Flashback Thursday

Jules is at it again! So this Flashback is not so very far back but just in case you were not aware: IT IS OPENING DAY AT BUSCH STADIUM. GO CARDINALS!!!!

Scale of 1 to 100: How sad is my life if I get teary-eyed watching "my babies" play? For reals, I used to HATE baseball on television. And now, it is as close as I get to seeing my beloved Cards play. So I watch them. HOLLIDAY JUST HIT A HOME RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. I am watching them play as I type. In case you could not tell.

Okay so where was I? Flashback Thursday.

The BFF & I at Cards vs. Cubs game in St. Louis a couple of years ago. That is how I got her to come visit me from Tucson. I bribed her and her stinkin' Cubs' Fan husband with Cards vs Cubs tickets. 

Wanna know who won that game? I plead the 5th. 

Damage ~ Chris Brown

So my brownie post yesterday led me in a very interesting direction. Very unexpected. To understand how unexpected, you have to know that before last night I knew absolutely nothing whatsoever about Adult ADD/ADHD.

Text from anonymous person: I am starting to believe I have adult ADD for realz

me: Why???

Anon: For one thing that scribbly picture on ur post is ALWAYS what my brain looks like and that is one of the symptoms of it...and another is like........(the text continued with symptoms of Adult ADD/ADHD and how they applied to this person).

And all of the symptoms this person listed could be applied to me. This piqued my curiosity. And so I went to the Internet. Source of all knowledge. And I found this.

Okay so I know that I have a tendency to exaggerate. And be a hypochondriac. But in this case, every and I do mean every single symptom is what I struggle with on a daily basis.  The only area where the symptoms are not as prominent is the risk taking area. I still have those symptoms to a certain extent. Just not as prominent. And also there are all those pesky endless chronic exhausting racing anxious thoughts that sort of outweigh my desire to take risks.

So I feel like if adult ADD/ADHD is a real thing than yeah I totally have that. But sometimes, I feel like people just make syndromes up to feel better about the fact that they are a loser. Like maybe I don't have adult ADD/ADHD. Maybe I am just a rude jerk who interrupts people. Maybe I am just a lazy slob who doesn't want to ever live in a clean environment. Well I mean I totally do want to live in a clean environment. It's just that I look at my place in all of its messiness and I get overwhelmed and brownies and the Internet and crosswords are NOT overwhelming. Is that a syndrome? Or is that just being a lazy loser? I don't know. I am not going to lie, I would certainly feel better if it was a real thing because hey, did I mention, that adult ADD/ADHD website KNOWS MY LIFE?!? They were like, killing me softly with their words. True story.

But my favorite part? The self-help section. Where it basically says, "Dear Meghaun, Everything that you are doing is the worst possible things you could be doing for an adult ADD/ADHD sufferer."  And then they tell me what I should be doing differently.  I keep starting to read that section and then I get totally overwhelmed and am all like, "I am gonna go play on my blog some more. Blog = fun. Self-help for ADD/ADHD = frustrating."

So for the past hour, while at work no less, I have been switching between the two Internet tabs of Blogger and Self-Help for Adult ADD/ADHD. And while this specific action is not listed as a symptom, I think it might be.

Also at one point or another I have been told by my immediate family members that I lack integrity(ouch!), am a drama queen, that I am overly emotional, that I interrupt and talk over them constantly, and that I spaz out. A lot. So yeah, I guess it would be kind of nice for adult ADD/ADHD to be a real thing. And then not that it would excuse everything, but I could at least say, "Hey, trying to overcome adult ADD over here. Cut me some slack! And oh did I mention that I have been reading the first paragraph of the self-help section for an hour and because there is no plot or brownie recipe or blog post embedded in that paragraph, I am having a real hard time making it past the part where it involves a lot of really focused, disciplined, hard-work? Have you ever seen me accomplish focused, disciplined, hard-work that doesn't result in a batch of brownies? Neither has anyone else. Because I am a lazy loser. Or I have that adult ADD/ADHD. I got distracted and now I can't remember which it is."

Breath In, Breath Out ~ Ali

Last night I made two new kinds of brownies.

1. Gimme S'more Brownies. Graham cracker crust. Brownie filling. Topped with toasted marshmallows.

Here is the text message response I received from the recipient of the "Gimme S'mores":

"o my gosh frkin kill me, no u can't I'm already dead in heaven, no this..this.....idk I'm trippin' over this s'more than purple haze*! AMAZING!!! luv u megz!"

