At work I have been writing about Social Norms. For some reason, I get gleeful looking up disrupting social norms. Like the video where the girl wears a prom dress to work out. It’s sociology at it’s finest.
I don’t think I run around breaking norms all the time. I stand the correct way in the elevator and eat turkey on Thanksgiving. I merge the Jersey way. I follow the norms pretty damn well.
Then, I start to think. Wait… I am single and the norm dictates I should be coupled or actively looking. I should be lonely.
I told my mom, “I think I am happier being single.”
“It’s just because you haven’t found the right man yet.”
This isn’t the first time I have heard this line. I don’t want kids, have never wanted my own kids. I have always been open to this fact. You know what I get told?
Yup. “It’s just because you haven’t found the right man yet.” Yes, I am going to meet someone who is going to give me a complete personality transplant so I can be in the norm!
Single Woman social norms:
- Always be on the lookout for a potential mate. He could be your best friend’s husband’s cousin or some random dude behind a bush.
- Hear your biological clock tick. Personally, I can’t wait until mine shuts up. I thought I bought the cheap clock battery.
- Gracefully deal with the ‘looks’ from your friends who are not single. Even when they are arguing with their significant other in front of you.
- Try not to groan when your family asks you if you are dating anyone. “No, I just haven’t met the right one yet. Maybe I need to move across the country again.”
- Go places alone and look miserable. Darn, if I was dating I could be sitting here at Barnes and Nobles being interrupted while I am trying to read my book. Poor me. My life is worthless.
- Know all to take out a Zombie, because when it is time, you will obviously have no one to watch your back.
Sometimes when you are poor, you have to make up your own therapy. Here’s mine. I tend to listen to Breakeven by the Script on repeat.
This is by far my favorite holiday. Memorial Day is fun, but summer isn’t quite there yet. Labor Day equals the end of summer. The Fourth of July though… Oh the 4th! It is smack in the middle of heat and humidity. It means fire and hot dogs and Marconi salad!and now this I am over 21, it also means beer.
I was away the last few fourths, in Arizona. Fireworks there are not the same because they need to be safe fireworks due to the high risk of forest fires. Which I completely understand. However, that’s not how I grew up and every summer day I was away from the east coast, I desperately missed the colors in the sky and loud booms.
There is one tradition I have not missed, no matter where I was living. And that is watching Independence Day. You know the 1996 movie with Jeff goldblum and will smith?! Favorite movie ever. Know every single line.
Now it’s usually on TV, so I don’t have to even get out my DVD. But I can’t find it on any channel this year! What is up with that? I mean they just said they are coming out with a second one (what took them so long? It’s going to be 20 years…), shouldn’t they want to promote?
I’m disappointed that I seem to be the only one who still loves this movie. Now I have to go find my DVD so I can keep up my tradition.
It’s currently on A&E, it was not forgotten.
I found these at a western Mass Price Chopper. I will be looking for them elsewhere! So good! They also had a red bean cracker.
130 calories for 6 crackers.
I graduated High School ten years ago. I would never go back. No way. I hated high school. However, there are things I do miss about that time in my life. Here are a few:
- A life without a cell phone: Believe it or not, back in my day we did not get a cell phone at birth. I was expected to call my mother when I got to a friend’s and I used the landline. I miss the days without a cell phone. Now, people expect to be able to get ahold of me at a moments notice. And for some reason I am looked at as crazy that said cell phone is not glued to my hand. Actually… I don’t know where my phone is currently.
Maybe I should look for it.
- My life was much more musical.
A few days ago, I tried to convince my work to have a musical staff meeting. I don’t think they were impressed. In high school I was in chorus, musical, band… Life was filled with music! But, after high school and if you are lucky college, the musical life dies down. Yes, I still rock out in my car every now and again, yet it’s not the same as making sure I am singing from my diaphragm.
- I believed in Disney.
Ok, I still kinda believe in Disney. However, I also see Disney for what it is. I no longer want to be the ‘girl’ Disney sees as desirable. I’m not good at keeping quiet and cleaning. I wouldn’t give up everything for a man. Sorry Disney-blame my education that made me see the light.
And Beauty and Beast? There is so many things wrong with this love story. Kidnapped? Abused? Threaten? Yes, this is so romantic. Sign me up for the next enchanted beast out there. I am sure I can change him with my ability to read and niceness. OK, it’s still my favorite.
- No Alcohol allowed: Sometimes I wish I could go back to a time where alcohol was not expected to have a good time. I do recognize at the time I couldn’t wait to be 21 because there is obviously nothing to do if you are under 21. However, I always had a good time-without the booze- and I can remember it to this day!
- Old Navy: I go into Old Navy now-a-days and can’t believe I ever liked their clothes. I am not sure if their style changed, or I did. Maybe a little bit of both. Old Navy use to be the cool brand, well at least the one I could afford with my part time job. If I caught a good sale, I could sometimes afford the GAP! And I was so proud of myself for it.
