Thursday, December 4, 2008


Someone got to this blog by searching the following phrase:

"I'm kind of an asshole"

And it took them to this post. Too funny.

I wonder why someone would Google that phrase. Maybe someone told them that they were an asshole and they decided to do a search to find out what to do about it.

My curiosity has been piqued and I must know.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

I think I just realized that I'm going to puke

If you just realize what I just realized,
Then we'd be perfect for each other
and will never find another
Just realized what I just realized
we'd never have to wonder if
we missed out on each other now

I heard this song (Realize by Colbie Caillat…I would have never guessed the title of the song based on the amount of times that word is used in the chorus...) for the first time today. Apparently it’s pretty popular.

I don’t get it though. Why? The music itself is bland. Then you add in the lyrics and it gets worse. No imagination…no creativity.

I don’t consider myself a music snob. People like different kinds of music and I appreciate and understand that. But at the same time…some of the music that is being released today makes me shake my head in disbelief. Ok…maybe not the music itself. But the popularity in which the music is received makes me shake my head in disbelief.

I have a pretty wide array of genres in my iTunes: Country to Showtunes to Classical to Pop to Oldies to Hard Rock to Speed Metal to Ska to you name it! My husband laughs at me quite a bit when a Jerry Reed song follows AC/DC. But I don’t mind…I appreciate each song for different reasons. Basically, if it piques my interest…if it takes me by surprise and makes me stop and rewind the song to hear a sweet guitar riff or piano solo or funny lyric, it’s probably going to be in my playlist.

And don’t get me wrong…I have a few crappy, unimaginative songs in my playlist as well. I like simple music just as much as the next person – most people hate Rihanna’s Umbrella, but I listen to it and sing along with no shame when it comes on during my shuffle play. It’s catchy and I love saying the word umbrella the way she does, “Um-buh-rella, ella ella…”

So while I appreciate the love of crappy music, what bothers me is that some of the people who devour songs like Realize and Bubbly don’t appreciate other music. If it’s not on the top 40, they want nothing to do with it. They claim they “hate” country and oldies, but have they ever really listened to it (and I'm talking about real country here - not the countrified pop songs that are popular on the radio today)? Or are they generalizing the music based on how pop culture does? Country music is just a bunch of hicks singing about losing their wife, their dog and their pickup truck all in one day, right? Some of them, sure, that is what they are singing about. But some of them are about heartbreak. About love and life and lessons learned. And putting the lyrics aside – some of the music is amazing and the instrumentals are stellar. There is nothing like hearing a bit of steel guitar or a fiddle and having the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

So yeah, I’m cool with people loving crap like Realize. But I just with they’d realize (lame, but I couldn’t help myself) that there is so much more out there to appreciate about music! And that if they’d give a different style a try, they might be surprised. And they might learn something about themselves.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Well that lasted a whole week

I left Twenty something bloggers.

I didn't fit it. I can't put my finger quite on the exact reason what it is, but I felt like a fraud. I'm thinking it's due to the fact that I've never been one to fit in with those my age. I've always fit in better with older people. Hell, I'd rather hang out with my 90-year old grandparents than some people my age.

Nothing against the members of the network - I'm sure that they are all perfectly wonderful people. But I found that most of them were in their early twenties and priorities included partying and drinking and their posts were riddled of drunken drinking stories. As I mentioned in a prior post...I grew out of that long before I was even able to legally drink.

Maybe I just wasn't finding the right members or blogs.

Either way, it wasn't the right place for me.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

A Confession, Of Sorts...

I joined Twenty-Something bloggers today.

That's not my confession. But it's kind of related to my confession. Be patient, I'll get to it.

Ok, so here goes...deep breath...

I don't drink.

I know...crazy, right?

Don't get me wrong - I'm not weird religious or anything that is anti-alcohol. Nor am I a recovering alcoholic. I just don't drink. I always want to drink...but when I'm in the setting where alcohol is flowing, I will always order a diet-coke with grenadine. Yes, you read that correctly...I order a Roy Rogers. What can I say? I think I like the idea of drinking better than the drinking itself.

Normally, I don't really care. I had two good years of drinking fun (and both of those years were before I could even legally do so). I'm usually having fun and I don't need to imbibe in great quantities of the liquid devil to enjoy myself. I also am very much so against drinking and driving of any kind, so this usually works out for me (hmmm...perhaps this can be one of my experimental hot-button topics I've been wanting to write about).

But sometimes? Sometimes I just want to drink fucking margaritas all night! I'm in my twenties, for Christ's sake! I'm not some old lady (that's what I keep telling myself, anyway). So I'll have one and then I'll feel like shit the rest of the night and my idea of having a fun, crazy-drunk night are shot to hell. So I just skip the tequila and stick with the cherry syrup (because let's be honest here, I'm crazy enough as it is without the liquor).

For the most part, I've come to accept and embrace this fact about me. The people I go out with regularly don't mind this about me and actually appreciate it. And they get a kick out of the grown-up ordering a kiddie drink. Whatev...they can laugh all they want. That shit is delicious.

So there it confession. I feel better now.

On a completely unrelated note, I have a query about 20-something bloggers. What happens when I'm not longer in my twenties? I only have a year and a half left! Do I get kicked out of the community?

I probably should have thought about that before I joined...

Tuesday, June 17, 2008


So the posts I've been dying to write? Where are they? It seems that I create this place for me to finally write those posts that push buttons and end up with a post about being an asshole and a post bitching about people bitching about gas prices.


I'll get one written eventually. What's the rush, right?

In the meantime, I'm reading again. I've been away from leisure reading far too long. Now I'm forcing myself to read every single day. I'll even read on the toilet, much to the horror of my significant other. He'll get over least I'm out of his hair for fifteen or so minutes.

I'm kind of an asshole

Not a bitch. An asshole. Possibly certifiable.

That term is usually reserved for dudes, but I believe that women can be assholes, too. I know I am. I thought that I would start collecting proof of me being an asshole

So without further ado, the first installment of

Reasons Why I am an Asshole:

  • I rarely hold doors for people behind me. I make exceptions for pregnant women or old people. And sometimes people with their arms full of stuff (only if I accidently make eye contact). But slutty girls texting on their cell phone? They can get the door in the face for all I care.
  • When people I don't know or don't like talk to me, I respond with monosyllabic answers. I don't try to continue the conversation. And when I can finally escape the situation, I usually do so with a sigh of relief and a very obvious roll of my eyes.
  • I told my sister-in-law that she had a punchable face because she wore those huge sunglasses that make people look like bugs.

And that's all I can think of for now. There are more...oh boy are there more. But I'm too bored to finish this right now.

Monday, June 9, 2008

Enough, already!

Gas is expensive.

I get it. I do. But right now, there's not much we can do about it.

Can we stop talking about it now?