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15 Things I complain about but secretly enjoy April 29, 2009

Posted by brandy in confession of the day, don't judge me based on my love for bad music, earning my dork badge, famous people make for good gossip, i complain because I care, I should be sleeping, it makes sense to me, it's almost like a meme, lists, people i like, sigh. i've made a tag for THE HILLS., tequila consequences, the one that nobody reads because of the title, the title says it all, the world according to me, Wednesday nights make me frisky, when I go all Dr. Phil on you, when i say it anyway, you're skimming this one.
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1. 99.89% of the nicknames that have ever been bestowed upon me.

2. Snow.

3. The Hills.

4. Mondays.

5. Coming home after a vacation.

6. Chick flicks.

7. Mornings.

8. Eating vegetables.

9. Christmas shopping.

10. Tequila.

11. Soul Decision.

12. Mud Puddles.

13.  Getting Older.

14. Airplane Food.

15. Dr. Phil.

Waiting April 27, 2009

Posted by brandy in confession of the day, disappointment, family, here is my heart, Josh Lyman needs his own tag, movies, the title says it all, things I don't say outloud, thinking, this is what happens when you listen to a sad song, vague is vogue, when i say it anyway, you're skimming this one.
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I’m waiting for the sun to finally prove to me that Spring is here. I’m waiting for the mocking to begin when I confess I saw this movie last night. I’m waiting for my brother to tell me what he’s already told everyone else. I’m waiting for my feelings to stop hurting. I’m waiting for Victor and Tammy to win The Amazing Race. I’m waiting for someone to tell me I shouldn’t want them to win. I’m waiting for a job offer, a moment of clarity, this dress to go on sale.

I’m waiting for the Next Big Thing. I’m waiting for my fantasy baseball team to stop sucking. I’m waiting for someone to tell me what to do. I’m waiting for someone to realize if I’m waiting for advice, then advice is needed. I’m waiting for that parent to tell her eight year old daughter that she does not have a ‘*weiner’.  I’m waiting for Josh Lyman to break free from the constraints of fiction and show up at my door.  I’m waiting for dinner to be ready, a break from the rain, the right words to find me.

Oh, I am waiting for so many things. But most of all? I’m waiting for a reminder that it gets easier.

What are you waiting for?

(Seriously. I teach a kid who anytime she gets hit in gym class loudly explains that she just got hit in her ‘weiner’. )

“I tell my husband I’m going to the gym & instead go to a pole dancing class.” April 27, 2009

Posted by brandy in the secret project.
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It’s Monday, so you know the drill. Read past Monday (or Sunday!) posts in January, February and March to get caught up. Also remember to keep the secrets coming and let other people know about the project. I thought it was interesting that this week there was TWO submissions (sent within hours of each other) both relating to the Vegas meet up!

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1. I am secretly married.  My family has no idea.  They do not like my husband.  We have a child together.  I have no idea how to break the news to them.  I cannot live this lie anymore….

2. I’ve been having some gynaecological issues the past couple of years. I wouldn’t mind if it turned out I was infertile, because then I would have a valid reason for not ever giving birth to something without being judged for it. The whole pregnancy thing terrifies me.

3. I’m at a point in life where I feel like I have no friends. So many have moved away or simply moved on. I’m lonely for girlfriends, and I wish I remembered how to make them.

4. I’d like to go to the Bloggers in Sin City meetup, but don’t think I’m cool enough.

5. In all my friendships, I am always the better friend. The one who tries harder, gives more, listens longer. Telling someone they need to be a better friend makes me sound like I’m in primary school but I’m exhausted.

6. I read the secret last week about someone admitting they had a blog crush. I have one too. I’m 100% male with a crush on a female blogger and am not sure I should tell her. I wonder if the girl from last week was talking about me?

7. I totally want to go to the blogging meet up in Vegas but I feel like everyone already is friends and I’m the odd man (well, okay woman) out. :(

8. I never masturbate. Ever. I always hear about girls being shy about how much they get off, but unless I’m having actual sex with someone else- it just doesn’t happen. I feel like such a freak for admitting this but I have no idea how to make myself “happy”.

