Thursday, April 05, 2012

A wee bit slow...




So this morning I woke up at 3:45am so that we could try and catch a boat tour on the other side of the country. We got off to a good start, by some miracle we found the car fairly easily and made it out of Edinburgh without trouble. I'm reading the directions and everything some to be going fairly smoothly, it even looks like well make it on time. The map suggests the amount of time each segment of the journey should make. It tells me 20 minutes, around 30 minutes in I mention to Sue that it seems to be taking a little too long, however after our ticket on day 1, sue says she doesn't want to take any chances and will only be going according to the posted speed limits she sees. When I realize its taken us WELL over an hour to complete a 20 minute drive, I'm pretty sure something isn't right. As we pull into the ferry terminal over an hour late, we're informed that the speed limit is not 30 or 40 MPH like Sue had been driving, but 60!


I will simply consider this another lesson learned and not resent the fact that I woke up before 4am!


The reason we drove a cross the country was to take the 3 isle tour of Mull, Io a and Staffa. So you have to take the ferry to Mull, the Mull bus to the other docks. To take the boat to Staffa, the boat again to Iona, the ferry back to Mull the bus back to the other ferry terminal and the ferry back to Oban. The experience is worth every second of the travel. Staffa is home to Fingal's Cave, which was one of the most breathtaking sights I've seen. You have to climb a cross Staff a to get to the cave, which was absolutely terrifying for me. I'm not a fan of heights, so to walk along a cliff with the ocean rushing beneath me has never been on my to do list (and it never will be again). I have never been so tense in my life. As you can see from the pictures it was totally worth it, but if I had to do it all over again I'll try the lazy way where the boat just drops you off in the cave.

I finally got my first real taste of Scotland today. For lunch I had Cornish pasty and for dinner real fish and chips, by far the best fish and chips I've ever had. To top it all off I closed dinner off with deep fried Haggis. The flavour is actually really nice its just the mental issue of not thinking about what you're eating. Sue has yet to try Scotland. In the fish and chip shop she ordered Hawaiian pizza. Who in their right mind goes into a fish and chip store facing the sea and orders pizza! I let her know how utterly disgusted I was. I'm still looking for my bangers and mash and steak pie.

Wednesday, April 04, 2012

A wee bit busy...

So this morning I got to experience the "full Scottish breakfast". It includes just about everything you could think of - eggs, sausage, bacon, toast, potato scones, hash browns, beans, tomatoes, etc... What I couldn't understand after eating breakfast is the shortage of fat Scottish people. This mystery was quickly solved as they walk everywhere and its all hills and valleys. I haven't yet seen a drive through anything.

We ended up going on three of the bus tours today. Why Edinburgh has something like 6 bus tours, 5 run by the same company, makes no sense to me. By the time we got on the third tour I probably could have hosted the tour. We got to see all the touristy sights like Edinburgh Castle, Parliament, the Holyrood Palace and went up to Leith. I've inherited my dad's love of the water and boats, so checking out the Royal Yacht Britannia was cool. When nobody was looking I thought it would be fun to have a seat in the queens drawing room. Sue brought it to my attention that after that we had a staff member follow us in every room we went into.


We were actually suppose to go see Rosslyn Chapel today, but as Sue had almost a complete mental breakdown driving yesterday, she said she's not getting back in the car until were leaving.

I still haven't had a proper Scottish meal. Yesterday we went to a pub and I tried to order bangers and mash - no luck, so I asked for a meat pie - again no luck. So I ended up with friggin lasagna, which was gross. Some how today again I had Italian. I'm determined to have some real Scottish food tomorrow.

To end today we toured an underground city called, Mary King's Close. A Close is an old street in Edinburgh and since it's illegal to live underground in Scotland, when parts of the city were being rebuilt many of the Closes ended up underground and some were preserved quite well. Its interesting how much the Close reminded me of my cubicle. No sunlight, small, cramped, dreary, depressing, I think it even has the same light blue/gray walls. At least now ii know that me and 17th century Scottish people have something in common.

Tuesday, April 03, 2012

Wee bit of a rough start...




