Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Oh oh oh, The Sweetest Thing

My 25th birthday is approaching.  I've been using these past few days to reflect on how I've spent the last quarter of a century, and what kinds of things have led me to become the woman I am today.  Now, the list of things that have groomed me into a woman of grace and dignity is much too long to share in it's entirety, so I thought I'd select a few highlights.

There are plenty of young women out there looking for a road map to success, so why not follow mine?  Might not be success, but it gets you to my level, which is pretty sweet.


1. Fly under the radar for as long as possible.

This was my mantra in high school and college.  I joined the clubs that gave me something to do after school, but didn't subject me to ridicule.  Art and French club? Yes.  No one bangs on the field trip to the Frank Lloyd Wright house.  Marching Band?  C'mon, even the jocks giggled at the idea of your band-bus orgies.  They didn't even know the Art and French club existed.  Flying under the radar exposes you to normal social situations.  Plus you get to skip class to go taste French cuisine.

2. Stop buying Cosmo.

Yes, the make-up tips are awesome, and yes, every issue walks you through the steps to achieving beachy waves, but is it worth the $5 every month that you could be putting into a Roth IRA?  I mean, come on ladies.   I have several years worth of Cosmopolitan Magazine under my bed.  EVERY issue is the SAME!  The sex tips are identical but with newer squirmier names.  ...It just dawned on me that I spent $300 on cosmo magazines.  I want to spare you from that realization.

3. Say yes.

 
"Yes" leads to ridiculousness in it's best form.  "Yes" brings you to new people.  "Yes" leads to karaoke at hotel bars (the ones that serve as the inspiration for every backwoods themed horror movie).  "Yes" gives you the chance to hate life for a bit, but when you realize that "yes" led you to some much needed growth, you'll see that "yes" was worth it.

4. Say no.

Saying "no" helps you avoid the second date with the awkward skeeze.  "No" helps you avoid DUIs, STDs, and the need for various inoculations. "No" insinuates that you have a backbone, and principles, and sometimes a full life that proves you can't be bothered with things that don't concern you.

5. Watch "She's the Man".

Watch it over and over again.  Watch it to the point where every other sentence you speak is a reference to Amanda Bynes' greatest masterpiece.  Then, when people tell you that movie is stupid, or it sucks, laugh and say "I know! THAT'S why I love it!" then don't let them see you cry.  We both know how good that movie is...

6. Take a job you aren't qualified for.

I spent two years distributing medications, administering shots, and bathing other people.  Should I be trusted to stick a needle into someone else?  Nope.  And I know that now.  Hundreds of thousands of dollars saved in avoiding Med School = Success.  And an added bonus? You qualify yourself for that job.  Or at least you get pretty darn close.  One more skill set, yo.

7. Invest in fabulous shoes.

 They look great in the background of all the self-portraits you will take in your bedroom.

8. Brown bag it at work.

You'll save so much more than I did over the last four years.  I'm a sucker for Kalamata olives.

9.  Keep a blog.

But only tell three people about it.  You've got stories to share, just not with everyone. Yet.  Also, I just put my blog within a blog.  You've either been inceptioned (inceived?) or pimped.  Just let it happen.

10. Don't take yourself too seriously.

I'm 25.  What do I know?  I'm not even old enough to remember Desert Storm.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Can I Kick It?

Let's post a new blog.

It's been a while.

And I'm not sure I'm ready to let The Sweetest Thing join the internet dumping ground of abandoned blogs.

Last night I had a free Whitecaps ticket thrust upon me.  I like to think that this is because I am such a big deal in the GR area that the West Michigan Whitecaps are eager for me to check out their facilities and drum up some excitement for the 2012 season.

Of course that's not true... but let's pretend it is.

Now, the whitecaps are nothing spectacular, but I like to watch 'em because that's where Brandon Inge stumbled out of, along with Joel Zumaya, Ramon Santiago, Brennan Bosch, and my favorite, Don Kelly.

So somehow I ended up sitting next to a soccer fan.  Soccer fans kind of suck.  I'm sure many of them are nice people, but that doesn't downplay the suckiness factor.  Soccer fans like to inform the world of their love of soccer.  They also like to convince non-soccer fans to love it too.  You can be talking about the latest episode of America's Got Talent and suddenly they're throwing out references to the Chicago fire, and it takes you 20 minutes to realize they're talking soccer and not Mrs. O'leary's cow.

So soccer fan, true to form, waits until the Whitecaps take to the plate to start talking about his life as a soccer ref.  Because I made the mistake of telling him that "I don't really get soccerrrrr...", he took the time to walk me through the rule book and demonstrate various fouls on/to me (that slow-motion elbow to the trachea was eye-opening, ...stranger).  Every soccer conversation I get sucked into ends with me stating "I just can't get on board with a sport where both teams can lose at the same time.  What's the point of watching for an hour if it just ends in a tie?" and I slink away...

Usually this is effective, but in a stadium full to capacity of people anxiously waiting for post-game fireworks, my escape routes were limited.  His response?

"Typical baseball fan..."