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Miss March: Celebrity Look-Alikes

So, I’ve been blogging for some months now and talking about all these different Boys on the Stoop and it dawned on me that, for the most part, no one knows what these boys look like. So, since it’s Saturday and I’m still trying to formulate my latest boy-thoughts into words, let’s do a little celebrity-look-alike of the Boys on the Stoop.

Stay tuned in the next couple of days for a special guest blogger!

Adam Ferrara looks pretty close to what The Admiral looks like!

So, we all know about Admiral Adama. College boyfriend, Captain America, future politician, sweetheart, and my best friend. I was watching Rescue Me the other night and actor/comedian Adam Ferrara came on the screen and looked just like the Admiral. That’s what actually “inspired” me to do this post.

This particular shot of Justin Timberlake looks like ColoradoBoy.

I thought long and hard about who CB looks like (quick review: met ColoradoBoy on, been hanging out for a few months, but he’s moving back to Colorado soon. Great guy, super funny, extremely smart.) He’s got this athletic look about him, so I’m sure there’s some football star who I’m unaware of, whom he looks like, but for now, I’m going to go with this comparison: CB looks like Justin Timberlakebut only in this picture. He doesn’t actually look like him, for the most part, in any other shot of JT. There’s something about the brow and the nose in this shot that are very reminiscent of CB. He also had a shaved head for a lot of our time together, so the head sort of looks like his.

Joaquin looks like a more happy version of MusicTeach.

Good Ol’ MusicTeach (remember him? Two-date spectacular, bike-accident, never to be heard from again?) looked exactly like Joaquin Pheonix. He had those same dark eyes, brooding look, dark hair and sort of twisted nose. He was very good looking, in that dark and mysterious way. However, when I saw him again, he didn’t look all that cute, so maybe I was just caught up in the moment? Anyway, either way, he most definitely resembled Joaquin.

Sean Palmer (Prince Eric) looks JUST like The Prep!

As for The Prep, there’s really just one image that comes to mind with him: Prince Eric. However, I wanted to give you a better depiction of him than a cartoon character; luckily, while I was researching Prince Eric, I came across the actor who plays him in the Broadway show of The Little Mermaid, Sean Palmer (also played Stanford Blatch’s boyfie in Sex and The City). Anyway, Sean Palmer resembles The Prep in a lot of ways; he has the strong nose, the dark hair, The Prep’s eyes are blue, but the face shape is very much the same. In fact, on closer inspection, they really do look very much alike.

I hope this helps bring these “characters” to life a little bit! I know I didn’t add all the men–but these are the ones I refer to most of the time (at least right now!). Who do the men in your life resemble?! Do tell!


Miss March on Modern Nature

Happy November, everyone!

First of all, thank you for the great cheap date suggestions. However CB’s been acting a little odd lately, so we’ll see how many of these get done before he’s off West. Who knows!

Before I start in on Song Lyric Saturday I wanted to share a phenomonen that made me laugh. Ever since I started dating at sixteen years old, whenever I had a steady boyfriend, my mother would refer to him as my “friend.” Even with the Admiral, who I dated for close to four years, she would introduce him or refer to him as “Miss March’s friend.” I didn’t mind it because I knew it was just her (and my grandma’s) style. However, when I started “dating” CB, I made it very clear to my mother that we weren’t “together”–we were friends, and he was not my boyfriend. Cut to the other night, my mother was at the doctor with me and said something to the doctor about my “boyfriend.” I whipped my head around to my mom and shook my head. “Uh, he’s not–” Mommy just cut me off and kept on talking. I laughed inside my head. Of course she would refer to the guy I made it clear was most certainly not my boyfriend AS my boyfriend. This only got awkward when I mentioned going on dates and the doctor said, “A little birdy told me that you have a boyfriend! How does he feel about you dating?” Um, he feels fine because HE’S. NOT. MY. BOYFRIEND. I know exactly why my mother does this, too. When there is a guy I’m serious about, she doesn’t want to add to the seriousness of it and inadvertenly push me into getting more serious with him because she refers to him as my boyfriend. However, when there’s a guy she knows I’m no where close to being serious about, she feels it’s safe to refer to him as my boyfriend because it’s not going to sway me into becoming more serious with him. It’s a very confusing theory. Do your mothers do anything like this?

