Girls Just Wanna Have Mild.

Hi everyone,

I am writing this still at "home" in Texas visting my family. I have flannel pajamas with flowers on them. Mild, I know. (Here is a photo of my older sister and me in Texas a million years a go. Please not the mild crazy cat ladyness started early.)

I told a guy about how excited I was about next week's New Moon AND Solar Eclipse and realize how obscenely mild that must have sounded.

Do you read Penelope Trunk? I think she's absolutely fantastic and last night, I accidentally "liked" (on Facebook) an article of hers called "How to date your co-worker" forgetting how it would show up loud and clear on my Facebook page and then immediately erased. What a mild brush with work-gossip. Especially since I am Facebook friends WITH my co-workers. If they only knew how mild I am.

Today, I cooked my parents a dinner comprised of pesto salmon, bell pepper quinoa and portabella mushrooms. Mildly delicious. Mildly making up for all those years I was NOT a Girls Gone Mild.

A best friend since the 9th grade and I saw BRIDESMAIDS today. I highly recommend it to all in search of a good lady-rom-com. Though I swear one scene almost made people in the audience hurl. Radically mild and un-mild all at once. Go Kristin Wiig! (Then that same childhood bff and me took this photo. She made me Photoshop her face from a "better" photo on to her body here.)

Tonight, a straight male friend gave me hair advice over instant message from California. This is how mild my relationships with men are. "Bangs or no bangs?" (Here is a reminder of what bangs looked like.)

I am mildly impressed with myself not having checked my work email in 4 days now! And I kept my cell phone turned off for 24 whopping hours yesterday.

I got asked out by a very handsome man today. I think he wears suits all the time though. I am mildly intimidated. I long for the days when men neither dressed better or worse than me. Can't we just meet in the Mild middle of fashion?

Goodnight mild sweethears,
Cathy de la Mild

Let's hear it for the Mild.

Sorry its been about two weeks since I last got mild with it, but seriously peeps--I had to cram 4 weeks of work into the last two since I am currently in the midst of a TEN-DAY VACATION! (And I always work more than I should, so...do the mild math and it'll make sense.)

And by vacation, I mean I'm basically in rehab for Workaholicness at my parent's place in Texas. Just kidding. I'm actually taking a Mild Girl's All Exspenses Paid Dream Vacation. My amazing folks paid for my flight, picked me up from the airport, are giving me room and board, as well as a car to borrow while I'm here all for the price of BEING THEIR DAUGHTER who mildly escaped a VERY mild existence had I chosen to stay here after high school. Yes folks, I haven't officially lived here since 1999! When I did not party like it was...

Anyway, here is a mild update from these here Texas parts:

1. It took me over 24 hours to leave the beyond mild-comfort of my parents house. And when I finally did go out tonight, I drank one margarita and did this:

Rock 'n roll MILD style for sure. I'm posing with my amiga since the 9th grade, Iliana! She has been known to get all mild up on this blog...hopefully she'll start mildly blogging here again soon.

2. Another of my best friends since the 9th grade (who was even too mild to have one margarita tonight) sent me a photo of her father discovering the PhotoBooth feature on a Mac computer for the first time.

I hope I don't get sued for posting these unauthorized GIRLS GONE MILD pics of the year. This site is going to be blowin' up. SHOW US YOUR PARENTS!!!

3. I had two opposite-of-mild animal encounters yesterday. First, at 4am while waiting for the airport shuttle since I am single and only a significant other will take you to the airport that early in the morning (Mildly, THE TRUTH) I was this close to getting skunked. It was comical, but also eerily frighening SINCE I HAD BEEN UP ALL NIGHT CLEANING (for my catsitter, OF COURSE) and (not) packing. Then hours later, once I was home in Tejas, my parent's 3-legged cat who my Mom swears is the reincarnation of her deceased father (mildly absurd, I know) BIT ME ON THE ARM. Maybe it was the Rapture in the air, but there was some serious Girls Gone Mild meets Animals Gone Wild business going on. Luckily, I didn't get skunked and Grandpa-Kitty didn't break the skin.

4. Remember when I mentioned buying a straight male friend of mine a giant fruit basket (like literally, a basket MADE of fruit) for his birthday? Well, here's the photo he took to prove it.



