Creeped.

I'm not sure what it is but I seem to get hit on by creepy guys often...one of which ended up getting the nickname of "Creepy Kyle" amongst my co workers and friends.

This morning I woke up well rested and actually got ready and felt good about it!  I got into my car and pulled onto Main Street in the fast lane on a mission to get gas before I jumped onto the freeway to head to work.  I noticed that a white pickup with a "Questar Gas" decal was going the exact speed as me...weird. 
I looked over to see a man (not too bad looking I might add) who was probably 40 years old or so starring at me.  I thought, "Oh crap, I probably pulled out in front of him or something." nope.  This wasn't the "hey, I'm ticked stare..."  It was the "Hey Bay-bay" look.  You know what I'm talking about.  The kind of stare where you catch them looking but they keep looking and smiling.  *shiver*

Screw this, right?  So I sped up to lose him.

Nope.  He sped up as well and did the exact same thing as before but even more creepy [if you can imagine.]  This time I SLAMMED on my breaks and pulled behind him so it wouldn't happen again.

I thought it was over but as we stopped at the light I noticed him trying to position his truck so he could see me in his side mirror (he had something in the back of the truck so the rear view mirror was out of the question.) I'm not making it up.  It wasn't like he was just looking in the side mirror.. he had his head down by the side view mirror trying to look at me.

My first thought was, "crap, I have to turn right after this to get gas...what if he turns around..?"  Truthfully my next thought automatically wandered down the whole Silence of the Lambs route...

"OMG. He wants to use my skin for his skin suit or something."

Gross, I know, but that's how creeped I was.

hmmm, guess I look good today :)  haha.  Honestly, I feel bad for the super gorgeous girls who get hit on by guys like this ALL the time.  I would never leave the house.

Krinkle.

I was texting my favorite Canadian today about life and I mentioned a word that was new to Mandy  (It's not important who we were talking about)...and our convo went like this:

Me: "....It's not even a crush! Maybe just a Krinkle?"

Mandy: "A Krinkle?...Tell me the meaning of this word so I can use it too, my wise friend."

(Pretty sure other people know what it means too. I'm not that wise. lol!)

Me: "Yes, a Krinkle.  It's not as hardcore as a crush.  It's just ...a krinkle!  Think of paper:  You crush it up into a wad or you can just krinkle it."

Me:"So essentially a krinkel is a baby interest that could possibly turn into a crush!  It's like, 'Meh, you're cute and fun.' it's whatever :)"

Mandy: "So it's like pre-interest. It's like, 'I am interested to know if I could be interested.'"
Bingo Mandy... BINGO.

I love Mandy and Krinkles--Both interesting, exciting, fun, and totally random.  You never know what's going to happen next :)

How did she know I needed her to brighten my day via text? who knows...but she did. 

Oh Canada!

Better go and get your armor.

Let's talk a minute about something that breaks my heart a little [or alot. whatev].  I'm talking about Unrequited love.  We hear these stories all the time. About people who fall hard for someone who doesn't love them back...  Sad, right? ;(

I've talked about this kind of love before in a previous post and how it makes my heart hurt... but let's get real, the post was about how bad I felt for Damon in Vampire Diaries and his unrequited love for Elena.  Real? ...Not so much.  But the concept is true to real life; It happens to people ALL the time. 

Remember in the movie The Holiday and how madly in love Kate Winslet's character was in love with a man who didn't love her back?  Here's her monolauge about how wretched unrequited love really is.  If this has ever happened to you then you know exactly how crappy it feels.  You can't help but hurt for her:



So what do you do if you are in a situation like this?  Here's my advice [take it for what it's worth]:

Face the facts.  Cry if you need to [I'll cry for you too].  Accept it and move on.

OK, so it sounds like I don't have a soul, but really, that's all you can do!  I know it's not as simple as I just made it sound, but I've seen way too many people beat themselves up over situations like this for far too long...You know the kind of love you deserve to have.

Why would you want to be with someone who doesn't care about you just as much as you care about them?