So I had a great flight to Scotland, there was an empty seat beside me so I get to stretch out and relax. There was some turbulence before we landed, but I've been through worse flights. Apparently Sue has not, she looked like death when we arrived. There were a few moments in the customs lineup when I was sure she was going to pass out, but she managed to pull through. It took forever to get passed customs and pick up the rental car and since the flight had departed late we ended up being way behind schedule. It didn't help that we got lost as soon as we left the airport. Sue had printed out all the directions, we simply hadn't counted on the road closure and trying to follow the diversion signs while Sue was still figuring out how to drive on the right side. She only hit one car and I'm not sure if she took off their side mirror, but luckily there was no damage to our rental car ;)


On the road to Edinburgh all I keep hearing was "TINA EYES OPEN!!". We somehow managed to arrive safely, only to park in a motorcycle only spot and get a £60 ticket. At least we've learned that "Only M/C" means that spot us designated for motorcycles. Lunch was okay and than we walked up the Royal Mile to Edinburgh Castle. That walk finally turned the trip around. The castle was amazing, Sue pointed out that we were standing where kings once stood. I pointed out that babies with dirty pampers had probably stood there too.


On the way back to the hotel we grabbed some hot chocolate at the Cockburn Cafe. We decided to take a quick nap before dinner at 6 and woke up at midnight. It's 3AM now, so I'm going to try and get some sleep.



Sue's snoring could wake the dead! I hope I fall asleep before she does tomorrow!

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Just my thoughts... on life with diabetes

I don't think that a lot of people realize that being diagnosed with diabetes can feel a lot like the loss of a good friend. Gone is the carefree days of doing whatever you want, because not only do you have to watch your diet, you must also consider every action you perform and how it can positively or negatively affect your blood sugars and health. I think that most diabetics have to go through the 7 Stages of Grief...

1. Shock and Denial
2. Pain & Guilt
3. Anger & Bargaining
4. Depression
5. The Upward Turn
6. Reconstruction and Working Through
7. Acceptance and Hope

The three stages I want to focus on are 1, 3 and 7. I spent a long time denying the reality of having diabetes. Mostly, because I felt I was too young (and good looking) to have to deal with something like that, it was really surprising and overwhelming. At 21 the last thing you're expecting to hear that that you have type 2 diabetes. If you know me it's not really my thing to feel guilty, so it wasn't a stage I spent too much time in. But I did manage to get really angry, it was probably the most angry I've ever felt, because it just wasn't fair. I was pissed, every once in a while I still feel very angry, because there are days i just don't feel like being diabetic, or having to test my sugars or not eat what I want, it can be hard to not feel angry at the situation. I did get depressed, but not for very long, because I was offended reminded of everything I had to be thankful, including the fact that diabetes does not have to be a life sentence. When I got to stage 7 of acceptance and hope it didn't mine that suddenly everything was rainbows and lollipops, it meant I had adapted to a life with diabetes. The situation is what it is, I can't ignore the fact that my life has changed and my mindset must change with it. I've learned to be more creative in meal planning, find activities I can enjoy and feel safe participating in. I don't hide or feel ashamed of what I have to live with. I can't be the same carefree, untroubled me that existed before I was diagnosed. I'm a better me, I have a greater understanding of what is happening in my body. I know how to properly keep my body fueled and take care of myself. I accept the responsibility of being my own biggest advocate and adversary. I find ways to move forward with a positive attitude, knowing that every day I'm doing the best that I can and as I continue to educate myself the easier figuring it all out will be. I'm well aware of what I've lost, but I won't allow that loss to impede on the anticipation of the good time to come and the joy of experiencing life to the fullest.

Monday, January 09, 2012

Debt Free Forever!!!

So it came as kind of a surprise, but I'm finally debt-free. I was checking my credit card balances at the beginning of the month and realized that they were all $0. I can't even begin to explain how happy this made me. It was like this giant weight was lifted from my shoulders. I feel like I'm on a high and whenever I think about it I begin to smile. This means I can get serious about going to Australia and buying a house. It has totally made my month, maybe even my year knowing that every month I don't have to worry about making payments outside of my rent, my phone and my cable bill. I really feel free. I picked up Gail Vaz-Oxlade Debt-Free Forever and I'm hoping to never fall into the trap of credit card debt ever again. I'll try and post interesting tidbits from my readings.

