Mutts
Mutt -
a stupid or insignificant person : 2 : a mongrel dog : 3 : name for dogs of mixed breeding. That sounds really bad. I am a mutt, but I am not insignificant or a dog.
I happen to be a cultural mutt. My family can claim 6 countries of origin: England, Ireland, Scotland, Germany, Italy, Russia. There are probably more, but that research is still coming in. All my countries are known for alcohol and good food, sometimes both. Yup, I am a white European. Not too exciting, but I like it.
Mutts like me, dog and human alike are the greatest kinds of animals (humans are animals, mammals to be exact, don't get all uppity). We are loyal and happy. We love our families and are always appreciative of a cookie.
I have only ever had mutt dogs (a shepard/Australian sheep herding mix, chow/beagle or foxhound mix and a beagle/foxhound mix, we think). Who wants a snotty purebred? Not me, they have issues (it's the inbreeding, same problem with the royals). Mutt and pound puppies love you forever because deep down they know you saved them from the doggie equivalent of the chair.
While my family lines are not too exciting, you never hear people proclaiming the wonders of that exotic local known and Wattenburg, Germany, we did have the good sense to get out before the major European conflicts wiped us out. Now that is forethought.
And one of my uncles (an Sicilian one) was supposedly a loan shark. Mob ties, yeah!
Other than that, we are just a loving family. Crazy and odd and incredibly talkative, but a family nonetheless.
X-Mens
SPOILER ALERT: I will be writing about X-Men, a movie that opened this weekend so if you haven't seen it, stop reading now, cause I'm givin' it all away.
I saw
X-Men: The Last Stand on Sunday. I liked the first two better. There was absolutely no character development and the script was full of crappy one liners. Seriously, Wolverine does not cry, let alone twice in a 2 hour movie. Seriously.
Other things I found just not right:
They introduced characters and gave no back story like they usually do, I like backstory. I need it.
They killed off Scott first, who was very annoying as the widowed Cyclops. "He took Jean's death so very hard." That's an actual quote.
Then Jean, who has been reincarnated as the unstoppable Phoenix (she can't control her powers and old, sweet Jean keeps trying to come out) destroyed her parent's house and with it Professor X. I really didn't see that one coming but since everyone seems to come back from the dead in these movies, I am not too heartbroken over it.
Mystique was shot with The Cure (not the band, unfortunately) and Magneto abandoned her, the dick, she got him back though.
The Cure's creator tried to cure his son, a very hot Ben Foster who I thought was cute back in the day on
"Flash Forward". He flew away from that fight, literally.
The Mutant War began, people died, Wolverine had to stop Jean, she was going nuts, with the total annihilation of all those around her and whatnot. Old, Sweet Jean begged Wolverine to kill her, he did and started crying. I am sorry, you are not allowed to cry over the person you just killed, no matter how much you love them.
Jean: "Would you die for them?"
Wolverine: "No, for you."
Jean: "Kill me, please."
Wolverine: "I love you"
:: claw to abdomen::
::embarrassing crying while holding body on wreckage of Golden Gate Bridge::
I am not heartless, but come on.
So here's the count -
Cured: Mystique, Magneto, countless, nameless mutants, Rogue (Marie now, BTW), but she wanted to be cured and went to the clinic of her own accord.
Killed: Scott Summers (Cyclops), Jean Grey, Charles Xavier
Headmaster of the Xavier School: Storm (Ororo)
New Ambassador to the UN: Beast (Dr. Hank McCoy)
Beaten to a Bloody Pulp: Pyro (John), by Iceman (Bobby), he totally deserved it.
Doesn't Get the Boy: Kitty Pryde (she was totally flirting with Bobby, playing the homesick, someone just died card). Since Rogue can touch people now, Kitty's got nothing on her. Who names their child Kitty and who keeps up the name when they could be anything else.
The only question I do have though, other than why
Brett Ratner (he makes crap) is allowed to live, is since Rogue is no longer a mutant, does she get to stay at Xavier's School? Questions left unanswered, Number 3 is the last, supposedly.
Randomness
I have been thinking about the randomness of my life of late, and well, come to realize my life is so very happily random. I mean, who really has a life like mine, except my evil twin in the parallel universe, but I am sure she's a total bitch so we won't talk about her.
