The Return

I'm back from my fabulous Spring Break trip to Daytona with the girls, and I am settled back in, so let the blogging continue!! It was a much-needed break from the monotony, and I got a pretty fierce tan, so I'm all smiles about that. Also, I got to check one more thing off of my bucket list. I rode a slingshot!! You know those things where you sit in the little round thingy and they throw you up really high in the air like reverse bungee jumping? Yeah, I did that. Always wanted to, parents would never let me, parents don't go to Florida, I ride the Slingshot. It was a very good thing.

I got some pretty serious job search disappointments while I was gone, which threatened to kill the mood entirely, but I'm happy to say that I'm about 76.4% over it, and I'm already looking into some other promising ventures. I wonder how many times I'll write a sentence like that in this thing...DEPRESSING!!! moving on

Want to hear the best news of all? THE CATS ARE IN THE FINAL FOUR!!!!!!! I still just cannot get over this, even though it happened days ago. We're going to win the NCAA tournament championship. I hope everyone is prepared for that. I want a Final Four T-shirt so bad, but I'm not buying one yet in the hopes of purchasing a champs shirt next week.

Remember Phoebe? She had her puppies. Didn't see her for a few weeks, and now she's back, turning the neighborhood upside down in search of food. I'm now referring to her as a hussy. I thought she and I had a special bond, and I found out she's been cheating on me. Still love her. But she's a hussy.

I think that's it for now. I'm going to go call Dr. Marcia Fieldstone for my very own segment, entitled Destitute in Dayton. Good night, and good luck.

Busy Busy Busy!!

I'm packing for SBXI this afternoon. I'm taking off with 5 of my best girls to spend the week in Daytona. Funny that I didn't observe Spring Break until after I graduated, but that's fine. Like I told a friend who was teasing me about it, Spring Break is for anyone who is neither taking classes or working during the last half of March. I definitely fit the bill. Here are some of my favorite new buys for this trip...

White eyelet sundress, black cutout sandals, and the full array of multicolored jewelry from Charming Charlie's. I get more and more attached to that store every day. So cheap, and far too many options.

As many of you already know, I had my video interview for the Volkswagen Grad Program this past Wednesday, and it went swimmingly, if I do say so myself. I will find out on Friday if I get to move on to the in-person interview, so I will be a nervous wreck. However, it's better to be a nervous wreck on the beach with my Kindle than to be a nervous wreck at home with nothing to do. Wish me luck!!

I went with my mom to Campbellsville this past Tuesday so she could get her hair did. I hadn't planned to get anything done, but I ended up letting my aunt talk me into getting a feather in my hair. It is so not me, but I must say, I'm liking it. It makes me feel beachy-hippy, if you catch my drift. (Hold while I take a pic to show you.....)

What do you think? Normally you can't see this much of it, but I pulled my hair back to provide a more complete visual. It's actually quite subtle in reality.

As of this afternoon, the Cats have advanced to the Sweet Sixteen, and I'm extremely happy about that. I'm going to miss the rest of the games, so I look to my fabulous friends to keep me updated, please!

I am going to be so tan the next time you see me =) Peace out girl scout

Princess? Yes please (pt.2)

I know it's been a while. I've been enjoying a fabulous weekend with my two best Lexington girls who decided to come pay me a visit. I've been playing tour guide, which is one of my favorite things, even when there is so little material as Dayton has to offer. But, let's get right back into the last 4 of our fabulous single princes!!!

5. Prince Nicholas, Romania - Oh boy. This guy looks like a 19 year old bassist for a punk band. And, all I know about Romania is that my church frequently sends mission teams there, so I'm not sure if it would be on my top places to live. Being titled "Royal Highness" certainly has its charms, but there's just something about this dude that I don't like. I might be discounting him already, but maybe I'm being too hasty...

6. Prince Felix, Luxembourg - Here's what I like about ole Felix. First of all, his name is Felix. Second, he just looks like a Prince, don't you think? I mean, look at that spiffy outfit he's wearing. It's regal, and I like it. Also, Luxembourg is supposed to be a charming little country, bordered by 3 even more charming countries that I could frequently visit (Belgium, France, and Germany), and Luxembourg has the highest GDP per capita on the planet (according to Jean-Guillaume Ditter at the Burgundy School of Business). Felix has got some heavy ammo in his can.

