Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Coming Soon...
Between work and the flu, I don't think I'll be updating until this weekend...I soooooo need some sleep.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
It's that Time of Year....
Mardi Gras Time!!
I will be on hiatus for the next week. Good juicy stories to come!
Until then...
I will be on hiatus for the next week. Good juicy stories to come!
Until then...
Sunday, February 19, 2006
This is Random Bitch...
It's that time of year again. Mardi Gras time! My 4th one and I'm rip roaring ready to go. I haven't had a day off of work in a long time and more importantly...I haven't been out of Fayette County in a while. Being that I'm used to traveling out of state at least once a month, not even getting to Pittsburgh on a regular basis has taken it's toll on me. Coaching has had me tied up. I feel like a CityMouse stuck in a CountryMouse life. What better place for a girl to go than NOLA?
I've been kinda bummed this weekend. I think relationships (or lack there of) has taken toll on me as well. Now before you comment "don't worry...it will come," or "it's always when you're not looking for it," hold off. I don't really want to hear those. No single girl does. In fact....now that I read this, I'm thinking of changing the tone of my blog lately. It might be bitchy single girl...rather Bridget Jones-esque.
It's been 4 years that I've been single. F-O-U-R years. That's ridiculous. I've had a few dates (and I say few loosely.) There's times where I really want to head full-force back into dating, but then I actually get a little scared. I think if there was someone totally interested, I might be ready....but that's the biggest fucking problem. The dating pool here is full of polio and I don't see any sign of a vaccine in the works. Yes, I'd like to move, but that presents another problem. Job. I can't move without a job and I haven't been able to find a new job. Then some fucking cornhusker wins the Powerball. What kind of fairness is that?
What's good in my life right now, you ask? I've lost 20 pounds. (1/3 to my goal for the dreaded 3-0!) I don't mind my job this year. Thank the Lord or I might have pull my fingernails out. Speaking of...my little treat to myself: nails. Don't worry. It's not like B.A.P.S. They're tasteful. Gel coats over my real nails (which are actually long.) I was tired of having them break or the polish chip off in a day. They look nice and aren't too hard on the keyboard either.
I've been kinda bummed this weekend. I think relationships (or lack there of) has taken toll on me as well. Now before you comment "don't worry...it will come," or "it's always when you're not looking for it," hold off. I don't really want to hear those. No single girl does. In fact....now that I read this, I'm thinking of changing the tone of my blog lately. It might be bitchy single girl...rather Bridget Jones-esque.
It's been 4 years that I've been single. F-O-U-R years. That's ridiculous. I've had a few dates (and I say few loosely.) There's times where I really want to head full-force back into dating, but then I actually get a little scared. I think if there was someone totally interested, I might be ready....but that's the biggest fucking problem. The dating pool here is full of polio and I don't see any sign of a vaccine in the works. Yes, I'd like to move, but that presents another problem. Job. I can't move without a job and I haven't been able to find a new job. Then some fucking cornhusker wins the Powerball. What kind of fairness is that?
What's good in my life right now, you ask? I've lost 20 pounds. (1/3 to my goal for the dreaded 3-0!) I don't mind my job this year. Thank the Lord or I might have pull my fingernails out. Speaking of...my little treat to myself: nails. Don't worry. It's not like B.A.P.S. They're tasteful. Gel coats over my real nails (which are actually long.) I was tired of having them break or the polish chip off in a day. They look nice and aren't too hard on the keyboard either.
Monday, February 13, 2006
The Eve...
The Eve. The Eve of the Day. Valentine's Day.
I don't like when Valentine's Day falls during the week. Totally cramps my SATC marathon and wine and cheese binge. I really thought this year I might have a Valentine. The night is still young and the Day is long. I guess I am a hopeless romantic.
Looking back on Valentine's Day gifts....I received some good gifts, but honestly?? Mostly a lot of bad.
Good Gifts:
Bobby Brown: My Perrogative (cassette)
Annonymous carnation delivered in high school
Apartment cleaning and dinner made
Stuffed animal and flower
Rose and cookie cake (remember those?)
Bad Gifts:
No card (this one can repeat many a times...is it that hard fellas???)
FarSide book (still in the bag)
I got to pay for dinner...wasn't that nice?
Shitty box of chocolates
No card
Forgot
I never asked for anything for Valentine's Day....well early on...then I just flat out told two of the guys I was dating, "I don't give a f**k what you get me. However, if you don't get me a simple card, I'll lose my shit."