Later!

Unconditional Love


So today I was watching Extreme Makeover: Weight Loss Edition and I heard something that kind of upset me. The girl losing the weight after some success turned to her trainer and said it's nice that she can now start loving herself. I thought that's so sad, that someone felt the need to lose weight in order to start loving themselves. I think that mentallity is something that needs to change for a lot of people. IF I do this, than I can do that... If I lose weight, than I can love myself. Shouldn't it be reversed... because I love myself, I will lose weight and be healthy. Self-love shouldn't be dependent on how much I weigh or what I look like or what other people tell me I should or shouldn't be. I love myself because I'm the best self I can be today. Today is officially the first day of my get healthy journey. I value myself and I want to be able to give myself every opportunity available to me. I don't want to have to limit myself or my dreams because of restrictions I've placed on myself. I know that my value will never be found in being a certain size, but being around for as long as I can with the people I love is the most valuable thing to me.

Sunday, January 08, 2012

Moving on...

Sometimes it's not giving up, it's moving on. I like to think that me and my ex-boyfriend didn't break-up we simply moved on. I think that a lot of people spend too much energy on relationships that aren't worth the effort. I also think that's how people get trapped into settling for less than the best. When you've put so much effort into something it does make it a challenge to walk away, but do you really want to spend the rest of your life with someone you know isn't right for you because you didn't want to rock the boat. I hate to settle on something for lunch that's just alright, I can't imagine settling on the person I'm going to spend the rest of my life with. I know that right now my energies can be expended in more benefital pursuits and that is what I'm going to focus on.

Monday, November 07, 2011

My name is MarieSeda and I live at the edge of the forest...

My whole life I've wanted to be able to say the phrase "I live at the edge of the forest". It's very fairytale and I'm very much into fairy tales. Our family recently moved and I can now happily say that I live at the edge of the forest. There is something that I never considered about living at the edge of the forest. I don't know if you know this, but apparently the forest is home to many of our animal friends. Sometimes these animals friends get tire of living in the forest and decide to come and visit for a while. Our first animal guest was Mickey.

Unfortunately, my dad had to escort him out.


Our next friend, Jake, took refuge under the steps on our porch. He would come and say hello whenever I arrived home. Thanks to Jake I can now qualify for the Canadian National Long-Jump team.



Jake was not as accommodating about leaving. We had to do a little renovating and make it uncomfortable for him to finally get him to say goodbye.



Our most recent animal friend seems to be a bit more stubborn than the rest. Bert comes and goes as he chooses brings his friends by and hangs out in front of the garage. Bert has actually inspired me to get into hunting.



Hopefully, the next time I see Bert, it will be the last time!

Friday, October 28, 2011

The past is behind me...

I can't stand people who live in the past. Shit happens to everyone and we all have to deal with it eventually. People who decide to dwell on the past instead of being in the present drive me nuts. Now is happening now, you can’t stop it, time doesn’t stand still, your past is behind you. It shouldn’t be a revelation that it’s behind, because it’s not all around you and it shouldn’t be all that you can see. Even if you don’t want to put it behind you, you must in order to truly move forward. Sitting the past is wasting the present and the future.

I prefer to live in the present and look forward to the future. I appreciate the past and everything it has taught me and for bringing me to this point. I know the present isn’t always going to be perfect, but neither was the past. Knowing that is what keeps me excited for the future.


Thursday, August 25, 2011

An open letter...

Dear Friends & Family,

I have diabetes, but I don't always look sick because of it.

I know that it can be difficult to know how to help. I always appreciate it when you ask me how you can help in a caring way. When you get a juice box when I have low blood sugar or a glass of water when I have high blood sugar, it means the world to me. Sometimes it's nice just to have someone to sit next to.

Nagging me doesn't help. Nobody likes to be told what to do, especially someone who needs to watch everything they consume 24/7 forever. And let's be honest: how would you feel if someone lectured you about calories every time you ate a hamburger?

When I indulge, I have a twinge of guilt. You can help by being there for me and understanding that diabetes is non-stop and
sometimes I just need a little break.

