(Written on the car ride home. Just a warning, it's really lame.)
Random List of Things That I Am Thankful For
By Libby Genz
It’s 11/25/10, aka Thanksgiving Day. Or night. Since it’s 8:00pm. Whatever. Here’s my list of things I’m thankful for!
I am thankful that I get to listen to Christmas music now. Well, if we’re being honest, I’ve been listening to Christmas music since November 1st. So I guess I mean that now I can shamelessly listen to Christmas music.
I am thankful that I got to spend the past couple days with my wonderful and quirky family. I am also thankful that those couple of days were spent in Owensboro at my grandmama’s house. Which reminds me:
I’m thankful for Owensboro, KY. I love Owensboro. If you haven’t been, go. I’m thankful for the Famous Bistro downtown and it’s delicious food, also Old Hickory and Ale 8 (even though my mother refused to stop and let me get some on the way out of town). I’m thankful for the Winter Wonderland that happens every holiday season down by the riverfront. It has an outdoor ice rink, and even kiddie rides, which come to think of it is pretty stupid because who would want to ride those things when it’s 40 degrees out? It’s still charming though.
I’m thankful that I got to stuff my face today.
I’m thankful for turkey, specifically the dark meat.
I’m thankful for Aunt Beth’s amazing gravy.
I’m thankful for cranberry sauce.
I’m thankful that I actually like cranberry sauce now.
I’m thankful that every Thanksgiving, someone tells the story of how when I was a baby, Pop gave me some cranberry sauce and it made me cry. Everyone had to wait another hour to eat, and when Grandmama had finally calmed me down and brought me back to the table, Pop gave me another bite. I cried again. He for some reason really enjoyed seeing what unpleasant food he could get me to eat. I remember once he convinced me to eat a pepper from a pizza box. And then when I inevitably squealed in pain, Grandmama offered me a glass of milk, and he said, “naw, give her water!” and then he laughed when the water made it worse.
I am thankful, arguably most thankful for Grandmama’s stuffing. It is literally the best stuffing in the entire world. I could eat this stuffing for every single meal and I would never get sick of it.
I’m thankful for butternut squash.
I’m thankful for broccoli casserole.
I’m thankful for rolls.
I’m thankful for derby pie and pumpkin pie.
I’m thankful for Grandmama’s cooking in general.
I’m thankful that I get to see some best frands when I get back to St. Louis. I’m thankful that Anna is having a good time in Morocco and that she is safe.
I’m thankful for gooey butter cake.
And my dog. He’s super cute. He’s curled up by my feet right now.
I’m thankful for my fellow 2711 inhabitants. Incase no one knows, I have really cool roommates. I am thankful for Brittany, Kristen, and Nina. They make it fun to live at Belmont. If they weren’t there, it would suck. Hard. I’m also thankful that we have such a cool RA. Pukey Lukey is the best.
I’m thankful for all my friends at school who make going to class entertaining.
I’m thankful to have a good job with two spectacular bosses. (It sounds like I’m sucking up. I’m not. If you knew them, you’d know they’re just awesome. It’s the best job ever.)
I’m thankful to have a good family, Genz, Reynolds, and Moehrle. A Daddy and a common-law-step-mom in Denver, and a Mom and Step Dad in St. Louis. I have a beautiful sister and adorable brother.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Moldy Potatoes
I am super tired. Just got back from a small get together at my friend Ari's house :) haven't seen those bitches in a loooong ass time. I've been really busy this weekend. I am currently in the process of writing a 14 page paper, and making up a bunch of other work. Oh, and the rough cut for our historical documentary is due Tuesday, so the group is working on that. Blah blah blah. Lots of stress. I needed a little release on a blog where I don't need to sound professional (stay tuned for a post on Napiers, it's coming once I get this paper done.)
I wrote this on Friday? I think? Anyway. I needed something to write about that really didn't have any substance, to get out everything that was on my mind so I could be productive (It didn't work, but it was worth a shot.) So, here it is. Ready go:
I was in class today, and found myself distracted (as usual). I started thinking, in this, the 21st month of my single life, of all the things I find attractive about the opposite sex. It should not surprise anyone that this list of things is very, very weird. Men have it so easy in the world of Libby.