7. Prince Amedeo, Belguim - I love a man in uniform, especially when part of that uniform includes a crown. Sure, he looks like he might have some mild rosacea, and he's a little frowny, but all I know is that I stood in front of his palace a year and a half ago, and I said out loud that if there was a prince of proper age living there, I'd marry him on the spot. (See, I'm not lying) I could just see us now, sitting on the porch (palaces have porches, right?), swirling hot chocolate sticks in mugs of hot cream. It's magical.

8. King Jigme Khesar, Bhutan - I wasn't going to include this guy in my list. I typically don't go for Asians, and I'm not sure that they would welcome an American queen in Bhutan. But, there are three things that I changed my mind. 1.)Bhutan is the 8th happiest country in the world. 2.)He just looks so peaceful in this picture, probably an effect of #1. 3.)KING!!!! No princess nonsense here. I'd go straight to Queendom, and I am so cool with that.

Now, I know I originally said that there were 9 of these, but really there was only 8 and I miscounted, so the fun ends here. I've thought about it. A lot. I mean, this is a big decision in a girl's life. She's got to take her time and explore all the options. I've mulled it over, and I've reached a decision. And the winner is..................................(drumroll).......................................

PRINCE CARL PHILIP OF SWEDEN!!!!!!!! (from my pt.1)

He's hot. He lives in an awesome country. He's a prince. What more do I need to know? Nothing. I'm sold. Packing up and moving to Sweden. Buh-bye

Princess? Yes please (pt.1)

Everyone knows I'm in the full swing of the job search at the moment. If you could see some of the things I've been applying for, you would see that this once big dreaming girl has become surprisingly earthbound, and that's okay. I think I finally figured out that running a billion dollar corporation in Manhattan probably wouldn't leave that much time for the family, so I'm willing to compromise.

That being said, there is one position I wouldn't turn down, despite the long hours and paparazzi. That, of course, is the role of princess. I don't need to be a Queen, that would just be asking too much. But, a princess? Ummm, yeah. I think I could do that. I watched The Princess Diaries. I even read a few of the books. I'm clearly qualified.

Unless you've been living in a cave for the past 5 years, you are well aware that William is no longer a viable option. I'm cool with that. He wasn't my type, and I personally didn't see the hotness there at all. Fortunately for me, there are other royals out there who are just waiting for a 5'9, raven-haired opportunist with southern charm, a sparkling wit, and a vernacular befitting a woman of noble birth to sweep in and capture their hearts. Readers the world over, I give you the first 4 of my 9 crown-wearing suitors...
(list courtesy of Cosmo)

1. Prince Harry, England - Who didn't see this one coming? Close friends and family will attest that Harry has been my favorite from the beginning. He lacks the boring straight laces of his older brother, and he doesn't have the immense responsibility of running a country in his near future. Great title, no pressure, and a ginger. My heavens, he might just be perfect. But let's don't get too hasty...

2. Prince Carl Philip, Sweden - Sweden has given us some great things. Alexander Skarsgard, the Millenium series, those little gummy fish candies.....and Prince Carl Philip. Look at him. Dark, mysterious, and royal. I think I could do very well in Sweden. They say it's the socialism that works, after all. Not to mention that Stockholm is a very picturesque little town, and I prefer cold weather anyway. There are really no downsides here.

3. Prince Andrea, Monaco - I'm not going to lie, this is not my look. I don't typically go for blondes. However, this young man also happens to be Grace Kelly's grand son, so he gets a free pass. That one simple fact is really all I need to know about Andrea. But, it doesn't hurt that I've been to Monaco, and it might be the single most beautiful place I've ever seen with my naked eyes.

4. Prince Philippos, Greece - I like Greek people. They are just generally good-natured, and they make delicious food that includes a lot of lamb. I wouldn't feel the need to jump off Acropolis Hill if I had to spend the rest of my life eating lamb souvlaki at a table with this baby-faced Georgetown University Grad. Also, I'm sure that the royal palace is a million times better than Hostel Zeus in the Sketchville district of Athens...

