waiting for my rainbow

I was thinking spring was coming. My roommates - aka Mom and Step Dad - already have easter egg shaped, pastel M&Ms out in the candy bowl. I've ran outside a couple times, and I only managed to fall on my ass once from the ice.  This tells me spring was coming because there was only ice out once, not because I am so graceful that I can run on ice and not fall...because I can't. I was ready for sunshine  and nice weather. I thought it was almost here, too.

Then I walked outside to my car and begin my hour long trek to work - running about 12 minutes late as usual - and a I let out an ugh-ish sigh. My shoulders dropped. My face was disgruntled, and I thought to myself "really?" The yard, which was once covered in piles of snows but had been muddy and brown the day before, had about an inch of this sludgy, mucky white stuff. White stuff!? Really? Seriously? Snow? More snow? You have to be kidding me. I thought we were done with snow. What the eff (I know I said "ass" earlier... but it's too early for me to be talking/typing like a drunken sailor already)! When was snow in the forecast? Was it in the forecast? I don't really watch the weather, so that isn't a rhetorical questions. How frustrating and disappointing.

So I get in my car after brushing off all the effin' white stuff from my window and filling my moccasins with this cold/icy/rain/snow like mixture, and begin to carefully (yes, Mom, I drove carefully and cautiously as not to get into another accident...wait for it....okay...ugh-ish sigh again) make my way to work.  On my ride in to Lincoln I started to think - because basically that is all there is to do because I spend two hours in the car everyday and don't sit there and be a smart ass (I can say that bad word because I've already said it once) and say "oh, Morgan, you think? bahahaha" yeah, real clever...NOT... okay moving on - about how the weather is a lot like life.

One day everything can be going great. Everything is going just the way you pictured it in your head, and you are perfectly happy. No problems, no worries, nothing blocking you from your own kind of perfect and genuine happy.  You think to yourself how lucky you are. You think about how great you have it and how you never imagined it could ever be this great. You know those days? I love those days. Sometimes these last for awhile, sometimes they are short lived. I'll take them when I can get them.

Then you wake up the next day and BOOM your pretty picture of how your life should go is soaked in sludgy, mucky snow (snow is the metaphor here for something really crappy and sucky). The light at the end of the tunnel is further away - if you can see it at all. The sunshine has dissipated. Instead of all the good things you had going on, you now have depressing, less than stellar things to deal with. Everything seems so utterly bad and horrible that you can't imagine it ever getting any better.

This week has been so dreary and gloomy out, and it is hard not to let that affect your mood. It's hard not have the lack of sunshine in the real world affect the sunshine in your head.  There is that saying that goes "you can't have rainbows without the rain," which is so true.  Seriously, it is. I took meteorology in college and got an A-, take my word on this one. Rain causes rainbows.  Even in everyday life it is true, too. You can't have your own kind of perfect and genuine happy without a few raindrops here and there.  Ultimately, all of the challenges, frustrations, arguments, and sadness you go through make the rainbows that much  more vibrant and special.

For me it's hard to remember that the rain will go away, the sun will come and I will have a rainbow.  I'm a "right now" type of girl.  I've got a picture in my head of how things should end up if I was in charge, which I clearly am not because if I was we'd all be on a cruise to Turks and Caicos or somewhere tropical with a big umbrella drink in our hand and a cute boy named Fernando offering to top it off...ahhh let's think about that for awhile....okay enough...back to the blog. Even though I have a picture of how I want it all to be, I live for  right now and my visions past today get a bit clouded.

So as I sit here in my cubicle with my tiny space heater warming up my feet and drying my soaked moccasins, I stare out at the sludgy, mucky snow and think about the day it will all melt away.  It will. The clouds will vanish just like they always do. The sun will come out and I'll get my rainbow. Pretty early for an analogy already, but like I said my car ride gets boring.

Because....I'm Awesome!

Okay, maybe I'm not really that awesome. Ps does anyone still say 'awesome'...let alone refer to themselves as awesome? From time to time I do however remind myself that I'm not that bad, and I am awesome or some version of my own awesome.  Self indulgent? Yes, probably a little narcissistic, too. What's wrong with reminding yourself instead of someone else doing it for you? Answer: nothing - it's good for you. At least that's what I tell myself. You don't always have someone available to boost your ego or remind you of your inner awesomeness in all that you do.