Please note, it's in a TENNIS BALL. Because apparently I think men like fruit and sports. My mild assumptions will get me everywhere. I should make a Girls Gone Mild gift-giving guide. (Just you wait until holiday season rolls around--you'll never be at a loss as what to get your platonic straight male friends again!) GGM FTW.

5. During a massage last week (Yeah, I know I just had one like two weeks ago, but a Mild Girl's gotta do what a Mild Girl's gotta do), I had the most Liz Lemon moment ever when the hunky male massage therapist (yeah, I KNOW, ok) and I somehow mid-90 minute massage got into a mild ARGUMENT about analog vs. digital. It actually took me out of being relaxed for a second and I had to mildly tell him LETS GET BACK TO BUSINESS I mean, LETS NOT TALK ABOUT BUSINESS since analog and digital are pretty much wrapped up in what I do and what think about all the time, hence my mild need for PHYSICAL CONTACT. Just kidding (except I'm not!).

6. Real text message conversation between a friend and me last night (on you know, Saturday night)

Me (out of the blue):

I don't look like Sarah McLachlan do I?!

Her:

No, I don't think so. Why?

Me:

I got paranoid about being a redhead with a boring hairstyle.

Her:

Aw, it's cute, but you can cut it if you want!

What's interesting about that is SHE DIDN'T SAY MY HAIRCUT WASN'T BORING.

Maybe I'll make some mild changes this week.

Yours in mildness,
Cathy de la Mild

Gone With the Mild.

Yeah, that's my elderly cat sharing or not sharing a bed with me. SURPRISE.

Yesterday, my horoscope said this and I took it as G-rated, but I don't know if that was just the Mild in me talking:

"This is one of the best influences for all relationships: love affairs, relationships with partners, with coworkers, even with enemies."

I have to say, yesterday was a pretty good day, though it did veer off the mild side to the wild side a bit. Once a month, that seems to happen. I guess 12 days of WILD a year isn't so bad.

I am admitting to the world that I, Cathy de la Cruz am a huge Britney Spears fan. There is nothing mild about her except the fact that she is BRITNEY SPEARS.

I am so mild, I watch HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER every week. Today, I even caught myself TELLING someone about a specific episode. M-I-L-D.



Mild dictionary moment of the last 48 hours: I looked up the word "empathy". Deep deep mild sigh. Have I mentioned that I LOVE THE DICTIONARY?!

I posted a YouTube video of a song I like on my Facebook page and the only person that commented on it was MY GOOD FRIEND'S MOM. MILD MOM MUSIC MANIA.

Speaking of Facebook, that's what photos like THIS were made for. How do you like my new laptop desk? It comes complete with storage/play space for your SENIOR CITIZEN CAT. Gotta keep it mild.

I am pretty sure LONLEY GLASSES = MMMILD. *Thanks to Iliana for the tip. ;)

I don't really know why ABC thinks they can take OPRAH *and* two different soap operas off the air. I think it's going to cause many stay-at-home women to REVOLT. Things are not going to be mild for much longer.

I am going to visit my family on Friday for 10-days of sure to be MILD-CATION. I can't wait to be seduced by an overload of ALL THAT IS MILD ABOUT THIS WORLD. Bring it on, San Antonio, TX, bring it on MILDLY.

I may have eaten a mini-pizza ALONE while watching a LAW AND ORDER marathon yesterday IN PUBLIC and on mute. MILDLY related to my LAW AND EATING DISORDER gym franchise idea?

I am going to teach myself new software to make myself mildly more marketable. HAVE YOU FALLEN ASLEEP AT THE MILD WHEEL YET?!

OK, I may have had pizza today as well. AND ICE CREAM. Oh the ice cream. It was a HOMEMADE DRUMSTICK, y'all. MILDLY IMPOSSIBLE TO KICK OUT OF BED if you know what I mean. Wink-wink, nudge-nudge.

And yes, it's next to my $4 glass bottle of water. Mildly RIDICULOUS. Did I mention I was the Grove/Farmer's Market today because my college best friend and me tried to see BRIDESMAIDS but it was MILDLY SOLD OUT?! Bummertown: Population GIRLS GONE MILD.

File under: MAN GONE MILD, but my amazing friend, Patrick Miller is kind of my "DJ DAD" in terms of being the man behind my music playing for many years now. He got me really into the technical and logistical side of DJ-ing. Anyway, he actually sent me this MILDLY AMAZING text message last night and I can't tell you how mildly warm and fuzzy it made me:

"Text me to let me know that everything is rocking or DJ DAD will be up all night worrying."