*purple haze was the chocolate raspberry cheesecake brownies I made last time.

So I am feeling pretty good about those brownies and they will go on the official list of brownies that I make.

2. Presidential Brownies. These brownies featured a strong note of cinnamon and swirls of Nutella and caramel.  I didn't get a response from the recipient of those brownies. So......I dunno. They smelled good though. They also looked really pretty with all their swirly patterns.

And now a note on why I like to bake:

Most of the time this is what is going on inside my mind:

Yesterday was an especially bad day for this. I had devolved into Woody Allen yesterday.  Little things were setting me off on neurotic paths that ended with me raving against perfectly innocent things like the non-fiction section of my local public library.  Seriously, the non-section of the library almost ended me yesterday. I have to save that explanation for another day. Because if I start now, this post will never end. But hey! Emma! I totally got that Nora Ephron book. Only part of my trip to the library that went well.

The minute I stepped inside the grocery store to buy the ingredients for my brownies, things inside my mind changed to this:

Cooking, and especially baking, requires thought, planning, time-management, organization, patience, skill. And it pushes everything else out of my brain (or at least shuts it up for a bit) so that I can focus on doing something I love.

This post has no real conclusion. I feel like there should be a sum up but I have been staring at it for awhile now and I got nothing.

Oh wait, let's try this: Tell me in the comments what kind of brownies you think I should try next. The sky is the limit.

Also I have never shipped brownies, but I am told it is totally normal people doable so do you think I should do a brownie giveaway? I am really kind of on the fence on this one. Maybe I should round up some testimonials on my brownies first so you know that I am legit at making brownies. Or maybe I should test ship some to my family? Or maybe I should stop now before I get carried away and revert back to Meg's Neurotic Mind over thinking this?

Business Plan

A conversation: 


Me: Also, how awesome is that graphic???? I got bored/lazy and just decided to not even do boxes around the bottom numbers. But i think the point got across.


B: You most definitely should drop the brownie shop idea and go into graphic design. Teach Allie Brosh a thing or two. Make millions. Retire at 32. Share the wealth with your bff b.


Me: I am pretty sure I am going to die hungry in a box on the corner of Kolb and Speedway with you as my business manager.


B: Hey! Ye of little faith! Don't you trust me at all? Come on. You would at least die hungry in a box on the corner of Kolb and Sunrise.


Me: MUCH better situation for me. Erin(my hairdresser) might be willing to stop by on her way home from work and cut the knots out of my scary homeless hag hair. 


B: Dude, homeless hag hair is the best. Erin couldn't create such awesomeness if she tried.


Me: So new plan: you n becca maintain my blog for me. take pics of my homeless hag hair. we make it a "thing." All are rich and famous. COMEBACK QUEEN! No one can destroy me!


B: That's brilliant!! How many blogs are there about homeless people? "A Day In the Life of a Hag - Now With Pictures" ....informative AND entertaining


M: We can call it ADITLOAHNWP for short. I wonder if it could be a collaborative effort with Allie Brosh? Do you think she would be willing to come to Tucson to decorate my box? Or maybe I should sell ad space on my box? I could also hold like a different sign every day. Because we would be so famous I would have sponsors and I would hold their signs. But I would not wear a costume and I would not throw or twirl the sign. ADITLOAHNWP is too classy for that.


B:This could definitely go somewhere.


Me: If nothing else, it's definitely going up as a blog post. Our vision should be shared with the world.


B: Oh yes. Our vision should be imposed on the world.




Have I ever told you that I really, really love conversations that devolve into increasingly ridiculous nonsense? 


I really love conversations that devolve into increasingly ridiculous nonsense. 

Much Love Monday: Sesame Street

Today I am loving old and new school Sesame Street: 

Telephone ~ Lady Gaga and Beyonce

After almost 12 hours of sleep and a shower and toast for breakfast, I am feeling very comfortable in my own skin. Very at peace with me. And the decisions I make. Decisions like not pushing for things to be everything I want them to be right now. Decisions to just wait and see. I am feeling very good about that right now.

But that is not what this post is about. This post is about a dream I had last night. I had a very long dream involving the earth's water sources and pollution and bottled water which was totally bizarre and boring and I will not put you to sleep with the details. But if you are having trouble sleeping, contact me. I will tell you all about it.

