Generation Y

As many of the Millennial generation, or Eco Boomers, are realizing, we had it great.
But the poor kids who are growing up now have it rough.

Instead of burying themselves in a mud whole, they bury themselves in Mommy's iPad.
Instead of watching Wile E. Coyote hunt the roadrunner (or hunting the coyote themselves) they're watching those creepy Yo-Gabba Gabba things and the guy with the orange fro do whatever they do.

It's honestly sad.

But! There is hope for the upcoming generation of tiny tikes.

I watch my share of television, and honestly, a lot of Spongebob. And I've seen tons of commercials for toys that I either had, or yelled "I want that!" to my mom when the commercial came on. I'm calling them throw-back toys for the simple fact that I'm 18. Nothing I grew up with is old enough to be called retro.

I've seen...

• Socker Boppers.
• Hungry Hungry Hippos.
• Doodle Bears.
• Baby Alive (The kind that you mix the food for).
• Elefun.
• Play-Dough Dentist.
• Play-Dough Ice Cream Shop.
• Easy Bake Oven.
• Aqua-Doodle.
• Whack-A-Mole.
• Crayola Crayon Maker.
• Color-Me Playhouses.
• Dr. Dreadful Gummy Candy Maker.
• Operation.
• Jenga (This came out before my time).
• Go-Go My Walkin' Pup.
• Don't Break The Ice.
• Trouble.

Welcome back, old friends. Welcome back.

Intentions and Apprehensions.

Ok. So here we go.

I've mentions a couple (million) times about how I adore love, and romance, and such.

Truth is, it terrifies me.

I've had two serious relationships, and in each of them, I've failed to keep my significant other happy. The both of us got hurt, and badly. It was just a big mess, and I've got scars I never expected to have.

And now I'm paying for it. I'm talking to a very nice guy right now, and I know for a fact that he likes me. Yes, it's the 3rd grade, and he LIKES me, likes me.
And I like him, too.
So all is just lovely, right?

You's think so,
but you'd be
WRONG.

You'd think so, but no. I'm scared.
A friend told me to "just have fun". Well, I did that. But he wound up drunk and I wound up wasting my time and effort. So I'm not going there again.

I want a relationship to mean something. I don't want to just deal with someone for a while, which is what I did before. I knew that it just wasn't right. We believed differently, acted too differently, and saw the world through totally different glasses. It was just something I wanted to work out, but had no chance. And I saw that. I know it wasn't going anywhere productive.
I don't want that again.

I'm not exactly sure what it is...
Maybe I'm afraid to get hurt again.
Maybe I'm afraid to seriously hurt them.
Maybe I'm just a little rusty.

I have no idea.

And I know that I won't believe anything they tell me.
"I won't hurt you."
"It'll all be ok."
"I love you."
"I promise."
Yeah yeah yeah, blah blah blah...
I've heard it all before, and look where it's gotten me.

I don't want it to be like this. I don't want to feel so apprehensive. I hate it.

But it's the way I am.

[Good luck.]

The Old Cat Lady.

At the request of a friend, I'm doing a blog about cats.

I. Hate. Cats.
With a fiery passion that burns hotter than a thousand splendid suns.

Kittens, on the other hand, I adore. They're too cute.
But once they're older, they're boring. They just lie around and lick themselves, just to cough up hair balls.
Disgusting.

If you were to give me a kitten for Christmas, I'd re-gift it the next year with no remorse.
Although, maybe if I got said feline when it was a kitten, I'd be ok with it as a cat. But I don't know. For now, I'll hate cats.

And it's because of a cat I had a near-death experience.
I was riding with friends, and was turned around in the car (which was moving way too fast). A cat ran out in front of us, and the dearest driver slammed on his breaks, sending me flying through the car. Ouch. I hit my butt on the dash, and nearly broke the mirror with the back of my head. it was not a lovely experience.

One of my friends is determined to become the old cat lady. She says she will have like... 48.5 cats one day. I say more power to her.
Who am I to object if she wants to smell like tuna and kitty litter for the rest of her life? She can enjoy her days of litter scooping and can opening.
But it's not for me.

So, Brendan, here it is. My post about the vile creatures we call cats.

[Enjoy]

All of Me.

So I really can't write a letter to me future boyfriend in 650 characters or less.

Dear Whoever You Are,
Congratulations! You're going to be my boyfriend. Quite an undertaking. A noble one, but reserved for only the most incredible of men.

I'm not perfect. Lord knows, and so does everyone else. I've made my share of mistakes, and I hope you can accept them, and realize that they do not make me who I am today. I'm not that same person.

I will be as understanding as I can be, and I'm pretty understanding and patient. I'll always give you a chance to explain your words or actions, or even thoughts and ideas. If I don't agree, I'll let you know. But as long as you explain yourself, and have good reasons for saying what you say, doing what you do, or believing what you believe, I'm ok with it.

Granted, there are differences that we just can't have. That's why "irreconcilable differences" is now considered a legitimate reason for divorce. It's one thing if you're not a Christian, but you must be willing to support me and my church activities, as well as come to church with me. That's the biggest thing. Nearly anything else I can work with.

I can be childish, but never too much, and never at inappropriate times. As you can probably see, I'm fairly mature. But if I see a Hop-Scotch pattern, I will jump through it, then resume our conversation.

I love Love LOVE sending ridiculously long texts and messages telling you exactly what's on my mind, and exactly how I feel. Usually, those are smushy and lovey-dovey. And as much as I love sending them, I love getting them even more.

I'll get it out of the way and say it, we're going to hurt each other. Somewhere along the line we walk, I'll say or do something that steps on your toes, and you'll do the same lovely favor for me. But one must learn to ask forgiveness. You explain your words or doings, and say you understand why it hurt. Then say you're sorry, and ask forgiveness. Aldo, one must learn to forgive. Listen to reason; theirs and yours. Then work it out, kiss, hug, and move on happily.

I've had boyfriends. Two, to be exact (I don't count Jr. high and below). Ups and downs. I don't regret anything. But through my experiences, that include my relationships, I have scars. I'm willing to bet you do, too. Lovely (I adore that word).

As sketchy as it may be, I will love you with my whole heart. Absolutely all of it. Nothing will keep me from being the best possible girlfriend I can be. I will stand by you, defend you and your decisions, and I'll support you in the things you love to do. We'll be amazing.

Please, watch and enjoy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=50ygAc2qP5A

I can't wait to meet you, wherever you are.