Monday, October 17, 2011

Remember when we used to blog?

It was a fun time, but it's not so much fun being single. If you asked a girl what show was a super supporter for the single lady, Sex and the City would undoubtedly come to mind, and I love Carrie and the gang (I'm a Charlotte) just as much as any 24-year-old. But, in the end, three of them get married and an entire movie is devoted to two marriages and the dissolution of a long-term relationship. It became less and less okay for any of these strong, independent NYC characters to be single, and as we grow older the pressure becomes more palpable. Luckily, my two older siblings aren't married, so I'm not even on my parent's radar. Others, not so lucky. To all of you who are getting the third degree or the poor, unfortunate souls (Little Mermaid) looks from your loved ones, pull a Samantha and tell them to suck it. I will.

Friday, July 22, 2011

'Tis the season

Wedding fever is sweeping my beloveds! And the only prescription? Crafting... of course. I have been a busy bee! Behold...

Bridal Shower invites...

And something for the girl of the hour...

So much fun to be able to help out the loved ones.

Friday, April 29, 2011

Meeting the Family

This is the ever so dreaded event that I avoid when in a relationship. I had a bad experience in my younger years in which my boyfriend announced at the first meeting of my grandparents that his family is part of an elusive mafia crime family, and therefore under witness protection. I've been haunted by it ever since and therefore put off 'meeting the family' until I absolutely have to.
Recent circumstances made the meeting of BOTH families inevitable. Although there was no lack of trying to put it off on my end. My mom gradually convinced me over the last few weeks to have him come to Easter dinner. After much thought, I realized it would probably be a good idea to get it over with before I bring him as my date to my brothers wedding in June. So I gave in.
After prepping Drummer Boy (that name is awful, I really should think of something else) for what he was about to walk into, the day seemed to go rather swimmingly. The biggest surprise was how chatty my younger sister was with him! She’s quite the introvert and hardly socializes at these sorts of gatherings. But they were chatting away! For Grandpa, Im pretty sure it was love at first sight when he got handed a bottle of Johnny Walker Black. He loves a good drinking partner. I was most worried about dad, but he surprisingly was the most easy going of everyone! So to sum it up, SUCCESS!
Now, this weekend, on to part deux. HIS family is coming out to visit. And I have a full day with them at Disneyland. Im not really nervous. I mean, were going to be at the happiest place on earth after all. Wish me luck! I’ll report back!

n other relationship news, you may have heard there was a Royal Wedding today….


Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Sex and the City

An homage to our namesake.

For all the ladies out there, E! (the home of such horribles as the Kardashians and their numerous spin-offs) has begun showing Sex and the City. I had a significant break from the show since it was in syndication on TBS, but I just switched it on and it was the infamous "Post-It" episode. For those of you who are drawing a blank, this is the episode after Burger breaks up with Carrie on a Post-It note and writes, "I'm sorry. I can't. Don't hate me". While I can't say that I have ever contemplated a break-up via stationary, I can say that I have wanted to say those exact same words. Because sometimes you just can't give them what they want or need and you never want them to hate you. It just happens sometimes, and you have to admit it to yourself.

On a lighter NOTE, here's Carrie's amazing tirade to his friends:

Monday, January 10, 2011

Carl Kirk

I just got hit on by someone who works at Carl's Jr. That cannot be a good sign. I got some In 'n' Out on my way home from work. T'was delicious as always! But the inevitable happened... I spilled spread all over my pants and needed to wipe them off PDQ, to avoid the stain that was sure to occur. I made a decision; one that will haunt me indefinitely. I pulled in to the CJ's parking lot (my first mistake was thinking you could get cleaner by going in a Carl's Jr). I walked into the bathroom, but before I got there I felt really guilty because I was going to use their restroom without buying anything. So I made my like 8th mistake of this story. I ordered a shake, to ease my conscience. And then... the 19th inevitable thing happened...

The guy, named "KIRK" (via his name tag), hit on my stained ass.