My friend Cortney inspired this blog. Not only because she is awesome, but because of a conversation we had. Earlier this morning we were discussing pep talks and how we tell ourselves things to get us to act a certain way or not act a certain way...usually they are effective for an hour or two.  We aren't really legendary football coaches with the ability to inspire and motivate ourselves.  In my defense I've never experienced a motivational half time speech...that's because there weren't half times in speech and drama. I was quite the nerd in high school and as unathletic as unathletically possible. Geesh - I am full of excuses today!

Not only do I give myself pep talks, but I have certain music I listen to to motivate me and post-it notes galore with little reminders and messages.  I've even made rules for myself to try and follow. Do I always follow them? No not really, but they are there and sometimes they help.

So to start your day I just want you all to know that you are awesome. Don't forget to remind yourself, and if you ever need me to remind you I sure can!

Dwight also inspired this blog a little...but Cortney gets most the credit. Thanks, Dwight ----> Because...I'm Awesome

KISS

You know how there are those signs or stickers you can put on your wall that are just words? I'm talking about the ones that are intended to serve as little inspirational reminders like 'relax,' 'friends,' 'family,' 'simplify,' and the list goes on and on. The one that really gets me and leaves me scratching my head (not literally) is 'simplify.'

If you are simplifying your life does it really make sense to purchase stickers to put on your wall as a reminder or buy a sign to place on a shelf? In my opinion it seems to just kind of clutter things up a little more. Cluttering is more ore less of the opposite of simplifying...is it not? I'm not knocking clutter. For those of you who truly know me, you know I am the queen of clutter. Ready for a digression? I'm assuming you are all eagerly nodding your heads in anticipation of where I could possibly go with this one.  Wait no longer my friends, here it comes. One of my biggest fears is ending up on AE's show Hoarders...I'm afraid of this because it really isn't that unrealistic. I don't want to be on there with dead cats buried beneath things from 12 years ago and have people at home dry heaving in their utter disbelief someone could be that cluttered, messy, and lazy. Since I am so afraid of this I don't think it will happen. If you haven't watched this show, check it out - it is CRAZY. Moving on...

I am a cluttered mess in basically every aspect of my life. I've been tempted to buy one of those little signs or stickers - especially the 'simplify' one - I think I could use the reminder. I haven't actually made the purchase yet, simply because I feel like it'd be like ordering a number two supersized at McDonalds with a diet coke - just doesn't seem all that logical - very contradictory. Wouldn't you agree?

Simplifying is almost always a good idea and useful in everyday life. This is especially true in writing. I love writing, it's one of my favorite things to do. I wish I was better at it. It helps me focus and think through things. My english teacher, Mr. McCoy, always filled the margins of my essays with red ink and on almost everything I wrote it would say: KISS - meaning: Keep It Simple Stupid. 

If you haven't noticed, I am repetitive and redundant (is it redundant to say I am both repetitive and redundant because they are pretty similar? While I'm discussing redundancy this little parenthetical digression is redundant, too...dang it).  I tend to digress and and go off on tangents (digressing and going off on tangents is pretty similar as well, which means I was just repetitive in trying to get my point across...and redundant...again...geesh I am more repetitive and redundant than I thought).

When I blog or write in my journal I don't mind my redundancy or my digressions all that much. I use my journal and blog as an outlet for my thoughts. Maybe you find them interesting and entertaining - maybe you don't - doesn't really matter. How I write is how I think. I just start typing the thoughts that come into my head and with that comes redundancy and digressions galore. I imagine these entries are a bit hard to follow, and I do apologize for that.

Now if they had a little inspirational KISS sign or sticker - not as in smooch, rather meaning Keep It Simple Stupid - that's something I'd buy. Mr. McCoy would be so proud...that I remembered the saying...not proud that I continually fail to keep it simple.

you're welcome?

When I say "thank you" you say......