I had another dream. A bad dream. A dream that I mostly can not talk about because it was too upsetting. The point is, in the dream all I had to do was dial 911. That was my sole task. So I picked up the phone and it looked (very vaguely) like this:

I could not figure it out. All I had to do was call for help. And by the time I figured it out, it was too late.

I think it is a good thing that I am not into dream analysis.

May your weekend be fantastic and devoid of the need to dial 911 on a phone that just likes messing with people.

Bad Habits ~ Maxwell

I have two completely useless random things I would like to share with you:

1. I started using my Google Calendar and I put my appointments on the calendar in purple instead of the default red. I LOVE seeing the purple so much that I just keep staring at my calendar. In summary, I am weird and really love purple and it is most definitely the "little things" people. Ohhh the little things. How I love them.

I am going to go stare at my purple appointments a little more and then come back and tell you the second thing. Hold please.

Okay I am back. The appointments STILL looked awesome by the way.

2. Can anyone give me a scientific-ish reason for why when I am getting a full night's sleep I lose my appetite and when I can not sleep, I am chronically starving?  For a review of my deep and abiding insomnia issues check just about any other post on this blog. I used to mention it pretty frequently. About a week and a half ago, I started taking a generic over the counter form of Unisom. Thing of beauty. For optimum experience, I have to take it at about 9 PM and be all ready to drift off by 10 PM, which is painfully early but so, so worth it. Except for the whole not eating thing.  Always a catch. A full night's sleep leaves me feeling fantastic except that I can not force myself to eat a decent meal without some major gagging and force feeding and sick feelings afterwards. In the past week or so there was a series of about three days where I ate approximately 50 almonds total. And that was all. And that much was hard to get down.

Last night, I didn't sleep at all. Not one hour. Or minute. Or second. Possibly because I had one small alcoholic beverage and then had an epic freak out about taking a sleeping pill several hours later. Or maybe because I was trying rather desperately to smooth things over with someone that I was a heinous jerk to recently. One of those two. Okay, both. End result? You guessed it. No sleep = I am starving with the hunger of a thousand fresh from hibernation grizzly bears.

So does anybody out there have plans for lunch?


Random quote just for Firefly fans: If wishes were horses, we would all be eating steak.

If you know that line:  YOU. ARE. AWESOME!






This post was totally awful wasn't it? I mentioned that I didn't sleep last night right? This is what I have got people! This is what I've got.

The First Taste ~ Fiona Apple

Direct Correlation:

Vogue ~ Madonna

1. The title of this post has absolutely nothing to do with anything. Except that it is a happy, fun song and I am in a happy, fun mood. Just so you know. Also I knew a guy who admitted to me that when he was a kid he would cry when someone turned the tv off during a Madonna performance. Super secure in his manhood, no? When he told me, I thought it was the best taxi cab style confession I had ever heard.

2. The weather in Tucson is so beyond ridiculously gorgeous that I wish I could teleport every single person I know here. You wish you were here. Unless you have this exact weather + tulips, hyacinth, daffodils, and buds on trees. In which case, I wish I was there. Actually, now that I think about it, Tucson is lame. I would like to teleport us all somewhere with spring flowers.

Not gonna lie, that left me feeling rather deflated.

Moving on..........

3. Speaking of teleporting, PSA: I now, forever, and always hold it against my little sisters that they complained when I watched my X-men cartoons. Those cartoons were awesome. And they both watched Power Rangers. I also hold every second of Power Rangers I have ever seen against them. Even the times that I was actually forced to watch it by my nephews. I can't hold grudges against my nephews. They are too cute. I blame my younger sisters instead.

4. Speaking of my nephews........I miss them so much! Why are they and end of April/May (when I will see them again) so far away?

5. Speaking of end of April/May, I have so much stuff coming up! Yay! Maybe just maybe it will lead to an interesting post around here for once. I would not get your hopes up.

6. Am I the only one who thinks that the shuffle setting on iPods/iPhones is creepily intuitive sometimes? Mine is cranking out the upbeat happy songs today. How did it know?

7. I MET MS. FANCIFUL WANDERINGS IN REAL LIFE TODAY!

Much Love Monday: Pajamas

It's Monday people! You know what that means-no one should have gotten out of bed!

Oh wait, I mean it's MUCH LOVE MONDAY!

