Juno, Alaska?

No Juno the flilm silly!

I actually loved this film, however; this love turned to like shortly after the Juno craze began. I was a big fan of Diablo Cody's writing. Her stripper novel. Anyhoot, I just think the film was too successful, too fast. There needs to be sufferage in the film industry!

Oh well I still lke the movie.

I will actually be traveling to Alaska in May. My little brother is getting married to a girl from Alaska...not Juno, Alaska. She is from a tiny town named...well I actually forgot the name.

I suppose this will be all for now.

Ode to Tissue with Aloe

Oh how my nose hath run
From this terible bought of nasal infection
Tissue with aloe you care
You sweep up
Clean up
Soak up
And I am sure are there for the occasional choke up
Thank you tissue with aloe
You insure I am not chapped
You fill nose with glee
You make it happy to touch, feel and see
If you did not have aloe I would be
Red and Chapped
Wishing I could pull my cap
Over my Rudolph red schnozzle

Smell On

My olfactory system is great, at least I think it is great. It tells me when something good is cooking or when something has soured and is thus no longer palatable. My schnozzle also helps me out in the area of attraction. I must admit I love the smell of men. Men smell great! They smell better then fresh baked bread, mint, Chanel number 5, heck, some men smell better then Grapefruit (my favorite smell in the entire world).

Now that I have rambled about great smells, I’ll let you in on a secret, the stinker a guy is, the better he smells to me. WHAT!? Miss Murphy you gross girl you. Okay I am not talking about flatulence smell or stinky feet smell or even morning breath stink oh no, no, no. The odor I am referencing is …tee hee arm pit smell. I know this sounds terribly grotesque but to me there is no sexier smell that a guy can tout then that musky odor of sweat and pheromones mixed with their choice of deodorant.

I have had this smelly fetish for my entire life and I just learned this morning the explanation to it. Reader you are probably already assuming I am going to talk about pheromones, which I am to a degree but I am going to delve deeper into this. This smell that is so intoxicating can be traced to my genes. Crazy, my genetic make up makes me attracted to hairy, stinky, tall men! The gene or actually in my case lack there of is OR7D4 and according to an article I recently read, I lack this gene and that my reader is why post work out, no shower men are the sexiest beings on the planet to me. If I were to have one copy of this gene I would actually take no notice to pit smell or if I had two copies of it I would wretch at the smell of an odorific male.

Here are some others smells that are great: Grapefruit, Eucalyptus, Cheerio’s, Musky Basements, Old Books, Dark Black Moist Dirt, Powdered Cake Mix Vanilla Flavor, Puppies, Chlorine, and Sun Skin Smell (the way my skin smells after a day of hiking or playing out in the sun).

Pondered Decisions

Life is one big decision "should I wear these heels with this skirt or; the boots with those jeans"? That is putting a decision into simple female transparent terms.
Tu comprendas?
The bigger decisions in life are a little more difficult to make. They take longer to dream, process and realize.
There are some decisions that one creates, does, and then contemplates. "Was that the right decisions", "Did I make the right choice", "Can I live with the choice that I've made"?
In my experience it is sometimes yes and sometimes no. If it was easy to make the decision and live with it; I shall continue my life in this state of "pondering decisions". I will make a choice with no regrets but I will occasionally let the decision sneak back into my conscious in which case i will ponder and release. Latter, rinse, repeat. I think that this essential to do occasionally especially so you can realize where you have been and who you are becoming.
Outlandish Statement of the Week: "Yeah, I got laid and I want ya'll to meet my new stallion...Supa Trippin Antisocial Lame Look'in Idiot (with)One Nut...Stallion baby, that is all a stallion really is."

Harriet Cricket Murphy vs. Mary-Jane Sunshine Cricket Murphy

******That was for Tam, in memory of our wonderful lazy Thursday******
I spent sometime today checking out music videos on youtube. I was going to change out the music videos on my myspace page but decided I would put them here on my blogspot instead.
I chose these videos because they are very ocularly pleasing, I dig, dig dig the song or because I thought it was quit the original concept. These are literally a feast for the eyes and a chock-full for the ears.