9. I’ve been blogging for six years and my blogroll is out of control. I want to delete it but feel like I will hurt a lot of people’s feelings if I do. And I know someone will tell me that people really won’t care if they are deleted if you explain why- and I have to say (here’s my second secret!!), I’m always sort of bummed out when I’m deleted from someone else’s blogroll so I’m trying to avoid making people feel how I felt.

10. I sometimes buy clothes, wear them (with the tags hidden!) and return them for cash.

I will never be Meg Ryan April 22, 2009

Posted by brandy in and now you might know everything, confession of the day, famous people make for good gossip, here is my heart, it makes sense to me, man I'm such a girl, no i haven't gotten laid, pretty hair makes me happier, right on my sleeve, single girl stories, so sappy it hurts, the last line is my favourite, the one that nobody reads because of the title, things I don't say outloud, this might be why I'm single, Wednesday nights make me frisky.
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It’s taken me 27 years to fully accept this but I’m finally there. I never wanted to be current Meg Ryan (I like the size of my lips just fine), I always had hopes of being Meg Ryan of yesterday. You know, “When Harry Met Sally” Meg Ryan or even better “When You’ve Got Mail” Meg Ryan. When people see her in those movies they throw around words like ‘adorable’ and ‘endearing’ and who doesn’t want to be that? Plus she was the poster girl for how quirky could be sexy. And when you are 5″2, clumsy and don’t own red lipstick? You embrace quirky like a warm blanket on a cold night.

The thing is, Meg Ryan (or more accurately her character- yes, I do blur the lines between fantasy and reality on a regular basis. Perhaps this is why Josh Lyman isn’t returning my calls?), differ in one important area. Okay, if you count the ability to wake up with great hair, we differ in TWO areas.  I will never be a girl who cuddles while sleeping.

See, if you watch any Meg movie (or any movie geared towards those possessing ovaries) you will notice that the classic “couple sleep” pose is man on his back, woman splaying herself all over him, cuddled up like a koala bear clinging to a tree branch. And she’s always fast asleep, her face nuzzled in the perfectly groomed chest hair of a man who manages to pull off the trifecta of being sexy, funny and able to say exactly the right thing before the two hour movie is up.

I can’t do that. I need my space.

It’s not that I’m anti- cuddling, I enjoy a cuddle as much as the next girl- but when it comes to sleep? I need some room. And not “you move one inch over but let’s still hold hands when we sleep” space. I need “stay on your side” sort of space. Legs can tangle, arms can drift- and I actually like the idea of them being close enough that I can feel the warmth of their body near mine but a whole body smashed up against mine while I’m working on getting some REM cycles? No thanks. There are roughly 901 things a couple can do in bed (thanks Cosmo for setting unrealistic expectations for all future bed partners) but sleeping is one that I have to do alone.

I’ve been thinking about this lately and when it comes to actual dating- I’m the same way. I sleep how I love.  I’m all for couple time but I’ve never understood the couples who have to do everything together.  I cringe knowing that this cliche is going to leave my brain but I need space. I need time away, time alone. Maybe this is just growing out of a particular phase or maybe it’s just growing up- realizing independence isn’t a dirty word. But I need a world where I can sleep without being crushed by the weight of you. I’m a small person after all.

I wish just one time Meg Ryan would have told a man she needed some sleeping room. That there’s a fine line between basking in the heat radiating off the one person you adore and feeling the crushing weight of their body while attempting to get sleep after practicing some moves learned in the last issue of Cosmo. I wish Meg would have said she could do a million things with the man she loved but sleep was something she needed to do alone. I wish she would have one time told a man that telling him to shove over to his side didn’t mean she loved him less- it meant she loved him enough to show him this side of her.  I wish she would have said that it’s important to spend time a part- even in bed, because in the morning when you reach across the tangled galaxy of blankets and pillows and find someone on the other side reaching back for you, well that’s the best feeling in the world.