This Monday I am loving pajamas. I wish I was still in my pajamas. This day is kicking my butt and it is not even 10:00 AM.

Dear bed and pillow and blankets and pajamas:

I miss you!

Love,
Megs


My favorite pajamas are by far this brand of shorts and tanks from Target. And I really, really, really almost stayed in them today.


Why didn't I stay in them today? I need caffeine.

Get Happy ~ Judy Garland

I used to be annoyed when people used the word "bubbly" to describe me. It is a word often used to describe me. Right up there with transparent, dramatic, and emotional.

Nowadays, I embrace my effervescence. I embrace it because it makes me proud to think that no matter what tries to hold me down, I always bubble up. Sometimes it just takes awhile to break the surface.

Being happy, makes me happy.

Does that make any sense at all?

Today I am happy with the way my Barbie pink toenail polish looks with my nude colored shoes.

Today I am happy with my outfit.

Today I am happy that it is warm out.

Today I am happy with the song, "Don't Upset the Rhythm" by the Noisettes. Check It:



Today I am happy that my sis, Margaux, introduced me to the Noisettes.

Today I am happy with the email I got from my aunt last night.

Today I am happy that I will be spending most of next week with my doggie nephews, Opie and Fife. We are gonna play mad amounts of fetch.

Today I am happy that my bubbly personality is back in effect after last week's disappearance.

Today I am happy with my plans for tonight.

Today I am happy with all the awesome plans coming up in the next few months.


Today I am happy that I swallowed my pride and called QT up to say, "Hi yeah I am the idiot who paid for $15 of gas and then left without actually pumping gas. I am just that forgetful. And I still want my $15 of gas. So I will be by after work to get it."  That. Really. Just. Happened. Embarrassing. But too hilarious not to share.

What are you happy about? Nothing? Find something. Report back.

Also I am going to try and not post tomorrow so have a bubbly, happy, fantastical weekend!!!!!!!!!!!

Throwback Thursday

I am not a big fan of animal print. But back in the day, I used to rock animal print.....of sorts. 

Prepare yourself for the crimes against cloth that you are about to see................

A shirt and short set covered in flamingos. I am standing in front of flamingos at the zoo. When I look at this picture, I pretty much make the same face that I am making IN the picture.  

You can't tell from this picture, but that shirt is covered in penguins involved in sports activities. Also the pants were stirrup pants.  Also note the life size drawing of myself in background. My artistic skills and fashion skills were (okay are) on an equal playing field. 

Here is where I get FIERCE! I was SO into this whole  animals are fashionable thing that I thought, "Why wear a shirt with a kitten on it, when I can just use an actual kitten as a shirt?" Cutting edge y'all. Cutting edge.

If I Ruled The World ~ Nas

Things I wish I could make go away:

The music video for The Scripts' "For The First Time." It bores me to tears.

Toilet paper commercials. Is it just me or are they becoming increasingly more heinous?

That Train song, "Soul Sister."

Torus because it is so crazy addictive. Click link at your own risk. Circular 3D Tetris. Can you even wrap your mind around that awesomeness?

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The giant cracks all over my phone screen. You all know about this right? About my phone, Idris, and how damaged he is? I always love the damaged ones.......


Dirty Dishes.


Tell me what you wish would go away.

Much Love Monday: Presents!

This Monday I am loving presents. I love presents!!  

1st up: My sicko best friends decide to poke fun of me and my neurotic fear of turkeys with this gem from their trip to Mexico: 

It's name is TimBob Gobbler. It will haunt my nightmares. They want me to stick it to my dash in my car so it is in my line of vision at all times. 

Next up was the sweetest surprise I have received in a long time. It restored my faith in checking my mail on a regular basis when I found it in my PO Box on Saturday: 

Could my friend Jaime be any more awesome? And the color scheme? My favorite ever!!!

And last but certainly not least, my mom totally hooked me up when she came to visit. I want to tell you more about her visit but there I am waiting on some pictures first. 

So first she gave me a bottle of apple cider vinegar for health reasons. I am skeptical. 

Then came this piece of Crocker & Springer Pottery (my fave) from her own personal collection. So wonderful. 

My bedroom was sadly in need of adult lighting. Enter my mom with a set of lamps from Lowe's. Such generosity. 

Because This Is My Life: Thieving Alcoholics Not So Anonymous

I might be a thieving alcoholic, but I draw the line at street corner pharmacist.