Sondre Lerche is super adorable, no?

Today’s song lyrics come from the Dan In Real Life soundtrack. The whole soundtrack is original songs by Sondre Lerche and many of them are duets with amazing women singers, like Regina Spektor. Not only do I love the movie Dan In Real Life, but I adore Sondre Lerche. Fun fact: years ago J and I went to see Jason Mraz and Sondre opened for him. He’s very, very cute in person. These lyrics are to the song, “Modern Nature.” I love this song because of this one line, “We’ll just have to wait and see, if things go right, we’re meant to be.” I feel like I adhere to this belief a lot of the time; everyone is searching aimless for their “soulmate” but you may not know someone is your soulmate until you live a life with them and look back and realize, hey that worked, we must be meant to be!

Modern Nature

The moment has come to face the truth
I’m wide awake and so are you
Do you have a clue what this is (I don’t know)
Are you everything that I’ve missed? (I don’t hope so)
We’ll just have to wait and see (wait and see)
If things go right, we’re meant to be

The surface is gone. I scratched it off
We made some plans. I let them go
Do you have the slightest idea (No I don’t)
Why the world is bright when you’re near
Stay awhile and wait and see (wait and see)
If things go right, we’re meant to be

Oh, what a world this life would be
Forget all your technicolour dreams
Forget modern nature
this is how it’s meant to be

The time is here for being straight
It’s not too early and never too late
People say I should watch my pace (What do they know?)
“Think how you spend all your days” (They all say so)
They’ll just have to wait and see (Wait and see)
If things go right they’ll have to agree

Happy Saturday, everyone. Anyone got any good plans?

Miss March: Song Lyric Saturday (Train of thought)

I haven’t done a Song Lyric Saturday in many weeks, so when I was on the train yesterday and this song came up on shuffle and I teared up, I knew I had to share it.

The amazing Rosie Thomas; I have to love a woman in cowgirl boots!

The song is October by Rosie Thomas (from her album “When We Were Small“). Rosie is one of those up and coming lyricists who you know will bust out on the scene and everyone will somehow act as if she’s always been there (her lyrics are almost on par, I think, with the greats: Carole, Carly, Joni, etc). She doesn’t always write about romantic love, which I think is the mark of a great song writer. Her song Wedding Day is this amazing love song to her life and friends about traveling and throwing caution to the wind. Loose Ends is about a woman finding herself and mending herself, just like a torn sweater. 2 Dollar Shoes is another one of her truly sweet love songs; makes you want to be in love. Her cover of Let It Be Me is truly beautiful, as well. She’s someone you’re going to want on your iPod.

However, as you read the lyrics to October, you will see why I found myself putting on my sunglasses and forgetting where I was for a few minutes on the train yesterday. It’s one of the most romantic/not-romantic songs I’ve ever heard; further, not only are the lyrics semi-haunting, but the music is gorgeous.

Be on the look out for this one, Rosie Thomas is sure to be mainstream soon and you want to say you listened to her way back when!


make her a flower in late december
when the sun is hot and shining on her
write her a love song and play it all day long
to remind her of all that she is worth

never never leave her

take her on long drives for ice cream by sea sides
and give her your coat when she is cold
tell her you miss her when you’re close enough to kiss her
and that you’d walk a thousand miles to tell her so

but never never leave her

take photographs of her on Brooklyn street in October
when her nervous smile is slightly curved
somedays when she is slightly down tell her it’s okay to frown
it makes you just fall more in love with her

but never never leave her.

What love song makes you tear up?

Miss March Rates the Prep Date: A


Chocolate Munch Gluten-Free Nana's Cookie Bars. The love of my life.

