Category Archives: marriage

Sundays Were Made For Confessions

Some people hate penalty kick endings, but I freaking live for them.

I’m so outrageously happy that this is already a gif so I can watch it over and over again. Not gonna lie… almost fell on the floor when that happened. Seriously, I think I briefly lost feeling all over my body from the “Oh, shit. That was incredible” excitement you get from these sorts of things.

I actually got reckless with my body positioning during the penalty kicks and irritated my sunburn and entered acute pain mode again. So worth it.

Confession: I think I might love soccer more than football and March Madness combined.

Also, in 2042, my kid is gonna be on the US World Cup championship team… provided that he inherits my obsession with soccer and his dad  has good strong soccer player legs. I think I’m gonna have spouse tryouts someday. Like make 10-100 eligible men line up and kick a soccer ball. Whoever can kick the farthest wins. Actually, I’m probably going to expand that to ball control exercises… and probably all soccer drills, now that I’m really thinking about this. Whoever is best overall is my soulmate.

It’s gonna be medieval.

Marriage isn’t about love. It’s about goals (I’m so punny) and genetics.

Stress About America, Not Marriage

So… State of the Union drinking game… I got a little too drunk. Thank goodness we didn’t have class today. Before you judge me, keep in mind that the outlook has been kind of bleak as of late. Empty promises and false hope all across the board. It’s a difficult thing to stomach without significant intoxication.

The weird thing about my drunk habits is that I always overdress for bedtime. On a sober night, I just sleep in undies and a t-shirt. After a drunk night, I wake up wearing every article of clothing I own. This morning, I got out of bed wearing my Steelers sweats, an IUP t-shirt, and a Penn State hoodie. My intoxicated dressing habits indicate that I’m subconsciously missing the homeland A LOT.

Speaking of home…

‘Cause it’s a long and rugged road
And we don’t know where it’s headed
But we know it’s gonna get us where we’re going
And when we find what we’re looking for
We’ll drop these bags and search no more
‘Cause it’s gonna feel like heaven when we’re home
– The Wailin’ Jennys

Relevant (from 10/2/11): Maybe I need to go everywhere not because I’m a transient non-settler but because I actually believe in home and settling more than anything so I’m desperately searching for exactly the right place?

And the truth is I’ve been dreaming of some tired tranquil place
Where the weather won’t get trapped inside my bones
And if all these years of searching, I find one sympathetic face
Then it’s there I’ll plant these seeds and make my home
– June on the West Coast, Bright Eyes

Yep. More than three months later, I can conclude that the previous sentiment was, in fact, an accurate assessment.

This is also why I have real problems with even getting to the point of considering a relationship with a guy. I mean, some of that does have to do with the Matt disaster, but even before him, I refused to date anyone seriously because I just didn’t like any of them enough. I’m picky, but it’s because I believe in passionate living way too much. And I’m not going to settle down in a place or with a person until I know it’s absolutely worthwhile… in that it has the potential to be exactly right.

A huge part of me knows that home is Pittsburgh because I guess that’s my ultimate goal but there’s obviously something else that’s pulling me away from Pittsburgh and making me need to explore everything. Maybe it’s so I know, with certainty, that Pittsburgh is the place? Maybe I have to know for certain that what I’m looking for isn’t someplace else and that it was in Pittsburgh the whole time. Or I guess the other possibility is that it isn’t Pittsburgh and that’s the reason I left. Which makes me sad because I want it to be Pittsburgh. But obviously, the reason I didn’t stay is because my soul is in search of something else. Or maybe Pittsburgh is the place but I’m subconsciously in search of the person to establish a sense of home with. I don’t know. All I know is that I’m here in Mobile right now. And probably half starting over in New Orleans next January. And then going from there.

It’s hard to feel panicked about anything when you don’t even know what it is that you’re looking for.

And the fact that girls are starting to become afraid of the fact that they might end up as a lonely crazy cat lady with a tedious life is insanity to me. First of all, I would never let my life become lonely because I inherently just stumble across good people who become my lifelong friends. Secondly, I’m never going to have cats. I generally hate them. I might be a crazy dog lady, I guess. That doesn’t even sound so bad though. Thirdly, tedious? Yeah, that’s not gonna happen either. I don’t know how it’s possible to feel like life is uneventful when there’s so much to do and see. And there are always ways you can channel your boredom into helping other people also.