(To be continued...)

Stream of Consciousness

It's not been my best 24 hours. It's not depression or anything like that. It's more like disappointment on several levels, and I've just made up my mind to be ornery. (Isn't that a great word, ornery? I never have enough good opportunities to use it in a sentence.) Advance warning, my trains of thought are not all running on the same track, so I apologize if this comes out a bit disjointed (hence the title).

I'm not a devoted Bachelor watcher, but since I'm back home now, my gym buddy works on Mondays, and my parents love this show, I've been watching. Tonight is The Women Tell All. Wouldn't that just be the most liberating experience? I think I might get some maddening satisfaction from announcing on national television how I feel about the people in my life. Of course, I'm a naturally affectionate person, so most of my revelations would be in favor of the subject, but there's always a few people who might be surprised. 

Phoebe (you all remember Phoebe, don't you?) is about to pop. I swear her stomach has doubled in size since last week. We found out who her owners were last week, and I'm not really happy about it. They know she's here, but they're not coming to get her, and they are still expecting to get the puppies when they're born. I just don't know what I will do. But, in the meantime, I've been amusing myself with coming up with names for them. I like to give pets elderly, middle-class anonymous names. For the girls, I like Myrtle, Eleanor (Nell), Alma, and Mamie (for Mamie Gummer, of course). For the boys, I like Sherman (I'm dying to name a dog Sherman), August (Auggie), Felix, Hamish, and Remington Steele the Fourth.

I've been seeing this video of Cyndi Lauper singing in the loudspeaker at the airport in Argentina on the news all day. I don't know why, maybe it's just because it's a good-feeling song in the first place, but seeing this makes me so ridiculously happy. Maybe I should invest in some Cyndi Lauper music in these dark times.

The circus is in town this weekend. Ringling Brothers AND Barnum and Bailey's, so you know it's a big deal. The commercials are driving me nuts with the whole "Zing Zang ZOOM!" thing, but I kind of want to go. I've never been to the circus, I don't think. I say "I don't think" because I had a dream when I was little that I went, and it's one of those really vivid ones that seemed so real at the time that now I think it actually happened, but mom assures me I've never been. 

This post makes no sense, and I'm sorry. This is what my mind looked like for the past 20 minutes. 

Ferdinand Tombe Amoureux

It's late. I'm bored. I'm kind of depressed. I'm wondering why it's so hard to get a job. I'm cleaning out the files on my old computer. I find this. I laugh.

Assignment for French class: Write and illustrate a children's book. This is what I came up with (at about 3am, if memory serves. That should explain it). Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you my first ever French children's book. I'll translate for you...

Ferdinand Falls in Love, by Kacey Henderson

There once was a skunk whose name was Ferdinand. Ferdinand lived in a forest in England. He was a happy skunk, but he was also lonely. No one liked him because he smelled bad.

One day, he went up to a house and he looked in the window. On the TV, there was a skunk, like Ferdinand, and he was very handsome. His name was Pepe Le Pew and he lived in Paris. Ferdinand though Pepe was affable and charming. And, he had a very pretty girlfriend, whose name was Penelope Pussycat.

Ferdinand fell in love with her instantly. He said, "I will go to Paris right now and find Penelope Pussycat!"

Ferdinand swam the English Channel and took the TGV to Paris.

He searched for Penelope everywhere in Paris. He went to the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, and the Arc de Triomphe. He could not find her.

Sad and hopeless, Ferdinand went to a restaurant to drown his heart in wine. At the restaurant, he saw Pepe Le Pew! Ferdinand said, "Pepe! Where is Penelope Pussycat? I love her and I came to paris to find her!"

Pepe said, "It's a waste of time, my friend. She is inaccessible. She hates skunks."
"But, she is a skunk, is she not?" asked Ferdinand.

"Alas, no. I just discovered, she is in fact a black cat."

Ferdinand's heart was broken. He searched no more. He returned to England and lived the rest of his life all alone.

The End.

If I remember correctly, I believe I got full credit on this assignment, plus extra credit for creativity. Boom.