Watching Project Runway right now. Love this show. I don't like the big tall weird looking guy. I'm hoping he goes tonight...but let's talk about the best show.
Nip/Tuck
Unbelievable. That show never ceases to amaze me. Bravo to the 2-hour finale. The only thing I don't like about the finale....is that it's over.
(Shit. Daniel Franco is "out." Oh well...I suppose the weird guy will create more drama.)
Tomorrow is the last day of school before Christmas break. Half-day. Yes! I'm so looking forward to it since coaching has taken my ability to take a mental health day here and there. I'm looking foward to reading, working out and getting my body waaaaay back into shape. Yuk, I feel so gross.
I'm also going to make some serious New Year's resolutions. I know everyone thinks they are dumb, but I usually keep them ('cept the whole workout thing...that will be the one I will FORCE myself to keep this year.)
Past resolutions I've kept.....
1. Not taking "revenge" on people who piss me off.
2. Finish a NY Times crossword on my own (so it took me 2 weeks...I still did it.)
3. Read a book a month.
4. Keep in better touch with people. (I'm not totally satisified I did it, but I tried my best.)
5. Writing people off that drag me down. (That one felt pretty liberating.)
6. Make the best of my job/living situation. (I'm pretty happy this year...still wanting to move.)
Not sure what my resolutions will be this year. Anyone making any? (Maybe get a boyfriend??? ha!)
Alright....I need to be out the door by 5:40 AM tomorrow...UGH.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Only in Fayette Co.
Friday:
I will not drunk dial, I will not drunk dial. Enough said.
Saturday:
After practice and a well deserved 3 hour nap, I still continued to take it pretty easy. Went to see Walk the Line. Excellent. Joaquin Phoenix was really great (and super hot.) Oh and I was thinking a couple of things when I was watching it does Joaquin Phoenix have a cleft palate scar? (No, because I looked it up.) Does he have a weird shoulder or did Johnny Cash and he's portraying him that way? (Haven't found out that answer.) And then Reese...Reese Witherspoon...I just think she's so cute! Though, I think she had some botox in between her eyebrows. She normally has great character lines and expressions when she speaks and that center part juuuuusttt didn't move.
I think she played her part really well. And, great vocals from both of them. I just burned my dad's Essential Johnny Cash cd's. The story was sad. In a good way, though. Great love story which got me thinking....but before I get to that....
1. In the theater there was an older couple (40's 50's?) Anyway...they were completely making out. How do I know? I HEARD them. Gross. Sounded like the guy was getting a handjob or something. I turned around at one point and made a few loud comments.."Oh my God. Are you fucking kidding me? Get a fucking room. Gross." You think that would have done it, but they continued. Not quite as loudly. Had they been, I would have pulled teacher voice on them. No doubt they were having an affair as my friend noticed they hadn't come in together. Only in Fayette Co.
2. Headed to Eat'n Park later to quench my thirst from the previous night. Who waits on us? The biggest drag queen I've ever seen. I don't know what it is about drag queens, but I love 'em.
Only in Fayette Co.
Back to the love story thing. I think I'm starting to miss being in love. For a while I was kind of indifferent to the whole dating thing. I don't know if it's the holidays, my hectic schedule or the alignment of the stars (any comment fellow cancers?) but I've been getting that feeling that I'm missing something. Also the fact that the 4 year mark of being alone is looming. However, I worry about two things by wanting to head full force into the dating world. Will he want to move out of this blackhole of a county and have I been alone too long--hence, not being able to compromise my life for someone?
Other than that and wishing for world peace, I'm trying to get ready for Christmas. I still have a little bit of shopping to do. Not too much. I'm looking forward to taking some well deserved naps over break. I'm also getting a list of New Year's resolutions. The one I really kept last year was reading a book a month. That doesn't sound like a lot, but during the school year it's hard to keep up. I'd rather do brainless stuff like watch TV.
Nip/Tuck finale is on Tuesday. God, I love that show. Pretty sure I'm going to have to tape it. Yes, I STILL have the VCR, not DVR.
Ordered my digital camera. I ended up going with the Canon SD450. I can't wait to get it.
I'm looking forward to going to the movies a lot over the Christmas break. I'd like to see HP4 again. Brokeback Mountain (though I'm worried it won't even come to Pittsburgh...hopefully this week.) Memoirs of a Geisha, The Ringer, Munich, The Family Stone, Rumor Has It, and even The Producers. Let's hope that they all at least make it to Pittsburgh.
3 1/2 days left until Christmas break!! Yeah!!!!
I will not drunk dial, I will not drunk dial. Enough said.
Saturday:
After practice and a well deserved 3 hour nap, I still continued to take it pretty easy. Went to see Walk the Line. Excellent. Joaquin Phoenix was really great (and super hot.) Oh and I was thinking a couple of things when I was watching it does Joaquin Phoenix have a cleft palate scar? (No, because I looked it up.) Does he have a weird shoulder or did Johnny Cash and he's portraying him that way? (Haven't found out that answer.) And then Reese...Reese Witherspoon...I just think she's so cute! Though, I think she had some botox in between her eyebrows. She normally has great character lines and expressions when she speaks and that center part juuuuusttt didn't move.
I think she played her part really well. And, great vocals from both of them. I just burned my dad's Essential Johnny Cash cd's. The story was sad. In a good way, though. Great love story which got me thinking....but before I get to that....
1. In the theater there was an older couple (40's 50's?) Anyway...they were completely making out. How do I know? I HEARD them. Gross. Sounded like the guy was getting a handjob or something. I turned around at one point and made a few loud comments.."Oh my God. Are you fucking kidding me? Get a fucking room. Gross." You think that would have done it, but they continued. Not quite as loudly. Had they been, I would have pulled teacher voice on them. No doubt they were having an affair as my friend noticed they hadn't come in together. Only in Fayette Co.
2. Headed to Eat'n Park later to quench my thirst from the previous night. Who waits on us? The biggest drag queen I've ever seen. I don't know what it is about drag queens, but I love 'em.
Only in Fayette Co.
Back to the love story thing. I think I'm starting to miss being in love. For a while I was kind of indifferent to the whole dating thing. I don't know if it's the holidays, my hectic schedule or the alignment of the stars (any comment fellow cancers?) but I've been getting that feeling that I'm missing something. Also the fact that the 4 year mark of being alone is looming. However, I worry about two things by wanting to head full force into the dating world. Will he want to move out of this blackhole of a county and have I been alone too long--hence, not being able to compromise my life for someone?
Other than that and wishing for world peace, I'm trying to get ready for Christmas. I still have a little bit of shopping to do. Not too much. I'm looking forward to taking some well deserved naps over break. I'm also getting a list of New Year's resolutions. The one I really kept last year was reading a book a month. That doesn't sound like a lot, but during the school year it's hard to keep up. I'd rather do brainless stuff like watch TV.
Nip/Tuck finale is on Tuesday. God, I love that show. Pretty sure I'm going to have to tape it. Yes, I STILL have the VCR, not DVR.
Ordered my digital camera. I ended up going with the Canon SD450. I can't wait to get it.
I'm looking forward to going to the movies a lot over the Christmas break. I'd like to see HP4 again. Brokeback Mountain (though I'm worried it won't even come to Pittsburgh...hopefully this week.) Memoirs of a Geisha, The Ringer, Munich, The Family Stone, Rumor Has It, and even The Producers. Let's hope that they all at least make it to Pittsburgh.
3 1/2 days left until Christmas break!! Yeah!!!!
The Countdown
Pirated from Cags
The Countdown
TEN FIRSTS
First best friend: Paige
First screen name: molrat
First pet: Jingles, a Yorkie
First piercing: ears, 1st grade
First crush: Doug Brown
First CD: New Jack City or Three Dog Night's Greatest Hits
First job: Lifeguard
First true love: Ed Morgan
First stuffed animal: Some ratty looking bear with a music box in it
First kiss: first french kiss? Chris Baugh on the ski bus
NINE LASTS
Last alcoholic beverage: Miller Lite
Last car ride: home from Gabes
Last movie seen: Walk the Line
Last phone call: my sister
Last CD played: Mixed CD from Paige
Last time you cried: Saturday morning
Last time you fell: Friday morning letting the dog out. Slipped in the driveway. Before that? Monday evening...I'm a complete clutz
Last time you had sex: ...I'd rather not say.
Last time you said "I Love You": to whom? Hmmm...that's a good one. It's definitely been a long time. Excluding family (which has also been a while) close to 4 years.
EIGHT HAVE YOU EVERS
Have you ever dated one of your best friends: Nope....wanted to.
Have you ever been arrested? No. Got a citation once for loitering.
Have you ever been on tv? I don't think so.
Have you ever yelled at someone in public? Yes. I almost did it last night to these an old couple making out in the theater (loudly and no doubt having an affair.)
Have you ever purposefully teased? I'm sure, but I don't make a practice out of it....unless I know the person. In that case it's endearment.
Have you ever done drugs of any sort? Some wacky tabacky
Have you ever been in love? Of course....looking forward to it again.
Have you ever lied? Yep
SEVEN THINGS YOU ARE WEARING:
1. WC sweatshirt
2. jewelery
3. socks
4. black yoga pants
5. underwear
6. bra
7. watch
SIX THINGS YOU'VE DONE TODAY:
1. purse party
2. grocery shopping
3. walked the dog
4. talked on the phone
5. listed Steeler tickets on eBay
6. emailed
FIVE PEOPLE TO WHOM YOU CAN TELL ANYTHING:
1. Paige
2. My sister
3. I actually have quite a few close friends I can tell
4. My dog
5. My journal (I know it's not a person, but whatever)
FOUR THINGS ON YOUR MIND:
1. Moving
2. Falling in love
3. Writing the book
4. Making more money
THREE CHOICES:
1. hot or cold: HOT
2. black or white: Black....have you seen my wardrobe?
3. chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate most definitely
TWO THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE
1. Swim the English Channel or with dolphins
2. Become published
ONE THING YOU REGRET
1. I don't really regret anything. Maybe not keeping up with swimming. I'd definitley be in a lot better shape.
The Countdown
TEN FIRSTS
First best friend: Paige
First screen name: molrat
First pet: Jingles, a Yorkie
First piercing: ears, 1st grade
First crush: Doug Brown
First CD: New Jack City or Three Dog Night's Greatest Hits
First job: Lifeguard
First true love: Ed Morgan
First stuffed animal: Some ratty looking bear with a music box in it
First kiss: first french kiss? Chris Baugh on the ski bus
NINE LASTS
Last alcoholic beverage: Miller Lite
Last car ride: home from Gabes
Last movie seen: Walk the Line
Last phone call: my sister
Last CD played: Mixed CD from Paige
Last time you cried: Saturday morning
Last time you fell: Friday morning letting the dog out. Slipped in the driveway. Before that? Monday evening...I'm a complete clutz
Last time you had sex: ...I'd rather not say.
Last time you said "I Love You": to whom? Hmmm...that's a good one. It's definitely been a long time. Excluding family (which has also been a while) close to 4 years.
EIGHT HAVE YOU EVERS
Have you ever dated one of your best friends: Nope....wanted to.
Have you ever been arrested? No. Got a citation once for loitering.
Have you ever been on tv? I don't think so.
Have you ever yelled at someone in public? Yes. I almost did it last night to these an old couple making out in the theater (loudly and no doubt having an affair.)
Have you ever purposefully teased? I'm sure, but I don't make a practice out of it....unless I know the person. In that case it's endearment.
Have you ever done drugs of any sort? Some wacky tabacky
Have you ever been in love? Of course....looking forward to it again.
Have you ever lied? Yep
SEVEN THINGS YOU ARE WEARING:
1. WC sweatshirt
2. jewelery
3. socks
4. black yoga pants
5. underwear
6. bra
7. watch
SIX THINGS YOU'VE DONE TODAY:
1. purse party
2. grocery shopping
3. walked the dog
4. talked on the phone
5. listed Steeler tickets on eBay
6. emailed
FIVE PEOPLE TO WHOM YOU CAN TELL ANYTHING:
1. Paige
2. My sister
3. I actually have quite a few close friends I can tell
4. My dog
5. My journal (I know it's not a person, but whatever)
FOUR THINGS ON YOUR MIND:
1. Moving
2. Falling in love
3. Writing the book
4. Making more money
THREE CHOICES:
1. hot or cold: HOT
2. black or white: Black....have you seen my wardrobe?
3. chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate most definitely
TWO THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE
1. Swim the English Channel or with dolphins
2. Become published
ONE THING YOU REGRET
1. I don't really regret anything. Maybe not keeping up with swimming. I'd definitley be in a lot better shape.
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Short Quips
Lazy. That's what I've been about blogging. But enough about my reasons and my catching up on what I've been doing. This isn't an itinerary...for the most part.
I did some shopping today. The first really this season. I'm not usually this far behind with Christmas shopping, but this year I can't seem to get into the spirit. One thing that drives me crazy about mall parking lots--I HATE when people go the wrong way in the aisle. How freakin' hard is it to read the arrows? Look at the way the cars are putting? I saw this woman today go down the wrong way to get into a handicapped space. Now these spaces are obviously close to the entrance making it even more difficult to cut the turn to get into the space correctly. THEN she drives through the two (narrowly) spaced HC signs to the other space which now makes her pointing out of the space yet STILL in the wrong direction. Fucking women drivers (ha! that was for the men who read this...heh.)
The clerk who checked me out today smelled like onions. BO maybe? Or hoagie onions --which is not much of a difference. Yet, she was wearing a wedding band. Not that I want to get married, but Jesus. She smelled like fucking onions and some guy found her. Note to self: buy onions.
2-hour delay tomorrow. That's why I love teaching.
My sister and her man broke up right before Thanksgiving. Long story, but in the end it definitely was for the best. So I asked my mom the other day while decorating "Did she buy him a stocking last year?" Mom couldn't remember. I'll venture to say yes. Why you ask? Because I'm a firm believer in when you buy a stocking for a boy you're dating...it's the kiss of death. Everytime I've purchased a stocking for a boyfriend, he never made it to the next Christmas (sometimes that particular Christmas.)
I swam yesterday with my team. Just at the end and then a little with a few that decided to stay late. In my effort to not "look slow" and appear to be out of shaper (yes I have a warped sense of what I look like) I hauled ass in the pool. Yeah. I'm old...because I can hardly move.
Funny fall of the week....down the bus steps. Huge bruise on my arm and a really sore back. Ouch, but typical. I'm actually surprised I haven't broken anything at this point in my life. I think because I expect to fall, I don't worry about it too much--therefore not hurting myself too badly. Shit I feel like I just wrote a theorm for geometry class. What was that little three dot triangle thing again?
Dropped my phone. UGH! I'm so pissed. I have 3 months until my plan is up. I have insurance but I'm being cheap and not wanting to spend the $50 to get a new one. The screen no longer lights up so I need to be near a light to see who I'm dialing. Texting is a bitch. Why do you pay $5 a month for insurance and then you have to pay $50 to get a phone? Hello?? I pay the insurance?
I know I'll end up getting a phone tomorrow. Fuck.
I'm not even really excited about New Year's this year. I don't know what it is. I'm looking forward to hanging out with friends, but not to the whole hooplah of going out. Buying a new outfit (some variation of black sweater and jeans I'm sure.) Maybe something crazy will happen this year.
I think that's all on this post. I have some more.
I did some shopping today. The first really this season. I'm not usually this far behind with Christmas shopping, but this year I can't seem to get into the spirit. One thing that drives me crazy about mall parking lots--I HATE when people go the wrong way in the aisle. How freakin' hard is it to read the arrows? Look at the way the cars are putting? I saw this woman today go down the wrong way to get into a handicapped space. Now these spaces are obviously close to the entrance making it even more difficult to cut the turn to get into the space correctly. THEN she drives through the two (narrowly) spaced HC signs to the other space which now makes her pointing out of the space yet STILL in the wrong direction. Fucking women drivers (ha! that was for the men who read this...heh.)
The clerk who checked me out today smelled like onions. BO maybe? Or hoagie onions --which is not much of a difference. Yet, she was wearing a wedding band. Not that I want to get married, but Jesus. She smelled like fucking onions and some guy found her. Note to self: buy onions.
2-hour delay tomorrow. That's why I love teaching.
My sister and her man broke up right before Thanksgiving. Long story, but in the end it definitely was for the best. So I asked my mom the other day while decorating "Did she buy him a stocking last year?" Mom couldn't remember. I'll venture to say yes. Why you ask? Because I'm a firm believer in when you buy a stocking for a boy you're dating...it's the kiss of death. Everytime I've purchased a stocking for a boyfriend, he never made it to the next Christmas (sometimes that particular Christmas.)
I swam yesterday with my team. Just at the end and then a little with a few that decided to stay late. In my effort to not "look slow" and appear to be out of shaper (yes I have a warped sense of what I look like) I hauled ass in the pool. Yeah. I'm old...because I can hardly move.
Funny fall of the week....down the bus steps. Huge bruise on my arm and a really sore back. Ouch, but typical. I'm actually surprised I haven't broken anything at this point in my life. I think because I expect to fall, I don't worry about it too much--therefore not hurting myself too badly. Shit I feel like I just wrote a theorm for geometry class. What was that little three dot triangle thing again?
Dropped my phone. UGH! I'm so pissed. I have 3 months until my plan is up. I have insurance but I'm being cheap and not wanting to spend the $50 to get a new one. The screen no longer lights up so I need to be near a light to see who I'm dialing. Texting is a bitch. Why do you pay $5 a month for insurance and then you have to pay $50 to get a phone? Hello?? I pay the insurance?
I know I'll end up getting a phone tomorrow. Fuck.
I'm not even really excited about New Year's this year. I don't know what it is. I'm looking forward to hanging out with friends, but not to the whole hooplah of going out. Buying a new outfit (some variation of black sweater and jeans I'm sure.) Maybe something crazy will happen this year.
I think that's all on this post. I have some more.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
No Time at All
It's not that I've been lazy about posting, it's just that I've been extremely busy. And, my computer time has been spent researching digital cameras. Ugh, the bargain hunt. Sometimes I have such an obsession with getting the best price that I end up procrastinating the purchase. I don't know much about digital cameras to begin with so I'm worried that I'm not getting the right one for me. I've pretty much decided on the Canon SD 450. Anyway...
I've also been at the grocery store and cooking all week. Heading away for the weekend to Deep Creek. I volunteered to get the food (for 16-18 people mind you.) It's been a big challenge, but actually pretty fun. I'm just about finished with all the prep work. Goal was to get everything ready so that all we have to do is heat things up. I won't bore you with the list of things that I made, but I'll give you the brief with 4 gallons of chili, 40 cupcake sized cheesecakes, etc. A lot, but I've done it. (How do you IronChef?)
Fighting off a cold and I have a feeling I'm going to get it this weekend. I hope not. As long as I'm okay to get my massage on Saturday morning, I don't mind.
I would love to get into a major post, but it's 12:26 and I need to get up by 6. Hopefully, because I'll be done with all the prep and packing tomorrow, I'll get to the post I want to.
I smell a snow day on Friday....I'm hoping for only a 2-hour delay. Ah, I love winter.
I've also been at the grocery store and cooking all week. Heading away for the weekend to Deep Creek. I volunteered to get the food (for 16-18 people mind you.) It's been a big challenge, but actually pretty fun. I'm just about finished with all the prep work. Goal was to get everything ready so that all we have to do is heat things up. I won't bore you with the list of things that I made, but I'll give you the brief with 4 gallons of chili, 40 cupcake sized cheesecakes, etc. A lot, but I've done it. (How do you IronChef?)
Fighting off a cold and I have a feeling I'm going to get it this weekend. I hope not. As long as I'm okay to get my massage on Saturday morning, I don't mind.
I would love to get into a major post, but it's 12:26 and I need to get up by 6. Hopefully, because I'll be done with all the prep and packing tomorrow, I'll get to the post I want to.
I smell a snow day on Friday....I'm hoping for only a 2-hour delay. Ah, I love winter.
Monday, November 28, 2005
Sea-sons-of Looovvvee...
Thanks for you comments on the Big Reveal of Buckner. After discussing it with Buckner, he didn't think I was fair and a little mean. Not my intentions. I hope y'all got the sarcasm in the connotations. If not well, then I'll clairfy a bit.
When referring the the "claiming to be a farmer, living in Fayette City." Long short of it...Buckner didn't match the profile of the guy that was emailing me. I didn't see the connection until much later on....like last week or so. What gave me the clue? The spelling of the word "the." Buckner (Brookease suit or Superman garb) spells it "teh." Consistantly. I knew I loved the Bloodhound Gang for something.
My dealbreakers...well, we all have them. Whether it be the Yankees, Geminis, Vegetarians, Republicans, Bible Beaters or Catlovers...we have them. We use them to upkeep our discriminating taste in potential relationships. Personally, I think it's unique and acceptable. Of course only if it doesn't cross the Hitler rule.
And as for me seeming blah. I remember that conversation on the phone. Friday around 5. I was headed out to happy hour, putting my lipstick on at a stoplight. Distracted more like it. And, quite frankly...I don't really like talking on the phone as much as I used to. I'm also a typical Cancer. Reserved and quiet striking from the side. The phone call directly to me. I don't think I was ready for it yet. However it was my choice to give my number out. (Rather my force...keeping my guard up makes me have to force myself to do the normal dating process.)
All in all...sorry if I offended you Buckner. I actually thought I paid you a compliment. I thought it was rather nifty that you remained a mystery. Not creepy. Nifty. And, the birth of you blog was a true blessing. (Now ain't that in the Christmas spirit!)
************
It's been a week. What have I been doing? I don't really know. A lot of going out and a lot of mischeif. I'm done going out in this shithole for a while. Maybe the last day of school before Christmas break, but in all honesty I'd rather sit around with the people I want to see.
Thanksgiving was good. The usual. We ate. I tried to stay awake before my grandparents left. I almost made it...I did have to get up and run and say goodbye. I took a nap. Ate. Felt lazy. Just like everyone else.
Despite the previous comment, I'm not quite in the Christmas spirit. I decorated my classroom, but have failed to do any decorating at home. Maybe it's the weather? Maybe it's my blah attitude right now.
I did go and see Rent yesterday. It was good. I was in a sappy mood to begin with so as soon as Seasons of Love started (like the first 5 seconds of the movie) I started tearing up. Funny thing is...I've never even seen it on Broadway. I knew the gist of what happened, but none of the fine details. It reminded me of Fame a little which is good because I love that movie. I'd like to see it again, but I'll probably wait until it's a rental or at the cheapies. I went by myself. I don't mind that now, but it was torture trying to get used to it. Though, yesterday I felt like everyone was looking at me thinking, "Poor girl. She's all alone." A lot of highschool kids in there. I was surprised at their reactions to the movie. The were snickering in the beginning when the men kissed (remember where I live folks.) But as the movie went on became eerily quiet. Okay. So they might have been making out in the back row, but I think the sadness of the movie hit them. The fact that the themes are the same regardless of race, religion, preference, etc. Especially because I heard as the credits came up, "Oh my God. *sniff, sniff* I didn't think it was going to be that sad." Maybe a little bit of culture seeped into their podunk minds.
Boy that was pretty deep...I'm usually all, like, about dating, and um, stuff.
I'm thinking of going to see Harry Potter again this weekend. I want to see Walk the Line, too, but I need to see HP again being that I was pretty distracted by the asshole dad next to me. 18 school days until Christmas break. I know it will go fast. My week is already booked.
I've been on my laptop since Wednesday nonstop. Don't I look cute? God, I love this thing! I soooo feel like Carrie Bradshaw now. Hmmm...maybe that's what I need to get me out of this funk. A good dose of Sex and the City.
Something about Jim O'Connor turns me on. He's definitely very good looking, but I like his bumbling, silly personality on "The Life of..." series on the FoodNetwork. He's now my desktop background.
I'm looking to update my links section to include more sections. Got the idea from PastryMom. You can all check out where I lurk.
When referring the the "claiming to be a farmer, living in Fayette City." Long short of it...Buckner didn't match the profile of the guy that was emailing me. I didn't see the connection until much later on....like last week or so. What gave me the clue? The spelling of the word "the." Buckner (Brookease suit or Superman garb) spells it "teh." Consistantly. I knew I loved the Bloodhound Gang for something.
My dealbreakers...well, we all have them. Whether it be the Yankees, Geminis, Vegetarians, Republicans, Bible Beaters or Catlovers...we have them. We use them to upkeep our discriminating taste in potential relationships. Personally, I think it's unique and acceptable. Of course only if it doesn't cross the Hitler rule.
