Why people bring up their partner unnecessarily during conversation

See the guy with the blond hair?...that's Michael. He was a guest of Meghan's roommate at their Thanksgiving pot luck and someone I'd never met before. He managed to bring up his girlfriend (who wasn't at the pot luck) in our conversation within the first few sentences of us talking, which made me immediately comfortable around him, but also gave me a lot to think about...which is why I thought he'd be the perfect candidate for my first meet-someone-new blog post.
I've been cursed with a mother who CANNOT have any sort of interaction with a man without flirting with him. Yes, she's a beautiful and charming woman, but she's also smart and witty although she chooses to dumb it down around men. I've always observed this and made my best effort not to follow in her footsteps and to use my wit and tenacity when conversing with the opposite sex, rather than taking advantage of my dimples and expert coy-head-tilt...but sometimes it's hard. This is especially true when you're single and, hell I'll just admit it, talking with someone who's cute.
When Michael brought up his girlfriend, the first thing I thought was "gee, that's sweet. He must really like her." Followed by "does he think I"m flirting with him???" But really, it was glaringly obvious that he purposely brought up his girlfriend, especially since it wasn't really necessary in the context of our conversation.
We went on to have a long and very enjoyable conversation. He's an anthropologist, which in my opinion is one of the sexiest careers-that-start-with-the-letter-A around (also see: archaeologist, architect, author) and seemed genuinely interested when I explained what a court reporter does. His "shitty roommate" story beat mine without question, and he laughed at my dorky jokes. (he also made the best roasted brussel sprouts, which is my favorite food ever).
Meghan said that when she saw us talking she wanted to come over and warn me that he had a girlfriend. I took that a little personally and it brings me back to not wanting to be like my mother...what am I doing to make my friends think that I can't have a platonic conversation with a guy?...I'll have to work on that.
In the end, my first ever meet-someone-new-for-my-blog attempt went swimmingly. And sticking with the trying-something-new concept, I am going to ask YOU (yes, you!) to comment with your opinion as to why people bring up their partner unnecessarily during conversation...comment anonymously if you'd like, I don't mind.

Randoms

Okay, enough! I've been trying (halfheartedly) all day to post the damn pictures from Thanksgiving and Roller Disco but they're just not working out and really, who the hell wants to see them anyway? In reality, the only reason for me to post them is so in a couple months when I read my archives I can be all "Oh yeah, I remember that! My hair was so short then." In the mean time, I have a lot on my mind, and it bums me out that I'm not in a place, mentally, where I feel comfortable sharing that stuff on my blog. I wish I could be the type of person who divulges every detail here, but I'm self conscience by nature (with cocky/overly confident undertones) and I'm just SURE that someone who I don't want knowing all my insecurities is reading this and thinking "wow, that Georgia sure is a piece of work" instead of "gee, that Georgia is one interesting girl with fabulous hair who never overuses commas!". So anyway, here's this in the mean time:
1. My brother and I have both had one seizure in our lives. My took place while I was sleeping when I was 12 and his took place in the video arcade at Sgt. Pepperoni's Pizza when he was 11.
2. I have a second interview on Friday for a job that I think will make me very, very happy...it involves writing...and answering phones, but I'm focusing on the writing part for now.
3. I told someone close to me a lie and I feel awful about it. I'm sure most people say this, but I rarely lie. I'm terrible at it and feel extremely guilty about doing it. This lie really doesn't affect this person very much, but I still feel bad and have already written the email to them telling the truth as well as explaining why I lied.
4. I've decided to start a blog project where I force myself to talk to someone at a social event that I wouldn't normally speak to, and then blogging the experience. I already have my first victim, um, I mean participant...I just need to write the entry.

Mince Words

Know what sucks? Coming home from a nice night at Alie's where ONE of the following was consumed:
a) caviar and champagne
b) oysters and designer beer
c) Cheddar Ruffles and Bud Light
I'll let you guess which one...anyway, coming home and finding that your darling kitty cat did this:

to your favorite ashtrays that you got at an Estate Sale in San Francisco for super cheap and that you loved so much and looked so pretty on your vintage vanity mirror. That sucks. He's lucky he's so damn cute:

When I wake up in the morning I promise to post the pictures from Roller Disco last Saturday. They look something like this:

Finally, here's proof I'm not totally useless in the kitchen:

gingerbread cupcakes w/ pumpkin cream cheese frosting

On-and-On

Ya know what's awesome? When you're feeling sick (okay, hungover) and super hungry but you're broke so you have no food in the house and even less motivation to cook, and then your roommate's awesome girlfriend comes over with a huge amount of really good food that her friend who's a caterer made and tells you that there's no way she'll eat all of it so please eat as much as you like. That's awesome.

