They Like Me... They Really, Really Like Me!

I got my membership approved for the Jacksonville Women's Social Meetup today. Whew! I was starting to get nervous. All jokes aside, they do look like a fun group of women and offer some kickass events. Too bad I am moving this weekend and am going to miss their Haunted Pub Crawl. I went to one of those in Key West and had a blast! Ghosts and booze make for a fun mix indeed. No fear though... the next couple of weeks has several other events to choose from: a grape stomp at a local winery, a kayaking trip and even an "English-style" tea party.

But before becoming a social diva, I need to survive this move. I pick up the moving truck first thing tomorrow and will spend all day lugging furniture and boxes in to it. The plan is to leave early Saturday morning to head down to NC... but Tropical Storm Hanna is threatening the Carolina coast. Keep your fingers crossed for me!

Barack the Vote and Barack a Beer

Went to the Flying Saucer (awesome bar, good beer i.e. no miller, budweiser, or coors in sight) for their weekly glass night. Tonight's was Vote night: your choice of either the Barack Obama or John McCain glass with your choice of tasty lager. Of course there was no contest on whose I got:

Any residue you see on the inside of the glass is Guiness, drink of the Gods that is. So don't forget to do what the glass says: vote come November, and remember life is too short to drink bad beer!

My Inner Gay Man Is Squealing With Joy!

The New Generation of 90210 premiered last night. To lure in the old fogies like me, Kelly Taylor and Brenda Walsh are back, bringing Uncle Jesse's wife from Full House and some dude from Melrose Place along for the ride. Still... I wondered if I was really too old for this.

Within the first 10 minutes, they brought out the big guns with the drunk grandma as the reason for the fish out of water family to relocate to Beverly Hills from Kansas. Yay! I love Long Island Ice Tea swilling grandmas. Even better when they are aged Hollywood starlets writing their memiors about all the men they've had sex with. My friend Christen tells me the same actress played "the mean matriarch from Arrested Development" so expect all kinds of wacky hijinks from her.

They better not kill her off!

Just to sweeten the pot, they added a hot English teacher. I surrender, 90210!!! I am your bitch! Again! You now officially have a spot on my DVR. Just don't kill grandma... and have that teacher take his shirt off.

Hot despite all those pesky clothes!

Not sure if my fragile heart can handle all this, but Diane von Furstenberg is on Project Runway tonight! She is the designer known for making kickass wrap dresses that I absolutely covet. If I ever have an extra $800 lying around, I am so heading for her showroom.

The design vixen in her own creation

Reason #278 I Am Ready To Leave Virginia

View of my evening commute

Nothing drives me more bonkers than traffic. If only I could meet the genius urban planner who came up with the bright idea to have only two tiny roads leading out of a military base containing tens of thousands of employees and have those roads dump out on to a major highway that already has swarms of traffic from DC... there would be massive blood spill if I could get my hands on him or her!

Welcome to the Island: Sci-Fi Hunks, Part 1

Bad Wolf here, with my first post. Before I get to the newest addition to the island, I would like to thank Maggie (Roadtripper) for allowing me to contribute here. I will try to live up to her previous posts and all of the lies she has told about me on here. And now to the gloriousness that is the island. I give you David Tennant:

Now I know he is not the typical "hottie" but I am not your typical gal. I do take it as a compliment when I am called a snob but also when I am called a geek. I watch and read a lot of sc-fi and fantasy. Lately, I have been on a big Doctor Who kick (if you haven't watched it, get thee to Netflix and put it in your queue now!). The main reason: David Tennant, the current Doctor. I love a man who looks good in glasses, and do tend do go for those named David (more on that in a future post). He may be a bit on the skinny side but has enough smarts, geeky charm, humor, and versatility to more than make up for it. Oh, and did I mention that he is Scottish? A Scottish/Irish/Welsh/English accent always gets to me too. Hoo-boy!

Welcome to the island, David. Just don't forget your sonic screwdriver.

Dating Advice From The Scientists

No wonder I haven't been on a good run dating-wise. For years, I have tried above all else not to remind guys of their mothers. No nagging them to pick up their socks. I don't even like to cook them their favorite childhood meal (Who am I kidding? I don't like to cook. Period.)

Perhaps am taking the wrong tact. Scientists are now finding that men are attracted to women who remind them of their mothers. Then again, the study also finds the same rules apply to women. Since there aren't any bespectacled, ginger-haired, fishing-obsessed men on my list of ex-boyfriends, I am going to have to "scientifically" conclude that my dad is not the measuring stick for who I date.

I don't think I am ready to slap on the apron and get a mom hairdo just yet. Is anyone else slightly skeeved out by this whole idea? And who wants a Oedipal momma's boy anyways?

An Excuse To Play With My Food Again

Aren't these just the cutest little salt and pepper shakers? I saw them at Urban Outfitters a few months ago (pssst! You can order them off amazon for half the price!) and had to have them. They are absolutely adorable.

R U There, God? It Really Is Margaret Here. Please Send Help!

I know the above picture is probably a Photo-shop project. If it were real, it wouldn't be the bikini that would bother me. If a 44 year old woman can rock a bikini that well, I am completely willing to give an "atta girl!" What bothers me is the insane objectification of women with guns. I have been subjected to numerous news clips of staged photo-ops with Sarah Palin at the shooting range, fondling a semi-automatic while falling back on that beauty pageant smile of hers, not a hair of that Peggy Hill bouffant out of place. Each time, I fly in to a blind rage. This is supposed to be an example of a strong woman? She looks like the new limited edition Guns & Ammo Barbie.

What is it about women and guns that makes men go nuts? Even more perplexing is why do women feed in to this insane behavior? I stayed awake long enough during Freshman Pysch 101 to hear about Freud's asinine theories of phallic symbols and penis envy. I think Freud just needed to get laid more often.

I served in the Army so I am no stranger to guns. Hell, I even own one. I take anytime where I am armed very seriously. I am not trying to be sexy or cute. I am not trying to get laid. Mine is owned for self-defense only. Not exactly sexy time.

Anytime a woman (or man, for that matter) picks up a gun, they need to respect it. Gun ownership is a double-edged sword. Yes, it is our American right (as any NRA enthusiast will tell you). But, as with any right, comes responsibility. Take it seriously. And quit catering to caveman fantasies.