I think I have the bird flu...

No, just a sinus infection.

My current crisis...What should I be for Halloween?

Okay, so it's not that big of a dilemma. It's not solving the budget deficit, world hunger, or figuring out how to stop the migration of the bird flu...But it's important. This is the only time of year when girls, in particular, can dress like complete sluts and it's perfectly acceptable. I find this fascinating and have taken advantage of it since I was in college. First, I must preface that my "slutty" Halloween costumes do err on the side of cute and not too raunchy. I saw the girl in her bra and panties last year who was pretending to be a member of the PCDs. I flirted with the idea but decided that it was a little to chilly in Kansas, in October, to sport lingerie and fringe. Back to the college days, my first Halloween costume was a two-piece, shiny green Tinkerbell number. This was sewn by me and I used it twice...pretty cute if I must say so myself. I had the wand and fairy dust to boot! After that I went a number of years without a Halloween costume. I was more into watching and not participating until law school where I donned the oh-so-memorable Britney Spear's Slave4U costume at our Halloween party. I picked up a new boyfriend a few weeks after that. Rumor has it the costume sealed the deal! It was from the scene with jeans, gold lace top, etc. I was really excited when everyone knew who I was and one of my professor's argued with his wife that I was definitely Britney Spear's and not Xtina, "Xtina is way sluttier than that". So last year, in the tradition, I roped my mom into helping me with a stewardess costume from the Toxic video. It was BY FAR the best costume I have ever made. If I can figure out how to post pictures, I will because it is very deserving of recognition. My mom figured out someway to make the wings and we used a pattern and modified it to have the cut out in the front. Turquoise with gold trim...the whole deal! My boyfriend was impressed. He was a French maid. Imagine 6'3", skinny legs, huge, muscular upper body, a blonde wig with a maid dress (his boxers hanging out of the bottom), duster, garter and apron. It was hilarious! (NOTE: This is not the same boyfriend from the Slave4U days...he was kinda crazy) So this year my choices were 1) Strawberry Shortcake 2) Rainbow Brite or 3) Pregnant Britney Spears. By unanimous vote - Pregnant Britney Spears! I made a turquoise tank top with "I have the golden ticket", bought a brown skirt, gaudy gold jewelry, and am attempting to find a long blonde wig. How does this all relate to "riding the short bus of life" - for now, I am accepting of the fact that I enjoy doing fun, youthful things. It's Halloween - everyone should have fun! Parents should dress up with their kids, girlfriends and boyfriends, or boyfriends and boyfriends, or girlfriends and girlfriends, or best friends should enjoy the one day when you can resort back to your childhood, when you can be someone you never thought you could be, and, if you're a girl, you can dress like a hooch! And if you're a boy, it's one of the few times you can wear a dress and not have your sexuality questioned! Enjoy - it only happens once a year! Happy Haunting!

Riding the short bus of life

A blog? The last thing I ever thought I would be interested in creating. I recently had a birthday and it started me thinking, "is there anything after thirty?", especially for those of us who are quickly approaching, or may have already hit, the big three-o and still feel like we're in our early twenties. My mom calls it "Peter Pan Syndrome" since he lived in a land where you never had to grow up. I've been to college, even law school, and I have what I refer to as a "big girl" job. Still, I don't feel like I am as old as I am. So, I am blogging for all of us who may technically be an adult but still don't know exactly what we want whether it be in a career or a relationship, for those of us who have kind of figured out where we are going and how we're getting there but not quite. Dare I say we're riding the "short bus of life"? That it is taking us a little longer than rest to figure all of this out? Here you will find the adventures of a well-rounded, intelligent, sometimes quirky girl (yes, I still call myself a "girl") who struggles with the idea she is supposed to be an adult, when she only feels like one every once in awhile.