Very Funny In a Weird Way..

I received this email from my sister this morning with this link.

"Very funny in a weird way"

My Spaces and The Things Going On Around Them

Mini-Updates

Home:
Neville and I stayed at our new house last night. We walked this morning. Being that he's sleeping like a rock right now, he got as much sleep as I did. I believe I was up at 1:30, 3:30, 5:00 and then finally 5:45. Hmmph. I suppose he'll get used to it. I really don't see how he doesn't love my ultra plush, pillow top mattress. It's sooooo comfy!

Health:
Went to the doctor today. On the was down I listened to a new CD I bought. The Essential Michael Jackson. I highly recommend it. I was cracking up as I was driving in my mom's convertible (she's out of town so I get to play) and jamming to Rock With You. I know he's a freak, but you can't knock the music.
Also at the doctor I was asked if I was using "protection." I answered "no" and then suddenly felt irresponsible. So I had a Bridget Jones' moment where I fumbled over my words and in an elevated tone blurted, "Well...d-don't need anything at this point in my life!" It was all not to have an elbow to the ribs to the nurse and a "hardy-har" come out. I definitely needed a British accent, too. *I'm not irresponsible, I'm just a lame-ass, singleton.

Social:
On the way home I stopped at Sheetz to get something to drink. I never drink or eat anything before the doctor as the scale looms. (Turns out I'm 9 pounds thinnner than last year!) Anyway...as I was on my way to my car some old bitch was pulling into a parking space. Now I had seen her already attempt to pull in once. I wasn't going to wait around to watch her park when I could easily hop in my car and pull away and leave my space empty (because the other three empty spaces on the other side of her were making it difficult for her to pull her VAN in the spot. Now. Those of you familiar with Sheetz -and I'm sure other convenience stores- note that there's a sign that says "NO VANS OR TRUCKS. CARS ONLY." Apparently the BlueBlocker didn't see the sign. She did manage to rasp at me through the glass because I walked into her space (the she wasn't even remotely pulled into yet) and mouth out some old people words obscenity style. What did I do? I stared the bitch down. I was ready to snap right back at her crotchety ass. Especially reminding her that the sign says "NO VANS OR TRUCKS. CARS ONLY." But...I think the stare scared her. Or, at least I'd like to think so. I know...lame to want to fight with an old woman, but the other day another one parked in TWO spaces and left me without a spot. Yes. Current hate: People who can't park.

Love:
Speaking of MySpace. I keep getting an email from a certain person on there. I ignored the 1st. The 2nd. And now the 3rd. Um, if I didn't email you back, it's because I don't want to. Repeated emails don't normally change my mind. Plus...I know this guy. Haven't talked to him for over 12-15 years...but I know him. He used to call a bunch of my girlfriends when I was in highschool and he was a bit older. 5 years (that's a big deal in hs, ya know.) Anyway...if you've Googled me and are reading this, then at least acknowledge that you remember who I am in an email. I am female. I have a memory like an elephant. *And I've been busted on Google before (ahem, Buckner...where is that ol' chap anyway??)
Better love connection news....well, no connection, but I caught the eye of someone the other day. I was at our championship swim meet on Saturday and there he was. Clad in white with whistle around his neck. The Official. Ah. I noticed him from afar, but when I got closer. He noticed me. I''m not being cocky, but he kept staring at me and made some silly joke about one of the other officials leaving for a "tobacco break." It was like he was me having a Bridget Jones. Except he's a boy, so I guess he had a Mark Darcy. We kept exchanging glances throughout the meet. I talked big about dropping my number in his pocket to one of the other coaches. But as usual...I'm all talk. No game. So if you're out there hot-official-with-the-dark-hair-dreamy-eyes-and-cute-smile, hopefully I'll catch you at another meet...or sooner. The only worry...that he's a college boy. We were at IUP. For some reason, I just can't judge age anymore.

Words:
I feel like my postings are becoming a little bolder in the sense that I'm not holding back as much, though there is a ton behind the brick wall I'm trying to climb in my writing. My main concern is...strike that....used to be losing a potential job because of this. However, being I haven't hear much on the job front, I think the stars are fucking that up all by demselves.

I'm almost done with Da Vinci. I know...it's taken all summer to read, but I've been tooooooooo busy to sit down with it. I will read it again when I have a weekend to myself. I will say it's excellent.

A Rolling Stone Gathers....

Better mood today. Not much, but I'm not on the verge of tears. Lesterhead and Terible had some good questions and advice.

Do we always do what we want, or do what we need? Now, isn't' Mick Jagger ringing your ears right now...You can't always get what you want, you get what you need...

How does that work then? Not that I don't ever do what I want, but I usually do what's safe and sensible. I haven't moved in 4 years out of the 'rents house because it didn't make sense. No sense to pay unnecessary rent when the town is 2 miles long and I wasn't in a position to buy a house. But, now...I've bought a house in a town I don't want to live in. Why? It's a good investment. I know I'll make money on the resale. What scares me the most? Is that I'll get stuck here. The permanence of owning a house. Permanent. Forever. Solid.

