Well, since I'm back out there again, be prepared for some pretty interesting stories.
First off, what does it mean when a man says he has a "heart of gold"? Seriously? What is that? Is it literally gold? Because gold prices are quite high right now, and I might just be tempted to rip it out of his chest Just saying.
Then there is the other type. The ones that tell you how wonderful you are, how they are looking for the one to settle down with. And then you meet. The whole time they are lavishing you with attention. Telling you you're beautiful and amazing. Then it happens. They invite you back to their place. You decline. Then they go in for the good night kiss and when they do, you give them the cheek. Then the next day you get the "I think we're more suited to be "friends". Oh lord... Listen pal, I have enough friends, I don't need another. Buh-bye!!
You know, I really enjoy being an independent woman in my 30's. I know what I want. I know what I won't settle for. And disrespect is one of those things. I may have been a bundle of hormones in my 20's, but these days, I prefer quality over quantity. Maybe "the one" is out there. Maybe he's not. But I'm not going to turn my back on my morals or values to find him. I changed who I was for a man once in my 20's. That's not going to happen again. Shocker. I LOVE the woman I am today. I am having so much more fun in my 30's than I ever did in my 20's. And it's quality time. The kind of fun that stays with you for the rest of your life. Not the kind of fun that you have for one night, and forget about two days later. I think I'd rather have that in my life.
The thing I love the most? When I am with a man, it's because I choose to have him in my life. Not because I have to. And that, my friends, is priceless.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
I'm back!! Back in the Saddle again....
I didn't realize it's been so long since I last posted. There has been so much going on! Good stuff first. It's been a music extravaganza as of late. Got free tickets to see Darius Rucker and Rascal Flatts. Darius stole the show. Incredible seats too. And I loved that he covered Prince's "Purple Rain". Then this week, my mom won tickets to an exclusive Michael Buble show. There were maybe 100 people there. It was amazing. Such a great show.
On to other things. C and I are no longer. It was a hard decision, but one that I had to make. He was a great guy, just not the one for me. He was great on paper, but as much as I wanted it to work, I knew that I didn't feel the same for him as he did for me. And probably never would. So...he hates me now. I tried to be nice about it, and didn't give him a laundry list of what it was that was wrong. But oh, did he keep pushing! I finally just told him that it wasn't going to work.
So I guess it's back to the drawing board. I don't know. Maybe I'm just not meant to have a relationship.
Yeah! It's the weekend! Can't wait to sleep in tomorrow.
On to other things. C and I are no longer. It was a hard decision, but one that I had to make. He was a great guy, just not the one for me. He was great on paper, but as much as I wanted it to work, I knew that I didn't feel the same for him as he did for me. And probably never would. So...he hates me now. I tried to be nice about it, and didn't give him a laundry list of what it was that was wrong. But oh, did he keep pushing! I finally just told him that it wasn't going to work.
So I guess it's back to the drawing board. I don't know. Maybe I'm just not meant to have a relationship.
Yeah! It's the weekend! Can't wait to sleep in tomorrow.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Heat Update
Still no heat. The landlord just called. They don't think they will be able to fix it until tomorrow. I think there will be no rent check this month.
Seriously. It's winter. It's fucking 20 degrees. There are two feet of snow outside and I HAVE NO HEAT! I feel like I'm going to cry.
FUCK!
Just had to vent, thanks.
Seriously. It's winter. It's fucking 20 degrees. There are two feet of snow outside and I HAVE NO HEAT! I feel like I'm going to cry.
FUCK!
Just had to vent, thanks.
Blizzard of 2009...and not in Minnesota.
I think I'm actually in MN and no one told me!!! Thanks to winter storm Albert, we have around two feet of snow here in Boston. And it's still snowing. There are pro's and con's to my new apartment.
Pro's- I have wonderful neighbors. The neighbor across the street plowed the driveway, so there wasn't a lot of shoveling. And my other neighbors in front are the nicest people! We were chatting while we cleared off the two feet of snow off our cars.
Cons- I don't have a garage anymore. Bummer. Also, I woke up this morning to NO HEAT!!! Oh.My.God. It is freezing in here! I've been waiting for them to come fix the heat all day. Luckily the heat in my old place sucked, so I had a space heater. It is keeping my living room nice and toasty. But when I have to pee? Oh lord...freezing!!! I hope it gets fixed soon.
On to other news...since Faith yelled at me wanting an update on my "reserve relationship". The trip to MN was great, but not without a few bumps in the road.
After a little delay, I was finally able to get on the plane. As I was walking on the plane, the ENTIRE thing went dark!!! And the pilot announced "Sorry ladies and gentlemen. Just a little stall in the engine. We'll have it up and running in a moment". I.FREAKED.OUT!!! It took everything I had to continue on to my seat. But I made it safely to MN. With the help of xanax and a few jack and cokes!
It was so nice to see where C lives. It wasn't as cold as I thought it would be. His condo is beautiful, even though it's a little sparse. Walking in I joked that I felt like I was in a high end hotel High ceilings, a beautiful kitchen that I can't wait to cook in, two bathrooms and a beautiful view. I told him that my place is like the ghetto compared to his! But he is a typical guy. Not much going on in there but a lot of beige. I told him to give me a credit card and drop me off at the Mall of America and I could changed all that for him!
He really is the sweetest thing. He knows that I hate the cold, so he had a few presents waiting for me. A heated blanket and the softest bathrobe! He's so thoughtful! And since he doesn't have a coffee maker, he went out every morning to get me coffee. I was so spoiled!
On Saturday we went to meet his parents for dinner. I was a nervous wreck! When we were almost there, I made him pull over so I can have a cigarette. I was so nervous I thought I was going to throw up! It turns out I was worried for nothing! His parents are wonderful! They were so welcoming and sweet. We went to dinner at this really cool restaurant called Mongo's Grill. I've never been anywhere like it. When you get there, they have a bunch of stations set up that are like salad bars. One has all sorts of veggies, another has seafood, another has meats and the last one has noodles and all kinds of sauces that you put on top. After you fill your bowl (and a lot of people had little towers of food in theirs) you bring it to this giant round grill in the middle and they cook it all for you. It was so good, but a bit overwhelming trying to decide what to put in, and what sauces to use. I'm sure if you go there enough, you get the hang of it. I can't wait to go back again!
His parents are very sweet! And it helped that we had things in common. His mother is a book worm like I am, so we talked about our favorite authors and we both read the same things. And his father loves music like I do and I've finally met someone who owns more cd's that I do!! I was shocked. He has everything! I cracked up looking through his cd's because he had Lindsay Lohan!!! I was making fun of him because of it. He said, "but look how pretty and blonde she is!" To which I replied "it doesn't mean she can sing!" I made a game of trying to find something he didn't have. Tupac...check! Shaun Cassidy...check! Lou Rawls...check! And it went on and on! Amazing! I met a few other family members that stopped by the house. One of them had the cutest 9 year old son, Mason. I'm in love. He was a little chatter box that can talk hockey like no ones business! I told C that I would stay with him until Mason turns 18, and then I'm going to marry Mason. Adorable!!!
Sunday morning we went for breakfast and he bought me this cheesy little dog puppet that barks Christmas Songs because I fell in love with it. I know, cheesy, but that's me! Afternoon came way too quick and it was time for me to get on the plane to come home. I hated to leave. I felt like I belonged there. Or maybe it's just I feel like I belong with him. I'm not used to being with a man that thinks about me first and my needs. It makes me feel like I'm not doing enough for him. I guess it's that I'm not used to dating a man that is good, and kind. I'm trying to get used to it, but it's taking a bit.
The plane ride home was interesting. I up graded to first class, and thank god for that. We were delayed for an hour and then they had to de-ice the plane twice. It took a few more jack and cokes to get me home, but I finally made it!
Oh! The other bad part! I got a call from my best friend who was dog sitting for me. She was a wreck because something was wrong with Minnie. She wouldn't eat, didn't want to cuddle, just wanted to be left alone. We finally figured out what was wrong with her on Sunday. She somehow got a hold of some sort of fruit pit! She passed it on Sunday, but I was freaked because the pits contain cyanide. (keep that in mind next time you eat a peach or plum!) So it was off to the vet as soon as I got home. She's fine, but next time I go, she's coming with me!
C will be here from Christmas Day through New Year's, and I'm looking forward to it. We decided that we need to move someplace warm. Arizona sounds pretty good!!!
Pro's- I have wonderful neighbors. The neighbor across the street plowed the driveway, so there wasn't a lot of shoveling. And my other neighbors in front are the nicest people! We were chatting while we cleared off the two feet of snow off our cars.
Cons- I don't have a garage anymore. Bummer. Also, I woke up this morning to NO HEAT!!! Oh.My.God. It is freezing in here! I've been waiting for them to come fix the heat all day. Luckily the heat in my old place sucked, so I had a space heater. It is keeping my living room nice and toasty. But when I have to pee? Oh lord...freezing!!! I hope it gets fixed soon.
On to other news...since Faith yelled at me wanting an update on my "reserve relationship". The trip to MN was great, but not without a few bumps in the road.
After a little delay, I was finally able to get on the plane. As I was walking on the plane, the ENTIRE thing went dark!!! And the pilot announced "Sorry ladies and gentlemen. Just a little stall in the engine. We'll have it up and running in a moment". I.FREAKED.OUT!!! It took everything I had to continue on to my seat. But I made it safely to MN. With the help of xanax and a few jack and cokes!
It was so nice to see where C lives. It wasn't as cold as I thought it would be. His condo is beautiful, even though it's a little sparse. Walking in I joked that I felt like I was in a high end hotel High ceilings, a beautiful kitchen that I can't wait to cook in, two bathrooms and a beautiful view. I told him that my place is like the ghetto compared to his! But he is a typical guy. Not much going on in there but a lot of beige. I told him to give me a credit card and drop me off at the Mall of America and I could changed all that for him!
He really is the sweetest thing. He knows that I hate the cold, so he had a few presents waiting for me. A heated blanket and the softest bathrobe! He's so thoughtful! And since he doesn't have a coffee maker, he went out every morning to get me coffee. I was so spoiled!
On Saturday we went to meet his parents for dinner. I was a nervous wreck! When we were almost there, I made him pull over so I can have a cigarette. I was so nervous I thought I was going to throw up! It turns out I was worried for nothing! His parents are wonderful! They were so welcoming and sweet. We went to dinner at this really cool restaurant called Mongo's Grill. I've never been anywhere like it. When you get there, they have a bunch of stations set up that are like salad bars. One has all sorts of veggies, another has seafood, another has meats and the last one has noodles and all kinds of sauces that you put on top. After you fill your bowl (and a lot of people had little towers of food in theirs) you bring it to this giant round grill in the middle and they cook it all for you. It was so good, but a bit overwhelming trying to decide what to put in, and what sauces to use. I'm sure if you go there enough, you get the hang of it. I can't wait to go back again!
His parents are very sweet! And it helped that we had things in common. His mother is a book worm like I am, so we talked about our favorite authors and we both read the same things. And his father loves music like I do and I've finally met someone who owns more cd's that I do!! I was shocked. He has everything! I cracked up looking through his cd's because he had Lindsay Lohan!!! I was making fun of him because of it. He said, "but look how pretty and blonde she is!" To which I replied "it doesn't mean she can sing!" I made a game of trying to find something he didn't have. Tupac...check! Shaun Cassidy...check! Lou Rawls...check! And it went on and on! Amazing! I met a few other family members that stopped by the house. One of them had the cutest 9 year old son, Mason. I'm in love. He was a little chatter box that can talk hockey like no ones business! I told C that I would stay with him until Mason turns 18, and then I'm going to marry Mason. Adorable!!!
