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attack of the 5’10” woman.

in the past couple weeks, i’ve been asked no less than ten times if i got a perm. (i didn’t).

the truth is, i’m just too lazy to straighten my hair.

i have two jobs, a boyfriend, a blog, and a bratty pup ~ there’s no time to tame these locks. i’m lucky if i manage to put my clothes on right-side out…

so, lately i’ve been rocking my big hair (and it is BIG)… oddly enough, i’ve received more hair compliments in the past few weeks, than…umm…ever. which i find hysterical because i don’t think i’ve ever spent less time on my hair.

*sigh*

i digress though…the c-c-c-c-curly locks reminded me of the sex and the city episode where they talk about the movie, “the way we were” in relation to big’s new fiancée.

side bar: i am fully aware that the modern, sophisticated girl isn’t supposed to like the aforementioned show, but i am neither modern nor sophisticated (i consider myself more of a vintage classic, read: an old lady in a younger body) and amidst the froth and frivolousness are gems of bona fide truth. and furthermore, i love the show, the fashion, the froth, and even the frivolusness.

the school of thought is there are two kinds of women:
the pretty and simple girls
the katie girls: wild, untamed, passionate, ambitious

if my hair is any indication, it’s pretty clear which category i fall into…after all, i’m sassy, opinionated, mouthy, inappropriate, challenging, have chipped nail polish, forget to wear make-up, and have seriously wild hair.

while i agree with the notion of the two types of women, i think when it comes to a break up…what’s the point of comparing?

hypothetically speaking (and this is all hypothetical, right ;)) i like to think that if it were me, i wouldn’t trouble myself with the question: why her and why not me?

frankly: who cares?
complicated/simple
curly/straight
ambitious/complacent

who really wants to be the former girlfriend of his with lingering feelings…or maybe just some sort of attachment towards him, who is spending her valuable time worrying about his life when she could be out living her own?

go shopping.
call a friend.
GO TO THE GYM.
eat a cookie.
live YOUR life.

honestly, honey, what difference does it make?

bottom line: you weren’t the one for him and it isn’t meant to be. MOVE ON.

whatever the case, that magical feeling that makes a man want to wife a woman wasn’t there. that doesn’t devalue any past relationships, it just means the relationship existed on borrowed time and eventually you found yourselves at a crossroads where you needed to decide if you were going to walk down a new path together or continue separately…you don’t usually come to that revelation until you’re at the proverbial fork in the road. sometimes that’s months into the relationship, sometimes it takes longer…

my current boyfriend and i knew very early on that this was ‘it’, but there were times when i held on longer than i needed to and fought far too hard and long for something that wouldn’t end up being right.

every relationship is a learning experience and when one ends, it’s prudent to take your lessons and move forward. sure, it’s nice to be nostalgic, but being bitter isn’t pretty. after all, ‘bitterness is a poison pill you swallow and hope the other person dies.’

i may not ever be the girl with the perfect hair or the most appropriate behavior, but i wouldn’t wanna be anyone else.

‘i don’t entirely approve of some of the things i have done, or am, or have been. but i’m me. god knows, i’m me.’ elizabeth taylor

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you can’t outsource bragging.

so, i’m the first one to toot my own horn when appropriate (and sometimes when it isn’t).

i will be the first to admit that i’m (slightly*) narcissistic. one of my favorite things to talk about is myself. i think i’m hilarious, super interesting, and fairly fascinating (especially after a little caffeine or a couple cucumber martinis).

on the flip side, i will be the first to admit when i am bad at something. when i am wrong, i admit it. i’m brutally honest…even with myself.

especially with myself.

which leads me to this year’s resolution…while as a rule, i don’t typically believe in using the new year as an excuse to make a resolution/change, i am making an exception this year. because rules are made to be broken. and i’m a rebel (at least in my own head)

i resolve to treat myself with the same kindness that i reserve for my loved ones.

…because let’s be honest, i’m a whole lot of awesome. and i’m happy to tell you all about it.

* extremely

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high fidelity, irony, and sun-daze.

i’ve been plagued with the sunday night blues for as long as i can recall. and i’ve written about it numerous times. even on the sunniest, happiest sunday it feels like monday starts on sunday. today is no exception.

the cure? a good book.

so, i leave you with a little high fidelity…and a little irony (for those that know the back-story):

“I’ve seen men like you in Doris Day films, but I never thought they existed in real life…The men who can’t commit, who can’t say ‘I love you’ even when they want to, who start to cough and sputter and change the subject. But here you are. A living, breathing specimen. Incredible.”

incredible, indeed.

and a little sad…like a sunday.

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taboo.

hot on the heels of my previous posts, i’m remembering funny things from my childhood. when i was growing up my mom didn’t approve of me saying two things:

hate.

and

shut up.

i was allowed to say that i didn’t like something at all, but the H-word was forbidden. also okay to say was ‘please, be quiet’ – which does NOT have the same emphatic tone that ‘SHUT UP!’ does.

cussing was never an issue, but these two things if ever uttered would get me in DEEP trouble. (although the joke was on my mom, she’d put me in time out and i’d take a nap)

i still feel a twinge of guilt when saying i hate something. and i’m appalled when i hear ‘shut up’. this may come as a shock to even my best friends who know me as being crass with a little too much sass. i’ll drop the C-bomb no problem, but find ‘hate’ to be a little too harsh.

go figure.

see mom? i listened a little bit.