Thieving alcoholic? How does that NOT make your mouth water for a juicy story?

I always think that these stories illustrate how this kind of stuff only ever happens to me. I realized the other day that it might not be so much what actually happens, but what is going on in my mind while it is happening that sets it apart.

People set off alarms at grocery stores all the time. I am sure of it. I can't be the only person who carries small bottles of booze around in her purse that set off grocery store alarms.

I am the only one, aren't I?

Because this is my life.........

Because this is my life, I like to buy mini-bottles of hooch from Walgreen's to flavor my brownies. And because they are mini and because sometimes I care about the environment, I tell the clerk that I will just shove them in my purse rather than destroy the earth with their bag of plastic evil. But apparently, I don't put the receipt in there with them. I don't know why. Apparently, I put the receipt in the cup holder of my car. What? Receipts can go there! Perfectly acceptable. Unless you decide to then run multiple errands after your Walgreen's hooch run and in the process forget that you put the alcomahol in your purse but the receipt in your cup holder. Let me just tell you that when you walk into Fry's grocery store with your mini bottles of fire water, you will set off the alarm.

If you are me, you will then panic. You will stop in your tracks and spend no less than 10 minutes carefully examining every receipt in your purse. Hoping against hope that one of the receipts will exonerate you when the SWAT team comes to haul your sizzurp loving tail off to jail. You will not find the receipt. You will weigh the pros and cons of either a)immediately going back to the car and emptying your purse of the alarm inducing contents b) continue your shopping. Dart eyes furtively a lot so that the Feds won't get the drop on you. Act paranoid and suspicious. You will choose option b because you think that walking out the door with nothing in hand and setting off the alarm is odder behavior than walking out the door with several bags of paid-for, above board groceries.

You will grocery shop for approximately 30 minutes. They will be the longest 30 minutes of your life. You will spend most of that 30 minutes trying to decide if you should a) peruse the alcohol aisle to see if they sell the product you have in your purse. If they don't you will most definitely look like an alcoholic when they search your purse. But you will not be considered a thieving alcoholic. b)avoid the alcohol aisles like the plague because you can not steal what you do not go near. You are not a magical thieving alcoholic. You can not put the alcohol in your purse with your mind. "Go ahead, review the security tapes. I was no where near the alcohol section, your honor."  You choose option b. You do not know what kind of security this place has, but you know The Man is watching. The Man can not get you if you stay clean on the security tapes.

When you arrive at checkout, your anxiety will ramp up to THREAT LEVEL RED. You do not know what you fear more: looking like thief or looking like the girliest, lamest alcoholic ever. I mean seriously? Teeny tiny spots of 99 bananas, raspberry vodka, and Malibu Rum. What kind of alcoholic are you? You check out each item in your grocery cart with great flourish. Do you see that Big Brother Fry's? You are paying for each and every item in your basket. You are no thief. You are a fine, upstanding citizen buying brownie mixes, potatoes, and eggs. Oh no, oh no, oh no.....why is the self-checkout scanner telling you to please wait for the attendant? How does it know? Airways closing. Panic! Pani....oh it is no big deal? Okay thanks. Thank you goodly attendant. Thank you for your assistance. Silly technology! So quirky! Ha Ha Ha! Tra la la!

You begin the slow walk of shame towards the exit. You know what is about to occur. Here it comes. Here comes the SWAT team. Call the negotiator. Some chick is holding tiny bottles of intoxicant in her pink purse. She is threatening to bake them into brownies. You cross the threshold and off go the alarms. You resign yourself to your fate. You back your thieving alcoholic self up and wait for the inevitable. You wait. And wait.


And wait.

Finally a grocery bagger looks at you and says, "No one is coming for you. You can go."

You almost want to stay. Knowing that you are about to set off the alarms for yet a third time. Deep breath. Hold your head up high, thieving alcoholic. No one is coming for you. March through the doors, alarms blaring. Get in your car. Oh look! There is your stupid freaking Walgreen's receipt. Who puts receipts in car cup holders?

Go home. Make brownies. Put alcohol in them. You are awesome. But not as awesome as the brownies you make. Now package them up:

Purple Haze Brownies ~ Raspberry Chocolate Cheesecake
Bananas for Oreos Brownies ~ Self-explanatory

Give them to your adorable underage friends. Immediately panic that they will get pulled over with packages of suggestively labeled brownies in their car. What will their parents think? Will the police need to search your house? Should you clean it before they get there? You will be labeled a drug dealer and be cast out from your circle of friends.

