, and I’ll never forget you, Jo, never! Never!”
And now the film adaptation of that moment (a regular in my DVD player): 
HOW ON EARTH DO YOU DENY THAT?!!!! I’m not just talking about Christian Bale, although his portrayal of Laurie certainly did not hurt my love of the character. But I can’t handle Laurie’s enduring love for Jo. Will any girl out there dare challenge me when I say that this is what we all want?! Ever since I was a little girl, I have dreamed of a long time friend professing his undying love for me on a bridge. (In case you didn’t catch on, I have a weird obsession with bridges). No one from my childhood neighborhood because they are all gross, but someone I have known for a long time who has just admired me and loved me and has waited for the right time to tell me. Sigh. I am making my heart turn into mush over here, so I am just ending now before I get even more weird with my hopeless romantic musings. Just know that I am holding out for my own Laurie, and when we have our moment on the bridge I will not be so unreasonable as to deny his love. 

Friday, June 8, 2012

Missed Connections

Real talk: there is nothing creepier than someone who places a missed connection ad! Not only was someone following you through the isles of Whole Foods while you bough almond milk and quinoa, but they then went home, did who knows what to themselves, and then felt like they needed to publicly add meaning to something that was totally in their head.

 Having said that, it is a lifelong dream of mine to be flipping through a City Weekly at brunch, and come across a missed connection that is about me! I assume that the feeling would be an unsettling mix of excitement and fear. Then I would probably frame it and tell all of my posterity about the time someone stalked me in Whole Foods. As I contemplated this concept, I assessed the places where people would see me and fall in love with me. I assume it would go something like this…

 It was a Friday night around 8pm. You intoxicated me with your beauty as you entered the Indian restaurant in an old pair of Skyline High School sweatpants and a well-loved Backstreet Boys Millennium tour t-shirt. I was really into the natural look you had going on; the wet hair, no makeup, and I sensed the absence of a brassiere. You used a 2 for 1 coupon and got 3 meals. Were you taking those extra meals home to share with a lover, or could I be your get one free?

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Ode to Diet Coke

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Diet coke, I love you so.
You’re there for me when times are low.
No matter how bad my day may seem,
one sip of you and my hope then gleams.
Thank you for never leaving my side.
I always want you along for the ride.
Diet Coke, let’s never part,
For you are the truest piece of my heart.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

41 Days

Guess what happens in 41 days???? Do you give up? MY BIRTHDAY!!!!! I am really excited, mostly because my birthday falls on a Saturday this year. That means I don’t have to pretend to work when I am really sitting at my desk feeling depressed and defeated by the lack of progression in my life since my last birthday. I have decided to take a more conservative approach to my wish list this year. In the past my requests have been considered outlandish by some (idiots!) and I end up getting ugly clothes or DVD’s I already own. To prevent such atrocities from occurring this year, I have included something for every price point. I am hoping my humble list invites more people to give me stuff that doesn’t suck so bad this year.

//Rebecca Minkoff iPhone Case (in pink, please!)
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I die.

//This Jess LC necklace
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I die again. Gold is preferred.

//TOMS Ballet Flats (Grey, size 9)
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I die a third time! My favorite shoes now come with less of a hipster vibe. Nordy’s has started pre-sale on these, so I expect there to be a high demand around my b-day (hint, hint)

//The OC on DVD (any season but season 1)
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Best. Show. Ever.

//The movie 50/50
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This was such a great film! I laughed, I cried (for the last 30 minutes of the movie), and I loved.

//Essie Nail Polish
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I am obsessed with this brand of nail polish. The colors are the best and the quality is amaaaahzing.

//A bottle of Pink Sugar Sensual
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I need more cover up for days like this.

//A dehydrator
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I am on this clean eating kick lately and I have been making a boatload of granola, granola bars, oatmeal desserts, etc. I am trying to make up for the gallons of Diet Coke I drink weekly and a dehydrator would allow me to make my own dried fruit to put in my homemade granola.

//Food Processor
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I have resisted buying one of these for so long. I have cheaped my way around it, but my tiny 2 cup chopper is not really cutting it when need I puree almonds and oats as often as I do. It is time for a big one.


These are all the tangible items I wish for this day of my birth. The intangible wishes will have to wait for the candles, I guess.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Toy Land

I would like to invite you all to visit a happier time with me; a time where Barbie had bigger boobs and a smaller waist. A time where toy animals were the size of your thumb. A time where an odd amount of toys were intended for bath time and where mechanical toys were less realistic and more maniacal. Come with me as I reminisce about the weirdest toys from my childhood. If you don’t recognize some of these toys, well, my only defense is that I played with toys well past the appropriate age. When most of you were experimenting with makeup, I was hiding in my basement building elaborate estates for my Barbies. Don’t worry, I stopped playing with dolls [by myself] around age 15...