They are as follows. Not all are necessary for the guy to be considered attractive, but the more qualities he has the better:
Has Brown Eyes. Now, to be fair, a guy needs to have more than just brown eyes. But, between a hot guy with blue eyes and a hot guy with brown eyes, the brown eyed guy always wins. Unless he's an ass hole. Or shorter than me. Or has weird facial hair. Or wears fake glasses. Or is a hipster.
Has Brains. I find smart guys extremely attractive. Being intelligent is probably my biggest turn-on. Some girls need muscles and guys who are into sports and, you know, beer and tools and other manly things. No no. Not Libby. Libby needs more than that. Science Olympiad champion? Sexy. Does he take pages and pages and pages of notes in class? Like, more words than the teacher actually says out loud? Super hot. If he uses a word I've never heard before within the first 5 minutes of meeting him, I am automatically smitten. Unless he's too pompous. That ruins it. And, honestly, it's really hard to find a non-pompous smart guy. But when I find one, I'm all on it.
Rocks a mohawk. HOT. HOT HOT HOT HOT. To be clear: NOT one of those half-assed shaved ones that you can't really see at all. A big ass, balls to the wall mohawk. Or a grown out one. If it's colored too, all the better. I have a theory about this one. I think it falls in the category of "my mother would hate this and that's why I like it."
Obsessed fan of something, not sports. For example: obsessed with Star Wars, or Harry Potter. I find this incredibly endearing. It could be whatever really. My weird obsession is pirates. I can talk about pirates all fuckin day. Whatever it is, his love for this thing cannot be lukewarm. It has to be deep and passionate. He needs to know the stupidest and most random facts about it. If he has a collection, its even more awesome. When someone asks him about this topic, he gets really excited and doesn't shut up.
Is a lefty. I don't know. Lefties are just indubitably more attractive than righties.
Has a southern accent. The only thing that could possibly beat a sweet, smooth southern accent is a British accent. British guys win by default.
Plays guitar. Or any other instrument really. Mainly guitar though. It's very cliche, but a guy is more than just a guy when he's holding a guitar.
Loves his mom. This one doesn't need a explanation.
I wrote this on Friday? I think? Anyway. I needed something to write about that really didn't have any substance, to get out everything that was on my mind so I could be productive (It didn't work, but it was worth a shot.) So, here it is. Ready go:
I was in class today, and found myself distracted (as usual). I started thinking, in this, the 21st month of my single life, of all the things I find attractive about the opposite sex. It should not surprise anyone that this list of things is very, very weird. Men have it so easy in the world of Libby.
They are as follows. Not all are necessary for the guy to be considered attractive, but the more qualities he has the better:
Has Brown Eyes. Now, to be fair, a guy needs to have more than just brown eyes. But, between a hot guy with blue eyes and a hot guy with brown eyes, the brown eyed guy always wins. Unless he's an ass hole. Or shorter than me. Or has weird facial hair. Or wears fake glasses. Or is a hipster.
Has Brains. I find smart guys extremely attractive. Being intelligent is probably my biggest turn-on. Some girls need muscles and guys who are into sports and, you know, beer and tools and other manly things. No no. Not Libby. Libby needs more than that. Science Olympiad champion? Sexy. Does he take pages and pages and pages of notes in class? Like, more words than the teacher actually says out loud? Super hot. If he uses a word I've never heard before within the first 5 minutes of meeting him, I am automatically smitten. Unless he's too pompous. That ruins it. And, honestly, it's really hard to find a non-pompous smart guy. But when I find one, I'm all on it.
Rocks a mohawk. HOT. HOT HOT HOT HOT. To be clear: NOT one of those half-assed shaved ones that you can't really see at all. A big ass, balls to the wall mohawk. Or a grown out one. If it's colored too, all the better. I have a theory about this one. I think it falls in the category of "my mother would hate this and that's why I like it."
