"How much you want for that?"

Adios, fair Blogspot

2006-02-24T14:33:00.000-08:00

Alright...the time has come for Blogspot and I to part ways...I have finally been converted by the dark powers of Myspace. I found 2 old friends on there (1 of whom I have been missing for years)...truly amazing stuff! So...if you yearn for my bloggy words of wisdom, go to http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=49390304
and check out my blog there...

All of you folks who are still resisting Myspace...it's really not so bad. I think once I figure out how to manipulate my page, I'll really like it. You can do a ton of stuff from it that you can't from Blogspot...but I don't believe in peer pressure (if you were cool, you'd do it) or subliminal messages (you'll be more rich, thin and beautiful if you join myspace)...so ya know, if you want to join it, that's cool. Whatever. :) If you do join, don't forget to let me know and add yourself as my friend ;)

"What you brung for lunch today?"

2006-02-22T10:30:00.000-08:00

In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, baby
Don't you know that I'm lovin' you
In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, honey
Don't you know that I'll always be true

Wow, that's an obnoxious song to have stuck in your head. Ok, so I'm into Season 2 of Lost- just finished Season 1. By Jenny's calculations, I should be able to catch up by the new episode next Wednesday…big relief because I'm not sure Brian can contain himself for much longer without giving away all the big surprises from this season. Not that he doesn't have access to the spoilers, b/c you know that he does! I swear, he and Jenny are gonna have to fight this out sometime...first L Word, now Lost…Brian, just remember what happened to that moth (pictures below).

Not much depth or insight this morning- I think I'm rapidly becoming an insomniac. I was lying in bed for (what felt like) hours last night and I just couldn't relax and turn my brain off. It was out of control. I had on my gas heater and that always makes me a little nervous…(one day I'll have central heat/air again! One day I'll live in an apartment bigger than a closet!!) Anyway, the inability to sleep really freaks me a little, as my mom regularly has to take several kinds of sleeping pills. So great, tonight I can lie in bed and not be able to sleep because I'll be worrying about not being able to sleep. Bring on the neuroses (and the Soma)!

Tomorrow's blog will be far more entertaining, I promise.

Moira's Salad

2006-02-21T10:21:00.000-08:00

Question: How do you know you’ve successfully recovered from a break-up and entered the realm of the emotionally healthy?

Answer: When you can go to the grocery store late at night and not find yourself getting weepy over kitchen sponges and smoked turkey while the Police serenade you with “Every Breath you Take” (not a pretty picture, I’m aware)

Right…so I’ve got a little longer to go. Usually, I’m totally fine. All during the day, even at night (except for when my feet are cold and I have no person who’s bound to love me to warm them up on). But for SOME reason, trips to the grocery store really bum me out. So…when I can finally make that trip and be HAPPY to be buying for one…that’s when I’ll finally know.

Enough analysis, already…

Here are some pics I took Superbowl Sunday. Hey, you guys though the excitement was the Steelers vs. the Seahawks, but there was an even bigger match up. Check out the Showdown of the Century: Jenny vs. The Moth. Way to go, sweetie!

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2006-02-20T11:02:00.000-08:00

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Random facts about me...or what makes you unique is also what makes you strange. eh?

2006-02-01T10:18:00.000-08:00

I daydream for up to an hour before I can fall asleep most nights, even if I try really hard not to.
John was my favorite Beatle
I’m highly attracted to people that intimidate me, either emotionally or intellectually
It bothers me when the nubbly part on the toes of my socks is out of alignment
I usually feel like I’m about 14, but some days I feel like I’m 70
I feel guilty when I criticize inanimate objects (my car, for example), and feel compelled to apologize
I eat cream cheese out of the tub
I eat EZ Cheese straight from the can
When I was a kid, I’d eat butter…but I can’t do that anymore
I just have some gross food habits in general (anybody ever seen me eat hash browns?)
I have a favorite dog, as hard as I try not to
Sometimes I think about running away from home
I never memorized the multiplication tables past 6
I have a silly fear of roller coasters
I’m slightly OCD, but I’m better than I used to be!
I can do more stupid human tricks than most of my friends J
I have every Patsy Cline song I could find loaded on my Ipod (Seriously, I think I have all of them)
I think I have an amazing novel buried somewhere inside me—but then who doesn’t?
I’m terrible at public speaking
When I finally date someone who appreciates Master Duck, I’ll know I’ve found “The One.”

"I do believe in McRibs!"

2006-01-31T14:29:00.000-08:00

Ok. For those of you who don’t know…I have a new interest. I really really really want to learn how to ride a bull. I know this is quite possibly my stupidest idea to date, but I can’t get it off my mind. I’ve been thinking about it for the last 2 weeks, ever since I watched it on TV with my Poppie. So…Jenny and I are planning a trip to Billy Bob’s or anywhere they have a mechanical bull. I’ll be the best damned mechanical bull rider you’ve ever seen…actually, I’ll probably be thrown in 2 seconds, crushing all my dreams of becoming the PBR’s World Champion and my face. Yikes, that could happen, couldn’t it? Hmmm…anyway, if anybody wants to come participate/watch Jenny and me…just let us know!