My Thanksgiving this year was all kinds of wonderful. I don't want to say it's the best I've had in a long time because, in actuality, when I was living in San Francisco we had some really lovely and memorable Thanksgivings, but this year was still very nice. This year I opted to skip the usual family gathering for more nontraditional festivities. This included breakfast at Canter's with my sister and dad, followed by No Country for Old Men (yes, again). After that I hauled it to lovely Judy Gloom's house where all of us orphans ate way more amazing food than should be legal. Unfortunately, the pasta with creamy pumpkin/fried rosemary sauce I made didn't turn out quite right and although it wasn't terrible, I was too embarrassed to serve it...guess what I'm having for lunch for the next week? After a spirited game of Taboo, a few of us headed to Cha Cha, followed by the Bigfoot Lodge in hopes of trying their pumpkin pie shots (which they were out of, of course), followed by giggling, foot sitting and debauchery at Alie's house...followed by me passing out on her couch. If those who's cameras I commandeered (I fucking forgot mine) would be so kind as to hook me up with all the pictures I took, I'll post the photos soon.

Now, I'm going to go postal on that apple pie my roommates gf brought over. It's not even going to know what hit it.

Randoms

-I just saw No Country for Old Men. Definitely one of my top 20 favorite movies...but it made me need a hug pretty badly.
-In the middle of the movie, during a very quite scene, my stomach growled loudly. It was embarrassing.
-At some point in my life I'd like to live in one of these:

No, I'm not kidding...the sooner the better. I'd also like to live in the South at some point. If these two things coincide, all the better.
-I haven't felt like myself lately. I like myself, so I don't like this feeling.
-Although I grew up in a very suburban neighborhood, I feel more at home (and safer) living in a somewhat-seedy part of town. Unless it's a small southern town, I don't think I'll ever live in what anyone would classify as "the suburbs" again.
-My financial situation is pretty dire at the moment. I won't say how bad it is, but to give you an idea I have a confession...I've never in my life saved the end pieces of a loaf of bread before, I've always thrown them away (my grandmother would kill me if I told her this). Today I made a sandwich using one of the end pieces...that's how bad it is.
-There are many things in this world that make me overwhelmingly happy to be alive. Here are four random ones:




-Now I'm going to break the silence of my somewhat-seedy Silver Lake neighborhood by playing loudly (and badly) on my drum kit in the basement.

Breakfast

I just found this awesome picture blog where people send in their picture and a picture of what they had for breakfast. Something about it totally fascinates me. I wanted to make one for myself, but my breakfast this morning was boring/borderline embarrassing, so I made one for Elvis instead:




What did you eat for breakfast?

Oh No She Didn't (oh yes she did)

Not 1 hour ago, someone found this blog through Google by searching:

"+homemade +cute +first +orgasm -free -youtube -uneaten"

I kid you not. I have no idea either.

I don't know why this reminded me of a time about three years ago, back before we had a washer and dryer in our San Francisco flat, when I was doing some laundry at a local laundromat, minding my own beez-wax, when a guy approached me and started commenting on my feet (I was wearing sandals). I smiled a polite "leave me alone" smile, but this guy wouldn't let up about my feet. Now I'm pretty confident about the fact that my feet are quite adorable, but the last straw was when this creep told me that my feet were "totally turning him on". I got up and walked away, and now that I think about it, I don't think I've worn sandals in public since.

I'm kind of annoyed at the fact that I was brought up to be so damn polite. I think it's done me a pretty large disservice and I'm glad I've gotten to a point in my life where I can put on a pretty smile and tell someone to blatantly "fuck off". I hate thinking of all the situations I've been in (hell, even relationships I've been in) where I would have been so much better served by being a bitch and walking away, but instead tired my hardest not to offend or hurt feelings...such a waste of time.

I can't help but feel a huge amount of pride when I stand up for myself, knowing that just a couple years ago I wouldn't have dared. Telling my roommate that she needs to do her "fucking dishes"...giving the finger to the asshole that makes cat calls at me while I'm running around the reservoir...kicking one of the guys who started a fight in the living room of my friends house during a party. Jesus, I'm kind of a bitch...oh well, I'm not losing any sleep over it.