Obsessed fan of something, not sports. For example: obsessed with Star Wars, or Harry Potter. I find this incredibly endearing. It could be whatever really. My weird obsession is pirates. I can talk about pirates all fuckin day. Whatever it is, his love for this thing cannot be lukewarm. It has to be deep and passionate. He needs to know the stupidest and most random facts about it. If he has a collection, its even more awesome. When someone asks him about this topic, he gets really excited and doesn't shut up.
Is a lefty. I don't know. Lefties are just indubitably more attractive than righties.
Has a southern accent. The only thing that could possibly beat a sweet, smooth southern accent is a British accent. British guys win by default.
Plays guitar. Or any other instrument really. Mainly guitar though. It's very cliche, but a guy is more than just a guy when he's holding a guitar.
Loves his mom. This one doesn't need a explanation.
Monday, November 1, 2010
To the Love of My Life
My dearest Colin Firth,
Super, bloody handsome. CHECK.
That's really all that I ask of a man. Handsome, English accent, well educated. It also doesn't hurt that you're famous and rolling in dough. And so, my dear, you will be mine.
Now. I realize that achieving this will be difficult. We face many obstacles, my darling, but don't let that get you down. I've thought everything through.
First obstacle, is of course, your current wife. I'm sure she is a lovely woman, but she's no me. She needs to go. This is the one thing I'm going to need you to take care of. I'll handle everything else.
So once she is rid of, we will need to meet face to face. I'm still working out this particular part of the plan. Perhaps there will be some kind of sweepstakes I can enter, and you'll fall in love with me. Maybe you'll receive a plane ticket to Nashville from an anonymous sender. If you get this, you'll need to come to Nashville right away. Or maybe I'll claim that I'm pregnant with your child. If all else fails, I am not above kidnapping you.
Once we are physically together, I need to obtain a machine that makes people younger. Not too much younger. Just about 15-20 years younger. You are 50, after all. Don't get me wrong, the silver fox thing you have going on is so very sexy. However, I can't bring myself to marry a man who is older than my mother. So, we'll need to fix this.
After all of this is finished, we can finally live together in peace, my Colin, my darling, my love.
With Love,
Libby Genz (You're Future/Next Wife)
First, let me just say, that I adore every movie I've seen with you in it. You are my ideal man. I know this to be true, even though I don't actually know you personally. I know enough.
"Born into an academic family - his father is a history lecturer at Winchester University College (formerly King Alfred's College) in Winchester and his mother is a comparative religions lecturer at the Open University"
High Educational values. Check.
According to IMDB, born in Grayshott, Hampshire, England, UK .
English. Check.
Super, bloody handsome. CHECK.
That's really all that I ask of a man. Handsome, English accent, well educated. It also doesn't hurt that you're famous and rolling in dough. And so, my dear, you will be mine.
Now. I realize that achieving this will be difficult. We face many obstacles, my darling, but don't let that get you down. I've thought everything through.
First obstacle, is of course, your current wife. I'm sure she is a lovely woman, but she's no me. She needs to go. This is the one thing I'm going to need you to take care of. I'll handle everything else.
So once she is rid of, we will need to meet face to face. I'm still working out this particular part of the plan. Perhaps there will be some kind of sweepstakes I can enter, and you'll fall in love with me. Maybe you'll receive a plane ticket to Nashville from an anonymous sender. If you get this, you'll need to come to Nashville right away. Or maybe I'll claim that I'm pregnant with your child. If all else fails, I am not above kidnapping you.
Once we are physically together, I need to obtain a machine that makes people younger. Not too much younger. Just about 15-20 years younger. You are 50, after all. Don't get me wrong, the silver fox thing you have going on is so very sexy. However, I can't bring myself to marry a man who is older than my mother. So, we'll need to fix this.
After all of this is finished, we can finally live together in peace, my Colin, my darling, my love.
With Love,
Libby Genz (You're Future/Next Wife)
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