Things I hope for in 2014

2013 is almost done folks so I'd like to share some things I'm hoping for in 2014.

• To never have to hear the word "twerking" again
• For my stomach to stop being such a bitch
• To make time to read more as I slacked pretty hard in the reading department in 2013
• To become BFFs with J. Law and Josh Hutcherson.

• For the Boston marathon to be amazing and fun and hopeful, how it should always be
• For Melissa to move back to Boston. If this does not happen I am sending a bounty hunter after her.
• To keep up my exercise routine and healthier eating (3 weeks and going strong baby. I should have lost like 20lbs by now right?....)
• That bloggers stop making everything about making money. I'm tired of seeing product endorsements and the word "personal brand" is thrown around way too much. I've had to abandon reading quite a few blogs I used to like because of this.
• For politicians to take their heads out of their asses and get something done. (HA! Very wishful thinking)
• Save more $
• Learn a new skill. No clue what skill so feel free to make suggestions

Happy New Year everyone!

Song I'm the most embarrassed to admit I like in 2013

Timber - Pitbull featuring Ke$ha

I'm a bit ashamed to admit that this is my jam right now. The cat is out of the bag. Judge me all you want, I'll be rocking out over here.

I had a few thoughts while watching this video:

• I don't know if I ever seen Pitbull without sunglasses on.
• Clearly Pitbull and Ke$ha filmed this video at two different locations. They're never together in the video at all.
• "Look I'm Pitbull touching sharks. WHAT!" (please say the WHAT in a Pitbull voice).
• This song should be Timber - Ke$ha featuring Pitbull.
• Why do I like Pitbull? I really don't know. 

If you have any embarrassing songs from 2013 that you like please share.

An update on the strange guy who approached me in the mall

A couple days ago I posted about the weird encounter I had with a guy in a mall. Well I have an update for you. I was walking through the mall last night trying to find a top for New Years Eve when I saw the same guy talking to another girl. As I walked by I could hear him pretty much saying the same thing that he said to me.

You guys I am very offended here. I thought I was special and "artistic". Turns out I'm just another girl in the mall who happened to walk by this guy so he decided to use his "smooth moves" on me. I guess I'll have to stop telling people I'm an artist and move on with my life.

Dreaming of your teeth falling out

Last night I had a dream that my teeth were falling out and crumbling in my hand. I decided to look up what that dream could mean. I know some people don't believe in dream interpretation but I do. It's your subconscious trying to work things out.

This interpretation is from Dream Moods.

One theory is that dreams about your teeth reflect your anxieties about your appearance and how others perceive you. Your teeth help to convey an image of attractiveness and play an important role in the game of flirtation, whether it is flashing those pearly white, kissing or necking. Thus, such dreams may stem from a fear of rejection, sexual impotence or the consequences of getting old. To support this notion, a dream research found that women in menopause report to have frequent dreams about teeth. This points to teeth dreams as being related to getting older and/or feeling unattractive and less feminine. Teeth are an important feature to your attractiveness and how you are presented to others. Caring about how you look is natural and healthy.

As far as I know I'm not going through menopause so let's keep reading.

Many cultures, including the Hispanic and Greek cultures, believe that when you dream about loose, rotten, falling, or missing teeth, then it indicates that a family member or close friend is very sick or even near death.

Now this is eerily accurate (the very sick part, I refuse to even acknowledge the near death part). Last night my grandmother was admitted to the hospital for seizures. Maybe my being worried about her led to the dream of my teeth falling out? Who knows. She's awake now and very tired but the seizures have stopped. This poor woman has been through so much since her stroke.

The more logical reason is I'm dreaming about my teeth due to the dental work I've been having. I'm worried about my partial crown coming off (even though there's no indication that it will) but maybe it is due to my grandmother being ill. I find that most times it can be pretty accurate with what's worrying you.

Well, except for the menopause thing. That is not accurate.

The best gifts are the ones you secretly know you need but never think to ask for.