"no problem"

"it was my pleasure"

"don't mention it"

"why of course, anything for you"

or the most popular - "you're welcome"

Right? Okay, that was a rhetorical question I'm not going to wait for someone to comment and say "right, Morgan" for me to continue with this post. Moving along...

I was thinking about all this the other day after I had thanked someone for a present they automatically replied with "you are welcome."  What does that even mean? I understand what it means to thank someone, but what does "you are welcome" really mean? It's like singing the words of a song when you don't know what they mean. I'm not quite sure if I am comfortable saying things that I don't fully understand the meaning of...I know I am making this a way bigger deal than it needs to be, but oh well. I over analyze; it's what I do.

Webster defines "welcome" as a transitive verb :

1 : to greet hospitably and with courtesy or cordiality

2 : to accept with pleasure the occurrence or presence of something (welcomes danger)

Alright, Webster, you've cleared things up a bit for me. When being thanked and responding with a polite "you're welcome" I am accepting with pleasure the occurrence. So I am accepting someone's thank you?  

"Thank you for this present; I love it!"

"I accept your thank you with pleasure." <--isn't that awkward?

I've been racking my brain with the meaning "you are welcome" for over 36 hours. I've googled the crap out of it, too. On one website I found, readers posted what they thought it meant. The response that made the most sense to me was: The person is welcome to the services you have provided them with. The reason this makes sense to me is that "are" is a linking verb. So in reality you are linking the subject, you, to something, being welcome. I understand the intentions of that, but if you substitute the meaning in for the word it would be a little rude wouldn't it? 

"Thank you for this present; I love it!"

"You are welcome to the present."

Let me get this straight, you give someone a present then after they thank you for it you tell them they are welcome to have it? That makes NO sense to me. If that's the case shouldn't you welcome someone to the services as you give them? Saying "you are welcome" before someone has thanked you is rude though. Right? That is another rhetorical question. I'll tell you; it is rude.

If any of you understand the meaning of "you're welcome" please enlighten me. In the meantime I am ceasing all usage of the phrase. When I say thank you I usually mean to say:

"no problem"
"it was my pleasure"

"don't mention it"

"why of course, anything for you"

Alright, I've over analyzed a bit here this morning. It isn't making sense to me how a polite response is in reality, not very polite. That's all....Thank you

trimming the fat

As many of you know, I have had quite the tumultuous past five months. I've had trials, tribulations, and I've definitely been tested (ps is that enough "t" words for you? They all seemed to flow together so nicely and sound fancy, which is definitely my style).  Not only have I been tested, but my friendships and relationships have been tested as well.

I've been on a roller coaster with how I handled and felt about these wavering and not so supportive relationships in my life. Initially, I was hurt. I've already told you I used to be a bit of a friend whore. I defined myself by being social and having tons of friends. I was social, and I did have a lot of "friends" (please notice the quotation marks as to indicate their so-called status and lack on genuine compassion and understanding for me). I thought that no matter what happened to me, no matter what I was going to go through in life, and no matter what I did my friends would be there. BUZZZZ: wrong answer. Maybe I am naive for thinking that, but that's the type of friend I am. I want to be there for my friends no matter what, I will never judge them and I'll be there when they go through things that aren't all sunshines, rainbows and drunken summer nights (that's what my friends were there for...they were fun to party with and be around when things were good...but that's the only time). I'm not just there for the highs, I'm fully capable of being a friend during the lows as well.

Getting a divorce changes everything. It changes your address. It changes your name (wooo can't wait for that!). It changes who  you are and what you do. It changes your priorities. Unfortunately, it also changes people's opinion and need for you in their life. After struggling for months with people not being supportive and keeping their distance from me - as if I had some type of terminal, disgusting, and highly contagious disease that no one wanted to be associated with - I realized it was time to trim the fat.