Show me you care by joining me on a walk, embracing a new cooking plan, or coming on my journey to learn more.

Diabetes puts me through an array of emotions. They're complicated and not always pretty. Sometimes I just need space.

Other times I just need a hug.

Wednesday, August 03, 2011

I want to learn to play the drums...

When I was little I wanted to learn to play the saxophone so bad. I begged and pleaded, I even learned how to play the clarinet so I could easily transition to the sax. Sadly it never seemed to happen for me. This is the song that drove my craze for the sax...



To this day Wham's Careless Whispers is still my all time favourite song.

Lately, I've been going crazy for this song...




I'm sitting at my desk air drumming, head bopping, looking like a crazy person. It really makes me want to to learn to play the drums. I guess I'm gonna have to look into drum lessons!


P.S. The song that made me want to play the guitar...



It will also be my wedding march.

See I ain't tryna lease or try to rent, I'm tryna own it!

Thursday, May 12, 2011

Why I should have been an only child...

This morning as I was getting dressed I asked my 13 year old sister if my dress made me look pregnant. She told me "Don't blame the dress!"

Fable of the porcupine

Have you ever seen a baby porcupine?

It was the coldest winter ever and many animals died because of the cold. The porcupines, realizing the situation, decided to group together. This way they covered and protected themselves; but the quills of each one wounded their closest companions even though they gave off heat to each other. After a while they decided to distance themselves one from the other and they began to die, alone and frozen. So they had to make a choice: either accept the quills of their companions or disappear from the Earth. Wisely, they decided to go back to being together. This way they learned to live with the little wounds that were caused by the close relationship with their companion, but the most important part of it, was the heat that came from the others allowed them to survive.

Moral of the story: The best relationship is not the one that brings together perfect people, but the best is when each individual learns to live with the imperfections of others and can admire the other person's good qualities

The Real Moral of the story..........

LEARN TO LOVE THE PRICKS IN YOUR LIFE!

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

An even more interesting article...

Brienne WalshAuthor: An Open Letter to the Women Who Are Telling Me It's My Fault I'm Not Married

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Every year, right around Valentine's Day, a flurry of women write articles directly addressing the large population of single women in New York.

This year, the two that I read were "Why You're Not Married" by Tracy McMillan, a "Mad Men" staff writer, in The Huffington Post, and "Dear Single Women of NYC: It's Not Them, It's You" by Jen Doll in the Village Voice.

Both articles share a message: "Women: it's your fault that you're not married, and you should stop bitching about how you can't find a good man."

These sorts of articles used to scare the ever-loving daylights out of me; now they're just infuriating.

I know it's my fault I'm not married. I know that in the future, if I don't get married, it will be my fault as well. And thanks to the advancements made by the women in the generation above me, it's my decision to make.

Because staying in a bad relationship just because it is heading towards marriage is like putting a plastic bag over your head, and just letting in enough air that you can stay alive.

So, I'd like to take a minute to directly address the women, or at least the type of woman, who are directly addressing these articles to me.

Obviously, marriage is not a fairy tale; stop telling us that.

McMillan wraps up her article with this "insight:"

Because ultimately, marriage is not about getting something -- it's about giving it. Strangely, men understand this more than we do. Probably because for them marriage involves sacrificing their most treasured possession -- a free-agent penis -- and for us, it's the culmination of a princess fantasy so universal, it built Disneyland.

But I grew up in a generation of women that literally never stopped hearing that marriage isn't a fairy tale. We were fed statistics about divorce in the same way that the Baby Boomer generation was bombarded with ICBM figures. Daily, we were told that men were not Prince Charming, that they would not vanquish a dragon to save us, rescue us from a tower or even just fight their way through a double transfer on the subway to come kiss us goodnight.

And so we learned how to expect literally nothing from a man. And do you know what happened because of that? We learned to let men treat us like crap. We came to believe that men were doing us a favor by settling down -- because otherwise they would be out spraying the world of willing women with their abundant seed. We were taught to be grateful if a man showed interest in us, and we became fearful at all times that he would leave us once he did. Women of my generation are still the second-class citizens of fairy tales: only now, we don't even have the chivalry or the ever-blooming roses to comfort us in our eternal boredom.