I was asked some very random questions not to long ago (within the last couple of days) and since I like these kinds of questions, I will answer them for you, my faithful readers.
What is your favorite cheese?
Mozzarella, but I pretty much like all forms of cheese except bleu and other funky smelling cheeses.What are you doing for your sister's birthday?
Well, I had planned on getting incredibly drunk at the thought of my baby sister hitting a milestone birthday and lamenting my oldness, but I will probably call and wish her a Happy Birthday since I already took her to dinner and bought her a jacket and then go back to watching TV.Are you clumsy? Yes, incredibly. It's very sad, I fall over or bump into everything. I am dangerous to be around. Hazard lights should surround me constantly. What is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?
OK, I asked this one, but it fits the theme and since I did have to answer it, it goes in. PS - The airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow is roughly 11 meters per second, or 24 miles per hour.
Happy Weekend
The crush came in state...that's all you're getting.
OK, OK, you twisted my arm. We talked, we laughed, we trekked through the mountains looking for the perfect bar, we danced.
There is more I could say, but I want to keep that happy for myself, it makes me smile.
Three Day Weekend
I know there is a 3 day weekend coming up, I feel it in the air and yet I am not antsy like I usually am in similar situations. I am just happy. Could it be that I will most likely get out of here early? Maybe. Could it be that I have a plan to possibly lower my rent, lower my health insurance premiums and get out my tanning contract? Perhaps. Could it be that I will be spending part of the weekend with some very cool people, while I am decidedly uncool? Possibly. Could it be a combinations of all these wonderful things. OH YEAH! I am very excited and I get a long lunch today too because it is Daria's birthday this weekend and we are celebratory company.
Money, money, money, money
I get paid tonight at midnight (electronic banking =
miracle). This is a good thing because 1) I may have to move if they up my rent like they want to, vultures; 2) I really don't like my bank account to dip below a certain amount and it is dipping, people,
dipping! ; 3) I like money, especially when it comes on the eve of a three-day weekend where I am actually going to do something with real,
live people. It's a good thing.
Good God, please stop!
Every woman in my office is pregnant or just had a baby and they can't stop talking about it. I work in a cube maze, the walls do not go to the ceiling, so I hear everything. Do you know how impossibly annoying they are? I am all for sharing good news and happiness, but do they have to talk about it every day in my general area? No. Do they have to shriek with laughter like rabid Hyenas ? No. Do they get louder and more empty-headed everyday? Yes. Who cares about the baby pool, or workout schedules for you and the baby, or how she sleeps so well,
(these women have lost themselves in their children, it's so sad) or how much you think your 3 month old fetus is kicking. Three month old fetuses do not kick, they may "flutter," but they certainly do not kick...
So shut the fuck up!
Crap, Crap, crap, crap crap
I am having a crap day and I want you all to be down with me. Come join me in my crap day.
I need a cookie and my mommy.
Massage
Are massages supposed to hurt, cause she hurt me. Jane, the very sweet massage therapist, who had a very cool wire hair bun making thingy, was a bit too strong for me. I am all about force but this was my first ever massage and I guess I wasn't prepared for the strength of this relatively small Asian woman.
It was like an hour long physical therapy session and I can only take 20 minutes of that. I should have known. This wasn't one of those spa-hope-you-sleep-through-it-massages. She does work in a physical therapy office is a massage
therapist. I should have known it would hurt. I am going to the spa next time.
On the plus side, I am now aware of muscles I didn't know I had.
Weekend of Shirtless Glory - Not Mine
Happy Monday fellow blogophials. How was your weekend? Mine was wonderful. Let me just break it down for you:
Friday: LIVE concert (that's the band's name, there was some confusion for some co-workers)was fantastic.
Ed Kowalczyk is a god. Talented, truly grateful for what he does, sexy as all hell. He spent half the show shirtless (he was wearing a tank at the start). 3 encores people, 3. Wonderful. The energy was electric. No annoying talkers, no excessive drunks, no smoke (the theater is smoke-free), NO INJURIES. Yup, first concert ever where I wasn't stomped, trampled, hit in the head, heat affected or anything else. It was a glorious night. And I found the theater without incident, which, since I have no sense of direction was truly an accomplishment.