Isn't that such a disgusting saying? You trim the fat off of a really yummy piece of meat. I have this image in my head of sitting at a restaurant and pushing the gross fat off to the corner of my plate because I don't want to accidentally put it in my mouth and be forced to chew and come to the realization that: EW that is not steak that is fat...whoa that was a long sentence - anyways moving on. I had a lot of fat in my life. A lot of people that I didn't have pushed off to the corner of my plate far enough and they left a bad, unwanted taste in my mouth. I reached out for them on multiple occasions only to be rudely turned away or judged. I made excuses for them. I thought 'ok they have never been through something like this, they don't know the protocol on how to act and what to say.' Well that's just dandy that there I was going through this really awkward, horrible situation and I was making excuses for people who were being complete shady un-friends (I thought about putting a curse word in here but restrained myself... maybe next time). These people were supposed to be my best friends and they were anything but. They judged me. I already judged myself and didn't need the people I trusted and leaned on to do the same. They didn't act like friends.

It is hard to go through some of the things I've dealt with, but not impossible. I don't feel sorry for myself, and I don't want anyone to feel sorry for me. I've made all my own decisions and I'm living with them (and might I add I'm happy with all of them). Sometimes it seems like the absolute worst in the world, but it isn't. It's just a bump in the road. There are people out there that have it much worse and it could be worse for me, too. I'm well aware of all of this and I'm not throwing myself a pity party. I would venture out to say that losing friends was probably the most difficult part of all of my last few months. It is a bittersweet feeling. On one hand I am sad to have invested so much of myself and my time into these people I truly considered to be members of my life long family. It's never easy to close a chapter in your life, especially when the chapter ends on a negative note. Losing friends is hard, but losing "friends" with quotations around their titles is essential and a very refreshing feeling when it's all done.  

I'm at a very happy place in my life. I like knowing that the people in my phone book truly are friends (I trimmed the "friends'" numbers by pressing the good 'ol delete contact button). It is nice to know that the people - although fewer than before - I surround myself with care about me and care about my happiness. They aren't shady. They are happy for me when things are going good, and when things aren't going good they listen, give advice, understand, love and never judge. They don't always agree with my decisions or paths I've taken, but their job isn't to agree. Their job is to be a friend.Trimming the fat has let me focus on the relationships that matter most and mean something to me. I'd rather have a really amazing small circle than a big circle filled with shady losers...okay they aren't really losers per se, that was mean...shady.... shady...wait for it..... .hmmm.... okay I got nothing. I can't think of anything very nice to say :)

I'm not in any position to ever give anyone any advice on anything. I would, however, urge you to evaluate the relationships in your life. If there is fat in your life, trim it. Then you can focus and devote your friendship to friends that deserve it. Only surround yourself with good, genuine people that won't turn their back on you when you reach out or do something shady and mean (that sentence sounded good at first, but I just had to add the "shady and mean" part...for emphasis). It's better to trim the fat before you get hurt and come to a realization like I did that the people you thought were your friends are not. Maybe you aren't at a low point right now, but chances are you might have one. When you do, it will be reassuring to know your friends are there for you and they don't have quotations around their title.

lyrically speaking

Do you ever stop and actually listen to the words of songs or just sing along without knowing what you are singing?  I do both. Well, I do the former after doing the latter and thinking 'hmmmm is that really what I think it means?'

I bring this up because I'm jamming out to a little Ace of Base right now. Yup. Total 90's jam session in my lovely, little cube on this frigid, Wednesday morning. So I'm all tapping my pen and moving my head to "all that she wants" - and if you were wondering, yes I feel very cool when I do this. I always thought the song was about a girl that wants to have more kids. Like maybe she meets guys with good qualities and therefore derives they must have good sperm. So she wants a baby then she's gone. Then it happened. I saw the sign (bahahahaha I crack myself up). I had an epiphany. The girl wants a baby as in a boy toy, then she's gone tomorrow. She doesn't want a kid! This song came out in 1993 and I just now (well about 19 minutes ago) realized what the song is actually about. Ha. Sweet life.

I remember going to the Mall of the Bluffs and getting my first CDs. I think this was probably in 1995, which would have made me 9. I was so excited to take them home and put them in my walkman (or was that for tapes?) or discman...whatever it was called.  I imagine I saved up Christmas or Birthday money to buy these all on my own.  I picked TLC's CrazySexyCool, which might I add is still a pretty f'n sweet CD, and Joan Osborne's Relish.  As soon as we got home my mom sat me down at the kitchen table and took out the little CD insert to talk to me about the songs. She was THOROUGHLY impressed by the images of T-Boz, Left Eye and Chili naked and only their private parts being covered by burlap sacks. I told her Waterfalls was my favorite song in the entire world (at the moment, of course). So she asked me what it was about because I clearly knew all the words. I remember looking at her blankly and thinking 'wow you are so dumb mom!' I replied in a snotty and slightly bratty tone "um waterfalls, duh!"  BUZZZZZZ wrong. She read the lyrics line by line and explained the song was about a drug dealer and someone that had AIDS and they both died. So I was a little off thinking it was about going on vacation and seeing pretty waterfalls. Thanks Mom. 