And as for me seeming blah. I remember that conversation on the phone. Friday around 5. I was headed out to happy hour, putting my lipstick on at a stoplight. Distracted more like it. And, quite frankly...I don't really like talking on the phone as much as I used to. I'm also a typical Cancer. Reserved and quiet striking from the side. The phone call directly to me. I don't think I was ready for it yet. However it was my choice to give my number out. (Rather my force...keeping my guard up makes me have to force myself to do the normal dating process.)
All in all...sorry if I offended you Buckner. I actually thought I paid you a compliment. I thought it was rather nifty that you remained a mystery. Not creepy. Nifty. And, the birth of you blog was a true blessing. (Now ain't that in the Christmas spirit!)
************
It's been a week. What have I been doing? I don't really know. A lot of going out and a lot of mischeif. I'm done going out in this shithole for a while. Maybe the last day of school before Christmas break, but in all honesty I'd rather sit around with the people I want to see.
Thanksgiving was good. The usual. We ate. I tried to stay awake before my grandparents left. I almost made it...I did have to get up and run and say goodbye. I took a nap. Ate. Felt lazy. Just like everyone else.
Despite the previous comment, I'm not quite in the Christmas spirit. I decorated my classroom, but have failed to do any decorating at home. Maybe it's the weather? Maybe it's my blah attitude right now.
I did go and see Rent yesterday. It was good. I was in a sappy mood to begin with so as soon as Seasons of Love started (like the first 5 seconds of the movie) I started tearing up. Funny thing is...I've never even seen it on Broadway. I knew the gist of what happened, but none of the fine details. It reminded me of Fame a little which is good because I love that movie. I'd like to see it again, but I'll probably wait until it's a rental or at the cheapies. I went by myself. I don't mind that now, but it was torture trying to get used to it. Though, yesterday I felt like everyone was looking at me thinking, "Poor girl. She's all alone." A lot of highschool kids in there. I was surprised at their reactions to the movie. The were snickering in the beginning when the men kissed (remember where I live folks.) But as the movie went on became eerily quiet. Okay. So they might have been making out in the back row, but I think the sadness of the movie hit them. The fact that the themes are the same regardless of race, religion, preference, etc. Especially because I heard as the credits came up, "Oh my God. *sniff, sniff* I didn't think it was going to be that sad." Maybe a little bit of culture seeped into their podunk minds.
Boy that was pretty deep...I'm usually all, like, about dating, and um, stuff.
I'm thinking of going to see Harry Potter again this weekend. I want to see Walk the Line, too, but I need to see HP again being that I was pretty distracted by the asshole dad next to me. 18 school days until Christmas break. I know it will go fast. My week is already booked.
I've been on my laptop since Wednesday nonstop. Don't I look cute? God, I love this thing! I soooo feel like Carrie Bradshaw now. Hmmm...maybe that's what I need to get me out of this funk. A good dose of Sex and the City.
Something about Jim O'Connor turns me on. He's definitely very good looking, but I like his bumbling, silly personality on "The Life of..." series on the FoodNetwork. He's now my desktop background.
I'm looking to update my links section to include more sections. Got the idea from PastryMom. You can all check out where I lurk.
Monday, November 21, 2005
I Always Feel Like...Somebody's Watchin' Me...
The Big Reveal.
Those of you that have been reading since the birth of The Girl In the Corner have seen bloggers come and go, comment and rant, tell their tales and what not. It's kinda bizarre the community of friends, aquaintences and "fans" that develop through this medium. I kinda crack up because I have invented images and voices of people that I read and comment. Did you ever think you might have had an encounter with someone before? Are people really connected? Maybe even one of us could fit into the Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon...(I hope you're getting the point.)
Roughly April of this year back in my online dating phase, I met a few people. Lots of winks from NASCAR fans, country bumpkins and creepy old men. Yeah. Clearly by my current dating status, online dating didn't work out so well for me. That's fine. I'm one of those people that believes you're in a time, place and situation for a certain lesson. Boy, that sounds kinda churchy?? I'm thinking more along the lines of Kharmic.
Ennnnywhaaay....In between all the freaks there were a few emails exchanged that were worth emailing back. There was the traveling nurse, AARP, Nunya and the lawyer. (Yes, only a few.) Traveling nurse...well, you can see where that went. AARP...too old and kinda boring. Nunya...unreliable and immature. Lawyer...good emails, one phone call and extinction. I believe the last words were something of "Can I call you back in 20 minutes?" and then well, nothing. Oh well, maybe he found someone else. I've done it with not emailing someone back. Que sera, sera.
But he didn't find someone else.
He found me.
And my dealbreakers. Well, some of them.
So this lawyer quit emailing me because I "outed" him on my blog. Oops. He got skerred because of one of my dealbreakers. Vegetarians. Which isn't necessarily a deal breaker, but that's a whole nuther blog. Maybe we'll bring up deal breakers for the holidays.
This lawyer...well written, educated, funny, employed. Not so bad on paper. Only saw this picture of him on his profile. A little skerred, I guess.
Then enters a new commentor/reader of my blog with his own brand new blog. Can you see where I'm going? Funny stuff. Ripping on Fayette county (lovin' it) but a little skerred. Claims he's a farmer. Claims he lives in Fayette City. An alias. (Maybe a little skerrrrrrrred.
But who is this new fan? Who is this cocky, witty, bold and boisterous man?
I'll give you a hint...he ripped off his stiff blue pin stripe, gold tie, forward point French cuff and kicked off his Johnston Murphy's and became...
Buckner.
Yep folks. One in the same. A modern day Superman. Batman. Captain Underpants.
Bizarre...I wondered who this Buckner was. Had I returned to the emails from the lawyer, I would have noticed the pattern in the writing. (Good thing I don't work for CSI.)
Turns out he "wilted under the pressure" of meeting up and being hashed out on the blog.
I was a victim of Googling.
Googled and he read the part about deal breaking and offending a vegetarian by chomping on a big juicy steak. Sorry pal, but I did conquer my fear in writing...being honest. (Not easy and I'm still not totally good at it--tangent story.)
What good has come out of being a victim of a Google? What good has come out of hashing out dates on a blog? What good has come out of being a voyeur and providing things to be voyeured?
Buckner.
Buckner and I spent quite a few hours between Friday night and Saturday morning with some email clues and games.
(Buckner did it. He Googled me with the PC in the Study.)
So there it is folks. Season finale, mystery solved.
Looking forward to the new site, Buckner...if that's who you really are??? Muuuahhhhhahahahhahahaahahhahha....
Those of you that have been reading since the birth of The Girl In the Corner have seen bloggers come and go, comment and rant, tell their tales and what not. It's kinda bizarre the community of friends, aquaintences and "fans" that develop through this medium. I kinda crack up because I have invented images and voices of people that I read and comment. Did you ever think you might have had an encounter with someone before? Are people really connected? Maybe even one of us could fit into the Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon...(I hope you're getting the point.)
Roughly April of this year back in my online dating phase, I met a few people. Lots of winks from NASCAR fans, country bumpkins and creepy old men. Yeah. Clearly by my current dating status, online dating didn't work out so well for me. That's fine. I'm one of those people that believes you're in a time, place and situation for a certain lesson. Boy, that sounds kinda churchy?? I'm thinking more along the lines of Kharmic.
Ennnnywhaaay....In between all the freaks there were a few emails exchanged that were worth emailing back. There was the traveling nurse, AARP, Nunya and the lawyer. (Yes, only a few.) Traveling nurse...well, you can see where that went. AARP...too old and kinda boring. Nunya...unreliable and immature. Lawyer...good emails, one phone call and extinction. I believe the last words were something of "Can I call you back in 20 minutes?" and then well, nothing. Oh well, maybe he found someone else. I've done it with not emailing someone back. Que sera, sera.
But he didn't find someone else.
He found me.
And my dealbreakers. Well, some of them.
So this lawyer quit emailing me because I "outed" him on my blog. Oops. He got skerred because of one of my dealbreakers. Vegetarians. Which isn't necessarily a deal breaker, but that's a whole nuther blog. Maybe we'll bring up deal breakers for the holidays.
This lawyer...well written, educated, funny, employed. Not so bad on paper. Only saw this picture of him on his profile. A little skerred, I guess.
Then enters a new commentor/reader of my blog with his own brand new blog. Can you see where I'm going? Funny stuff. Ripping on Fayette county (lovin' it) but a little skerred. Claims he's a farmer. Claims he lives in Fayette City. An alias. (Maybe a little skerrrrrrrred.
But who is this new fan? Who is this cocky, witty, bold and boisterous man?
I'll give you a hint...he ripped off his stiff blue pin stripe, gold tie, forward point French cuff and kicked off his Johnston Murphy's and became...
Buckner.
Yep folks. One in the same. A modern day Superman. Batman. Captain Underpants.
Bizarre...I wondered who this Buckner was. Had I returned to the emails from the lawyer, I would have noticed the pattern in the writing. (Good thing I don't work for CSI.)
Turns out he "wilted under the pressure" of meeting up and being hashed out on the blog.
I was a victim of Googling.
Googled and he read the part about deal breaking and offending a vegetarian by chomping on a big juicy steak. Sorry pal, but I did conquer my fear in writing...being honest. (Not easy and I'm still not totally good at it--tangent story.)
What good has come out of being a victim of a Google? What good has come out of hashing out dates on a blog? What good has come out of being a voyeur and providing things to be voyeured?
Buckner.
Buckner and I spent quite a few hours between Friday night and Saturday morning with some email clues and games.
(Buckner did it. He Googled me with the PC in the Study.)
So there it is folks. Season finale, mystery solved.
Looking forward to the new site, Buckner...if that's who you really are??? Muuuahhhhhahahahhahahaahahhahha....
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Lazy Day Catch Up
I have a lot to write about. However, I'm recovering from a late night weekend and don't have the full energy to do so.
Few things...Saw the new Harry Potter...EXCELLENT. (except for the asshole father next to me who talked to his child the whole time)
Watched The Five People You Meet In Heaven. So good. I read the book this summer. It's quite a tearjerker, but in a good way. I like movies that make me cry anyway.
Big scoop...the reveal of Buckner. That post to come soon. Bizarre, but a great story. Until then, chomp on this for a little while.
Compliments of Cags
More wacky questions....
Peanut butter: Smooth or crunchy? smooth
Toilet roll: Under or over? usually under
Wanking: One hand or two? one or none...cyberwabbit. heh, heh
Doing up jeans: Button then zip or zip then button? zip, then button. If I button first, I often forget to zip
Peanut butter: In fridge or out? ew...cold peanut butter? definitely out
Religion: Rate yourself on the scale of practicing (10) to atheist (0)? i don't practice. I try to pray at night but usually end up falling asleep in the middle of.....zzz
Toilet Seat: Up or down? down...what the hell do I need it up for?
Late nights or early rising? LATE night...which does not work when I need to be an early riser
Soap: Share or not? Sharing only if it's liquid.
If you had a million dollars, what would you do with your time? Lay on the beach and write
What do you do for fun? hang out with friends, movies, read, write
What do you do for work? teach
Where do you see yourself in 5 years? no clue...everytime I plan, it never works out. I'd rather be surprised.
What would your best friend say about you? I'm loyal, funny, daring and genuine
When was the last time you lied to someone? Probably last night.
How often do you have sex? this rate....never.
What do you read? chic-lit, online news, blogs, entertainment magazines
What music do you listen to? everything...though I really don't like Guar-esque music
What do you look for in a partner? pulse...oh wait...intelligence, compassion, honesty, individualism, selflessness
Are you a smoker? former
Do you have any weird habits? I like things to be alphabatized, I don't like to step on manholes or grates on a sidewalk (and will avoid them at all costs) my sheets have to be straight and tight before I go to sleep
Have you been overseas? Yes...England, France, Germany, Belgium, Amsterdam
What can you not stand in a partner? deceit, competition, patronizing comments
What are your dealbreaker questions? Men who don't like dogs...I'm sure there are others
How have you spent the last few years? Internalizing and getting my "self" back
What's the most fascinating thing about you? I can almost always give a song lyric to any conversation, and the other...well wouldn't you like to know?
If we had an argument how would we settle it? honestly....probably a little yelling and then compromise
What are you most proud of in your life? The good friends I've aquired and kept.
A train is about to hit 20 people. On the other track there is one person. Do you flick the switch and send the train down the other track? hmm...that's a tough one. I'd probably flick the switch, but jump to get the one person out of the way.