The opening act featured scary possessive girlfriend. I could see her in the wings, not smiling and staring down her goofy looking bassist boyfriend making sure he didn't make eye contact with anyone while acting like a fool onstage. The lead singer of said opening act was very full of himself but mildly talented. Name of Michael Shapiro. He wore a jacket with the sleeves rolled up...think about it.
I think I saw Francis Ford Coppola ushering. I swear it was him in all his Oscar Winning glory.
Saturday: Laundry, lots of TV and sleep. I went to see my sister. We went shopping, out to dinner and we rented a movie. Her creep ex-boyfriend/roommate kept texting her and coming to her door. It was incredibly annoying. I am so glad she is moving out soon. I don't want her near that ass.
Sunday: Some errands, mostly TV. Nothing on most of the day, picked up the house a little and had a one person BBQ. 1 burger (on the
George Foreman grills), some fries and an iced tea. I bought brats too, those are for tonight after my first ever massage. I am very excited about it.
Blah is my job
Hello my lovelies. It's been a while since I posted so I will give you the Official Life Update, which I think everyone should give weekly to their friends, family and random strangers they meet on the internet. Here we go:
Life is the same. I have come into work early all week so I would not repeat last Thursday's 12 hour day and so I could watch the series finale of
"Will & Grace" (1998). I haven't watched it in along time, but I used to in the beginning so I felt I should see it at the end. The bank screwed me and that is hopefully being resolved as we speak. I am thinking of changing health insurance carriers and I am not feeling confident in my job anymore, thinking of switching professions. I am going to see LIVE tonight, sans date or shield friend, we'll see how I get injured at this concert, cause I always do. Fact of life you can't avoid, like taxes and not getting the right thing at the drive thru. Saturday I am going to see my sister K at the College I Should Have Gone To. Mine had a smell. I wouldn't trade my university experience for anything, but I should have gone to her school. I chose mine because no essay was required for admission. That says so much about me, doesn't it? And that is so sad.
Oh, yes, I did go there
I think it's time for the religion talk. I know, but it has to be done.
I was raised Catholic, by a woman who was raised by a Catholic, but is half Italian, half Russian Jew (twice the love, twice the guilt). I was baptized in the same church my parents married in. As were both my sisters. I had my first communion there too.
Anyway... Mom was very involved in the church when she was younger and when we came along, she involved us too. That was fine when I was 7 and going to church was fun and cool (I was allowed to bring toys). But as I got older, it got a little suffocating. Do you know how many rules those Catholics have to follow, I mean, come on. And mom got a little lax in our Catholic upbringing right about the time we were able to drive. We were all confirmed ( a Christian rite conferring the gift of the Holy Spirit, a way of dedicating your life to living a Catholic life) much to our protestation. Mom made us do it for our grandmother, her mother. Not the best circumstances, but you get over it. I am agnostic, (a person who holds the view that any ultimate reality (as God) is unknown and unknowable; broadly : one who is not committed to believing in either the existence or the nonexistence of God or a god). Basically, I think there is a higher power, but will not pigeon hole it into one religion. All faiths have their good and bad points, so I stick to the middle ground.
But I am fascinated by religious scholarship. I don't know why, but it is so intriguing. I watch all the shows on the History Channel about ancient religions and cults and factions, I love religious epic films. I don't know what it is, it just lights me up.
Buddha seems like a totally cool guy, big ears, usually smiling, he'd be fun to party with. God is the same in Judaism and Catholicism, only the Caths added a few more players to the mix. Mohammed saw the other monotheistic religions as a stepping stone (but said that he had been sent by God in order to complete and perfect those teachings) and accepted Jesus as a prophet, not a god, a prophet. Islam is very similar to Christianity and Judaism in many ways (I read, I know these things).
So pretty much all faiths are related on some level so being agnostic is a pretty good place to be.
Again...with the Love
Ok, I will admit that my last couple of posts haven't been the most exciting. But you could still comment and tell me how dull I've gotten or how lame I'm being.
SHOW THE LOVE! Give me those warm fuzzies.
Oh, baby
I like Ben Franklin as a historical person, he's a good guy (come on, he wanted our national bird to be a turkey, that's genius) but he was wrong about one thing. God gave us
coffee (not alcohol) because he loves us and wants us to be happy. I am very happy with my medium vanilla soy latte that I picked up on my way into work this morning.
The Internet
The internet is very slow at work today...it bothers me.