Ocularly pleasing:
The Decemberists - Los Angeles, I'm Yours


I dig, dig dig, the song:
Wolf Parade - I'll Believe in Anything


Original concept:
Keane - Is It Any Wonder

These are a few of my favorite things.

Watching the water aerobics class at the swimming pool. You know the classes that are composed of morbidly obese over 55 year-old women wearing floaties on their arms and bonnets on their heads?

My heart shutters a thunderous pitter patter when I see someone driving by picking their nose. This really gets me in the ticker.

New playlist on my myspace page check it out!

Ode to Sandwiches

I love you my little tasty sandwich,
On wheat, on white, on rye,
I love you more then pumpkin pie,
I love you with mustard, with Dijon,
With lots of veggies or with almost nothing on,
I love you with buttered peanut and assorted jellies,
With Turkey, Tuna, and Tomatoes,
Dear my lovely sandwich, I love you anyway you are!

That is all.
Song of the Day: OK Go: A Good Idea At The Time.

Presentation, Demonstration, Facilitation, Improvisation

It is done!!! My presentation rocked! I am now calling myself an 'expert' in existentialist theory. I really like how I facilitated and demonstrated existential theory. I wrote a script that exemplified how a therapy session using existential theory would look. It was fun. My characters were the Leader, Ricky Martin, Cher and Paris Hilton. I contrasted it with a person centere theory therapy session. Success!
I feel accomplished.
School is great.
Music is great.
Weather is great.
I am off to have some sort of adventure in the sun.
Quote of the day: I am I; You are You; I’m not in this world to live up to your expectations; And you’re not in this world to live up to mine; I is I; And You is You.

Munday or Monday?

Last night me and the hommies were supposed to go to the Isotopes game. We were all looking forward to stuffing our faces with 50 cent hotdogs and chilling out on the grass enjoying America’s great pastime. Well that is not exactly what happened. At about 6:45 we decided that it was far to damp to venture out. That is right too damp in the desert, I love it! So we decided to have a hotdog party at T-N-T’s. We went to the store and bought all the goods as well as a bottle of Parrot Bay. When we (Meg and myself) returned to the pad Sheri and Lauren were there. Sheri was showing us her new “toy”, her brand spanking new breathalyzer. Sean D, Phil, Cecily, and Bender also showed up each one of them carrying with them a fifth or handle of spirits. Being the alcoholics that we are we decided to invent a new.

The game was who can blow the highest in the breathalyzer. Clever, right? I blew a .05 after my first drink which was a Diet DP with a shot of Jameson. Holy Cow! Everyone, including super tiny Lauren was only .03 after their first drink. I can’t really remember the exact numbers but I know that everyone made it to a little above .20 or higher. It was quite a silly night filled with hotdogs, shots and hilarity. This morning everyone puffed to see who was still holding onto their booze and apparently I was. I blew a .09 after 7 hours of sleep. I think I have a slow metabolism or something. T-N-T were both at .03 and Sheri and Lauren were both at 0.

Surprisingly, I was highly functional today. I finished my presentation that I have to give tomorrow, ran errands with Meg, and cooked another tasty meal for dinner. Overall not a bad day for waking up over the legal limit.
Song of the Day: Jason Collett: Hangover Days