Few things...Saw the new Harry Potter...EXCELLENT. (except for the asshole father next to me who talked to his child the whole time)
Watched The Five People You Meet In Heaven. So good. I read the book this summer. It's quite a tearjerker, but in a good way. I like movies that make me cry anyway.
Big scoop...the reveal of Buckner. That post to come soon. Bizarre, but a great story. Until then, chomp on this for a little while.
Compliments of Cags
More wacky questions....
Peanut butter: Smooth or crunchy? smooth
Toilet roll: Under or over? usually under
Wanking: One hand or two? one or none...cyberwabbit. heh, heh
Doing up jeans: Button then zip or zip then button? zip, then button. If I button first, I often forget to zip
Peanut butter: In fridge or out? ew...cold peanut butter? definitely out
Religion: Rate yourself on the scale of practicing (10) to atheist (0)? i don't practice. I try to pray at night but usually end up falling asleep in the middle of.....zzz
Toilet Seat: Up or down? down...what the hell do I need it up for?
Late nights or early rising? LATE night...which does not work when I need to be an early riser
Soap: Share or not? Sharing only if it's liquid.
If you had a million dollars, what would you do with your time? Lay on the beach and write
What do you do for fun? hang out with friends, movies, read, write
What do you do for work? teach
Where do you see yourself in 5 years? no clue...everytime I plan, it never works out. I'd rather be surprised.
What would your best friend say about you? I'm loyal, funny, daring and genuine
When was the last time you lied to someone? Probably last night.
How often do you have sex? this rate....never.
What do you read? chic-lit, online news, blogs, entertainment magazines
What music do you listen to? everything...though I really don't like Guar-esque music
What do you look for in a partner? pulse...oh wait...intelligence, compassion, honesty, individualism, selflessness
Are you a smoker? former
Do you have any weird habits? I like things to be alphabatized, I don't like to step on manholes or grates on a sidewalk (and will avoid them at all costs) my sheets have to be straight and tight before I go to sleep
Have you been overseas? Yes...England, France, Germany, Belgium, Amsterdam
What can you not stand in a partner? deceit, competition, patronizing comments
What are your dealbreaker questions? Men who don't like dogs...I'm sure there are others
How have you spent the last few years? Internalizing and getting my "self" back
What's the most fascinating thing about you? I can almost always give a song lyric to any conversation, and the other...well wouldn't you like to know?
If we had an argument how would we settle it? honestly....probably a little yelling and then compromise
What are you most proud of in your life? The good friends I've aquired and kept.
A train is about to hit 20 people. On the other track there is one person. Do you flick the switch and send the train down the other track? hmm...that's a tough one. I'd probably flick the switch, but jump to get the one person out of the way.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
The Worst of It
I stole from Lesterhead and BrooklynJay...but I too love questionnaires
1) What is your least favorite color? Royal Blue
2) What is your worst day of the week? Tuesday...I sometimes get Mondays off!
3) What food makes you want to yack? Anise oil or anchovies
4) Least favorite alcohol: Hennessey
5) Worst movie you've ever seen: Wag the Dog
6) Biggest pet peeve: Misuse of a 50 cent word. Ex: "Your email address is your name followed by the AMPERSAND blah, blah .com." Hello idiot? That's the AT sign. If you don't know how to use a word, don't.
7) Worst music: Ska
8) Worst actor: Keanu Reeves
9) Worst actress: Tara Reid
10) Shittiest job: Waitress at Benjamin's in Richmond. (Seriously dirtier than the Canal St stop in NYC. I made it two shifts and never picked up my paycheck.
11) Shittiest co-worker: Currently? Hmmm...the one that let's their kids run fucking crazy. And an aid who thinks they own the God damned place.
12) Lamest animals: worms
13) Worst pick-up line (received or used): "I'm a chiropractor. Have you ever been adjusted before? Call me and we'll set up an appointment." (Gross)
14) Worst household chore: Taking out the garbage or recycling.
15) Shittiest historical figure: Dubya or that FEMA guy.
16) Worst place you've been to: A Wal-Mart in Kansas
17) A place you'd never 'be caught dead in': living in a trailer or in bed with a Mormon.
18) Worst TV show: FearFactor
19) Most useless sport: Curling
20) Worst candy: Banana Runts or chocolate with a date in it. Yuk.
21) Worst feeling: being ignored....or leaving the house/school wondering if I left something on (curling iron, tartburner, etc.)
22) Least favorite type of clothing: pantyhose
23) Least favorite body part: ass cracks
24) Least favorite restaurant (or fast food): Garfields
25) Worst month: March...I don't like rainy days.
1) What is your least favorite color? Royal Blue
2) What is your worst day of the week? Tuesday...I sometimes get Mondays off!
3) What food makes you want to yack? Anise oil or anchovies
4) Least favorite alcohol: Hennessey
5) Worst movie you've ever seen: Wag the Dog
6) Biggest pet peeve: Misuse of a 50 cent word. Ex: "Your email address is your name followed by the AMPERSAND blah, blah .com." Hello idiot? That's the AT sign. If you don't know how to use a word, don't.
7) Worst music: Ska
8) Worst actor: Keanu Reeves
9) Worst actress: Tara Reid
10) Shittiest job: Waitress at Benjamin's in Richmond. (Seriously dirtier than the Canal St stop in NYC. I made it two shifts and never picked up my paycheck.
11) Shittiest co-worker: Currently? Hmmm...the one that let's their kids run fucking crazy. And an aid who thinks they own the God damned place.
12) Lamest animals: worms
13) Worst pick-up line (received or used): "I'm a chiropractor. Have you ever been adjusted before? Call me and we'll set up an appointment." (Gross)
14) Worst household chore: Taking out the garbage or recycling.
15) Shittiest historical figure: Dubya or that FEMA guy.
16) Worst place you've been to: A Wal-Mart in Kansas
17) A place you'd never 'be caught dead in': living in a trailer or in bed with a Mormon.
18) Worst TV show: FearFactor
19) Most useless sport: Curling
20) Worst candy: Banana Runts or chocolate with a date in it. Yuk.
21) Worst feeling: being ignored....or leaving the house/school wondering if I left something on (curling iron, tartburner, etc.)
22) Least favorite type of clothing: pantyhose
23) Least favorite body part: ass cracks
24) Least favorite restaurant (or fast food): Garfields
25) Worst month: March...I don't like rainy days.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Who's Lookin' at You, Kid?
So I'm totally cracking up. I just installed a site meter on my blog. Pretty cool. You can see how many times your blog has been viewed, etc...as well as how or from where someone entered your blog (page links.) So I'm scrolling through the pages and see my usual readers....then I come upon a link that has something like "fuks.drunk.mardigrasgirls." So fucking funny. My blog apparently comes up on a search of drunk Mardi Gras girls. It also comes up on a search of Julia Roberts social class. Funny...so apparently someone looking for drunk Mardi Gras girl pictures read my Mardi Gras recap. Probably not what they were looking for...ha!
Swimteam season is only 3 days in and I just know I'm going to be exhausted. I didn't get home tonight until 5 til 9 (had a few other things to do) and I missed all but the last 5 minutes of ANTM. Shit. I guess I'll have to watch it next week on Tuesday (well, tape it at least...no I don't have DVR. I'm lame.)
Pay day is in two days. I don't normally look forward to pay day as I'm one of those people that charges everything and pays it off at the end of the month. I'm usually pretty good about keeping a running tally in my head. But, after paying my credit card bill today I thought, where the fuck did all my money go? Yet, I forgot. I haven't been reimbursed for my expenses for the clinic I went to and travel check will be nice as well. Plus, I get paid for the first season of coaching. All will be going to savings. Finally, I have a savings. Funny, my forecast for the month said there would be some financial woes. (And, Cags, I recently found Susan Miller. Bizarre?? Are the tides bringing us together, oh Zorphie?)
Well, I will say I'm glad I'm writing more. I'm looking forward to getting the ball rolling on some other projects that have collected much dust.
Last but not least...I had my dog groomed today. They put a rainbow scarf on him. He's rockin' his Gay Pride. Being that he looks like Stan's dog in the South Park cartoon, all I could think was "Don't be gay, Sparky. Don't be gay." That's alright. You can be gay Neville.
Swimteam season is only 3 days in and I just know I'm going to be exhausted. I didn't get home tonight until 5 til 9 (had a few other things to do) and I missed all but the last 5 minutes of ANTM. Shit. I guess I'll have to watch it next week on Tuesday (well, tape it at least...no I don't have DVR. I'm lame.)
Pay day is in two days. I don't normally look forward to pay day as I'm one of those people that charges everything and pays it off at the end of the month. I'm usually pretty good about keeping a running tally in my head. But, after paying my credit card bill today I thought, where the fuck did all my money go? Yet, I forgot. I haven't been reimbursed for my expenses for the clinic I went to and travel check will be nice as well. Plus, I get paid for the first season of coaching. All will be going to savings. Finally, I have a savings. Funny, my forecast for the month said there would be some financial woes. (And, Cags, I recently found Susan Miller. Bizarre?? Are the tides bringing us together, oh Zorphie?)
Well, I will say I'm glad I'm writing more. I'm looking forward to getting the ball rolling on some other projects that have collected much dust.
Last but not least...I had my dog groomed today. They put a rainbow scarf on him. He's rockin' his Gay Pride. Being that he looks like Stan's dog in the South Park cartoon, all I could think was "Don't be gay, Sparky. Don't be gay." That's alright. You can be gay Neville.
Monday, November 14, 2005
That's Because You're a Cancer...
So strange...my old roomate used to say these words all the time. "That's because you're a -insert astro sign here-." People thought she was crazy, but I think there's a lot of worth to her statements. Lesterhead had a posting about horoscopes and I thought I'd elaborate. Those of you who know me personally or from reading I'm sure have seen random posts about my horoscope and how I tend to tailor my days towards it. I know...crazy, but true. (And I'm done linking and looking through my archives.)
Anyway. The past roomie (who ironically just started blogging and this topic came up) turned me on to the astrological way a little more than I already was. Truthfully, I think for the most part, your sun sign is pretty acurate. I'm a typical cancer...(I know...but this page won't let me cut and paste.)
Okay...so I'm having some trouble with blogger, so I'm going to leave you with this for right now. Do you think you match your sign for the most part? If you're a Cancer and feel you don't match the "typical" parts, read this one. I haven't explored the other signs on that link, but I think for the most part people generally match the traits of their sign.
What do you use these for? Me? Dating. Dealing with people. I even used it my first year of teaching to group my students. I definitely will steer clear from any Gemini or Aquarian men to date. Been there, done that...never again. Too much conflict and neglect. I will say I usually gravitate toward water sign people (Cancers, Scorpios and Pisces) though I do have really close friends of different signs. (You didn't think I'd descriminate based upon your sun sign, didja?)
Alright...I have to go to bed. I'll leave you all of that to chew on and continue tomorrow.
*****
Laguna Beach was sad....but I'm looking forward to The Hills (L.C.'s new show!!)
Anyway. The past roomie (who ironically just started blogging and this topic came up) turned me on to the astrological way a little more than I already was. Truthfully, I think for the most part, your sun sign is pretty acurate. I'm a typical cancer...(I know...but this page won't let me cut and paste.)
Okay...so I'm having some trouble with blogger, so I'm going to leave you with this for right now. Do you think you match your sign for the most part? If you're a Cancer and feel you don't match the "typical" parts, read this one. I haven't explored the other signs on that link, but I think for the most part people generally match the traits of their sign.
What do you use these for? Me? Dating. Dealing with people. I even used it my first year of teaching to group my students. I definitely will steer clear from any Gemini or Aquarian men to date. Been there, done that...never again. Too much conflict and neglect. I will say I usually gravitate toward water sign people (Cancers, Scorpios and Pisces) though I do have really close friends of different signs. (You didn't think I'd descriminate based upon your sun sign, didja?)
Alright...I have to go to bed. I'll leave you all of that to chew on and continue tomorrow.
*****
Laguna Beach was sad....but I'm looking forward to The Hills (L.C.'s new show!!)
Friday, November 11, 2005
Another Fallen Soldier
Bet you expected a Veteran's Day posting?? Come on guys...you know me better than that.
Plans to go out after work were much needed after conferences and well...a crazy week. So a few of us head out, have some wine. I'm doing well. I have to be up by 7:30 to "get my wig busted" at 8:00. One drink an hour. Very proud of myself. Then it all went downhill.