Sunday morning we went for breakfast and he bought me this cheesy little dog puppet that barks Christmas Songs because I fell in love with it. I know, cheesy, but that's me! Afternoon came way too quick and it was time for me to get on the plane to come home. I hated to leave. I felt like I belonged there. Or maybe it's just I feel like I belong with him. I'm not used to being with a man that thinks about me first and my needs. It makes me feel like I'm not doing enough for him. I guess it's that I'm not used to dating a man that is good, and kind. I'm trying to get used to it, but it's taking a bit.
The plane ride home was interesting. I up graded to first class, and thank god for that. We were delayed for an hour and then they had to de-ice the plane twice. It took a few more jack and cokes to get me home, but I finally made it!
Oh! The other bad part! I got a call from my best friend who was dog sitting for me. She was a wreck because something was wrong with Minnie. She wouldn't eat, didn't want to cuddle, just wanted to be left alone. We finally figured out what was wrong with her on Sunday. She somehow got a hold of some sort of fruit pit! She passed it on Sunday, but I was freaked because the pits contain cyanide. (keep that in mind next time you eat a peach or plum!) So it was off to the vet as soon as I got home. She's fine, but next time I go, she's coming with me!
C will be here from Christmas Day through New Year's, and I'm looking forward to it. We decided that we need to move someplace warm. Arizona sounds pretty good!!!
Friday, December 11, 2009
Reserve Relationship....
I haven't mentioned much about my growing relationship with C because I didn't want to jinx it. Things are going very well. There is a little problem with the distance. I live in Boston. He lives in Minnesota. Sometimes I feel like our relationship is in the Reserves. One weekend a month, two weeks a year. But somehow, we're making it work. He's flown out here to see me twice now, and we had a wonderful time. But now it's my turn.
I'm flying out to see him for the weekend.
There are a few issues here.
1- I do not fly well. At all. I will get through this with xanax. And a few beers. So god knows what state I'll be in when I get there.
2- Minnesota. Minnesota. In December. Where it's freaking FREEZING!!!
What was I thinking? He really needs to move somewhere warm!
Oh...and did I mention I'm meeting his parents for the first time?
Wish me luck!
I'm flying out to see him for the weekend.
There are a few issues here.
1- I do not fly well. At all. I will get through this with xanax. And a few beers. So god knows what state I'll be in when I get there.
2- Minnesota. Minnesota. In December. Where it's freaking FREEZING!!!
What was I thinking? He really needs to move somewhere warm!
Oh...and did I mention I'm meeting his parents for the first time?
Wish me luck!
Sunday, December 6, 2009
A few Sunday oberservations.
1. What the hell is wrong with the Patriots? Why do they keep going for it on the 4th down? It's simple. You kick a field goal, and it makes it 24-13 and let Miami make two touchdowns! Stop being greedy and kick the damn field goal!!!
This is two weeks in a row that they blew the game in the second half. Thank god we only have to deal with this crap once every 10 years or so. I blame it all on Brushci retiring!
2. I don't have kids. For a few reasons. I haven't met the guy I want to have kids with (though things are going really well with C!) and I don't know if I have the patience. But even I know that if it's raining out? Umm...maybe you should put your baby in the car before you unload your grocery shopping instead of making her sit in the pouring rain. I'm not sure the dumb ass woman appreciated me pointing that out to her, but I think if her kid was old enough to understand, then she would appreciate it.
3. I need to get drunk. I'm a really fun drunk. and I have so much fun! Well, maybe not the next day when I'm fighting off the hangover. C has yet to witness me in a drunken state. Poor baby. He's in for a surprise.
4. Snowed here last night. And despite saying all week, I don't have a garage anymore, so I really need to buy a snowbrush...yeah. Forgot to buy the snow brush. Used my closed umbrella to clear off the car this morning. I hope the neighbors weren't watching.
This is two weeks in a row that they blew the game in the second half. Thank god we only have to deal with this crap once every 10 years or so. I blame it all on Brushci retiring!
2. I don't have kids. For a few reasons. I haven't met the guy I want to have kids with (though things are going really well with C!) and I don't know if I have the patience. But even I know that if it's raining out? Umm...maybe you should put your baby in the car before you unload your grocery shopping instead of making her sit in the pouring rain. I'm not sure the dumb ass woman appreciated me pointing that out to her, but I think if her kid was old enough to understand, then she would appreciate it.
3. I need to get drunk. I'm a really fun drunk. and I have so much fun! Well, maybe not the next day when I'm fighting off the hangover. C has yet to witness me in a drunken state. Poor baby. He's in for a surprise.
4. Snowed here last night. And despite saying all week, I don't have a garage anymore, so I really need to buy a snowbrush...yeah. Forgot to buy the snow brush. Used my closed umbrella to clear off the car this morning. I hope the neighbors weren't watching.
Monday, November 30, 2009
If I had 12 kids.....
So I've been dealing with yet another cold. This is the third time since September. Or maybe it's just been the same cold that just won't go away. Either way, this one is presenting itself to be a royal pain in the ass. On Thanksgiving night, I had a temp of 103. Now, this is not normal for me. So I did the adult thing on Friday morning and called the doctor. The doctor on call prescribed me yet another antibiotic since the one I was taking didn't seem to be working. So I went to pick it up. To the tune of $147.00. Seriously?
So this is what I don't understand. What if I didn't have the $147? Then what would I do? Wait until my fever hit 104 and head off to the emergency room? Since I didn't have much choice in the matter, and was miserable, I handed over the debit card and pretty much screwed myself until payday.
Now I've been fuming over this for a few days now. And being stuck in the house isn't helping the matter at all. And of course I've been reading all these articles on health care. And that got me even more pissed off. Here's why.
I'm going through a little tough time financially and have been living paycheck to paycheck. I work 40+ hours a week, get a decent salary. A portion of which goes to pay my health insurance.
And I have an acquaintance that does not work. What she does instead? Stays home and lives off of the state because she's popped out 3 kids by 3 different fathers. And her sister? 5 kids. 5 fathers. No job. But you know what? They both have kick ass health insurance. Paid for by me. Do you think she has to pay $147 for meds? Nope. $3.00.
I totally understand welfare for people who honestly need it. Hell, when I was little, my parents got divorced and my mother couldn't afford to work and put me in daycare, so for a few months while things were organized, she had to go on welfare. But as soon as things were worked out, she got herself a job. Temporary aid. That's the way the system was designed to work.
But these pieces of shit? They do this FOR A LIVING!!! Hell, one stated, "why should I go to work, when the state pays for everything?" They get housing allowance, free health insurance, a clothing allowance, a food allowance, WIC checks for food etc. And this is for every member of the household under 19 years of age. How do they get around the requirements? HAHAHA!!!! They just keep popping out kids.
Un-freaking-real.
Yet I'm the one that has to worry about which bill I have to put off another week. That's what I get for being an upstanding member of society!
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Thanksgiving. FAIL!
On the couch- Check!
Football on- Check!
Sweats on- Check!
Full belly and leftovers- Fail....
Now, don't get me wrong. I have a lot to be thankful for. I woke up this morning. My family is all healthy. I have a good job and a roof over my head. And I thank God for all of it. But this was NOT a Thanksgiving Dinner that "can't be beat". I never thought I'd be so happy to have the day over with and be in the relative quiet of my own home.
I'm grateful that I was able to spend the day surrounded by my family. But I now know why we don't eat out. We went to a place that we've been to before that has an amazing Sunday brunch. This did not translate to Thanksgiving dinner.
A few things on the menu. Butternut squash and crab bisque. Of course we all were ordering either the crab bisque or the butternut squash soup. We couldn't understand why the waitress was confused at our orders. Then we realized it was because the soup was Butternut Squash WITH crab in it. Ugh. Um...Crab in squash soup? FAIL. But it did have a pretty little design on the top of the soup.
The main course was turkey. Of course. With a "potato puree". I was starting to get nervous. I started to think that instead of picking up my Nonni from the nursing home, we were actually eating dinner there instead! My fears were confirmed when they brought out a bowl that looked like white mush. And tasted the same. And as soon as you put it on your plate, it turned into the consistency of paste. But the "chef" was going to carve our turkey right at the table! That's something to look forward to. They roll out the table with the turkey on it. And then take it away again. Huh? Apparently, the turkey had been sitting out for awhile, and it was now cold. So they were going to bring us a new one. For $38.00 per person.
Did I mention that there were 14 of us for dinner? And out of those 14, there were 6 kids? The oldest being 12? And our reservations were at 2:00? And the main course was served at 4? And the entire time there were kids running everywhere?
I don't know about you, but when I was that age, if my ass even moved an inch from the seat without permission, I was in deep shit. Apparently, my family members did not raise their children the same way.** There were children under the table. Running around the table. Going to other tables. Screaming. Yelling. Making a freaking mess. At one point, I looked at the child sitting next to me at the table, and that child was eating salad with their hands. This child is 6. This same child a few minutes later was standing next to me (standing, not sitting) with their mouth full of turkey. I asked the child "are you allowed to walk around at home with your mouth full of food?" The child answered "No." I told the child "If you can't do it at home, what makes you think you can do it here? Sit down."
Maybe this is why I am not meant to be a parent. I just don't understand it. If that was my child, you can guarantee that my kids ass would be firmly in their chair. Even if I had to duct tape it there. What happened to the days when all a mother or father had to do was to look at their child and whatever bad behavior ceased immediately?
It's Thanksgiving. I love my family. I am thankful for my family. But this Thanksgiving? I am thankful to be sitting in my quiet apartment with my dog.
Hope you all had a good day!
**Note- In case my family stumbles across this, I am not naming the "child" or the sex of said "child".
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
"Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelope under that garbage."
Well...that is if this damn cold decides to give me a break and allow me to spend the day with my family. If not, it will be the first Thanksgiving that I've ever spent alone. Hmm...this could be a good thing.
The holidays have changed for our family in the past 6 years since my Dad passed away. It was so hard to get into the spirit for the first few years, and now we just wish we could skip it. Mom and I have decided that once my grandmother is no longer with us, we're going away for the holidays from now on. Vegas sounds good. Or an island somewhere. I'm sure this is not exclusive to my family.
Is it me, or does it seem to get worse every year? Last year we did dinner at my sister's house. There were 19 of us. It was a nightmare. Don't get me wrong, I love my sister. But having any kind of dinner at her house is NOT a good idea.
First off, she isn't that wonderful in the cooking department. And her house reflects this. My mother and I ended up doing all of the cooking. Of course, her oven didn't work, so we had to use my brother's upstairs. And of course she doesn't have any serving dishes, or utensils or, well, really anything for that matter. It was um...interesting.
So this year, my mom decided that we're all going out for dinner. This is a first for us. Out. For Thanksgiving Dinner. I mean, we're Italian. We're kind of fussy, you know? I don't know if you've ever had Thanksgiving dinner with an Italian family, but it's something you should experience. It's not just dinner. It's an event.
