I love you P.S.

I have a friend who likes to remind me, pretty much every time I see her, of how very OLD I am.  Which to me is kinda funny since I'm only 5 years older than she is.  For me, age becomes more and more irrelevant the older I get. Secretly I wait for the day when she hits the "dirty thirty" so I can plot my revenge, complete with black balloons, black cake, and black candles. *evil laugh*

Although no one likes to be reminded of their inadequacies, I find it particularly irritating when someone brings up a topic that is not only out of my control but is also the inevitable.  Truly--aging beats the hell out of the alternative! ;) Besides, perfection is boring and over rated--I mean, even diamonds are unique because of their flaws.  So, since I've recently realized that I have the tendency to rant more than rave, I shall treat you to some of my favorite underwhelming "qualities" about myself. :)

I am klutzy.  I tend to run into things, spill things--fumble them if you will.  Sugar coat it however you like, but overall, I am not a graceful person.  In saying that: I LOVE to dance; as much as I love to dance, I am equally awkward at it. Reminds me of the cheer in Buffy the Vampire Slayer:  "How funky is your chicken? How funky is your chicken? How loose is your goose? Our goose is totally loose! So come on all you Hog fans, so come on all you Hog fans and shake your caboose, and shake your caboose! WHoooO!" So uh yea, it's bad!  Doesn't stop me from shakin' my caboose though! Nope nope--I'm in like Flynn!


I love to sing--preferably at the top of my lungs, but just loud in general works too.  I find it is best to miss as many notes as possible; I also like to give myself bonus points for inventing "new" lyrics.   
"There was a little girl who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead;
When she was good, she was very, very good,
And when she was bad she was horrid."
Cut to me: all good at being bad and horrid! ;)  I think that if you're going to be bad at something you enjoy doing, then you may as well enjoy doing it badly...but that's just me.  My ex used to tell me: "Mags, you are NOT the next American Idol".  Well no shit Sherlock; what was your first clue?  When I wasn't standing in a long line to audition? Hmmm:   "Curiouser and curiouser!"
Thankfully Jason loves to hate my singing; he is fantastic at coming up with funny lyrics. Together, we spit lyrical poetry and freestyle to a funky fresh beat...ya feel me?! ah ha!:)

Viola, there they are folks:  two of my favorite worst qualities. :)  I'm sure there are many to choose from, but these two are keepers!  Yes, I shall cherish my lack of rhythm and tone deafness until the hip bone connected to the leg bone degenerates from my OLD self and my Def Jams go platinum.


~M

P.S.  I thought of the perfect P.S. earlier when I started this whole blog and now I've forgotten it! Grrr!  The P.S. is kind of like my thing.  Like the abrupt subject change which in conversation would sound something like:  Not to change the subject, but....

Highway to the Danger Zone...

Have you ever started reading a blog but then later realized you had reader's remorse?
Reader's remorse is like buyer's remorse, but no money was harmed during the reading of said blog; just time spent which you can't get back from your life.

Tonight I did what I tend to always do when I get sucked into the vortex also known as the world wide web, which is:  waste hours of my life I can no longer have back.  I have this addictive little (ha, see also big) personality.  Sometimes it's chocolate, farmville, or cityville, but lately it's been perusing the web for little nuggets of bloggy bliss.  I would just like to say that tonight was an epic FAIL!

I did however, finally find my fix.  In a bizarre twist of links I found a website where people advertise their blogs.  I clicked on this one that I thought would be an interesting read (to which I say this: you can't judge a book by its cover nor a blog by it's title).  What I found instead was a series of surveys followed by what appeared to be a numbered list of blog links at the bottom of her page.  Mainly because under the list of links was a box that mentioned typing in your blog's site and getting listed, blah blah blah irrelevant I realize--except for the fact I like to cram every tiny morsel into just about everything  I'd come this far already so, I clicked on one of the links and--how weird--it was her exact same blog but in a different 'setting'.  Bear with me I'm getting to the point   BUT! On the side bar of this particular link was this:  30 things to do before I turn 30 subsequently followed by said list.  I was inspired!  So, dun dun dun dah!  I give you:  35 things to do before I turn 35!  This is like the bucket list on steroids. *Genius*  Who wants to think about things they should do before dying?  Not this girl, nope nope! I mean truly it all comes before the end anyways, so why focus on the minute details?! I will be considering all suggestions given from outside input so:  suggest away!  
~M

P.S. A few things to keep in mind:  I do not enjoy public humiliation or nudity and since I've already sewn more than my fair share of wild oats, criminal activities would be frowned upon. I'm not looking to push my luck just my comfort zone!