I think it's when someone starts buying my drinks. When that happens apparently I think, well...I've only purchased 3 glasses of wine (drank 6) and well, you know my usual performance.
Me getting stupid drunk has these has to include one or more of the following things:
1. Singing in a foreign language.
2. Giving my phone number out.
3. Throwing myself at someone.
4. Puking somewhere strange.
5. Falling.
6. Waking up in strange PJ's (or never making it into my PJ's)
7. Passing out somewhere strange.
8. Catching something on fire.
9. Makin' out.
10. Thinking the things I do are "a really good idea."
Well...let's just say that no fire department needed to be called and I didn't do my impression of 99 Luft Balloons. Where do I go wrong? I don't know. It was all so good until I switched to beer. I ended up furiously flirting with a few different people (including a co-worker.) Then after all in all of my flirting, slurring, and endless talking...I left.
And that's where....Another Fallen Soldier was seen.
Me.
Falling out the front door of the bar. (Gracefully, I'm sure.)
So after I peeled myself off the sidewalk and made it home...I puked. In my backyard. (Seemed "like a good idea at the time.") And best of that...after getting my hair done this morning, the grass cutter was here. Nice.
So on this Veteran's Day. Remember this fallen soldier.
*If you want the detailed version...email me and I'll decide who's privy to the scoop! A girl's gotta have some secrets...
Plans to go out after work were much needed after conferences and well...a crazy week. So a few of us head out, have some wine. I'm doing well. I have to be up by 7:30 to "get my wig busted" at 8:00. One drink an hour. Very proud of myself. Then it all went downhill.
I think it's when someone starts buying my drinks. When that happens apparently I think, well...I've only purchased 3 glasses of wine (drank 6) and well, you know my usual performance.
Me getting stupid drunk has these has to include one or more of the following things:
1. Singing in a foreign language.
2. Giving my phone number out.
3. Throwing myself at someone.
4. Puking somewhere strange.
5. Falling.
6. Waking up in strange PJ's (or never making it into my PJ's)
7. Passing out somewhere strange.
8. Catching something on fire.
9. Makin' out.
10. Thinking the things I do are "a really good idea."
Well...let's just say that no fire department needed to be called and I didn't do my impression of 99 Luft Balloons. Where do I go wrong? I don't know. It was all so good until I switched to beer. I ended up furiously flirting with a few different people (including a co-worker.) Then after all in all of my flirting, slurring, and endless talking...I left.
And that's where....Another Fallen Soldier was seen.
Me.
Falling out the front door of the bar. (Gracefully, I'm sure.)
So after I peeled myself off the sidewalk and made it home...I puked. In my backyard. (Seemed "like a good idea at the time.") And best of that...after getting my hair done this morning, the grass cutter was here. Nice.
So on this Veteran's Day. Remember this fallen soldier.
*If you want the detailed version...email me and I'll decide who's privy to the scoop! A girl's gotta have some secrets...
Thursday, November 10, 2005
I Hear the Crickets
*Creek, creek. Creek, creek*
Cold and kinda rainy....this is a day I wish I could just stay in bed. After walking Neville, I certainly don't want to get in the shower and go to work. Good news! I'm getting a Christmas gift early. A laptop....yea! Should be getting in around Thanksgiving (as my sister has to bring it home...purchasing it in Delaware made it tax free.)
Off to Richmond this weekend to see Christy. I haven't been down there for quite a while now. I still wonder what my life would be like had a I stayed-and actually been able to get a real job - down in VA. Hmmph.
Booked my tickets to Mardi Gras this past week. Renee is coming this year. Watch out NOLA...you should see the damage we did in the DR! I'm sure there will be stories...
So many movies I want to see in the next couple of weeks. Jarhead (yes, Dan-I too would like to see neked Jake,) Rent, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire...I'm sure there are more, but I can't think.
Oh....and how about the pirates off the coast of Somalia??? WHAT? One of the guys at work told me...I seriously thought he was joshin' me. I know they had grenade launchers, but I still picture them with eye patches, hoop earrings and a shiny knife. Arrrggg!
Alright. Enough procrastinating. I guess I'll get ready for work.
Cold and kinda rainy....this is a day I wish I could just stay in bed. After walking Neville, I certainly don't want to get in the shower and go to work. Good news! I'm getting a Christmas gift early. A laptop....yea! Should be getting in around Thanksgiving (as my sister has to bring it home...purchasing it in Delaware made it tax free.)
Off to Richmond this weekend to see Christy. I haven't been down there for quite a while now. I still wonder what my life would be like had a I stayed-and actually been able to get a real job - down in VA. Hmmph.
Booked my tickets to Mardi Gras this past week. Renee is coming this year. Watch out NOLA...you should see the damage we did in the DR! I'm sure there will be stories...
So many movies I want to see in the next couple of weeks. Jarhead (yes, Dan-I too would like to see neked Jake,) Rent, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire...I'm sure there are more, but I can't think.
Oh....and how about the pirates off the coast of Somalia??? WHAT? One of the guys at work told me...I seriously thought he was joshin' me. I know they had grenade launchers, but I still picture them with eye patches, hoop earrings and a shiny knife. Arrrggg!
Alright. Enough procrastinating. I guess I'll get ready for work.
Monday, October 31, 2005
Happy Halloween! It's Scary to Hear from Me....
Oh my....I haven't blogged forever. I don't know why except that I have been extremely tired and not focused enough to sit down and reflect. Probably what is affecting the stress pain in my neck as well.
Now...where did I leave off? The usual I guess.
Status Update:
Job: 44 down...and that was the slowest part of the year. Wow! I'm amazed how fast the first 9 weeks has gone.
Coaching: 1 season down, 1 to go....that's the long one.
Living Arrangements: Do I need to comment? At least I cleaned out my closet (thoroughly) last week. Next step...getting rid of knickknack crap that I don't want anymore.
Body: Down 10 pounds. Many more to go, but I'm getting there.
Mental: A little stressed, but not too bad. Much better than last year at this time.
Emotional: A little blah. One more reason I haven't blogged. No inspiration. I'm just kinda "there" right now.
Dating: HA! Yeah right. Put that on my Christmas list.
Okay...so I'm feeling a little more inspired now. Maybe I'll write more later on tonight, but probably tomorrow. Laguna is on in 3 minutes...
Now...where did I leave off? The usual I guess.
Status Update:
Job: 44 down...and that was the slowest part of the year. Wow! I'm amazed how fast the first 9 weeks has gone.
Coaching: 1 season down, 1 to go....that's the long one.
Living Arrangements: Do I need to comment? At least I cleaned out my closet (thoroughly) last week. Next step...getting rid of knickknack crap that I don't want anymore.
Body: Down 10 pounds. Many more to go, but I'm getting there.
Mental: A little stressed, but not too bad. Much better than last year at this time.
Emotional: A little blah. One more reason I haven't blogged. No inspiration. I'm just kinda "there" right now.
Dating: HA! Yeah right. Put that on my Christmas list.
Okay...so I'm feeling a little more inspired now. Maybe I'll write more later on tonight, but probably tomorrow. Laguna is on in 3 minutes...
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Testing, Testing...
I'm still here. I just can't catch up on the exhaustion. Be back in full swing in a couple days.
Testing, Testing...
I'm still here. I just can't catch up on the exhaustion. Be back in full swing in a couple days.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Away Time
Looking forward to going away this week/weekend. I still need to get a ton of shit ready for my sub, but I think I have it under control. Coach's conferrence. It won't be a totally relaxing time away as I will be sitting in on classes to learn how to coach better, but nonetheless...it will be away. It's just what the doctor ordered (or rather my card reader.) Don't know if I'll have access (or time being that I'll be in class from 1-10 on Thursday) to the net. If I do and I'm bored, I'll blog. I'm looking forward to hobnobbing with some excellent coaches (and hopefully a few hotties as well.) The biggest thing...3 nights at the Hilton with my own king sized bed. Won't be as nice as the HeavenlyBed at the Westin, but it will be nice. 'Til Sunday....be sure to say nice things about me.
*****
I guarantee that something big will happen while I'm away and I'll miss everything. Don't do anything fun when I'm gone. I hate to miss a party.
As usual, I"m still not packed.
*****
I guarantee that something big will happen while I'm away and I'll miss everything. Don't do anything fun when I'm gone. I hate to miss a party.
As usual, I"m still not packed.
Sunday, October 09, 2005
A Way with Words
I am alive (I'm sure you all were concerned.) I've just been chasing my tail for the past 3 weeks. I feel like I'm more ahead of my work, yet I'm running out of time to notice. I definitely need a day to myself. Don't see that coming up anytime soon, however.
Went on Saturday and got a massage for $30. Pretty damn good price and it was good. Not as good as the Dominican woman that worked me over on the beach, but still pretty good. Two strange things. First...this was the first massage I've received from a man. I was a little nervous as you definitely reveal all your flaws being almost totally exposed, but I threw caution to the wind and whatever. Weird thing #1. When rolling over from stomach to back he just lifted the sheet and held it up and told me to roll over (exposing Girl's ta-tas. He was holding it so he couldn't see me, but wait...I could see him??) #2. While massaging shoulders (while on my back) he massaged lower than my shoulders, not my ta-tas...but pretty damn close! I was nervous to open my eyes and look at him and giggle. I asked my friend Katie if he did the same weird things with her. The sheet transfer/flip-yes. The "chest" massage--kinda. She didn't think he was that close. We decided that he must be gay and not care. Uh...no. Katie's boy Matt was after us and in conversation he found out otherwise. But, I do have to admit I was having impure thoughts at that point. I just hope there wasn't a strange smirk on my face. Dirty Girl...
Though it seems from my previous post I might have an admirer in the comment section. *Sigh* Anonymous. Whether it just was a reference to the Lyle Lovett song or a poetic gesture...it is much appreciated.
And for Broccoli Rabe
...I think he would earn that nickname for being a vegetarian. Kind of a c
runchy granola guy. Laid back with a ponytail. Or maybe this guy....
As you can see though, it's a hot name for a band of drag queens.
Went on Saturday and got a massage for $30. Pretty damn good price and it was good. Not as good as the Dominican woman that worked me over on the beach, but still pretty good. Two strange things. First...this was the first massage I've received from a man. I was a little nervous as you definitely reveal all your flaws being almost totally exposed, but I threw caution to the wind and whatever. Weird thing #1. When rolling over from stomach to back he just lifted the sheet and held it up and told me to roll over (exposing Girl's ta-tas. He was holding it so he couldn't see me, but wait...I could see him??) #2. While massaging shoulders (while on my back) he massaged lower than my shoulders, not my ta-tas...but pretty damn close! I was nervous to open my eyes and look at him and giggle. I asked my friend Katie if he did the same weird things with her. The sheet transfer/flip-yes. The "chest" massage--kinda. She didn't think he was that close. We decided that he must be gay and not care. Uh...no. Katie's boy Matt was after us and in conversation he found out otherwise. But, I do have to admit I was having impure thoughts at that point. I just hope there wasn't a strange smirk on my face. Dirty Girl...
Though it seems from my previous post I might have an admirer in the comment section. *Sigh* Anonymous. Whether it just was a reference to the Lyle Lovett song or a poetic gesture...it is much appreciated.
And for Broccoli Rabe
...I think he would earn that nickname for being a vegetarian. Kind of a crunchy granola guy. Laid back with a ponytail. Or maybe this guy....As you can see though, it's a hot name for a band of drag queens.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Nickname
I will try to post tonight, but I was thinking of this in the shower this morning....
Doesn't "broccoli rabe" sound like a nickname?
Doesn't "broccoli rabe" sound like a nickname?
Monday, September 26, 2005
Random Musings.
Random things to mention....
She really is not attractive at all.
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Finally got my ass back to the pool (to swim in it rather than coach above it.) I feel good, but I know I'm going to be a little sore tomorrow. I tried to the practice that I wrote for a few of my girls today. Now I know why they had that look on their faces.
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Demi and Ashton are hitched and Kenny and Renee are ditched.
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Went to see my friend Renee's baby last week. He is soooo cute. And big. At 2 months he's tipping the scales at 14 lbs. Really cute though...and pleasant. He only cranked once and that's 'cause he was hungry. Her sister Lara is due in January...(expecting another big baby, maybe??)
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My kids at school aren't as bad as last year, but they're really needy. Is it a fair trade? I don't know. It doesn't make me as frustrated (that I want to cry) but, it is really tiring. And annoying.