I hope everyone had a lovely holiday. I feel like I can't get into holiday detox mode until after New Years but I'm glad the shopping and wrapping and driving all over is done.

I got some pretty great gifts this year. I got an AM/FM tuner for my ipod from Derek so I can listen to it in the car. I'm very excited about this because I am sick of the music on the radio. 2013 was not my favorite year for music but I also feel like I didn't really search it out. Either way I'm glad to be able to listen to my ipod in the car again.

Derek got me a very thoughtful gift - a new digital camera! My old camera was dropped on St. Patrick's Day a couple years ago and has been held together by tape. I had been thinking of buying a new one for myself but thankfully I didn't, I would have ruined my Christmas gift. It has a lot of fun camera modes like toy cam and fish eye. I can't wait to experiment more.

Derek's parents got me a pearl necklace. I'm going to be very classy now, please start calling me by my full name - Virginia Maire.

We went to my Uncle Scott's Christmas Day. His back yard is a pond. He lives in my dream house, I just love it.

Here's me testing out the toy cam mode.

And here is the host - Uncle Scott (also in toy cam mode)

His shirt says "wicked happy campah" I need that shirt.

I was very proud of myself for not going nuts with the food on Christmas. My cholesterol is not good and I found this out right before the holidays so I'm really trying to not eat as much junk (oh cheese I love you so much, but our relationship has to change!)

I'm still trying to figure out what I'm wearing for NYE. I'm not going anywhere super fancy but I want to look cute. I have some new jeans so I'm thinking a new cute top. Ok, enough fashion talk, you don't care about that.

Happy holidays everyone! Please eat some cheese and fried foods for me.

How to annoy me and not get my phone number

I was walking through the mall today on my way home from work (I cut through the mall to try to avoid the rain) and I see out of the corner of my eye someone running up next to me. I think he must be asking me for directions or that I dropped something so I take out my headphones to hear what he's saying to me.

"I just had to stop you." He says. "I saw you walking in the mall and I felt like you had this artistic energy so I had to stop and talk to you. Are you artistic?"

I was a little taken off guard and had to think for a second about what he was saying. I get in the zone with my headphones on and I didn't expect anyone to stop me.

"Um no I'm not really artistic." I tell him.

"Oh are you sure, because I just got this feeling that you were and you know I'm artistic so I can sense when someone else is and you seem like you'd be interesting to talk to." 

I can tell he's trying to think of ways to keep the conversation going.

"Thank you but really I'm not very artistic." I tell him.

The way the conversation goes next is very odd and I can tell that he's saying what he thinks will keep me talking.

"Do you have any hobbies? You know things you like to do outside of work?" He asks.

"I blog." I say.

"Oh well I write! I like to write poetry and short stories, I could tell you were artistic." He says.

"Yea, it's not really like that...I don't write poetry or short stories really." I tell him.

At this point I'm trying to think of a way out of this conversation without being too rude. In general I try to be nice to people but I'm getting really annoyed here. I feel like this guy is trying some Pick Up Artist crap and I'm not in the mood.

He then starts bombarding me with questions. Where did I go to school, did I grow up around here where do I live now? I tell him I'm sorry but I really have errands to run and I have to pick up a prescription. His next question:

"What prescription?"

"I'm not telling you that, that's personal!" He can tell I'm annoyed.

"Oh I mean you seem in a rush to get it." He says trying to back track.

"Yes, I want to get it and finish my errands so I have to go." I tell him.

"Well maybe I could get your number and we could text?" He asks with his phone in his hand.

"I'm sorry but I have a boyfriend."

"Oh no, I mean we could just meetup for coffee and talk. You just seem interesting"

"I'm sorry I don't give my number to strangers. Have a good day." I say and walk away as quickly as possible.

Very strange encounter. It's a work in progress, bringing out my inner bitch. I can be too nice sometimes but I'm getting better at being more vocal when I'm uncomfortable. Even if I was single I would not be giving that guy my number.

Fly runs in the family

My fabulous and lovely Grandmother Patricia Barton. Those glasses are amazing.