Is it mathematical then?

Doing what we want = getting what we need.
Doing what we need = getting what we don't want.
Doing what we don't want = ?????????

Sign of the Zodiac Speaking...

Where has the summer gone? I know it's not over, but I feel like I've not had a summer. I took a nap today for the first time in at least a month. It was pretty good, but not as relaxing as I wished it would have been. I woke up feeling guilty that I should have been putting my cabinet doors on or unpacking a box or something. As much as I have been wanting to move, I think my subconscious isn't ready. Not sure why, but something's weighing heavy. Neville sure isn't ready to move. We stayed the other night and he kept me up all night. I brought him over when I was doing yard work and he literally barked for 4 hours. I think he was saying something like, "what have you done to get us kicked out?" And I wanted to answer him, "I'm not sure, but it sucks."

So to answer your comment, Cags...30 is somewhat uneventful and burdensome. Not that I expected some huge revelation...okay, so maybe I did expect a life-changing event. That's my nature. My head-in-the-clouds, optimistic view that makes me the chipper person that I always am (scoff) usually leaves me let down. I have top expectations and then reality sets in and I'm disappointed. Maybe it's the moon, maybe it's the time or maybe it's just me, but I feel very unsettled at this point. I'm one of those people that thinks that everything happens for a reason., but I haven't quite seen a reason for the way things have fallen. It's not what I've chosen, but what's been decided by default. In a nuthell...I hate my town, job, dating status and social life at this point. And for those of you saying it could be worse..."be happy you have a job and a place to live"...a big fat raspberry to you. It's my pity party right now. Don't spoil it with your objective point of view.

Needless to say this isn't my night. Or week. My oven doesn't work, my dog hates my new house, I don't have a new job, and I'm still stuck in this shithole county: alone and dateless none the less. I'd really like to go to bed, wake up in 1998 and start all over again. At least 1999 or 2003.

Damn, am I Crabby.

We're here to PUMP, YOU UP!

(My boyfriend in grade school gave this to me...'wonder if it's still in the basement somewhere?)

Started weight training for the first time -seriously- since about 1993. Yikes. I'm not too sore, so I know I'm not overdoing it. Trying to get in shape to join the Master's swim league. (Swim team for adults if you will...) I've been saying I wanted to do it for the past two years. I checked out some of the meet results and I won't come in last...so I'm willing to join. Plus...if I put the right amount of training in, by October (I think the first meet is sometime around there) I should be pretty well off.

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I promise to get pictures of before/after of my new house up. But, I need to resized them or not be a cheapass and upgrade on flickr. Any suggestions besides Adobe Photoshop?

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by the way....thanks for all the help on revamping my blog! (scoff)

Can Someone Help Me?

Help...on three things.

1. I'm a tech retard. I have had my Bluetooth thingy since February and I can't figure out how to hook it up. It's pretty much supposed to do it on it's own, but I can't even figure that out. I should head on to Verizon and have the hot little tech guy help me. He's got tattoos and such which is not usually my type, but looks dapper in his uniform. Hmm....

2. This blog needs some work. Like I said, I'm not savvy on the tech side, but I can (usually) follow directions. It looks boring. All I could come up with on my links section is "Totally Readable" which is totally lame sounding. Basically I feel like my blog should be on 10 Years Younger or What Not To Wear. It's not awful, but need some aesthetic updating.

3. This blog may be borderline boring, too. I need more interactive topics. But, then again...I need readers to contribute. So, if you're lurking...holla out and suggest some topics. Regulars...you're comments are always welcome and most respected.

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This isn't really help, but kinda funny. Every morning a few of the girls get out and walk 5-6 miles. (We're teachers so we're not doing much else in the summer.) Anyway...we've (I've) been semi-stalking a certain gent on our walk. He drives past the same time everyday...between 7:55-8:00 AM. He's not from this shithole as his Virginia plates on his Toureg (ahh...hear the angels sing on my dream car) indicate. Well, now we know where he lives as one of the girls was driving behind him on his way home to his apartment. (AND! It's near my new house!)

Okay...so this may not be funny anymore, but possibly borderline Bundy. It's not like we're peeking in his windows...

So now we know where Toureg lives and the route he drives.

My guess is that he works at Nemacolin Resort somewhere as that's pretty much all that's left to go with the direction he's traveling. I keep saying that I'm going to wave to him ('cause you know...we both drive VW's so we have that thing going on) but I haven't done it yet. So I'll give him a shout out on here in case he's cyber-stalking-googling hot girl who walks every morning in Uniontown, PA.

If you catch this, Toureg guy...give a beep and I'll wave. If you're wondering about me, I'm single, have a job, own a house and have good credit. We'll go from there.

And to keep my self amused and all of you if you care...I'll try to post the Toureg Report.

After 30

It's not as bad as I thought....30.