Because this is your life.

The Meghaun Manifesto

I hold these truths to be self-evident.

• Happiness is the best revenge. Nothing feels better than being happy. Well, okay, it sort of feels a little better when the people who previously made you unhappy are not doing so well. I freely admit that is vindictive.

• When you start a relationship through hurting someone else, it ends very badly. I know this from experience. Be Ye Not So Selfish!

•  My instincts are good. I must now learn to let them guide me rather then tell them to "shhhh be quiet" because I am having fun. Fun that is against my instinctive feelings is never fun in the long run. Years of painful learning curve on this one.

• I will survive what you do to me. I have been hurt before. I will be hurt again.  Kanye quieted the crazies long enough to get it right for once when he rapped, "Now that that don't kill me, can only make me stronger."

• On the other hand, I still live with regrets over people I have hurt. The lesson: It is better to be hurt, than to be the one doing the hurting.

• Life in this world is never fair. Accept this reality, but reject the people who don't sympathize when you face this unfairness. Think about that. If you tell someone that something is unjust or unfair or unrighteous and their response is, in effect, a shoulder shrug. An "it is what it is." A "what can you do?" Reject them. You can keep it real and still be sympathetic/empathetic.

• Females who can not keep female friends are a problem. It is not that they are bad people. They are just a problem. See, women who prize friendships with other women realize a simple truth: True, real, friendships with males are rare, often impermanent, and can lead to hurt when a girlfriend or wife steps into the picture. Smart women realize that deep lasting platonic friendships are best when formulated with other women. Women who share common values and goals. And okay, let me just keep it real with you: If you can't keep at least a few fellow female friends, you are more than probably the problem.

•  Oprah: "When someone shows you who they are believe them." One of the least annoying Oprah-isms ever.

• I must stop selling myself short. I must stop underestimating my worth. So must you.

• Support groups are vital. Good, sturdy, trustworthy support groups. You will need them someday. Identify and treat them right now. You might need them sooner than you think. 

• Honesty is the best policy. You can add all the qualifications and ipso factos and quid pro quos to that statement you want. You can quibble about it not being a lie if you are just holding back information. You can justify however you see fit. Let me be blunt: Honesty is the best policy. The end. I love the feeling of knowing I can hold my head up high because when a half-truth would suffice I told, "the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so help me God." Try it. Don't hold back. Be an open book.

• When you are heartbroken, "Serve God, Love Your People, And Mend." (Stolen from Shakespeare)

Are You Here ~ Corinne Bailey Rae

I was not a big fan of Corinne Bailey Rae's big radio hit, "Put Your Records On." Maybe that's why I have been sleepin' on her music. Her most recent album, The Sea, got fantastic reviews when it came out in January of last year. I made a mental note to check it out but never got around to it until this year.

I was really missing out. The Sea is good stuff. It covers a lot of moods. It also covers "Is This Love" (Bob Marley song) in a smooth, jazzy, slow, romantic kind of way that I could listen to over and over again. I do listen to it over and over again.

Here are a few of my favorites:





Except that I am kind of stressing now because while searching for these videos on YouTube I discovered she has a new album coming out and she covers Prince's "I Wanna Be Your Lover."
Ummmmmm........are people allowed to cover Prince songs? They really should not be. Because, you know, it's Prince. Is nothing sacred?!

Bittersweet Symphony ~ The Verve

Have you ever heard the phrase: "You have to take the good with the bad."?

One day people leave you......disappointed. And then randomly that very same day a friend reaches out to you. And you have one of the best times you have had with them and you eat frozen yogurt and chips and salsa and bask in the unending cuteness that is her baby girl and she tells you that she likes your shirt and the way you are wearing your belt and all of that is worth a crazy run on sentence because it is all together awesomesauce -which is her word that you stole just now. You do that.

And then you get disappointed by someone else.

And then you get an email that starts with, "Hey. I've intended to e-mail you for a good bit of time now" and you think to yourself, "Haven't we all intended to e-mail a great deal of friends for a good bit of time now?" Let us not beat ourselves up over that one anymore.  As you read on you find tears springing to your eyes. Such words! If you could weave those words into a sweater and wrap yourself in them, you would never doubt yourself. You would never look back or forward with anxiety.  You would be steady and confident. You would be free of guilt and confusion. If you could write poetry, you would write a poem about the soft, fuzzy, comforting sweater of those words. 

