Its official...its on Facebook.

I have realized that despite me being in my 30's now some things really just don't change.  Take declaring yourself as in a relationship for example.  As some of you might have guessed, or heard, or imagined in your dreamiest of dreams I recently started dating someone **pause for thunderous applause** and the other day my Manfriend and I....we will call him MP for now (no explanation--just enjoy it)...had "the talk" about moving from "dating" to officially labeling ourselves boyfriend and girlfriend.  It is so silly how reluctant and weird I was about transitioning from dating to calling him my boyfriend.  As my trusty blog sheriff Julie asked me: what is the difference between "dating" and boyfriend/girlfriend?  There is a big difference...in my most humble bloggy opinion.  It is kind of like making the jump from being engaged to being married.  That is a huge step is it not?  When you go from being engaged to being married some say you just sign a simple piece of paper, however that piece of paper will cost you an arm and a leg and a whole lotta drama if you want out of that marriage.  Same goes with going from dating someone to being their boyfriend or girlfriend.  When you are dating someone you can simply stop returning their phone calls...or texts...(does anyone really call each other anymore?) and then relationship is over.  When you are someones boyfriend or girlfriend you actually have to break up with the person in order for it to be over.  I mean yes you could just stop returning their calls as well, but chances are they have keys to your house that you gave them when you were all boyfriend-y and girlfriend-y and then comes the awkward moment of them just showing up at your house...in the middle of the night....angry...you get what I am saying.  So call me gun shy, call me a chicken, call me an effing heartless relationship phobic biatch but I was a little reluctant to move from just dating to "label land".  However after much persuading (ok it was mild threatening) from our trusty friend Julie I realized that if I liked MP enough...which I do...then I was being silly (ok bitchy but its the holiday season still so we will use clean words...for the baby cheez-it) by not...oh dear how did Julie put it...yelling my new found relationship status from the top of the highest mountain top.  So in this age of technological advancement (AKA our sick obsession with social network sites) I knew that the highest mountain was Facebook...and the loudest yelling I could muster was the good ol relationship status change.  So I bit the bullet my dear friends, and I changed my status from single....to in a relationship.

Mama needs a cocktail.

Cheers.

Good morning and salutations!

Hello dear friends!  It is Wednesday, it what has to be the longest week of all time...of ALL TIME.  That could be for many reasons: one--I hate my job, two--I am 32 hours away from a 12 day vacation from said hell-on-earth job, and three--because it is almost CHRISTMAS TIME!!  So yes...like I said this week has been the longest week.  Ever. 

So I know that I wrote a few posts ago that I have not been a good girl and I have neglected my blogging responsibilities, and then I didn't really remedy that problem and I continued to ignore my post.  Please do not think that it is because I don't love the fact that my random spasms of blogs don't bring the 5 of you that read them joy because that is not the case!  Blame it on Julie for not nagging me to post stuff, blame it on my mind going into a romance induced mooshy state (thank you Match.com...I really have not thanked you enough), blame it on the rain...whatever you blame it on know that I love you all, each and every one of you. 

As we all know, unless you have been living under a rock and have therefore lost all sense of time--if that is the case welcome back--we are in the thick of the holiday season!!  The time of year that I lustfully wait for is upon us!  This year I do have to admit--hold for anticipation--it took me a few days to get into the whole "Christmas Time Is Here" spirit.  **HUGE GASP** I know I know!  Never fear my friends your "Christmas Queen" (Charlie Brown reference...anyone?...anyone?) came to her senses and my house is appropriately decorated so that I may keep my title...although it ALWAYS needs more decorations and I have been stead fast at working on achieving a certain level of "Christmas has thrown up everywhere".  Still working on it.  Every year I pack up my holiday decorations (all whilst sobbing and drinking lots of wine...which I am not sure if it makes it hurt more or hurt less...I should conduct a study--while drinking wine of course), and every year I swear I have enough decorations.  Then the next year the day comes when I pull out my decorations and I am met with a sense of horror at my inadequate amount of decorations!  It literally puts me into a panic attack at the audacity of myself thinking that I in any way call myself the Christmas Queen at all.  How does this happen?  Last Christmas I was so happy staring at my loot of decor like a pirate staring at a treasure chest of gold, and this year I am left crying hysterically in a corner while tearing my hair out and the sight of the 2 broken Christmas ornaments that make up my stash.  So this year I have decided I am going to get 4 new Christmas boxes...the red and green kind...we all know them and know them well.  I am going to fill those babies to the brim with Christmas decor and dag nab it, if I still am thrown into a state of discontent next year when I open up the boxes...well then I just don't know.  I guess in reality...what would Christmas be without a famous Hattie meltdown?  I mean really!

Tis the season!

When I am wrong I am wrong.

One of the golden nuggets of wisdom my mom taught me growing up is when you are wrong, admit you are wrong and appoligize for it.  So folks, I was wrong, and I am sorry.

Match.com works.

The end. 

More later :)

I AM BACK!

Hello dear friends!  I am so sorry I have left you lonely and abandoned for so long!  I have been on vacation and have neglected my blogging duties and for that I am very sorry.  However I think that if you hear what I have been doing in the last few days since we have spoken you shall forgive me :)  So in the last few weeks huge things have happened!  I finally turned 30!!  Remember that huge countdown I was doing...you remember...the one I would not stop talking about.  Well it finally came and went, as countdowns inevitably do, and wow was it a rockin good time!  My wine tasting trip up to the valley was a blast and a half, and while only 8 of the 20 that RSVPd were there, it was still a fun time.  We drank buckets of wine, and rocked out with out corks out!  Then came the weekend of Disneyland where my 3 best friends in the entire world converged together to join me in my happiest place on earth.  It was a great time filled with tons of wine (naturally) and lots of laughs.  What a special way to ring in a new decade.  My actual birthday was pretty mellow, with my sister and myself doing a little wine tasting and a little happy hour action, and then home to watch Disney movies--my sister really is a champ when it comes to my love for that cartoon mouse :).  So now I am 30, it has happened.  I have to say, much like everyone told me, it really didn't hurt as bad as I thought.  So far I find that 30 is looking good on me.  More about that later...hahahaha.

