Deconstruction of Kisses & Noses

So, I was just lying in bed thinking about all kinds of things, which of course I'm going to share with you. I was thinking about kissing. Kissing is so good. But really it's all about how lips fit together. And the tactile feeling of the lips. But, when you try to describe what kissing actually is, it gets difficult. Kissing is so weird when you break it down. I mean don't get me wrong, I like it... A LOT, but who thought of it? Smoosh your lips to another person's lips, maybe use tongues, like licking the inside of someone else's mouth. If you described it that way, no one would ever do it. But maybe it's one of those things you just can't put into words, for that reason. Then I thought about kissing for a while. I could kiss for hours really. Sigh, I miss kissing.

Kissing led me to noses. Now you're probably going to think I'm weird (I don't know why I would worry about that now). You know how people always notice eyes or mouths or assorted other body parts? Well, I notice noses. I think they are kinda sexy. There is something fascinating about them. They are all different sizes and shapes and they are right in the middle of your face. And think about how weird people would look without them. Perfection in a nose is relative to a face. Sometimes they look all weird like someone put the puzzle together wrong. But what makes noses sexy is how involved they really are in the kissing process. They are touching your kissing partner's face as much as lips. I don't know, I'm not describing it well, just they have a sexy role to play and that makes them important, but a well shaped nose can make me weak in the knees.

In my scheme of things, lips come next, then eyes. Lips, I can't put into words what I like or don't like, I just know a good pair when I see them. If you look at lips and all you can think about is kissing them, those are good lips.

Then the eyes. Eyes are easy. If you look into them and you get butterflies, those are good eyes. If you look into them and you can see right inside the person, those are good eyes. Color, shape, size, those are pretty irrelevant unless they look like they don't belong. You know like very obviously colored contacts or bad plastic surgery. Oh don't get me started about nose jobs. Most of the people that I know that have had them, I don't get it, their nose just looks wrong. I can spot a vanity nose job from 100 paces. There's a look to it.

Anyway, I'm going back to thinking about kisses...

Eye of the Beholder?

Today I was pondering what it would be like to be beautiful. Would life really be easier? I mean I spend a lot of time with beautiful people and it’s true. People open doors for them, buy them drinks at bars, go out of their way to talk to them… I could be the center of attention and not just because I made the best joke. At the end of a night I wouldn’t be the one alone with the pleasant smile on my face waiting for everyone to finish having fun so we can leave. (That’s actually the worst because I’ll be the one engaged in conversation all night, laughing talking and then it’s like a totally 180. I get asked about my friend and then, that’s the end of me.) People that weren’t sweet old ladies would tell me I was beautiful. Somehow you are easier to love because people are willing to overlook so many of your flaws just to be near beauty (this one amazed me, but I’ve seen it over and over- 2 people do the same thing, it’s more acceptable from the more attractive one.) I mean I don’t want to be beautiful and mean. I think I’m a good person. I think I’m funny, smart, kind, cute and I know nobody notices because I’m not beautiful. And I see all these beautiful people who play dumb (I don’t believe that they are), and they are mean, but people flock to them all the same. I just think it would be nice to try for a day or a month or a year. Oh well, you can’t change the way people think. I’m a buddy, a pal. I’ll just go on, a flower withering, starved for sunshine and water.

There's nothing wrong with cute, don't get me wrong, I like being cute. Cute just isn't beautiful. Am I being cynical? Maybe I'm being cynical. No cynical is when I said the other day that romance was a lie. I mean I believed every beautiful word, every gesture, and I just kept getting hurt. Maybe I was naïve and too trusting. I didn't think someone would lie about that, why bother? But you see, when you are the neglected flower, and someone waters you, you never stop to think it might be piss and vinegar until it’s too late, and it’s killed part of you. See? That's cynical.

Baby It's Cold Outside

I really despise being in a state that doesn't know how to deal with snow. I'm in WV. They basically throw ash on the ground instead of sand or salt. Really? My car is sliding all over the place and seriously, I drive a 4x4 and I put a ton of weight in the back. Plus we had a dress rehearsal, and people actually called off. I know it's not their fault because they are kids and they don't drive, but really? We open in like 2 days. Whatever, I'll be home soon.