The "event" usually starts with all kinds of munchies. Then Mom's homemade Turkey soup, followed by a huge antipasto. Then a fruit and cheese platter. (you have to clear your palate, you know) Then there is usually a lasagna, or baked ziti or the like. And then...and only then...is the turkey and all the trimmings. And I mean ALL. If we're eating at my aunt's, then there is about 20 lbs of mashed potatoes. (She never thinks she makes enough). Squash, turnup, sweet potatoes, green beans, corn, carrots...and the list goes on....And we haven't even started on dessert yet. And of course, football.
What is going to happen at a restaurant? Granted, we have a private room, but is there going to be a TV? What are we going to do with all the kids before we eat? I mean, there are more traditions that I'm going to miss. I know everyone complains about cooking and clean up, but that is the time in our family that I love the most. The guys are all in the living room with the kids and the women are all in the kitchen talking trash about the men and working our way through a few bottles of wine. That's priceless.
And last of all, the tradition that my dad introduced me to years ago. The noon time sing along of "Alice's Restaurant". Is this just a New England thing? Does anyone else know about this classic? Or is it going away with the rest of the traditions?
Well, I know that at noon tomorrow, I will be sitting somewhere, singing along with Arlo Guthrie and wondering where the hell I'm going to get leftovers from.
"You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant..."
Happy Thanksgiving!
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Thank you!!!
First off, thank you to all that serve our country so I have freedom. Your selflessness is amazing and I salute you.C is in town for the week! Yay!! We both think that I should have today off of work since we're dating and he is in the Air Force. Somehow I don't think my boss will agree.
Have I ever mentioned how badly Boston traffic sucks??? It sucks a lot. Everyone is in a rush to get NO WHERE! And to all the idiots that think beeping your horn in traffic in a tunnel will get you anywhere? Um....you deserve a smack. Of course, me getting on the highway in the wrong direction didn't help matters any. I just don't get it. I did the same thing when I lived outside of Providence. I could never figure out if I had to go north or south. So C got a little tour of Boston while I figured out how to get us home. It took roughly and hour and a half to make a 30 minute drive.
So happy he is here. Did I mention that? Except for one thing. I have to work. Let me tell you, getting up to go to work sucks when he's home in bed snuggled in with the dog and cats. Ugh!!!
Home...I like the sound of that. I'm pretty settled in the new place. But let me tell you, having him there completes the apartment.
Do you think the Air Force will be pissy if I just keep him there? I'll have to think about that. I'm pretty sure they would frown upon it. Treason or something like that!
Friday, November 6, 2009
Will power!!!!
Shoes....purses.....droooool......My BFF sent me the following text message yesterday.
"You...Me...Tomorrow....Coach Outlet. I have coupons".
That bitch! There are two things that are my weakness. Purses and shoes.
I used to ride a Harley and be "one of the guys". A few years back, I was in an accident and I swear to god, it did something to my brain and turned me into a girly girl. I traded in riding boots for Jimmy Choo's. Saddlebags for Coach and Kate Spade.
So the mention of Coach Outlet...and coupons? I'm there.
So here is where the issue comes to play. I have a lot of things that need to be done in the new place to make it mine. Paint on the walls....new floors (the current ones look dirty no matter how many times I wash them), new curtains etc. Plus normal monthly bills.
I walk into the store determined not to buy anything. And then I smell it. Purses....leather...heaven. I think I walked around for almost 30 minutes with two bags in one hand and the coupon and credit card burning a hole in my hand in the other. I mean, we're talking 50% off on both bags already. Plus an additional 20%! And then BFF asked me the question.
"So, what color are you painting the living room?"
*sigh* ::shoulder droop::
Take the bags...Just take them. Put them back. I can't do it. And we left.
Then we walk by White House/Black Market. And there is the most amazing pair of shoes in the window. Hmm....it won't hurt to look.... $150.00 shoes. For $29.95. OMG! And they are comfortable. And they even look amazing even though I am in desperate need of a pedi. Come on! Shoes that still look good on un-pedicured toes??? For $29.95?!!! I must have them!!!
As I march up to the counter with my find, my now former BFF asks, "So where to you want to go look for curtains?"
*sigh*
Fine! Take them! Take the shoes! Make them go away!!! Do it fast!!!
To salvage my night, I did find cute curtains in a pretty blue for the living room for $9.95 a pair!
Oh and my BFF? I guess I'll keep her anyway. She told me I had to.
(I think I'm going back tomorrow for the shoes anyway....)
Friday, October 30, 2009
Bad dog! No cookie!
I'm slowly settling into the new place after the disaster of moving. I actually was excited to find my belt so I didn't have to walk around all day hiking up my jeans like an idiot. Still haven't located the box that contains my contact lenses though. I hate wearing my glasses in the rain.
The cats have become accustomed to the place for the most part. Salem hid for the first day and Max just walked around like a king. I was worried about how they would be. The one that I didn't worry about was THE DIVA. My Chihuahua. She usually fits right in anywhere as long as she's with me.
Apparently not this time. We've been having small issues with peeing in the house. Minnie has been puppy pad trained since I adopted her, and has never had a problem before. In the new apt, she has to walk through the kitchen to get to "her" bathroom. Diva has decided that she cannot walk on linoleum floors and does her Bambi on the ice impression.
It's quite pathetic and she has no problem running across the floor to get a cookie. Last night I constructed a path of towels from the living room right up to her "spot". She went and all was happy. Same thing this morning. Until....
I walked into the living room before I left for work and she looked right at me, squatted and pee'd on the rug! ARE YOU KIDDING ME! Well, Little Miss Spiteful is now in solitary confinement in the bathroom until I get home. I'll admit, I'm a little nervous to see what's going to await me.
I walked into the living room before I left for work and she looked right at me, squatted and pee'd on the rug! ARE YOU KIDDING ME! Well, Little Miss Spiteful is now in solitary confinement in the bathroom until I get home. I'll admit, I'm a little nervous to see what's going to await me.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Proceeding with Caution
So it's no secret that my dating life is usually less than wonderful. It's taken a strange twist over the past few months and I think I'm into something good. But of course, there are speedbumps in the road.
Step back in time a few months with me. I'm addicted to Facebook. And all the stupid little games that keep me from getting bored at night. So on one of those games when you can interact with others, I found myself talking a lot with C.
It started with football talk. Then emails, text messages, phone conversations and a nightly online date to chat. So we decided it was time to see if the connection we both felt transcended electronics into the real world. Of course there was a little matter of 1300 miles between us.
So we decided he would make the first trip. Let me tell you, I was a nervous wreck when I picked him up at the airport. But surprisingly it was only strange for about 15 minutes and then it was like we had known each other forever. I really had the best weekend!
We have so many things in common. I can relax and be the total dork that I am and he laughs along with me. He indulged my sense of the ridiculous when I wanted to watch the Yo-Yo Guy in front of Quincy Market.
And the topper was that he loves my dog! There are not many men who are secure petting a 4 lb Chihuahua. I had to check his bag when he left to make sure he didn't dognap her!
The bottom line? I finally find a guy that I can be myself with and he's 1300 miles away. Going to be interesting to see how this is going to work.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Moving Day- The day you find out who your friends are!
I've decided there is nothing worse than moving day. That's the time you really find out who your friends are.
I decided about a month ago to start looking for a new place for a few reasons. First, my commute was killing me. Second, there were more problems with the apartment I was residing in. I got tired of hearing "We'll send someone right over". Yeah, that never happened. The last straw was when I woke to find my bathroom flooded from the upstairs apartment for the 4th time. The landlord told me that the upstairs neighbors must have dripped water on the floor from the tub. Seriously? There was 3 inches of water in my tub. How much water did they "drip"?
So I started looking. I found this cute little place that was about 20 minutes from work, instead of the hour plus that I currently drive. And there were so many bonuses! Heat and hot water included. A fenced in back yard for the dog. A walk in closet for me! Yay!!
So while preparing for the move, I happened to watch a show on A&E about hoarders. And I was horrified.... (I know, bad pun!)
Ok, granted, I'm not that bad, but I am a bit of a pack rat. And the way I figure is those people had to start somewhere. So I began the mission of throwing things away. Apparently I didn't throw enough out. I don't know where I had half the crap that I moved to the new place, but it became very clear that it wasn't going to fit in the new apartment.
Along with my couch. Which is not paid off yet. And is now sitting soaking wet (did I mention it rained during the move?)on the curb. There was no way that sucker was getting in the apt. We tried everything! At one point while trying to fit it through the door with my father, he said "it's not going in there". At this point I was pretty bitchy about the entire thing and the following exchanged happened:
Me: Fine! Just move it back out!
Dad: I'm telling you that it's not getting in there.
Me: Fine! Take it out!
Dad: Nora, the couch is not getting in.
Me: How many different ways do I have to say FINE TAKE IT OUT!
Dad: You don't talk to me that way! I'll smack you in the mouth!
I felt 12 yrs old. After I apologized to him, I said, "Daddy, can you still smack me in the mouth when I'm 36?" We both laughed at that and decided that I'm stubborn like him, so it's his fault anyway.
Oh yes, back to moving day. You realize who your friends are when you move. Apparently I have two. I was told by all these people, "I'll be there! No problem! I have a truck!" blah blah blah...
Thank god I had the foresight to hire movers for a few hours. Other than my best friends that lived next door to the old place, no one showed. Or called. WTF? Seriously? So other than the moving crew that I only had for 2 hours, my moving team consisted of my 63 yr old father, my 68 yr old step-mother that has vertigo and COPD, my 60 yr old mother, who not only has one lung, but was also sick, my brother and my two best friends. It made for a long ass day. Did I mention it was raining?
Now the fun part. Unpacking. God bless my parents. The two moms set up my entire kitchen. Dad put the bed together. So that was one less thing to worry about. But this morning, I realized that my makeup is still packed. I couldn't find my contacts. Couldn't find a belt. Or the other shoe to the pair I wanted to wear today.
I'm never moving again.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Why even ask???
About three weeks ago, I finally got my vacation! Mom and I went on a last minute cruise to Mexico for 10 glorious days! We sailed out of L.A. which meant I had to get from Boston to California. I hate flying, so when we got to the airport, I decided that a few drinks to relax were in order. We're sitting in the bar gearing up for the flight with a few Jack & Cokes and talking about our trip when the bartender starts coming on really strong. I figured, what the hell, he's cute, I'm on vacation, I'll flirt a bit.
He made a few comments here and there about wanting to take me out. He didn't seem like the smartest guy, but he was cute, so we exchanged numbers. Pretty good for the ego right before I have to put on a bathing suit.
I'll post more about the trip later.
So, he sent me a few text messages over the next couple of days. Mom made the comment that he seemed "needy".
I got a text message from him Friday night saying hello and that I "owed" him cuddle time. Um...huh? I don't even know you yet buddy. So I suggested we meet for a drink first.
Hello...slow the Steel Magnolia moment down.
We made plans to meet at a local cafe Monday night at 6. At 5, the following text dialog happened. (The names or spelling have NOT been changed to protect the stupid)
Mark-"Nora, im going to be honest with u i dont think we would be a match not going to cafe take care."
Me-" Ok. No worries"
Mark-"U r not upset?"
Me-"Not at all. I agree. We both know that I am way to good for you anyway. Take care!"
Number deleted....