And what happened after that? I swear to you more than once, I didn't get a card. Bastards. Meanwhile I would have settled --actually been quite pleased-- with a PostIt stuck to the kitchen counter.
What will this Valentine's Day bring? A vet appointment with my dog. That's the only date I have. However...the hopeless, I repeat, HOPELESS romantic in me still thinks my knight in shining armor will show up with something. Who's the knight, you ask? As soon as you find him let me know, too.
Anyone---any good or bad gifts? Add them to the comments.
I don't like when Valentine's Day falls during the week. Totally cramps my SATC marathon and wine and cheese binge. I really thought this year I might have a Valentine. The night is still young and the Day is long. I guess I am a hopeless romantic.
Looking back on Valentine's Day gifts....I received some good gifts, but honestly?? Mostly a lot of bad.
Good Gifts:
Bobby Brown: My Perrogative (cassette)
Annonymous carnation delivered in high school
Apartment cleaning and dinner made
Stuffed animal and flower
Rose and cookie cake (remember those?)
Bad Gifts:
No card (this one can repeat many a times...is it that hard fellas???)
FarSide book (still in the bag)
I got to pay for dinner...wasn't that nice?
Shitty box of chocolates
No card
Forgot
I never asked for anything for Valentine's Day....well early on...then I just flat out told two of the guys I was dating, "I don't give a f**k what you get me. However, if you don't get me a simple card, I'll lose my shit."
And what happened after that? I swear to you more than once, I didn't get a card. Bastards. Meanwhile I would have settled --actually been quite pleased-- with a PostIt stuck to the kitchen counter.
What will this Valentine's Day bring? A vet appointment with my dog. That's the only date I have. However...the hopeless, I repeat, HOPELESS romantic in me still thinks my knight in shining armor will show up with something. Who's the knight, you ask? As soon as you find him let me know, too.
Anyone---any good or bad gifts? Add them to the comments.
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Valentine's Day Turd. Updated Version
I'm not sure where the original story is, but here is the "new" version of the infamous Valentine's Day Turd. Hope memory serves me right.
Picture it. February 14, 1998. Four lonely girls. One Red House.
"I hate Valentine's Day. I'm banning it this year."
"Me too. I'm sick of people oogling each other, getting flowers, cards and candy and not have my own boy to schmooze."
"Yeah. I wish I was getting shit for Valentine's Day!"
"Let's throw a Wine and Cheese party??!"
"Yeah. With paper hearts and we'll all wear black."
"Awesome!"
So the four ladies in waiting start preparing the infamous Red House for one of our huge parties. Last huge party was homecoming and well, a sliced finger, cops and landlord arriving: it got a liiiitlllle out of hand. We thought we'd keep it low only inviting singles and rules were that you must bring wine, you must wear black. Easy enough.
With three of us being elementary education majors, construction paper was always on hand. We began cutting out our hearts (no pun intended) of pink and red and hanging them from the ceiling. 10 turned to 20, 30 turned to 80 and by the end of it there must have been at least 300 in our modest, crooked apartment on Waugh Avenue. All hanging from the finest of OralB dental floss, the hearts transformed the dismal dump to a romantic heaven. Hearts in every room and swaying as the sliding glass door was opening and shutting all so often.
The word was out and by 7:00 PM the ladies had begun their night. All dolled up with our uniforms of black shirts, jeans and black boots, our smokey eye-shadowed eyes were glistening with a few glasses of wine already slung down. No one was going to ruin our night. Man or not, we were going to rock it.
The part was a hit. People were everywhere. People we knew, people we didn't. The quaint get together had blossomed to an awesome low-key blowout. No cops, no landlord, no drama. Excellent party! We all headed to bed at different times...not even sure when. The Black Valentine's Day party was over.
Until the next day.
By the time we all were up, greasy-breakfasted, napped and up again the usual trail of people started arriving. The Red House was a haven for WC. The gathering ground for post-party gossip, break-up tragedy and everyday drama. If you wanted to know something, get to the Red House. If the four of us didn't know, someone soon to arrive would. As the misfits started to pour in few comments came with them.
"damn. Look at the ashtrays on the porch."
"There are still wine bottles in the tub."
"Did you know there's a pair of shitty boxers next to your dumpster?"
Whah, whah, whah, what?????
"Yeah. I walked down from Hillside through Overflow and there's a pair of boxers laying next to your dumpster and I think someone wiped there ass with them."
