dear monday...yawn.

so pinterest is probably one of the best/worst things that has ever happened to the internet.  while it is so fantastic to be able to easily access amazing ideas, links, recipes, hair tips, household ideas, decor, fashion, etc in one place it is a black hole for time.  seriously.  my friends and i have a term for what happens when you get on pinterest.  you get sucked into what is known as a pinning vortex and before you know it, you've pinned 3 things you have to craft, 6 recipes you know that you are totally going to use for that next get together, countless outfits that you need to buy, a couple new hairstyles to try and an hour of your life is just gone.  it's kind of like when facebook was new.  maybe i just budget more time in my life to waste on facebook or something but it doesn't seem to take up as much time as pinterest does.  then again, i don't often find things on facebook that i feel like i need to try and get frustrated because there is no sewing machine at my desk.  i can pretty much read whatever article is posted right away or like the crap out of someone's meme immediately then move on with the rest of my day.  pinterest gets in my head and refuses to leave.


anyway, my rants today are actually kind of connected.  one of the things on pinterest that i find to be also very helpful is the many links to work out techniques, favorite work outs (that aren't running), etc.  so i'm slightly more than half way to twenty eight right now and i'm not mad about it.  however, this knowledge, coupled with the fact that i will be a bridesmaid twice in may of 2013, made me come to an important realization.  this clip from the sweetest thing is so true.  i'm not sure when my arms felt like it was okay to try to resemble bat wings but i'm not into it.  i'm not talking about anything like this, no offense to madonna.  i do love her but her arms freak me out.  n and i have initiated what is affectionately known as operation jennifer aniston arms.  see? they are so toned and strong but not gross and she is much older than me with no sign of bat wings.  this is the goal.  this way, when i am in inevitably strapless dresses, i won't be pissed off looking at photos people post from both of these weddings.  


i think that this bat wing thing is another one of those small things about aging that has snuck up on me.  like when listening to my nkotbsb pandora station and i am forced to realize that the 90s was in fact twenty years ago, not ten years ago.  i watched a documentary on bill clinton last week and had to remind myself that he and al gore looked so old because it's been a long time since they occupied the white house. bah.  anyway, those are my two little thoughts for today.  time to run out and pick up lunch then carry on with the day.


from the girl who will probably spend some more time this afternoon on pinterest.


until next time...

i wish i was a singer for the thrill of singing on a stage in front of a roaring crowd...and the encores.

i have turned my office into an adele concert.  i made a playlist after lunch on youtube of her performance at the itunes festival in 2011.  it is ridiculous how absolutely wonderful she is.  i was lucky enough to see her live last year in royal oak and was so surprised that she is actually much better live than she is recorded.  it's like recording doesn't do her justice.  i came here for more than to talk about adele.  what was that again?  was it to take a break from the pinning vortex i feel into on pinterest while snipping the split ends off my hair while day dreaming about not being at work any more today?  why yes, yes it was.  that was exactly why i opened up this tab to ramble out a quick blog.  honestly, it's embarrassing how bad i am at maintaining this blog.  good thing no one reads it.  i'm the only one who has to know that things never get posted here. 


i have a few things that i feel like posting about.  and since i'm pretending i'm writing for someone to read it, i'll pretend like i'm catching you up on what has happened since i last wrote.  but not really catch you up.  more like, tell you amusing things that have happened since i last posted.  or annoying things.  we'll see what happens.  


my dear friend sam brought up this idea of a reverse bucket list to me recently.  quite frankly, i love the concept.  while it's probably healthier and better to think of things that you want to do before you die, i find this to be much funnier.  so i submit for your amusement, a couple items from my reverse bucket list (in no particular order):


- attend a miley cyrus concert
- get dreadlocks
- be alone in nature
- become a CPA
- survive the zombie apocalypse (i couldn't rebuild society after that mess)


i anticipate that i will eventually have other things to add to this list.  but right now, these are the only things that i can really say i don't ever want to do.  wait, i don't want to whip my hair back and forth.  ever.


another thought, i am again being shown that no matter how well you think you know someone, everything you know can be debunked in mere moments.  how very quickly everything can change.  or i suppose, how i notice that everything changes all at once.  i learned from a former close friend recently that in order to move on and live your best life, you need to abandon anyone who you have made a mistake with in the past.  in order to be respectful to a partner, you must get rid of those who have come before and that romantic relationships must trump friendships if you want them to succeed.  not trump.  replace.  romantic relationships should replace friendships if you want your marriage to be properly supported in trust and loyalty.  yes, this is what i've learned recently.  quite recently.  and this is why i am now using former to describe someone who has been a close friend for well over a decade.  it's kind of sad when you think about it.  i assume it would be sad if you thought about it.  when i think about it, i get angry that this friend decided to explain to me that because he is twenty eight it is now time for him to grow up.  that he has hit reality head on and there is no such thing as having your cake and eating it too.  that it's selfish to think this way.  i'm almost exactly six months younger than him.  and that six months mattered when it was the difference between driving, voting and drinking but at twenty eight, all it says to me is that you are taking yourself way to seriously.  it's disappointing.  though from his perspective where i am this immature twenty seven year old, perhaps i am disappointing.  he sounds like a fifteen year old girl to me so it's hard for me to take any of this serious.  i do wonder though if like so many other marriages, especially those that are entered into hastily, ends in divorce rather than happily ever after, who he will turn to.  i'm confident i won't be there waiting.  


i think that's about all today.  i don't want to get too worked up.  it's time for me to get back to running reports and day dreaming.  


from the girl who's lack of focus would be alarming if i cared.


until next time...