All the Single Blumberjacks

Is it me or does it seem like every blogger and all of her internet friends are married/engaged/"dating/in a relationship"-slash-what-in-the-actual-eff-does-that-even-mean/have-that-random-guy-who-appears-in-posts-but-who-remains-nameless(orthedreaded"DH"excusemewhileIbarf)/otherwise clearly not single?  

Just me?

Okay. Let's just take a moment to contemplate the ever-polarizing Love Story Post/Page. Blumberjacks (no? okay. I've been spending too much time with my dad. His sense of humor is catching and the rest of the fam is not thrilled with this little development) either gush about them or vehemently express their disgust. 

I enjoy a well-written love tale as much as one of the former, but... sometimes I just... Can I get a show of hands/solidarity from The Silent Ones. (I can count on one finger the number of single bloggers that I have come across, and that might not even still be the case). Where are you? And I'm not saying we need some sob story about how alone you are, but can you maybe mention it once in a while? It's not the worst thing. Maybe there really are very few single bloggers. In which case carry on but also what the heck? I have a feeling that there are quite a few people squirreling this detail away.

At the same time... I get it. Although it is no secret, I have felt uncomfortable 100% of the times that I have mentioned the fact that I am single. I suspect it has everything to do with sounding like a mega-downer who is giving a woe-to-me sob story, even when just mentioning it in passing. Which is ridiculous because clearly people have no problem flaunting (or I suppose whining/complaining/giving some sob story) about their significant others. Why should anyone have a problem mentioning the good, bad, and ugly of single life? I can't promise anything but I'm pretty sure owning it won't destine us to a long life of tending to our herd of cats' someone recently mentioned that a group of cats is a clutch. I had a few long moments of eye-blinking silence before I said that I was genuinely sorry about his life that he actually knew that little factoid. needs sans human interaction. 

I guess all I'm requesting is that if you happen to be a resident of SingleTown, don't completely omit that little tidbit from your blog? 

It's not the worst thing.

Pinky-promise.

Nobody dares break those things.

and...

Mention that you're single and you definitely will be.

...nothing but promises of totally worthwhile outcomes over here.

'tis true.

And worst case

we can commiserate together

All of the manatee pics are from Calming Manatee

Go enjoy some kindness by way of the gentlest sea creatures.

You know you want to.

While we're at it, can we agree to start a new trend and agree to be crazy manatee ladies because cat allergies? I mean would you just look at those manatee faces, who could resist? And plus, who wouldn't want a several hundred pound, vegetarian sea-faring sea cow friend? That's what I thought.

Fist bump,

Chey

Saturday List Vol. 3

The Saturday List on an actual Saturday? Well, well. It's 1 o'clock in the middle of the night and I'm waiting for a load of laundry to finish so I can pack for my trip to Worcester tomorrow for Lance & Kaylee's wedding (annnd for hanging out with all of my Worcester people. I've been going through withdrawal). When it comes to packing, I am the worst procrastinator and it absolutely has to do with the fact that it's my least favorite portion of traveling. Over the course of the next month I have three separate trips before I leave to move to New Zealand. Which equates to packing four separate times. Lord help us all. Now onto my regularly unscheduled Saturday randoms.

1. I am such a sucker for Dad jokes. My dad is, well, very stereotypical in the humor department. Whenever I'm around him I can't help but spew terrible puns and jokes. They frequently fly out of my mouth apparently without first passing through my dense grey matter. One time I was reunited with my parents for no less than two minutes when I dropped the punniest pun of them all. Dad was utterly tickled in the most giddy, gleeful way. Mom, well... 

not so much.

Anyways, I actually L-ed-OL at this gem:

(I pinky promise it's worth all 104 seconds of your life)

"Two Chips" / An Animated Short from Adam Patch on Vimeo.

Based on a true story.

Narration by Morgan Patch

3. I partook in some Warby Parker home try-on shenanigans a couple weeks ago, which means that really soon I can get some prescription sunnies! (Once I get my act together and get them my prescription... I need to give myself an ultimatum like two weeks ago). Protect my eyes from the sun and be able to see at the same time without layering my glasses? How novel. This has happened more times than I care to admit and it's a picture of both style and comfort wrapped up in one unfortunate package.

4. I got a backpack yesterday for my move to New Zealand. I'm preetttyyyyy sure I was definitely at least a little bit swindled, but... I know not what I'm doing. Tell me I'm not the only one who feels super uncomfortable going into stores for the adventurous outdoorsmenandwomen among us? Even if I had hiked the AT, canoed the entirety of the Great Lakes, and completed some 100-miler ultra races, I'm pretty certain I would still feel out of place. Just me getting inferiority vibes? Okay. I have a few chances to test out the new pack before my move, so fingers crossed that I was persuaded wisely. Note to self and others: when being fitted for backpacks, it is probably wise to wear a turtleneck because... sternum straps.

5. You'll never notice that I skipped number two.  Or maybe you will.

6.  Laundry's done, so now I need to go pack-slash-actuallyjustmoveallthatcrapoffmybedsoIcansleep. 

Peace out, Girl Scout.