Is it shallow of me to want to date someone who can spell out the big words and use correct punctuation? Narrowly averted disaster on that one.
The burning question...if you don't think we're a match, then why the hell ask me out in the first place?
Mark at Cisco Brew Pub in Logan airport? Here's your sign
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned"
Finally!!! The months of lying to my mother are OVER!!! I'm going to be saying Hail Mary's and Our Father's until my knees are bleeding!!! I haven't been able to post about what been keeping me busy for the last few months in case Mom's decided to stop on by. I've been planning her 60th birthday party for the last three months and it was this past weekend, so now I can finally talk about it. So much work, but so worth it. My mom is the best!
My sister and I decided to plan a party. My sister has four kids and is a single mom. So that means I planned the party. Of course, Lil' Sis is loaded, so the deal was that I do all the planning and get the supplies and she would pay the catering bill. Ok...is it bad that I said fine??
But man, I was a basket case. I'm horrible at lying to begin with. And it's even worse when I try to lie to my mother. The woman just knows and manages to get it out of me. I have no idea how I managed to keep it from her.
On top of it, we decided to do family pictures that she's been begging for for years. Of course, guess who arranged that one? You got it. Me. It wasn't too bad and my friend Terri is an INCREDIBLE photographer!
We decided to do a beach theme since my mom loves the beach. There is a little place at the shore that my mom and I go to every year after a day at the beach for steamers and lobsters, so we decided to have the party there. It was the perfect location. I had special invites made up that were a message in a bottle. Then I saw a picture of the perfect cake. But they wanted $500.00 to make it. Well, I decided to make it myself. Yeah...don't know if I'll be doing that one again!!! It took me three days to make the cake. Everything on it is edible. But it came out awesome and my Mom and the family were wicked impressed.
There is no way she looks 60!!She was so surprised by the entire thing. We spent the night at a hotel at the shore and then the next day at the beach. It was a total blast. I'll post more pics when I get a chance. Now I'm off to plan a road trip for Mom and I from LA to San Francisco.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Are.You.Serious.
What is wrong with men? Seriously. The ex that I mentioned in the previous post just did not take the hint. Not that it was bad enough that he told me that he would cheat on his wife with me, he took it one step farther and sent me a text message. Of his penis. With the following caption:
"FW: Do you have someplace to put this? Love you baby".
Did you notice the first part of the caption? The part that says "FW:"?
That's right. He forwarded on the text that he had SENT TO HIS WIFE!!!
ARE.YOU.SERIOUS?
So I sent him a message thanking him for sending me a text that he had sent to his wife. Asked him to send me a wedding picture as well, because that would just really make my day.
Seriously. Who does that? Did he really think it would change my mind? Hmmm. Let's see. We lived together for 7 years. You didn't marry me. You married her after less than two years, but yet you want me to allow you to stick your dick in me? While your married. Yeah, I don't think so pal.
I will admit that I contemplated posting the picture, but even I'm not that cruel. Well, maybe I'm not. I'm still thinking about it.
If this is what is out there, then you know what? I'm all set. I'm quite happy being single.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Long time...
God, I didn't realize how long it's really been since I posted! It's amazing to me that my life has been extremely busy, yet, I haven't had anything to say. So I'll try to condense what I can remember, and hope that Faith will forgive me for being away so long.
First off...Max is still fighting, thank god. It's probably not going to be much longer, so I've been hanging with him and letting him sleep on my lap a lot. Which means I haven't been able to type. He's giving me a break for a few minutes. It's been very strange thinking of life with out him around.
Then my ex Scott came into the picture. We've been apart for about three years now. Max and I allowed him to live with us for almost 7 years. He knows that Max's days are numbered and since he'll be here visiting his family (he lives in S.C. and has been married for about two years now). Would I mind if he came to see Max. Ok...fine. I'm ok with that. There are no hard feelings, and he was with Max and I for a long time. And me, in my oblivious little world that thinks the best of everyone, didn't realize that allowing him to see Max opened up the flood gates of :
"Do you remember that night.." (yeah, I remember that night. And it's OVER!)
"How about that time we went camping..." (I DESPISE camping, And always have.)
"Do you remember the night we met?" (yeah....you were rude!)
And the kicker.....
"You're the only one I would cheat on my wife with" (I don't think so...)
I mean seriously. Are you kidding me? Once you said "I do", for me that became "I won't". EVER!
I did let him visit, but made it clear that it was ONLY to visit the cat. I mean seriously. Did he not realize what it's like to know that I was with him for 7 years, and he never married me, and then marry a woman (that ironically, I gave him dating tips for) that he knew for less than 2 years? Yeah, I don't think so.
It's been a strange time for me when it comes to men. I've been dating on and off. I met one guy and our first date was taking our dogs to the dog park. It was nice. I thought there was potential there. He was willing to not rush me. Now, he's just boring me. Please...for the love of god, please don't text message me unless you actually have something to say!!!
"How was your day? I'm going out for a bit, talk to you later" does not constitute as a reason to text message me!! And if you want to make plans with me...just ASK! I hate the beating around the bush crap of :
Him- "What are you doing this weekend"
Me- "I have a few errands to run, and going out with friends Friday night"
Him- "Oh. I have no plans all weekend. Guess I'll just hang out at home alone with my dog all weekend".
Me: "Oh....That's nice."
And I know that he's waiting for me to ask him to do something over the weekend. Sorry...If you want to date me, you need to put in a little more effort than that. Why can't people just be straight forward?
Then two strange things happened to me this weekend. I went out with a good friend of mine Friday night that I have known for YEARS! We always have a blast together, and there are no romantic interest on his part or mine. But, 10 martini's later...we're kissing in the parking lot. How the hell did that happen? Even though it was very,very nice, I don't think it's something I want to revisit. I adore him, but there are things about him that I can't stand. Being shallow for one.
Flash forward to Saturday night.
Another friend of mine, Jay, stores his motorcycle in my garage during the summer. So when he dropped off the bike for the night, he came up to visit. Gave him the customary hug and kiss and he's got to go and try to make it A KISS.
I mean, seriously. WTF is going on? Is it because I really don't want to be bothered right now? Maybe it's because the one guy that I wish would want me, doesn't?
Which is another thing all together. I adore this guy, that will remain nameless at this time. We had a great friendship, a great physical relationship, but he doesn't want to be involved with me romantically. So I have to settle for the friend route. I don't have a choice in the matter. I guess I'd rather have his friendship, than nothing at all. But damn, when I sit there and listen to him talk about these girls that he's dating that break his heart and don't appreciate him I just want to say "HEY!! You have someone sitting right in front of you that would give you the world on a silver platter! Wake the hell up!!!"
But as my wise Dad told me..." No one ever said life was fair".
And that folks, is my rant for the night.
First off...Max is still fighting, thank god. It's probably not going to be much longer, so I've been hanging with him and letting him sleep on my lap a lot. Which means I haven't been able to type. He's giving me a break for a few minutes. It's been very strange thinking of life with out him around.
Then my ex Scott came into the picture. We've been apart for about three years now. Max and I allowed him to live with us for almost 7 years. He knows that Max's days are numbered and since he'll be here visiting his family (he lives in S.C. and has been married for about two years now). Would I mind if he came to see Max. Ok...fine. I'm ok with that. There are no hard feelings, and he was with Max and I for a long time. And me, in my oblivious little world that thinks the best of everyone, didn't realize that allowing him to see Max opened up the flood gates of :
"Do you remember that night.." (yeah, I remember that night. And it's OVER!)
"How about that time we went camping..." (I DESPISE camping, And always have.)
"Do you remember the night we met?" (yeah....you were rude!)
And the kicker.....
"You're the only one I would cheat on my wife with" (I don't think so...)
I mean seriously. Are you kidding me? Once you said "I do", for me that became "I won't". EVER!
I did let him visit, but made it clear that it was ONLY to visit the cat. I mean seriously. Did he not realize what it's like to know that I was with him for 7 years, and he never married me, and then marry a woman (that ironically, I gave him dating tips for) that he knew for less than 2 years? Yeah, I don't think so.
It's been a strange time for me when it comes to men. I've been dating on and off. I met one guy and our first date was taking our dogs to the dog park. It was nice. I thought there was potential there. He was willing to not rush me. Now, he's just boring me. Please...for the love of god, please don't text message me unless you actually have something to say!!!
"How was your day? I'm going out for a bit, talk to you later" does not constitute as a reason to text message me!! And if you want to make plans with me...just ASK! I hate the beating around the bush crap of :
Him- "What are you doing this weekend"
Me- "I have a few errands to run, and going out with friends Friday night"
Him- "Oh. I have no plans all weekend. Guess I'll just hang out at home alone with my dog all weekend".
Me: "Oh....That's nice."
And I know that he's waiting for me to ask him to do something over the weekend. Sorry...If you want to date me, you need to put in a little more effort than that. Why can't people just be straight forward?
Then two strange things happened to me this weekend. I went out with a good friend of mine Friday night that I have known for YEARS! We always have a blast together, and there are no romantic interest on his part or mine. But, 10 martini's later...we're kissing in the parking lot. How the hell did that happen? Even though it was very,very nice, I don't think it's something I want to revisit. I adore him, but there are things about him that I can't stand. Being shallow for one.
Flash forward to Saturday night.
Another friend of mine, Jay, stores his motorcycle in my garage during the summer. So when he dropped off the bike for the night, he came up to visit. Gave him the customary hug and kiss and he's got to go and try to make it A KISS.
I mean, seriously. WTF is going on? Is it because I really don't want to be bothered right now? Maybe it's because the one guy that I wish would want me, doesn't?
Which is another thing all together. I adore this guy, that will remain nameless at this time. We had a great friendship, a great physical relationship, but he doesn't want to be involved with me romantically. So I have to settle for the friend route. I don't have a choice in the matter. I guess I'd rather have his friendship, than nothing at all. But damn, when I sit there and listen to him talk about these girls that he's dating that break his heart and don't appreciate him I just want to say "HEY!! You have someone sitting right in front of you that would give you the world on a silver platter! Wake the hell up!!!"
But as my wise Dad told me..." No one ever said life was fair".
And that folks, is my rant for the night.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Yeah, That's right, it's my fault.
I'm not sure how I went from the best weekend to a nasty week.
First off, it was my birthday on Sunday and we got the whole family together which was awesome. And the weather was beautiful. It's never nice on my birthday. It's been 90 degrees here the past four days. Now, I live in New England, so that is pretty much unheard of in April. I loved it!! But much like the New England weather, wait 5 minutes, and that will change.
Oh boy, did it ever. My sweet boy Max had to go to the vet on Tuesday. He's 17, and hasn't been feeling up to snuff. $291.10, and two hours later, the results are in. Max is in the beginning stages of kidney failure. I'm devastated. We're going to try and keep him comfortable, but it doesn't look to good in the long run. Could be as much as a year, could be a few months. We'll have to see. It's tough because Max is my boy. I've had him for 17 years. I got him two weeks after I moved out of my parents house and he's been the longest relationship I've had! He's been through more states, apartments and my dates, and yet he still loves me unconditionally. And he's so sweet. I mean, how could you not love this face?
First off, it was my birthday on Sunday and we got the whole family together which was awesome. And the weather was beautiful. It's never nice on my birthday. It's been 90 degrees here the past four days. Now, I live in New England, so that is pretty much unheard of in April. I loved it!! But much like the New England weather, wait 5 minutes, and that will change.