Goodnight.

trouble with a capital T

This past Saturday my band mates and I woke up relatively early, picked out our favorite cute dresses and knee socks (did you know I own about 20 pairs of knee socks?!) and headed over to my sister's house in Culver City to pose in our first ever photographs as a band. Please ignore the fact that we don't have a full song written yet, but I think the fact that we had an awesome two hour practice after the photo shoot makes up for that...we're trying, people. We also have a myspace, add us!: http://www.myspace.com/hardstark
Anyway, I don't have all the pictures yet, but my sister emailed me a couple good ones.

Randoms - List Edition

1. The past couple months have been the first time in my life when it hasn't taken me at least an hour to fall asleep at night. It feels like a weight has been lifted.
2. I shared a bunk-bed with my sister until I was 12. I didn't have a preference when it came to top or bottom bunk...both had their perks.
3. I drink my coffee black when I drink it at home or at work, or with breakfast. Otherwise I like a nonfat latte without foam.
4. I'm pretty certain I'm going to write a book of short-stories someday.
5. I get an overwhelming urge to rearrange my furniture every couple months...and when I go to other people's houses, I secretly think about how I would arrange their furniture.
6. I have an ugly, thumb print sized scar on my stomach from having a mole removed when I was 13 years old. I used to be very embarrassed by it, but I don't mind it anymore.
7. I heal "keloid".
8. Drinking a glass of wine while cooking dinner makes me feel like a grown up.
9. I've never seen a dead body. Although I adore real-life crime shows (Cold Case Files, The First 48, ect.), I hope I never do.
10-13. I just accidentally erased #'s 10-13 and can't remember what they were.
14. I took tap dancing lessons for about 6 years when I was a kid. I still tap sometimes when I'm bored, usually in supermarkets.
15. The ashes of my cat Whiskers, who I had for 20 years, is in a box next to my bed. I'm not sure what to do with them.
16. My favorite author, and probably my favorite person who ever lived, is Douglas Adams.
17. When I was 15 I met Ray Bradbury and gave him a three page letter I had written him detailing how much his books meant to me. That was one of the best days of my life. Two weeks later he sent me a package with various books and notes inside.
18. I sucked my thumb until I was old enough to know better (but not too old for it to be creepy).
19. I'm told I look like a young Liza Minelli somewhat often.
20. I almost never wear a bra.
21. I rub my feet together like a madman when I get into bed at night. It's very comforting to me. If I'm in bed with someone else, I'll rub my feet against theirs.
22. When I'm watching t.v., or sitting and talking with someone in a comfortable situation, I love having my feet sat on. Again, very comforting to me.
23. I think low-fat foods are a waste of time...but I do believe in moderation, even if I don't practice it all the time.
24. Drinking beer during the day is, to me, one of life's biggest luxuries.
25. I'm kind of obsessed with knowing what people smell like. I think it says so much about a person. I've never been in love with someone who's body odor I didn't love.
26. I can't walk by a cat or dog and not at least call to it.
27. My parents were very good-looking when they were young.
28. I'm very optimistic, even though I'm sarcastic and somewhat cynical. I have no doubt that my life is going to turn out well, and that I'll probably always be happy.
29. My family was pretty poor when I was growing up, which made my mom very unhappy. I have no ambition to be wealthy...it isn't important to me.
30. My first kiss was during a Truth or Dare game in 7th grade. I remember it perfectly.
31. Although my grammar isn't bad, apostrophe s's have always eluded me...this frustrates me to no end.
32. My favorite sound in the world is the sound of someone talking a shower at night while I'm in bed. My least favorite sound is wind chimes in the late afternoon.
33. The Bed Is In The Ocean by Karate is one of the best albums I've ever heard. Unlike most albums, I could (and do) listen to it over and over without getting sick of it.
34. I have a terrible crush on Jonathan Richman.
35. When we were in high school, my sister wanted to be a photographer. I was her muse and we'd orchestrate elaborate photo shoots where I would be in charge of my hair, make-up and wardrobe and she would direct me into poses. We worked well together. She gets paid a lot of money for taking pictures now, but rarely takes any of me anymore.
36. Had you known us as children, you would have never guessed that my brother would turn out to be the stable one...I'm proud of him for becoming that.
37. My bare feet almost never touch the ground...it makes me cringe. My feet go directly into my slippers when I get out of bed or step from the bathmat, directly into my shoes when I pull my pants on, ect.
38. Cleaning out the kitchen sink drain makes me gag.
39. It makes me sad that I don't think I can ever be close with my mother because of all the head games and drama she put me through while I was growing up, even though she's somewhat stable now. I immediately tense up when she tries to hug me, even though I'm a very affectionate person normally.
40. I love spooning...but I also like having the bed to myself.