It's rough, but life's way too short and there are SO many new and exciting people in the world to meet. But for now, I feel for you, but you have GOT to open your eyes and accept it.  That's key.  Do that and you are on the road to recovery.  Your heart might feel broken for a little while, but you'll find someone to help you put the piece back together.

In the words of homegirl Jordan Sparks: "Love's a battlefield...I guess you better go and get your armor." :)

Dear Weekend, Love Me.

Want to feel young?  Girls: have a slumber party with your good girl friends and talk about boys and all the other good stuff.  Boys: prank call the girls at said slumber party, show up super late in the night and scare the crap out of them.

Did all of that happen last night at my apartment? yes.  I'll admit that the boys pulled it off though.  My throat still hurts from screaming.  But it wouldn't have been a true slumber party with it.  So ... Thanks, boys? 

 ahh There's just something about a girls night that is so refreshing!  

Here are some scenes from the weekend:

Words cannot express how delish these coconut gems are.  Apparently you can get them at Walmart?! Try. Them. Now.  You won't regret it.

Discovery: Purple Salt Water Taffy...NASTY 

I had our little group of friends over for an Easter Egg Hunt/Breakfast.  It was a success :) obvi.

Dear Weekend, 

I love everything about you.  Please never go away...

Love,  Me :)

"RPF" ..."you mean, the Twilight dude?"

The other day I was chatting with my mother who's what I like to call, an RPF (Robert Pattinson Fanatic), and she was telling me about some Robert nonsense and how his sisters used to dress him up like a girl and call him Claudia.  (This got us talking about how my sister Jamie and I used to dress Coleman up as a girl all the time; poor kid.  We didn't have a name for him when we dressed him up but we do have plenty of pictures to prove it, although, I don't think the brother would really appreciate us digging those out....FUNNY!).  Seriously though, the madre knows all there is to know about our boy Rob. 

Well today is a big day for the true RPF's of the world as his new film, "Water for Elephants" hits theaters.  Do I want to see this film? Absolutely.  I probably won't get to it this weekend because I've got a bunch of stuff going on but you better believe that mom and her posse are going tonight.

Don't let the trailer fool you.  On the radio this morning, critic Tony Toscano (who I usually think rates movie pretty hard) gave this one an A and said, "many people say that they just don't make movies like they used too" and then went on to say "this could easily be one of the best films of the year." 

Let's just say, I guess we shouldn't underestimate this one and should all go see it!

I'm not an RPF but I'm a little sad that I'm not going with all of them tonight.  You know they'd make the movie 100 times better because they are all secretly possessed by Robert Pattinson (yes, they are all married.)  Gotta love it :)

At least tonight is still going to be a girl's night for me! 

TGIF hommies

Rumor--Spread it!?

Isn't it crazy how fast a rumor or gossip can spread?  Someone says something and then it instantly gets around to everyone, usually with many different versions and on different levels on the "drama scale."

Growing up in a small town, everyone knew everyone's business... most of it getting twisted in the process.

I was listening to Hollywood Sleaze this morning and they were talking about Steve Nash and how there was a rumor going around that his wife had a secret affair with one of his NBA teammates around the same time she got pregnant.  When it was time for the baby to come, it came out [not so white].  First of all, how did I not know this rumor?.. it's a good one! Really, though, can you imagine!? 

After researching it, there are SOOO many different versions of the story.  "The baby's not even black," "He was adopted," "Steve Nash is the douche that cheated" blah blah... so much crap out there. How do stories like that start?

I'll tell you how... some people are straight up crazy!

I know I'm not the best at keeping some things quiet that I probably should and I'm guilty for my fair share of gossip and love for drama but I don't just make random stuff up about people....I tell it like it is (I know, not good either..I'll work on it).

I've had some really dumb stuff started/said about me in my day that is far from the truth...and sure, it's frustrating for a minute, but usually I just think, "really? I'm super cool and that's ALL you could come up with?...Better get back to the drawing board, wench!"  And then I move on with my day :)

Plus, who cares what Sally McDumbDumb thinks? Brush it off and move on, people! And if you are going to start complete crap, you best check yourself first, k? ;)

Happy Thursday, Amigos

90210

If you haven't been watching 90210 then you better check your pulse, because you aren't living!