My passive aggressiveness can be devastating April 22, 2009

Posted by brandy in note on a non-scandal, things I don't say outloud.
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If you want me to think that you ARE different, you should probably try to BE different.

“I sometimes feel sad that I don’t have a BIG secret, am I boring or lucky?” April 19, 2009

Posted by brandy in the secret project.
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It’s Monday, so you know the drill. Read past Monday (or Sunday!) posts in January, February and March to get caught up. Also remember to keep the secrets coming and let other people know about the project. Have a good Monday universe!

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1. The last time my (years long) on-again-off-again boyfriend and I broke up I told him “You are a fuck up. You will continue to be a fuck up until you get arrested again or fall off a cliff.” We never spoke again after that. A year and half later he was found dead at the bottom of a cliff. I will never forgive myself for putting that idea in his head.

2. I (while sober) hooked up with my best guy friend the night before I left for Spring Break.  We had talked about it maybe happening before – but I had always used my better judgment up until then.  The scariest part is that I really want it to happen again now.

3. My mom always wished we would date in high school and get married, until I moved out of town. The day I told her I was going to move back home, she got all excited and said I could contact you. The next day I saw you at the local mall. Everyday I wish I had to courage to tell you how I still smile when I see your name on my facebook feed.

4. I use my wife’s concealer if the circles under my eyes are reeeeeally bad.

5. My company is making more personnel cuts and I really hope I’m on the chopping block.  I can’t stand working there but I’m too chicken to quit.

6. I wonder if I should ever tell this one blogger that I have a crush on him. I think the feeling might be mutual, but it’s just not feasible for anything to ever happen between us.

7. With the last guy I dated, my friend dated his best friend at the same time. While my guy and I got along really well,  my friend and his were NOT a good match. He was an asshole to her, and he’s just an asshole in general. Both of the guys ended things with us, but, us all being mutual friends, we all still hang out. I’m finding that I’m attracted to the friend now, even though he’s still an asshole in general, a big manwhore, and not dating material. It sucks that girls are attracted to such guys and I wonder if I’ll ever find a great guy like my ex.

8. Much of the time, I can’t stand my best friend. Some of her actions make me want to scream, others make me want to go cry. I feel like a terrible friend: it’s not her, it’s me–I can’t move past it.

9. Because of a long ago trauma accident, my boyfriend isn’t sure if he’s fertile. I wish he would get tested so I would know if I could stop being on birth control. I’m switching from the pill to the copper IUD, but I’d just rather not be on anything.

10.  I have a better collection of pornography than my boyfriend. He has no idea that I even have a collection.

You know you are a blogger if… April 16, 2009

Posted by brandy in blogs, it makes sense to me, it's almost like a meme, lists, the title says it all.
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1. You know “widget” is a real word. And it doesn’t mean a woman midget. Or I guess I should say, female short person.

2. You know what: “lol”, “ftw”, “btw” and “imho” all mean. And you use them in your tweet. Which reminds me…

3. You probably have a twitter account. And/or a facebook, myspace, tumblr account. (It’s been my experience that bloggers have an insatiable urge to share and will use all mediums possible to accomplish this task).

4. You know how to digg it.

5. You’ve had a dream about meeting Dooce (am I the only one who has done this? I am? Great. I love promoting myself as a creep/stalker on the internet. Moving on..)

6. After getting to work and having a co-worker show you that you have underwear static clung to the outside of your pants, you are briefly mortified but then excited at the new blogging material such an embarassing moment has provided you. FTW!

7.  At some point in your life, you’ve thought about writing a book. Or at the very least have thrown out the idea of giving up your office job so you can dedicate your life to freelance work.

8. While other people sing in the shower, you use that time to think of things to write about. Ditto for anytime you are stuck in traffic. Or are listening to people talk about their new babies. (Just kidding. OR AM I?)

9. You’ve lost sleep over comments. Do you comment back in the post? Or email? Do you reply to every comment or just the ones where people ask questions or not at all? Do you keep comments open? Moderate? Close?

