"To all who come to this happy place; welcome."
Walt Disney used these exact words to open his first theme park and use them
now, as I begin my blog, to welcome you to my little corner of the cyperworld.
This is a blog for me, as a way I can outlet the constant, internal narration I
go through each day. (If you have ever seen and episode of Scrubs, you probably
know what I am talking.) Here is will write about my life, my opinions, my
friends, my unfortunate (as of this moment) luck with dating, my crafts (I’m a
crafty crafter) ,my love of all things Disney, Harry Potter, Star Wars, Narnia,
Doctor Who, Merlin…. The list of my obsessions could probably go on
forever. It is here that I will be 100%
me. That’s actually a very hard thing to do, for me at least. I have spent my
life dwelling on everyone else’s opinion of me (which is all well and good in
the sense) but it’s now time for me to be me. This means that I may offend
someone with my opinion or my thoughts or whatever crazy thought that filtered
through my mind that day and that I felt that I needed to share. For example,
today, randomly, I started thinking about tampon commercials. If you have never
seen a tampon commercials than obviously you don’t watch much T.V. and are,
therefore, a better person than I am. Okay, back to the commercials. This is
what I get from them. “I wear tampons so that I can do wild gymnastics moves.” Or
“I wear tampons so that, after I run my Triathlon, I can go dance the night
away.” Seriously? If this is the marketing ideas for this company, I’m scared
to know what they think the women of America are like. Why don’t they have one like
this: “I wear tampons so that, if I sneeze, I’m not too afraid to look down.”
Now, if you don’t understand that, then I want to shake your hand and
congratulate you. However, I’m thinking that most women probably do know what I’m
talking about.
It’s these random thoughts that I want to share with the
world but not on the completely open free-for-all that is Facebook and Twitter.
If you don’t want to read my thoughts, you don’t have to. I like that. It makes
this Catherine very happy. Now, for those who have read this long and have found
me funny, charming and witty; Hi, how are you and do you have a single, employed,
mentally stabled son? (If you are the son, my contact information is probably
somewhere on this blog) Okay, I’m not that desperate yet, but give me a few
months and I will be.
Okay, more about me. I consider myself to be a realist. Unfortunate,
fairy tales aren’t real and dreams don’t always come true. If they do, I demand
(in a very ladylike way, of course) a castle and a prince that looks like Ben
Barnes. (If you are planning to become a regular reader of this blog, you are
going to want to look that guy up….he’s my celebrity lover along with many
others) Since I don’t expect that to be waiting at home so me when I get off in
2 and ½ hours, I’m going to continue to see the world at is actually is. I
think that my viewpoint is what has let me “tell it like it is”- at least to
myself. Now, I’m more optimistic to my friends when it comes to situations in
their lives, but in my own- nope. This is very evident in my daily life with
the opposite sex. If he’s a nine- he won’t be mine. I believe that everyone in
is a dating level or league and that we only date people in that league. There
are a few exceptions to this, like Michael Douglas and Catherine Zeta- Jones,
but it is basically true of all humans. Don’t believe me? Go observe a mall or restaurant,
preferably with a bar (thus proving the fact that alcohol makes most people
into idiots) and watch a regular guy hit on a ‘hot’ girl. Yeah, most likely he is going to get shot down
and his buddy is going to by him the next round or two of drinks. So, because
of my realistic (some say cynical) view of life, I am searching for someone in
my league…I just have to figure out what league I am in.
More to come…
XX (how so upper east side of me)
Catherine
