Making One Year - the Cusacks

Tomorrow I have been successfully married for one year. Successfully I say because I am not divorced, dissatisfied or pregnant. Not that pregnancy is a sign of an unsuccessful marriage, it was just one of the items I had on my list entitled "Top Ten Things Not To Do While Married For the First Year". Yeah, it's a mouthful.

But I'm happy, he's happy and I am going to give him the best anniversary present ever. hee hee. No, it's not a baby.

Anyhoo - have a great weekend bitches :D

On why Facebook is weird

Facebook is a scary scary scary place at times. I would just like to take a moment to point that out.

Why?

Well, remember those kids in high school that you were friends with for a whole of 12 months and then, because high school is the land of hormones, misunderstandings, betrayals and petty jealousies, these 'friends' stopped talking to you and made your life a living hell (even if you were the innocent party, the fact of the matter is that three or four of them ganged up on you because you wouldn't back down)? Oh, this doesn't make sense to anyone but me?

Sorry.

Anyhoo - Facebook is the land of second chances as well. those 'friends' who would tease you, freeze you and ultimately try to make you go insane have now forgotten what they have done to you and suddenly want to be your best friend again. It's sometimes very sickening (puke worthy), sometimes cathartic (for both parties) and most of the time, for the first few months, it's just downright strange.

It's weird when Mean Girls want to be BFF's. However, doesn't everyone deserve a second chance...and by everyone I mean people that haven't committed a crime so heinous that it doesn't involve scrotum snipping or perineum paralysis.

So for all those that have the memory of a goldfish, I say sure, I'll friend you and so will the Guild of Traumatized and Hesitant Adults. You know what, sometimes it's great to be back in touch with those that have shunned you in high school. Other times, it's just nice to know that you've turned out nicer, better-looking and most likely saner than them.

On turning a different age and the perils of eating wax...

'allo Gentle Readers -

I have turned a 27 as of yesterday at 5:24pm. I am an Aries with a Libra rising and an Aquarius Moon. I like to relax with a beer and a book and I love new music, sweets, baking and Mexican food. I've been trying to finish a novel since High School, in which it is quite possible that I have reached my peak, and I like to snuggle against my husband like I'm a cat (to which he doesn't always respond well because I am tall and sort of bony). What does any of that mean?

Nothing really. 24 hours doesn't change you. I don't feel older or younger, I don't feel wiser or more naive or whatever. I simply feel - warm. Not just the weather (in which it has been the nicest it has ever been since I was about 9) but because my husband loves me, my sisters love me, my parents tolerate me (hee hee?) and my friends like me. Facebook, the artificial generator of friendship, actually made me feel good. I think, this may have been the second birthday in a long time in which I wasn't very very depressed.

Now, wax. As it is almost impossible to not imbibe wax when the candles on are on your birthday cake, do yourself a favor and don't choke on it. It'll save you a trip to the hospital and despite what you may think, it is a not a good story to tell next year when you are eating pudding with a flameless candle. No, this never happened to me - it happened to a "friend" of mine.

Happy April guys. 


look at the stars
look how they shine for you

Mood:   -- Loved
 

Oh Yeah - bum bum

Just in time for Easter, this is the chocolate edition of best candy imo.


As a child we didn't have a lot of money so candy wasn't exactly something that was available all of the time. Chocolate was even rarer (not to make it sound like I lived during the Great Depression and we were rationed) but we had cookies and my mother would try to bake -- needless to say, when I got candy it was like living the high life (so much as any young child could ever really live the high life).


The first candy on this list is a beloved favorite even know. At one point it had the tag line, "Two for me, none for you" - which really just encouraged selfishness. Anyway, my favorite commercial was the below.




8 Twix





I can distinctly remember watching this right after 21 Jump Street, because as a three year old, about to turn four, that show was incredibly appropriate :). I also remember having a huge crush on Mr. Depp and the Asian guy whose name I can, regrettably, no longer recall -- /edit - it's Dustin Nguyen. Ah hell yeah.


 

9. M&Ms

Does anyone remember when m&m's weren't the color of rainbows? Before there were purple and blue there was  dark brown and light brown. Affectionately referred to as the shit colors. 

I have a few picture of me as a young child eating the regular m&m's and boy oh boy, I was an adorable kid.

Anyway, it wasn't until I was much older did I start loving the peanut m&ms.

10. Snickers

 

 This wrapper, found on the internet courtesty of mmemes.com , was advised to be sold a month after my birthday. I always thought this was the healthiest of the candy bars and in light of recent Snicker's campaigns where they suggest you eat this instead of a meal, one could see why. Although, best Snicker commercial ever is the recent one from Superbowl 2010. The one with Betty White. Ah hell yeah. 

I love that woman.

11. Reese's Pieces  


I will be honest, I think a lot of my love for this candy came because my mother's nickname for me at the time was Reesie. Now, I was about three or four and didn't see my mother very often, so this is more of a sentimental choice than a taste choice - although they tasted pretty damn good.


I understand now that some frakkin alien by the name of ET loved them but you know what?  I didn't know that then and when I did finally see E.T when I was like 5 and someone had a VHS, I didn't really like it. Boring as all hell. Now, if someone had popped in a tape of The Little Mermaid or Miami Vice I would've been down for that.


I believe these little candy pieces are the gateway drug to the Reese's Pieces Peanut Butter Cups. A sort of pot to the RPPB's heroin.


That's right, I said it. I'm so excited.....I'm sooo scared.




12 PEZ


This is clearly not a chocolate bar but I loved Pez as a kid. It was a perfect combination of a chocking hazard and a toy. The candy tasted amazing as a child but now you can clearly taste the red #40 that was put into the candy. The best part was the character head that dispensed the pez.


It's actually a pretty weird toy/candy. In fact it's the only popular candy I can think of that encourages the decapitation of a person/animal/fictional character for the promise of sweet sweet salvation candy.








13. Reese's Pieces Peanut Cups

 

The crack to end all crack.