//Tedd Ruxpin
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I believe this may have been one of my very first toys. This animatronic daemon read me stories so my parents didn’t have to. His eyes made shifty looks about the room while his mouth moved, clearly not to the words of the story. Was Teddy reading to me, or distracting me with his mouth while he looked around to make sure the coast was clear for stabbing me? I just don’t know.

//Cupcake Dolls
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First off, does anyone else find it strange that these dolls didn’t have legs?? I know it was upsetting to me as a child, but I should have been more concerned that toy companies were sending me subliminal messages to eat lots of cupcakes. This doll’s dress flipped up and then her hat was the top of the cupcake. So basically I was told to flip up my skirt and eat a cupcake. Great message to little girls. I have a theory that the cupcake craze of today was kindled by toy companies of yesteryears.

//Shampoodle
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This is the first of many bath toys on my list. I can only conclude that either my parents thought I smelled and were trying to get me to bathe more, or pedophiles ran rampant in the toy industry during the 90’s. I had the white shampoodle, She came with a cup and a comb and you used the cup to pour water and soap into her dog tag. Then if you squeezed her tummy, bubbles came out of her head. In what world do you squeeze a puppy and have bubbles come out of her head? I don’t understand the purpose of this toy at all, but I sure loved her.


//Quints
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“Quints, Quints, a time for fun! I love taking care of each and everyone one!” These tiny color-coded babies had abnormal amounts of hair for being infants. And where were their mothers? It always upset me when you couldn’t trace the lineage of toys. They weren’t in the Barbie family, so she couldn’t parent them. They were too big for Polly Pocket to intervene, but too small to be my baby. These were the thoughts that plagued me as a child. Also, I bet Octomom had a bunch of these growing up. Still think it was a fun toy for little girls?

//My Buddy/Kid Sister
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I didn’t get a kid sister in real life or in my play things. My brother however, did get a my buddy. He also drew a butt crack on said my buddy. He asked that I not call my buddy a “doll” because boys don’t play with dolls…but he was a doll. A terrifying doll that should not to be left alone. They basically took Chuckie and added a happier face and pretended these things weren’t terrifying. You aren’t fooling anyone, Chuckie!


// Little Pretties Kittens and Puppies
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I had SO MANY of these! Maybe one in every color. I know I had both of the ones pictured above, but I also recall a white kitten with hot pink hair. Either way, kittens and puppies should definitely not have pig tails or bangs! I am also fairly certain these toys came in some sort of perfume bottle, because that is where pets belong?? I also remember getting some sort of salon that was in the shape of a perfume bottle with all sorts of stuff for doing hair. I actually don’t recall if the perfume salon was an accessory to this toy or another one, but it makes sense in my mind that it went with these guys.


//Puppy Surprise
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Probably the most inappropriate of all the toys of my youth. You bought a momma dog not knowing how many puppies she had inside. Then you viciously tore open her Velcro stomach to reveal anywhere from 2-6 puppies. Not okay at all to teach kids to tear open a dog’s tummy to find her babies. It was anatomically inaccurate and creepy! I got 3 puppies in my puppy surprise and my friend Courtney got 6. Want to know why? Because after I got mine, Courtney’s mom’s boyfriend weighed my momma dog, puppies, and the box and came up with an estimate of how much a 6 puppy momma would weigh. He then went to Toys R Us and weighed the boxes until he found one. I was so jealous!! It wasn’t fair that she got 6 puppies while me and my 3 puppies were her control group. The happy ending of this story is that Courtney outgrew all of her toys long before I did and she passed them down to me! That was partially because she was a few years older than me…but my “advanced playing skills” helped lengthen my time to enjoy her toys as well.


//Lil Miss Magic Hair
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A) She was dressed like an 80’s hooker. B) Those bangs! If you didn’t have this doll then you’re probably fine. She wasn’t really that cool. She came with this magic brush/wand that had a metal heart at the base of the handle. When you put ice water inside the brush, you could change the colors of her hair. Who knows what kind of chemicals were in here hair to cause that sort of reaction. If I recall, the cold brush made streaks just fine, but I remember the metal heart sucked big time. No matter how you pressed it on her hair, the colorful blob never actually looked like a heart. Also, her shoes did not stay on and were lost in 1.2 days.


//Lil Miss Singing Mermaid
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She was probably less fun than her long haired counterpart, although she is another example of a bath toy. When you put batteries in her, she sang out the top of her head. True story. That crown housed a waterproof speaker that had some eerie mermaid song. Supposedly she sang underwater, but for those of us who had her, we know that that muffled noise sounded less like a mermaid singing and more like someone drowning an cast member from Glee. Also, after her first bath those curls never looked the same.

