30 posts in 30 days. NaBloPoMo for November. I own it.
I’m so high-fiving myself right now.
Monthly Archive for November, 2008
I’ve been following Matt Logelin’s blog for about six months now, and every time I click his link my heart sinks. I am overwhelmed by not only this man’s strength, but by his dedication and love for his daughter and his ability to rise to the occasion and be the best father he knows how to be. Only he doesn’t know how to be anything at this point. He is torn between losing one love of his life and gaining another, all in the course of two days. Two days that forever live in his memory as both the worst day and the best day ever.
It’s both humbling and inspiring to read his words, and I will let them do their own justice. I felt though, at the opening of the usually crazy shopping season, that maybe some people would be looking to possibly make a difference in other people’s lives instead of the usual retail insanity that takes place, and stories like Matt’s really tears at my heart strings. And if you don’t want to give directly to Matt and Madeline (why wouldn’t you?) he’s set up his own charity to help families faced with similar situations.
This holiday season is different from any that most of us have experienced in a lifetime. I wonder if in twenty years, when I look back, what will stick with me most: the gift certificate I got to spend at Sephora or the knowledge that $20 went to a little girl’s first Christmas. Did she have a Merry Christmas? I hope so. And I hope that maybe I had a little something to do with it.
If you are interested in learning more about Matt or Madeline, or their charity, go here.
Be thankful, and happy holidays.
I do. The scarier the better. I haven’t seen a good scary movie in a long time, until tonight. Until “The Strangers.”
Aside from being stranded in the middle of the ocean as shark bait, this scenario is my worst nightmare. Home alone in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere, and a crazy lunatic is banging down the door? Thanks, but no. I’m out. Under the bed, hiding in the attic, the woods, whatever. But, of course, this movie is full of hysterical people barreling directly towards the danger. I found myself tightening my fists throughout the whole movie. While I will admit the buildup left a little to be desired, I thoroughly enjoyed this flick, and if you are in the mood for a good scary movie, give this one a shot.
Check out the trailer (I love trailers!):
It’s my blog’s first Thanksgiving!! I hope yours was as great as mine!
It’s so nice to be with family and laugh harder than usual. I love it! Tomorrow I will have a real post for you, but tonight I am in my tryptophan coma and I can’t pull it together to be witty.
Love you all, Happy Thanksgiving!
You don’t.
Happy Thanksgiving y’all. I hope you get to have some yummy turkey (wish mine was fried)!
PS – Mamba totally sucks at Fantasy Football….or does she?
OK, so this isn’t a “serious” music byte. It’s more like the next YouTube Sensation!! I recently saw this on Katy Perry’s blog, and wouldn’t you know that there are tons more videos just like this? I mean, Gem Sweater? Holy cow. My mom totally had a collection of Gem Sweaters which she would try her damndest to hand down to me. I can’t tell you how many conversations went like this:
Mom: “But there’s nothing wrong with these gem sweaters!!!”
Mamba: “Yea, except they are totally fugly!”
Mom: “You’re so unappreciative!”
I wonder if she would feel the same if I asked her to take them back after all these years. Probably not.
I’ve embedded this particular video just so you can have a bit of an introduction. Please feel free to browse the archives of her YouTube channel for more goodies.
I think I just may have found my Halloween costume for next year.
Oh, and I think I’ve found a serious contender for Blurb’s “Biggest Glasses” Champion. Leslie’s even got variety.
NERD ALERT!
I’m totally about to drop some astrology knowledge on your asses. I’m no fortune teller, nor am I a tarot card or palm reader or any of that shit. I’m not trying to get you to join any cult or anything. My ears perked up though when I overheard someone discussing their “Saturn Return” and I can honestly say I related to the conversation. I googled a bunch of keywords did some research, and the only reason I am sharing is because I am so there right now, and I’m hoping I’m not alone. So why not ask the internets? They’ll be honest, right?
I feel it necessary to point out that I am a Libra. Libras are also known as the Scales of Balance, basically meaning that we fucking hate it when there is conflict and imbalance in our lives. Our sign is also the only inaminate object of the Zodiac signs, meaning we are neither human nor animal, but dammit! things need to be in order. Anywho….
Apparently somewhere around every 29.5 years the planet Saturn orbits the sun, returning to the same place in the galaxy as when you were born. This happens between the ages of 27-30, 58-60, and 86-88. Did I tell you all I just turned 30? Yea. The “return of Saturn,” as it is called, brings with it an awful mix of challenge, significance, fear, reflection, doubt, prestige, hard lessons, order, confusion, and accomplishment. I mean, seriously? This is a Libra’s nightmare. This is my nightmare, and it’s happening.
Saturn comes to tell you whether or not you’re on the right path in life. If you’re not, Saturn will nag you until you realize you need to change it up. If you are, Saturn will encourage you to stay on the same path.
Need some proof?
Vincent Van Gogh, at age 30, decided to become a painter instead of a minister. Bill Rodgers marked the first of three consecutive Boston Marathon wins, and made the 1976 Olympic running team, all during the course of his Saturn Return.
The U.S. Census Bureau names its peak divorce years at 28-30. You all belong to Facebook, I’m sure most of your childhood friends (and probably you!) are married, having babies, buying houses, the whole nine. (Just want to say – Love you! Better you than me!) Some might be ending those commitments. Some might just be questioning them. So goes the Saturn Return.
One of my all-time faves, No Doubt, released an album entitled “Return of Saturn” around the same time Ms. Gwen Stefani turned 29. The song “New” in my opinion is in direct relation to her return of Saturn, as can be found in the lyrics. Need to read them? Here.
Another total girl crush of mine, Drew Barrymore, attributes her return of Saturn to the changes in her life on her infamous appearance on David Letterman. Yes, that episode. Where she flashed her tits. Don’t remember? Let me refresh:
Ummm, can anyone say “parallel?”
So this is where I’m at. A total crossroads. Life (and Saturn) has decided to give me the ultimate mid-term exam. Where am I now? Where do I want to go? Am I on the path I’m supposed to be?
What the hell kinds of questions are these and who has the damn answers?? I’ve never passed a test without taking a look at the answer code! It’s not fair! I hate school!
I guess that’s the whole point. Grow the fuck up kid and take a long hard look at where you’re at. Where do you want to go? Who do you want to end up being? Saturn is here to kick your ass into high gear, to show you what you’re made of and show you how to get it. If you listen, awesome. If not, you’ll have another chance in about 29.5 years. But that’s a lot of time to waste.
Just sayin.
I feel like I can’t watch TV or go on the internet lately without seeing something pop up about the new movie Twilight. Can’t we all get a chance to read the book first, though? What did they make this movie in like, five minutes? Because just as I started to hear the buzz about the books, POOF! There’s a movie coming out. At least the Harry Potter series gave us a couple of years before we got to see the film version. Either way, I now have a copy of Twilight which I will start reading tomorrow, and I’m hoping that I can stay away from any potential spoilers long enough to finish it. It really ruins the fun of reading a book of you already know what happens.
