Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Relationship Analysis

1. Don't plan the plan if you can't follow through
   
   
2. This is perfect for me, so they say
   I guess he's pretty okay
   
   
3. Tell you how, how you make
   Make me feel, what's the phrase
   Like a fool, kind of sick
   Special needs, anyways
   
   
4. The only doom that's looming is you loving me to death
   So please give me a sec to catch my breath

One, Two, Three, FOUR.

That's the number of single men that have contacted me in the last 24 hours. When it rains, it pours, right? Here's a quick recap:

1. I call shenanigans on this one.
2. I suspect this will end badly.
3. I WISH!
4. Really? You're hopeless.

Have fun trying to decipher my code!

Speaking of Awesomeness...

Not only is my little sis the equivalent of 3-4 attractive women when it comes to being a stone-cold fox, she is also AWESOME!

Love you, Caitlin-Landy-Cotton-Candy!

Single life is...

Exhausting! I haven't had a more eventful, more fun or more delicious weekend in a long time. Friday night I had a proper date. Good times were had by all. The food was delicious. Saturday night I watched a movie with friends. Good times were had by all. The food was delicious. Sunday I went to the singles ward in Huntington Beach and stayed for their Thanksgiving break-fast dinner. Good times were had by all. The food was delicious. Afterward I went back to J&J's house for another movie with friends. Good times were had by all. The food was... well, I couldn't bring myself to eat anything more at this point, but I'm sure it was delicious.

This coming week promises to be no less busy, and no less fun. And speaking of fun, yesterday I met an attractive single doctor. HECK. YES.

All those that worship at the throne of Mother's Circus Animal Cookies...

Our prayers have been answered!

Critically Awesome

The preceding image was sent to me by a man that stated that I fall well within the red portion. As he may or may not know, flattery will get you everywhere with me. True story. So, it pretty much goes without saying that I wasted no time scheduling a date for this weekend. Awesome! Also, he said that I am tops. I know, right?!

Oh, and I know you're all wondering -- no, this is not an internet dude. I actually know this fella.

(Not So) Secret Message

That was really uncool, dude. Really. Uncool.

Requirements

A prospective mate must be:

1) Good
2) Cool
3) Attractive
4) Nice
5) Gainfully Employed

All the things that I really want in a dude fall into one of those broad categories. Honestly! For example, being a current temple recommend holder falls under the "good" category. Being interesting and adventurous falls under the "cool" category. Showing affection in tender ways as well as all those thoughtful gifts or gestures fall under the "nice" category. I could go on and on. As far as specifics, if any interweb stalkers are poring over my blog for hints on how to be my ideal fella, well, let me just point you in the direction of this article.

So, tell me ladies and gents, what is/was on your list?

Word.

You have to answer the following questions with one word, one word only...



1. Where is your cell phone? Purse

2. Where is your significant other? Unknown

3. Your hair color? Brown

4. Your mother? Teacher

5. Your father? Engineer

6. Your favorite thing? People

7. Your dream last night? Amazing

8. Your dream/goal? Family

9. The room you're in? Office

10. Your hobby? Fun

11. Your fear? Cats

12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Settled

13. Where were you last night? Friends

14. What you're not? Unemployed

15. One of your wish-list items? Degree

16. Where you grew up? California

17. The last thing you did? Work

18. What are you wearing? Smile

19. Your TV? Awesome!

20. Your pet? None

21. Your computer? Dell

22. Your mood? Happy

23. Missing someone? Embarrassingly

24. Your car? Ho-Cart

25. Something you're not wearing? Ring

26. Favorite store? Target

27. Your summer? Lame-ish

28. Love someone? Lots

29. Your favorite color? Yellow

30. When is the last time you laughed? Now

31. Last time you cried? Unsure

Desperate? Well... you be the judge.

So, I have "resorted" to internet dating. True story! It can only be described as totally diverting, and pure comedy.

Hilariously, I have been contacted by the following men:
1) A man from/currently living in Lima, Peru.

2) A man aged 47 who had this to say: "okay, i know i'm well outside your preferred age range, but i just had to tell you that i think you're adorable!" You know who else thinks I'm adorable? My dad. And he can use the shift key. Just saying.

3) A man aged 43 who had this to say "... I love reading, working out, drives up the coast, Salsa dancing, watch a sunset when I have someone special in my life, movies, fine dining and listening to live Jazz. May I call you? Ciao." Is it just me, or does this individual sound like the most boring/cliche middle-aged single dude ever? I bet he also likes long walks on the beach and cuddling in front of a fireplace. Seriously.

4) An old dude aged 64 that commented "I loved your profile, what do you think of mine?" I think yours shows that you are a 64 year old bald wrinkly dude living in Canada!! Which part of that is supposed to be attractive to me?

5) And, my favorite so far, my profile was viewed by a 70 year old. Maybe he was searching for/trying to reconnect with his grand kids? One can only hope.