(Bouts of laughter)
So we all jump up and go out the back door to inspect the evidence. Where the hell would those come from? Who do they belong to? Who went home without underwear? We all headed back into the house. Sitting on the couches trying to decipher the night the questions arose.
"I just don't get it. Why would someone leave their boxers back there?"
"Um, hello. Why didn't they just use our bathroom?"
"Why don't we go look outside again?"
So we all trudge outside again. This time noticing "other evidence." Enter...toilet paper.
"Holy shit! Look! There's toilet paper over there!"
A few pieces (looked like a buncher not a roller had left them) were in a line. Kinda like when Bobby and Cindy got lost in the Grand Canyon and left the popcorn train with the little Indian boy?? So we followed the trail. A metal glass. Looks a lot like the ones we have in our kitchen. It is one of the ones we have in our kitchen! And, it's still half full of wine! It's next to the couch. (Yes. We had a couch in the back yard. Wasn't ours. It belonged to the guys who used to live in our house and our landlord had yet to get rid of it. We were in college, okay?)
Picture the line...shitty boxers, bunched up toilet paper, metal glass half full of wine...and wait. What the...?? Oh. My. God. There's a turd on the couch. A big huge log. "It's lo-og, it's lo-og."
Who the...? What the...? Why...?
"Who the hell would A: Pinch a loaf on a couch, and B: Clearly leave without their boxers?"
After questioning most of the AlphaSig boys next door and clearly knowing it wasn't them, we started to wonder. This went on most of the night while watching SouthPark and random movies. Every 15 minutes or so a reference to the clues would come up and still a mystery. After many ramblings it all started to come together.
"Wait a minute. Nicki and I were in the bathroom last night and some asshole kept knocking on the door. I told him wait a minute! He was totally being a jerk. I yelled back at him and then said the hell with it. When we came out, no one was there."
"Wait. I remember the back door being open and I thought it was strange, but just assumed someone went outside to smoke a cigarette."
"Wait. Who would go out the back door to smoke when everyone always goes out the front."
"Terri had some friends here from highschool. Maybe they did. They had never been here before."
"That's who was yelling at the door. I heard someone yelling to get in the bathroom and I peeked in and didn't know who the hell it was. When I looked back in, he was gone."
"Wait. I wondered who opened the backdoor and left it open."
Ohhhhhh. I bet...
I bet...
I bet...
Moral of the story...
Be careful what you wish for. You might just get shit for Valentine's Day.
Picture it. February 14, 1998. Four lonely girls. One Red House.
"I hate Valentine's Day. I'm banning it this year."
"Me too. I'm sick of people oogling each other, getting flowers, cards and candy and not have my own boy to schmooze."
"Yeah. I wish I was getting shit for Valentine's Day!"
"Let's throw a Wine and Cheese party??!"
"Yeah. With paper hearts and we'll all wear black."
"Awesome!"
So the four ladies in waiting start preparing the infamous Red House for one of our huge parties. Last huge party was homecoming and well, a sliced finger, cops and landlord arriving: it got a liiiitlllle out of hand. We thought we'd keep it low only inviting singles and rules were that you must bring wine, you must wear black. Easy enough.
With three of us being elementary education majors, construction paper was always on hand. We began cutting out our hearts (no pun intended) of pink and red and hanging them from the ceiling. 10 turned to 20, 30 turned to 80 and by the end of it there must have been at least 300 in our modest, crooked apartment on Waugh Avenue. All hanging from the finest of OralB dental floss, the hearts transformed the dismal dump to a romantic heaven. Hearts in every room and swaying as the sliding glass door was opening and shutting all so often.
The word was out and by 7:00 PM the ladies had begun their night. All dolled up with our uniforms of black shirts, jeans and black boots, our smokey eye-shadowed eyes were glistening with a few glasses of wine already slung down. No one was going to ruin our night. Man or not, we were going to rock it.
The part was a hit. People were everywhere. People we knew, people we didn't. The quaint get together had blossomed to an awesome low-key blowout. No cops, no landlord, no drama. Excellent party! We all headed to bed at different times...not even sure when. The Black Valentine's Day party was over.
Until the next day.
By the time we all were up, greasy-breakfasted, napped and up again the usual trail of people started arriving. The Red House was a haven for WC. The gathering ground for post-party gossip, break-up tragedy and everyday drama. If you wanted to know something, get to the Red House. If the four of us didn't know, someone soon to arrive would. As the misfits started to pour in few comments came with them.