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Okay...Laguna is on.
She really is not attractive at all.
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Finally got my ass back to the pool (to swim in it rather than coach above it.) I feel good, but I know I'm going to be a little sore tomorrow. I tried to the practice that I wrote for a few of my girls today. Now I know why they had that look on their faces.
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Demi and Ashton are hitched and Kenny and Renee are ditched.
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Went to see my friend Renee's baby last week. He is soooo cute. And big. At 2 months he's tipping the scales at 14 lbs. Really cute though...and pleasant. He only cranked once and that's 'cause he was hungry. Her sister Lara is due in January...(expecting another big baby, maybe??)
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My kids at school aren't as bad as last year, but they're really needy. Is it a fair trade? I don't know. It doesn't make me as frustrated (that I want to cry) but, it is really tiring. And annoying.
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Okay...Laguna is on.
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Except I Have A Dog
Okay...so I've been really busy with school, swimteam and getting caught up on sleep. Went to Homecoming this weekend. It was nice. A little hot, but beautiful. Saw some people from the past, but not as many as I expected. Show ups from SigKap...my sorority daughter, Jenn Hogg. And, Nicole Brkich (with her really adorable daughter.) Others were Amber (Nicole's sister and Survivor winner) some AlphaSig brothers (Alaska Dave, Collnis Fobbjong, Nate Williams and Buttercup) and well...I can't really remember anyone else. I've come to the conclusion that the people I look forward to seeing from college are the people I see anyway. I guess I'm kinda fortunate that I do get to see them more often than a random homecoming. Even though the far away ones aren't as often, it's more often than homecoming here and there. Hi Dan. Hi Em. Hi Christy. Hi Ryan. Hi Jen. Hi Everyone else who is far away.
I'm stealing the rest of this from Jay's Blog. I'll try to post more this week...I just have to get a little more organized and a little more sleep.
The below is from a personality test from www.TheNerve.com I didn't take it on there, but have taken many, many before. I commented on Jay's about being an ENFP and he posted the results of an ENFP (Extroverted, Intuitive, Feeling, Perceiving.)
To continue on with Jay's discussion... is this the reason of my dating schema of life? Can this be a useful dating tool?
"The Social Philosopher"
ENFP General
You believe life is abundant, love is plentiful, and creativity is always within your grasp. If God combined the bouncing energy of a cocker spaniel with the enthusiasm of a couple on their honeymoon, God would still be only halfway to duplicating your insatiable zest for life.
ENFP when in love
“Puppy love” is a good term for describing your take on romance: fun, frisky, playful, cuddly, and young at heart. No matter what your age or how many times your heart has been broken, you are an eternal optimist when it comes to love. You are not someone who proceeds cautiously when you meet someone you find attractive. You are likely to fall passionately in love-or at least lust- quickly, spontaneously, and with total abandon. Holding something back for later is a concept you can’t quite grasp, especially when it comes to the joy of creating a new and exciting relationship. Yes, COMMITMENT can scare you. That one word may explain why you are still single at thirty, forty, fifty, or beyond. But you love, absolutely love, the concept of intimacy, sharing, and relationships. If only you could find that special one, you would be set for life.
ENFP where to meet
Where can you meet a Social Philosopher? Social Philosophers enjoy stimulating conversation and interesting people, and, like the Idealistic Philosopher and Mystic Writer, favor activities that revolve around psychology, philosophy, the arts, and helping others. Unlike Idealistic Philosophers and Mystic Writers, Social Philosophers seize every opportunity for social contact. They love the spotlight and are known to be excellent teachers and public speakers. Social Philosophers also routinely attend art gallery openings, wine tastings, fund-raisers, concerts, lectures, and plays. They may also be members of The Single Gourmet-a dining club for singles with sophisticated tastes.
Except I have a dog...
I'm stealing the rest of this from Jay's Blog. I'll try to post more this week...I just have to get a little more organized and a little more sleep.
The below is from a personality test from www.TheNerve.com I didn't take it on there, but have taken many, many before. I commented on Jay's about being an ENFP and he posted the results of an ENFP (Extroverted, Intuitive, Feeling, Perceiving.)
To continue on with Jay's discussion... is this the reason of my dating schema of life? Can this be a useful dating tool?
"The Social Philosopher"
ENFP General
You believe life is abundant, love is plentiful, and creativity is always within your grasp. If God combined the bouncing energy of a cocker spaniel with the enthusiasm of a couple on their honeymoon, God would still be only halfway to duplicating your insatiable zest for life.
ENFP when in love
“Puppy love” is a good term for describing your take on romance: fun, frisky, playful, cuddly, and young at heart. No matter what your age or how many times your heart has been broken, you are an eternal optimist when it comes to love. You are not someone who proceeds cautiously when you meet someone you find attractive. You are likely to fall passionately in love-or at least lust- quickly, spontaneously, and with total abandon. Holding something back for later is a concept you can’t quite grasp, especially when it comes to the joy of creating a new and exciting relationship. Yes, COMMITMENT can scare you. That one word may explain why you are still single at thirty, forty, fifty, or beyond. But you love, absolutely love, the concept of intimacy, sharing, and relationships. If only you could find that special one, you would be set for life.
ENFP where to meet
Where can you meet a Social Philosopher? Social Philosophers enjoy stimulating conversation and interesting people, and, like the Idealistic Philosopher and Mystic Writer, favor activities that revolve around psychology, philosophy, the arts, and helping others. Unlike Idealistic Philosophers and Mystic Writers, Social Philosophers seize every opportunity for social contact. They love the spotlight and are known to be excellent teachers and public speakers. Social Philosophers also routinely attend art gallery openings, wine tastings, fund-raisers, concerts, lectures, and plays. They may also be members of The Single Gourmet-a dining club for singles with sophisticated tastes.
Not sure I'm that crazy about that last statement . Kinda screams "Spinnster the Cat-Woman."
Except I have a dog.
********UPDATE************
I just took the personality test on Nerve. According to this, I've changed a little bit. I'm now an ESFJ (Extroverted Sensing Feeling Judger) which to me seems sorta like synonyms to ENFP. However...here is the results of this one. (Now I know I'm going to be all over the net looking for personality tests.)
ESFJ general
On those stressful days, we can thank God for that most wonderful of creatures – the one who nurtures and helps us unwind – the Dutiful Host. You are the gracious one, the master of ceremonies who delights in serving others and making sure they are well fed and well cared for. When it comes to hosting any social occasion – a birthday party, an anniversary celebration, or a bar mitzvah – you can barely contain your excitement. As soon as the date for such an event is announced, your mind is already going a hundred miles a minute – planning, organizing, and thinking about how much fun you and your guests are going to have.
ESFJ when in love
As a master host, one of your fondest dreams is making your wedding a smashing success: a cornucopia of people, food, music, and laughter – a lasting testament to your lifelong partnership. Before you get to the wedding stage, you will probably experience a rousing and sometimes conflict-ridden relationship with your beloved. You are the type of person who is not shy about expressing your emotions in a relationship. Whether you are singing the praises of love or barking out resentments and criticisms, rest assured, your partner will know you are there.
ESFJ where to meet
The Dutiful Host is a natural at taking care of others. You will usually find them working as schoolteachers, nurses, receptionists, as well as hosts and hostesses in restaurants, nightclubs, and other locales. An excellent way to become acquainted with a Dutiful Host is to work or volunteer at the sites where they are helping others: hospitals, schools, mental health clinics, and churches. You can also meet Dutiful Hosts wherever fine food, drink, and people are present: restaurants, wine-tasting clubs, rotating singles dinner parties, cooking classes, bar mitzvahs, and weddings.
Except I have a dog...
Monday, September 19, 2005
Fly Paper
I should be in bed at this point, but after checking my phone...I had to write this now.
Fly paper...catches flies. But, you always end up with a mosquito.
I decided to go out in town this weekend. One-to meet up with my friend Angie who was in town. And, two-the golf tournament was this weekend and it usually brings a crowd out at the bars. (I know, I know...why are you still trying to meet people in bars? I'm not...I just decided to go out and socialize.) And I did meet someone. Many people. Between two...which one do you think is the crazy one?
38 year old man who buys and sells golf courses related to (semi) famous baseball player
or
25 year old, tattooed horror film make-up artist/artist with this web site?
If you picked choice #2...you'd be dead wrong (no pun intended.) Jay, you'll probably like this site...good art work.
It just shows....you can't judge a book by it's cover.
As I'm out I'm introduced to golf guy I think...eh, he's alright. A little old and not really my type, but I'm not looking to take anyone home. (And he's buying me drinks...so I'll keep talking, right?) I introduce myself to "old guy" next to me and tattoo guy sitting next to him because tattoo guy is wearing a cool bracelet. In conversation I find out where golf guy lives and in his constant name dropping conversation mentions a name of a family. While talking to old guy, he mentions the same family. I tell old guy to talk to golf guy because he lives near this family and b-line to the bathroom. As I come back, golf guy corners me in the hallway...
"Don't tell anyone where I live, okay?!"
"Whoa, buddy...take it easy. Whatever?" and I walk away. I go back into the bar and tell Angie I've just been chastised by golf guy for mentioning where he lives. Hello?? Not like we live in NYC where there are millions of people? Someone probably knows where you live. Anyway...golf guy comes back in and apolgizes for saying that to me, but apparently his parents catch a lot of crap for their (semi) famous other son. I tell him "sorry" but no need to chastise me and if he has a problem with that, DON'T give out your address and/or if you do, don't be so fucking vague and tell that person to keep it under wraps. (It's not like he's Brad Pitt's brother...Christ!) Anyway...I'm annoyed and talk to tattoo guy and b-s the rest of the night with golf guy becoming annoyed that I'm talking to other people. (hello, psycho?) Golf guy continues to try to impress me with name dropping, talking about how much money he makes and referencing (semi) famous brother. So I tell him that "I'm not impressed by how much you make-I have my own money (ha...kinda.) Are you bitter about your brother because you seem to be harbouring a bit of animosity towards him? and Does he still even play? *cough* washed up *cough*
He mills back and forth from the bar. Angie leaves. I'm left with the bartender leaning over telling me that "that guy is weird!" and "Don't leave by yourself. We'll have someone walk you out." Great...now I've managed to pick up jobless people, losers, assholes...but this is the first for a psycho. So tattoo guy offers to walk me out by giving me disclaimer that "I'm not some crazy guy, okay?" Somehow...I believe him. So tattoo guy walks me out and as we turn around we see golf guy peering across the other parking lot across the street. I hop in tattoo guy's car and he drives me to mine. Thanks tattoo guy...I owe ya one.
Now....this is my fault. Prior to all the psychoness, I gave golf guy my phone number. (I know, I know...but I'm trying to get back into dating, people!) Though I did give him my famous disclaimer of "I may not answer. No, I don't want your number because I don't call people. If I don't feel like talking to you tomorrow, I simply won't answer. I'm fickle and that's how it is." So golf guy calls...this morning...at 9:00. Um, hello? Don't you know the 3-day rule? Every other asshole does! (psycho tendency #2)
He then leaves a message....long message. Too long for even my best friend to leave. "This is "golf guy" a friend of blah, blah. We met last night. I'm a little concerned because you did a little disappearing act on me (get the hint Crazy) and I'm just hoping you're okay."
You would think he'd stop there....You'd think.
"I'm hoping you got home okay. This is "golf guy." "Golf guy" (psycho tendency #3 repeating name) Give me a call at 888-888-8888. That's 888-888-8888. (repeater) I'm really concerned.
You would think he'd stop maybe here...You'd think.
"I'm on my way to get some more CASH out. (Oh - no - he - di'nt) Then I'm heading to the coffee shop to get some iced tea because I don't drink coffee, ya know. Then I'm heading up to the golf tournament on this beautiful Sunday. Please give me a call. I look forward to hearing from you. PLEASE call me. PLEASE."
What the fuck? Are you kidding me? So I saved the message (to let all my friends listen.) And, I saved his number and labeled it "Crazy" so I would know if he called again. And he did. Tonight at 10:12 to be exact. Then I get a text from Angie. "That guy...calling (her friend blah, blah.) I'll explain tomorrow." Jesus. Aren't there any normal people out there? I think I'm going back to my boxed wine, SATC DVDs and pj pants.
Like I said...you can catch a lot of flies with fly paper, but you always end up with a mosquito on there as well.
Fly paper...catches flies. But, you always end up with a mosquito.