"All men want is for us to be nice to them." Do you know what men don't want? A lot of things that I really value about myself.

A few weeks ago, I was interviewing a woman who is at the top of her chosen profession. She's a single mother to her teenage daughter. She is enormously successful, well-educated, beautiful -- and never married.

Our conversation eventually -- and inevitably -- led us to the topic of why she never married, and to illustrate the point, she told me a story. "When I was younger," she said, "I was dating a man who told me: 'You're extraordinarily smart, and you're extraordinarily beautiful. You need a man who is either so strong that he can stand up to you, or so weak that you can walk all over him. I'm just a normal man. I'm not the man for you.'"

[20 years later, they met again, and she asked him why he had married his wife. "She made good sandwiches," he said.]

As I was leaving, she said to me, with a great deal of kindness: "You're pretty, and you're smart. It's a curse. You'll have a lot of difficulty finding a man."

It could have been crushing, if I wasn't aware of it already. For the first time in my life, someone openly acknowledged the dirty dark secret of my generation of women. And that is that all of the qualities we cultivate in ourselves from our first overachieving moments in elementary school to our graduation from the best universities in the nation -- confidence in our physical appearance, the ability to support ourselves, our cultured and well-read minds, the sterling pedigree of our schooling, our taste for healthy debate with our peers (both men and women) -- actually won't help us to find an equal partner. What it will do is make an "equal" man feel insecure, and what he will do with that insecurity is label us as "crazy." And crazy people aren't to be taken seriously -- they're to be medicated, dosed, tamed like "Kate," the eponymous shrew -- and made into the perfect wife. In essence, in order to participate in the ritual custom of marriage, we have to become shadows of our best selves.


So when you say to me, Tracy McMillan, that I have to work around a "man's fear and insecurity in order to get married," I say to you, why aren't you telling me that I should be going out to look for the men who wants a woman like me? (They do exist; some of them are my friends.) Instead of being told I need to medicate my "craziness" to pander to a man's itty-bitty oh-so-witty ego, I want a man who is every bit my match, and is not scared off by that. I want a man who appreciates that I enjoy sex. I want a man who loves that I can fire back a sassy comment like Katharine Hepburn on one of her lazy days.

I have a pedigree like an Arabian thoroughbred -- double Ivy League degrees in art history, the ability to speak in five languages, a resume full of prestigious jobs in the art world, a history of international travel that even Bruce Chatwin would gape at -- and it's come to the point that if a man doesn't immediately identify me as crazy, I question if he's even listening to me when I open my mouth.

When are women going to start telling women not to be afraid of raising children by themselves?

I'm a woman who both knows that she wants to have children, and who also knows that she'd like to have a few more opportunities to really, really fall in love. Because even though I know that the clock is ticking on my middle-aged ovaries, and even though I know that marriage isn't a fairy tale, I'd still like to actually be madly in love with the person I'm going to do all of this sacrificing and fighting and laughing and struggling with. I've been in love before, with men who were arguably (and endearingly) more troll than Prince Charming, and I know it can happen again.

In her article Doll quotes a friend as saying: "'If you could have babies easily into your 50s, I think you'd go on being single forever.'" She then follows the quote with the maxim: "But we can't. This is just a biological fact."

But it's clearly not a biological fact that a woman needs to be in a relationship to have a child. A decade from now, I know that I'll be making a more-than-decent living, and so, assuming I don't ask a friend to knock me up (hey, best friends make the best lovers, right?), I'll have plenty of money to pay for in vitro fertilization. I have many, many good friends, five siblings, relatively young parents, and over 20 aunts and uncles who would help me to raise that baby. I enjoy the perks of a thriving, enormous Irish Catholic family, but even if I didn't have over 50 immediate biological relatives, I still have the family that I've created from friends, mentors, lovers and co-workers in New York. And so do most women that I know. It might not be easy for us to be single mothers, but it would surely be workable, just another way of doing things that would have the same balance of happiness, sadness, and hardship as any other life I may choose to live.

