Why I love Jordan Catellano

The most wonderful even has occured. ABC online is now showing the series My So Called Life. I remember watching these years ago when when they were shown on MTV. Back in the day when flannel shirts and leggings were in and Seattle was the hottest spot in music. I love Claire Danes as Angela Chase with her red hair and incredibly intelligent thought process that all us viewers get to sample.

But the real high light of the show is Mr. Jared Leto as Jordan Catellano, the love interest of Angela. He has this mysteriousness that all truly wanted males have. He has friends, but we don't ever see them or learn of their names. He has the "I'm so chill" effect that adds to his appeal. Yes, he can't read very well and completely lacks normal communication skills, but those moments in which he does show his vulnerable side are well worth the flaws.


So when conversing with other ladies about Jordan, it was unanimous that we all loved him. But looking at all the flaws, why did we love him? He's decent looking, but not uber-hot. He's not motivated unless you consider him writing a song about his car for the band, never missing 5th period shop class or hanging out with the infamous Tino.

Then it dawns on us. We love him, because in the story, he's unobtainable. He doesn't show up when he's supposed to, never calls and just kisses Angela at the most random times. Never committing to more than that. Always keeping her interested, but never letting her in. He is a wanted man because she can't have him all to herself like she wants.

That's the appeal. Wanting something you can't have, makes you want it more and makes it more appealing. But take that factor away and what's really left? He's not that amazing and I don't think that I really love him. But I do enjoy the show and will keep watching, but after this little analysis of Jordan, he'll never have the same effect on me ever again.

The Baths of Truth

Instead of wasting all my time being a stay-at-home daughter, I earned my keep and Truth's Christmas present got done. I had been calling her for the last month hounding her about choosing a color for the rooms. When I arrived, there were 4 colors painted on the wall. Truth had me pick out my favorite and I said, "Of course not that one." Turns out that's the one she wanted to paint the rooms. But I have to say that she didn't do a good job painting it, so it looked really gray compared to how it looks now on the walls.
I taped the edges and got ready to go. First I primed the bathrooms to prevent the mold from returning from the black hole to which I sent it. Painting for me is soothing and very relaxing. You go up with the roller. You go down with the roller. It's not brain surgery. So the trickiest part is making sure that you get it in all the little crevices. And I did spend a lot of time reviewing all my work.
I also painted the edges with a small brush and the molding and ceiling a lovely color called Bone. I have lived in that house with all the walls of Bone and have vowed never to paint a single room in my own house that color. It's not bad, its just too much for me.
But the best part was getting to decorate the rooms. I have before and after pictures and although the rooms aren't complete yet, I totally fell in love with them. It's amazing what a little color can add to a home.
The best part of painting was that Truth let me pick out the color of the bathroom upstairs. I go to my local home improvement store and go right for a bold blue or red. Truth hates both, but hates the blue the least. I told her she wouldn't be up there anyways so she shouldn't care what color it was.
The blue was a little bold, so I only painted 2 walls and it looks AMAZING!!! With some red towels and sailboat picture my sister-in-law said it was very Tommy Hilfiger. Truth's big addition to the room was a picture of naked dancing women on the wall. "It is a bathroom after all," she says. True that Truth. I love the color so much that I would just walk in the room and just get all giddy with excitement and squeal like a little girl.
It was fun to do. For her bedroom we got new bed stuff and colors and redecorated that as well. She went for some very warm colors like gold and red for the bed and I helped. I think I might be considering a career change, well, maybe just a part time career change.

My Pretty Pretty Princess Party

So to end the Winter Festivities we had a last minute Pretty Pretty Princess Party at Truth's for Little Miss RB. So, every time I go home, I put on my opera dress and twirl around, do chores and serve Truth hot chocolate just for kicks. Because honestly, who doesn't love a dress you can twirl in? And that dress can twirl like you've never seen. I've got mad twirling skills I have to brag. But the real princess was little RB. She got to put on her Cinderella dress and light up shoes. Truth and I put out the good tea set and we had a nice little afternoon tea time, minus the tea.
To really help RB win the hearts of her prospects of Prince Eric, Prince Charming and Prince Edward, we practiced walking with books on our heads, sipping hot chocolate with the pinkies out and all the other fine qualities that make a princess.
Good thing we kept all those prom dresses. And to think, some girls would only wear them once. Honestly, it was a great afternoon and brought back great memories of growing up Princess-Style.
Please ignore the tags on Truth's dress. Its my fault.

The Joys of Being a Stay-At-Home Daughter

Christmas break went by too fast, but I had the time of my life being a stay-at-home daughter. Now, many of you may be thinking, "What exactly is a stay-at-home daughter?" and I would like to explain this to you now
A stay-at-home daughter is like its parent term stay-at-home mom with certain alterations.
Let's compare.

The mom has children to get up and get ready for school and make their breakfast.
The daughter sleeps in until her body naturally has had enough rest for the evening and can leisure around the house as needed.

The mom has lots of errands to run and things to do after she drops off the kids at school.
The daughter goes to the gym around 9 and works out for as long as desired.

The mom has lunch with girlfriends or while running errands.
The daughter has lunch with girlfriends or makes lunch for mother.

The mom has kids to pick up in the afternoon and needs to take them to after school activities.
The daughter needs to shower by this point in the day and should probably brush her hair, but its not Sunday, so she doesnt. Nor does she put on make up because once again, its not Sunday.

The mom has stuff to do.
The daughter takes a nap because she's really tired of all the day's activities.

The mom makes dinner of mac and cheese.
The daughter makes dinner of eggplant parmaggiano and roasted peppers over chicken.

The mom makes the kids to do homework and go to bed early.
The daughter makes the mom watch movies and stay up late.

The mom does house work.
The daughter does too.

The mom reads a bed time story to the kids that has a nice ending and usally ends with the phrase "Good Night."
The mom makes the daughter read a really sad story about kids being abused or illegal organ trafficking.

The mom goes to bed, which she shares, and gets woken up in the night by kids crying.
The daughter goes to bed in a California King with 2 down comforters, an electrical blanket and a nice little heat pack at her feet called Heidi the Wonder Weasel.

Both lives are bring equal amounts of joy, the daughter has less responsibility though. It was a nice life for 3 weeks and being back to work isn't really fun and I dont think I will like being back in school either, but I still have 1 more week.

The vacation was great and Truth was the best mother ever, except when she would want me to do actually do things.

I did paint the bathrooms and bedroom and I will be posting the before and after pictures. I'm especially proud of the upstairs bathroom. I got to pick the color myself and decorated it too. I think I might be giving the designingwoman a run for her money. Keep an eye out for my next creation.