How's that for a throwback to "The 40-year-old Virgin?"
Anyways, I just bought her new CD, because, as I told Alex, we have to support "our Kelly." Which is funny considering we have a friend named Kelly and I wasn't referring to her, even though she is, indeed, our Kelly, but not a Kelly who records music. At least, as far as I know.
Anyway, Alex and I love Kelly Clarkson and we both fight over who loves her more and this one of the things that made me first realize that I could like this silly red headed boy. Because who can resist a boy who says Lauren Graham is the hottest thing since Kelly Clarkson? Who says that? Seriously? So since Kelly Clarkson played a part in me finding my future husband, I figure the least I can do is purchase her new CD which has been shrouded in controversy since day one. Perez Hilton has been talking about how this album is going to suck for months now and everywhere I turn, people say they hate her new single.
But I gotta say, I kinda like it. Sure, it's a little "Debbie Downer," but who hasn't gone through that before? Two years ago, I was right there with Kelly and probably would have put this entire album on repeat and sang it melodramatically while driving around in the old Sentra, because, you know what? Sometimes life sucks and the only thing that makes you feel better is singing along with other miserable people.
Was there a point to this post? Not really. And for that I apologize.
We'll return to your regularly scheduled wedding blogs soon. Those are way better than my uninformed album reviews.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Not so mighty, y'all
Alex and I went to the drive in Saturday night and it was fantastic. We treated ourselves to a cozy date for two while watching, "Evan Almighty," "Knocked Up," and "Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer."
"Evan Almighty" was fantastically disappointing. I was rooting for this one since I loved "Bruce Almighty" and I adore Steve Carrell and Lauren Graham. But Wanda Sykes stole the show and the entire movie, which should give you a pretty good idea of how BAD it was. The guy who plays Andy Bernard on "The Office" had a cameo or two and that was also a highlight. But...the movie itself was lame-o. Alex and I both hated it and it pained us to diss on something our beloved Michael Scott was in, but what can you do? It sucked. The plot was so stupid and get this: the ark is just a giant acronym. Seriously.
I was going to say other things, but now I'm depressed from thinking about how much I wanted "Evan Almighty" to succeed and it totally bombed at the box office this weekend. Poor Steve Carrell. I love him. Does he have a potentially controversial album coming out soon that I can buy based on principle alone? Because I'm so not above that.
"Evan Almighty" was fantastically disappointing. I was rooting for this one since I loved "Bruce Almighty" and I adore Steve Carrell and Lauren Graham. But Wanda Sykes stole the show and the entire movie, which should give you a pretty good idea of how BAD it was. The guy who plays Andy Bernard on "The Office" had a cameo or two and that was also a highlight. But...the movie itself was lame-o. Alex and I both hated it and it pained us to diss on something our beloved Michael Scott was in, but what can you do? It sucked. The plot was so stupid and get this: the ark is just a giant acronym. Seriously.
I was going to say other things, but now I'm depressed from thinking about how much I wanted "Evan Almighty" to succeed and it totally bombed at the box office this weekend. Poor Steve Carrell. I love him. Does he have a potentially controversial album coming out soon that I can buy based on principle alone? Because I'm so not above that.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
I'll be missing you
Alex comes home tonight from a whopping 3 day long business trip, but I am SO GLAD to see him. You'd think he would have been gone for 3 weeks, the way I've been acting. But seriously...I need someone to talk to. These dogs are not kids, no matter how much I spoil them. They have yet to respond in any kind of verbage and it makes me sad. Momma needs to talk!
It doesn't help that Alex's house is creepy with a capital, 'CREEP.' I keep hearing weird sounds and visions of serial killers and monsters dance through my head. I slept on the couch with two (2!) lights on. It didn't help that Murphy woke me up at 4 am whining and barking and trying to physically leap out of the living room window. And he would NOT calm down. I finally put a pillow over my face and went back to sleep.
To make things even better, I woke up this morning to find a large quantity of poop in the corner. I suspect that was his act of defiance because I wouldn't let him go outside at 4 am. Boo!
In completely unrelated new: Justin Timberlake is still hot, y'all. I just watched his new "Lovestoned" video. And dang, that is a good looking man.
It doesn't help that Alex's house is creepy with a capital, 'CREEP.' I keep hearing weird sounds and visions of serial killers and monsters dance through my head. I slept on the couch with two (2!) lights on. It didn't help that Murphy woke me up at 4 am whining and barking and trying to physically leap out of the living room window. And he would NOT calm down. I finally put a pillow over my face and went back to sleep.
To make things even better, I woke up this morning to find a large quantity of poop in the corner. I suspect that was his act of defiance because I wouldn't let him go outside at 4 am. Boo!
In completely unrelated new: Justin Timberlake is still hot, y'all. I just watched his new "Lovestoned" video. And dang, that is a good looking man.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Freaking out or something like it
So I'm freaking out. Preparations for Union '07 are going smoothly enough, and yet, I am FREAKING OUT.
