Losing touch

I spent a few minutes on Facebook today and I estimate that I have "lost touch" with probably 85% of those people who are my "friends." Some don't count because I worked on one project with them for one class freshmen year. Some don't count because they were a grade or two behind/ahead of me in high school and we're only friends because we had band together for a year. But that still leaves a lot of people I have forgotten or who have forgotten about me.

I'm not complaining or super sad that some of these people have only been passersby, but there are a lot of good people I'm missing out on or who are missing out on me (ha ha ha). I kind of feel like I live in a Florida-induced bubble. It's Blake and me and that's great, don't get me wrong. We're both very much about each other, and there is NO ONE I would rather spend day after day with. But all of our friends are other places. Other states, other countries, just... gone. With the internet, wouldn't you think we would keep in touch? But I think it's exactly the opposite. It's so easy to keep in touch that we just don't because technically, we can do it whenever we want... so we put it off for ten years.

You know, maybe it's not so bad to lose touch with people. That 25% that I'm still in contact with... they're awesome. Maybe it's taken me this long to weed out who my real friends are... maybe I'm just to lazy to get in touch with old friends.

Duke it out

A week and a few people, and it will all be over. I don't mean that in a universal doomsday sense (it will all be over soon muahahahaha), but rather with a sigh or relief.

It's been interesting living in Florida for this election. I'm from New York State where no one campaigns too hard because well, we're pretty much a sure thing. Now, Florida on the other hand, well, Florida is one of the most popular girls at the dance. And everyone wants to dance with Florida and woo Florida and la di da di da. So every day, every commercial break is filled with ominous voices, "John McCain says this?" "Barrack Obama says this?" "Florida just can't afford John McCain." "Obama isn't experienced enough." and on and on and on it goes. Frankly, it's hard to watch TV anymore. As someone who has made it a point to try to educate herself on the election, I am sick of the tripe these political ads force-feed Floridians.

So I'm excited for the election because I'm sick of hearing about it. I already voted so get off my back.

A Big, Fat Sigh

I'm tired of being angry... about the economy, the election, the candidates... about all of the depressing news stories that feed off people's fears, sensationalizing the "end of the world" mentality instead of giving people hope for the future. Yes, it's true, America is kind of in the crapper right now. But I am an optimist. Things are surely not so bad that the only thing we can focus on is the nastiness we face. So...

There is a lot of value in seemingly 'stupid' articles, polls and relationship advice columns. I read them. Do I really care about an article on having good manners or reupholstering your office chair? Well, no. But I read them because they help me focus. Note: I did not say 'escape' I said focus. It's easy to lose focus and drown in all of the murky sadness.

So, in the spirit of lightening things up, I will first direct you to Cute Overload!, a regular haunt for several years now. I know people who think that the time I spend on this site is time wasted. But no, 'tis not true I say! It makes me smile. It makes me laugh.

Here is a list of things I am happy about today:
-I made awesome rice for lunch. It was super tasty and didn't need any extra salt or butter and therefore, was good for me too.
-It's nice and cool outside. There is a really great breeze blowing through my bedroom window.
-I did two loads of laundry today. I love freshly washed clothes and sheets.
-Dinner will be yummy tonight. Baked spaghetti. Deceivingly simple and completely delicious.
-Blake will be home soon and we will have the rest of the day, just the two of us. As always, lots of laughter and kisses will ensue.
-I downloaded the new Ben Folds album and I really like it... it's very... Ben Folds.
-I am going to buy Halloween candy today or tomorrow and c'mon, who doesn't like candy?

That's all for now. Be off with you... and smile!

Florida in the fall

Can we talk for a second? Good. I'm sitting on the couch (you know the ones...) and I've been going over my blog. I haven't blogged in a long time. I have little things to say, just not big things, things I can write posts about. My husband is sitting close to me (really close) and he's watching the Speed channel. Not Keanu Reeves, but the channel about racing and cars and... man things I guess. idk.

Next topic.