This summer I rediscovered Eazy-E's Gimme That Nutt. To my surprise, I still remembered most of the words. As I was driving home one day jamming out and singing, ahem rapping, a little too loudly with the windows down, I realized what I was actually saying. Perhaps I would be wise to know the meaning behind the words I say. Not such a big deal now, but in sixth grade my friends and I thought this was the coolest song ever. Not so sure at sixth grade my friends and I should have been talking about all that business! I hadn't even open mouth kissed a boy at that point!! I was wise beyond my year's...or something like that... 

Okay, back to work.

shoulda, coulda, woulda

You know that moment when someone says or does something and it gets under your skin in the worst possible way? The moment when you are astonished someone could actually act that way, let alone to your face? You become so incredibly taken back by their words or actions and your mind goes a million miles per hour thinking how to react? More times than not, for me this is always a "shoulda, coulda, woulda" moment.

Hours later I ponder the incident and think of something so perfect and so right that I should have said or done. I string together all the right words with just enough sass and tact that could get my point of disdain and frustration across. The facial expressions I would choose to accompany the words would let that wrong doer (Of course they are the one that is wrong, I'm never wrong. Oh, and this is my blog so no debating that one - I'm always right.) that I'm not messing around.

The other night I was sitting and talking to my sister and one of her friends about things people have done or said to us. We were all so frustrated and appalled by these incidents, and we said to each other "oh I wanted to say - blah blah blah oh no you di'int (insert finger snap and head bob here)." We didn't actually do that in the  moment though. We all responded to these situations with a fake plastered on smile, bit our lips to fight back tears, made some remark as to dismiss the situation like it didn't actually affect us and walked away. Walking away doesn't mean we let it go. We are girls, of course we don't let it go. We sit. We think. We dwell. We plan. We conjure up what we should have, could have, and would have done if given the chance just one more time. We most definitely do not let it go.

I like the saying: the past is practice. I've come face to face with so many of these situations that I'm at the point right now where I'm fully aware when one is happening. My past has given me practice. I know that my response and reactions are not what I want them to actually be. I know I will walk away and think 'UGH shoulda, coulda, woulda!"  I'm all talk. I don't back it up. My bark is delayed and much bigger than my bite.

I really would like to decrease the number of shoulda, coulda, woulda moments in my life and increase the moments where I look back and think 'Yep, I did that. I am pretty f'n good.' I think the first step is deleting (or at least decreasing) my usage of words like "should", "could", and "would". Less trying and planning and more doing is what I need. I've got it figured out, now it's time to execute.

VD, I'd like to show you where to shove it.

I titled this "vd" instead of Valentine's Day simply for the fact that I thought it would be humorous if people thought I was blogging about an unwanted STD, which I do not have...an unwanted STD or any type of STD. Did the joke land? No? Moving on then, but for the record I have no STDs.

Valentine's Day, I'd like to show you where to shove it. I held off posting this until today. Had I created this lovely masterpiece yesterday it would have made me sound more lame and pathetic than usual with a dash of bitter and side loneliness. You're excited to read this now aren't you?

Valentine's Day is a lot like country music. Sometimes I really like it, and sometimes it's quite depressing. It's one of those things you really like, or you don't. There isn't much of an in between or grey area. I used to be in the group that loved Valentine's Day. It was an opportunity to buy Barbie Valentines and eat tons of candy without anyone stopping you. If you don't recall, I will refresh your memory: it was also my favorite day in elementary school. I excelled on Valentine's Day. I got my mom to buy the good candy, the coolest Valentines, and it was the day of all days to use my creativity and imagination on hardcore, bad ass boxes (yes, I just said hardcore, bad ass box...ha).  