"damn. Look at the ashtrays on the porch."
"There are still wine bottles in the tub."
"Did you know there's a pair of shitty boxers next to your dumpster?"
Whah, whah, whah, what?????
"Yeah. I walked down from Hillside through Overflow and there's a pair of boxers laying next to your dumpster and I think someone wiped there ass with them."
(Bouts of laughter)
So we all jump up and go out the back door to inspect the evidence. Where the hell would those come from? Who do they belong to? Who went home without underwear? We all headed back into the house. Sitting on the couches trying to decipher the night the questions arose.
"I just don't get it. Why would someone leave their boxers back there?"
"Um, hello. Why didn't they just use our bathroom?"
"Why don't we go look outside again?"
So we all trudge outside again. This time noticing "other evidence." Enter...toilet paper.
"Holy shit! Look! There's toilet paper over there!"
A few pieces (looked like a buncher not a roller had left them) were in a line. Kinda like when Bobby and Cindy got lost in the Grand Canyon and left the popcorn train with the little Indian boy?? So we followed the trail. A metal glass. Looks a lot like the ones we have in our kitchen. It is one of the ones we have in our kitchen! And, it's still half full of wine! It's next to the couch. (Yes. We had a couch in the back yard. Wasn't ours. It belonged to the guys who used to live in our house and our landlord had yet to get rid of it. We were in college, okay?)
Picture the line...shitty boxers, bunched up toilet paper, metal glass half full of wine...and wait. What the...?? Oh. My. God. There's a turd on the couch. A big huge log. "It's lo-og, it's lo-og."
Who the...? What the...? Why...?
"Who the hell would A: Pinch a loaf on a couch, and B: Clearly leave without their boxers?"
After questioning most of the AlphaSig boys next door and clearly knowing it wasn't them, we started to wonder. This went on most of the night while watching SouthPark and random movies. Every 15 minutes or so a reference to the clues would come up and still a mystery. After many ramblings it all started to come together.
"Wait a minute. Nicki and I were in the bathroom last night and some asshole kept knocking on the door. I told him wait a minute! He was totally being a jerk. I yelled back at him and then said the hell with it. When we came out, no one was there."
"Wait. I remember the back door being open and I thought it was strange, but just assumed someone went outside to smoke a cigarette."
"Wait. Who would go out the back door to smoke when everyone always goes out the front."
"Terri had some friends here from highschool. Maybe they did. They had never been here before."
"That's who was yelling at the door. I heard someone yelling to get in the bathroom and I peeked in and didn't know who the hell it was. When I looked back in, he was gone."
"Wait. I wondered who opened the backdoor and left it open."
Ohhhhhh. I bet...
I bet...
I bet...
Moral of the story...
Be careful what you wish for. You might just get shit for Valentine's Day.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Secret Valentine?
Valentine's Day is looming. Arggh! (That's my lonely pirate impression.)
Wouldn't it be great to get a secret Valentine message? Known Valentine message? Any Valentine message?
Not sure if I'll send Valentines out this year or not. I would love to have a party like the Valentine's party from senior year of college. We decorated the entire house with paper hearts -literally a few hundred. It looked pretty cool and was a lot of fun. Filled the bathtub with bottles of wine and the table with cheese. We all wore black boycotting the day. Ah, times were so simple then.
Does anyone have the Valentine's Day Turd story I wrote in college? I'm going to try to dig that one up...if not, I'll rewrite it. May take a while as I'll have to conference with Cags for some details.
Wouldn't it be great to get a secret Valentine message? Known Valentine message? Any Valentine message?
Not sure if I'll send Valentines out this year or not. I would love to have a party like the Valentine's party from senior year of college. We decorated the entire house with paper hearts -literally a few hundred. It looked pretty cool and was a lot of fun. Filled the bathtub with bottles of wine and the table with cheese. We all wore black boycotting the day. Ah, times were so simple then.
Does anyone have the Valentine's Day Turd story I wrote in college? I'm going to try to dig that one up...if not, I'll rewrite it. May take a while as I'll have to conference with Cags for some details.
Shhhhh....It's a Secret
This is a blog that I've been reading for a while. I like the idea of it. I've not sent anything in, but I have a lot that I've considered. I definitely want to buy the book.
Maybe I'll make a postcard tonight. Hmmm...
Maybe I'll make a postcard tonight. Hmmm...
