My new favorite song: Nothing

Pedro The Lion: Nothing

If only the rules were
built upon philosophy that I embraced
I'd hug your neck and kiss your face,
but it's very obvious
that your ideals are not for me.
You'll tell me what to do
but you will see that I do as I please.

Cause I want to
do it my way,
and I want to fly,
I want to
do it my way,
cause I want to fly.

The problem with rules is
they alienate the criminals
when whose to say
if what they did was wrong that day.
If you'd open your mind up
you'd see that there is nothing
that's always wrong.
No matter what you say,
it's just not true that
there's only one way.

Cause I want to
do it my way,
cause I want to fly,
I want to
do it my way,
and I want to fly.

I hope we have ourselves
an understanding.
I hope we have ourselves
an understanding.
I hope we have ourselves
an understanding.

Drunk guys are dumb

So last night I met my friend Courtney for a quick drink in Newport Beach. (I felt a little guilty since my BFF Rachel was having a dinner party I had to pass on due to the travel time and babysitting cost...) But a cocktail? I was sitting on my bed shredding old bills when Court sent the text around 7 p.m. Couldn't pass it up.

So we met at Gulfstream (Rach's old restaurant - and I'm sorry to say the service sucked - they need you). I hadn't even reached the front door before this drunk dude started hitting on me. He was amusing at first, but it quickly crossed over to obnoxious. In a sober state, he seemed like he may be a cool, sincere (though not at all my type) guy. But drunk, he was just an idiot.

Guys, if you're in your 30s (or a 35-year-old MBA student, as this guy was), why on earth would you think smart, professional women would be interested in a dude acting like a frat boy? Seriously. We're old enough and smart enough to know not to be impressed by that.

I speak for myself, and my girlfriends, that women want a guy we can carry on a good conversation with. Sparks are important, of course, but we want a level playing field, not some guy falling and fawning all over us. So, take note: we're not impressed by your excessive compliments or flattery - or outlandish drunken behavior. If you want to meet us, stay sober and show a little maturity. Or go out with your guy friends and spend the evening hitting on 20-somethings, or whores. But leave us quality girls alone.

Cheeses that please us

I don't like wine (I've tried to no avail) but I love cheese. I'm not a fromage connoisseur by any means, but I'm learning.

My favorites are Idiazabel, a sharp, smoky cheese from Spain, and Tilston Point, a nutty Wisconsin blue cheese.

I always want to try new varieties, so please share! Are you a cheese lover? What are your favorites?

Turn the Lights Out!

Help save the earth today by simply flicking off your light switches and kickin' it in the dark for an hour. It could actually be fun - especially if you're with your hunny, am I right?

Earth Hour invites people around the world to turn out the lights from 8-9 p.m. tonight in your local time zone, in an effort to conserve energy and our priceless earth.

For more information, click here.

Shout out to Shana

I want to send this shout out to my far-away BFF Shana for her constant support, and for being one of The Paper Posy's most loyal readers - and commenters!

Shana and I met at school in Austria. I remember the first day I met her, she tackled me with the hugest bear hug. It was rather uncomfortable for me at first, but I soon grew to love her hugs. We have so many great memories eating pizza and coke with no ice at the local cafe in our small Austrian village. I look forward to getting back up to Seattle to visit her soon. She's one of the sweetest, kindest people I know - and you'd be lucky to know her too!



(This is a photo of Shana as a little girl, posing for an animatronic figure for Epcot Center in late '70s/early '80s (date?). Her dad, George, is an amazing designer for The Walt Disney Company and responsible for some of the amazing features and attractions in the parks!)

My job hunt...

I've been looking for a new job the past few weeks. There's a reason they call it Monster.com. It's a grueling process. Can't I just nap instead?

When my full-time position at SqueezeOC was cut, I just couldn't bare doing event listings 20 hours a week anymore. I wanted a change, so I cut back to part-time (writing for the Family/Life section + OCMoms) and started freelancing for local pubs.

Freelancing paid off for a few months but as the new year rolled around, the market seemed to freeze on me. I know freelancing takes time and tenacity, but I'm a place in my life now where smooth and steady is what's required. So, with that said, I'm looking for a full-time job.


I appreciate your prayers and positive thoughts...


P.S. Today marks the three month anniversary of this blog! Woo-eee!

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