Sign of the Bull

The other day my mother and I spent some quality time together unloading the dishwasher. In the midst of sorting silverware and stacking dinner plates, she interjected our work. "You are such a Taurus!" she said, "Stubborn as a bull!"

While I remain clueless about the actions that caused her outburst, my mother's words provoked a serious curiosity. Is my "stubbornness" attributed to my zodiac sign? Does personality derive from horoscope? After conducting a brief online inquiry, I cannot validate such claims. However, my research did uncover several uncanny similarities between myself and those of a standard Taurean.

Taurus is said to be the sign of practicality and possession. Individuals born under this sign tend to be patient, dedicated, and extremely cautious when dealing with people, life, and money. Though Taureans are cautious, they enjoy power and often dominate over others. They  are also known to be impeccable hosts, are governed by their loving nature, are extremely faithful, and appreciate a steady routine.

Let's break this down. First of all,  I am a very practical being. I am a minimalist. I buy what I need, and nothing more. So, there is at least one commonality in all this zodiac mumbo jumbo. As for patience and dedication, I would agree that I possess these characteristics. After all, I did spend the majority of my summers working as a camp counselor for kindergarten students. Did I have them put their heads on the carpet as part of my behavior management strategy? Occasionally, but only when I lost touch with my patient nature and buckled under stress. While this behavior is not ideal, this reaction is normal for a Taurean. You see, Tarueans are introverts who need space in order to recharge their batteries. If Taureans cannot recharge her batteries, she loses it and blows a gasket .  While I am not always patient, I am a cautious being 99.9% of the time with the categories listed above. I am a slow roller when it comes to relationships, both intimate and friendly. It takes me a good chunk of time to warm up to people and trust them fully. As for life, I am not a risk taker. I tend to play by the rules. Even the thought of putting one pinkie toe out of line raises the hairs on my neck. In those rare moments where I have embraced my inner rebel, I have been caught and reprimanded. And don't even get me started on money. I am one of the most frugal people in the world. Yes, I enjoy lavish things and am I generous giver, but I am mostly a saver. When I do rip out the ol' pocket book I make sure I have coupons, or that the quality is well worth the cost.

When it comes to power, I will admit that I enjoy possessing it. I like to be the one in command especially when it comes to projects. I like having things done my way, because  I know the product will be flawless. I realize this sounds extremely bitchy, but what can I say? It is the truth. On the flip side of the bitch, Taureans, like myself, are impeccable hosts. We are loving individuals and often show that love through service. We go above and beyond our natural limits to make others feel welcome and at home. I always seem to be the party coordinator among my friends. This may be attributed to my desire to be in control, but what can I say? I love a good themed party or a bonfire out back. Without my creative ideas and persistence, I don't believe my friends would do much of anything but sit on the couch. (Sorry guys, but you know this is true).

I could go on and on about the remaining similarities between myself and the bull, or delve deeper into all the differences,but this post is way overdue. In fact, I have been working on it very slowly for a period of three weeks. Ultimately, I am sure that most of you don't give a crap about my chatter about myself. Blogging can be a very selfish sport, as I am beginning to realize. Nevertheless, I thought my astrological research to be a tad interesting and even a little funny. Therefore, I had to share it with all of you. While I cannot say that I fully believe the stars have all the answers, I have to admit that they seem to have a few things in order. Some may say it is coincidence, others may say it is truth, but for now, I say it is merely insight and you should check it out for yourself.

Things Missed

I miss stimulation. Both academic and social. I miss sitting in coffee shops and exchanging life views with its inhabitants. I miss pondering the wonders of the world and discussing philosophy. I miss writing essays and analyzing literature in lecture. I miss adult conversation, drinks on the rocks, and PG 13 movies.

I am stuck in the land of make-believe. Mr. Rogers and Dora the Explorer hold me hostage. Chicken nuggets and cheesy Mac are the only items stashed in cupboards. Hannah Montana blares on the radio 24-7. Barbie marries Ken daily. Ponies talk, Lego men fly. Mario never dies. This land is magical for those who have yet to lose their innocence, but I am imprisoned here. I desperately want out, for my brain is rapidly turing to mush.

I miss stimulation. When does school start?

Filet Mignon

This may be a first. I am not sure how to present this report. After all, I experienced one whirlwind of a weekend. With two of my closest friends tying the knot, I am bubbling with excitement, joy, and happiness. However, as a result of my giddiness, my head is not screwed on quite right. In the past 72 hours I have undergone intense beautification and averted several wedding related crisis all in the name of love. I was painted, polished, dried, curled, dressed, perfumed, bedazzled, and plucked in order to fulfill my duties of walking without tripping, smiling, looking good, and holding 10 layers of white fabric so the bride could pee properly. What an adventure.

The wedding was an absolute dream. Two love birds become man and wife, and I ordered steak for dinner. After munching on veggies and different varieties of salad for most of the weekend, I could not contain my excitement for beef. And not just any beef, but filet mignon. Yes, tender, juicy, filet mignon with whipped garlic potatoes and grilled vegetables on the side. my meal might as well be served on a heavenly cloud. In order to prepare for this angelic feast, I consumed hardly anything during the day. A little cup of yogurt, a few bites of fruit, several glasses of water, but nothing of substance. I needed to save room.

After a few toasts of celebratory champagne, I needed a meal more than ever. But being my stubborn self, I only nibbled on my broccoli cheddar soup and caesar salad. I knew my coveted steak would arrive shortly. When my plate was finally placed in front of me, I could have squealed with delight. My steak was perfect. Tender, juicy, melt in your mouth fantastic! I savored my meal, eating slowly, and making it last. In between my bites the celebration continued with pictures and more toasts of wine and champagne. By the time I had eaten a fourth of my meal, it was time to cut the cake.

Anxious to see my friends slice their love dessert, I left my plate and ventured into the lobby. After witnessing a rather clean cake cutting, I stole a frosted cupcake, and returned to my place setting. However, when I arrived, my spot wad clean. There was no trace of my precious filet mignon. The waiters had cleared my plate. By this point in the evening, the beverages were bubbling in my head and causing quite the ache. Saddened by my loss, I scarfed my mediocre cupcake and sulked. I am still rather upset about unfortunate incident. I am not sure if I will ever recover.