I’ve been requested to give details about The Prep date…

…but before we begin, I thought I’d share a piece of my life with you and show you my garbage. This could be the reason I’ve gained weight lately (that and my fruit juice addiction). This picture is a bag of empty Nana’s bar boxes. Nana’s bars are a vegan, gluten-free, sugar-free, “cookie” bar that comes five in a box and is like heaven to me. They are simply amazing. And, as you can see, I’ve overdosed on them. Just thought I’d share. I’m quitting, cold turkey. I can’t even have them around cause I’ll have like a box a day. Sigh.

Okay, as for the date with The Prep. We met up at around 9:30. Got some coffee. We were very comfortable with each other from the start. He’s adorable with fantastic blue eyes and a set of dimples that are to die for. We sat in Starbucks and chatted a while and then walked around town. It was a brisk night, but not too cold, so we sat on a bench and traded college stories. He really likes to talk.

After that we went to his car, because it was getting late, and we listened to music and laughed a lot. He’s a funny person, for sure. He knows how to crack a joke, and he had great stories to tell. I wasn’t nervous around him. He even let me hold his Crackberry the whole night so he couldn’t check it. I thought that was cute.

Even cuter was when he said he was going to bring me apple juice (again with the juice, Miss March…) instead of flowers because he knew how much I liked juice (seriously, I have a problem). He didn’t bring either, but it’s the thought that counts.

It was getting late, for a school night, and we still hadn’t kissed. Finally, Crocidile Rock came on the radio and I told him that if he guessed the singer, he could kiss me. He guessed it. He kissed me. It was sweet. I felt like I was sixteen again.

I really liked being with him, he’s very sweet and silly. Very cute and smart. Here’s the problem, he lives in The City, and I live in the country. I told this to one of my teacher friends today and she said, “Hell, living in The City is like living in a different country, as far as I’m concerned.” She’s right. It’s hard for me to find time to get into The City and see people; I have barely enough time to see my friends who live there.

The Prep date gets an A: fun, sweet, smart, fun to be with. We still are talking a lot; he’s definitly into Miss March. I’d like to see him again, for sure. I just don’t know when. But, in the meantime, it’s fun to crush on him.

Anyone else have a date-rate to share?

Miss March’s Role Models

So, today I found out that my grandmother and her second husband were headed toward splitsville. They’ve been married for 26 years; they met when she was a mother of forty with six kids and he was the young guitar teacher. Now, 26 years later, he’s moving out with another woman, and my grandmother, though seemingly semi-upset, seemed sort of fulfilled and happy to move on with the rest of her life. She’s seventy one going on thirty; it was so funny to hear her say some of the things she was saying tonight, “Well, my first husband [my grandfather] and I were married 23 years, this one was 26 years, and the next could be 28 and I’d be ninety-seven and ready to move onto a younger man in his eighties!” I mean, more power to her. She’s a woman who never gave up on men or love.

My beautiful grandmother (sporting the little black dress and glasses) leaving a cruise ship in the '60s.

Both my grandmothers are amazing role models for living the unconventional romantic lifestyle. They both were young married brides with kids, who went on to get divorced and find love in other places. I’m proud of my grandmother. We all knew that she wasn’t the happiest person she could be when she was with him, for the last few years, and now she’s getting the chance to start over again. As Cat Stevens‘ (oh, I’m sorry, Yusuf Islam…) sings, “It ain’t never too late, to learn about love” and he’s right. Love comes in all ages, sizes, shapes, and forms; who says a newly divorced seventy one year old woman can’t find the man of her dreams and live with him for the next thirty years? She can, and she might! (and knowing my grandmother, she will!) She was already talking about single’s night at the churches in town, internet dating, and asking me where I meet the men I go out with. To use the old line, this was a totally “far out” night. It was semi-surreal talking to my grandmother about her marriage, the divorce, the new woman in her (soon to be ex) husband’s life, etc. She was very open and honest, strong and calm. She didn’t seem shaken or upset, she talked as though this was all a matter of fact. I mean, they were living their own lives in a lot of ways, but divorce is a dirty word and it’s never easy, even if it is amicable.

