You can thank me later for the joy I’m about to bestow upon you.

Just watch. Just… heh. HAHA. Oh my word. I think :37 seconds in is the best thing I’ve ever seen. Maru!

I said it: March 19th, 2012 under krittabug - No Comments.

Fun, period.

Have you guys heard the song “We Are Young” by the group Fun.? And yes, that’s a period AND a question mark, because they’re called Fun. with a period. And that’s fun.

FUN.

Anyway, good song. Go listen. Glee kids sang it in the most recent episode. You know, the one where Quinn Fabray… Oh, I’m just not even ready to talk about it yet. NOT READY. Plus I don’t want to spoil anything for people who aren’t caught up. And to those people I ask: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?

In other television news, I just caught up on this week’s episode of The Walking Dead, and holy balls. WHAT IS HAPPENING? I had read about that particular death, though did not expect it to go down like it did. AND THEN. WHAT? ARE YOU TELLING ME NOW THAT ZOMBIES JUST HAPPEN? Suddenly a zombie just becomes a zombie? Just like that? We are all doomed. I’m just saying. Mark my words. You heard it here first when the zombie apocalypse happens.

And while we’re talking about pop culture, let’s talk about Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, because now I have read the book, watched the original 2009 Swedish version of the movie, and the latest David Fincher movie, and OH. My god. I’m not gonna lie, the book, I felt, was “meh.” I had a hard time getting into it. It took me approximately 17 years to finish it. Once I did get into it, I really got into it, but still. It was a hard read for me.

BUT THE NEW MOVIE. Phenomenal. The original version, also fantastic, but something about David Fincher’s spin on it makes me happy. There were bits and pieces of the original that I liked better, but overall, the American version gets my vote. I thought Rooney Mara’s Lisbeth was out of control. She more easily convinced me that Lisbeth Salander was very damaged goods. And in a way that evoked more sympathy from me. In either case, Lisbeth Salander is a ridiculous badass to the one-millionth degree, so that’s not even up for discussion. She’s my new superhero. In case I needed a damaged goods superhero. Which clearly I do.

I’ll tell you what — the DVD comes out next Tuesday, and I’m BUYING IT SO HARD. You watch me.

What else? Tax return season is upon us, which only furthered my ability to crawl out of random debts and IOUs and secure my spot in upcoming races. All of these things = HAPPY.

Speaking of races: tomorrow night I’m joining my best good friend Other Krista for a beer 5K. As in, drink a beer, run a mile. Drink a beer, run a mile. Drink a beer, run a mile. Then probably throw up and collapse, but it’s OK because it’s for a good cause. A benefit for the Huntington’s Disease Society of America. So how can I say no, really? I mean, come on. What getting wasted on beer and running repeat miles has to do with Huntington’s, I just don’t know, but HEY. FUN!

Or Fun., rather.

And just like that we’ve come full circle.

I said it: March 13th, 2012 under krittabug - 1 Comment. Tags: beer, books, David Fincher, Fun, Glee, movies, Rooney Mara, running, television, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, The Walking Dead, zombies

Be kind to yourself and your boobies.

Found out tonight an old college pal is having a mastectomy next week to remove the breast cancer she detected in herself last month.

SHE’S 28-YEARS-OLD.

A month ago she noticed a lump, next week she’s having a double mastectomy to fight the aggressive cancer that’s inside her, which is likely to recur within the first five years.

So, suddenly the unflattering photo I saw of myself last week isn’t so serious. Neither are my shin splints. Or the 7 a.m. alarm. Or any other mundane, bullshit thing I want to complain about. Because I don’t have to go under the knife next week to have both of my breasts removed since there is a killer disease growing inside my body. AT 28-YEARS-OLD.

Gah.

Makes my tummy hurt. And my boobs.

Life is a for-real, serious thing, you guys. Treat it that way, I type, while simultaneously checking mah’ boobs for lumps. 

This is a lesson, as much for me as anyone else. Be kind to yourself. Have perspective. And the cliche “Don’t sweat the small stuff” is tiresome, but really, don’t sweat the small stuff. Because there are always bigger things. Scarier things. Now, ladies, go feel on your boobies. Now!

I said it: March 8th, 2012 under krittabug - 7 Comments. Tags: boobies, breast cancer, college, friends, life, mastectomy, perspective

Forever solidifying my ‘single’ status with one blog post.

My mom mentioned somewhere the other day that she’s never seen me happier. I could easily agree with that. I do agree with that. She told me she lives vicariously through me. Her daughter, 30-years-old, living on her own, taking trips, having adventures, answering to no one, easily navigating the mean streets of Madison, Wis…

OK, to be fair, she’s been sheltered. Married young, started a family young, now lives vicariously through the adventures of her cat lady youngest child. It’s understandable.

And while I do agree with her — I’m loving my life — I still can’t help but worry that I’m falling behind. All around me friends are announcing pregnancies, living through pregnancies, having babies. And I’m about to go full-on girl here but OMG BABIES I WANT ONE. No lie. I’m not gonna pretend all, “Oh, well, you know. If it happens.”

NO.

No, I want a baby. Mine. My own baby.

Not, like, tomorrow, but perhaps before my body’s like “Girlfriend, no.”

I totally do the math in my head. I’m 30 now. Single. OK, so first I need to meet a guy. You know, we’d have to date and stuff. Date, date, date. Poof! Get engaged. Get married. Not get divorced. Have a baby.

So basically by now I’m 42.

THAT IS ALL SO MUCH WORK. WHAT IF I NEVER GET TO HAVE A BABY, YOU GUYS, OMG. I’m serious. I can’t even believe I’m saying these things out loud. I freaking love babies. God, they’re adorable. I want to smoosh them. I want to hold them. I would be a good mom. But then it’s funny because at the same time I think, Having a baby means real responsibility. Probably marriage. No more adventures. I’d have to share my life.

While I don’t mind sharing my life with my own baby, does that mean I’d have to share it with a man, too? I’m so selfish right now. I want everything to myself. Mine! Or maybe if Ryan Braun would call me back we could get this thing started. God.

Point is: Wait, is there a point? I don’t know. But can someone just reassure me that I’m safe and I have time? Because in five years, if I’m still in the same place, I will go straight-up Addison Montgomery up in here and start picking sperm out of a catalog of suitable males and do this shit on my own. Watch me.

So until further notice, I shall remain a cat lady. And any man who previously read this blog just packed up ship and ran away screaming because GIRL IS CRAZY.

I said it: March 7th, 2012 under krittabug - 19 Comments. Tags: babies, cats, girl talk, marriage, relationships

I can never be accused of not spreading joy.

It wouldn’t be fair to not share these videos with my segment of the internet. I could watch these all day. In fact, I might. I’ll explode from happy soon.

I said it: March 5th, 2012 under krittabug - 5 Comments. Tags: cat lady, cats, happy, YouTube