So, I guess even in the worst case scenario of perpetually being single until I die, life still seems pretty damn awesome. Still getting a boat no matter what happens. And having the time and resources and lack of obligations to allow me to actually travel the world regularly seems awesome too. Life is what you make of it. Don’t be stressing about how you feel like you’re not going to get what you want. Make it what you want, no matter what the situation is.

Plus, I feel like all guys our age are just developmentally behind in some way. They don’t have the same values or motivation. I’m tired of babysitting. But I’m not ready to date 30 year olds either. Maybe in another 3-4 years I will be. We’ll see what happens.

So, all that stress that’s out there… I just don’t feel it or understand it. I really really have no idea why everyone else is FREAKING OUT about this. Let’s all just relax, ladies. Don’t define yourself by the existence of men in your life. Live it up. That’s what our twenties were for. Honestly, once you have that first kid, your little black dresses will never look the same, if you can even fit back into them at all. And you won’t have time to go out and wear them either. I’m really seeing no perks of being married right now. It all seems like one big disadvantage to me. Date men, yes. Marry them, no. Freak out about not being married, DEFINITELY NOT.

Like The Love That Let Us Share Our Name

It’s true that as you get older, you get along better with your parents.

My mom’s current favorite band is the Avett Brothers. She apparently listened to them quite a lot in Tennessee on the drive back to NY a few weeks ago.

And her response to my excitement about being able to buy wine at Target was exactly as follows… “Is it bum wine?” Ahahaha.

If you’re not familiar with bum wine, this is a good resource.

One weekend, I found a huge bottle of Taylor Port at home and I was like “Mom, WTF. This is bum wine,” and her response was “What’s that mean?” so then I had to explain and THEN she was like “Oh, have you ever had Wild Irish Rose? We used to drink that all the time!” Gross.

My mom is a crazy person. I personally have never had any bum wine but Ed and Matt and a few other people were trying to do the bum wine world tour and it was terrible to be around them. It makes you act weird. And smell weird. Bum wine is the line for me, along with certain brands of tequila. Tequila is one of those things you just can’t drink as you get older. By your early twenties, too many bad nights have started with tequila and your brain starts to link it with disaster. Vodka tastes like nothing. But tequila’s distinct flavor will forever taste like hangover now.

My mom also apparently got a little too drunk with the neighbors one night a few months ago and she like slipped on the bank between their house and ours and my dad had to support her the rest of the walk home. Which still makes me smile so hard when I think about her telling the story.

Based on the fact that my parents were super super super strict while I was growing up, these things surprise me. My mom was crazy in her twenties and traveled around with her friends in a van every summer when they didn’t have to work because they were teachers, guidance counselors, etc and had the summers off. She didn’t marry my dad until she was 33 and she didn’t have me until she was almost 35 and then she had two more kids, 2 and 4 years later. She’s the reason I refuse to feel any pressure to settle down and get married any time soon.

Until you meet the nearly perfect man for you, just keep living it up. You have time. My mom refused to settle and then she met my dad and they got married before they’d even been dating a whole year because they knew almost immediately that it was right, I guess. And now they’ve been married for 26 years.

It seems like it’s really common for moms to go from crazy to conservative then back to crazy when their kids are all grown up. A few other people have said the same thing have happened to theirs. I like my crazy mom better. Especially now that she hates the Republican party because they’re ridiculous. Republicans, if you can turn my mother (the lifelong hardcore Republican) into a Democrat, then you’re doing something wrong. Way wrong.

Also, someone posted a picture of kids saying the Pledge of Allegiance on Facebook and the caption was:

We no longer do this for… fear… of Offending Someone !!! Let’s see how many Americans will re-post this .

Then my mom (she’s a principal) responded with:

I love the picture but have an issue with the commentary…WE DO do this every day in our schools. Those who choose not to salute may remain seated while others salute. Remember that the same CONSTITUTION that protects OUR freedom also protects the freedom of all.

Haha… badass. My mom is awesome.

Drew says he’s going to take my computer away if I don’t stop writing blogs about nothing because he knows I’m using it to procrastinate. Good luck, buddy.