Apparently, I want to keep all of my stuff and stay in my ridiculously small one bedroom apartment and hug all of my care bears on my twin bed for the rest of my life. You wouldn't think that this would be true, but judging from the fifty times I cried and turned to Alex and said, "Are you SURE you want to marry ME!?!?!?!?!?!?," today, I think it's a distinct possibility.
And it's not like I'm not excited. I'm thrilled, THRILLED I tell ya, to be getting married. I had visions of becoming the crazy old lady with lots of cats for quite some time now, so I'm pleased that instead, I will be a part of the crazy old couple with too many dogs.
I've heard of girls having trouble combining their life with a man before, but I never thought that it'd affect me, because I am the girl who packed up and moved to Arkansas and then to Ohio all by my lonesome. And went to China by myself...because it'd be fun? So I've always viewed myself as kinda sorta adventurous. Which is why I am so surprised that I am not jumping up and down and throwing my earthly possessions at my future's husband's face and yelling, "Move it baby!"
Today, as I sat and folded clothes from circa 2000, I lost it and cried sad, sad tears into the black garbage bag that held my past fashion faux pas. Because that shirt! I wore it in college! Back when I was skinny and shy! Now I'm fat and sort-of-not-shy and what if I forget about a time when when I was skinny and shy and my biggest headache of the day was which homework assignment to do first? I can't do it! I can't find a fold in the time/space continuum and go back and recreate those heady, early days of school when the world was my oyster and I was going to make a difference, dammit! And this ugly shirt from Old Navy represents ALL of that and if I give it away in the black garbage bag of doom, then I will lose that part of me FOREVER and Goodwill will eat and not take care of it and hold its hand and caress it and make it feel special like I have made it special.
I never said I was logical. I probably should have mentioned that earlier.
Anyway, I suppose I just feel like I'm losing a part of myself. That the old Cora is going away and a new one is muscling her way in; a new Cora with a different last name and a different address and a ring on her finger. And while there is nothing wrong with those things, it just feels like....not me. I have found myself unable to easily balance our wants and desires when it comes to Alex's house. Because my pink bathroom accessories and approximately 20,000 care bears don't fit into Alex's manly bachelor pad of a house. I am afraid I will either become a shrew and demand that the house look like Cora's house only or acquiesce and the house will still look like Alex's only. But I feel so bad bringing my things into his home and have asked him numerous times if he liked it and was it okay and don't those bookshelves look better with actual books on them, right, right, right????
And this is not to say that Alex has not been the most phenomenal guy ever about the whole thing. He is in no way, shape, or form trying to change me or mold me or anything. Frankly, he doesn't care what enters this house, just as long as I come with it. (He gave me this speech while in the drive thru at Wendy's waiting for a Vanilla Frosty Float. No, that is NOT South Beach Diet approved.) So I could probably bring in a rainbow banner and hang it up on the bedroom wall and he'd make a face and look at me and when I said, "I have to have it or we can't live together," he'd go "Okay," and kiss me and there the banner would hang. Because he really is that awesome, people. It takes a special man to put up with my neurosis and he does it well.
So why am I freaking out? I've got an awesome fiance who puts up with all of my crap with a reassuring smile and hug, a dog who loves his dog, and a house waiting for me to put my decorative touch on it? Because in all of this, I have to find myself anew and make the old Cora work with the new Cora, who in turns works with Alex to make a happy home. And that my friends, is terrifying. It's difficult to let go and even more difficult when you're taking someone else into account. Good thing I've got 4 more months to figure this out in my head.
Until then, I'll be breathing into this brown paper bag if you need me.
Apparently, I want to keep all of my stuff and stay in my ridiculously small one bedroom apartment and hug all of my care bears on my twin bed for the rest of my life. You wouldn't think that this would be true, but judging from the fifty times I cried and turned to Alex and said, "Are you SURE you want to marry ME!?!?!?!?!?!?," today, I think it's a distinct possibility.
And it's not like I'm not excited. I'm thrilled, THRILLED I tell ya, to be getting married. I had visions of becoming the crazy old lady with lots of cats for quite some time now, so I'm pleased that instead, I will be a part of the crazy old couple with too many dogs.
I've heard of girls having trouble combining their life with a man before, but I never thought that it'd affect me, because I am the girl who packed up and moved to Arkansas and then to Ohio all by my lonesome. And went to China by myself...because it'd be fun? So I've always viewed myself as kinda sorta adventurous. Which is why I am so surprised that I am not jumping up and down and throwing my earthly possessions at my future's husband's face and yelling, "Move it baby!"
Today, as I sat and folded clothes from circa 2000, I lost it and cried sad, sad tears into the black garbage bag that held my past fashion faux pas. Because that shirt! I wore it in college! Back when I was skinny and shy! Now I'm fat and sort-of-not-shy and what if I forget about a time when when I was skinny and shy and my biggest headache of the day was which homework assignment to do first? I can't do it! I can't find a fold in the time/space continuum and go back and recreate those heady, early days of school when the world was my oyster and I was going to make a difference, dammit! And this ugly shirt from Old Navy represents ALL of that and if I give it away in the black garbage bag of doom, then I will lose that part of me FOREVER and Goodwill will eat and not take care of it and hold its hand and caress it and make it feel special like I have made it special.