S'up
Hello all. Hope you had a lovely weekend. Mine was pretty good. Do you know how good it feels to have a clean house with everything in its place and no dirty dishes in the sink or clothes piled on the dining room table? Well I haven't in a long time but I do now.
Mother's Day I went to my parent's house to celebrate. My parents, the dogs, me and my youngest sister had steak. Ribeye. Very good. I burned 2, not 1, but 2 batches of cookies, hilarity ensued. K (that's the sister) is a senior in college and the funniest girl I know. She possesses a kind of quirky humor, which borders on insanity, that we all find hilarious. She summed it up pefectly: "Me and mom are two peas in the same crazy, annoying pod." and it is so true. They are both nuts, but very entertaining.
I also took home a desk that mom refinished for me. They (the parentals) have been planning on bringing it to me for weeks, but schedules have not permitted it so I took it while I was there and schlepped it up the stairs into the house. It looks very nice.
Did some more painting when I got home. Didn't quite turn out the way I imagined, but life is all about trial and error.
Happy Mother's Day 
To mommies near and far. Especially my mom, who is, hands down the greatest woman to walk this earth and not just because she raised me. But that's mostly it.
This is us, circa 1982. We still have those sheets, BTW.
Late Night arguments
One of my neighbors, probably from another building and apparently named Tiffany and "Fucker," are fighting. Something involving her kicking him out, him needing a ride home and her mom. Someone disrespected someone else and he has been yelling her name and asking "how she can do this to him" for about 10 minutes. It's mildly entertaining and slightly scary too. But mostly entertaining. I wonder how drunk or stupid this guy is.
Ah, laundry
All of my clothes are now clean (I finally finished the laundry from the last 2 weeks, whoohoo!) and I must say, I own a lot of underwear. And towels. And I need new sheets.
Saturday
Watercolors and "The Princess Bride," gotta love it. "Ma-wedge...ma-wedge is what bwings us togewer today." I painted and crafted for me and my cousin. I needed some new art and it's her birthday soon and her mom is doing a special project.
I think I will have ice cream for dinner. Rocky Road is a great capper to a good day.
And...yea!
Mood back, still need a nap.
And...yeah
Mood died, need a nap.
Side Note RE: Kissing
As an aside, I would just like to inform my loyal readers, yes all three of my happy little campers that The Crush called me Wednesday night to tell me (I assume after reading my post and a really good golf game. Playing well is a spectacular motivator) that if I visited, the world could know and he wouldn't care, that he was unattached and, AND he is not a dog.
Friday, again, why?
I slept well again last night, that's 3 days in a row. That means I am in a good mood, sans coffee and very much looking forward to the weekend. I will spend said weekend cleaning my house (I am going to play Find the Smell in my kitchen, it's the sink, I just know it; finish the laundry that didn't get done last weekend and do the loads that have accumulated this week and I am going to PAINT. I am very excited about creating this weekend. I need some art for my bedroom and I found some great stuff to copy online and at this restaurant with a really great steak and mushroom salad...(I talk about food a lot, have you noticed?)... Anyway, I haven't painted or drawn in a long while and I am due. I bought some canvases, still need to buy some new paints (they are so old, they've hardened, it's very sad), I have brushes and I am ready. I also plan on painting something for my cousin. She is turning 21 and is coming home from South America (study abroad, missionary hooskerdoo, we are all very proud) and her mom, my aunt, is making a scrapbook for her with stuff from everyone and I am going to paint her something in watercolors, my favorite medium to work with.
My favorite medium to view is oils...and photography...and sculpture...Ok, I like them all. I am an art junkie. Some people have heroin, I have Monet...and Hurrell...and Pissarro...and Manet...Ok rambling tangent, nice.
Still at work, 12 hours and counting
I am either really behind or really dedicated. I think I am the latter because I AM STILL AT WORK. But I am not irritable like I usually am at this time on Thursdays. I am ok with still being here, but I am hungry. I refuse to eat out of the vending machine so I guess I will stay that way. I wish someone would bring me a sandwich.
Praises and Raises
I had my review this morning. The usual: you need to improve this, you are great at this, here is your
RAISE! Yes, friends, loyal readers and mom, I got a raise. I am very proud of me.
