Sunday Morning

The worst thing that could possibly happen on a Sunday morning happened to me yesterday. Okay, that could possibly be an exaggeration, but still, to have your coffee maker die in the middle of making your Sunday morning, read-the-paper coffee...it is not the way to start your day, to say the least. When I've tossed coffee makers in the past it was because I was tired of it and something cooler had hit the shelves (like the Grind & Brew, which was better in theory than practice). This was the first time I'd actually worn a coffee maker out.
So my debate with myself began. Do I got out at 8am on Sunday morning and buy a new coffee maker? What would even be open? I'd been to Super Wal-Mart on Saturday. I couldn't possibly brave that...place... two days in a row.

Number Two

Sorry for all the pink. I can't help myself. I swear I've been into the color pink way before Legally Blonde and every starlet and 13 year old girl in America. I read something somewhere recently (the Internet has made it harder for me to remember where I read things because it seems I'm always reading random bits of useful or useless knowledge here and there) that years ago pink was the boy color and blue was the girl color. It's coming back to me now...I think it was in one of those feminist magazines...Bust or Bitch or something.

Anyway, I thought of something else I hate...people who are always asking me if I've met anyone, if I'm seeing anyone, blah, blah, blah. At this point, don't people who know me well think I would tell them if I were seeing someone? So then I say "no, not really," or "kind of, but he's not the one," or "no, and if you ask me that again I just might jab a sharp stick in your eye."

Why does it seem to matter to other people so much more than it does to me? Do I seem miserable and pathetic in my singleness? Do they feel sad that I don't have a 'plus one' to bring to all the social events I seem to be compelled to attend? Do they just wish me happiness and can't imagine that happiness exists in singleville? Do they not understand I'm still working out intimacy issues that prevent me from facing true commitment?

I hope that all doesn't sound way too 'Sex in the City' but it's all true. As was much of the sentiment and experience on 'SITC.' That's why we related to it so strongly. It was the issues and situations we singles face, only on a more exciting and glamorous scale.

The First Time

So this is it...my first blog entry. I've been threatening to start blogging for some time now. Who I've been threatening I'm not sure.



I worry that my grammar will be atrocious because I've become so used to communicating via email and IM and text messaging. Grammar rules don't seem to apply there. I try but eventually you have to give in to brevity and efficiency or you'd never stop typing. My thumbs hurt as it is from text messaging. See? The bad grammar has started already. How do English teachers convince kids that grammar matters any more? And I warn you, I use the ellipse entirely too much. I annoy myself with it. I used to chide one of my bosses (the one who had a sense of humor) about using the ellipse, now I have adopted it as my punctuation of choice.

So what should I write in this first blog that would let the reader learn a little about me and perhaps interest said reader at the same time? A list! I've always loved lists. Remember The Book of Lists? I loved those. And those wretched emails your girlfriends send called "get to know your friends better" that asks questions like 'Chocolate or Vanilla?' and 'What's your favorite smell?' I love to read people's responses to those. I don't fill them out myself, mind you, but I do like to read what other people write.

So here they are...my lists of loves and hates. Why is it so much easier to think of things you hate?

Things, people, trends, words & other stuff I hate (in no particular order): White sunglasses; Juicy Couture; when reporters change their accents to pronounce foreign words (or their own names); Paris Hilton (I know, that's an easy one but you gotta take the low hanging fruit); the phrases "been there, done that," and "you go girl;" bad manners; bad drivers; drivers who run red lights; dog owners who don't clean up after their dogs; reality TV; Ann Coulter; picking your teeth in public; the over-exposure of things/people that I once enjoyed (Rachel Ray, for example); the use of multiple exclamation marks; people who email in all caps for no reason; forwarded emails, particularly ones that will cause me bad luck for the next 600 years if I don't forward to 10 friends within 5 seconds of receiving; stupid people who don't think they're stupid...


Things, people, trends, words & other stuff I love (in no particular order): Beauty products...all things hair, skin, make-up and bath...love reading about them in all the women's magazines (I also love magazines, and like my beauty products, they are taking over my home), love putting them in my shopping cart on Sephora.com, love trying as many as I can afford; Entourage; Friday Night Lights; Barack Obama; Oprah (most of the time); The Office; Kahlua & milk; Stephen Colbert; US Magazine (we all need a guilty pleasure or two); Sarah Jessica Parker (and, of course, Sex in the City); the color pink; bad 70s music (think "Hooked on a Feeling" and "The Night Chicago Died"); chips & salsa; the smell of Coppertone; clean sheets; not having to get out of bed on 1)a Monday morning and 2) a rainy morning; early Eddie Murphy ('Aunt Bunny fell down the steps'); blueberries; wild animal shows; CBS Sunday Morning...

Okay, don't want to get too carried away here. Stay tuned for more love & hate.