It makes me cringe. And it makes you look stupid.

If it's a list or a line it's a queue not a cue.

Interests aren't peaked they are piqued.

There are so many more.  But I'm at my weekly allowance for snide.

More than anything. More than the moon.

I wish there were a 'dislike' button on Facebook.

29 Dates by 29 Years!

So here it is, the grand idea I heard and borrowed and modified just for me -- 29 Dates by 29 Years Old!

Contrary to popular speculation, I am 28 years old, almost 29. I am not too young to enter contests, nor rent a car, even. I did not have my 22nd birthday while on my mission, nor did I graduate in a year after the millennium. (I know. I'm trying to get over it, too.)

As such, I have been on more than 29 dates in my lifetime. Many more. But as stated in the wisdom of U2, "I still haven't found what I'm looking for".

See, dating is like shoe shopping. You can't just pick one pair in one store and buy it! You have to try it on, walk with it for a while, see if it's comfortable, if it fits you properly, and if it's the right price! You can go to another store, see if you find something you like better, and if not, go back to your original pick. It may still be there, it may not be... But wait! Who says you can't get a bunch of boxes down at once and try a lot of shoes all in one store? I like the store I'm in; I like the shoes I've found... but to expedite the decision and purchasing process, I've set a goal and made plans. My goal is 29 dates before my 29th birthday this year.

And you get to read all about it. Lucky you.

Tagged.

Three confessions.

Thanks for this wonderful opportunity, Fin.

Confession one:
One time, in 5th grade, I mixed up all this fake puke and I went to the theater and sat on the balcony ... . You know the rest of the story.

Confession two:
My driver's license says I weigh 136. It has since I was 16. I have not weighed that since long before I was 16.

Confession three:
I secretly think in British. When I see people standing around, waiting in a line, I don't think line, I think queue. When I talk about my apartment, I think about my flat. I think things are brilliant instead of great. I don't walk on the sidewalk, I walk on the pavement. I wear a sweater but I pick out a jumper.

So far I have been able to not say these out loud. I'd like this to continue.


I tag ... Cerra ... Cami ... and Allyson.