All that I'm trying to say, ladies, is stop trying to frighten me; make me feel empowered. Speak to me like I can make my own decisions, and don't demean the difficulties I may be having finding a guy who I think is worth my time and energy. Marriage is a rapidly-changing institution. Let's discuss how it can be molded to fit our rising status, rather than trying to jam ourselves into some outdated ideal.

Meanwhile, leave me a little room for my fantasies and my fairy tales. If I don't dream of the occasional miracle, the found glass slipper, the kiss that awakens me from my slumber, how do you expect me to make it through the drudgery of life?


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Friday, May 06, 2011

My poor foot!

This morning as I was running to catch the last bus that would get me to work on time (not "technically" on time, more like 15 minutes late, and trust me just 15 minutes late is not bad (by my standards)). Anyways, as I was saying I'm rushing and I go to move a wall mount mirror (that I have mounted yet) and it slipped out of my hands and on to my foot. My poor little foot is trobbing like crazy. When I finally got to work 2 1/2 hours late, at least I was able to tell my boss that I hadn't cryed... a lot. Thankfully most of the swelling has gone away. Hopefully it won't end up like this...

Thursday, May 05, 2011

Happy Mother's Day!!

I know that I let everyone know on a pretty frequent basis how blessed my life is. A big part of why I feel so blessed is with the abundance of mother's I have in my life. I don't just have a mom-mom, I have work-moms and friend-moms and auntie-moms, there are just a whole lot of moms in my life. I thought that with it being so close to Mother's Day I should express my appreciation to all of them for all the encouragement and inspiration they have brought to my life. To the moms that have ensured that I get feed, that am clothed properly and supported in all my endeavours I thank and salute you. Although, I don't say it, I recognize all that you do for me and the other young women that are lucky enough to have you guys in our lives. I'd like to say a special thank you to my mom-mom, who was the only mom that showed up as the grade 8 trip bus was leaving to wish me a bon voyage because I would be gone for a week (even though at the time it was totally embarrassing). Also, for the time in grade 5, when she stayed up all night making a teacher gift, because she knew how much it would mean to me. As well, for last night when she give into my McDonald's craving, even though it was out of the way (I'm going to disregard the fact that she bitch and moaned about it afterwards). So, as I was saying a BIG, HUGE, GIGANTIC THANK YOU to the moms in my life and I wish you a VERY HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!!


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Wednesday, April 20, 2011

F'ing the dog!


So this morning as I was getting off the bus the driver said to me, "Don't work too hard". It's not often that I accept advice from strangers, but for some reason this really struck a chord with me.

So today I f'ed the dog hard. I didn't just f' the dog, I tried new positions, used toys, I even got some of my friends involved!

Tomorrow I promise I will not listen to the advice of strangers!

Monday, February 21, 2011

Interesting Article...

Tracy McMillan: Why You’re Not Married


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You want to get married. It's taken a while to admit it. Saying it out loud -- even in your mind -- feels kind of desperate, kind of unfeminist, kind of definitely not you, or at least not any you that you recognize. Because you're hardly like those girls on TLC saying yes to the dress and you would never compete for a man like those poor actress-wannabes on The Bachelor.

You've never dreamt of an aqua-blue ring box.

Then, something happened. Another birthday, maybe. A breakup. Your brother's wedding. His wife-elect asked you to be a bridesmaid, and suddenly there you were, wondering how in hell you came to be 36-years-old, walking down the aisle wearing something halfway decent from J. Crew that you could totally repurpose with a cute pair of boots and a jean jacket. You started to hate the bride -- she was so effing happy -- and for the first time ever you began to have feelings about the fact that you're not married. You never really cared that much before. But suddenly (it was so sudden) you found yourself wondering... Deep, deep breath... Why you're not married.

Well, I know why.

How? It basically comes down to this: I've been married three times. Yes, three. To a very nice MBA at 19; a very nice minister's son at 32 (and pregnant); and at 40, to a very nice liar and cheater who was just like my dad, if my dad had gone to Harvard instead of doing multiple stints in federal prison.

I was, for some reason, born knowing how to get married. Growing up in foster care is a big part of it. The need for security made me look for very specific traits in the men I dated -- traits it turns out lead to marriage a surprisingly high percentage of the time. Without really trying to, I've become a sort of jailhouse lawyer of relationships -- someone who's had to do so much work on her own case that I can now help you with yours.

