::Let Me Clear My Throat::

Photo Credit: Austin Bauman The talented lads from the OC are at it again, and this time, they're bringing heat. F or two years, I've been singing the praises of a band called Ceasefire, four crazy talented guys from Orange County, California. Readers, you've witnessed my worship. I've been all over Facebook, Twitter, Soundcloud, and this very blog spreading the gospel about them.   Allow me to take you on a trip down memory lane  and reintroduce you to the boys, I'd like you to get to know them as well as I do. Since my  last post  about the band, there has been only one major change in the lineup.  The very amazing Mr. Danny Molloy has stepped up as bassist, and has blended in with the band so seamlessly, it was like he was always meant to be there. Along with original members Anthony, Kamren and Ray, the guys have amazing synergy, and if they were awesome before, they are just that much more amazing now.  They are a finely tuned, well oiled

That guy on the floor?  Yep, that would be me. I fully realize that the logical thing to do is to dust myself off and get up, but getting up requires more effort than I'm willing to give.  I think I'll just chill here for a while.  Carry on. I was gonna stick with basics and write yet another blog about yet another disapponting date that I got my hopes way too high for, but let's be real: we all already know this story, and I just don't feel like going there again. Nutshell: Three weeks ago I met a dude who I thought had real potential. I liked him. We went out. It sucked. The end.  I don't even know what I did wrong. So I've come to a conclusion: Guys just don't want me.  And you know what?  I'm just gonna have to deal with it.  I've decided I'm done looking, done wishing. I've tried everything, prayed to every deity I know of and even some I made up just to add to the list, and no matter what happens, I strike out 100% of the time

Oh my God.  I have officially become that "woman of a certain age".  I've crossed the invisible line, and am now a.. :gulp:...Cougar. I'd like to explore this with you, but first, allow me to indulge the smart asses out there, you know who you are: Exhibit A: The Cougar.  Also known as the puma, mountain lion, or Felis Concolor.  An apex predator.  No relation to the subject at hand. You've had your fun. Let's move on. The Cougar I'm referring to is much more scandalous, more dangerous, and certainly much tackier, except, of course, in this case.  Allow me to present...  Exhibit B: The (Other) Cougar Also known as a Sugar Mama, MILF, or Mrs. Robinson.  An apex predator.  Prefers young men and ugly animal print.   Ok, let's just set the record straight right off the bat:  I am NOT a voluntary Cougar.  I have never once set out in search of young meat- I was never even vaguely interested.  In my case, young dudes are practically