I never said I was logical. I probably should have mentioned that earlier.
Anyway, I suppose I just feel like I'm losing a part of myself. That the old Cora is going away and a new one is muscling her way in; a new Cora with a different last name and a different address and a ring on her finger. And while there is nothing wrong with those things, it just feels like....not me. I have found myself unable to easily balance our wants and desires when it comes to Alex's house. Because my pink bathroom accessories and approximately 20,000 care bears don't fit into Alex's manly bachelor pad of a house. I am afraid I will either become a shrew and demand that the house look like Cora's house only or acquiesce and the house will still look like Alex's only. But I feel so bad bringing my things into his home and have asked him numerous times if he liked it and was it okay and don't those bookshelves look better with actual books on them, right, right, right????
And this is not to say that Alex has not been the most phenomenal guy ever about the whole thing. He is in no way, shape, or form trying to change me or mold me or anything. Frankly, he doesn't care what enters this house, just as long as I come with it. (He gave me this speech while in the drive thru at Wendy's waiting for a Vanilla Frosty Float. No, that is NOT South Beach Diet approved.) So I could probably bring in a rainbow banner and hang it up on the bedroom wall and he'd make a face and look at me and when I said, "I have to have it or we can't live together," he'd go "Okay," and kiss me and there the banner would hang. Because he really is that awesome, people. It takes a special man to put up with my neurosis and he does it well.
So why am I freaking out? I've got an awesome fiance who puts up with all of my crap with a reassuring smile and hug, a dog who loves his dog, and a house waiting for me to put my decorative touch on it? Because in all of this, I have to find myself anew and make the old Cora work with the new Cora, who in turns works with Alex to make a happy home. And that my friends, is terrifying. It's difficult to let go and even more difficult when you're taking someone else into account. Good thing I've got 4 more months to figure this out in my head.
Until then, I'll be breathing into this brown paper bag if you need me.
Saturday, June 09, 2007
The Site
Alex has been working hard on a wedding website and I put it on my facebook page, but failed to post it here on the old internet blog. So, please, go here and take a look around. And please, please, please sign the guestbook. Alex is obsessed with people signing the guestbook and it's breaking his little heart that no one has signed as of yet. So, please, take pity on our little redheaded computer programmer and leave some love on the website he put together at the behest of his fiancee.
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Monday, June 04, 2007
Why hasn't anyone told me that Facebook contains WAY better hunting grounds than MySpace? Granted, it's a bit more personal because you have to be friends in order to really get the goods on people, but it's still good spying nonetheless. Of course, I did wait until after I was engaged to bother getting into this kind of stuff, because, YEAH, I am that shallow. I want to show off my shiny new status with people I haven't talked to in 800 years. Does that make me a bad person?
I can't hear you if you answered "yes."
I can't hear you if you answered "yes."
Sunday, June 03, 2007
Red, Red, Red
Today, we went to the Strawberry Festival and I got sunburned. I also got chocolate covered strawberries, so it evens out.
I'm pleased to announce that Alex and I officially purchased home decorations together this weekend. It's like we're getting married or something. I will have to take pictures of them to post, but we scored a great painting of downtown Dayton on the river and then two super cute (to me, anyways) homemade, crafty, wooden, personalized, thingies that most grandmas have in their home. But they were too cute and I wanted them for my own house. Again, pictures would make this post a lot better, but I've been cleaning Alex's house in preparation for Union '07 and then relaxed by stalking people on MySpace.
And who has time to take pictures and post them, when you're trying to figure out where people are living, if they are still dating and/or married, and if they still look the same? Seriously, people, why are you hiding? I want to know what is going on with you. Post on your blogs! Make your MySpace profiles public! Or, even better, GET on MySpace! Come on! Cora wants to stalk!
**Edited to add: I kept reading "public" as "pubic." Those are two very, very different things. Which, while we're on the topic, I need to get my eyes checked out. I think I need glasses. Which completely sucks because my good insurance from my old job is out and I'm (not so) patiently waiting for the new job's insurance to kick in. I sincerely hope I don't go blind by then.
I'm pleased to announce that Alex and I officially purchased home decorations together this weekend. It's like we're getting married or something. I will have to take pictures of them to post, but we scored a great painting of downtown Dayton on the river and then two super cute (to me, anyways) homemade, crafty, wooden, personalized, thingies that most grandmas have in their home. But they were too cute and I wanted them for my own house. Again, pictures would make this post a lot better, but I've been cleaning Alex's house in preparation for Union '07 and then relaxed by stalking people on MySpace.
And who has time to take pictures and post them, when you're trying to figure out where people are living, if they are still dating and/or married, and if they still look the same? Seriously, people, why are you hiding? I want to know what is going on with you. Post on your blogs! Make your MySpace profiles public! Or, even better, GET on MySpace! Come on! Cora wants to stalk!
**Edited to add: I kept reading "public" as "pubic." Those are two very, very different things. Which, while we're on the topic, I need to get my eyes checked out. I think I need glasses. Which completely sucks because my good insurance from my old job is out and I'm (not so) patiently waiting for the new job's insurance to kick in. I sincerely hope I don't go blind by then.
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