But I won't lie. The problem is not men, it's you. Sure, there are lame men out there, but they're not really standing in your way. Because the fact is -- if whatever you're doing right now was going to get you married, you'd already have a ring on it. So without further ado, let's look at the top six reasons why you're not married.

1. You're a Bitch.

Here's what I mean by bitch. I mean you're angry. You probably don't think you're angry. You think you're super smart, or if you've been to a lot of therapy, that you're setting boundaries. But the truth is you're pissed. At your mom. At the military-industrial complex. At Sarah Palin. And it's scaring men off.

The deal is: most men just want to marry someone who is nice to them. I am the mother of a 13-year-old boy, which is like living with the single-cell protozoa version of a husband. Here's what my son wants out of life: macaroni and cheese, a video game, and Kim Kardashian. Have you ever seen Kim Kardashian angry? I didn't think so. You've seen Kim Kardashian smile, wiggle, and make a sex tape. Female anger terrifies men. I know it seems unfair that you have to work around a man's fear and insecurity in order to get married -- but actually, it's perfect, since working around a man's fear and insecurity is big part of what you'll be doing as a wife.



2. You're Shallow.

When it comes to choosing a husband, only one thing really, truly matters: character. So it stands to reason that a man's character should be at the top of the list of things you are looking for, right? But if you're not married, I already know it isn't. Because if you were looking for a man of character, you would have found one by now. Men of character are, by definition, willing to commit.

Instead, you are looking for someone tall. Or rich. Or someone who knows what an Eames chair is. Unfortunately, this is not the thinking of a wife. This is the thinking of a teenaged girl. And men of character do not want to marry teenaged girls. Because teenage girls are never happy. And they never feel like cooking, either.



3. You're a Slut.

Hooking up with some guy in a hot tub on a rooftop is fine for the ladies of Jersey Shore -- but they're not trying to get married. You are. Which means, unfortunately, that if you're having sex outside committed relationships, you will have to stop. Why? Because past a certain age, casual sex is like recreational heroin -- it doesn't stay recreational for long.

That's due in part to this thing called oxytocin -- a bonding hormone that is released when a woman a) nurses her baby and b) has an orgasm -- that will totally mess up your casual-sex game. It's why you can be f**k-buddying with some dude who isn't even all that great and the next thing you know, you're totally strung out on him. And you have no idea how it happened. Oxytocin, that's how it happened. And since nature can't discriminate between marriage material and Charlie Sheen, you're going to have to start being way more selective than you are right now.


4. You're a Liar.

It usually goes something like this: you meet a guy who is cute and likes you, but he's not really available for a relationship. He has some condition that absolutely precludes his availability, like he's married, or he gets around town on a skateboard. Or maybe he just comes right out and says something cryptic and open to interpretation like, "I'm not really available for a relationship right now."

You know if you tell him the truth -- that you're ready for marriage -- he will stop calling. Usually that day. And you don't want that. So you just tell him how perfect this is because you only want to have sex for fun! You love having fun sex! And you don't want to get in a relationship at all! You swear!

About ten minutes later, the oxytocin kicks in. You start wanting more. But you don't tell him that. That's your secret -- just between you and 22,000 of your closest girlfriends. Instead, you hang around, having sex with him, waiting for him to figure out that he can't live without you. I have news: he will never "figure" this out. He already knows he can live without you just fine. And so do you. Or you wouldn't be lying to him in the first place.


5. You're Selfish.

If you're not married, chances are you think a lot about you. You think about your thighs, your outfits, your naso-labial folds. You think about your career, or if you don't have one, you think about doing yoga teacher training. Sometimes you think about how marrying a wealthy guy -- or at least a guy with a really, really good job -- would solve all your problems.

Howevs, a good wife, even a halfway decent one, does not spend most of her day thinking about herself. She has too much s**t to do, especially after having kids. This is why you see a lot of celebrity women getting husbands after they adopt. The kids put the woman on notice: Bitch, hello! It's not all about you anymore! After a year or two of thinking about someone other than herself, suddenly, Brad Pitt or Harrison Ford comes along and decides to significantly other her. Which is also to say -- if what you really want is a baby, go get you one. Your husband will be along shortly. Motherhood has a way of weeding out the lotharios.