Pitter Patter Dribble Drabble

Rain, rain go away come again some other day. Goodness the drizzle hath begun. I am a fan of the rain. I think it is super nifty. I do not like the lethargic reaction my body has to the rain. Also I do not like the pitter patter of the droplets on my face, I must have been Chinese water tortured to death in a past life or something.
Speaking of morbid
Last night I watched the creepiest show with my mom and Martin. It was the about the ‘things’ that could possibly destroy the earth and thus mankind. I only got through liquid hot magma spraying out caldera’s, a giant black hole sucking us up, a meteor running into the earth, and crazy robots and computers taking over before I decided I was pretty over thinking about the end of the world.
Speaking of end of the world…my graduate class is killing my desire to ever attend school again! I am so exhausted and I am only at the end of class meeting number 5. oh well, I must admit it is getting better. The content and process are finally starting to merge. I am becoming more comfortable with eye contact, and I am really great at synthesizing peoples positive and negative feedbacks as well as having full on nonverbal conversation with people across the room. Either that or I am finally telepathic... YES!
Tao of the Day: Opportunity: Life is an opportunity not an obligation.

Hip-Hip-Hurray

Where do I begin? How about at the very beginning? May thirteenth I was laying in bed, rolled over, and ever so lightly grazed my left breast. Much to my surprise I felt something, something I had never, ever felt before, a lump. I did not really panic. I just thought “wow that is strange, maybe I had too much caffeine today”. Monday the lump was still there. Tuesday the lump was still there, so I made Tam feel it to make sure I wasn’t being a hypochondriac and I wasn’t she felt it too. Wednesday the lump was still there, I made my mom feel it to make sure I wasn’t being a hypochondriac, and I wasn’t she felt it too. Wednesday afternoon my mom took me to urgent care to see what this thing was. The physician at the urgent care did little to cure my freaking out, if anything she just enhanced it by saying “you could be pregnant” she then proceeded to give me a pregnancy test which resulted in a false positive. ACK!

I walked away freaked out and still unsure as to what this lump in my breastical was. I made an appointment with a knocker specialist from UNMH in hopes that I would gain some insight into the inner workings of my hooter. My appointment came and I went. Dr McLikestoplaygolf said, “Yes, there is something in there.” No poop, anyone could of told me this, a bum off the street could of touched my booby and told me this!! He did rule some items out which was reassuring, but also terrifying. He said it was not a swollen lymph node, it was not a swollen mammary gland, and he said it did not really feel like a typical cyst. This devastated me. Those were the three that I was banking. He referred me to a radiologist at UNMH for an ultrasound and possible biopsy.

So I waited, and waited for my answers. I tried not to think about it, which did not work. All I wanted to think about was what was going on, what it could be, and of course contemplate the worst.

Finally they day came June first 2006. Radiology appointment. I made my mom take me just incase they had to stick needle in my boob and just incase it was bad news. My mom and I sat in the waiting area and I filled out paperwork. It is funny because the woman at the counter asked me why I was there and I said for an ultrasound and she said “sign in and sit down”. I then said I was in for an ultrasound on my breast and was told over the phone to come early to fill out paperwork. She responded by twisting her face into a strange expression and handing me a clipboard and some paperwork. I think she assumed I was knocked up or something. Note people: “ not all twenty something year olds are irresponsible and get knocked up”.

Once I was called I was taken into a little room. The ultrasound operator asked me to take off my shirt and bra, put on this very thin robe thing and lay down on the table. I think it is funny that medical professionals leave the room while you undress especially since they are going to see you and your nipple anyway, this is a professional setting ju-no? He came back, dimmed the lights, and poured some jelly on my ta ta. Sounds kind of erotic huh? He then proceeded to “explore” the inside of my boobical with his magic ultrasound thing. It was really neat looking; I was able to watch the whole thing on the screen! Well it was neat until he hovered over the lump. It was lightish gray and was the size and shape of an almond. He then stopped typed away at the ultrasound machine and continued on. He took a few more “snap shots” of the gray almond and then said he was going to go get the guy who was going to read it and tell me what was going on.

Dr. McBohemian came in and checked out the screen and said “there will be no biopsy”. YAY. He then said it is not “Breast Cancer”. Super YAY! He then said it appears to be a Fibroadenoma. YAY! Wait, what the heck it that? Well the short version is it is a benign tumor. He used the B word. I was happy, relieved, and happy. I left finally with some answers. I don’t feel like there is a giant elephant sitting my chest anymore.

