Last week was a hard and emotionally draining week for me. It started from 7:30 am Monday June 22 all the way up to Thursday, June 25, 2009.
When I heard that that Michael Jackson passed, I honestly felt like a family member died. Ever since I have been on this earth, Michael has been making music. I consider myself lucky to have seen his rise to fame in the 80s and personally witness his music and innovative videos. I loved Michael. He defined my youth.
I still remember coming home for lunch from school and hearing Billie Jean on the radio. I actually went back to school late because I NEEDED to hear the whole song.
It’s great to see how Michael’s music touched everyone- regardless of race, age and gender. He was an entertainer. He lived for his fans. So for that, I say thank you.
Well, the title of this entry doesn’t really need that much explanation. I’ve simply been feeling a little cougarish lately! Please don’t think of me as one of those over-sexed middle-aged women who wear inappropriately young clothing, apply tons of makeup, and exclusively date younger guys. I’m older, but I’m not OLD and I’m definitely not tacky. I like to call myself grown & sexy. Okay, now that I got that out of the way, I should tell you what inspired this post.
For the past couple of weeks I’ve been noticing a plethora of young, strapping lads. (I’m thinking it’s because I’m single and haven’t been on a date since FOREVER.) These strapping young lads are over 20 years old and definitely under 25 years old. Hence my cougarish feelings.
I’ve actually dated a younger guy in the past, so cougar-dom ain’t that new to me, but I never thought that I would go down that road again.
Until this extremely tall, athletic looking specimen approached me a couple of days ago and said “How you doin’, miss?” in a cute hip hop way. True, he was probably being polite and in no way hitting on me, but I will say that the he got me thinking about visiting cougarville again. Maybe not on a long-term basis, but I’m definitely ready for a pit stop!
OMG, I am soooooo excited. I just purchased my very first laptop! Yes, I have never owned a laptop. I’ve had my trusty desktop for over 8 years! I didn’t really didn’t think that I needed a laptop, nor did I think I wanted one. I was traumatized by one a few years ago, and I invariably swore them off.
I started to notice that I did in fact need laptop if I were to call myself a “serious writer.” Over the past year, I have become the laziest writer known to man.I rarely updated my blogs (yes, I have more than one) and I haven’t written a proper article in FOREVER. I also started to dread running into my office at home and putting on my old, clunky, slow computer. I then began to see the necessity of having something portable. I could write in bed, on the couch, in a cafe. I felt that it was time to enter the laptop era. (* I do understand that I’m like 20 years behind!)
I pondered what I should get. A million people told me to get a Mac, but after thinking about it for what seemed like an eternity, I decided against it. The Mac laptop/netbook was nice, but I think I hate Mac people (except for my sister.Well, when she talks about Macs I tune her out!). They are way too obsessed with Mac products, which unfortunately turned me off. That, and the fact that they are way too damn expensive.
So I settled on a cute HP model. I placed my order Thursday night, and received it first thing Monday morning!
Like a child on Christmas, I tore open the box and unearthed my new laptop. It was so shiny and new.I instantly fell in love.I can’t wait to write and pretend I’m Carrie Bradshaw working on her Sex & the City column. I can feel my literary juices flowing (okay, that sounds nasty!).
Anyways, I need some alone time with my sexy lil laptop.
Last week was a hard and emotionally draining week for me. It started from 7:30 am Monday June 22 all the way up to Thursday, June 25, 2009.