Oh boy, did it ever. My sweet boy Max had to go to the vet on Tuesday. He's 17, and hasn't been feeling up to snuff. $291.10, and two hours later, the results are in. Max is in the beginning stages of kidney failure. I'm devastated. We're going to try and keep him comfortable, but it doesn't look to good in the long run. Could be as much as a year, could be a few months. We'll have to see. It's tough because Max is my boy. I've had him for 17 years. I got him two weeks after I moved out of my parents house and he's been the longest relationship I've had! He's been through more states, apartments and my dates, and yet he still loves me unconditionally. And he's so sweet. I mean, how could you not love this face?
You're going to stick that WHERE???
Then there is today. I don't understand why some people can't take responsibility for their own actions, yet blame others for their lack of success.
Most days I really like my job. I enjoy the clients I work with and look forward to the new challenges that each day brings. And not to sound snooty, but I'm damn good at my job. Even if I didn't like it, I make sure I give 100% to my clients. I set pretty high standards for myself. The problem is that I expect others to hold themselves to those same standards, and rarely do they meet expectations. There is a man that I've worked with for the past year. We'll call him Steve. Steve and I were hired the same day and began our training for our job at the same time. He had an advantage as he had more experience than I did, and was hired at a higher level than me. On our first meeting, we had to share a rental car. He didn't offer to let me drive, told me I would have to ask him for it if I needed it, and I better not smoke in the car. The next day I got my own rental. Over the next week of training, I got to know my other co-workers in the home office and started to develop relationships with them. Steve treated them all with disdain. As if they were not as intelligent because they are from the South, and we are from the North. When I left to come back, I walked around and said goodbye to people I'd be working with and expressed that I was looking forward to working with them. Steve just left without a word.
Over the past few months, Steve has been a huge slacker at his job. Letting client requests slide for weeks, and in some cases over a month. Management put him on notice and told him he had to step up. Well, instead of doing anything about it, he made snarky little comments to me for the past month that it was my fault he got a notice. Well, the shit hit the fan today. Our boss flew up and gave him his walking papers. He said goodbye to everyone in the office, and those who weren't an email. Except me. He didn't say a word. Just walked out the door. It wasn't my fault that he didn't do his job and I did. I didn't make him look bad, he did that himself. Plus, I found out that he was given a verbal warning and three written warnings and still didn't change his actions! But yet blames me!!! He had over three months to correct the issues.
I just don't understand how somewhere in his narrow little web-surfing republican mind that this was my fault. And what do I get for my performance? I have to take on all of his clients, plus mine for the same pay as I've always made. Oh well. I like a challenge. And I like my job. I made a commitment to this company and I intend to live up to it. It's not my fault if others don't do the same.
Then there is today. I don't understand why some people can't take responsibility for their own actions, yet blame others for their lack of success.
Most days I really like my job. I enjoy the clients I work with and look forward to the new challenges that each day brings. And not to sound snooty, but I'm damn good at my job. Even if I didn't like it, I make sure I give 100% to my clients. I set pretty high standards for myself. The problem is that I expect others to hold themselves to those same standards, and rarely do they meet expectations. There is a man that I've worked with for the past year. We'll call him Steve. Steve and I were hired the same day and began our training for our job at the same time. He had an advantage as he had more experience than I did, and was hired at a higher level than me. On our first meeting, we had to share a rental car. He didn't offer to let me drive, told me I would have to ask him for it if I needed it, and I better not smoke in the car. The next day I got my own rental. Over the next week of training, I got to know my other co-workers in the home office and started to develop relationships with them. Steve treated them all with disdain. As if they were not as intelligent because they are from the South, and we are from the North. When I left to come back, I walked around and said goodbye to people I'd be working with and expressed that I was looking forward to working with them. Steve just left without a word.
Over the past few months, Steve has been a huge slacker at his job. Letting client requests slide for weeks, and in some cases over a month. Management put him on notice and told him he had to step up. Well, instead of doing anything about it, he made snarky little comments to me for the past month that it was my fault he got a notice. Well, the shit hit the fan today. Our boss flew up and gave him his walking papers. He said goodbye to everyone in the office, and those who weren't an email. Except me. He didn't say a word. Just walked out the door. It wasn't my fault that he didn't do his job and I did. I didn't make him look bad, he did that himself. Plus, I found out that he was given a verbal warning and three written warnings and still didn't change his actions! But yet blames me!!! He had over three months to correct the issues.
I just don't understand how somewhere in his narrow little web-surfing republican mind that this was my fault. And what do I get for my performance? I have to take on all of his clients, plus mine for the same pay as I've always made. Oh well. I like a challenge. And I like my job. I made a commitment to this company and I intend to live up to it. It's not my fault if others don't do the same.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Dating
Have I mentioned lately how much I despise dating? Um, yeah. I don't know if it's because I'm getting older and have less tolerance for it? Or dating via text? Is it so difficult to pick up the phone and make a quick call? You don't have to have a two hour conversation, but if you're going to try to make plans for a first date, I think it's kind of tacky to do it via text.
I met a guy a few weeks ago when I was out with my girlfriends. Honestly, I was skeptical at first because the guy was young. 11 years younger. But hey, I was flattered at the same time. So I gave it a shot. We talked for a bit, and he seemed like an ok guy. And at the very least, I'd get dinner out of it.
Then the text messages started the next day. Can you have dinner tonight? This, of course after I'd already told him I would be away for the rest of the weekend. So he switched it to one night during the week. Ok, great. Then he cancelled. Then makes plans for the following Saturday. And never called to make arrangements where to meet. I sent a message. No response. Until midnight on Sunday. I mean, seriously. Then he had the nerve to ask to "Make it up to me". Are you serious? Three strikes and you're out, pal. So I politely told him to lose my number and let me know when he grows up and becomes a real man.
The best part was when he called me two nights later at 1 am asking if "Greg is there". Ok, your number came up on my phone, dumb ass. Did you think I would not realize who it was? Note to self- always listen to your gut. I knew I was skeptical for a reason.
Not sure why I'm getting asked out by guys that are 10 years or so younger. I mean, I'm lucky, I don't think I look almost 36. But do they think that I'm hard up or something? This whole "cougar" movement is really screwing with my love life. How can I have a relationship with someone who wasn't even born until the 80's?? Unless you lived through the torture of 80's music and the horrible clothes of the 70's, we really have nothing to talk about!
Then I heard from an old friend who is just getting back into the dating scene after a divorce. We agreed to meet for dinner. Very attractive man. We have similar interests and we're both single. I was looking forward to it. So we made plans for dinner on Saturday at 7.
He showed up at 8.
Ok, he did have a valid reason for being late. But still. Is a phone call or even a text too much to ask for? "Hey, I'm running late, I'll call when I'm almost there." I don't think that's too much to ask for really. Is it that I just have certain standards that I expect people to meet? Is it unreasonable to expect common courtesy?
My grandfather asked me once why I had never married. I told him, "Papa, I'm waiting to meet a man just like you!" Well, I'm still waiting. And starting to think that my grandfather was one of a kind.
I met a guy a few weeks ago when I was out with my girlfriends. Honestly, I was skeptical at first because the guy was young. 11 years younger. But hey, I was flattered at the same time. So I gave it a shot. We talked for a bit, and he seemed like an ok guy. And at the very least, I'd get dinner out of it.
Then the text messages started the next day. Can you have dinner tonight? This, of course after I'd already told him I would be away for the rest of the weekend. So he switched it to one night during the week. Ok, great. Then he cancelled. Then makes plans for the following Saturday. And never called to make arrangements where to meet. I sent a message. No response. Until midnight on Sunday. I mean, seriously. Then he had the nerve to ask to "Make it up to me". Are you serious? Three strikes and you're out, pal. So I politely told him to lose my number and let me know when he grows up and becomes a real man.
The best part was when he called me two nights later at 1 am asking if "Greg is there". Ok, your number came up on my phone, dumb ass. Did you think I would not realize who it was? Note to self- always listen to your gut. I knew I was skeptical for a reason.
Not sure why I'm getting asked out by guys that are 10 years or so younger. I mean, I'm lucky, I don't think I look almost 36. But do they think that I'm hard up or something? This whole "cougar" movement is really screwing with my love life. How can I have a relationship with someone who wasn't even born until the 80's?? Unless you lived through the torture of 80's music and the horrible clothes of the 70's, we really have nothing to talk about!
Then I heard from an old friend who is just getting back into the dating scene after a divorce. We agreed to meet for dinner. Very attractive man. We have similar interests and we're both single. I was looking forward to it. So we made plans for dinner on Saturday at 7.
He showed up at 8.
Ok, he did have a valid reason for being late. But still. Is a phone call or even a text too much to ask for? "Hey, I'm running late, I'll call when I'm almost there." I don't think that's too much to ask for really. Is it that I just have certain standards that I expect people to meet? Is it unreasonable to expect common courtesy?
My grandfather asked me once why I had never married. I told him, "Papa, I'm waiting to meet a man just like you!" Well, I'm still waiting. And starting to think that my grandfather was one of a kind.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Life Makeover
I've decided that I need a total life makeover. Part of this could be because of the upcoming birthday that is rapidly approaching like a freight train bearing down on Nell Fenwick tied to the tracks.
Yeah, Where is the damn Canadian Mountie when I need him?
I've been taking stock and have found much coming up lacking. Granted, I'm better off than most people. I have a job. I have a new car that's paid for. I have a wonderful family, and great friends.
But I have no life. Seriously. How does one get a life? I started the gym this week, in preparation of actually having a life. The goal is to lose 40 lbs. Got my first reality check there. Holy shit, am I out of shape. I had a session with the trainer at the gym that totally kicked my ass and made me totally disgusted with myself. I thought it was strange that all of the exercises they showed me didn't involve any of the equipment. I mean, I could do all this stuff at home.
So, I know what I have to do. Then...it happens. They try to sell me the "training package". Ok. It's part of the job. They present all the benefits of working with a trainer, and I am totally psyched for this! Great! Someone that will kick my ass into shape. Then they give me the prices. I have to sign a contract for either 3, 6 or 12 months. Enrollment fee $149. Plus $60 a session for a 1/2 hour! On top of the $40 a month that I pay just to go to the gym!
I double checked the price list, and I totally didn't see anything about dinner and foreplay included in the ass fucking they are offering. I mean, they could at least throw in complementary lube.
Then my friend tried to get me to join one of those on-line meet people sites. And they asked what my hobbies are. Um...yeah. What the hell do I do? Let's see. I read. A lot. Not really a group activity. I walk the dog. At least until she gets tired after 4 blocks. Then I carry her. Then it dawned on me. I really have no life.
So I made the big mistake of talking to my Mom. Though I have admitted that Mom is awesome, but sometimes she gets totally in Mom "lecture" mode, and all it does it get me pissed off. Spouting off all the pearls of wisdom that Mom's do.
"The only one who can change your life is you!"
"You have to be happy with yourself before you can be happy with someone else".
"You need to get out more with your friends"
And it went on and on and on for about 20 minutes. Yes, this is all great advice. But where the hell do you start?? What happened to the idealistic girl in her 20's that was ready to conquer everything and enjoy life to the fullest? What happened to the passion for life that I used to have? The only thing I can think of is that she turned 30. And started worrying more about making everyone else happy. I lost sight of what I wanted from life. How do you get that back?