Does anyone miss anything from high school?
I have been obsessed with making t shirt yarn. I need more t-shirts! Never thought I would hear myself say that.
This is my 3rd rug. I have seen online people also making baskets out of the yarn, but I like the rugs better. They are easy to make, once you cut the t shirt.
The last one I made, out of my father’s work shirts, was tough. Cutting through the shirts was painful. Trying to do more than one a day would cause my hand to numb. It took me MONTHS to finish.
The t-shirts in this project were much better to cut and work with. I am not sure what the difference was. They must have been thinner or something.
Other than that, my life is so uneventful and predictable, I have nothing else to write about!
Where to begin?
I guess I’ll start at the end. My best friend went to New Orleans for a vacation while her husband was there for a conference. She asked if she could get me something. Usually I say no to these requests, but this time I asked for a Hard Rock Cafe shot glass. New Orleans is on my list of places to go, but lower on the list so I doubt I’ll get there. But I do collect Hard Rock Cafe stuff, mostly shot glasses.
I stopped by my friend’s house last night and she proudly gives me the hard rock shot glass in a box. I’m excited, I open it up… And go ‘ha ha, funny joke.’
She looks at me and asks ‘what?’ At this point I am thinking she gave me one of her husband’s shot glasses as a joke. I hand it over to her and she screams ‘WHAT! Are you f***ing kidding me?’ We then erupt into hysterics while she convinces me that no, this is no joke. she said she made a special trip to the hard rock to pick this up for me. She saw it on the shelf and picked one in the box, never thinking to check it. Because why would someone think there was a Cleveland shot glass in New Orleans?
The best part of this rambling post? This friend and I have a story about the Cleveland hard rock. We decided to drive there one weekend oh so many years ago to see our favorite band perform. An 8 hour drive… As we are having dinner in the hard rock, getting super pumped to see our band, the waitress informs us the concert has been canceled because the president was in town, staying in the hotel next door.
Needless to say we were crushed, and vowed never to step foot in Cleveland again.
Yet, the hard rock gods were conspiring to make sure I got a shot glass from the hated Cleveland.
So, I guess I will still have to make a trip to New Orleans to complete my collection.
Yes, I watched all the episodes in two days. And when I was teaching a summer course, i used this show to show different sociological concepts. They point it out so well.
I sometimes think this show was too high brow for the masses. It was a continuous spoof of the white collar world. Jaberwocky has to be the best episode ever. When I need a good laugh I still turn it on.
I started this show in love with Don Epps, I ended it in love with Colby Granger. I’m re watching the earlier episodes currently to try to figure out how I didn’t notice granger until the 4th season.
I don’t understand the math mostly, however I do understand when Megan talks! Overall I think this show showed me how math is actually used everyday (my teacher WAS right.) I mean I’m still not going to use it, but I can appreciate people who do.
I found this show interesting during the bones promo. I planned on watching it, but I think it came on while I was in class. Very sad it only got ONE season and there can be no more because RIP Michael Clarke Duncan. This show was awesome, all the actors/actresses should get their props. However, I am very mad about the ending… Like wtf happens?!
I did fine in the prehistoric time without a GPS, laptop, and a cell phone. People have managed for thousands of years without current forms of technology. I survived my teen years with a problem.
Sometime just before I graduated college, my dad thought getting me a GPS was a good idea. I traveled a lot and would soon be going new places for my job. This was a helpful gift and I appreciated it.
Until it broke.
The first time I was living in Arizona and driving to Disneyland. I had picked my best friend up at the airport and we were traveling down the 10, carefree and not having a clue where I was going. All of a sudden my gps beeps and gives me a big FU. Ok, actually it was the F4 error. But close enough.
We had a meltdown and eventually had to pull over and call our parents in PA to look up directions.
Why we didn’t think we could just follow the Disneyland signs, I have no idea.
Anyway, my gps battery has needed to be changed for a week or so now. Finally did this weekend. You would think I would put it back in my car, of course not.
I decide to go out to a park near my new place. It included taking two roads to get there… TWO. I couldn’t find it. I had no GPS and no cell phone and I couldn’t find a park on a beautiful day. Fail.
Now I must go find my gps so I can get my IQ back to where it should be.
Friday, when I was in the store, they were giving away samples of chicken in this butter. I usually pass on this stuff, but I broke the cardinal rule of eating before you go shopping. the chicken was so good, I bought the new product without a coupon!
Instead of chicken, I decided to use tofu. I know most people don’t like tofu, at least in my family. Sometimes I make stuff with tofu in it and don’t tell them.
oops, did I say that out loud?
This time it isn’t for them, but for my weekly lunches.
