13 Going on 30

As I was driving today, I stumbled upon a question...am I 13 Going on 30? Am I a woman, a girl, or a strange mix of a woman-child? I have recently become obsessed with the Twilight Saga, a series of books intended for teenagers. Pink and purple are two of my favorite colors, and if I could put hearts over my i's at work, I would. When I stood in line for 3 hours to vote last month, I noticed that I was dressed the same as the 18 year old girl standing in line in front of me. We both had on a fleece jacket, jeans, and Uggs tucked into our jeans. We also like the same TV shows and shop at the same stores. I love it when my coworkers' teenage daughters come into the office because we can chat about fashion, the latest song, and what happened last week on Gossip Girl. Did I miss the bridge to adulthood, or am I just stuck in a carefree time of my life refusing to grow up?

Truth be told I don't really like being an adult. I would rather spend my hard-earned money on clothes, books, food, and other assorted items that are not necessities. I like staying up late and sleeping in. I like giggling, singing and dancing in public places, and eating candy/dessert as a meal. For Thanksgiving dinner I had pizza and a cupcake. I did have wine, my one adult behavior. I became a professional drinker in high school and have retained the title ever since then. The more I think about it, the more I realize that I was very mature when I was younger. I always had older friends and had extremely specific career goals all throughout high school and college. I suppose the older I get, the more I see that I don't like. I don't like to pay bills, I don't like having a full-time office job, and I certainly don't like to sit still and be quiet. I do like having no one watching my every move and being able to eat cupcakes for supper. So, perhaps I have the best of both worlds...I can be a responsible adult when I need to and still skip through life with my arms stretched out and a smile on my face. For now, I love being 13 going on 30.

Lions, and Tigers, and Bears...OH MY!!!

Lions, and tigers, and bears, OH MY!!! I have pondered this topic for some time now and have finally decided to write about it. Why do people have mounds of stuffed animals in the back window of their car? I see this all day long as I drive around town. Civics with a tough looking driver piled high with cheetahs, leopards, and bears. Acuras with spinning rims stuffed to the brim with bears, elephants, and giraffes. Why is this? Are the animals protecting you? Do you collect stuffed animals? If so, why not keep them at home? At first, I thought maybe these were for kids to play with. WRONG...no kids in site. These animals are clearly being held hostage in adult's cars. Like I said these are people who look menacing; yet, their back windows are filled with an assortment of lions, and tigers, and bears...OH MY!!! Perhaps, having a collection of stuffed animals displayed in the back of your car is some sort of status symbol. The more you have, the tougher you are. I am curious as to how people see out of their car when there are so many animals piled in the back window...this could account for the number of accidents along Atlanta roads every day. I thought this was possibly just an Atlanta thing, but I saw this quite frequently when I lived in Charleston. I just want to know why.

Unsolved Mystery #1

Why is it that we get SO excited when a movie we own is on TV? I can't explain the thrill I get when I turn on the TV only to find out that a movie I own and love is playing that day. Why is this? I could just as easily watch the DVD and play/pause/stop at my leisure. Yet, it seems to be much more exciting when one of my movies is on TV. Why is this? We even go as far as sitting down in the middle of a movie when it is on TV instead of playing the DVD from the beginning. It is not just movies either...I constantly watch reruns of Sex and the City on TV even though I own every season. It is quite sick if you ask me.

The other night I came home from dinner with friends (thank you Nuevo Laredo for being nothing short of sensational and for providing me with the BEST Mexican food in all of Atlanta) only to find out that Love Actually was playing. It was my lucky night!!! One of my favorite holiday movies that I watch at least once a month was on TV. BRAVO even played it twice in a row in case I missed the beginning...which I did but made sure to stay up until 1:00 AM, so I could see it. What is wrong with me? To make sure I had not completely lost my mind (this is an ongoing issue), I asked one of my friends about this topic. Sure enough she too also gets extremely excited when a movie she owns is playing on TV. She has nearly every movie ever made, so this happens quite often for her. She even watched Love Actually the same night I did.

I am now wondering if this is a girl thing, or if men do this too. Do you jump for joy when The Godfather is on? Do you feel lucky when The Sopranos is on yet again? Or, are we all just lazy and would prefer to surf the channels with our fingers crossed hoping that our favorite show or movie is on instead of getting up to put the DVD in?

Bienvenue to my blog!

Welcome to my blog! As an effort to release some of the creative energy that remains bottled up inside of me, I have decided to start a blog. If you enjoy my writing, fantastic! If not, that's okay too because I am doing this for myself. A LOT of crazy stuff goes on in my life, and it is about time that I start writing about it. I will be writing about anything and everything...religion to politics to celebrity dirt. I hope you enjoy my words. May you find your own outlet to be inspired.