I can't wait for trick or treating here at the apartment complex. Kids+Costumes=cuteness. Our apartment is kind of on the back side of one of the buildings so we're not really at the epicenter of candy goodness. But who knows? When there are kids and free candy involved, you can't make educated guesses. I'm excited. Either I get to see kids dressed up all cute and stuff or I get to eat a lot of candy. WIN WIN

Marriage isn't a competition

NOTE: This is an old post, from an old blog. I'm moving it here. (Thursday, Aug. 7 2008)

I'll admit it. When we were invited to have dinner and a chat with our friends, part of the appeal was the opportunity to see how they were doing it. Being newlyweds, I mean. I know how I handle it . . . make it up as I go along. But Adam and Sharon have plans. Not like my plan, which is to pick up dinner at Waterbury Wings tonight. No, like 'buying a house' plans. They're already house hunting.

My husband and I play rock, paper, scissors over the Xbox 360.

House hunting. Video games. House hunting. Video games.

To each their own.

But we four are alike in other ways. Like... only getting married once, which sounds a lot easier than it is, but is worth it in the end. Also, we all agreed that getting married is better than going to parties every night. Old before our time perhaps. It is occassionally lots of fun to get liquored up and bring down your barriers. But I've got to tell you... it's a lot more fun with my husband around. He knows what I'm like sober so it's extra entertaining for both of us when I'm not. Plus, I wake up with him next to me, which means two things, 1) I am happy and 2) I am still venereal-disease free.

The Backseat Boogie

Let's talk about this article. It's full of helpful tips on how to have sex in a car. First of all, half of her tips are about making it seem like you're not having sex in a car. So why bother?

Second of all, and most importantly, this is sex in a car we're talking about. I'm guessing a classic Mustang, Impala, or Thunderbird and not a Prius. Sex in a classic car does sound kind of sexy, but the idea of a big stain in the back of a Toyota Camry is just gross.

I'm putting out my own helpful tips.

1. You must have a sexy car. Though sex in a mini-van may be more convenient, it's still a mini-van. About a year or so after we started dating, my husband drove a big, white mini-van. He took it with him to college his sophomore year. And his friends still make fun of him.
2. You must be sexy. Because no one wants to think of two ugly people going at it.
3. It must be night and it must be raining. Because it just must be.
4. Make an appointment with a car detailer before the deed. Two words my friends, stains and odor. You know that the next week, your boss's car will break down and he will be like, "You, insignificant peon over there, I have a lunch meeting with the CEO of Big Global Conglomerate Inc. Co. You will drive me!" And you will be like, "um... shit."
5. Bring a bottle of water and Excedrin. Especially for the ladies, because you will cramp in places where you thought there was no muscle. Think about clowns in a clown car. Now picture those clowns trying to do the Macarena. Ouch.
   
   And most importantly...........
   
6. Do Not have sex in a car. Don't you remember what it was like in high school, trying to just make out in a car? You were worried about getting busted all the time. Something was always jabbing you in the hip/arm/torso/everywhere else. It was impossible to find a safe spot to park.
   Okay, so doing it in the bed is old news. Try the kitchen or the living room or the shower. Spend the night in a nice hotel. But, for the love of God, don't come crying to me when you try to have sex in a car and you come out looking like Quasimodo with a $2000 fine and a court date.

It's just you... and me

Ryan moved out today. It's just me and Blake . Like a married couple... oh wait, we are a married couple. This is the second place we've lived together and the first time we're alone. It kind of felt like moving in again. Out of storage came decorative things, utilitarian things, things we didn't need because Ryan brought one. I rearranged the cupboards, pantry and drawers. It was therapeutic, as organizing usually is for me.

Last night Blake and I stayed up until 2 in the morning watching "The Fly" and it was... horrific. He'd never seen it before and I had never wanted to see it again. Basically, Jeff Goldblum (the old, better-looking one, not the new, kind of weird one) turns into a fly, Brundlefly. He looks like a grotesque mess until he cocoons and bursts out of his human body and literally looks like a big-ass fly. Trust me, it's gross. The kind of imagery that stays with you for a long, long time. Blake kept going "bzzzzt" to me and he told me he thought that the fly was standing in the corner of our room. HaHaHa. NOT funny. I am easily frightened. So I didn't get to sleep for another 30 minutes. Good thing for him I'm a good sport. I'm not the type of wife to spit in his food.