It might just give me the edge I've been needing (or at least the excuse to be a bigger bitch then I already am.)

"What? Uh, no. I don't want to. Why?? Because I don't."

"It's because she's thirty. If she were in her 20's she would say yes."

I will say I almost threw down with Rainman (yes...I ran into him again on the 4th.) I tried to ignore him most of the night, but he was egging me on by being super fucking annoying. What gets me is...why is anyone friends with him? I know why. Because we all have that one friend who annoys the living shit out of us, yet we keep them around. (Wondering if you're that person, eh?)
Anyway...I couldn't take it anymore. So, I pulled the Bully Handbook out of my teacher mind and gave him the

"Quit harassing me. It's my birthday, you can't do that on my birthday." (That was my nice attempt to tell him to shut the F up.)

"I can do anything I want." (Are you kidding me?)

"Uh, no you can't."

Some random banter and yet AGAIN, the douchebag says something to me to which I so maturely replied...

"Christ. You're worse than a woman!"

Score: One point for 30-year old GITC. Heh. Take that Corky.

(Other than being harassed randomly,) my birthday was pretty good. Funny enough I was asleep by 11:30? I just can't hang anymore. More celebrations will be on Friday. Unlike me, the majority of my friends work the day after the 4th. Damn does that suck.

Got a pedicure today. I like the girl that does my nails. She's very sweet. She does want to talk all the time...and I don't really want to. That's kinda like my time to not talk and be pampered. Like when I get my hair done, I love when she puts me under the dryer for color. I can read a magazine and not be interrupted. I feel bad as well because her broken English is a bitch to understand and add that to the hum and clatter of all the water, nail machines and music...I end up saying, "Hmm? What's that?" about six thousand times. She does a bang up job, though. Girls Love Pink is now on my toes. I still want that job at OPI naming nail polish.

30

Thirty.

30.

Treinta.

Thirty is:

The number of days in the months April, June, September and November (and in unusual circumstances February - see February 30).

The total number of major and minor keys in Western tonal music, including enharmonic equivalents.

In years of marriage, the pearl wedding anniversary.

The duration of the Thirty Years' War.

Used to indicate the end of a wire service story. (Possibly a corruption of German fertig -
"finished, ready" or in journalistic context "end of story"?)

The code for international direct dial phone calls to Greece.

The house number of 30 St Mary Axe (The Gherkin)

The designation of Interstate 30, a freeway that runs from Texas to Arkansas.

The designation of U.S. Route 30, a highway that runs from Oregon to New Jersey.

Various other routes have been numbered "30"; for example, New York State Route 30 which runs from the Pennsylvania border to the Canadian border.

The designation of E30, the European route from Cork to Samara.

The number of tracks on The Beatles' eponymous album, usually known as The White Album.

Part of the name of:
Thirty odd foot of grunts, the band fronted by actor Russell Crowe

In the title of the movie 13 Going on 30, starring Jennifer Garner.

In the title of the Food Network show 30 Minute Meals.

The number of cars in the Nintendo 64 game F-Zero X.

Historical years: 30 A.D., 30 B.C., or 1930
-30-, a motion picture about work in a Los Angeles newspaper, starring Jack Webb and William Conrad

Also a stage in young adulthood.

The number that New York Rangers goalie Henrik Lundqvist wears in the NHL. Lundqvist wore
35 in Sweden, but since number 35 is retired by the Rangers for former goalie Mike Richter, he chose 30 instead.

From...Wikipedia...

Moving On Up....

I moved this weekend. Backed up from June 1st, it was July 1st. I still have more things to move (clothing, pictures, etc...) but I want to downsize. I don't need to move that same box of junk I haven't been looking at for the past few years. I'll be tackling that stuff today and off to Goodwill I go.
Thanks to Danni and MaryAnn...I wouldn't have been able to move everything without you.

One thing...I'm so embarrassed...I have about 75 different glasses. White wine, red wine, champagne, water, martini, milk, blah, blah... It's a serious obsession. I will say this. You will always have the correct glass to drink out of at my house. (And I just remember these tumblers that I know I didn't move so it must mean they're hiding somewhere.)

Once I get my window treatments up and the thermostat set up, I'll be able to stay. The rents are away right now, so I don't feel like I'm being forced out (this week.)

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Saw The Devil Wears Prada this weekend. Very good. I didn't read the book. Not sure why, I just think I didn't get around to it. Lesterhead and I agree with the review of the clothes and fun movie. Go see it. Worth it.

Also rented The Family Stone. Cute. Not fabulous and a little far fetched, but cute. SJP was good, but I think she needs to play a villian or something like Jennifer Aniston did in The Good Girl to jump out of the type-cast role. She reminded me of Carrie with the Russian. Maybe a crazed murderer part would be good for her.

One. Day. Left.....of 29. Hmmph. Thanks to Jay for my 30th birthday/new house gift. I love it!

More cleaning out to do...I swear this never ends.