The Case of the Missing Underwear
I know it's been a while since I've posted, but I don't even know where the time has gone. So, I'll post a few funny quips. Last week while talking to BrooklynJay, this transpired...
GIRL: how about this one
GIRL: when you win a swim meet the tradition is to throw the coach in the water. so i won on thursday, the kids threw me in...yada, yada. i went to the coach's office/teacher's office to change my clothes. there is a bathroom in there. i had to go home before meeting the other coaches out to get something to eat. so i get home and unpack my bag and realize that i've forgotten my underwear on the floor of the bathroom.
GIRL: i don't work in that building so i tell the other coach when he goes into work to get my underwear so the swim teacher doesn't see them.
GIRL: he went in the mornign....no underwear. we're guessing the nighttime janitor either threw them away or....
GIRL: has them.
BROOKLYNJAY: hahahahaha
BROOKLYNJAY: now why isn't this an entry????
GIRL: creepy....but really funny
GIRL: how about this one
GIRL: when you win a swim meet the tradition is to throw the coach in the water. so i won on thursday, the kids threw me in...yada, yada. i went to the coach's office/teacher's office to change my clothes. there is a bathroom in there. i had to go home before meeting the other coaches out to get something to eat. so i get home and unpack my bag and realize that i've forgotten my underwear on the floor of the bathroom.
GIRL: i don't work in that building so i tell the other coach when he goes into work to get my underwear so the swim teacher doesn't see them.
GIRL: he went in the mornign....no underwear. we're guessing the nighttime janitor either threw them away or....
GIRL: has them.
BROOKLYNJAY: hahahahaha
BROOKLYNJAY: now why isn't this an entry????
GIRL: creepy....but really funny
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Waiting for Guffman
It's like in a Hitchcock movie, you know, where they tie you up in a rubber bag and throw you in the trunk of a car. You find people... You find them.
So I had a Waiting for Guffman moment. Well, night. I had a little get together and the guest of honor (though I don't think he knew it) never showed.
Typical. I quit.
So I had a Waiting for Guffman moment. Well, night. I had a little get together and the guest of honor (though I don't think he knew it) never showed.
Typical. I quit.
Monday, January 16, 2006
Brokeback Mountain Post
Finally I can join the ranks of the viewers of Brokeback Mountain.
Final thought. Wow. I would like to see it again on the couch with a bottle of wine (so I can cry in peace...lately I'm not that good at crying quietly in the theater.) It was realllllly good. I think it will be one of those movies I can watch over and over. Oh yeah....and Jake G: YUM. Except with the porn star mustache. I know that was the style in the 70's (as--strangely I'm thinking now--my dad had one) but he looked really kinda creepy with it. And the sex scenes....wooha. Hot and heavy. My only thought was, "are gay breakups always that violent?" I hope you can hear the sarcasm in my words. All in all....great movie!
Four day week. Yeah! Being that we haven't had ANY snow days and like TWO delays, I'm looking forward to the shorter week. Hard to believe the year is almost half way over. As always, I'm looking forward to summer. On that note, I may start fakebaking again. I always feel better with a little color.
Ran again today. This time in my neighborhood which is considerably harder than the treadmill. One, I have to monitor the timed intervals on my iPod which is hard to see, I can't monitor my speed and I'm not experienced enough to know how fast I'm running and the biggest thing...hills. All in all I did well. Sore, but I did it. I actually packed my bag to swim in the morning. Still kicking around training for a Master's swim team. We'll see.
American Idol starts tomorrow. I won't get home until it's almost done, so I'm taping it. These are the auditions...truly the best part of the show. 39 days until I leave for Mardi Gras. I'm sooo looking forward to the break, the parades and seeing the rebuild of New Orleans--city and spirit.
Final thought. Wow. I would like to see it again on the couch with a bottle of wine (so I can cry in peace...lately I'm not that good at crying quietly in the theater.) It was realllllly good. I think it will be one of those movies I can watch over and over. Oh yeah....and Jake G: YUM. Except with the porn star mustache. I know that was the style in the 70's (as--strangely I'm thinking now--my dad had one) but he looked really kinda creepy with it. And the sex scenes....wooha. Hot and heavy. My only thought was, "are gay breakups always that violent?" I hope you can hear the sarcasm in my words. All in all....great movie!
Four day week. Yeah! Being that we haven't had ANY snow days and like TWO delays, I'm looking forward to the shorter week. Hard to believe the year is almost half way over. As always, I'm looking forward to summer. On that note, I may start fakebaking again. I always feel better with a little color.
