My Twenty-Something Quasi-Soap

...reports that Barbaro, the horse that was seriously injured in the Preakness last year, was put down this morning after complications following another surgery. As eulogies abound across the Internet, I shall go against the grain (at the risk of sounding extremely cruel): It was a flippin' horse. Get over it. It should have been put out of its misery months ago. People had raised 1.2 million dollars for that freaking horse to help pay for all of the operations and equipment that it would need. We have sports writers eulogizing a freaking horse while we're losing American soldiers, human beings, every day in Iraq. But then again, in a country where dogs were saved before humans in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, I'm sadly not surprised. Trust me. I don't hate animals. I sometimes talk to my cat as if it were human. But I know it's just a cat. But honestly, people. Let's move on quickly from this. Barbaro was a horse . It was in pain. Let it go, and don'

Yes, boys and girls, today's my birthday and I'm 24 years old. That sounds overwhelmingly old and young at the same time, if that makes any sense. A near quarter-century on Earth is overwhelmingly long and short at the same time. I mean, when I was born, there was no widespread and (relatively) inexpensive use of the following: -Cable TV -Home computers -The Internet -Cell phones -Digital cameras -Portable video game systems -Cordless telephones -iPods A few weeks before I was born, federal regulation of airline fares ended. The American video game crash happened in 1983, and 24 years later, all I want is a Nintendo Wii. People listened to records, MTV was not a household name, and can we talk about the clothes? Let's not. Although we hold so much nostalgia for the 80's, we really can't say much for the fashion. But in the grand scheme of things, 24 years is not a long time. I guess that's a good thing. I shouldn't be so worried about my age, because honestl

...to research shoes anymore. As part of a project for work, I've been researching the price ranges on different brands and lines of shoes in order to find the best breakdown of Bargain, Moderate, High-End, and Luxury shoes. I was cruising the Nordstrom website (cause they always have fabulous shoes), and I saw them: Michael Kors suede slingbacks. In chocolate and black. *drool* and *sigh* My inner shoe diva has been reawakened, and I have fallen in love with these beautiful, beautiful shoes. They are sooooo worth the - *gulp* - $130 price tag. Honestly, in the grand scope of shoe prices, they aren't bad at all. I. Want. Those. Shoes. It's settled. I must win the lottery or marry a very rich man. (Or I could take my Christmas money with a little extra from my own piggy bank and buy them. Or wait until after the first week of Shoestring rehearsals. But I can't use my credit card.) I don't even care that I have no reason to buy these shoes being as that I rarely have

Today does not feel like 2007. Maybe because it was 57 degrees outside when I went on my lunch break. Or maybe it's because I spent the first 33 1/2 hours of the new year on the couch, wallowing in self pity. Either way, it feels more like 13/4/2006 instead of 1/4/2007. I am very tired. Probably more emotional drainage than anything else. Additionally, last night was Wednesday, which meant I was out at the bar with my boys doing the karaoke thing. Now I am 2 weeks away from my birthday, and I have no idea what I want to do for it. I am also getting impatient over not having snow. No, you are not hallucinating. Generally, I am a true hater of all things winter. My philosophy on snow has recently been that if it doesn't snow hard enough for me to get the day off of work, then it's not worth it. But I want to go snowboarding. Again, not a hallucination. I did try skiing about 9 years ago (geez louise, that's a long time ago!), and it wasn't exactly my cup of tea. But I