Once I discovered boys (yes, Nate, I discovered them) the day took on a whole new face and place in my heart.  Barbie Valentines were a thing of the past replaced by flowers, teddy bears, and more adult-ish candy. Turns out flowers, stuffed animals and candy are some of my favorite things in the world. What's not to love!  I couldn't find anything not to love about this Hallmark holiday, until this year. Flowers, stuffed animals and candy were nonexistent. Bummer.  

Valentine's Day and country music, you kind of suck. I don't need a reminder that my life isn't the fairy tale I thought it would be, I have no boy planning for days what to do for me on Valentine's day, and I live with my parents, which I actually kind of like - but let's face it, I don't sound very cool (even though we all know I am a super cool chica) saying I'm 24, divorced, and living with my parents. ugh. The only thing that could make me more pathetic sounding is if I actually had an venereal disease, or I don't know...blogged about how Valentine's Day made me sad this year. Oh, wait...That is exactly what I'm doing.

The day wasn't a total depressing, pathetic bust. I had a yummy breakfast with good friends and lots of laughs and shoved my face full of food I didn't need with the best date ever - my sister.  Even better, my dad gave my sister and I money to do something on Valentine's Day. Yes, my dad took pity on us for being single and valentine-less. We  gladly accepted the pity and purchased greasy cheeseburgers and fruity drinks with fun umbrellas. I'm definitely one of those girls that buries my feelings with food. The sweeter, saltier, and greasier the better it works. Thank goodness Valentine's Day is only 24 hours. I would be on The Biggest Loser if it were a month long celebration of love and lovers.

Is there a country song about being alone on Valentine's Day? David Allen Coe should have added that to the end of his perfect country and western song. Alas, the 15th of February arrived and that silly holiday is over. The only reminder I have that I was alone on Valentine's Day is this blog, which I probably shouldn't have posted, but I spent my entire lunch hour typing it and everyone that reads this knows I was alone anyways. 

Not to worry, next year I will blog about how much better VD2011 was and how I am still STD free and not on The Biggest Loser. 

*for the record I think this post makes me sound more pathetic and depressed than I actually am. I didn't hate the day just disliked... a little. As with country music, I am not a huge fan right now; but the wind will shift, my mood will change, and I'll be in love with the day again.

my favorite day in school

In elementary, my favorite day in school was ALWAYS Valentine's day. What's not to love? I LOVED making a Valentine's Day box for my friends and classmates to fill with my favorite thing in the world - CANDY!  I remember my Valentine's Day box in 3rd grade; it was hard core. I'm not talking a little shoe box with construction paper hearts all over it; I'm talking hard. core. (the periods add emphasis - just an fyi) It was a robot! Oh man it was SO cool, I remember covering it in tinfoil and it had little heart eyes.  I had the best V-Day box in the class and then one girl who lived down the street, Laura, copied it. Ugh. Still makes me mad!  I bet she is still really chubby, too. Okay I'm not as bitter as I seem...or maybe I am...just a little.

In junior high and high school, once I moved to Nebraska, my favorite day was Bus Evacuation Day.  I never rode a bus in Iowa so this was pretty cool to get to do when we moved (yes I am that lame...I thought riding a school bus was fun and it was even more fun to learn how to evacuate the bus. Don't I get a few cool points for acknowledging and embracing my lameness? Yes, I feel as though I do...Okay let's continue).  I have no idea why I liked Bus Evacuation Day so much.  It took about 30 minutes and we got out of a class to go sit on the bus and learn about safety and how to get out of the bus in an emergency.  I think I liked this so much because: 

1. We got out of class. Duh. Always a good thing.

2. When we were getting on a bus another class was getting off, so that meant the older cute boys would see me.  Okay, that is kind of a lame reason. There were barely 100 people in my entire high school so pretty sure everyone saw everyone in our teeny little school with one main hallway.

3. We got to sit on the bus and if you were lucky, a boy would sit with you!  Cool kids in the back! It was always coolest to sit in the back. Everyone knows how to exit the front of the bus, but if you were sitting in back you got to exit the emergency exit, which for some reason excited me.