Ran again today. This time in my neighborhood which is considerably harder than the treadmill. One, I have to monitor the timed intervals on my iPod which is hard to see, I can't monitor my speed and I'm not experienced enough to know how fast I'm running and the biggest thing...hills. All in all I did well. Sore, but I did it. I actually packed my bag to swim in the morning. Still kicking around training for a Master's swim team. We'll see.
American Idol starts tomorrow. I won't get home until it's almost done, so I'm taping it. These are the auditions...truly the best part of the show. 39 days until I leave for Mardi Gras. I'm sooo looking forward to the break, the parades and seeing the rebuild of New Orleans--city and spirit.
Saturday, January 14, 2006
A New Game
Anyone remember sorority/fraternity mixers from college? I was shooting the shit with a co-worker this morning and we got on the subject of mixers. School House, Nuts and Bolts, Grab-a-Date, etc. But, this one....this was the best. I had never heard of it and I soooo want to throw a party like this.
Edward 40 Hands.
After looking this up on the net, apparently this is a major phenomenon. I can't believe of all the drinking games I've played, I've never heard of this one. Apparently WC missed this one. Or rather, maybe I'm too old to have played this. In any sense, I've been laughing about it since about 10:15 this morning.
Edward 40 Hands.
After looking this up on the net, apparently this is a major phenomenon. I can't believe of all the drinking games I've played, I've never heard of this one. Apparently WC missed this one. Or rather, maybe I'm too old to have played this. In any sense, I've been laughing about it since about 10:15 this morning.
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
I'm beat
This post will be short because I'm soooo tired. The meets are wiping me out. And, the fact that I've run on Monday and Wednesday morning at 6 AM. AND I swam today, too.
I typed out a huge blog the other night and it disappeared. I hate when that happens.
Verdict on the shoes? I frickin' love them! For the first time in a long time, my feet don't hurt and didn't cramp. A+
I'm beat.
I typed out a huge blog the other night and it disappeared. I hate when that happens.
Verdict on the shoes? I frickin' love them! For the first time in a long time, my feet don't hurt and didn't cramp. A+
I'm beat.
Sunday, January 08, 2006
What I Did Today
Did a lot of shopping today. Actually, did a lot of things today. I decided to go to church. Resolution?? I don't know. I don't think it should really be a resolution....I think I should just go. However, I feel kinda bad because the sermon was super boring. The church I currently attend (meaning I've been there twice lately) is getting a new minister. The kid --I say that because he's roughly my age-- there now is really nice, but most of the time too academic. I don't really need someone to reiterate the scripture to me. I'd get more out of it if there was a short anecdote. Whatever. Wanna guess what I prayed for today? Yes, a boyfriend.
After that I went to breakfast with my parents and then began my shopping extravaganza. I stopped at The Finish Line first. I'm still bound and determined to become a runner so I bought new running shoes. The sales associate was super helpful (a marathon runner) so I feel like I got the best pair for me. I ended up with these ASICS. Very comfy with extra insoles. And, I'll be flying like fucking Harry Potter hence the name of the shoes...heheh.
This is where my fever began --"and the only cure for it, is some more cowbell!" Just kidding...a little tangent.
Well, my fever actually began when I walked out of breakfast. Sunny out so I put on my new Michael Kors sunglasses (purchased on eBay for $25!) All of a sudden with expensive (pre-eBay) sunglasses on I feel like I make 100K a year. So I head to trade secret and buy shampoo, conditioner, hairwax and hairspray...none of which I need, but I did get an awesome sale. Next stop was NY&Co. for some clothes...which I saved $186 with coupons and sales. 8 tops a pair of pants and a belt and I was out of there. Next stop...BestBuy for new headphones for my iPod defective ears. Actually just my left ear is defective. So I bought new headphones and a camera case. I hate shopping for electronics and accessories. I know nothing about them, so it takes me a really long time. I didn't find the same excellent service as I did at the Finish Line, but I asked a couple of people if there was a difference between the Phillips headphones I bought and the Apple headphones except for price. There isn't. And, I was glad because I really didn't feel like spending $45 on headphones. I ended my shopping there, but I should have went on. I have a baby shower to go to on Sunday and I was right next to the store and totally forgot to go in. Shit. Now I have to drive back down to Pittsburgh and shop this week. Time is the issue this week.