I decided to go out in town this weekend. One-to meet up with my friend Angie who was in town. And, two-the golf tournament was this weekend and it usually brings a crowd out at the bars. (I know, I know...why are you still trying to meet people in bars? I'm not...I just decided to go out and socialize.) And I did meet someone. Many people. Between two...which one do you think is the crazy one?
38 year old man who buys and sells golf courses related to (semi) famous baseball player
or
25 year old, tattooed horror film make-up artist/artist with this web site?
If you picked choice #2...you'd be dead wrong (no pun intended.) Jay, you'll probably like this site...good art work.
It just shows....you can't judge a book by it's cover.
As I'm out I'm introduced to golf guy I think...eh, he's alright. A little old and not really my type, but I'm not looking to take anyone home. (And he's buying me drinks...so I'll keep talking, right?) I introduce myself to "old guy" next to me and tattoo guy sitting next to him because tattoo guy is wearing a cool bracelet. In conversation I find out where golf guy lives and in his constant name dropping conversation mentions a name of a family. While talking to old guy, he mentions the same family. I tell old guy to talk to golf guy because he lives near this family and b-line to the bathroom. As I come back, golf guy corners me in the hallway...
"Don't tell anyone where I live, okay?!"
"Whoa, buddy...take it easy. Whatever?" and I walk away. I go back into the bar and tell Angie I've just been chastised by golf guy for mentioning where he lives. Hello?? Not like we live in NYC where there are millions of people? Someone probably knows where you live. Anyway...golf guy comes back in and apolgizes for saying that to me, but apparently his parents catch a lot of crap for their (semi) famous other son. I tell him "sorry" but no need to chastise me and if he has a problem with that, DON'T give out your address and/or if you do, don't be so fucking vague and tell that person to keep it under wraps. (It's not like he's Brad Pitt's brother...Christ!) Anyway...I'm annoyed and talk to tattoo guy and b-s the rest of the night with golf guy becoming annoyed that I'm talking to other people. (hello, psycho?) Golf guy continues to try to impress me with name dropping, talking about how much money he makes and referencing (semi) famous brother. So I tell him that "I'm not impressed by how much you make-I have my own money (ha...kinda.) Are you bitter about your brother because you seem to be harbouring a bit of animosity towards him? and Does he still even play? *cough* washed up *cough*
He mills back and forth from the bar. Angie leaves. I'm left with the bartender leaning over telling me that "that guy is weird!" and "Don't leave by yourself. We'll have someone walk you out." Great...now I've managed to pick up jobless people, losers, assholes...but this is the first for a psycho. So tattoo guy offers to walk me out by giving me disclaimer that "I'm not some crazy guy, okay?" Somehow...I believe him. So tattoo guy walks me out and as we turn around we see golf guy peering across the other parking lot across the street. I hop in tattoo guy's car and he drives me to mine. Thanks tattoo guy...I owe ya one.
Now....this is my fault. Prior to all the psychoness, I gave golf guy my phone number. (I know, I know...but I'm trying to get back into dating, people!) Though I did give him my famous disclaimer of "I may not answer. No, I don't want your number because I don't call people. If I don't feel like talking to you tomorrow, I simply won't answer. I'm fickle and that's how it is." So golf guy calls...this morning...at 9:00. Um, hello? Don't you know the 3-day rule? Every other asshole does! (psycho tendency #2)
He then leaves a message....long message. Too long for even my best friend to leave. "This is "golf guy" a friend of blah, blah. We met last night. I'm a little concerned because you did a little disappearing act on me (get the hint Crazy) and I'm just hoping you're okay."
You would think he'd stop there....You'd think.
"I'm hoping you got home okay. This is "golf guy." "Golf guy" (psycho tendency #3 repeating name) Give me a call at 888-888-8888. That's 888-888-8888. (repeater) I'm really concerned.
You would think he'd stop maybe here...You'd think.
"I'm on my way to get some more CASH out. (Oh - no - he - di'nt) Then I'm heading to the coffee shop to get some iced tea because I don't drink coffee, ya know. Then I'm heading up to the golf tournament on this beautiful Sunday. Please give me a call. I look forward to hearing from you. PLEASE call me. PLEASE."
What the fuck? Are you kidding me? So I saved the message (to let all my friends listen.) And, I saved his number and labeled it "Crazy" so I would know if he called again. And he did. Tonight at 10:12 to be exact. Then I get a text from Angie. "That guy...calling (her friend blah, blah.) I'll explain tomorrow." Jesus. Aren't there any normal people out there? I think I'm going back to my boxed wine, SATC DVDs and pj pants.
Like I said...you can catch a lot of flies with fly paper, but you always end up with a mosquito on there as well.
Friday, September 16, 2005
I (Heart) Fridays.
Can I tell you how happy I am that it's Friday? Teacher In-Service day (no kids.) Casual clothes (though I wore jeans yesterday, too because it was the last day of the week with kids. heh heh.) Visiting with Emily. No alarm in the morning. Well, except Neville when he has to go out...but I can go back to sleep after that. Yippee!! (I'm holding on to Saturday mornings until mid-November when swimteam practice will begin.)
May even head up to the golf tournament this weekend.
Have a good weekend!!!
May even head up to the golf tournament this weekend.
Have a good weekend!!!
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
So Tired...
So swim team practice after school is totally kicking my ass. Mainly it's because I'm standing on my feet for another 2 hours in a room that's about 95 degrees with 110% humidity. Add that to standing on my feet from 8:15-3:30 in my room. Plus, fighting this cold isn't helping either. This is where I think teacher's attire should change from business casual to a "gym teacher" type uniform. How I would give to wear a cute pair of gym pants, t-shirt and hoody with tennis shoes. Tomorrow will be worse because after practice, I'll have to change back to teacher clothes for "Meet the Teacher" night. How many parents will show up this year? Who knows. Last year I had FOUR parents out of 24. We'll have to take bets in the hallway again. Wait, didn't I say I wouldn't talk about work?
Emily is in Pittsburgh and we'll be meeting up with her on the Southside this weekend. Good times. Joining us in the Burgh will be her boyfriend, Sunny and I'm assuming her sisters, too. Oh party with the Klein girls. An adventure as always. Hopefully more juicy stories. I'm gonna bring my camera. Speaking of cameras....I'm looking to buy a digital (instead of borrowing my dad's.) Can anyone suggest a decent one? Not sure what I want to spend....I'm thinking somewhere between 200 and 300??
I'm excited for some movies to come out. In Her Shoes is coming out and I've read that book. Also Shopgirl. Shopgirl wasn't a great book, but for once....I've read these books BEFORE the movie has come out. I'm usually reading books after the movie comes out. Though, sometimes I prefer it that way. Lazy character picture. I like to have some idea what they look and sound like without deciding on my own. I know, pathetic. But, I don't mind.
And speaking of reading...I'm off to read some Spanish (Estoy apagado leer algún Español) and reread Harry Potter 4.
adiós y buenas noches
Emily is in Pittsburgh and we'll be meeting up with her on the Southside this weekend. Good times. Joining us in the Burgh will be her boyfriend, Sunny and I'm assuming her sisters, too. Oh party with the Klein girls. An adventure as always. Hopefully more juicy stories. I'm gonna bring my camera. Speaking of cameras....I'm looking to buy a digital (instead of borrowing my dad's.) Can anyone suggest a decent one? Not sure what I want to spend....I'm thinking somewhere between 200 and 300??
I'm excited for some movies to come out. In Her Shoes is coming out and I've read that book. Also Shopgirl. Shopgirl wasn't a great book, but for once....I've read these books BEFORE the movie has come out. I'm usually reading books after the movie comes out. Though, sometimes I prefer it that way. Lazy character picture. I like to have some idea what they look and sound like without deciding on my own. I know, pathetic. But, I don't mind.
And speaking of reading...I'm off to read some Spanish (Estoy apagado leer algún Español) and reread Harry Potter 4.
adiós y buenas noches
Monday, September 12, 2005
So I'm Back...From Outer Space!
Updates...updates...okay, okay. I'm back.
I've been sooooo busy. I've begun coaching swim team so I don't get home until about 5:30 now. I know, normal people work that late, but I don't. I'm a teacher for a reason. Plus, I now go into school at 7...so that makes for a long day. I will say I'm pretty far ahead on my copies and plans so that's a good thing. Enough about work...back to the good stuff. Me, right?
The weekdays are pretty uneventful for me now. I'm trying to stick to going out one day a week (Saturdays) in order to save money and with practice on Fridays and soon to be Saturday mornings, I don't feel like going out.
Saturday Renee threw a bachelorette party for a highschool friend and offered to me to tag along. Sure. Why not? Brides usually attract the men. Well, the bride never even made it out. She puked and passed out in the hotel room. In good spirit Renee grabbed the veil with the devil ears attached to it, slapped it on her head and we headed out. Now...I'm usually the one that makes fun of the people who wear those goofy veils, but because Renee isn't getting married, it was pretty fun. "Congratulations!!" people yelled as Renee turned around to yell back, "thanks!!" Ha! Good times. Her justification- "I probably won't get to wear a real veil, so I may as well pose with one for the night!" I think you'll wear a real one Renee. I just hope it's not the funeral one like I'll be wearing. We hit the Southside by storm and had a blast. And got blasted. Also...the weekend before when I was out in Uniontown, I actually saw two good looking guys. Then out that night in Pittsburgh...I saw them again! So in my drunken bravery I said to the one, "Hey. I know you. Well, not really but I saw you out last weekend. In Uniontown." (Smooth one, Girl.) So I asked where the one was from...BelleVernon. Yeah. I knew it. Couldn't have been from Uniontown. So he waved on the way out. That's my lame attempt to pick up a guy.
I caught a crappy cold this week, too. I usually make it to Halloween, but I'm hoping this will be the last until maybe January.
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Other updates. I can't believe how many dumb things I've read that our gov't has done. I'm sure you've read all of the stuff, too. If not, check out the links on Jay's blog.
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Goals before the end of the year....
1. Get skinny (isn't that everyone's?)
2. Save half of my vacation money for next summer.
3. Go on a date.
4. Be able to speak more Spanish....and send an email to Javi in Spanish. Trabajo en lo!
5. Have really awesome New Year's plans.
Okay...I'm off to make dinner. Maybe I'll think of something else to blog tonight.
I've been sooooo busy. I've begun coaching swim team so I don't get home until about 5:30 now. I know, normal people work that late, but I don't. I'm a teacher for a reason. Plus, I now go into school at 7...so that makes for a long day. I will say I'm pretty far ahead on my copies and plans so that's a good thing. Enough about work...back to the good stuff. Me, right?
The weekdays are pretty uneventful for me now. I'm trying to stick to going out one day a week (Saturdays) in order to save money and with practice on Fridays and soon to be Saturday mornings, I don't feel like going out.
Saturday Renee threw a bachelorette party for a highschool friend and offered to me to tag along. Sure. Why not? Brides usually attract the men. Well, the bride never even made it out. She puked and passed out in the hotel room. In good spirit Renee grabbed the veil with the devil ears attached to it, slapped it on her head and we headed out. Now...I'm usually the one that makes fun of the people who wear those goofy veils, but because Renee isn't getting married, it was pretty fun. "Congratulations!!" people yelled as Renee turned around to yell back, "thanks!!" Ha! Good times. Her justification- "I probably won't get to wear a real veil, so I may as well pose with one for the night!" I think you'll wear a real one Renee. I just hope it's not the funeral one like I'll be wearing. We hit the Southside by storm and had a blast. And got blasted. Also...the weekend before when I was out in Uniontown, I actually saw two good looking guys. Then out that night in Pittsburgh...I saw them again! So in my drunken bravery I said to the one, "Hey. I know you. Well, not really but I saw you out last weekend. In Uniontown." (Smooth one, Girl.) So I asked where the one was from...BelleVernon. Yeah. I knew it. Couldn't have been from Uniontown. So he waved on the way out. That's my lame attempt to pick up a guy.
I caught a crappy cold this week, too. I usually make it to Halloween, but I'm hoping this will be the last until maybe January.
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Other updates. I can't believe how many dumb things I've read that our gov't has done. I'm sure you've read all of the stuff, too. If not, check out the links on Jay's blog.
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Goals before the end of the year....