The best part of the night was when I was leaving and my aunt called out to me, “Let me know if you want to go to the gym with me this week!” and my grandma calls out from behind her, “Or double date!”

Is your family as odd as mine? Please do tell!

Miss March is Stressed…?

So, apparently I’m stressed out. Or so says my body. For about a week and a half now I’ve been getting this slight eyelid twitch every now and then on my right eye; I looked it up and it seems that indeed, it is caused by stress. Awesome. I’m also breaking out. Great. Also, couldn’t sleep for the life of me last night. That was the final kicker and I realized, at five in the morning, perhaps this could be stress related? Yeah. Fun.

I didn’t even know I was stressed out. I mean, logically, it makes sense, there’s a lot of things going on in my life (and a lot went on this summer) and I’m not one who deals with change all too easily. But, this may be the first time in my life that my stress is showing itself in physical form.

If you don’t realize you’re stressed, than it’s a little hard to properly take care of yourself to assuage that stress. School starts in two weeks, so I’m going to take it easy, no dates (for the most part–seeing ColoradoBoy tonight, but he makes me laugh, and laughing de-stresses!), no fretting, no nothing; just preparing for school, focusing on the important things, spending time with J, and enjoying the last days of summer.

Van Morrison sings, ” These are the days of the endless summer/These are the days, the time is now/There is no past, theres only future/Theres only here, theres only now…” And I think I need to start living to those lyrics. I’m putting the past behind me, I’m focusing on the amazing future ahead and living in the moment. I’m not really someone who lives “in the moment,” I live in the “what’s going to happen, why is it going to happen, when is it going to happen…” sort of mentality.

If there’s one thing that this summer taught me it’s that life is totally wacky. One week your life is going along like always, and the next week, you’re single, dating, meeting new people, and having the time of your life. I’ve met a lot of…interesting…people this summer, spent more time outside than imaginable, saw a meteor shower, got my hair cut, and enjoyed myself, no strings attached. Can you be NSA with yourself? I think I was this summer. It was a summer of no regrets, not overthinking (I tried!), and smiling more than frowning.

The song, for me, which best describes this summer is (Getting Some) Fun Out of Life sung by Madeline Peyroux; it’s about throwing caution to the wind and just simply living.

What song best describes your summer? How do YOU de-stress?!

Miss March Ponders Your Comments

Here’s the thing I love about keeping this blog: I love the comments from my readers. So, when I received two very thought provoking comments yesterday, I took some time, alone, to contemplate, think, and analyze what these comments mean to me. I love this blog because sometimes, the truth really does come out in writing. For example, looking over my entries about MusicTeach, I get a better sense of how weird the whole situation was, whereas at the time I was sort of wrapped up in it. So, I really do take to heart the comments and suggestions that my readers take the time out to leave.

I sat and thought about these comments, much like the woman in this amazing Picasso painting.

I can totally understand how the post, Miss March’s Newest Revelations, came off as me sounding dependent, not over Adama, and not ready to really be with other men, however I think it also was sort of a post written in a time of haste, confusion, and frustration. I do agree with both commenters in that I need some time alone to sort of mull over everything that has happened this summer, figure out what I want, etc. However, that time is sort of built into my life; the majority of the reason for all these dates and seeing men is that it’s summer and I’m off for the summers, so I’m taking this time to live it up and enjoy my time off. Once September rolls around, I’m not going to be going out to the extremes that I am now. I’m simply enjoying my time off this moment. But, yes, I agree with you here, I do need alone time, for sure!

As for my issues with Adama, I don’t not want to get over him (wow, that was tough to type); I am, for the most part, over him. We were always long distance, so I always stayed very true to myself and independent. I’m not going to lie, there was once a time, long ago, when I was dependent on him for “fixing me” and “making it all okay,” but as J pointed out, this was also in response to me doing the same for him. For a long time we were sort of all each other had, and we had to help each other out, a lot. But, as I got older and we realized our selves more, I re-found my independence and stopped relying on him to be Mr. Fix-it. There’s no feelings to face with Adama, no closure to be had, nothing to clear up; we ended on a fantastic note, and we’re where we are supposed to be. Sure, I think when I started this blog I wasn’t fully over him, but that’s simply because I started it not long after we officially broke up. I couldn’t have asked for a better way to end things with him. Again, not going to lie here: it’s weird not being with him, yes. It’s weird to not be someone’s girlfriend, yes. But am I over him? Yes.