Sure, it's a high school soap opera where everything that could possibly go wrong or every scenario you can think of someone going though, happens to someone in their little circle of friends, but still...

 It's a darn good one!

To those who have been watching: OMG Audrianna--Never did like her!

Things I shouldn't love but just can't help it....

After a nice little chat with some friends the last few nights, I've decided that there are a couple of things that I shouldn't love but for some reason just can't help it:

1.) Guys with bling--Even on the whitest kid on the block (no offense, Easton:) ).  Really, I LOVE it!

2.) Men with Tats.

I used to go to the gym everyday at the same time so I could see "The Guy With the Crazy Hot Tat."

Stalker much? Nah....

3.) Men with BOTH!

Thank youuuu Nelly.


*note--Just so we have it straight--just because I find it ridiculously attractive doesn't mean it's on my list of "must-have's" for my future husband...:) Look and like...that's all!

Yep. That's totally it.

I used to think that I really understood people.  I could meet them, hang out with them a few times and my brain would just be able to process the way that they work.  It was almost like this really cool gift that I had.  Once you know how someone works then you:

1.) know how to help them because you can tailor your advice perfectly to them.
2.) know how to get things from them [nothing bad of course just stuff like info, advice, money... you know, the essentials :) ]
3.) You know when you are wasting your time or can help someone else to know that they are wasting their time... All because you just know the way that one person works. It's beautiful.

I'm not saying that the "gift" is gone but I think it's withering away.  I'm noticing the older I get and the more people I meet, the less I understand them.  I'm not sure what to blame it on.  Maybe it's just because everyone else is so weird and I'm so cool? Nah, that's not it...

I really do think it's because people are so UP and DOWN alllll the tiiiiiiiime these days.  I'm sure my brain isn't the only one who it confuses.  You don't have to be happy all the time but at least TRY to focus less on the things that aren't going the way that you want them too and more time being positive.  Most importantly, stay consistent to yourself and the things that matter most.  Lose sight of that and you lose sight of yourself.

Yep.  That's totally it.

So if you've ever said "He/She just doesn't understand me" then maybe it's time to check yourself for a minute and figure out why they don't and what you can do to help them understand better.  What could it hurt?

"Wait, so she said, 'Yes ...Smiley Face?' omg"

If you are someone who I text a lot, or if you fbook stalk me, or I fbook stalk you, then you've probably noticed that I kind of overuse the "smiley face."  No. I take that back.. you can't have too many smilies in my book :)

Isn't it funny though how a smiley face [or frowny face OR wink for that matter] can completely change a text or a post to someone's wall?

Here, go with me on this one real quick...

*Scene--You're texting someone (could be a guy/girl you like, your significant other, brother or even your grandma) Doesn't matter who.  You ask them a question and this is their response:

"Yeah, that would be fun"

Notice the lack of emotion in the above text?  This is how I would answer back if I wasn't enthused about whatever it is we were talking about.  If I really was excited about whatever we were talking about, I would answer something like this:

"Yeah! That would fun :)" 

See the difference?  1=Blah and 2=you know I'm actually excited about it because I wouldn't do a smiley if I wasn't.  For those of you who are "anti-smiley face"... this is where an "exclamation point" would be appropriate to show that you really do think it would be fun! Here's another scenario using the beloved "wink":

"Alright, I'll see you tonight"

or

"Alright, I'll see you tonight ;)" 

Whoa, whoa, whoa...WINKY FACE? omg! 

See, if used correctly, the wink can add so much meaning to a text.

haha, OK, so maybe I just over analyze everything (I'm a girl) and of course everyone has their own texting style and it's up to us to just learn their style but can I ask a favor or everyone?  You never have to use the smiley if you don't want too..but can you at least use some punctuation for crying out loud?  That would help the "over analyzers" out A LOT!  It's not that hard to put an exclamation point every now and again to express the correct emotion or even the [...] can say a lot.

We all know that texting, email, IM and all other forms of "typed communication" is vital these days, so I'm just looking after ya!

Thanks (dot, dot dot, winky face, exclamation point, exclamation point)