So if you have any suggestions on where the hell to start, please pass it on. I need all the help I can get.
Yeah, Where is the damn Canadian Mountie when I need him?
I've been taking stock and have found much coming up lacking. Granted, I'm better off than most people. I have a job. I have a new car that's paid for. I have a wonderful family, and great friends.
But I have no life. Seriously. How does one get a life? I started the gym this week, in preparation of actually having a life. The goal is to lose 40 lbs. Got my first reality check there. Holy shit, am I out of shape. I had a session with the trainer at the gym that totally kicked my ass and made me totally disgusted with myself. I thought it was strange that all of the exercises they showed me didn't involve any of the equipment. I mean, I could do all this stuff at home.
So, I know what I have to do. Then...it happens. They try to sell me the "training package". Ok. It's part of the job. They present all the benefits of working with a trainer, and I am totally psyched for this! Great! Someone that will kick my ass into shape. Then they give me the prices. I have to sign a contract for either 3, 6 or 12 months. Enrollment fee $149. Plus $60 a session for a 1/2 hour! On top of the $40 a month that I pay just to go to the gym!
I double checked the price list, and I totally didn't see anything about dinner and foreplay included in the ass fucking they are offering. I mean, they could at least throw in complementary lube.
Then my friend tried to get me to join one of those on-line meet people sites. And they asked what my hobbies are. Um...yeah. What the hell do I do? Let's see. I read. A lot. Not really a group activity. I walk the dog. At least until she gets tired after 4 blocks. Then I carry her. Then it dawned on me. I really have no life.
So I made the big mistake of talking to my Mom. Though I have admitted that Mom is awesome, but sometimes she gets totally in Mom "lecture" mode, and all it does it get me pissed off. Spouting off all the pearls of wisdom that Mom's do.
"The only one who can change your life is you!"
"You have to be happy with yourself before you can be happy with someone else".
"You need to get out more with your friends"
And it went on and on and on for about 20 minutes. Yes, this is all great advice. But where the hell do you start?? What happened to the idealistic girl in her 20's that was ready to conquer everything and enjoy life to the fullest? What happened to the passion for life that I used to have? The only thing I can think of is that she turned 30. And started worrying more about making everyone else happy. I lost sight of what I wanted from life. How do you get that back?
So if you have any suggestions on where the hell to start, please pass it on. I need all the help I can get.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
A few quick hits....
I've been slacking a bit, I know! (Sorry Faith). So here are a few quick hits and updates.
1. The family is all finally home! I can finally relax and plan my own vacation. And I can tell you, I won't be calling any of them!
2. I still say it was not a date. But...my friend could teach some of the guys I've been out with a few lessons on how to treat a woman on a date. Not only did he insist on paying for dinner, he kept up his end of the conversation and did not spend the entire time staring at my breasts.
On to new business.
When the ex and I split, he included a bookmark that his son had made me for valentine's day in the box with my things. Now, not being a cruel person, I decided I had to acknowledge it. So I sent him a thank you note telling him how much I loved it. He drew pictures of the dogs on it. Very cute. I figured that it was up to the ex to decide to give it to him or not. What I didn't expect is that his son would call me from the grandmother's phone. Sigh...I thanked him again, but apparently the ex figured it was a good idea to not tell the kid that we're not dating anymore. Yeah, really great. So when the kid asked when he would see me, I told him he really had to just talk to his father about that. I felt like a shit.
Last thought of the day. Whoever came up with the great idea of "Spin" classes should be beaten. No, worse than that. They should be drawn and quartered.
I went to my first spin class on Sunday. All of my friends have raved about the classes and how much I'll love it. I woke up bright and early Sunday morning to go to my first class at 9:15. Now this is huge for me, because I am not a morning person, and Sunday's are made for sleeping in.
So I arrive at the gym in my little workout clothes with my bottle of water and towel. The class is pretty crowded for a Sunday morning with people of all sizes and ages. A lot of them were a lot heavier than I am. I thought to myself "Ha! Piece of cake!"
Then the perky Irish instructor comes in with her little blonde pony tale and fit, toned body. I hated her at first sight. Then the class began. 55 minutes of hell. Stand up, sit down! I felt like I was at church. After the first 10 minutes I was praying to god like I was in church!
I start to realize a few things.
1- I am WAY out of shape.
2- The sweats I'm wearing make my thighs look like jello stuffed in gray sausage casing.
3- The sweats look ok at home. Where no one can see me.
4- I'm so short that when I try to stand and pedal, the seat repeatedly slams into my ass/crotch.
5- I wonder if I will have to have the seat extracted from my ass in the ER.
6- Why is the 65 yr old lady next to me making this look easy, damn her?
Oh, who am I kidding? I lasted 30 minutes and three days later, my ass still hurts.
1. The family is all finally home! I can finally relax and plan my own vacation. And I can tell you, I won't be calling any of them!
2. I still say it was not a date. But...my friend could teach some of the guys I've been out with a few lessons on how to treat a woman on a date. Not only did he insist on paying for dinner, he kept up his end of the conversation and did not spend the entire time staring at my breasts.
On to new business.
When the ex and I split, he included a bookmark that his son had made me for valentine's day in the box with my things. Now, not being a cruel person, I decided I had to acknowledge it. So I sent him a thank you note telling him how much I loved it. He drew pictures of the dogs on it. Very cute. I figured that it was up to the ex to decide to give it to him or not. What I didn't expect is that his son would call me from the grandmother's phone. Sigh...I thanked him again, but apparently the ex figured it was a good idea to not tell the kid that we're not dating anymore. Yeah, really great. So when the kid asked when he would see me, I told him he really had to just talk to his father about that. I felt like a shit.
Last thought of the day. Whoever came up with the great idea of "Spin" classes should be beaten. No, worse than that. They should be drawn and quartered.
I went to my first spin class on Sunday. All of my friends have raved about the classes and how much I'll love it. I woke up bright and early Sunday morning to go to my first class at 9:15. Now this is huge for me, because I am not a morning person, and Sunday's are made for sleeping in.
So I arrive at the gym in my little workout clothes with my bottle of water and towel. The class is pretty crowded for a Sunday morning with people of all sizes and ages. A lot of them were a lot heavier than I am. I thought to myself "Ha! Piece of cake!"
Then the perky Irish instructor comes in with her little blonde pony tale and fit, toned body. I hated her at first sight. Then the class began. 55 minutes of hell. Stand up, sit down! I felt like I was at church. After the first 10 minutes I was praying to god like I was in church!
I start to realize a few things.
1- I am WAY out of shape.
2- The sweats I'm wearing make my thighs look like jello stuffed in gray sausage casing.
3- The sweats look ok at home. Where no one can see me.
4- I'm so short that when I try to stand and pedal, the seat repeatedly slams into my ass/crotch.
5- I wonder if I will have to have the seat extracted from my ass in the ER.
6- Why is the 65 yr old lady next to me making this look easy, damn her?
Oh, who am I kidding? I lasted 30 minutes and three days later, my ass still hurts.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
A Date? Or not a date?
I had to pick Mom and Sis up from the airport on Tuesday. So at lunch, I ran out to fill up the car with gas because Boston traffic sucks, and you never know how long you'll be sitting in it. I wasn't going to take my chances with a half a tank of gas. I was having a pretty good day, and had actually gotten up early so I had taken my time with hair and makeup. Thank god!
Now this is a pretty good size station. They have like 8 pumps on each side of an island. As I'm standing there pumping gas, a truck pulls up behind me and a guy gets out and I gave a quick glance, and looked away. The guy is talking on a cell. Then I hear his voice. I look again, and realize it's an old friend of mine. We haven't seen each other in about three years and lost touch. And the funny part is that he didn't recognize me until he heard my voice. I've cut my hair and it's straight (when I take the time to battle all the curls). We exchanged numbers with promises to get together soon.
Now, we met through another friend years ago who wanted us to meet because he thought we'd hit it off. And we did. As friends. The timing just was never right. And then I see him this week. He looks wonderful. We had a great chat on the phone the other night and we're having dinner tomorrow. And part of me wonders if this is the time?
I mean, what are the odds of us running into each other like that? I live an hour away and though he works in the same town as I do, we haven't run into each other in the year I've been working here. I usually get my gas closer to home, and he was actually supposed to be working that day, but ended up having the afternoon off. Five minutes in either direction and we would have totally missed each other.
But...I'm in that "I want no part of dating" mode, so is this a date or not a date? I'm thinking I should just consider it as dinner between old friends. I don't want to rush into anything, but honestly, I haven't had sex since Christmas. I mean WTF....it feels like FOREVER.
In my personal "date or not a date" guidebook, it states if you don't shave your legs, then it's not a date. That covers two things. It makes it not a date, and it makes sure I keep my clothes on, so it might just be a solution.
I'll keep you posted.
Now this is a pretty good size station. They have like 8 pumps on each side of an island. As I'm standing there pumping gas, a truck pulls up behind me and a guy gets out and I gave a quick glance, and looked away. The guy is talking on a cell. Then I hear his voice. I look again, and realize it's an old friend of mine. We haven't seen each other in about three years and lost touch. And the funny part is that he didn't recognize me until he heard my voice. I've cut my hair and it's straight (when I take the time to battle all the curls). We exchanged numbers with promises to get together soon.
Now, we met through another friend years ago who wanted us to meet because he thought we'd hit it off. And we did. As friends. The timing just was never right. And then I see him this week. He looks wonderful. We had a great chat on the phone the other night and we're having dinner tomorrow. And part of me wonders if this is the time?
I mean, what are the odds of us running into each other like that? I live an hour away and though he works in the same town as I do, we haven't run into each other in the year I've been working here. I usually get my gas closer to home, and he was actually supposed to be working that day, but ended up having the afternoon off. Five minutes in either direction and we would have totally missed each other.
But...I'm in that "I want no part of dating" mode, so is this a date or not a date? I'm thinking I should just consider it as dinner between old friends. I don't want to rush into anything, but honestly, I haven't had sex since Christmas. I mean WTF....it feels like FOREVER.
In my personal "date or not a date" guidebook, it states if you don't shave your legs, then it's not a date. That covers two things. It makes it not a date, and it makes sure I keep my clothes on, so it might just be a solution.
I'll keep you posted.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Concierge Service
I've decided that I need to start charging my family for concierge services. Seriously. As I previously mentioned, I offered to drive Mom and Sis to the airport. I warned Sis that she better be ready to go when I get there at 6 am.
Of course she wasn't. I purposely got there 20 minutes early because I knew I'd have to whip her into shape. When I walked in the house she was still stuffing clothes into a suitcase. One of three. Not counting her purse and carry on. Um...no. I don't think so. I asked her what was in the second suitcase and she said "shoes". Are you kidding me? They are only going from Wednesday to Monday!! She had 10 different workout clothes, at least 20 little hootchie dresses (she's a mother of 4...um, yeah), 25 shirts, enough bra's and underwear for a month! She could have totally dressed corner of prostitutes for a month! And then a garment bag for her business clothes! At least 7 different suits! And they were all shoved in there with no order.
Um, yeah. No. Told her straight up, no way in hell. So at 5:40 in the morning, I repacked her suitcase. I got her down to one suitcase, a garment bag, carry-on and her purse. Then there was my Mom with her suitcase, carry on and purse. I swear to god, when I dropped them off at the airport they looked like the Beverly Hillbillies.