10. You know ‘meme’ isn’t just something singers say during warm ups. And not only have you done a meme, you’ve later complained about how much you hate them. But deep down you secretly love them. (Oh wait, is that just me again? Yeah. I think it is).

What did I miss?

In which I introduce you to my love of writing manifestos April 15, 2009

Posted by brandy in adventure, and now you might know everything, Andrea should move back to Canada, confession of the day, genius, i like scotch & table dancing, I'm a lady. I'm a tramp., if you're shallow and you know it clap your hands!, it makes sense to me, it seemed like a good idea at the time..., it's a long one (twss), man I'm such a girl, right on my sleeve, single girl stories, this might be why I'm single, Wednesday nights make me frisky, what i found when i went looking, when i say it anyway, you're skimming this one.
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I’ve mentioned in the past that before I realized that a person could just randomly write stuff for the internet to read, I was big on mass emailing my every thought to everyone on my email list. This included my manifestos. That’s right. Every summer, I would write a summer manifesto detailing what exactly I wanted to accomplish that summer. And I did it without wearing a potato sack or complaining about capitalism.

I was re-reading one of them and decided it was too ridiculous brilliant to not share. So here (in part) is my Summer 2004 Manifesto. I’m still in awe that my friends still open emails from me after the years I flooded their inboxes with stuff like this.

Title: The Summer 2004 Manifesto

And in the end it is not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.” – Abraham Lincoln

MANTRA: ” All good things are wild and free“- Henry David Thoreau. So, I realize goddesses such as ourselves cannot, and should not be classified as ‘things’, but the idea behind sweet Henry’s message is clear. The best in life is untamed- like us after the third case of beer has been consumed. Great, now we sound like savages. Moving on…

There is no good girls gone wrong, just bad girls found out” – Mae West. Okay, so it’s not like we are bad girls, or at least bad girls Mae West style, but I thought that this was a fun quote for the summer. I do not condone stealing, listening to Fleetwood Mac while wearing gauzy clothing, eating low fat oreos, hitting elderly people (unless they are asking for it) or throwing out recyclable materials, but other than that I am open to new ideas.

QUOTE:” I don’t judge others. I say if you feel good with what you’re doing, let your freak flag fly.” -Sarah Jessica Parker In an era of deep thoughts, big changes, text book finals and 3 hour conversations centered on boys who usually never deserve it- (also often termed “train wreck bastards”) I thought this quote by SJP should be the staple of our summer. Something that doesn’t dictate our actions but gives us a guideline on how to further our actions to make us most happy. Brilliant. It doesn’t have the move star appeal of Mae West, or the insight of Thoreau, but it hits the spot doesn’t it? It’s what we have always been about regardless of whether we’ve ever really realized it.

OBJECTIVES: Here are some of the objectives that I feel the summer of 2004 should try to ascertain.

1. To treat each day as an opportunity to showcase all the pretty shoes we can possibly buy with our meager salaries.

2. To define a new ‘that girl’, working towards being the ‘that girl’ that everyone looks at not because she is wearing the lowest jeans, the shortest skirt or the highest heels- but because she is laughing the loudest and wearing the biggest smile. It sounds cliche but I would much rather be the girl that is having the most fun rather than being the girl who is wearing the nicest clothes or showing off the most impressive rack (but let’s face it, my rack is impressive). If we do always dress above the average of everyone else, that is a bonus ( a huge bonus that I like to think of as often as Hugh Grant shirtless) but this summer if people start staring our way, it should be because we are so much freaking fun. Besides, everyones clothes look the same when they are puking in the alley.

3.   To ride in a hot air balloon drinking lemonade. Or watch others ride in a hot air balloon while we drink lemonade and scowl at all those who own their own hot air balloons. Or just drink lemonade and think about hot air balloons. Or just drink lemonade.

