A peek into the male mind


The following conversation ensued today, following another conversation about getting nails done:

Me, to a fellow woman, whilst in the presence of a man: I still need to find out where to get my eyebrows done. I haven’t had them done in a long time. I have been doing the daily maintenance myself.

Female: Ooh, ask [insert other female's name here]. She’ll be able to tell you where to go.

…3 hours elapse…

The aforementioned man, to me, later in the day: I meant to tell you this earlier…But never at any point in my life as a man, or in the lives of any other men, have we ever seen a woman walk by and go “damn, check out the eyebrows on her. That’s hot.” So as long as you avoid looking like Mike Dukakis, you’re safe.

Good to know.



I wish I could use this


Go Indians. That is all.

Go Indians

Go Indians



History Lessons


I used to love rings. I couldn’t get enough of them. When my mom took me to the mall when I was young, I loved going into the Friendship Station, which was Solano Mall’s equivalent to a Hello Kitty store and I used to always eyeball the rings by the register because those were the adjustable birthstone rings and those were my favorites. I liked the meaning behind them, having a pretty-colored stone as a symbol of your birth month. What can I say, I was probably 6 and I thought they were neat.

As I got older, I grew out of my adjustable ring phase and somewhere along the way, began wearing an Irish Claddaugh ring.

The Claddagh ring is a traditional Irish ring, sometimes worn as a wedding ring or to symbolize friendship. It has two hands, holding a heart and a crown atop the heart. Each element symbolizes something different: the heart represents love; the hands, friendship; the crown, loyalty. “With my hands, I give you my heart, and crown it with my love.” I think that is one of the best quotes ever.

"With my hands, I give you my heart, and crown it with my love."

The hand on which the ring is worn, as well as which way it faces, usually symbolizes the wearer’s romantic availability (or lack thereof). Worn on the right hand, with the heart facing outwards, usually means that the wearer is available. Turned with the heart facing in usually symbolizes that someone has “captured the wearer’s heart.” Worn on the left hand applies to those engaged (facing out) and those married (facing in).

I also always liked to learn about the legends of the origin of the ring.

There’s one story about an Irishwoman who married a Spanish merchant and went to Spain with him, but he died and left her a boatload of money. When she returned to Ireland and remarried, she built the bridges of Connacht with her inheritance, out of the goodness of her heart. As a reward, an eagle dropped the Claddaugh ring in her lap, for her generosity.

There is a story of a prince who fell in love with a common maid. In order to convince the maid’s father that he was serious about the man’s daughter, he designed a ring with hands representing friendship, a crown representing loyalty, and a heart representing love. He proposed to the maid with this ring, and after the father heard the explanation of the symbolism of the ring, he gave his blessing.

I have heard others but I’ll stop there because the prince story is my favorite.

I wore my ring every day for years, to the point where I had a tanline on my right ring finger. I came across the ring tonight, as I was unpacking more things.

I put it back on my right ring finger tonight and even though it looks funny upside down on my finger, just wearing my spoon ring on my left hand seemed imbalanced. Especially because the spoon ring doesn’t have any meaning to me. And clearly the Claddaugh ring does.

Tony Lucca – It’s You



My new favorite song


The following is my being played on my iPod nonstop so I thought I would share:

Adele – Make You Feel My Love

Enjoy



Seize that creature!


I am again attempting to get my house settled. It’s still a very slow process. But I’m trying to get on board with this whole house thing. Especially because it’s really the only thing that isn’t way awesome about living in the boot. I love everything else– the people, the food, the daily life. But it just seems that when I’m home, away from the hustle and bustle of it all, I do start the miss home and I am pretty sure that it has to do with the fact that I’m not at all settled in my new digs. The good news is that I have found a fairly decent solution to this bout of homesickness. It comes in the form of DVDs. Also a convenient plan for someone like myself with no cable in their bedroom.

Last night I watched my NHS 2006 football highlight DVD and I felt much better. There is nothing quite like a good Mulli speech to bring a smile to one’s face. And I’m also excited that I will get to hear the game online on Friday night from my hotel room in Houston.

Also helpful, but on the other end of the viewing spectrum is tonight’s current selection: Sleeping Beauty. I’m not sure why the Disney DVDs are good medicine, exactly. I don’t feel like they had a particular significance in my childhood but who am I to explain why I like them now? I think Sleeping Beauty is my favorite Disney princess movie. I’m fully aware that I’m 25 and watching an animated Disney movie. I was Cinderella for Halloween once (when I was much younger, for the record) but only because she is much more identifiable than Princess Aurora.

Also with this viewing comes flashbacks to how much Maleficent scared the bejesus out of me as a child. Any “woman” with a laugh like that and horns on her head is bound to give small children (and small adults) nightmares.

See? She’s terrifying in an animated sorta way. On the flip side, I did giggle at the blue fairy in this clip (that’d be Meriweather). She is clearly the funniest and I appreciate her honest fairy sarcasm. I always liked the three fairy godmothers, mostly because they each wore a different color, so it was like a set of fairy godmothers. And I like sets of things. It’s a touch OCD, I think, that I have to have complete sets of items. All my dishes match, down to a creamer and sugar bowl that are for mere decoration. I also made a solid attempt to own all the Babysitter’s Club books when I was growing up as well. And who wouldn’t want their own set of fairy godmothers? I wouldn’t mind them. I’d ask them to put my house together. And they wore cool hats. They were pointy like a witch’s hat, but with tulle or something tying them on their heads. If I had to wear a pointy hat, I would definitely want it affixed to my head with tulle.

At any rate, my trip down memory lane raised my productivity level at my house, which is helpful. I think all my laundry got done, which is awesome. Now I just need to put the clean sheets on my bed before I crawl in.