I would not feel such things if I were you...

I feel like I have gone plumb retarded and I am blaming you feelings.  Yes you feelings.... I am talking to you.  You are the one this in this world I avoid like the plague aside from music by Yanni and well actually the plague... but I detest and loathe you enough that I would rather get stabbed in the foot with a pencil then deal with you.  Yet, somehow, you have decided to over-run my life these past few months.

I'd be Mrs. Darcy any day

The husbands we wish had

Hence my beef with all these movies and books... they make the husbands or suitors too damn handsome, caring, sensitive, and swoon-worthy.  If they made a few of the husband characters over-weight, non-ambitious, emotionally-incompetent, and irritating us girls might not be so let down when we end up with one of the latters, not the formers.

Myths of Singledom

I came across an article yesterday that discusses the top 10 myths about single people.  I'm glad that we are so well renowned that we have to have myths about us.  That probably just means that we just get talked about a lot by our grandmothers who just can't discuss anything else but their single grandchildren over coffee and canasta with their fellow church ladies.  On a regular basis my grandmother asks if there are any "gentleman" in my life and I quickly respond with "no gentlemen, but I have a few boys following me around".  Not sure she gets the joke.

Yup, I'm single

Here it is, the beginnings of confessions, wants, desires, hates, loathings and all the emotions in-between contained within what feels like my eternally single life.