1. Get skinny (isn't that everyone's?)
2. Save half of my vacation money for next summer.
3. Go on a date.
4. Be able to speak more Spanish....and send an email to Javi in Spanish. Trabajo en lo!
5. Have really awesome New Year's plans.
Okay...I'm off to make dinner. Maybe I'll think of something else to blog tonight.
Monday, September 05, 2005
I Need Some Drama From Yo Mama.
Why can't life be like it is on Laguna Beach? Cute guys, excellent fashion and drama. I can't even get a life full of drama these days. I guess I am out of highschool.
Renee and I went out last night with good intent on meeting guys and a lame result. We instead amused ourselves by playing "Who would you take home if you absolutely had to?" and then "Pick the ugliest guy out of the bar and take him home" games. And, of course giving nicknames to everyone there. First off...where are the people our age? (Sorry Renee...I'm grouping you into the 29 year-old right now.) It's not even that we're that much older it's that everyone out in a bar is just 21 or 22. You say, "well maybe you shouldn't be searching in a bar." You're right. But, hey. It was Labor Day weekend and we were taking a chance to see who was out. Where do people in our age group go then? I was out on Friday, Saturday and Sunday (a rare thing for me as I usually stay in with friends) and I swear the average age was 24-only because the girls I was with brought that average up a bit.
What did we end up with on Sunday?? Two lame-ass Army kids on a 4 day leave and one...was wearing...Army issued glasses. Are you kidding me? You mean to tell me you don't own another pair of glasses? I know that Army people have to wear them when they're on the base or whatever, but shit...get a different pair when you go out! And all these guys talked about was how expensive it was to go out and how much they didn't get paid. Um, buddy...the beers at the bar were $1!!! Yes folks...it was a classy place. So Renee and I decided that we miss Punta Cana and men who don't speak English. Looking to go back for 2 weeks next year if Spain doesn't work out.
Other than that school is in full effect. Not too much exciting on that end. I'm actually going to make a point to not discuss work after work hours any more. It ends up consuming me.
Okay...off to read my Spanish book.
Renee and I went out last night with good intent on meeting guys and a lame result. We instead amused ourselves by playing "Who would you take home if you absolutely had to?" and then "Pick the ugliest guy out of the bar and take him home" games. And, of course giving nicknames to everyone there. First off...where are the people our age? (Sorry Renee...I'm grouping you into the 29 year-old right now.) It's not even that we're that much older it's that everyone out in a bar is just 21 or 22. You say, "well maybe you shouldn't be searching in a bar." You're right. But, hey. It was Labor Day weekend and we were taking a chance to see who was out. Where do people in our age group go then? I was out on Friday, Saturday and Sunday (a rare thing for me as I usually stay in with friends) and I swear the average age was 24-only because the girls I was with brought that average up a bit.
What did we end up with on Sunday?? Two lame-ass Army kids on a 4 day leave and one...was wearing...Army issued glasses. Are you kidding me? You mean to tell me you don't own another pair of glasses? I know that Army people have to wear them when they're on the base or whatever, but shit...get a different pair when you go out! And all these guys talked about was how expensive it was to go out and how much they didn't get paid. Um, buddy...the beers at the bar were $1!!! Yes folks...it was a classy place. So Renee and I decided that we miss Punta Cana and men who don't speak English. Looking to go back for 2 weeks next year if Spain doesn't work out.
Other than that school is in full effect. Not too much exciting on that end. I'm actually going to make a point to not discuss work after work hours any more. It ends up consuming me.
Okay...off to read my Spanish book.
Saturday, September 03, 2005
Umm...
Talked to Emily...she's doing fine, but future is uncertain. Keep her in your thoughts. We can't let our best NOLA girl down, can we?
Here is the link to the Ray Nagin (currently my favorite politician and all around American citizen) radio interview script. Apparently the girl who writes this blog and I have the same taste in men as she mentions below the interview "Ray Nagin for President" and my favorite news hottie...Anderson Cooper. Mmmmm....
Not much to offer today. I'll be back to my normal self tomorrow. I've updated the LINKS section and you can start to view the Punta Cana pics. I haven't tagged any of them, so use your imagination.
Here is the link to the Ray Nagin (currently my favorite politician and all around American citizen) radio interview script. Apparently the girl who writes this blog and I have the same taste in men as she mentions below the interview "Ray Nagin for President" and my favorite news hottie...Anderson Cooper. Mmmmm....
Not much to offer today. I'll be back to my normal self tomorrow. I've updated the LINKS section and you can start to view the Punta Cana pics. I haven't tagged any of them, so use your imagination.
Friday, September 02, 2005
Where Did My Favorite City Go?
So I'm awestruck by Hurricane Katrina. I'm completely consumed by the news channels and interviews and I have one (well, probably more than one) thing to say...
Ray Nagin for President.
If you haven't heard the radio interview that he did (they're airing it on CNN,) listen to it. I feel like Michael Moore right now (and I don't like him at all because I think he's a pompous ass) but, "Shame on you Mr. Bush. Shame on you." There are people dying by the hour, by the minute down there and all you can do is fly over on Airforce One? I'm sure if there was a huge abortion party or a mass of gay people trying to run for Senate (or Christ even work in WholeFoods) you probably would have A-bombed the place. Good job, Dubya. Good job. This would have been the perfect opportunity to for you to become "the People's President" and you've done fucked it up real good. I don't even think Clinton would have been getting a blow from one of his interns in this mess. (Can you tell I only read the tabloids about politics?)
On a somewhat lighter note, Emily fortunately evacuated on Saturday. However, I don't know the condition of her apartment, her boyfriend's house and family's residences and whatever else. I do know she's out of a job being a school teacher. Though she's gone on to say, "at least we're alive...it could have been worse." That's the best thing about Emily. In the shittiest of events, she's always in good spirits. I'll update you more on her and what she knows of New Orleans as soon as I can get through the phone lines. Plus side to her evacuation?? She's coming to Pittsburgh so I'll get to visit with her.
Okay...I have to get on to school. Update on that? I don't want to jinx myself, but it's a hell of a lot better than last year. My kids are well behaved (for the most part) and they are much further ahead academically than last year. Today is Day 5. 175 to go. Yep...still counting.
Ray Nagin for President.
If you haven't heard the radio interview that he did (they're airing it on CNN,) listen to it. I feel like Michael Moore right now (and I don't like him at all because I think he's a pompous ass) but, "Shame on you Mr. Bush. Shame on you." There are people dying by the hour, by the minute down there and all you can do is fly over on Airforce One? I'm sure if there was a huge abortion party or a mass of gay people trying to run for Senate (or Christ even work in WholeFoods) you probably would have A-bombed the place. Good job, Dubya. Good job. This would have been the perfect opportunity to for you to become "the People's President" and you've done fucked it up real good. I don't even think Clinton would have been getting a blow from one of his interns in this mess. (Can you tell I only read the tabloids about politics?)
On a somewhat lighter note, Emily fortunately evacuated on Saturday. However, I don't know the condition of her apartment, her boyfriend's house and family's residences and whatever else. I do know she's out of a job being a school teacher. Though she's gone on to say, "at least we're alive...it could have been worse." That's the best thing about Emily. In the shittiest of events, she's always in good spirits. I'll update you more on her and what she knows of New Orleans as soon as I can get through the phone lines. Plus side to her evacuation?? She's coming to Pittsburgh so I'll get to visit with her.
Okay...I have to get on to school. Update on that? I don't want to jinx myself, but it's a hell of a lot better than last year. My kids are well behaved (for the most part) and they are much further ahead academically than last year. Today is Day 5. 175 to go. Yep...still counting.
Sunday, August 28, 2005
Same Bitch, Different Day.
Tomorrow is the first day of school. I still get a little nervous, but unfortunately this year I'm not that excited. (Yes, I'm bitching again.) I just really thought I'd be somewhere else this year. I'm not excited to meet my new kids. That's pretty bad for a teacher to say. Good things this year...I like the people I work with in my hallway...well, really all through the school. We have a pretty awesome staff as far as teaching, but more than that...they're fun. It definitely helps the day go by. 180 school days to go. 183 work days. Yes folks. I'm counting.
I was very excited to have more personal days this year as I use them to travel. However, I may not be heading to Mardi Gras this year. Can you believe the hurricane? I've been pretty glued to the TV all day and I hope that I'm home from school before it hits as I'll be glued to the TV tomorrow to watch it. Emily evacuated yesterday only to save her clothes, pictures and precious puppy. Can you even imagine what it's going to be like to go back there? When? To what? Very scary...and very sad. Possessions can be replaced, but I'm sure it still is depressing.
Other than this...I don't have much to offer today. I'm still nursing a hangover and I'm promising to get out of party mode ASAP. (Though the school year is tough as a glass of wine at night sometimes is all that helps.)
Oh world let something fantastic happen so that I cannot be totally depressed in my job...
I was very excited to have more personal days this year as I use them to travel. However, I may not be heading to Mardi Gras this year. Can you believe the hurricane? I've been pretty glued to the TV all day and I hope that I'm home from school before it hits as I'll be glued to the TV tomorrow to watch it. Emily evacuated yesterday only to save her clothes, pictures and precious puppy. Can you even imagine what it's going to be like to go back there? When? To what? Very scary...and very sad. Possessions can be replaced, but I'm sure it still is depressing.
Other than this...I don't have much to offer today. I'm still nursing a hangover and I'm promising to get out of party mode ASAP. (Though the school year is tough as a glass of wine at night sometimes is all that helps.)
Oh world let something fantastic happen so that I cannot be totally depressed in my job...
Thursday, August 25, 2005
You Don't Have to Go Home, But You Can't Stay Here
Oh nooo....it's over. Summer vacation is over.
Tomorrow is the first day back to work (officially because I've been putting my room together since Tuesday.)
Same shit. Different year. I'm kinda excited about that part because finally...
It's nice to not be new.
I've had so many "new" experiences over the past 3 years that finally in one area, I'm not new. I've been in new buildings, new rooms, new grades, etc with career.
I've met new friends, dated new people and got a new dog.
I've visited new places, done new things, experienced new feelings.
I'm sure a bunch of other new stuff I can't think of right now.
But...for my career...it's kinda nice to not be new.
My plans this year are to kinda fly low on the radar screen. Once again (because no one likes to stay in my building) there are a bunch of new people. I'm glad the spotlight is off, magnifying glass is (somewhat) broken and I can relax a little more. Though as much as I like not being new, I was kinda hoping I was new. In a new town. New school. New living place. But, as you can see I've grown from my last bitch posts and I'm looking to the positive.
Should I start the countdown? 184 days to go 'til summer vacation. Yes folks...you can ask any teacher in the book and though they may not say it outloud, we live for June, July and August--and of course those occasional snow days and most especially the beloved 2-hour delay. (A reason it pays to teach in the North.)
Now I just have to get off partymode that hasn't stopped since my Holiday (yes, Renee I'm adopting that word, too!!) And...get my sleep schedule back.
One perk to my job this year....free gym membership for being a head coach. Jackpot because mine just ran out.
I'm so proud of myself for forcing the blog every night now. If I start to slack, please feel free to harrass me.
Tomorrow is the first day back to work (officially because I've been putting my room together since Tuesday.)
Same shit. Different year. I'm kinda excited about that part because finally...
It's nice to not be new.
I've had so many "new" experiences over the past 3 years that finally in one area, I'm not new. I've been in new buildings, new rooms, new grades, etc with career.
I've met new friends, dated new people and got a new dog.
I've visited new places, done new things, experienced new feelings.
I'm sure a bunch of other new stuff I can't think of right now.
But...for my career...it's kinda nice to not be new.
My plans this year are to kinda fly low on the radar screen. Once again (because no one likes to stay in my building) there are a bunch of new people. I'm glad the spotlight is off, magnifying glass is (somewhat) broken and I can relax a little more. Though as much as I like not being new, I was kinda hoping I was new. In a new town. New school. New living place. But, as you can see I've grown from my last bitch posts and I'm looking to the positive.
Should I start the countdown? 184 days to go 'til summer vacation. Yes folks...you can ask any teacher in the book and though they may not say it outloud, we live for June, July and August--and of course those occasional snow days and most especially the beloved 2-hour delay. (A reason it pays to teach in the North.)
Now I just have to get off partymode that hasn't stopped since my Holiday (yes, Renee I'm adopting that word, too!!) And...get my sleep schedule back.
One perk to my job this year....free gym membership for being a head coach. Jackpot because mine just ran out.
I'm so proud of myself for forcing the blog every night now. If I start to slack, please feel free to harrass me.
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