Hardheaded Woman

I used to think that I wasn't stubborn. That I was a perfectly logical and reasonable girl. However, within the past year I've come to realize a few self-truths about myself that are in direct conflict with that whole "I'm logical" statement.

If someone tells me what to do, chances are that I'm going to do the opposite. Not really a good thing 'cause sometimes those things they're telling me not to do are things that I really shouldn't be doing. For example, smoking (which I only had a very short rendezvous with and learned that lesson the hard way). Part of that, to be honest, was that the people telling me not to smoke were the people who did smoke and if there is one thing that I can't stand it's duplicity &/or hypocrisy. I sure showed them. Life lesson #349. Smoking a pack of menthols in one night does not equal good things.

Another side of the stubbornness comes into play when someone finds it in their nice, lovely heart to explain something that I don't know how to do or something I don't know. I'll wave them off with a, 'Yeah, I know' or 'I've got it'. I want to figure things out for myself whether that be a life lesson (like smoking is bad, mmm kay?) or a "How-To" on something like creating a website or putting together a piece of furniture. To my credit I usually do figure it out on my own but...again, the whole reasonable thing is missing. It'd be quicker and easier for me to just take their help but...no.

So, a piece of advice for those who read this little blog...don't ever tell me what to do if you actually want me to do it. I'm not sure if it's the Italian or the Irish in me but either way, this little lady is as stubborn as an ass. You've been forewarned.

Sage Advice

After getting yelled at today in an Osh Supply Store by an over zealous young man, my mother looked at me and said...

"Well, if you didn't wear boob shirts then you wouldn't get yelled at. Don't wear that shirt when you go out tonight."

Thanks, Mom.

You know these sweater puppies are your fault anyway.

And for the record...turtlenecks don't help. So. At least I tried.

Thank You, Me

Sometimes I do myself favors without really realizing it.

I threw out the last of the chocolate cake last night.

Thank God.

It's True Love

And it's not with a boy.

Pandora. I adore it. I don't know what took me so long to jump on the bandwagon but...I'm a believer now.

Top three station addictions:
1. Jack Johnson
2. Elvis Presley
3. Justin Timberlake

No one can ever say that I don't have eclectic taste in music. So suck it. I'm gonna go back to my music now...

Best Darn Horoscope Ever

"If you were a lollipop, which flavor would you be? Somebody's favorite, for sure."

It's not life altering or especially poignant but damn, that just may be the happiest little horoscope ever.

Los Angeles...I like you.

Top ten highlights from my trip to L.A.:

1. Losing the boys while out and about. Did they ditch us? Oh, no. They got arrested for jaywalking. And guess who had the keys to my car? And also guess who was the designated driver? Irony! Three hours later we figure out that the only possible place they could be is jail aaaaannnddd...we were right.

2. Ripping my favorite pair of jeans all the way up the front of my crotch (I hate that word, by the by). Awesome. However, Kelly and I turned the situation around. We came up with a marketing plan to sell these jeans. They could be the Mullet Jeans. Party in the front and business in the back! The 80's are back, right? I'm taking orders now...

3. Dim-dimmer, Batch and Faggot! (Note: Faggott was being yelled at only hot chicks. Nothing offensive. It's really amazing that this isn't why they were arrested.)

4. Sinus infection from hell

5. Driving circles around Disneyland whilst trying to find the parking lot. How many blondes does it take? Apparently, more than 3.

6. Jello shots from a plastic syringe. Not good.

7. Getty Museum and Santa Monica with the boy.

8. L.A. Kings hockey game. Not one fist fight! Can you believe it? I want my money back! Oh wait. Free tickets. Well, shoot.

9. "I can't find my pants", says a certain friend of mine. Sometimes Jameson makes it hard to find articles of clothing. It just happens, okay? Stop judging.

10. Finding that I actually kind of like the L.A. area. Uh-oh...

Now back to real life. Which may or may not include some plans for a change...