Yes! Comedy gold, I tell you! SO WORTH the small fee I paid. My profile has been viewed by over 170 men in addition to those listed above. Not bad for a little over a week. Anyway, there are a few dudes that I would actually consider going out with, but I'm not holding my breath. It was more of a social experiment/distraction while the man that I really want to date is currently unavailable. I don't anticipate renewing my subscription at the end of the month. I'd guess that it can't be as much fun once the novelty has worn off.

The Four Day Rule or The Like-Like Cycle

Days with no contact or un-returned contact via text message, phone call, voice-mail and/or email from a man that I like like.

Day one: Let down. I feel bummed that my current squeeze didn't acknowledge me during any given 24 hour period. I feel especially let down if I contacted the dude with no response.

Day two: Annoyed. By this time, I have likely contacted the man du jour, and he has yet to return my contact. My typical sentiment during hours 25-48 is either "What's the deal, dude?" or "I guess he's probably busy. Hmph."

Day three: Unacceptable. If you are a man that wants to have any sort of relationship with me, going 48-72 hours without contacting me does not bode well. I begin to wonder if he is playing some sort of weird mind game, and start thinking "Thanks for nothing, sucker."

Day four: Over it. Yep, over it. Meaning, after day four (72+ hours without contact), I stop trying. I begin to accept the fact that maybe this man is just not that into me. Day four is a good place to be. Day four is freedom from the mental agonizing. Day four is the enviable "que sera sera" day. Day four is where the confident "his loss" mentality is born. Day four is a day of liberation from the emotional prison where I have been shackled by handcuffs of boy-craziness for the last three days.

And just when I start to feel really good and mentally sound, he'll contact me. Of course he will. And the cycle starts all over again.

Fun image tag

The rules: Answer each of the following questions with a picture from google images. You may only choose a picture from the first page of your google image search.

My age:

Place I've been:

Place I want to visit:

Favorite Place:

Favorite Item:

Favorite Food:

Favorite Color:
Place of Birth:
Current Hobby:

Favorite Memory:

Bad Habit:

What I am currently doing:

Public Service Announcement

KISS ME YOU FOOL!!!

Getting Intimate:How To Give A Goodnight Kiss

You're welcome, Stud.

I'm not crying, it's just been raining on my face.

I'm almost clothes-rentingly upset, dudes. As of today Mother's Circus Animal Cookies are no more. This is one of the first effects of the economic breakdown that has touched me personally. Goodbye, Mother's Circus Animal Cookies. I will mourn your loss, little pink and white sprinkled buddies.

UPDATE!
No news is apparently not good news. No takers for the failed cookie company as of right now. Excuse me, I'll be publicly weeping for the next few weeks.

9.29.08 in pictures

As stated earlier, today it is official.

The lovely Malia sent me flowers. What a great sister!

Here's a close-up of the cards. I personally feel that congratulations are in order.

Now, what to do with this?

Announcement

For the record - I am now single.

Now Accepting Reservations

So, the countdown has now begun in earnest. Only two short (long?) weeks until I'll be hitting the town as an eligible single woman. I don't expect to be on the market long, so I suggest asking me out now.

You have been warned.

Now taking suggestions

I am now accepting suggestions for future craft nights in the Shady Lady Hideaway.

Ready

Set

Comment!

Craft Night II - Real American Heroes

Heroes of Facial Hair mini-book

Happy birthday to one of my real American heroes! Now if only you could be a true hero of facial hair...

She's Crafty.

Friday night was craft night in the Shady Lady Hideaway. Here are a few pictures from my latest exploit, which I believe I will make something of a tradition.

Letters waiting for my craftiness to ensue.

The paint selected for the project.

Painted letters.

Everything drying.

A green star.

The ugly under-belly of my project.

Might.

And here's the finished project. I love the idea of seeing the word "might" as I head out the door. It reminds me that each day holds both power and possibility.

I also added a green star to my New York collection, as an accent piece.

My house just gets cuter and cuter with each and every project. Next up for craft night is a mini-book for my friend's birthday.

I have a fever...

...And the only prescription is more cupcakes!

For additional information on my fair-food crimes, go here.

Earthquake!

There was just a magnitude 5.8 earthquake centered in Chino Hills, CA - about 30 miles from my office. I'm on the second floor, so things up here were rattling a lot - probably more than on the ground floor. I thought briefly about "ducking and covering" but decided to wait it out when it seemed like it wouldn't get too crazy. Once the shaking stopped (probably quaked for about 5-10 seconds total), we all grabbed our little emergency kits and evacuated the building. Notably, I remained calm throughout, though once it was over, my legs did feel a bit like jelly, and I had an increased heart rate. Also notably, one of my coworkers was so intent on calling his family that he disregarded any and all safety precautions and darted in and out of the building trying to locate a working phone. Of course no quaking was happening at this point, but the man seemed a little crazed. Note to self - don't get stranded with this dude in a true emergency.

Apparently...

One post per year is not cutting it for my newly blog-happy family. So here it is, post number 2.

The end.

ps: Obviously, I lead a very exciting life.