On an unrelated note (um, sort of), I just want to pour a little BBQ sauce on the block for the McRib. Jenny, it’s gone and now I guess we all believe you. We all though that the Farewell Tour was a desperate marketing ploy. If anybody wants to bring back the McRib (and, c’mone, who DOESN’T???), go to www.mcrib.com and click on the “Save the McRib” link. Sign the petition. Do it for Jenny. Do it for me. Do it for yourself, god help you,…you know you crave the rubbery pig-like goodness that is the McRib. Yum!

Um, so I promised enlightenment this week and instead I talk about beef and…pork (???). Tomorrow, I promise, will bring a deeper level of analysis!

New tires and unrelenting torture

2006-01-28T11:04:00.000-08:00

So...it's only 1 or so, and I've been a busy girl already. I got up early this morning and braved the horrible weather to drive to The Colony to see my Dad. He actually bought me a whole new set of tires...and when the salesguy said something about my wheels not matching (um, y'all know how ghetto fab my Explorer is), my Dad actually went ahead and bought me 4 MATCHING WHEELS!!! So now I've got the bling... :)

I feel like such a Daddy's girl, which I would have absolutely hated as a kid. But somehow now, being almost 30, it's an awesome feeling to have myDad take care of me sometimes. I don't have that defensive Stuart-like reaction ("Let ME do it!"). Plus...Dad buying me tires means I can use my tax return check for Ipod stuff!!!

After I got new tires and had breakfast with my Dad, I went and had my third laser treatment. Now, just to let y'all know, this could possibly be the WORST pain anyone has ever endured. Much worse than the pain of a tattoo...at least there's an actual needle piercing your skin, and you can SEE where the pain is coming from. With laser treatment, there's just a flash of red light, and a burning, searing, unnatural pain that sometimes is so unbearable that you just want to jump off the table and run out screaming. But you don't. Because you paid an insane amount of money to endure this pain. And then, when it's all over, you feel this ridiculous sense of pride. Like, hey, I just went through almost 2 hours of agony...I am amazing!

Ok, I could ramble on and on about nothing in particular, but I have a ton of stuff to do today, and very little time to do it. I hope everyone is having/had a wonderful weekend. And I hope to kick everyone's collective butt tonight at Monopoly :)

Live Nude Girls!!!

2006-01-27T09:26:00.000-08:00

I swear next week I’ll have lots of insightful, interesting, engaging things to discuss. This week, however, not so much. I do apologize for my blah blog.

Ok, all you Virgos…here’s your horoscope for today: “If something goes drastically wrong today, keep your cool. Don't be so impatient about fixing the problem that you end up doing something rash. You may end up doing more damage in the process of fixing things than you would if you just let things sit for a couple days. Mull over the situation, talk it out with others, and approach the entire issue at another time with a different frame of mind all together”

Women, Desires, Meat, and the Cosby Show

2006-01-26T09:46:00.000-08:00

I had something deep and relevant to discuss today…I came up with it on my drive to work, but my sleep-addled brain kicked it out by the time I arrived at the office. So…what to discuss now? I feel like I must post something…

Ok, what do women want? This is something that I should be able to speak to. I am, after all, a woman…and I also love women. So, what is it that drives us, what do we desire? Granted, we are all very different and distinct people, but are there core necessities that unite us? Let’s discuss this!

I’ll throw out what I need/value/love, and you see if any of it resonates with you: space, security, sex, passion, beauty, appreciation, loyalty, intelligent conversation, inside jokes, someone to take care of me when I’m sick, comfy pajama pants at the end of a hard day, laughter, a good cry, knowing I made someone I love happy, having a stupid crush on someone (Jenny, we all know about your Cosby show crush :) ), meat (ok, a little off topic, but I love me some BBQ!), when someone appreciates little things about me that I secretly appreciate about myself (but think nobody notices), someone to tickle my back at night :), someone who lets me be my own person, but still gets a little jealous….

I could go on, but I won’t bore you. What makes you guys tick? I think it would be awesome if you each give a couple of things that are unique to you….or if you see something on my list that you relate to (besides the obvious: sex)

I'm a horrible friend...

2006-01-25T11:16:00.000-08:00

Jenny, you know what I mean by that. I feel sooo bad!!! I wrote this song for you (well, er, I changed some words). Maybe it will make you not so upset?

