Birth of a new theory

I remember a few years ago when my older friends/ relatives would say "Just wait a few years, then everybody will be getting married." Sure enough, they were right. My facebook feed is filled with people talking about buying wedding dresses, posting pics of their weddings, and gushing about the conjugal bliss. My family was right (for a change).

It's no surprise that neither myself nor any of my closest friends are part of this group. "Birds of a feather..." But, it has made me do some thinking. Maybe some people are just marriage material, and others...well, not so much. The people who are getting married/are already married were always the people who were consistently in a relationship. True to form, during a discussion with my married cousin I made a statement that I'm happy being single. She replied with "I'm a relationship person." Part of me questions how anyone can make such a statement? How can you possibly always be in a relationship? Does that mean that you've lowered your standards, and that you're willing to settle for Mr. Good Enough for Right Now? I find it hard to believe that people can bounce from relationship to relationship all the while being completely head over heels in love? Gimme a break. My gal pals & I are not single because we can't get dates or we're socially inept. We're single because we're picky and we don't want to settle.

Inner turmoil

I realize this is only my third blog, and I should probably be writing about a topic slightly more upbeat, but isn't the entire point of a blog to share your feelings in real time? So no excuses for my melancholy post:

When did people all become so mean? Is it this economy or the stresses of every day life? Divorce? What is it? I feel like almost every person I know is mean. They're all constantly trying to screw you or screw you over. The male friend you've had for years just wants to do you and women who are supposed to be your best friends are trying to extract as much cash from you as possible for bs reasons. They're distracted or obsessed with their boyfriends who of course only care about themselves and when their next bedroom session will be. How many times can one person be screwed over before they crack? Is there a sign on my head that says "shit on me?" I'm so tired of this insincerity, and lack of love or compassion or understanding. I may not always put others needs before my own, but my intentions are always good and honest.

If love is all you need--where is the love? Smile, laugh, enjoy, wine, dine...life is too short to spend your days being mean and not enjoying every moment of your relationships.

Michael Mcwhat?

Nobody's buyin' it Michael, we all know you're not cool or relevant anymore. Your music belongs in elevators, mediocre departments stores and retirement homes, not NPR. Now, I'm not the world's biggest fan of Grizzly Bears, but I'd absolutely give their recent album a thumbs up. They're no MGMT or Arcade Fire, but I like the foot-tapping beat of "Two weeks," so I will defend them. They don't deserve such treatment. Why they gave Michael McDonald "While you wait for others" without vox is beyond my comprehension. I'm all for experimental music, but nothing good could possibly come from that man. He has a masters degree in suck.

Apparently you can buy this monstrosity of a cover on iTunes. Operative word being 'can,' and not should.

See for yourself. Quite disturbing:

http://pitchfork.com/news/36374-michael-mcdonald-spills-about-working-with-grizzly-bear/

Hello!

After what feels like years, I finally set up and account with Blogger. In theory, I'd like to reserve the domain, but I'm thinking I'll walk before I run.

I should probably start with some background info on me. I'm 25, I live in the lakes area of Uptown (which I completely love, by the way), I have an adorable dog named Jackson, I'm obsessed with Indie/Alt Rock, and I work all the friggin' time. Full-time, I'm at an ad agency, and I do liquor promotions and the occasional modeling gig at a bridal show on the side. I've been told that I "like to wear a lot of hats," which is totally true. As far as I'm concerned, my education did not end with my graduation from St. Thomas--that was the end of the first chapter of my life, but I've learned far more about the world and myself being out of school than in school.

So, you're probably wondering what this "Strawberry Mookshake" thing is all about? It's a nickname. 7th Grade Spanish class, my best friend and I had an aversion to learning a language from a woman who sounded like she had a speech impediment. "Thhhhhinco!" "Theaysss eh thayse." The woman, God bless her, completely mangled the Spanish language. We decided that instead of wasting our time studying the incorrect pronunciations of a language, we would make up our own. To tell you the truth, I don't remember the name of the language, but I remember our friends names quite well: 

Bonnie-Beekie

Meghan-Mookie

Lisa-Lulu

Jolene-Jolie

Talicia-Tali

We also came up with sayings like "What's up ghetto bitch?" which translated to "Washi supi noobie bishi!" and the more hostile version, "Foofoo yabi noobi bishi," which translated to F. U. ghetto bitch.  Charming stuff, I know. But all this lead to a nickname which, ten years later, is still something I go by. My friend Niral, a.k.a. Deezie, shortened it to Mooks, which I have interpreted into the title above, "Strawberry Mookshake." Hope you enjoy the future postings! Stop by soon!