The product is easy enough. It looks a mix between butter and bullion. All I had to do is throw it in a frying pan. I cubed the tofu and separate in two sections. I ended up using two squares just because I wanted each piece to be drenched in buttery goodness.
It looks a little weird when melting, but it all works out!
It was so yummy, I kept eating pieces out of the pan.
Highly recommend this product. It was easy and quick (it took longer to drain the tofu). You get 6 cubes for about $2.60. Each cube will sauté 2 chicken breasts. Great for a fast lunch or making something for later.
Let me start off by saying, I don’t understand hash tags. It seemed appropriate for this, but who knows? I’m still getting use to twitter, as I think it is a good job skill for the future even if I don’t use it for personal stuff.
Anyway, on to yard sales. I grew up going. Literally think my parents stopped at one on the way to the hospital when my mom was in labor! (No, I was born in January so I doubt there was one, but I am sure I was strapped in the car seat at two months old to go)
I liked yard sales when I needed things or had a place to put things.
In my oh-so-age of 28, I find I no longer want the things, the clutter, that I had as a child. I keep trying to purge, even more so as I have two bedrooms (one by work and one at my moms). Stuff makes me itchy.
However, books are my weakness. Books for a quarter? Ok! Above is my pile from this morning. Add it to the other 100 or so I hid around my room because I ran out of bookcase space. Lovely.
Worse part is I didn’t even want to go! Mom guilts me until I go. All I bought was this pile of books, there’s nothing else out there I need and even less that I want!
Mom bought more than me, but pointless stuff. Such as:
What do u do with this ugly spider?! Ugh.
Is anyone else obsessed with Body of Proof? I was so nervous when they killed off Peter. I loved Peter.
However, Mark Valley is a wonderful addition. I am already on the Megan/Tommy team! Memmy? Togan?
Megan Hunt doesn’t need a man though. She is f’in awesome. Strong-willed, knows what she wants, ambitious. She is my hero.
And her wardrobe. OMG her clothes. I wish 1/8th of her style. Last week she wore a teal jacket, that I have actually been looking for online to decide if I can somehow swing this beautiful beautiful outerwear. And last night she wore a yellow dress with a red jacket.
I’m not one to gush over clothes, but damn.
So, I think I have mentioned this before, my mother drives me nuts.
I guess it is kinda fitting I put nuts in the pie.
Anyway, getting ahead of myself. I haven’t been home for a few weeks. Mom was at church today. I found a pillsbury pie crust. I get a big idea (always trouble), homemade PIE! What could go wrong?
I made my apple filling with walnuts and brown sugar. Looked really good. Unrolled the crust, fitted it in the pan and pressed the top on. Even made my slits in the top. Looked beautiful!
I cooked it for 20 mins and took it out to put foil around the edges to keep it from burning. I noticed at this point, the dough wasn’t raising like it should. I look at the package and realize, the crust was expired… In January. Wonderful. Ok, whatever. I’m finishing this damn pie.
I put the foil on and cook another 40 mins. I go to turn the pie and a piece of foil falls off onto the oven.
I reach for it and touch the coil, completely melting the pot holder. It smells so bad! I guess it’s good I didn’t set it on fire, but the house was def smoking… I ran around opening windows and turning on fans.
Epic pie fail!
my ruined mitt. Oops.
And it didnt even taste good!
Pie making is not one of my specialities.
I have been wanting to get this bib for my few days old nephew since I knew he existed. And he will proudly where it to go out to eat with me.
Can you believe it was sold out for months? I could easily find the uncle version, but apparently all the aunts out there are hot and single. Don’t worry, I found it finally!
But, it makes me shake my head, am I really going to try to use a baby to pick up someone? For one thing, I do not want kids of my own so someone cooing over a baby enough to see the bib it probably not going to be a preferable mate for me.
Furthermore, what pick up lines does someone use in these situations? ‘I’d like to put in an application to become his uncle.’ I would probably fall on the floor and pee myself laughing if someone actually said this to me.
So yes I bought the bib, bought into mainstream baby America. But maybe… He’ll just wear it at home and where his mom and i can giggle about it.
What’s your best baby pick up line?
I’m not good at following instructions. Esp. crocheting instructions. Patterns make little sense to me, so I mostly rely on my creative side to figure it out for myself.
I bought some baby yarn on super clearance. Why? Who knows. I had no babies to make blankets for and I am just a crazy yarn lady.
See? I wasn’t kidding! This was ONE TRIP. I ended up going back for more. I need a yarnervention.
I am trying to use up said yarn by making scarves and baby blankets. I get bored using the same stitch every time, so I try to look online to see if I can come up with new ones. Here is the latest. I was going to just use the multi-colored yarn with a double crochet through the back loop. Half way through, I thought it needed something… but what…
Racing Stripes. Every baby blanket needs them!
I do enjoy how this pattern photographs. I don’t think the layers are quite as pronounced in really life, but looks good!