I’m so sorry, XXXX's not really dying (set to the tune of Phil Collins’ Something Happened on the Way to Heaven)

We had a life, we had L Word
But you don't know what you've got ‘til you lose it
Well that was before I told you XXXX dies
And I want to take it back
How many times can I say I'm sorry

How can something so good, go so bad
How can something so right, go so wrong
I don't know, maybe she won’t die
But I want to take it back How many times can I say I'm sorry

You can run, you can hide
But I won’t quite blogging less you say you forgive me
I know she’s your favorite, I don’t think she’ll really die
She’s not as hot as Carmen but still, please believe me

I only wanted you as someone to not dance with
But something happened when you were on your computer
I opened my mouth, and gave it away
And I want to take it back
How many times can I say I'm sorry

They say you can't take it with you when you go
And I believe it
But taking what I've got or being Here with you, you know I'd rather leave it
You can run...

Sleaze, Depravity, and Wild Orgies

2006-01-24T09:52:00.000-08:00

Okay guys…now that I have your attention :) let’s get down to business. As we are all aware (Thanks Brian!) there will be a wedding during this, the 3rd season of L Word. Who will it be? When? Ah, the intrigue!!! Okay, here’s our idea (no, not the royal “our”-this means Me and Misky!) We should have a wedding pool. Here are the details:

1) Each of us will put in $1 for each guess on who will be married (and you can have multiple guesses).

2) Ballots will be available next Sunday, January 29 at the L Word viewing. (There will be no chads and NO RECOUNTS, y’all)

3) On Sunday, February 12, we’ll do a preliminary count to see how big the pot is…so you can start plotting what to do with all that $$$ you win!!!

4) On Sunday, March 19, the wedding episode SHOULD air…so everyone must have all last-minute votes in by 9 p.m. sharp.

5) You will be a percentage of the “pot” based on your betting…for example:

- You put $2 on Shane & Tina, and $2 on Bette & Alice (hey, I’m not
gonna give anything away.. I want to win the $$$ too!!!) for a total
of $4
- There’s a total of $60 bet
- Bette does marry Alice
- 2 other people also put $2 each toward the Bette/Alice union
- Then…you would each get 1/3 of the winnings…or…$20 dollars!!!

6) Extra info

- You must correctly guess both members of the union. If you guess that Carmen marries Moira (yuck!), and Carmen does end up getting married, but not to Moira…then you win…NOTHING!!! Hahahah….

- Don’t tell Jenny or Sibel anything. Jenny may take part in the pool (she does already know that someone’s getting married), but if you discover any more spoilers, please don’t tell her. Sibel doesn’t even know that anyone’s getting married…so nobody tell her…This will be a secret pool :)

Toenails, accidents, and bobby pins...

2006-01-24T07:46:00.001-08:00

Ok guys…this one’s a doozy…but forgive me for my keyboard diarrhea :) Another segment from "indian princess 'too-much-in-headum'" (thanks Mel).

Yesterday was the 23rd of January. According to Jenny, this is the most depressing day of the year. You know how I live my life by the book, so of course this held true for me! I got into my first accident in ages. Ugh- we won’t even go into it. I’m ok, the other person’s ok, and both cars were (relatively) uninjured. But still…it makes my stomach clench up thinking about it. Then I got into a little argument with a friend. My adrenaline was just sky-high. I guess, down on paper, this doesn’t look so bad, eh? But I just wanted to go back to bed and pull the covers over my head.

It was one of those stupid arguments that shouldn’t even be an argument- I won’t go into details. But you just want the other person to see where you’re coming from and feel what you feel. But you don’t have the words; you can’t make them see things from your perspective. So you get frustrated, then you get angry. Wouldn’t it be easier if we could bypass language, just look at someone and they’d know where we were coming from, our intentions, our feelings? Language is so clumsy, words are so fallible. It’s dangerous terrain, this thing we call communication. Needless to say, I was more frustrated than anything, and am incredibly sorry it got blown out of proportion.

Last night I came to a realization. I realize that I’ve been single now for about 4 months, but it’s funny how I’m still realizing new things about not being in a relationship. Last night’s bit of insight came when I was driving home from Lisa and Carrie’s house (yummy dinner, guys-thanks!). Ok…when you’re in a relationship, and you have a funny story, or something crappy happens, who’s the first person you tell (or want to tell)? Of course it’s your significant other. It’s like one person knows your life history, or at least the segment of life history that occurs while you are together. And the longer you’re together, the more segments you share, until they have (almost) the whole orange. They have you. Every embarrassing childhood memory, every disappointment, the parts you hide from the outside world. But also your secret dreams, your plans for the future. After 8 years, my ex-girlfriend could probably tell my life story as well as (if not better than) I myself could.