Okay, basically we can all come to the conclusion that I am entertained quite easily and I am fairly lame.

In college, my favorite day in school was always the day after the super bowl.  I was an Advertising major, which meant in every single advertising course we talked about the ads.  How great is that? Fifty minutes devoted to discussing television.  Not boring television either, the good, new and usually funny commercials.  I actually learned in these classes. I loved group discussions where we could talk about what worked and didn't work, how they could have reached the target audience more, which ads would resonate sales and which would be a complete flop. 

Well I'm not in college anymore, so I don't get to do this. Sad. Wait not so fast...I have an idea! This post is going to be devoted to the ads (as well as my lame stories of shoe box robots and sitting on a bus listen to the overweight bus driver tell us not to be to loud and stay seated).

I was a little unimpressed with some of the ads this year, but I did have some favorites.

As a whole, I thought Hyudai (woo sonatas!), Doritos, Coke and Bud Light did the best this year.

I really liked Doritos' first two commercials - the one with the little boy that slapped the guy and said "leave yo hands off my mama and leave yo hands off my Doritos!".  The commercial with the dog and the shock collar was clever, too.

Budlight had a TON of commercials this year, holy big budget!  The asteroid one was my favorite.  The house made of beer and the bridge one were kind of funny as well. 

Hyundai's Brett Favre commercial was really good. In my expert opinion, yes I am an advertising expert - and I have the oh so expensive piece paper to prove it, this was one of the best commercials. It was clever, funny, and perfect for the target audience.

I really liked the Griswold's commercial. This was for some homeaway.com thing, which I've never heard of. I'm biased just because the National Lampoon's Vacation movies are my favorite. It was great to see Beverly and Chevy, ahem I mean Sparky and Ellen.

Google's "French Love Story" was a pretty good commercial, too. I love google, and I google the crap out of anything and everything so I thought this was good.  I even liked that they spelled the Louvre/Louve wrong!

Finally, the Betty White Snickers commercial. I laughed the hardest at this one. Betty White is awesome. Snickers are awesome. This was great. Loved it.

I didn't like the Tim Tebow commercial - it was WAY too cheesy. It was lame...like real lame.  The commercial got a lot of hype before the commercial so I knew what it was going to be about, but had it not the message wouldn't have been very clear. The lameness distracted me too. Timmy and his mom need to focus on things other than a television career.  I didn't like the Doritos coffin commercial. This one was fairly creepy and just weird.  I'm tired of godaddy.com commercials, too. Blah.


I think it will be interesting to see if Dove's new body wash for men has a surge in sales. Clever commercial, in my opinion, but I'm not so sure a guy would like to buy "dove" soap. We'll see. More times than not, the ladies do the shopping anyways!

Okay, I have rambled a lot, which is no surprise, but I want to know what you guys thought about the commercials!  

Happy day after the Super Bowl, and hope you aren't all too hungover to comment!

today...not tomorrow

We've all heard the quote "never put off till tomorrow what you can do today". For some, it makes sense. For me, it's just one of those quotes I've heard, I can recite, and I can pretend to live by it. The truth of the matter is, I don't.

I am a HUGE fan and avid practicer of procrastination. Is 'practicer' even a word? For the sake of this blog, let's just pretend it is. I digress (which you will soon learn and either love or loathe that I go off on tangents and ramble a crap ton - ps a crap ton is a whole lot), from time to time I tend to put things off until tomorrow or maybe even the next day just because I can.

Things are changing. I'm changing. The time is now. I've got things I want to change about myself and work on, and today is the day...not tomorrow.

I made a list of 24 things I want to do when I am 24 and number 1 on the list is "Start, maintain, and keep a blog for 1 year". I thought I'd start the blog on my birthday and begin 24 with a bang. Makes sense right? Yeah, of course it does. In my head it does. Waiting a few more days also seems to be procrastinating. Why not just start the blog today?

So here you have it. My blog. Will people read it? Probably not. Do I care? eh...not really. Starting a blog is on my list and gosh darn it...I want to cross off 24 items on my 24 item list.

ps I googled it...you will also learn I google and urban dictionary almost everything...I believe practicer is in fact a word.