Cheers to being fabulous and 30!

Remembering what we are thankful for.

The holiday season is upon us, and while I think that some places have jumped the gun a smidgy-poo early on the Christmas decor (day after Halloween is stretching our luck a bit) I love me some holiday season so I will secretly clap my hands with joy at this.  With Thanksgiving right around the corner and people (myself included of course) are already consumed with planning their holiday menus, starting their Christmas shopping, and rocking out to Frank Sinatra Holiday CD's (and I know it is not just me!) I want to take a moment to remember one of our more important holidays: Veterans Day.  This momentous holiday is all too often looked over because of the twinkle and sparkle of the other more glittery holidays, however it is because of Veterans day that we are even able to celebrate Thanksgiving and Christmas (and anything else).  The day before Veterans day: November 10th 2011, is the Marine Corps 236th birthday.  Everyone who knows me knows that I love me some Marines and nothing makes me more proud then my little brother John, my favorite Marine.  Today I would like us all to remember how fortunate we are to have freedom, a freedom that most of us didn't pay for ourselves, but that someone--like my brother--earned and continues to earn for us.  Remember all of those that raised their hand when we did not to ensure that this freedom is protected at all costs.  That stood in line and offered their lives for ours if and when it is ever needed.  Marines (and other soldiers) don't get to pick their war, they don't get to choose their fight.  They go where they are needed.  They fight with honor, bravery, and valor.  So much is asked of them and yet so little is given back to them.  As we all gather in the next few weeks with our friends and family whilst we stuff ourselves to the brim let us all please remember the men and women that don't get to be with their families on these days because they are doing a greater job somewhere else.  All over the world there are men and women that are eating an MRE for Thanksgiving dinner, and spending Christmas night not by a crackling fire but sleeping in a cold bunker half way around the world.  Remember these men and women and give thanks that we have people like them protecting all that we hold dear.

Happy Veterans Day!  Happy Birthday Marines!  Ooorah!  :)

t-minus one week friends....

We are officially one week away from the big 3-0!!  It is kind of weird to think that I started this countdown the day I was driving back from Disneyland on my last birthday and BAM! here we are...one little week away!!  AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

That is all for now...I am going to go curl up in a corner and cry...or go home sit on the couch and drink a bottle of wine...you say tomato I say tomaaatoe ;)

Gone fishin'

Sometimes I wish there weren't so many fish in the sea.  Recently I have found myself wishing I was back in "the olden days" when you got to a certain age you were just paired up with someone.  Wam bam you had yourself a husband.  Forget that you were 12 and he was probably your cousin, that is neither here nor there, the point is you didn't have to go on countless blind dates or battle through myriads of men looking for a mother or a meal ticket.  I am sick of the dating world.  The other night while talking to a dear friend of mine about my past relationships my roommate interjected by asking me "have you ever dated someone normal?!" and I thought about it for a second and after much serious contemplation with lots of eye squinting (squinting helps you remember those that you choose to forget...trust me) I could only think of one person that I have dated that was semi normal.  I use the word dating with him very softly as it was more of a friendship that turned into us living together...in a one bedroom...one bed...ok you see where I am going.  So technically that wasn't really "dating".  There was no "I love you", in fact I remember the first and only time he said "I miss you" and it was weird.  Ok so ya, I have never had a "normal" relationship.  After being single for over a year...yes over a year you heard me right...and after several failed attempts by my lovely friends to set me up with someone I have ventured into the world of online dating.  **HUGE GASP**  I know I know!  I have to admit I fell for those eHarmony commercials like a lead balloon.  It was bad.  Not to mention the months and months of my friends suggesting...ok demanding...me to try online dating.  I guess my endless cat stories are getting old and they would rather hear something other then what Lyla did this morning..I can't understand why.  Anyway, I signed my single self up for online dating thinking, hoping, wishing, and yes praying that something would happen that would give me something else to do on a Saturday night other then drink wine and love on my cats.  Not.that.I.am.complaining.  *Ahem...haters* Well my fair weathered friends let me just tell you the online dating world is NO BETTER then wandering into your local watering hole and meeting all of the creepy-mc creepers that are there giving you the googly eyes.  The way online pimps get ya is to send you ENDLESS emails about so-and-so and how they could be a match, or how they want to communicate, or whatever and you get these ridiculous questions and weird "ice-breakers" that make no sense and then when you try to communicate you can't tell if your damn message was sent or if you sent it 4 times on accident and now he thinks you are a stalker...amazing.  PLUS...and not to sound shallow, I know Victoria's Secret isn't beating down my door for me to do a cover shoot, but FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS CLEAN AND HOLY these men are NOT attractive.  Now I don't need me some Christian Bale look alike...I would LOVE it...but I don't NEED it.  See what I have learned in my old age?  However some sexual attraction would be nice!  Some sort of...oooh he's cute...would be preferable!!  Like I said before, this is not the 1700's when all I have to pick from is my cousin, or the widower black smith with one hand.  I SHOULD HAVE SOME OPTIONS!  So yes, after my first few weeks of online dating I think it is safe to say it is no better fishin online then it is fishin in a dive bar...and at least with a dive bar you have booze and we all know everything is better with a little booze!!