Break-ups are the worst. But, as a veteran of all kinds of these atrocious events, I don’t know which kind is my least favorite. The mutual breakup? The “let’s be friends” breakup? The angry “I will always hate you” breakup?
I, myself, have just been a victim of the “It’s you, not me” breakup. My ex and I had been together for nearly two years. Doesn’t seem like that long, but we’ve been living together since day one. It’s crazy how intertwined two lives can become.
I’ve come up with a list of do’s and don’ts for each side of a break-up. Hopefully they will help to make the next lonely sap’s life easier. ;)
- Don’t trash your ex to everyone you know, no matter what they did. It’s between you and your ex.
- Don’t call up your ex the next day for “break-up sex,” you pig.
- Don’t con them out of what is rightfully theirs. You might want to keep everything but it’s not fair to do that.
- Do refrain from leading the-person-whose-life-you-just-ruined on.
- Don’t torture yourself- hide all those pictures and love notes.
- However tempting it may be, don’t try to get over the breakup by hooking up with a bar patron, friend, homeless guy, classmate or co-worker. It will only make things harder.
- You can’t be friends. Period. It’s just not in the cards.
- Find a distraction: take up knitting, start a blog, get a dog, volunteer at a homeless shelter. Idle hands are the devil’s playground and idle minds tend to be pathetic, whiney and annoying.
I’m experiencing an exciting life change right now: I’m about to move into a new house! To prep for the big move, I’ve decided to make a list of various items that would jazz up my (and really any) new home.
Customized/fancy drink stuff:
(flask set from https://www.facebook.com/DesignsByDoty)
Not only would I want a set of customized beverage holders, I would want a classy looking holder for my beverage holders. Like this fancy drink cart:
And at the end of the day, when I’m tired from all the sitting and typing I do at my jobs, I can sit and read a book! And if I don’t have to get up and walk to the bookshelf, all the better:
But then again, if the shelf looked like a giant asterisk/flower/awesome, I might not actually mind getting up.
Let me start by apologizing in advance for the fangirling you are about to bear witness to. I’m really, really sorry if you don’t care about Game of Thrones, which returns to bring me the horrors of season two in three days.
OH MY GOD! It really is three days. Only three days before I become a useless lump, sobbing randomly in corners. Oh who am I kidding? I do that already. So this one is for fans of the show. I present to you a crash-course in surviving season two, or helping your friends survive season two.
Game of Thrones Survival Guide 101
- DO hydrate before episodes. Waterworks are guaranteed.
- DO stock up on tissues and chocolate. Tissues will help with the waterworks and chocolate should make you a little happier.
- DO avoid discussing the episode for a few hours. Some people may not have seen it, others do not yet want to re-live it.
- DO NOT try to tell yourself or others “It’s just fiction.” You are invalidating their experience.
- DO avoid fan triggers such as “Red Wedding,” “Jaime’s hand,” “peaches,” “shadow babies” and “white walkers” unless you wish to relapse between episodes.
- DO try not to spoil anything for those who haven’t read the books. The surprise is cruel, but knowing what’s coming is crueler.
- DO have a support network of other fans who can help you handle all the pain. It will help. I am available through Facebook if you need me.
If you follow these simple tips, you should be able to survive the horrors and make it to the end of the season. Just try not to think about what season three entails. You’ll never last if you do that.
Let me be really honest right now. I hate this generation. I wish I was kidding, but I’m really not.
I hate being alive right now, in this generation of Justin Bieber and horrible Disney channel crap. I cringe every time I turn on the TV, or the radio, and get subjected to the latest “hits.”
I even hate the books of this generation. This Twilight-crazed world has sent me scurrying for the nearest cave.
I am a ’90s child. I grew up watching “Catdog” and “Rocko’s Modern Life.” Oh, and we can’t forget the “Rugrats.” Disney was the home of good movies, especially around Halloween (see “Halloweentown” and “Phantom of the Megaplex,” for examples).
Music was Aqua, N*Sync and the Backstreet Boys, and reading was comprised of “Harry Potter” and anything by C.S. Lewis. Kids in my generation actually learned how to read books, not e-books.
I think we should bring all these things back. Let’s get rid of the Beilebers, and the Twi-hards (I’m being nice!), and bring back the ’90s. Instead of Hannah Montana, we should bring back Lizzie McGuire. Instead of “Fanboy and Chum-Chum,” we should be watching “Hey Arnold!”
The ’90s were a great decade. Let’s just go back to it instead of churning out more crap.
Hello world. Ok, so as we all know, the more stressful the week, the more decadent the desert needed to fix it. Well, this week was one hell of a stressful week and I’ve decided to fix it with these:
Mini Oreo Cheesecakes!
These adorable little cheesecakes weren’t only DELICIOUS, but they were fun and easy to make. The only possible downside is that they take a little time. Seven simple ingredients and a little patience are well worth the effort though.
First things first, I chopped up 12 Oreos (I used Double Stuff) and beat the cream cheese until soft..
When the cream cheese is soft and creamy, I slowly added the cup of sugar..
The vanilla (and feel free to comment on my awesome nail polish)..
And, last but not least, the chopped Oreos.
Finally, I filled each of 12 muffin cups with a whole Oreo, and, using a rubber spatula, spread the cheesecake mix over the top.
I used half Mint Creme Oreos and half Double Stuff for the crusts. I also used coarsely chopped Mint Creme Oreos as topping.
Mini Oreo Cheesecakes (Adapted from gracessweetlife.com)
- 2 packages of Oreos, any flavor, 12 chopped
- 3 2/3 packages cream cheese, room temperature
- 1 cup sugar
- 1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
- 4 large eggs, room temperature, lightly beaten
- 8 ounces sour cream
- Pinch of salt
- Whipped cream
- Preheat oven to 275° F. Line standard muffin tins with paper liners. Place 1 whole Oreo in the bottom of each paper muffin cup.
- In the bowl of a stand mixer, beat cream cheese on medium-high speed until smooth, scraping down sides of the bowl as needed. Gradually add the sugar, and beat until combined. Beat in the vanilla.
- Drizzle in eggs, a little at a time, beating to combine and scraping down sides of bowl as needed. Add in sour cream and salt, beat to combine. Using a large spatula, fold in the chopped Oreos.
- Divide batter evenly among the cookie-filled muffin cups, fill each cup almost to the top. Bake, rotating muffin tins halfway through, until the filling is set, about 22 to 28 minutes. Transfer the cheesecakes to a wire rack to cool completely. Refrigerate at least 4 hours (or overnight). Top with whipped cream and chopped Oreos right before serving.
What a terrible day. Yesterday was filled with disappointments and problems.
The thing is I’m not exactly sure what was to blame for the incredibly bad day.
Maybe it was the fact that I was coming off of a great holiday weekend and had to go back to school and work. School wasn’t terrible but I did feel a little unprepared and behind in my studies; that certainly did not help.
My girlfriend was probably the main reason for the bad day. The saying “happy wife, happy life” made complete sense to me yesterday. The reason that she was mad was directly related to me, as usually. She read an email that I should have told her about and I basically spent the entire night trying to explain that.
The worst thing was, she started the drama via text while I was at work, that is never fun. I’m already at work, can you at least save it until I get home?
Nope, we’re going to get this fight started early, so my work day was ruined and the entire night was ruined too.
To top it all off, I also lost two of my fantasy football match ups last night.
Well today can’t get worse right? Unless I get maimed in a car accident or something.
Maybe we have these bad days so that the good ones feel that much better. So here’s to today–for not being yesterday.