And that, you think,  is taking the bad with the good. Being open to the good even when the bad happens.

And to the two "goods" specifically mentioned in this post, thank you.

Last Friday Night (T.G.I.F.) ~ Katy Perry

Last Friday night I stayed in all night. This Friday night does not seem to be shaping up much differently. Except that peeps, I am totes excited about staying in tonight. I am gonna do laundry. Clean. And possibly blare Katy Perry and jump on my bed while singing along.  I do actually do that. I might also pay bills. Grocery shop. Make brownies. Figure out how to make up for the fact that I am a HUGE jerk who forgets important things like ANNIVERSARIES (I am majorly guilt trippin' over that one).

The point is: Ima make it do what it do tonight. And I hope you do too.

Have a fantastic weekend everyone. And if it is not looking as awesomely sunshine-y in your neck of the woods as it is in mine, here are some things that might help you laugh the grey or gray away:



VIA Neatorama: http://www.neatorama.com/2011/03/04/hello/

Along the lines of Eats, Shoots, and Leaves (eats shoots and leaves).

Taylor @ Fanciful Wanderings is totally my "You've Got Mail" style bloggy friend (minus the whole romance thing) and she posted this video of Vampire Weekend's song, "Horchata." It has kind of changed my life. It just makes me so happy. ALSO, I am a hip-hop/R&B girl so don't judge me when I am so flippin' late to the party with some of this music. (I am side-eyeing Mr. Matt Travis on this one).

This video is completely dumb and dorky funny. You have to have sound. It's animal voiceovers. It amused me. Via Neatorama.

HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND!

Boys Don't Cry ~ The Cure

The thing about having a public blog as an outlet is ALL the things I don't feel comfortable saying. Like why I am still awake at 2:00 AM when my sleeping had gotten so much better. It's the same reason I wasn't sleeping before. It's always the same reason.  On some levels, it's not even worth addressing. It's best just to carry on. And so I shall.

Last night I went to a concert.

Sometimes for events I like my look to have a theme. For instance, the John Deere outfit for the SuperBowl. My theme last night was "First All Ages Show" (which is from a line in a Juliana Hatfield song~although it took some google searching for my brain to sort that whole thing out). So I wanted it to be be fun and youthful. If I was brave and bold, I would have worn my hot pink kicks with black skinny jeans.

I am not brave so I just wore black flats. My makeup was appropriately colorful and sparkly. I was not born to look sad and emo. I will never truly fit in at a rock concert.

Moving on. The opening act was a band called Kitten. The lead singer is a little girl. Internet research tells me she is 15. I oscillated between annoyance, interest, and amusement. In what I am sure was supposed to seem like very serious rocker angst, but instead came out like a teenage temper tantrum, Ms. Kitten threw her tambourine to the ground. I don't think she expected it to bounce back up, fly into the audience, and accost one of her audience members, but it did. I laughed hysterically. But then again, I am not the one who got hit. My favorite part of their set was a cover of The Cure song, "Boys Don't Cry" hence the post title. I found a YouTube video to share with you:



The main act was Young the Giant.

I especially liked this song:


They were great. In fact, they will be in St. Louis April 11th at The Firebird. Shout out to my little sisters - I think you should go check them out. And make sure you stick around long enough after the show to meet them. All really super nice guys. Especially the drummer, Francois, and the guitarists, Jacob and Eric.

Margaux and Rita you will especially like Jacob and Eric. Here's why: Remember when we went to see Sick Puppies and one of the opening bands (pretty sure it was Saving Abel) had the guitarist that just stood at the edge of the stage and made sexy face and sexy poses the entire set and we were all: "ENOUGH ALREADY!"? Jacob didn't stand at the edge of the stage much, but when he did he would get this adorable little smile on his face like, "Hi guys! I just wanted to come up here and be close to you for a second!" And then when I met him, that is totally what he was like. Adorable! And after the show Eric ends up wandering around in the crowd and all of a sudden just stops, turns, looks at me and says, "I don't know how I got out here! I don't know how to get backstage again!" And I said, "Maybe you should just jump the rail over there?" And he said, "I just might." Random! No not-so-sexy sexy face in sight. No "I have an unnatural relationship with my guitar" poses. Just nice talented guys.