Disclaimer: Possibly PG-13

Disclaimer: This post may offend. If you do not want to read something that could be construed as PG-13 (or you are one of my parents) ignore this post. I'll have new subject matter in a couple of days I'm sure.

I am done with this latest dry spell. The famine has lasted longer than my liking. It could have ended if it weren't for chapped lips, but well, that's the way the cookie crumbles sometimes. Just had to get that off my chest.

P.S. Twilight is partly to blame. That Edward is way too hot.

One Reason Siblings Are Great

When you walk up to their fridge to look at the wedding announcement of an ex-boyfriend, they tell you you're much prettier than the girl he is marrying (even though you all know it wouldn't have worked out for you two anyway).

Justin Part Two

I finally found a decent link for the "Single Ladies" parody. It's even better than I imagined because it's got Paul Rudd in the clip. Enjoy!

Funny AND Hot

Nuff said.

Radio

I cruised past the oldies station today to get to my iPod station and had to cruise back and listen. What was it on the oldies station? Van Halen!!!! How am I old enough to have been alive when a song now considered an "oldie" was released?

Best Edition Ever

In the checkout line at Wal-Mart tonight, my roommate pointed out People's Sexiest Man Alive Edition. Of course, some of my favorites were in there (like Mr. Craig above). But the best part? Rub and Sniff Sexy Men. That's right! You could rub their chests and smell their favorite scents. My favorite (oddly enough) - Michael Phelps.

 This might be my favorite edition of People's Sexiest Man Alive. Even more than when George was crowned king (sorry, George). What will they think of next?

Rivalry Day

We celebrated a rivalry at work today. You know, Edward vs. Jacob...wait...that's not right. We celebrated THE rivalry. I got into the spirit of things and made "rivalry oreos". Don't they look good? 

As I was making them last night, my roommates were in the living room sounding like they had Tourette's syndrome. Yelling things like "Cotswold" and "Blackbeard" and "Dread Pirate Roberts". It wasn't Tourette's so much as a seemingly intense episode of Jeopardy!

I had tons of frosting left over, so I made another batch tonight. Now, if there were a guy who I thought I wanted to get to know, I might be delivering a plate to him. Alas, there is not, so my roommates and my parents will reap the benefits!

Issues

You know what this closet's problem is?
Not enough hangers.
I hate when this happens. I'm going to have serious issues sharing closet space when I get married.

P.S. I probably could have realized this little problem sooner if I had actually put my laundry away in the past month or so.

A Year Ago Today

One year ago today, I was in Turkey; the second stop on my Mediterranean cruise with my roommate and her sister. This is the thought I had as I was sitting at work today. Below is a picture of me in ancient Ephesus.

This is Devan. Man, he was such a cute kid! To think, had I accepted his proposal, I could be living in Kusadasi selling knock-off clothing. His proposal included the shop above his apartment and a car to drive. We walked past all the neighboring shops while he announced that we were going to mate. And yes, "mate" is the word he used.

Or, I could have stayed with Marcel (or Mustafa, take your pick) who offered nothing but a glass of wine and the opportunity to kiss a foreign man. Alas, their offers were not enough and I came home and back to real life. 

One question that posting these pictures got me asking myself (and I've asked it on other occasions): Why is it that I have no problem when it comes to men I'll never see again (I have almost zero sense of "stranger danger") but the gents I'll see again seem to be way too dangerous to talk to? I honestly don't understand myself most of the time.

Tag, I'm It!

So, my lovely sis, Mel, has tagged me on a couple of things, but the 6th folder/6th photo one is the one I have energy for now. Below is the end result:

This is a fuzzy picture of the one and only Michael Buble at his concert last year. This was such a great experience. If you ever get the opportunity to see him, do so! He is not only an incredible singer, but he's pretty funny too!

If this sounds like something you'd enjoy doing, then you are the person I tag!

Heard in a Meeting Today

My coworker said, "You know, being me in this meeting is a lot like being a hooker in church." What?!?!

I Have a Confession

I love cheesy dance movies. I get totally worked up over them. What is it about the angst of working through your emotions by dancing? Or the fact that dance always triumphs? I just can't help myself! Case in point: someone in my house recorded Center Stage: Turn It Up and I just had to watch it. It's really great. Full of hot dancing and hot makeouts and hot people. Pretty much hot. The greatest thing about it? This guy:

I used to watch this reality show on MTV called Dancelife and he happened to be on that show too. It was really exciting to see him on the big/small screen with his cute Boston accent.