6. You're Not Good Enough.

Oh, I don't think that. You do. I can tell because you're not looking for a partner who is your equal. No, you want someone better than you are: better looking, better family, better job.

Here is what you need to know: You are enough right this minute. Period. Not understanding this is a major obstacle to getting married, since women who don't know their own worth make terrible wives. Why? You can fake it for a while, but ultimately you won't love your spouse any better than you love yourself. Smart men know this.

I see this at my son's artsy, progressive school. Of 183 kids, maybe six have moms who are as cute as you're trying to be. They're attractive, sure. They're just not objects. Their husbands (wisely) chose them for their character, not their cup size.



Alright, so that's the bad news. The good news is that I believe every woman who wants to can find a great partner. You're just going to need to get rid of the idea that marriage will make you happy. It won't. Once the initial high wears off, you'll just be you, except with twice as much laundry.

Because ultimately, marriage is not about getting something -- it's about giving it. Strangely, men understand this more than we do. Probably because for them marriage involves sacrificing their most treasured possession -- a free-agent penis -- and for us, it's the culmination of a princess fantasy so universal, it built Disneyland.

The bottom line is that marriage is just a long-term opportunity to practice loving someone even when they don't deserve it. Because most of the time, your messy, farting, macaroni-and-cheese eating man will not be doing what you want him to. But as you give him love anyway -- because you have made up your mind to transform yourself into a person who is practicing being kind, deep, virtuous, truthful, giving, and most of all, accepting of your own dear self -- you will find that you will experience the very thing you wanted all along:

Love.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Reaching that moment...

For reference: I start work at 8:30(ish)am

For some reason I reach that moment where I just don't want to do anything else productive at 8:15am. I don't think that bodes well for me!

S#$% my boss says...

So the other day I was working on something and I realized that somebody had submitted a form that shouldn't have come to our office. I went and asked my boss to make sure I was right before returning the form. At first he agreed with me and then as we were talking about it, he grabbed the file out of my hand and said that he just realized it was fine, there was a piece of the puzzle I didn't know, but not to worry about. (You would think the man had never met me before to make a comment like that!) For the next 4 hours every 5 to 10 minutes I would go into his office and ask what it is I didn't know. At around hour two he started to threaten to fart if I came back into his office. By end of hour four he had had enough.

HIM: You just keep picking and picking and picking and picking. I feel like a pimple that is about to burst and puss all over your glasses!!!

ME: Bobby, that is honest to God the most disgusting analogy I have ever heard in my life.

The information was revealed shortly after that and it was nothing super exciting. I later repeated the story to some friends that know the two of us and they could not believe that I had brought such a quiet, respectable, peaceful man down to that level. You can only imagine what my mom has had to deal with for too many years now.

That funny feeling...

Around two o'clock this afternoon as I was in the middle of something, my boss came and asked me if I normally do what I was doing first thing in the morning. I said yes. He asked was this morning a particularly busy morning. I said no. He than asked what happened today. I get the funny feeling he was not too impressed when I shrugged my shoulders and said "I just didn't feel like it" *sigh*.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Truths for Mature Adults


There are some truths that by a certain age you simply need to know. I found this list and thought that it summed everything up quite nicely...


1. I think part of a friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.

2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.

3. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.

4. There is great need for a sarcasm font.

5. How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

6. Was learning cursive really necessary?

7. Map Quest really needs to start their directions on # 5. I'm pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.

8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.

9. I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.

10. Bad decisions make good stories.

11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren't going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.

12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I don't want to have to restart my collection...again.

13. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page technical report that I swear I did not make any changes to.

14. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.

15. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.

16. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lite than Kay.

17. I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.

18. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.

19. How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear or understand a word they said?

20. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers and sisters!

21. Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.

22. Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.

23. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'd bet everyone can find and push the snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time!

24. The first testicular guard, the "Cup," was used in Hockey in 1874 and the first helmet was used in 1974. That means it only took 100 years for men to realize that their brain is also important.