The Snoopy Dance
I will not deny it, I like cartoons. Mostly the ones I watched as a kid because I like to see what I remember and revel in the joys of childhood. Lately I have noticed while chair dancing (the act of dancing while seated, either in a car, at a desk or in a booth at the bar, etc.), that I do the Snoopy Dance. This form of the chair dance was made popular by the rehearsal scene in
A Charlie Brown Christmas (1965) which I still watch every year. I wear my headphones constantly at work because, well, I am surrounded by incredibly loud, obnoxious and annoying people. I currently have Panic! At the Disco and Gavin Degraw in the CD player. Panic! is very conducive to the Snoopy Dance.
It is all about the double head bob.
I think the whole world would be happy if we all just did the Snoopy Dance every once in a while.
Not Feelin' the Love
I am really not feeling the love today. I know my audience is like 3 people and one of them is my mom, but it would really be great if one or more of those three made a comment. Please...Pretty please...With a cherry and extra sugar on top. I am not above begging.
Das List
I started writing this list after my most resent break up as a way to make me feel better. It began as "Reasons Why I am a Catch" and has evolved into "Things I Like About Me." So here you go, my list, in no particular order.
- Smart
- Passionate
- Creative, loves music and art
- Loves to laugh
- Compassionate
- Rooted firming in a strong fantasy life
- Appreciates life-long love
- Sensitive - Incredibly
- Good conversationalist
- Wants that all consuming kind of emotion in her relationships
- Honest
- Funny
- I love office supplies
- Sweet
- Considerate
- Articulate
- Generous
- Adventurous, willing to try new things
- Interested in many different subjects/areas
- Good listener
- Inquisitive
- Determined
- Stubborn
- Slightly crazy
- Cute
- Does not do drugs
- Does not drink in excess
- Am not on any mind altering prescription drugs, although that is not a bad thing as they have been proven to help
- Disease free
- Not too sexually depraved
- Will do anything for a friend
- Thinks Bryan Adams is the most romantic songwriter in existence
- I think computers are the bane of existence but I donÂt think I can live without one.
- Fiercely protective and loyal to family
- Reasonably stable family background
- Fun loving
- Enjoys a good book
- Has a strong support system
- Somehow can rationalize watching movies all day
- Rational but delusional at the same time
- Can appreciate foreign cinema
- Actually has a favorite president
- Can laugh at herself when something embarrassing happens
- Not afraid to cry during an emotionally poignant country song
- Can roll tongue
- Likes Canadian television
- Sings songs from the40ss in the shower
- Close to sisters andgrandparentss
- Hates all Kubrick movies
- Little
- I am vain, but not shallow
- I always wanted a brother, but only the protectiveness and none of the stinkiness. I guess that is why I am so protective of my sisters.
- The only sport I can stand to watch is baseball, I have to be in the stadium, screaming at the players to move their fat over paid asses across the plate.
- I love cheese.
- Someday I hope someone will write a song about me.
- My mother is my biggest fan and that feels wonderful.
- To this day, I have not met a man greater than my dad.
- I wish I had magical powers.
- I do not play mind-games.
- I can be very passive aggressive and it aggravates the hell out of me.
- I keep hope in my heart at all times
- My parents are the best example of love and marriage that I have ever seen and I thank them for that
- I am scared that I will never find what they have.
- I hate, hate, HATE reality television, it is evil and shows the world just how base we really are.
65. Some day I will rule the world.
Kissing
I was thinking about this not that long ago...Alright, it was 1 minute ago. Anyway...As you know, I was kissed some this weekend. It was lovely. I love kissing. I could die happy after a good, long makeout. The other person in my lip-age session this weekend gave me an open invitation to visit him in his Swingin' City. He does not, however, feel the need to tell my friend that he may or may not be involved with that I will be or have visited if it ever comes to pass. This makes me slightly suspicious since both parties have unequivocally denied they are
together and that they have casual relationship (one is dating someone else
::psst, it's her::).
But...But.. But...I am confused. If they aren't together why not tell her. Honesty is a good policy (notice I didn't say best? I lie sometimes, it keeps my world happy). Men confuse me and I need an explanation. Please chime in with your opinions on this situation. Is he one of the following or am I just being a dingy broad and am over thinking the whole situation?