I headed up to the Fox and the Hound to watch the Steeler game with some friends. What an awesome game (especially with my new found knowledge and understanding of football.) Not much is better than watching a Steeler game in a Pittsburgh bar. I ventured home after the game and gave myself a pedicure, facial and prepared my clothes for the big running day tomorrow morning.
I just realized this is pretty boring.
After that I went to breakfast with my parents and then began my shopping extravaganza. I stopped at The Finish Line first. I'm still bound and determined to become a runner so I bought new running shoes. The sales associate was super helpful (a marathon runner) so I feel like I got the best pair for me. I ended up with these ASICS. Very comfy with extra insoles. And, I'll be flying like fucking Harry Potter hence the name of the shoes...heheh.
This is where my fever began --"and the only cure for it, is some more cowbell!" Just kidding...a little tangent.
Well, my fever actually began when I walked out of breakfast. Sunny out so I put on my new Michael Kors sunglasses (purchased on eBay for $25!) All of a sudden with expensive (pre-eBay) sunglasses on I feel like I make 100K a year. So I head to trade secret and buy shampoo, conditioner, hairwax and hairspray...none of which I need, but I did get an awesome sale. Next stop was NY&Co. for some clothes...which I saved $186 with coupons and sales. 8 tops a pair of pants and a belt and I was out of there. Next stop...BestBuy for new headphones for my iPod defective ears. Actually just my left ear is defective. So I bought new headphones and a camera case. I hate shopping for electronics and accessories. I know nothing about them, so it takes me a really long time. I didn't find the same excellent service as I did at the Finish Line, but I asked a couple of people if there was a difference between the Phillips headphones I bought and the Apple headphones except for price. There isn't. And, I was glad because I really didn't feel like spending $45 on headphones. I ended my shopping there, but I should have went on. I have a baby shower to go to on Sunday and I was right next to the store and totally forgot to go in. Shit. Now I have to drive back down to Pittsburgh and shop this week. Time is the issue this week.
I headed up to the Fox and the Hound to watch the Steeler game with some friends. What an awesome game (especially with my new found knowledge and understanding of football.) Not much is better than watching a Steeler game in a Pittsburgh bar. I ventured home after the game and gave myself a pedicure, facial and prepared my clothes for the big running day tomorrow morning.
I just realized this is pretty boring.
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Finally a Football Fanatic?
Is it the New Year? Is it me turning (ahem) 30? Or am I becoming a sports fan? I'm sitting up right now watching the PennState/FSU game and totally enjoying it. First of all it's 12:50 AM and I should definitely be asleep. Second of all, last week I didn't even understand football and all of a sudden I'm getting it. I even watched and understood part of the Steeler game on Sunday. (At least the part I was awake to watch.) Anyway...I'm growing up, aren't you proud? Funny, I think understanding football and becoming an "informed" fan was one of my resolutions a couple of years ago. "It's better to get something done late than never." I got that in a fortune cookie once and have it taped to my desk organizer at school.
Resolutions...
7. Don't talk about work outside of work. (Unless it's a really funny story.)
8. Don't mince words. I know this sounds cruel, but I'll try to be as tactful as possible. I just think I need to start saying what I really feel. Cags blog reminded me of this mantra I used to live by...What You See Is What You Get. It's just that well....I'm not going to shit you on anything.
PennState wins!! (And I just put my hands up in the field goal posistion...WTF?)
Okay...I'm definitely going to be now. Boy it's going to hit me tomorrow.
Monday, January 02, 2006
The New Year Low Down
Have you been waiting for the New Year's Post? I'll recap the Christmas first and some few things in between.
Christmas. Really nice. Quiet, but good. With a small family, it doesn't usually get too loud. Surprises this year? The Nano. Very cool. I'm still learning how to use it, but I like. It's sooo small it doesn't even look real. Same with my camera (no gift, I purchased it.) I went with the Canon SD450. It's really tiny, too. My next tiny purchase? The Razr phone. That will come in March. It's the year of the really thin tiny things...including myself. (Have a goal being that I will be turning 30 in 6 mos 2 days.)
Got some other really nice things for Christmas. My sister painted an awesome picture of Neville. The break seemed long now that I think of it, but I really didn't get a ton accomplished. Practice everyday kept me from sleeping in each day except for NewYear's Day.
And the New Year. Had a great time with the usual crew plus a few. Headed to Mt. Washington for an excellent dinner at LaTavola and then to Station Square to get this....go dancing. I haven't been dancing forever. It was a good time...my feet are still killing me, but I'm dealing. Still haven't seen Brokeback Mountain because IT STILL HASN'T ARRIVED IN ANY THEATER WITHIN 50 MILES! Lame...so lame.