After safely delivering them to the airport, I drive to work to arrange to have Dad's wife's coat shipped back. What the hell ever happened to southern hospitality? They will ship it back if I send down a shipping bag, label with the account number on it. I mean, seriously. I was going to give them the account number over the phone! So not only do I have to pay to get the coat shipped back, which was fine, but I also have to pay to ship the damn bag down there!
And then I get home. And get the phone call from Mom and Sis. The hotel is horrible. The rooms look like something from the 70's. The rooms and halls smell. They are afraid to sit on the beds, and can I find them a new room. I looked up the hotel and read the reviews. I can't believe they even booked there. One review talked about roaches in the hotel. There was maybe two reviews that were actually positive. Three calls later, they are booked into the Hilton. They lost one nights stay, but I think it was worth it.
Today comes the call from Dad. How does he get home over the Tapanzee Bridge instead of the GW? And why didn't I take the GW when I used to travel. Well, that's easy. The GW is a clusterf*ck, that's why!!! I don't care why time I used to travel through New York, I never made it over the GW without at least a 45 minute delay. So gave Dad the routes he needed to take from Cape May, NJ over the Tapanzee home to MA.
And not to be outdone...Mom called on my way home. Apparently she went to use her ATM card today and it wouldn't work. Turns out the new ATM card she got last week was not her ATM card, but her credit card and now she has no cash for the week. So first thing tomorrow morning, I have to Western Union money out to her so she has cash for the week for tips etc.
Sigh...I can't wait until everyone is home so I can relax. I'm going to need a vacation to recover from their vacations!!!
Of course she wasn't. I purposely got there 20 minutes early because I knew I'd have to whip her into shape. When I walked in the house she was still stuffing clothes into a suitcase. One of three. Not counting her purse and carry on. Um...no. I don't think so. I asked her what was in the second suitcase and she said "shoes". Are you kidding me? They are only going from Wednesday to Monday!! She had 10 different workout clothes, at least 20 little hootchie dresses (she's a mother of 4...um, yeah), 25 shirts, enough bra's and underwear for a month! She could have totally dressed corner of prostitutes for a month! And then a garment bag for her business clothes! At least 7 different suits! And they were all shoved in there with no order.
Um, yeah. No. Told her straight up, no way in hell. So at 5:40 in the morning, I repacked her suitcase. I got her down to one suitcase, a garment bag, carry-on and her purse. Then there was my Mom with her suitcase, carry on and purse. I swear to god, when I dropped them off at the airport they looked like the Beverly Hillbillies.
After safely delivering them to the airport, I drive to work to arrange to have Dad's wife's coat shipped back. What the hell ever happened to southern hospitality? They will ship it back if I send down a shipping bag, label with the account number on it. I mean, seriously. I was going to give them the account number over the phone! So not only do I have to pay to get the coat shipped back, which was fine, but I also have to pay to ship the damn bag down there!
And then I get home. And get the phone call from Mom and Sis. The hotel is horrible. The rooms look like something from the 70's. The rooms and halls smell. They are afraid to sit on the beds, and can I find them a new room. I looked up the hotel and read the reviews. I can't believe they even booked there. One review talked about roaches in the hotel. There was maybe two reviews that were actually positive. Three calls later, they are booked into the Hilton. They lost one nights stay, but I think it was worth it.
Today comes the call from Dad. How does he get home over the Tapanzee Bridge instead of the GW? And why didn't I take the GW when I used to travel. Well, that's easy. The GW is a clusterf*ck, that's why!!! I don't care why time I used to travel through New York, I never made it over the GW without at least a 45 minute delay. So gave Dad the routes he needed to take from Cape May, NJ over the Tapanzee home to MA.
And not to be outdone...Mom called on my way home. Apparently she went to use her ATM card today and it wouldn't work. Turns out the new ATM card she got last week was not her ATM card, but her credit card and now she has no cash for the week. So first thing tomorrow morning, I have to Western Union money out to her so she has cash for the week for tips etc.
Sigh...I can't wait until everyone is home so I can relax. I'm going to need a vacation to recover from their vacations!!!
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
I think I'm broken....
Don't most people have a filter that stops things from coming out of their mouth?
I think mine is broken.
I'm not talking about the filter that stops mean things from coming out of your mouth. I'm talking about the one that doesn't let you say no to people. Or before you can stop yourself from saying "I'll drive you to the airport", the words are out.
For example, my mother and sister are going to San Diego for a week. While Mom and I were discussing the cheapest place to park at Logan (there is none) I hear the words coming out of my mouth. "I'll drive you to the airport." Then it hits me. They have to leave for the airport at 6 A.M. I live 45 minutes away. Which means I have to get up at 4 to get them and drive them to Logan, then go to work. Ouch...Did I mention I'm NOT a morning person? But it's my mom. And according to my sister, I'll rack up daughter and sister points. What ever the hell that means. I didn't have the heart to tell my sister that I'm full up on points.
Example two- The bio-dad calls today. He and the wife # 3 are on vacation. They are currently driving back up the coast from Florida. Apparently Wife left her coat in a diner somewhere in South Carolina. All he knows is it was called Kettle something. So being the good daughter, I Google Kettle Diner in South Carolina. Turns out the Kettle Diner is actually in Jackson, North Carolina and yes they do have the coat. But I have to call the General Manager tomorrow to see if she will agree to ship it to me if I give her the UPS account number.
And hour later, Dad calls again. Can I get him the number of the Mirage in Vegas. Now since I can't follow the logic of why he wants the number in Vegas when he's in North Carolina, I made the mistake of asking. Turns out that they are staying in Atlantic City for the night and wants to know which hotels are affiliated with the Mirage. Christ Jesus, why didn't he just say so? So I look it up. The Borgata. Here's the number Dad. Have fun on vacation.
So I guess my other question is why is everyone on vacation but me?
I think mine is broken.
I'm not talking about the filter that stops mean things from coming out of your mouth. I'm talking about the one that doesn't let you say no to people. Or before you can stop yourself from saying "I'll drive you to the airport", the words are out.
For example, my mother and sister are going to San Diego for a week. While Mom and I were discussing the cheapest place to park at Logan (there is none) I hear the words coming out of my mouth. "I'll drive you to the airport." Then it hits me. They have to leave for the airport at 6 A.M. I live 45 minutes away. Which means I have to get up at 4 to get them and drive them to Logan, then go to work. Ouch...Did I mention I'm NOT a morning person? But it's my mom. And according to my sister, I'll rack up daughter and sister points. What ever the hell that means. I didn't have the heart to tell my sister that I'm full up on points.
Example two- The bio-dad calls today. He and the wife # 3 are on vacation. They are currently driving back up the coast from Florida. Apparently Wife left her coat in a diner somewhere in South Carolina. All he knows is it was called Kettle something. So being the good daughter, I Google Kettle Diner in South Carolina. Turns out the Kettle Diner is actually in Jackson, North Carolina and yes they do have the coat. But I have to call the General Manager tomorrow to see if she will agree to ship it to me if I give her the UPS account number.
And hour later, Dad calls again. Can I get him the number of the Mirage in Vegas. Now since I can't follow the logic of why he wants the number in Vegas when he's in North Carolina, I made the mistake of asking. Turns out that they are staying in Atlantic City for the night and wants to know which hotels are affiliated with the Mirage. Christ Jesus, why didn't he just say so? So I look it up. The Borgata. Here's the number Dad. Have fun on vacation.
So I guess my other question is why is everyone on vacation but me?
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Operation Prada
Well, it's been a week since the breakup and I had to decide if I had anything at the ex's place that I really needed to have back. I didn't really want to have to go there for two reasons.
One, it's a 40 mile drive. I hate that drive. Two, it's been almost three weeks since I've seen the puppy, and I knew I would get upset if I had to say goodbye to her.
So I went through the mental list. A few sweatshirts. Bathroom stuff (hey, I'd rather smell like mango than musk. Sue me) A pair of slippers. All these things I can live without. Then it hit me.
My black Prada purse is hanging on the back of the bedroom door. Shit.
It's not like it's a Target one that I can live without. It's freaking PRADA!
So my best friend offered to go with me. Thank God for her. We decided to go Friday night after he went to work. I really did not want to hear a grown man beg. It's kind of pathetic. Friday afternoon I get a text from her.
"Is Operation Prada still a go?"
I just about pissed myself laughing. So I sent her the theme song from Mission Impossible.
I don't know how she did it, but she made a situation that should have been upsetting, freaking hysterical!
Operation Prada was a total success.
Followed by Operation Tequila...
and Operation Hangover.
I have the best friends!
One, it's a 40 mile drive. I hate that drive. Two, it's been almost three weeks since I've seen the puppy, and I knew I would get upset if I had to say goodbye to her.
So I went through the mental list. A few sweatshirts. Bathroom stuff (hey, I'd rather smell like mango than musk. Sue me) A pair of slippers. All these things I can live without. Then it hit me.
My black Prada purse is hanging on the back of the bedroom door. Shit.
It's not like it's a Target one that I can live without. It's freaking PRADA!
So my best friend offered to go with me. Thank God for her. We decided to go Friday night after he went to work. I really did not want to hear a grown man beg. It's kind of pathetic. Friday afternoon I get a text from her.
"Is Operation Prada still a go?"
I just about pissed myself laughing. So I sent her the theme song from Mission Impossible.
I don't know how she did it, but she made a situation that should have been upsetting, freaking hysterical!
Operation Prada was a total success.
Followed by Operation Tequila...
and Operation Hangover.
I have the best friends!
Monday, February 16, 2009
Na na na na na na Na na na na na
"I guess I just lost my husband, I don't know where he went"
So the drama is finally over. I've decided relationships are kind of like plants. If you don't water them, feed them, and give them some sunshine, they die. Which is an ironic analogy for me, because I think I have a black thumb when it comes to plants. But it's true. The ex-SO didn't really do anything wrong. He just didn't do ANYTHING. At all.
I do feel a bit bad that it all went down the day before Valentine's Day (aka Capitalist Bureaucracy Holiday). But that is the only thing I'm feeling. I keep thinking that I should be sad. Or miss him. But I feel nothing. Well, I kind of miss the puppy. I got more love and attention from her than I did him.
I guess the only thing I'm dreading is dating again at some point. I've had a few winners in my past. There was the guy that I met through a friend. We'll call him Mark. Mark showed up over an hour late. Wearing ripped jeans (think Def Leppard shredded) and a doo rag. On.A.First.Date. Because we had a friend in common, I actually went. In the middle of dinner, we had the following conversation.
Mark- "So, are we going to have sex tonight?"
Me- blink. blink.
Mark- "I don't like condom's. But I've been tested and I don't have any diseases."
Me- "Listen, pal. I don't know who you'll be having sex with tonight, but it sure as hell won't be me!"
Waiter! Check please!
So I'm really dreading entering into that world again. But the good thing is that I'm pretty damn happy with my life alone. If I meet someone else down the road, great. But I won't settle for a selfish bastard EVER again. But if anyone UP THERE is listening? Try not to send me anymore of the idiots for awhile. I really need a break.
So the drama is finally over. I've decided relationships are kind of like plants. If you don't water them, feed them, and give them some sunshine, they die. Which is an ironic analogy for me, because I think I have a black thumb when it comes to plants. But it's true. The ex-SO didn't really do anything wrong. He just didn't do ANYTHING. At all.
