Erin the Cat Lady
May 13th, 2008 . by ErinI saw a cat in my courtyard yesterday. Ordinarily I wouldn’t think anything of this except that this morning I left my apartment and there was another cat sleeping my ‘Mini garden’ right outside my door. I know what most off you are thinking… Is she crazy? There is nothing wrong with seeing cats. WRONG! As not many of you might know, my birthday is next week.
Let me tell you a little bit about Provo Utah. In Provo, if you’re not married or at least dating someone by the age of 19 or 20, everyone looks at you like you should be wearing a ‘recall’ stamp on your forehead… You’re not married yet? What’s wrong with you? Don’t get me wrong, I have several friends that this has worked out well for, and I’m extremely happy for them and they are some of the lucky ones, but for the love of Pete!
For me it started at the age of 21 when I moved here from Oregon. In Oregon if you get married before you’re the age of 30 people start to question your sanity. I never feel old and decrepit when I’m back home, but the second I step foot back into Utah Valley, I get the ‘Eye’. Haven’t you been able to nail down a man yet? Ok rude, first off and second, No, but I do have a butt you can kiss if you’re interested.
In light of this constant annoyance, and with the Universe so clearly mocking me, I hold fast as I turn the ripe old age of 26. I’m beginning to think that for my birthday this year, the Universe has offered up a whopper of a practical joke by sending me cats to usher in the next phase of my life in Provo. Thank-so-much! Like I already don’t feel the years waning with the constant reminder that most of the people I know are either engaged, married or having kids. Thank you Provo for making me feel so great and secure about turning yet another year older, single in Provo… Awesome! To this I give a middle finger salute and a bow because I’m in no hurry to rush into anything that could potentially leave me stranded, hopeless and divorced because I was to eager to fit in with the status quo. Happy Birthday to Me!
Yes. Happy birthday indeed. Marry me.
Please Don’t give into the pressure… remember how everyone thinks you look younger than me? I love you!!!
Yo Bear, have ya seen all the marriage proposals in your comment areas…maybe your looking in the wrong places….
Erin Lynn Jarvis, I’m coming to kick your old wrinkly flabby butt into a MUCH better birthday mood! Uncle Robert and I will be traveling down from Logan to Provo and taking you out to the dinner of your choice on Monday, May 26th, along with Abe and Tracy. Then we have a swimming party planned at our indoor pool/hot tub at the hotel and the dessert of your choosing. Now doesn’t that sound fun-hanging out with a bunch of oldie moldies like us. Yeah baby!
I think a wonderful man owns those cats and is sending them your way so he can meet you!
Hold out for your romping Texas, Montana man. Uncivilized and unrefined (but also quite easily metro or gay). I think you forget about some other states. West Virginia and Pennsylvania has coal miners and the Amish. Massachusetts has lobstermen, fishermen, cranberry farmers, lawyers, and need I remind you we made the rest of the US possible with our Minutemen and support of the Revolutionary War. Furthermore, there are so many drunks in Boston we could beat up any Texan in a bar fight, with no manners or southern tact. Just straight up New England. I’d take a group from Massachusetts, New York or Maine any day over a bunch of hootin’ hollering, star-spangled egotists from the frumpy state of Texas. They’re all talk.
Love it!! We do have lots in common! I can’t believe you aren’t married yet?
ahhh I can’t imagine living in Provo, I’m in Logan so it is a little better up here.
glad you liked my blog it is way new and I am not sure where I am going with it yet, I am trying to be myself and not offend, but I am sure I will!