Bellini-induced Brain Freeze

Drive This past Friday was Baby Sis' birthday so on my way home I called Weird Kid and asked him what was the plan. Originally I had been thinking we would take her to Denny's and then go to Canyon Meadows to catch a movie. Now before you start thinking we're cheap :) Denny's is one of Baby Sis' favorite places to snack. It's a treat she does not get to have very often unlike Weird Kid and I who end up there with friends regularly since there aren't very many places open so late at night. We planned on seeing Deuce Bigelow: European Gigolo at Canyon Meadows since it wasn't playing at the regular theatres anymore and we couldn't think of any regular features that would be of any interest to Baby Sis. Besides, we were going to have a birthday blow-out for her the next day at Cheesecake Cafe. So instead of Denny's (though we still ended up treating her there at the end of the night) Weird Kid and Baby Sis picked me up at the train station and,...

It's about that time again The other night I went to a lingerie party with a past co-worker of mine. I like teddies, don't own any yet. I like sheer chemises and bustiers and merry widows as much as the next girl. I'm dying to own a corset made just for me. The problem is, until my chest is more proportional to the rest of me then I don't really feel like buying any of this stuff. How does Pamela Anderson pull it off? Then I found out that this co-worker had her boobs reduced last year. Another satisfied convert. And another surgeon to look into. Aqua Angel and I talked about this earlier, and it seems like more and more women are opting to reduce their chest sizes. Plus, they're very happy with the results. I have no doubt that I'd be happy with the "new" me once I get it done. It's just all the stuff leading up to that happy day that freaks me out. But she also pointed out that I'd have a waiting period to psyche myself up for the s...

My secret life I thought I was reserved, bordering on secretive. Everyone knows that it takes me forever, and I do mean forever to open up to people. "Aloof, unavailable ice queen." ~ Bridget Jones' Diary. That quote came up during a discussion this past weekend. They weren't necessarily referring to me, mind you, but I wouldn't be surprised if that's the vibe I give off sometimes. But when I finally open up to others, do I share too much of myself? I was thinking about this the other day. Everyone knows that you shouldn't kiss and tell...my best friend is good at keeping this rule somehow. However, thinking of the past few events lately, it feels like I've shared news with a lot of people. I've been seeking out opinions, soliciting suggestions, hell, I may as well have written everything in here. But I won't do that. So did I go too far? Did I breach someone's trust? I hope I haven't, but a gut feeling I have says that some...

Yes or no I always thought I was a realist when it comes to love and romance. My tastes, however, tell a different story. I like romantic comedies. They make you feel good, right? And I love love LOVE ballads. Boyz II Men will always have a special place in my heart, and not much can compare to a good Al Green song or even Toni Braxton. "You complete me." "I wanna be living for the love of you." "You make me feel brand new." Yeah, I'm addicted to all that mushy stuff. But then...THEN...when I see it in real life I'm convinced it can't be real. Like when Ryan wrote and recited all that poetry for Trista (Bachelorette, fyi) I was practically rolling my eyes. Who does that??? And the Aidan I had...or maybe I didn't really ever have my Aidan...where did he come from? Aren't guys like him only supposed to be a myth? If they are a myth then maybe Ryan and Aidan do what they do because they know it'll get them results. I don...