I do feel a bit bad that it all went down the day before Valentine's Day (aka Capitalist Bureaucracy Holiday). But that is the only thing I'm feeling. I keep thinking that I should be sad. Or miss him. But I feel nothing. Well, I kind of miss the puppy. I got more love and attention from her than I did him.
I guess the only thing I'm dreading is dating again at some point. I've had a few winners in my past. There was the guy that I met through a friend. We'll call him Mark. Mark showed up over an hour late. Wearing ripped jeans (think Def Leppard shredded) and a doo rag. On.A.First.Date. Because we had a friend in common, I actually went. In the middle of dinner, we had the following conversation.
Mark- "So, are we going to have sex tonight?"
Me- blink. blink.
Mark- "I don't like condom's. But I've been tested and I don't have any diseases."
Me- "Listen, pal. I don't know who you'll be having sex with tonight, but it sure as hell won't be me!"
Waiter! Check please!
So I'm really dreading entering into that world again. But the good thing is that I'm pretty damn happy with my life alone. If I meet someone else down the road, great. But I won't settle for a selfish bastard EVER again. But if anyone UP THERE is listening? Try not to send me anymore of the idiots for awhile. I really need a break.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Asshat
For the first time in god knows how long, I was looking forward to a Presidential Address. I was so excited to finally hear a President speak in coherent sentences. Then came the the question and answer section. Unscripted! Yes! I can't wait to hear his answers. Then some asshat has to ask the Stupid Question of the Night.
"Mr President, what do you think about A-Rod's admission to using steriods?"
*Blink. Blink*
Are you kidding me? We are in one of the worst financial situations we have seen in decades. Our troops are dying in Iraq. And your that is your big question?
You deserve a bitchslap.
"Mr President, what do you think about A-Rod's admission to using steriods?"
*Blink. Blink*
Are you kidding me? We are in one of the worst financial situations we have seen in decades. Our troops are dying in Iraq. And your that is your big question?
You deserve a bitchslap.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Grace part duex
So the crutches met their demise this morning. Do you know how hard it is to walk on those freaking things when there isn't any ice? Well, thanks to my wonderful landlord, I have a freaking ice rink in my driveway. So the crutches took a nice little flight across the driveway, after which they were unceremoniously run over by a car. Multiple times. Oh yeah. My car.
The crutches and I have a bit of history together. Before I became a girly girl, I was a biker bitch. But a classy biker bitch, IMO. Well, maybe not all the time. But I digress.
My love affair with motorcycles started about the same time as my first tattoo. Incidentally, the same guy who talked me into the tattoo was the one that owned the Harley. After a few years (ok, a lot of years) I decided I was tired of waiting for someone to take me on a ride, so I bought my own for my 30th birthday. It opened up a whole new world for me. There was nothing else I enjoyed as much as hopping on the bike and feeling the sun on my face.
Then...it happened.
Biker's are a strange lot. When one of us dies, it's a sign of respect to ride to the wake/funeral. I was riding alone to a friend's wake about 4 years ago and I was about a 1/4 mile away from the funeral home when an asshat driving a blue Ford Taurus pulled out in front of me. Of course she was talking on a cell phone and "didn't see me". Let me tell you, the worst feeling in the world is that instant that you realize there is no way in hell you're going to be able to stop. In that split second I thought "Oh shit. This is going to hurt".
SMASH!!!
Oh yeah. That hurt. My first thought as I was lying on the ground in a puddle of gas was "My mother is going to freak". The next was "Shit, I broke a nail!"
Then the pain hit...For the love of god. Horrible.
But I'm one of those people that doesn't scream and cry and carry on. I crack jokes. After I tried to take a swing at the twatwaffle who hit me. (tough to do laying on the ground.) The EMT's arrived and started checking things out. They advised me that no, they didn't think it was a good idea for me to have a cigarette at that time, and what hospital would I like to go to (there are 4 in the surrounding towns). Hell, Med City has a Dunkin Donuts, so that's where I want to be. It would have been a more enjoyable ride if I hadn't felt like every bone on my body was being smashed with a hammer and if the ambulance hadn't hit every pot hole on the drive.
We arrive at the hospital and they tell me they have to cut my clothes off. Ok. I get that they don't want to move me too much until they know what's wrong, but I have my favorite bra on from Vickie's and that sucker costs $60 and fits perfect! I told the doc, no way in hell you're cutting that off. "Well, Nora, we need to get it off you." Hey, you're a guy! Figure it out!
Turns out I had fractured my pelvis. In two places. Apparently, it's not a normal thing to slam your pelvis into a gas tank of a bike at 40 mph. Who knew?
That dent at the base of the tank? Yeah, my pelvis did that.
Then the long months of mortification started. It was bad enough that my father was in the room when the doc comes in with the x-rays. Dear old Dad now knows where every body piercing is and what type of birth control I use. Thanks for that, Doc.
There is nothing they can do for a fractured pelvis. I had to stay off it, and stay still. Of course, both my parents wanted me to come recover at their houses. Yeah, not going to happen. They both live an hour away from me, and I have cats to take care of. I made them take me home. I figured that my place is all one level, so it would be easier. In retrospect, this might not have been the best thing.
It's 4th of July weekend. And my cable goes out. Of course they can't fix it until Tuesday, so the only station I got had a Rocky marathon. Back to back. Over and over again. FOR THREE DAYS. I can't drive. Get in and out of the shower alone. It's very humbling to ask a friend to help you get into the shower. Then there is the challenge of carrying things. How do you carry a plate of food while on crutches? I lived on PB&J for three months. I would put them in a ziplock back and throw it from the kitchen to the living room. Or carry a glass of soda or coffee? Yup. Threw a can of soda and then had to wait to open it. The delivery people in the neighborhood and I became fast friends, let me tell you. After a month of being stuck inside, I started hitting on the PeaPod delivery boy (he was maybe 21).
Peapod guy "Where do you want it, Ma'am?"
Me- "I've been stuck inside for a month, that's a loaded question"
PG- "I mean your groceries"
Me- "Oh. In the kitchen. Thanks"
I wept when the doctor told me three months later that I could get rid of the crutches.
To this day, when I hear "Eye of the Tiger" my pelvis aches.
The crutches and I have a bit of history together. Before I became a girly girl, I was a biker bitch. But a classy biker bitch, IMO. Well, maybe not all the time. But I digress.
My love affair with motorcycles started about the same time as my first tattoo. Incidentally, the same guy who talked me into the tattoo was the one that owned the Harley. After a few years (ok, a lot of years) I decided I was tired of waiting for someone to take me on a ride, so I bought my own for my 30th birthday. It opened up a whole new world for me. There was nothing else I enjoyed as much as hopping on the bike and feeling the sun on my face.
Then...it happened.
Biker's are a strange lot. When one of us dies, it's a sign of respect to ride to the wake/funeral. I was riding alone to a friend's wake about 4 years ago and I was about a 1/4 mile away from the funeral home when an asshat driving a blue Ford Taurus pulled out in front of me. Of course she was talking on a cell phone and "didn't see me". Let me tell you, the worst feeling in the world is that instant that you realize there is no way in hell you're going to be able to stop. In that split second I thought "Oh shit. This is going to hurt".
SMASH!!!
Oh yeah. That hurt. My first thought as I was lying on the ground in a puddle of gas was "My mother is going to freak". The next was "Shit, I broke a nail!"
Then the pain hit...For the love of god. Horrible.
But I'm one of those people that doesn't scream and cry and carry on. I crack jokes. After I tried to take a swing at the twatwaffle who hit me. (tough to do laying on the ground.) The EMT's arrived and started checking things out. They advised me that no, they didn't think it was a good idea for me to have a cigarette at that time, and what hospital would I like to go to (there are 4 in the surrounding towns). Hell, Med City has a Dunkin Donuts, so that's where I want to be. It would have been a more enjoyable ride if I hadn't felt like every bone on my body was being smashed with a hammer and if the ambulance hadn't hit every pot hole on the drive.
We arrive at the hospital and they tell me they have to cut my clothes off. Ok. I get that they don't want to move me too much until they know what's wrong, but I have my favorite bra on from Vickie's and that sucker costs $60 and fits perfect! I told the doc, no way in hell you're cutting that off. "Well, Nora, we need to get it off you." Hey, you're a guy! Figure it out!
Turns out I had fractured my pelvis. In two places. Apparently, it's not a normal thing to slam your pelvis into a gas tank of a bike at 40 mph. Who knew?
That dent at the base of the tank? Yeah, my pelvis did that.
Then the long months of mortification started. It was bad enough that my father was in the room when the doc comes in with the x-rays. Dear old Dad now knows where every body piercing is and what type of birth control I use. Thanks for that, Doc.
There is nothing they can do for a fractured pelvis. I had to stay off it, and stay still. Of course, both my parents wanted me to come recover at their houses. Yeah, not going to happen. They both live an hour away from me, and I have cats to take care of. I made them take me home. I figured that my place is all one level, so it would be easier. In retrospect, this might not have been the best thing.
It's 4th of July weekend. And my cable goes out. Of course they can't fix it until Tuesday, so the only station I got had a Rocky marathon. Back to back. Over and over again. FOR THREE DAYS. I can't drive. Get in and out of the shower alone. It's very humbling to ask a friend to help you get into the shower. Then there is the challenge of carrying things. How do you carry a plate of food while on crutches? I lived on PB&J for three months. I would put them in a ziplock back and throw it from the kitchen to the living room. Or carry a glass of soda or coffee? Yup. Threw a can of soda and then had to wait to open it. The delivery people in the neighborhood and I became fast friends, let me tell you. After a month of being stuck inside, I started hitting on the PeaPod delivery boy (he was maybe 21).
Peapod guy "Where do you want it, Ma'am?"
Me- "I've been stuck inside for a month, that's a loaded question"
PG- "I mean your groceries"
Me- "Oh. In the kitchen. Thanks"
I wept when the doctor told me three months later that I could get rid of the crutches.
To this day, when I hear "Eye of the Tiger" my pelvis aches.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Just call me Grace
Yesterday I actually started out in a great mood! Looking forward to giving myself a break from the whole diet thing. After all, it was Superbowl Sunday. That's a good enough reason to dive into some wings and nachos, right? Besides, I was drinking Mich Ultra, and that really doesn't count. The SO and I went to his buddy's house to watch the game. Now, since my Pats were out of it, I wasn't as excited as I could be, but even I was impressed by James Harrison's 100 yard interception return for a touchdown in the 2nd quarter.
I wish I was that graceful. I'm not.
Somehow, I managed to slip on the ice and chip a bone in my ankle. Are you kidding me? I was totally sober, so it's not like I even have a good excuse for this level of stupidity. So now I have to hobble around on crutches for a week. Yeah. You should see the level of grace that I'm sporting on those suckers.
Is winter over yet, because I'm pretty much all set with it!
I wish I was that graceful. I'm not.
Somehow, I managed to slip on the ice and chip a bone in my ankle. Are you kidding me? I was totally sober, so it's not like I even have a good excuse for this level of stupidity. So now I have to hobble around on crutches for a week. Yeah. You should see the level of grace that I'm sporting on those suckers.
Is winter over yet, because I'm pretty much all set with it!
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