4. “Man being reasonable must get drunk; The best of life is but intoxication; Glory, the grape, love, gold- in these are sunk- The hopes of all men and of every nation“- Lord Byron. So it’s not like I think we should be wasted every day (that was a clear objective in the manifesto of 2002) but I do think that we should do it up (or “get lit” as webster.com says) at least a few times in classic “us” style (classic us style for the record, involves flip flops, easy rock music and drinking beer/tequila while the sun shines from above). I mean, if Lord Byron, an amazing poet and a man died fighting in a war for freedom feels that it’s the RESPONSIBILITY of good people to have a swig of the ale, WHO ARE WE TO DISAGREE? I also think an object for the summer is to refer to all alcohol only as “the grape” (preferably while we lounge around our Paris flat talking about socialism and Matisse).

5. To realize that “to err is human, but it feels divine“- Mae West. We are only young once ladies. It’s the time in our life where we get to be selfish, to make the mistakes we know are wrong but often feel so damn good. We are only youthful, brilliant, vibrant girls once and it’s our privilege.. no it’s our duty to treat this time right and not take it for granted. This means no laying about complaining that we have nothing to do, no sitting inside watching Will and Grace re-runs on a Friday night because we can’t think of anywhere else to apply our energies every second we do that is a second we lose this summer. I am not for scheduling out our entire summer with power point itineraries- I just feel that we need to make a conscious effort to realize that we only get this summer once……

Annnnnd scene. Seriously though, it goes on and on and on… I detail planned activities I food I wanted to try, people I wanted to meet, places I wanted to visit. It’s really a feat that I was able to continue to find a quote to go with every. single. I. ever. had. Ever.

The truth is, we did about a third of what I said I wanted to do. But when I look back on the photos of my 27 years of life, it’s the photos of these summers, the ones built up by manifestos with the heavy emphasis on fun and carefree indulgences that show me at my happiest. Maybe they weren’t so ridiculous after all.

Now I Know… (aka Peter sucks) April 14, 2009

Posted by brandy in AHHHHHHHHHHH!, competition makes me crazy, disappointment, i am slowly going crazy, is it weird this makes me cry?, it happened this week, it's all lies, stuff like this makes me want to quit, the last line is my favourite, the title says it all.
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I thought I knew what it was to be a woman…

I thought that I understood passion and desire.

And then I met Peter

He changed me on a very basic, but profound, level.

He taught me to believe and to dream.

He’s ruined me for all other men.  FOREVER.

For my part, I’ve memorized all 700ish of his blog posts.  I sleep
with his book under my pillow.  And I’ve created a paper-mâché version
of Peter that I occasionally dance with at night.

Peter is all that is good and wonderful in the world.

But of all the things I love about Peter – and there are MANY – my
favourite has to be…

If he wins a bet on a Scrabble game on Facebook, he’ll make you put up the blog post he wrote for you.

The $100 Milllion Dollar Question April 14, 2009

Posted by brandy in 1/2 funny 1/2 serious 100% important, conversation of the day, don't judge me based on my love for bad music, i can't believe i have a football tag, i love fragment sentences, I'm yoda. Everyone else is a grasshopper, my passive aggressiveness is devastating, oh look! i have opinions., seriously, sports, the title says it all, what the hell.
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So a friend and I were discussing sports and he casually mentioned that some football player signed a $100 million dollar contract.

And then my head exploded.

After the grey matter was wiped off the wall, I proceeded to rant, rave and foam at the mouth like a girl with a wild case of rabies at the ridiculousness of ANYONE getting paid $100 million dollars to do ANYTHING.

Of course, my friend disagreed. He explained that football players have unique skills, they have a job that doesn’t allow them to play for many years (those pesky head injuries), they must commit their lives to football.

We were at a stand off. We remedied the situation by changing the topic ( a favourite tool often employed by people who disagree) and collectively exhaled realizing we had avoided a huge fight that would have centered around the concept of $100 million dollars and a football player who has a name I can’t remember.

So, I ask you dear readers to settle the score. Is a football player worth a $100 million contract? Why or why not? And if a football player isn’t worth that much, who is?

(For the record, I have to confess- if I had the greenbacks, I would sign George Clooney to a $100  million dollar contract where he would be contractually obligated to feed me grapes, braid my hair and sing “Back for Good” every single day of his life. And yes, I said “greenbacks”. Welcome to 1998!)

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