So, why then did I write “I’m afraid if I go a week without a date I’m going to fall apart” in last nights post? Well, my amazing readers caused me to stop and really consider this. So, thank you. I sat down and thought, am I truly going to fall apart or do I just think I’m going to? And here’s the honest answer: I am the type of person who anticipates the anticipation; I am afraid of falling apart, but I know, in my heart of hearts, that I’m not going to. It’s actually quite the opposite for me. I know I’m okay with it all; I don’t feel any remorse or regret about the breakup. In fact, sometimes I stop and think, “Wow, that was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.” And the decision has less to do with the actual Adama than with the idea of him; he wasn’t the one for me, and we both knew that. If I had stayed with him, it would have been playing the safe card, and I didn’t want that for my life. Again, I thank my readers for making me question myself and think. I’m stronger than I thought, and sometimes I forget that.

Now, as for the dependency issue, I’m not someone who is dependent on people for guidance, reassurance, etc. The idea of being dependent on someone was knocked out of me very early on in life; simply because I don’t trust many people. People leave, they change, their feelings change; and I learned early on in life that if you depend on someone (other than perhaps, a sister or very best friend!), you may very well get disappointed. If you told me tomorrow that I couldn’t go on a date for a year, I’d be totally okay with it. If you told me tomorrow I couldn’t have Tasti D Lite for a year, I’d be upset (should that be a concern?). But, again, your comments made me really stop and think, “Am I a dependent person and didn’t realize it?” But, my answer is no. Yes, at the beginning, when we broke up, I was substituting new men for Adama (who doesn’t do that, to some degree? It’s called a rebound for a reason!), but I can reassure you that now I am not. I’m having a great time (despite the depressive overtones to the last post). I enjoy going on dates, even though they can get frustrating, yes. I’m not addicted to dating, nor to men. And, believe me, I really thought about this today. While driving I thought, if I had to give it up today, would and could I? My inner voice screamed, “Uh, duh! You’d be totally fine!” And I know I would be.

So, thank you to my readers who care enough about Miss March to comment and question me. I truly appreciate it. Your comments stuck with me and made me think, consider, agree and disagree, and that is the true sign of growth. Thank you for helping me grow.

Now, while I’m not dependent on people (for the most part!), here’s a list of things Miss March is totally and utterly dependent on:

  1. Tasti D Lite: I can’t live without it. Talk about addictions, today I double checked that the girl behind the counter added peanuts to both top and bottom of the cup. She looked at me really funny.
  2. J: I am totally dependent on my sister. And I’m not afraid to say that.
  3. Splenda: I am a Splenda-holic, yes. The little yellow packets light up my day. Kidding.
  4. The Teachers Edition of my textbook: For a first year teacher, this thing is like God in binding.
  5. Music: I can’t go a whole day without listening to something I love; usually it’s Paul Simon’s Graceland.
  6. Treadmill: Every morning the treadmill and I have a hot date. It keeps me feeling good about myself!
  7. Cell Phone: I carry my phone everywhere with me. I panic if it’s not near me. Healthy, right? Ha.
  8. Tote bags: I. can’t. live. without. my. L.L. Bean. tote. bags. Enough said. Sturdy, strong, holds everything. I have one in every size and color. And I really do use them all!
  9. Bobby pins: With the new short haircut, I can’t live without at least one pin in my hair at all times.
  10. Sleepsound: I can’t sleep without any noise! Thank god for my noise machine; it really is my best friend.

Again, thank you for the awesome comments. Please keep reading and telling me what you think! 🙂

What have you been dependent on lately? Do tell!