1) He is a dog who wants to have his cake and to eat it too (although, she is more of a tart and I am definitely a cookie, small, sweet, great to snack on) He did kiss me (while drunk) after seeing The Other kiss another guy. This was explained later as "I felt like kissing you, so I did."
2) He is just being friendly and offering me a place to stay if I ever visit the Swingin' City.
3) I am a silly girl and need to get over myself (i.e. dingy broad who is overthinking).
PS
I also finally did my dishes last night. Tonight the laundry gets done and put away. Maybe I'll vacuum too. That might be pushing it...but with me...you never know.
Still feeling super!
Singing the Praises
Good morning ladies and gentlemen. Today I am here to sing the praises of not one but two products. Yes, that's right 2! Let us all bow in the presence and glory that is the over the counter sleeping pill and OLAY bodywash with "nutrient" beads.
I slept well for the first time in 4 days last night thanks to the little blue pills I took before bed. I feel wonderful. Rested, complete, happy.
And nutrient beads are a miracle. It is very dry here in The Middle and those little beads of joy make my skin soft and very touchable, it's nice that if someone did touch my skin it would be a pleasant experience for all parties involved. OK, that made me sound like a whore who gets touched a lot, which I'm not and I don't.
My day was starting off so well, I slept, I had the beads, I was on time to work. And then the production team, who we all know are morons (and whose boss is a tool) and are just out of work artists (although, technically, so am I, the novel is coming slowly), had to ruin my happy. They were on my ass about something that was done weeks ago. So they are not only moronic, but blind to boot.
But I will not linger on their stupidity. I will focus instead on the super-fantastic mood that I am currently in. The coffee was strong this morning so that might have something to do with it, but...
I FEEL GREAT!
Tuesday
I was in a really bad mood this morning and I wanted to write about it but Blogspot was down and now I am kind of glad. I really don't like holding onto bad feelings. I like being happy and although my coffee is not working as fast as I would like this morning, I feel better than I did. Although I really need to write about one of the factors in my bad mood...
Best Non-Boyfriend Boyfriend Matt came over last night. I did not invite him, he did not call to say he was on his way (common courtesy, right?). I was sorting my mail (my Cosmo came in so I felt a little better, plus a package from The Gram) when I heard a key (which I want back) in my door and there he was. Barely a word, I give him his jacket which he left in Britt's hotel this weekend and asked (as a polite gesture) if he wants to come in. He does and goes straight for my computer to surf. No conversation, I try, but nothing. I cannot express the level of my lividity last night at his baseless prickness.
BREATHE
He is so selfish. Just because he wasn't the focus of everyone's attention this weekend, he is moodish.
BREATHE
I am so very much done with him for now. His attitude is awful and I don't want that in my life.
BREATHE
There, I feel better.
Other People's Blogs
I was writing an entry about my weight when I realized it really had no point but for a few lines I really liked. So I deleted the crap and kept the first part simply for my own amusement and perversions...
...Since I am a girl, I obviously have body image issues, it's our way and if anyone denies it they are lying, just like if a guy says he doesn't masturbate, he is totally lying.
Also, the line: "I love me curvies" must be preserved.
Best. Weekend. Ever.
I had the best weekend ever. First off, I got free tickets to the baseball game and since the home team is in first place, that is sort of cool. But no one wanted to go with me. Yes, I know it was last minute, but it's free CLUB LEVEL baseball with free very nice parking (the tickets included a parking pass). Everyone was too tired or the weather was crappy (it's called a coat) or they were playing golf. I finally convinced my parents and sister to go with me and because we were there we won 5-4, it was super.
And then Great Friend Britt flew in from Hell (Albuquerque) and I met her and her brother downtown. Where we walked and laughed and met up with some other people including Best Non-Boyfriend Boyfriend Matt (who was acting like a poop), Britt's friend Travis (who I now have a major crush on), and some of his friends. You see, Travis and I were, many months ago, supposed to meet and hang out when he was visiting The Middle, we didn't and since that time, Britt has laid claim to his affections, even though they are 800 miles away from each other and yeah, it sucks for me.
Anyway, he's great...