So here's to Center Stage, Save the Last Dance, Step Up, Stomp the Yard, all of their sequels and every other dance movie I've loved before!

A Test

Last night at family dinner, my dating life was discussed for a bit at the beginning. Later on in the evening, I was sitting next to my brother-in-law and he says to me, "No wonder you aren't getting asked out! You look like you're taken with that ring on your finger!" I wear two rings on my left hand and one happens to be on my ring finger.

I was telling my co-worker about this today (while we were sitting at lunch and this dude kept checking us out) and she agrees with my brother-in-law and also thought that the guy may have tried to talk to me if I weren't wearing it. So with this, the ring has been removed from my finger. We'll see if there is a difference in my being approached. I'll keep you posted!

P.S. Family dinner is such a great source of entertainment. Last night, I asked my 8-year old nephew if I could have a hug and he said that he's too old to hug, but offered to either shake my hand or give me a high five. Gotta love it!

Sometimes...

I'm a jerk. I usually don't realize this until after the fact. But I realized it yesterday. I wasn't very nice this weekend. I feel bad about it today. How do you apologize to someone you've been pretty rude to? I hate the way I react sometimes.

If Only This Were True

Today Sucked Rocks.

I would say that 90% of the time, I can do this "on my own" thing on my own. I'm usually really fine with it, probably too fine to actually change anything. Then a day like today comes along. Work was really hard and emotionally taxing and when I came home, all I wanted to do was to curl into someone and forget that the world (or at least the troubles at my job) exists. 

Tomorrow will be another day and I'm sure I'll be back to being fine on my own, but today sucked rocks.

Time

How is it that I was early to work during the first snowstorm of the year, but I can't manage to make it to work on time on the clearest of days?

Civic Duty

This is the first year I've paid close attention to the presidential campaign. I truly appreciate the opportunity to vote this year. Although I have many concerns for the future of our country, I look forward to seeing what President Obama will do and how we, as citizens, can contribute. (Tangent: while I don't necessarily agree with a lot of the things Barack Obama has said, I have always respected the relationship he and his wife appear to have. They seem to be a true team and really love each other.)

I read an interesting article by Thomas L. Friedman today regarding the election and read another that said, "George W. Bush never once - not one time - challenged Americans to do anything hard, let alone great. The next president is not going to have that luxury." I have read a few other articles during the past couple of months regarding the turmoil in the financial markets and this is probably an unpopular thing for me to say (as she steps onto her soapbox) -the issues with our economy, our biggest concern at the moment, are not simply the making of the greed on Wall Street, but the greed of the American people. I work in the financial world. I've seen the difficulties that the market mess has created. I haven't been asked to sacrifice anything in comparison to those who have come before me, perhaps now is the time to do so. (Stepping down from soapbox now)

President Obama and those leaders elected today have difficult years ahead of them, but they have my prayers and support.

Ode to High School English Part II

Why did no one point out my egregious misuse of the word "to/too" in the first paragraph? Obviously I need to go back to English class.

Ode to High School English

While I was watching Titanic with my roommates tonight (total classic), they were trying to figure out how many people died. I remembered this lovely poem I had to write in high school about the Titanic that mentioned how many died and was pretty sure I had it laying around. My roommate loved it so much and thought the rest of the world might love it to. I was such an awesome writer in 1998, this is typed just as it was written. Enjoy!

Titanic

by Karen Spencer

The night was April 14, 1912

The sea was calm and all was well

When all of the sudden I heard a large sound

I went to the deck to see what was around.

I looked to the side and to my surprise

There was a large iceberg, twice the boat's size

We seemed to have it it and I asked around

It looked to some as if we were going down.

I soon went inside to get my coat

When an officer handed me a life jacket and said, "Get off the boat"

The deck was a mess, there was chaos all around

I found my friend and she couldn't make a sound.

Over 1,500 people died that night

To see the boat sink was a terrible fright

The Titanic wasn't unsinkable, as we found out that night

I'm glad I'll never again have to see such a horrible sight.