Tuesday, June 10, 2014

fighting the good fight.

some of us hate it. some of us love it. 
if you are me, you avoid the dating game at all costs and just wait for things to fall into your lap.
well, i finally decided i was going to be a bit more pro-active about it. not for the sake of really finding my forever companion right now,
but more so for the sake of getting over my severe commitment issues so when I DO find that person i can see forever with...i don't cut and run.
which i usually do that...the running thing.
and as per the usual in life when you welcome something with open arms it runs at you so fast you don't really know what hit you until you are knee deep in the middle of it all.
or something like that.

so here i am. 
knee deep.
a person who now says yes instead of no
{went on 4 in one week - are you proud or are you proud?}
and boy oh boy {no pun intended} do i have stories to tell.

but for today let's just start with a general lesson:
there is good. there is bad. and there is "dear gracious get me out of this dinner" bad.
i have had all three.
more of the later than the former, but you only need one person to rock your world in the end so i guess this is to be expected.
however, the consistent silver lining to always saying yes, is that you begin to figure out the things that will get you continually saying yes, and the things that will have you saying no no no, amy whinehouse style.
here are my tips...

you use wayyyy too many emojis in text messages. 
emojis are my territory so don't take that away from me. 

you sit at dinner and talk about the gym.
i mean, i know i'm gonna have to run extra miles tomorrow to work off this pasta but am i going to announce that to you? no.
i have two eyes and i can see your physique, it doesn't make you any more sexy to point that out to me.
moving on...

you have no direction in life.
i tend to have tooooo much direction, so chances are you plus me is not going to equal a very compatible us on this one.

you don't like hockey.
if you don't like it - fine.  you're wrong, but fine.  
just don't tell me about it. k?

you think more of yourself than your own mother does.
everyone's mom thinks they are great, as it should be.
so when you love yourself more than her, we have a problem.
i once had a conversation with a gentleman who told me he was the youngest elected official in his county and then followed it up with "but don't let that make you treat me any differently".
hard pass.

plan something.
anything. honestly i am a 100% pleasable person.
keep it simple; we are ALL more comfortable that way. 
the only way you will disappoint me is if you have nothing planned when i get in the car.
win. win.

dinner is always nice.
i had one potential suitor make me the most delicious dinner - TWICE.
then sit and watch hockey with me.
and let me scream when the hawks scored.
and tried to calm me down when the other team tied it.
and scream again when the hawks won.
annnnddd...well, you get it.
things didn't work in the long run, but this bullet point alone made me try every possible combination in my head to get it to work.

be honest.
i can't read your mind, and you can't read mine so why should we try?
i recently told a guy i just wanted to be friends,
he said he could go in that direction.
turns out, he couldn't be anything less than more than friends and so that was the end of that.
but you know what?
he was honest.

remember the turtle won the race.
it's not the less frustrating of the paces, but in my experience it is the one that pays off.
i don't have to see you everyday, we aren't dating we are just dating.
{if that makes any sense.}
so slow your roll and let's just see what happens.

more dates to come this week...
i will keep y'all in the loop.
here's to hoping the sun & stars align...eventually.

Monday, June 9, 2014

ootw: obession of the week

oh my country music lovers this week's obsessive purchase is for you...
if y'all haven't picked up the new miranda lambert album, appropriately titled platinum, then you are wasting away some pretty glorious music listening days.
because as per usual, nobody throws a party like miranda.

now i won't pretend this is some crossover album in which even if you hate country music you will somehow magically fall in love with these 16 songs.
you won't.
in fact, you will probably hate it.
considering there is nothing but cold, hard, old time country twang laced throughout the entire middle.
however, you might appreciate the messages she brings to the table, as has always been the primary appeal of ms. lambert.

she may be a bit more settled down than the girl we all fell in love with years ago for being bold enough to sing about dousing her cheating ex-lover's house in kerosene and taking a match to it without much guilt, 
but she is still no less of a lyrical genius.

from a letter penned to priscilla presley asking for the secrets of making a marriage work with a man married to attention, 
{it's a difficult thing being queen to the king 
and i feel ya, priscilla}

to a song explaining the feeling of having all the money in the world, but only wanting love, 
{i've seen a lot of dreams come true, 
but ain't no moment like when i'm holding on to you}

to the title track not so much about her success as a songwriter, but more so an ode to the color of her hair & those high heels,
{what doesn't kill you only makes you blonder}

to her public service announcement for any man thinking he understands the characteristically unpredictable nature of girls,
{if you think you're the only one she'll want in this world, 
then you don't know nothing about girls}

she will have you hitting the repeat button more times than you care to admit.
and counting down the days until her platinum hair hits your home town with these {sure to be} platinum tunes.
you're welcome in advance.

definitely download:
babies makin' babies
somethin' bad {with carrie underwood}
{so basically, the whooooole album}

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

sweet home chicago.

in case you haven't heard the tragic news my dear blackhawks are out of the playoffs.
it was a tough loss to process, 
especially since it was no hidden fact the league wanted LA to win.
{ever heard of an illegal goal from a high-stick or off-sides? no? guess not.} 
apparently i didn't get the memo in which we weren't going to play by the rules of hockey on sunday night, but more so the rules of pushing LA vs NYC for the final and therefore doing anything and everything to get it that way.
hate sports politics.
c'est la vie though, right?

but perhaps the strangest thing about losing is, 
for some reason it has given me the complete opposite reaction than i think most people suspected.
the suspected reaction being: picking me up off the bathroom floor with a diet coke in hand.

now don't get me wrong, i am heartbroken for my team.
there isn't a classier group of men on and off the ice.
but that's it right there -- a midst the loss and a season ending too soon 
i have fallen even more in love with those chicago blackhawks.  
{difficult considering how much i already love this group}
and even though there was no magical finish like last,
this might have been my favorite year yet for so many different reasons than winning it all.

the hawks came to ca and finally beat the ducks at honda center.
not just beat them, but SHUT THEM OUT in a stadium full of more hawks fans than those cheering on the home team.
it was a night & an experience i will never forget.

i made great friends through this loyal, crazy fandom and i now wonder how i ever had a world without them in it.

santa finally brought me that patrick sharp jersey i have always wanted.

toews scored a hat trick this year.
sharpy did, too.

i kicked that #1 to-do off my bucket list for good and finally journeyed to the madhouse for my first ever game IN chicago.
i bought the patrick kane player's jersey i have long coveted, sat with my two best friends and watched the hawks make one of the most incredible comebacks i have ever seen only for sharp
{ie: my favorite hockey player of all time} 
to score the game winning goal in OT.
storybook perfect.

by luck of time and place and everything in between i met some of the team, and they were gracious and kind and exactly what i had always hoped they would be.

and then i watched that group make it all the way to the western conference final {which is no small task} during a playoff year most thought they would never get out of the first round in.

so yes, the season is over.
and yes i am sad.
but oh what a sweet season it was.
full of a different kind of magic and a few dreams come true.
and i don't know about you, 
but i will always believe in a girl named chelsea.
perhaps now more than ever.