Thank goodness for advanced medical technology and my damn great luck (I beat you this time Murphy).

For more information about Fibroandenoma visit this site:
http://www.healthatoz.com/healthatoz/Atoz/common/standard/transform.jsp?requestURI=/healthatoz/Atoz/ency/fibroadenoma.jsp

Thanks for reading,
Miss Murphy

Is it a Marathon or a Sprint?

I can’t believe it is almost May, the fifth month of the year! Where is time going? I suppose it is true what the elderly say, “after 18 it is just a landslide into menopause.” Ok maybe an elderly woman would say that, or maybe she would not. I think I would die of a stroke if I actually were to hear an elderly woman say that.

Anyhow back to the topic. Time. Where is it going? I have been reflecting on the past a little bit lately and I am realizing that after I graduated from college time just started rapidly escaping me. How? Why? Who? What? Where it is going?! I feel like I am still 21 years old when in fact I am now 24. Where did those three years go? I want them back because they went too fast.

I really want time to slow down. I want to enjoy every single second of my life. I want to feel every moment of my life. I want to do things in my time and not feel pressured. I think we live in such a rushed society. “Hurry up grow up” “hurry up and finish college so you can start your nine to five”, “hurry up invest in the market”, “hurry up get married and have kids, get a dog and a mini van”!!! Society pushes us to move way too fast. I think that the Planet has actually started to spin faster to keep up with us and our internet super highways and Intel rapid processing chips.

What about the lollygaggers? I am a lollygagger. I just want things to roll on at a smooth/steady/slow to moderate pace. What is the point in rushing my life away it is already going too fast. Note: I don’t mind having to sprint to catch up on things in life because I was too unhurried. But I think the things that I will have to catch up on will be later in life… okay except my graduate application(s) to UT, UWS, UNM and GRE I will be sprinting on both of those, no doubt about it.

I do not think that our civilization, planet, or life style will ever slow down, in fact I speculate that it will just keep going faster and faster until it is spinning so out of control that we get off kilter and fly straight into the sun. So that more then likely will never happen. I guess if everything won’t slow then I will have to hurry to catch up. Let me put on my Wonder Woman t-shirt and New Balances and get out there at a moderate to rapid pace (my lollygagging self can comprise).

Drunk Crows and Stalking Foxiness

So I am currently obsessed with the song Catch Me Up by Gomez. I am not sure if it is the groovable musical styling’s (guitar, bass, keyboards), Ben Ottewell’s incredibly unique sexy voice, or if it is the hopelessly romantic lyrics.

What could be cuter then “I am but a fool for you, that's right”? Not a whole heck of a lot except possibly “You know I want to please you”. Shoot me over the moon!

This man’s voice is incredible, their musicianship is incredible, and their lyrics are incredible!

…Now on to the creativeness of the music video.

Not really too much of a love song is it? Or is it?

I really like how the song and the video disconnect. It is not a true disconnect in the sense that the Little Crow guy is pining after the Fox and the Fox is in return chasing him around so there is a bit of the cat and mouse, crushing, lovie dovie thing going on in there, which does make it somewhat of a love song video. But she eats him alive in the end! IS that what lust is all about? Is that what love songs are all about? Is that what love song videos are all about? Does it always eat you alive?

Deliberate on this: Does love eat you alive? That was my very first reaction upon viewing this cute cartoon. Is that the message that those UK boys were conveying? For some reason I think that is a lot more to it then that, at this point I am not ready to answer these obscure questions. I need to mull this one over for a while.

Moral of the Story and Tip of the Day: If you are a little crow guy and she is a sexy fox watch out, she might just eat you alive. Proceed with caution.

My life is absolutely compelling!

I am very merry, merry happy right now.
Life is great.
Work is great.
Friends are great.
New Music is great; heck for that matter old music is great!