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Oh, you’re single? Sorry about that.

27 Jan

If you’re my Facebook friend (and why wouldn’t you be?!) you may have noticed the status I posted a few days ago:

Sorry that’s a little small. But you get the idea.

This came about because I was tired of having this conversation with others.

Other person: So do you have a boyfriend? (or some variation of the question)

Me: Nope. (or some other variation of the word)

Other person: Oh man, I bet you hate Valentines Day! (no variation, that’s what they all say)

Then they look at me with pity. That’s the worst part. Ugh.

What part of me makes people think they need to feel bad about me? Do I have “I’m single and hate my life” stamped across my forehead?! If so, please tell me so I can go wash it off. Pronto.

I really didn’t want to have to use my precious blog to address this issue, but it seems I must since these conversations are happening with basically everybody I meet. Including my customers, who seem to care more about my “sad, pathetic, single life” than their quad-venti-light whip, extra stirred-mocha.


To put it simply, I do not hate Valentine’s Day. In fact, I LOVE Valentine’s Day.

This would be your time to gasp, clutch your heart and faint.

Are you better now? Did your significant other come help you off your floor? They did? Well, that’s sweet! Now you both can read.

I love it because it’s adorable. Red and pink! Balloons and flowers! Candy and chocolate! Adorable coffee mugs! Heart-shaped EVERYTHING!

I love it all. Especially the adorable coffee mugs. So much that my mom threatened to kick me out of the house if I bought one more. I’m willing to take my chances though since they’ll be going on clearance on Feb. 15 and I’ve had my eye on this one at work……anybody need a roomie? I might be in need of shelter soon.

Guess a boyfriend would come in handy then. Har har.

I’ll start off by admitting that I get why you would think I hate the holiday (and yes, I do kind of think it is a holiday). I see why you would imagine me sitting in my Snuggie on Feb. 14 elbows deep in a tub of frosting, watching “You’ve Got Mail”.

But that would imply that I don’t do that all the time. And since “You’ve Got Mail” has seen my DVD player at least 12 times this year, I can assure you that your implication is wrong.

But again, I understand why you would think that. I’m single. Without partner. All alone in this big wide world, with nobody to love me! Right?

Um, wrong.

Just because I listen to Taylor Swift doesn’t mean I lay in bed every night wishing I had someone to cuddle with. I mean, I listen to Weezy everyday too. Would you like to assume things about me based on that too?

Wait, don’t answer that.

The thing is, I’m the girl who watches “chick flicks” to feel happy. I love seeing two people fall in love. Other people being happy does not automatically mean I am not happy. Does that make sense?

Let me put it this way: Being single does not make me sad.

The humane society commercials make me sad.  Not seeing my family for months at a time makes me sad. Not seeing my best friend everyday makes me sad. Dropping a pan of cookies I just baked on the floor makes me sad. Very, very sad.

Being single makes me…well, single. That’s all. I’ve been single (almost) my whole life and I’m fine. Just fine.

If you want to worry about me, than go for it. That’s sweet. But don’t you dare feel bad for me. I won’t accept it. There are way more important things in this world for my family, friends (and random customers) to feel bad about.

I’m tired of others being surprised to find out I rarely date. What’s so damn surprising about it? There are plenty of people who don’t have dates lined up every weekend. Should we start a Singles Club? Maybe we can all hang out, hide, eat ice cream and feel bad about ourselves while our counterparts go out and show the world how in love they are.

First rule of Singles Club, don’t talk about Singles Club…

I like boys. I like dates. I love love. But I don’t need anybody to feel bad for me on Valentine’s Day, or any day for that matter.

How can you feel bad for me when I have friends that make me laugh:

A niece and nephew so cute they make my heart melt every time I look at them:

This big pile o’ love:

Cupcakes! (made by Jessica)

And, of course, mugs that look like this:

Truth: I showed you ALL those pictures just to have an excuse to put that mug up there. I’m completely obsessed.

So back to you, Mr. quad-venti-light whip, extra stirred-mocha, no I do not hate Valentine’s Day. Now go find yourself somebody else to pity.



So this is why I’m single? Nah.

30 Sep

This picture will makes sense once you start reading. And yes, I am holding up the wrong hand. I get confused sometimes.

Ran across the article below while perusing www.bobbybones.com today. For those who are wondering, Bobby Bones is the host of the morning radio show I listen to in Austin. I’m basically obsessed with this show. You should hear me on Tuesdays and Thursdays when I drive to SA for class, I literally scream and cry when I start to hear that fuzzy little noise that can only mean I’m losing them. Sad times indeed.

Another thing I’m slightly obsessed with? Lists. Of all sorts. To-do lists, ingredient lists, summer reading lists, etc. I mean, c’mon, this blog was originally centered around lists! I don’t know if it’s because I secretly am an organized person or because I’m so dumb my brain can’t handle sentences strung together in paragraph form. I’ll go with the former.

Moving on,  I always  read these types of articles and wonder if I’m suppose to fall into one of the predetermined categories they oh-so-nicely list for me. Just because I like, okay LOVE, lists doesn’t mean I’d like to be on one thankyouverymuch.

This article is about (insert dramatic pause here)…SINGLE WOMEN.

Which Type Of Single Woman Are You? Here Are 12 Types

1.  The Soul-Mate Seeker: Someone who is doing everything she can to find The One.

2.  The Phoenix: A woman who recently had a painful breakup and is doing everything she can to rise from the ashes in better shape.

3.  The Organic: She prefers to leave things up to destiny and live her own life rather than hunting for men in any methodical or calculated way.

4.  The Princess-in-Waiting: She is waiting to be rescued by a prince (who sure is taking his royal time).

5.  The Late Bloomer: The rest of her life is on hold while she waits for her future husband to appear.

6.  The Free Spirit: She worries that she can only have one or the other — her independence or a committed relationship. (And she thinks the former is better.)

7.  The Wedding Wisher: She suddenly finds herself fantasizing about marriage after a lifetime of not caring about it.

8.  The Town Rebel: She no longer aspires to live the cookie-cutter lifestyle of everyone else in her community, though she once used to.

9.  The Ritual Re-inventor: A woman who wants to get hitched but also feels very strongly about having an unconventional marriage (right down to the wedding ceremony).

10. The Someday-Mom: She would like to have babies someday, but wishes she didn’t feel so much biological pressure to figure it out fast.

11. The Slow & Steady: A woman who hopes to marry when the time is right. Meanwhile, she does her best not to cave to the massive pressure she feels from friends, family, and society.

12. The Trailblazer: A woman who knows married life is not for her, so she’s trying to break a new kind of path to happiness.

End Article. Begin Mansee rant.

Um, really? I’m suppose to tell you that I’m just one of those women? Here’s the real deal:

To the public I (like to think I) am:

The Organic, The Town Rebel, The Someday Mom and  The Slow&Steady.

On the days that I hate the male species I am:

The Phoenix, The Ritual Re-Inventor and The Free Spirit.

If I lived in never, ever land with fairies and talking birds I would be:

The Princess-in-Waiting and The Late Bloomer.

If I find myself at age 50 sharing a one bedroom apartment with 8 dogs I will most certainly be:

The Someday Mom, The Trailblazer (just to make myself feel better, of course), The Wedding Wisher and The Soulmate Seeker.

Damn, I’m out of options. Maybe this is why they haven’t put a ring on it?

What about you? Can you relate to one of the above? Also, does the centered text weird you out? (If it does, I might consider changing it)