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Elizabethan Gangstas.  Original since 1597, Sir!

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Me to my DVD player: "And I keep hittin repeat -peat, -peat, -peat, -peat..."

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Public Service Announcement: Caveat Emptor

Count your money and check your bills before buying gasolina!!!  Instead of giving a 7 Eleven thief (clerk) three dollar bills, I gave her TWENTY-TWO dollars.  Long story short: I'm still awaiting a response from the Franchise Owners Association of 7-Eleven regarding the matter.  For the win!

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A male child needed my help working the controller for this game system at work the other day.  He didn't need help in an "I'm Amish so what's electricity?" sense.  He needed help in a "This contraption is too archaic for my modern abilities" sense.  Of course.

...Help me!  I'm old :(

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yes. Yes. Yes! YES. YES!

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Ode to Shorts I Cannot Yet Wear

How flawlessly you taunt me so!

Adorning women smaller than I

My love handles refuse your hold!

Nevertheless I wish you were nigh

Yes, I had choice of your larger kinsman

But you were on the most desirable rack

Reserved for a more waify waste line

For us, I have a definite plan

An old Taebo DVD to refine my back

Come next Summer, we'll be oh so fine.

--Written by Marcie Jordan--

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If you're a web addict like myself, you've probably glimpsed, scanned, read, possibly even deeply analyzed the internet commentary on Jennifer Love Hewitt's very public admission of limerence (fancy word for attraction) towards Maroon 5 frontman, Adam Levine.  If you're not, quit lying, okay?  

At a glance Jennifer's painful, yet adorable juvenile moment - which should've been sponsored by Sweetheart's candies - was just that.  A moment.  It should've been easily forgotten just like every other story tailor made for a slow news day.  Yet here I am, talking about it days later.  Why, you may ask?  Because Miss Hewitt can't seem to get over it herself.  I personally can stand in solidarity with Love when it comes to a cute guy.  No, I've never expressed my attractions towards a crush on national television  And why should I?  So something like this can happen?  

The fact that JLH is publicly living a lot of females' (young and old) worst nightmare - aside from death with a ringless left hand.  We don't have to feel like the odd girl out when it comes to grappling with the fear of sharing our crushes with others.  In just the last year, I've had the most devastating crush of my life, thus far, and only one of my really, really good friends know the guy's name.  Does the guy know?  Probably because I only blew up his inbox like some love kamikaze with the most inane questions and statements.  I was so humiliated for my dignity that I went so far as to delete him from my friends list, add him again...then finally delete him.  I'm almost over it but I'm sure I'd be ruined if it were more public than me, myself, and my best friend.

In a nutshell:  Life goes on, Love :D

P.S. Thanks for being human like the rest of us gals ;D 

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Forever a BackStreet Girl...(Woman)

If nothing else in the world is capable of making one feel ancient, female youth and their boy band fandom can definitely do the trick.  Enter, One Direction and resident heart throb Harry Styles.  The revelation that my childhood days are steadily sinking down the drain of all things past and old, came about as I was at work, monitoring various children during after school drop-in.  Two fifth graders, *Amy and *Nicole, were scrolling through Google images of Harry and speculating as to whether or not he was dating...whatever-her-name-is?  I honestly wouldn't know.  I mean, I am an adult after all, therefore tween matters just aren't my forte.  As I caught what would be my first valid glimpse of Mr. Styles, despite the fact that One Direction - do they go by OD for short? -  has been collecting clout for some time now, all I could think of was how Harry's hipster appearance wouldn't even be worthy of Amy and Nicole's glitter and poster crafts if he had to compete with Nick Carter during the Backstreet Boys' prime.  

Like an avalanche, the weight of my progression in age (which I am very thankful for...really.) began to tumble down upon me.  Over a decade ago, I was just like Amy and Nicole, I mean without the full utilization of Google because let's face it: The internet wasn't that great back then.  But trade in search engine stalking for every issue of Tiger Beat and that one legit Angelfire fan page and you have yourself a pretty hardcore fangirl.  Then I began to ponder, if I were a tween in the 2010s, would I be boy band crazy?  Would I know the word to every single song and relationship status of every member?  I'm still pretty down for belting out "I'll Never Break Your Heart" without missing a beat and knowing the choreography to "Everybody (Backstreet's Back)" without tripping myself up.  That said, though I have a bit of a sting when it comes to the apparent gap between my birth date and the conception of Amy and Nicole, I'm finally excited to be a member of the "Kids These Days Don't Know What Good Music Is" club.  As for my dues?  Those were paid the day boy bands of the 90s drifted into obscurity.  

*Names have been changed due to any resulting hostility from my fellow BSB diehards.

**No, I'm not a photographer.  Of course these pictures don't belong to me.

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Still in that current phase where Felicity and Noel should've ended up together.  It'll pass.