//My Pretty Mermaid
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So what was up with our mermaid obsession? It’s like mermaids were the vampires of the 90’s. And seriously with the bath toys! I liked this one because she had pink hair. She did nothing cool though. I guess that is better than being fooled into thinking your mermaid would have underwater singing skills. I guess it was pretty cool that this one’s tail moved; that’s a little more realistic.

//Water Pets
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Another bath toy! I had the blue cat and my brother had the red dog…because we believed boys should like dogs and girls should like cats. Our mom loved gender stereotypes. These guys were filled with tiny little beanbag-esqu filler and the fabric was this cold, shiny something. Like a windbreaker. These toys were not cuddly and you had to hang them by that hook on their head so they could dry in the tub. They also became sort of misshapen after too many baths. I guess those beans were not meant to last.

//Rub-a-dub-doggie
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You guys, finding the name of this toy was my greatest feat I have accomplished in months! Remember when I wrote about reenacting the water scene from “My Girl” with bath toys? THESE WERE THEM! Well, the miniature version which I still cannot locate a picture of, but you get the idea. We had A TON of these around our house. These are the big ones which my brother and I had, but we also had many, many of the little ones. I could not for the life of me remember what they were called and it has been haunting me since I thought about them. I asked around and all of my friends had no idea what I was talking about and turns out searching terms like “water dog” “bath toy dog” were way too broad. Then I had a magical moment where I found something that said their name. It sounded familiar so I then performed a search with that and they came up! I was having a particularly bad afternoon so the joy I felt when their pictures popped up was probably equal to what I felt when I actually got these toys as a child. These things were THE BEST! I could take them in the bath, I could take them to the pool, I even took them to Bear Lake. When you were done playing with them in the water, their ears dried out and they became land dwellers once again. Not like that crappy mermaid who lost her curls, or my water pet kitten that lost its shape, or shampoodle who got all mildew inside. I love you rub-a-dub-doggie!

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Obsession

I have a new obsession, friends! Don’t worry, Diet Coke and JCrew will never stop being a major part of my life…add Something Corporate/Jack’s Mannequin/Andrew McMahon to that list...and kazoozles…and the movie (500) Days of Summer…I am also relatively preoccupied with my thoughts on how to obtain a pair of Tory Burch flats in every color of the rainbow…and I recently declared my Amazon Prime membership to be the best thing to ever happen to me…and the book The Happiness project changed my life and I tell everyone about it…oh, and remember when I used to do Bikram yoga 5-6 times a week and my car smelled like swass constantly and the girl I drove to work with made me keep the windows down, even in the rain?
 
Okay, so I have lots of obsessions. I have an addictive personality and I said new obsession so get over it. My new obsession is the artist Gotye (pronounced goh-tee-yay). Guys, he is incredible! I first heard his song, “Somebody that I used to know” when several of my Facebook friends posted the video. These friends were unrelated, so I figured something good must be happening. Oh. Em. Gee! Since I first watched the video, this song has essentially been on repeat on my iPhone. Keep in mind that I have a 30 minute commute to and from work each day and I also listen to music in my office all day. What I am saying is I have heard this song 4,000 times and I still do a hipster shoulder shimmy every time I listen to it. After my 4,001st listen, I decided to download the whole album. I highly suggest you take your fingers to the web and download the album “Making Mirrors”, illegally or legally. I chose legally because I am too lazy to pirate music at this point in my life. My days of sitting on Napster for 3 hours trying to find a version of the song that I liked, and that had a green dot (not red or yellow) next to it, and that finished without terrible noises in the middle, are over. I would rather fork out the $10 and be done with it.
 
Disclaimer: I realized after typing this out that I was making it sound like I cared more for Gotye then for Something Corporate/Jack’s Mannequin/Andrew McMahon. Andrew, darling, you will always mean more to me than any other musician. I want you to know that I will always be your punk rock princess and you will always be my garage band king.
 
 
I have problems, people. Serious problems.
 

Sunday, January 29, 2012

The End of Days

The other day I was looking up concerts, ya know, just to see if there was anything I might want to attend. Much to my chagrin, I saw these two terrible bands right next to each other: 
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I almost had a siezure! I got nauseous and light headed and felt like I might blackout and choke on a puddle of my own vomit. I swear on my life if I hear "Pumped up kicks" one more time, I will pump my kick straight into someone's teeth. Neither one of these flock of daemons should be allowed to produce what they think is "music" and they certainly can't consider their flocks to be bands! 

I just thank my lucky stars that Creed wasnt on this list! You may not know this, but when those three "bands" unite, the gates of hell actually open and play a mashup of "pumped up kicks/arms wideopen/photograph" and that mashup provides immortality to Nicholas Cage and he will rein this earth forever! 
Citizens of Salt Lake, consider yourself warned.