So what does the New Year bring? Not sure, but it better be a more involved love life, new job and new living conditions. I was reviewing my resolutions from last year. I did pretty good about keeping them. Pretty good. Resolutions for this year? I don't know yet. It's bothering me a bit because I normally have too many.
(How about there is a really eerie thunderstorm occurring right now. Weird)
So here's a recap of my resolutions from last year. Maybe reading these I'll decide what my new ones will be.
1. Develop a healthy lifestyle. That's always at the top of our list...I'll continue to trudge on
2. Have my clothes picked out, bag and lunch packed before I go to bed. Ah, failed.
3. Get involved with a charity. Check. Go AWNY!
4. Read at least one book per month. Check! I believe I hit 13 or 14 this year.
5. Blog or journal at least every other day. Maybe I made up with double entries?
6. Be willing to let myself show through my writing. Ergg....kinda.
7. Settle differences from the past. I've definitely let go
8. Join online dating. Check! and not for me.
9. Tell my family members and friends I love them... I feel like I've done that, but I never feel like it's enough.
10. Move. Failed...due to being stuck in my job. Please Allegheny County!! Hire me!
Okay. Maybe with these, I can muss up a few with an updated list tomorrow.
1. REdevelop healthy lifestyle and keep it.
2. Get boyfriend. (And he'll fall head over heels over me!!)
3. Take more pictures (that aren't just of my dog.)
4. Send a short story (at least) to a publisher of some sort.
5. Save more money.
6. Move.
I'll leave with those, but I'm not really happy with them. Alright...I'm going to keep up with reading resolution from last year.
Christmas. Really nice. Quiet, but good. With a small family, it doesn't usually get too loud. Surprises this year? The Nano. Very cool. I'm still learning how to use it, but I like. It's sooo small it doesn't even look real. Same with my camera (no gift, I purchased it.) I went with the Canon SD450. It's really tiny, too. My next tiny purchase? The Razr phone. That will come in March. It's the year of the really thin tiny things...including myself. (Have a goal being that I will be turning 30 in 6 mos 2 days.)
Got some other really nice things for Christmas. My sister painted an awesome picture of Neville. The break seemed long now that I think of it, but I really didn't get a ton accomplished. Practice everyday kept me from sleeping in each day except for NewYear's Day.
And the New Year. Had a great time with the usual crew plus a few. Headed to Mt. Washington for an excellent dinner at LaTavola and then to Station Square to get this....go dancing. I haven't been dancing forever. It was a good time...my feet are still killing me, but I'm dealing. Still haven't seen Brokeback Mountain because IT STILL HASN'T ARRIVED IN ANY THEATER WITHIN 50 MILES! Lame...so lame.
So what does the New Year bring? Not sure, but it better be a more involved love life, new job and new living conditions. I was reviewing my resolutions from last year. I did pretty good about keeping them. Pretty good. Resolutions for this year? I don't know yet. It's bothering me a bit because I normally have too many.
(How about there is a really eerie thunderstorm occurring right now. Weird)
So here's a recap of my resolutions from last year. Maybe reading these I'll decide what my new ones will be.
1. Develop a healthy lifestyle. That's always at the top of our list...I'll continue to trudge on
2. Have my clothes picked out, bag and lunch packed before I go to bed. Ah, failed.
3. Get involved with a charity. Check. Go AWNY!
4. Read at least one book per month. Check! I believe I hit 13 or 14 this year.
5. Blog or journal at least every other day. Maybe I made up with double entries?
6. Be willing to let myself show through my writing. Ergg....kinda.
7. Settle differences from the past. I've definitely let go
8. Join online dating. Check! and not for me.
9. Tell my family members and friends I love them... I feel like I've done that, but I never feel like it's enough.
10. Move. Failed...due to being stuck in my job. Please Allegheny County!! Hire me!
Okay. Maybe with these, I can muss up a few with an updated list tomorrow.
1. REdevelop healthy lifestyle and keep it.
2. Get boyfriend. (And he'll fall head over heels over me!!)
3. Take more pictures (that aren't just of my dog.)
4. Send a short story (at least) to a publisher of some sort.
5. Save more money.
6. Move.
I'll leave with those, but I'm not really happy with them. Alright...I'm going to keep up with reading resolution from last year.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
2005 Out, 2006 In
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.
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.
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.
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