... and we all went to the bars and since I didn't want to get sick, I stopped drinking at 5, that's PM, not AM. So I was pretty sober for the night's festivities, which is more than I can say about some people. I laughed more this weekend (and got kissed more, boys and girls) than I have in at least 6 months, which is so sad. We all wound up at Britt's hotel and some drama ensued (some of it only in my head), which I will not go into, but it was there. We went to an amusement park on Sunday and then Travis and I took them to the airport and he and I went back to my place. And before you all think I started playing the slut card right then and there, we watched a movie, talked and went to bed, him on couch, me in bed. Whole separate rooms.
It was fun.
PS - And I found money in the street on Saturday night/Sunday morning, 5 bucks. Hey, it's better than finding nothing in the street.
PPS - I only paid $13 for parking all weekend. That is really good condidering
NO ONE WOULD VALIDATE!
The Streak Continues
I went to the dentist this morning and I am proud to announce that I am cavity free for the 24th year in a row. I'd like to thank my mom for always impressing on me the importance of good oral hygiene and my dentist for always giving me free toothbrush when I visit.
I was at work until 8pm last night. I am always here late on Thursdays, but that was ridiculous. I mean, yes, I went to PT at 4:45 but I came back and worked until 8, went home, fed the cat, packed and went to my parent's house (the dentist is closer to them since mom works for him). I probably would have gotten out of here at a decent hour if my boss's boss wasn't such a
tool (my new favorite word). He had me doing this project that he could have done in 2 minutes. It took me 2 hours.
On the bright side, my boss said I could go home early because of it.
Silver lining, people.
YEA!!
My very good friend Britty called me last night (after calling my parents and talking to my mom, thinking it was me, we sound very similar over the phone) and she is going to visit this weekend. She left The Middle a couple of years ago to live near her parents. But she is coming to visit which means I am going to be spending a lot of time in town laughing and acting a fool, which is my happiest time. MMMM...foolery. She is bringing her brother (20, legal) who I am told has had a crush on me since we were kids so this will be interesting.
Britty and I met in high school through a then mutual friend. I stopped being friends with this person, because she was a heinous bitch and Brit followed me in the exodus. We have been great friends ever since. But since she lives away and my favorite mode of communication is email and she rarely reads her email, communication is sporadic between us. But I don't care because she is visiting!! I am very excited. Can you tell?
This also means I have to do my dishes, put my laundry away, vacuum and dust. But it's worth it.
The Thing about Things, AKA Oh Yeah
I tend to keep things much longer than I should...Bits of paper, keepsakes, boyfriends, clothing. I came to this realization when I was cleaning out a desk I have at home. I found manuals for a phone a haven't used in a year, notebooks that I used when I was a reporter (5 years ago), mini radio (broken) maps of the London Underground system, you name it, I had it in that desk. Jimmy Hoffa was stuffed in the back of one drawer. I put the things I could use in a bin at the top of my closet and the rest was scattered around the house. I don't know why I keep it all, it don't use it, but I know as soon as I throw it out, I will have a need for it.
I keep these things out of a weird sense of loyalty to them. This theory is most often dredged up when I realize I have been with the wrong person for far too long. College Boyfriend falls into this category.
Last night to bed I wore the oldest piece of clothing I own, it is a tee-shirt I got for my 5th grade graduation, It was big then and still fits (mostly because after years of washing and drying, it it really stretched out). All the glitter is gone, there are holes everywhere, but I can't part with it. My parents gave it to me, it was my first piece of Class of 2000 paraphenalia. It's special, Hole-y and special.
Oh Yeah
::singing::I am back on caffeinated coffee and feelin' so fine. I don't know why I go off this stuff.
Oh Yeah
Oh and I am trying a new shampoo, My head feels very soft and manageable and not weighed down by heavy conditioners. I am a one woman ad campaign. I should be getting paid for this.
Goddamn
Goddamn I was bored last night. After I biked, baked, organized, cleaned and ran errands, I had nothing to do from about 3pm on. I got my haircut, I bought juice. God, I was bored. I am sure I could have emptied my dishwasher or put my laundry away, but who wants to do that, not me I tell you that. Have you ever been in one of those moods where while you have tons of stuff you could be doing, you just don't wanna? That was me last night. So I wallowed in my boredom. Sat on the couch, ate some Oreos (best cookie ever) and continued to read a very cynical book. I am cynical, but this book takes the cake. It's "Sex and the City" and I loved the television series, but the book is something else entirely. I enjoy the book because it makes me feel good about the person that I am. These women and men in the book lead very empty lives. I am still bored.