I'm a Sticky Lover and My Birthday Blues

I know, you were probably fooled by the title. I's okay, the only people expected to understand are the people that have lived it. There are t-shirts with this motto splashed across it. I must admit that I was surprised considering what a stick in the mud Jere could be sometimes. Anyway, I called this weekend the Sticky Lover Reunion. The former servers met at the old restaurant, had a few drinks, caught up and then took some pictures. I'll attached the pictures. And before you say anything, yes I took all of the pictures myself!
Or some of them anyway. It was a nice weekend. i spent the night in the most amazing farmhouse in PA. Then I drove to WV and saw Matt & Angela which is always fun. And the people I'm staying with seem very nice. BUT, here I am in a strange town and my birthday is in about 10 minutes. I have a mini bottle of champagne, a piece of chocolate cake from my aunt, and a bunch of cards and presents from my friends and family back home. So that's how I'll be spending my birthday!

Happy Birthday to Me!

Thank you to the few but awesome that attended my birthday party!

Just a few pictures of what you missed...

There's Keith, He's the newest friend that was at my party, but still cool.

I'd like to say that Stacie (in the pink), one of my favorite people, has been ringing in my birthday for over 10 years. There has got to be a prize for that! And this is the first birthday I've gotten to spend with Jen in just as long. That was the best present ever! (Jen, straight hair behind me)

Barefoot in Little Rock

Ah, home sweet home. Okay, not home, but hotel. I'm chilling in a hotel In Carlisle. I had fun in Arkansas this time. Me and this girl I met there, Jessica spent every Monday night at a piano bar. Live music, sweet. Wine, which because I'm kind of awesome, I barely paid for. The band was good. It was a shame that we were the only ones there most nights. It's also a shame she doesn't drink, so I became a lush. I realized that if other people are drinking I stay a little more sober to make sure I can take care of people. But I knew I was never going to have to take care of her, so I kind of just got completely drunk. Whatever, it happens. The picture is of Jessica and I at the bar. And before you even make a comment, I know my bra is showing, why do you think I wasn't paying for drinks? HA hA! Just kidding, mostly.

Barefoot in the Park was fun. I very much enjoyed the cast and made a few new friends, which is always a plus. As I was leaving I took a picture of the dumpster that someone spray painted. I say someone, but I know who did it, I'm just not a narc. My cast also featured a former Miss Arkansas. Now after a summer with the reining Miss Greater NY, I have to wonder if it is the person or the location that makes the pageant girls different. I think it must be the person.

Anyway, I really have nothing else to say. I should have been writing every week. I'm thinking that when my subscription is up, I might move this whole blog to a free site because it seems silly to keep paying just to sporadically write these. I'll let you know.

CRAZY

So boredom has led me to this... I was going through my music on my computer making a new playlist. When I make playlists, I click the column to put the song titles in alphabetical order. Anyway, when I got to C I realized that I had at least 10 songs with the title Crazy or Crazy and some other words, it's the only word that wasn't I'm or In or And or The or something like that, that there was that many songs for. So I got distracted and listened to them and I realized they were all about love, which I thought was kind of weird. Patsy Cline, The Barenaked Ladies, Beyonce and Aerosmith same title, same concept, different music and lyrics, but the songs are pretty much about the same thing. Then I decided that maybe I didn't know what crazy really meant. So I decided to look up the word crazy and this is what I found:

Merriam-Webster's online dictionary:
Function: adjective
1 a : full of cracks or flaws : UNSOUND b : CROOKED, ASKEW
2 a : MAD, INSANE b (1) : IMPRACTICAL (2) : ERRATIC c : being out of the ordinary : UNUSUAL
3 a : distracted with desire or excitement b : absurdly fond : INFATUATED c : passionately preoccupied : OBSESSED
- like crazy : to an extreme degree


The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language: Fourth Edition. 2000.:
ADJECTIVE:
1. Affected with madness; insane. 2. Informal Departing from proportion or moderation, especially: a. Possessed by enthusiasm or excitement. b. Immoderately fond; infatuated: was crazy about boys. c. Intensely involved or preoccupied. d. Foolish or impractical; senseless: a crazy scheme for making quick money.
IDIOM: like crazy Informal To an exceeding degree: They were running around like crazy.

What's my point? Crazy is a passionate emotion, now I know...