O-MILD-G.

It feels mildly wonderful to have such mildly beyond awesome friends.

Have a great week, everyone!
--c-d-l-mild

The Day the Mild Stood Still.

You know who I nominate for the most Mild band in history? THE BLAKE BABIES. If you like mild, you have to listen to them. All of their songs sound like the teen girl stuck in my head, frustrated some dude or dudette doesn't have a crush on me. And that voice is totally unaware that LIFE GOES ON, however mildly or not, but it's OK. That voice is a special one. Also, it feels extra mild coming from someone forced to watch their bandmates make out all the time. And they have sunflowers in their music video. ENOUGH SAID.



Sometimes, I spend Friday night Skypeing with a platonic male friend. T-G-I-MILD!

It got out on the internet that my 18-year old cat eats RAW RABBIT. Now I'm mildly scared all my vegan friends are going to be PISSED. But she still takes soy in her iced latte.

My friend, Becky just started started the unofficial cousin blog of Girls Gone Mild: ADVENTURES IN BACK PAIN! Yowza--is it getting MILD in here?!

Today, I got followed into a Subway restaurant by a homeless man serenading me with acoustic guitar and vocals. It was really intense, mostly because I was trying to order a MEATBALL SUBMARINE SANDWICH for myself. Looking back on it, it probably would have been awkward even if he hadn't been there. MMMild.

P.S.

P.S.S. It's not even 10:30pm and I'm about to go to bed. I think the M in P.M. stands for...

MILD.

--Cathy

Url's Gone Mild.

I have been listening to sad country music lately--as if there is any other kind of country music. Just kidding. No, but seriously, I am enjoying a lot of weird 70s folk country stuff. MMMILD.

I was telling a perspective suitor my top 5 favorite films and realized one of them is a HOLOCAUST DOCUMENTARY. I realize while this is the opposite of mild, it's probably also a strange thing to tell someone or try to explain to someone right off the bat. O-M-MILD.

I think you all know about my secret love affair with the Dictionary. It turns out I like looking up absolutely simple words to be reminded of their true meaning since they get so overused and separated from their original intention. Today, I looked up the word "beautiful" because last night this total gentleman told me that is what I was. Mildly "Awww"-worthy. Seriously, IT'S HIP TO BE MILD.

On Saturday, my boss gave me a bouquet of flowers AND a one-hour massage gift certificate as a thank you for all my hard work this academic year. I kid you not, I immediately called the massage place and made an appointment for a massage and recieved it within TWO HOURS of recieving the gift card. MILD MASSAGE MANIA. Yes, please. And ladies, just like a cat will keep you from being depressed, a massage will keep you from being so...MILDLY INSANE.

If you think I post a lot of cat photos here, YOU SHOULD SEE MY FACEBOOK PAGE. No you shouldn't actually, since it is mildly PRIVATE.

Also, my name is Cathy and I might be a CAT SPAMMER. I send my friends photos of my cat ALL THE TIME. While out on a date last night (I know, it's hard to believe, oh Mild Ones, but it's true), the fellow I was with actually started showing me photos of his BROTHER'S CAT on his cell phone. I knew I had met my Mild Match.

Sometimes when people I respect ask me my take on a film, I avoid the subject for a couple of days and then rent it so I can in fact, have an opinion. My love of talking about cinema is a MILD DISEASE.

Meredith Viera crying as she announced she was leaving the TODAY show kind of made me teary eyed this morning. MILDLY HARD FOR EVEN ME TO BELIEVE. But I think the idea of this woman who comes off as super strong and powerful needing to leave a job she seems to love so she can be with her husband who seems extremely ill, was just so mildly sad.

In lighter news, I may have fed my cat a piece of pizza today. And by "may have", I mean, I DID.

On Saturday night, I seriously layed in bed watching THE ACCIDENTAL TOURIST. Mildly catching up on movies I meant to see, oh I don't know, FIFTEEN YEARS AGO.

Oh, tonight my friend Lan and me went out for margaritas. It started raining as soon as we got out of the car and I needed to MILDLY protect my hair from the elements.

Mildest thing a man has said to me today: "I'm not an astrophysicist...YET."

Until next time,
cdl-mild