But…then what happens if you break up? Who do you tell these things to? Ok, you may have a close friend, you may even have a best friend, but she’s not the one you go home to at night. She’s not the one that sees you at your worst, with morning breath, unwashed hair…the one who knows you’re secretly afraid to use the blow dryer when you’re at home alone (um…for example). So then what? You tell your stories, events of your life to this person, these people. But each person gets just little pieces…and one day you realize that there’s not one single person who truly knows you and your events…there’s not one single person who has you completely. And it’s freaking scary! On the positive side, there’s also nobody to blow your cover if you choose to embellish your stories (No, but then my whole KITCHEN caught on fire…and I extinguished it using my bare HANDS!), there’s nobody to roll their eyes when they hear the story of how that stripper pursued you relentlessly while you were in high school (hehehe).

So maybe, just maybe, this blog thing is so appealing to me because I can get it all out in one place- no fragmentation, no breaks. Even if nobody reads this in its entirety, at least I know it’s there :)

So…L-Word was good this week. My favorite part was when Moira gave her lobster talk…

Ok, I’m being pursued lately by bobby pins. I know that sounds kinda sketchy, but it’s true (Mel, it’s like when you were being stalked by dolphins, so don’t laugh!). First, I found one in my clean laundry. I think it belonged to my downstairs neighbor, Erika (a totally hot girl, by the way!). Then, I found some in my sofa after a Girl came over to my place. Next, I found one in my car when I was cleaning it out. And I don’t think that anyone who has ridden in my car lately wears hair pins. Now, where the Hell did it come from? Finally, when I went to get my car’s oil changed, there was a random bobby pin sitting on a chair in the waiting room (with a hair still in it-yuck!). Seriously, this was all in the course of like 2 weeks! I haven’t even seen a bobby pin in ages and suddenly they’re on me like Brian on Darren (hehe…I love you Brian!)

Ok, that’s all…hopefully my next post won’t be so impossibly long.

One little note/question: I read that 15% of all people are toenail biters. Any ideas on this? Who among us is flexible enough? I admit, I’ve done it before. Anybody else brave enough to step up? Or do I stand (er…chew) alone?

2006-01-21T10:19:00.000-08:00

Ok, so it's Saturday. Last night everyone went out to the club, and I wasn't planning on going. I wanted to be around my friends, but was still feeling a little strange being around my ex and her current. But...this girl I like texted me and told me that SHE was going out. So...I ended up going to the club. We (Lisa and I) left pretty early (a little after midnight)

On a positive note, it was easier being around my ex. She kissed her girlfriend, and I didn't get that sinking stomach feeling I used to get when I saw them together. Progress there! I still love her, but that possessive feeling is fading. Maybe you shouldn't feel possessive about the person you're with, but who can help but? I think it's natural, don't you? And when you break up, even though you know that you have no right to (logically), you still feel that way a bit. Emotions don't always follow logic, do they? But I know that she's somebody else's now...and that's ok with me. That's a good feeling :)

I feel like I should end my blogs with something inspirational. Maybe like Jerry Springer used to say at the end of his show (is that guy even still around?), "Take care of yourself...a-a-a-nd each other (he always stuttered the "and") (not that I watched the show religiously or anything :)

2006-01-20T14:35:00.000-08:00

Never one to be outdone (and never one to do much work), I decided to give this blog thing a try.

So it’s 4:30 on a Friday, and I’m counting down the minutes until I can bust out of this place. At 5:30 I’m meeting friends for happy hour. So…I’m thinking about my friends and about our own version of Alice’s “Chart" (on L Word). We really need to draw one and put all of us on it, guys. Might be a bit frightening. :) Way too many exes!

I’m also thinking about the fact that I’ll be the only single person at this little HH…it’s so bizarre to be a part of a LT couple, and then to be the 3rd wheel with (most of) your friends being paired off. Neither of my 2 close single friends will be there…Ricky can’t go and Jenny’s out of town. So. It’ll be me and 3 couples, and 2 of these couples contain ex-girlfriends of mine :)

Will I ever have a stable relationship again? Am I destined to remain single for the rest of my life? Will I be the crazy old lady that has 20 dogs, and yells at kids to stay off her lawn? (Jenny, you know that without you this would suck, but if we did it together we could rock old age) Up until recently, these thoughts haunted me incessantly. Lately, however, I’m just not that worried. Maybe I should be. Maybe I should hear my biological clock ticking and fear the inevitability… the finite nature of this life (gross). Maybe I should take my life more seriously and plan out the next 10 years. Oh well…

So…on a lighter note…

Let’s see if you can get this…whoever guesses the actress I’m describing FIRST will receive a complementary drink at our next happy hour!!!

1. She’s 5’9”
2. Her younger brother is also an actor
3. In one of her most recent movies (just released on DVD) she kisses Tom Arnold…yuck!!!

Ok...this one was super easy, so if nobody emails me to let guess…then I’ll know nobody loved me enough to read to the end of my post. Because I know you guys, and I know you all loves the free alcohol!!! :)

-Carri