Friday, September 29, 2006

News! My minions

I am no longer a burden on society or my couch. I GOT A JOB! I will be an administrator with a property management group. I temped for them one day and they loved me so much, they asked me to come on permanently. Apparently the current girl is incompetent because, seriously, who would hire me for this job. Anyway, the news came at 8:30 this morning and I let everyone and their mother know, including mine, by noon. I am very excited, I start Wednesday, because I am still wrapping books for a pittance downtown. Oh, happy day.

I am going on my first camping trip this weekend with Daria and Brian. BF is working.

PS - My friend K is engaged! My first friend to marry.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Oh Boy, It's Tuesday

Hey kids, I'm back. So, the BF sit-e-ation has improved. He apologized for being a world class jerk. My mom thinks he is just showing his true nature, but we talked about it and I don't think that is the case, although that ugly little thought pops into my head every now and again, thanks mom. NO, he was stressed about some stuff. And he did make it up to me, he went on a hike (the boy don't hike). Phase 1 is complete. Groveling will commence soon.

Movie Review of the Week, or Month Rather Cause it's Been Awhile:

Blade Trinity: Fun, funny, great special effects, cool weapons, an overall enjoyable experience. Except, and there is always an except, Dominic Purcell, cutie though he is, tried to affect this demonic sounding voice (or he was going for a new register, or just hadn't gotten the hang on an American accent yet, he was raised in Australia, you know). It was silly and bad, but thankfully his character didn't talk much so it was kinda ok. Ryan Reynolds played his usual smartass. It was super

The Black Dahlia: Beautiful, yet so pointless. The film is visually stunning. But the characters are underdeveloped if at all, the story is convoluted and stupid (most of the actions and scenes seemed out of place) and any emotion displayed by the actors is completely without context or meaning. I want Scarlett Johansson's hair (her's was the only decently played character), but still utterly pointless. De Palma goes up there with Kubrick on the list of directors I can't stand on principle.

Monday, September 25, 2006

The Sporting Self

If you can get hurt doing something, it's can be labeled a sport. And by that logic, bowling has been upgraded from game to sport, because I hurt myself bowling last week. Pathetic, I know. But on the third game (Mondays and Wednesdays are $1 nights, something new we learned), 9th frame, I twinged my back something awful. It's been hurting ever since. It is getting better every day, so I have hope.

Pool and poker are still games though. Skill and chance, skill and chance.

In other news: Fidget and I spent the entire weekend together and yesterday, he was a complete ass. I don't know why, maybe because he can't get to his brother's wedding, or he's not sleeping well at my house or his allergies are acting up. But still, he was being a dick.

He apologized today though and promised to make it up to me. And who can be mad at him. The smile, the eyes, the lips...anyway...He owes me big time.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Born in the Wrong Time

I did some basic reception work today. The company was very friendly and the AC wasn't up too high so it was an enjoyable experience. I did some copying, sorting, bundling and phone work. I love transferring phone calls. It makes me feel like one of those old fashioned telephone operators. But instead of getting to listen in on other people's conversations and talking to Flo in the next seat, I am encouraged to read PEOPLE and JANE. It was also a good day because one of the managers asked for my resume. I networked! He liked how quickly I could pick up new things.

Also I am up for a few other long tern temp jobs and that one with PIE. So things are looking up, job-wise.

PS - Fidget brought me the most beautiful tulips tonight, and chocolates. They are so pretty.

Monday, September 18, 2006

This week in the news

Life Update:

Fidget met the parents (I know, big right? Yeah, not so much), they love him. Mom actually asked "what's wrong with him that he is so perfect and not taken?" Nothing yet, but it's only been 2 weeks and I am enjoying the happy.

Found a good one I guess.

And apparently I am only the second girl that he has brought home that his parents have actually liked. So whoohoo for me.

The people at PIE are trying to torture me. I called today to see if they had made a decision about the job I interviewed for. They won't know until Thursday! Come on now. I need to know. Torture I tell you, torture.

I figure since 3 things in my life are going so well (Fidget, family, health) that work will soon fall into place. I also have a prayer network working on it. Mom has made a deal with god (she won't tell me what kind) that I get this job. Grandma is praying so hard that mom can feel it, it's freaky. So you see, it's not just torture for me, they are torturing members of my family and that just won't do.

Had a cake and bitch with Gen, Mel and Jackie on Sunday. Currently setting up a double date with me, Fidget, Gen and Brian. So hopefully that will work out.

Also, we learned that boys are stupid (not mine) and should be thrown at one another (catapult style).

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Falling, falling, falling

Last night's conversation:

Location: The Rialto Cafe
Over sweet cornbread and drinks

Me: So, what are we? Are we dating, are we, and this is so adolescent, boyfriend-girlfriend?
Fidget: I'd love to introduce you as my girlfriend.
Me: I'd like that.
Fidget: Well, that was easy.
Me: I'm a pretty simple girl.

I have a boyfriend!! Whoohoo and yea!

Thursday, September 14, 2006

On and on it goes

Went on a job interview today. You know how in some interviews it goes really well and you talk forever and you think you have the job set... And then you don't get it? And sometimes, you are convinced they hate you and you get the job? Well, I don't think she hated me, but we didn't chat. So, I don't know. It was at this place whose anagram is PIE, I could work for pie, that would be kinda cool to say.

Pray for me, send happy pink thoughts my way...

I will hopefully hear from them soon.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Freaks on Parade

Seriously, am I just a magnet for freaks. Two weeks ago, I meet a foot fetishist at the bar (creepy...I hate feet). Last week, a strange man sat at my table when Adrian and I were having dinner (because his female dinner companions were having a "Ladies Conversation"). Today, I accidentally dialed the wrong number, did not leave a message and the guy calls me back. Who does that? If the message isn't for you or if you don't recognize the number, you don't call back. Seriously.

Brighter note: Job interview tomorrow!

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Kittens in Smit

I am totally smitten. Let me just tell you. I can barely see straight. Man this feels good.

Monday, September 11, 2006


There are few things in this world that I want. Peace is at the top. A pair of high heels that don;t pinch my feet is a close second. A construction crew that doesn't start before 9am just moved into the top three, pushing out getting a job. Yes, they are doing some work on the concrete in the back of the building, where I live. That's fine, it may need to be done, I don't know. But did they have to start so early. Yes, it is probably my fault having spent another late night with Fidget (things are going very well BTW, his family likes me. I've met most of the clan), but still...Diesel is not a happy smell to wake up to.

Also...I have come to realize that I am in that incredibly grey area of adulthood where I can shop in the both the junior and adult section of the store and where I am completely confused about the rules governing sex. In high school it was easy, I didn't. In college it was a little more difficult. I have never been the type to just jump into bed with someone. Most of the people I have been with I have known for years. But post college/young career time is hard. BNBB Matt says if I can wait 4 weeks, then my staying power is amazing. Matt is a bit of a whore though. Some say if it is right, do it (everyone). Others say wait (mom). I have been testing the limits of my self control in other aspects of my life. These experiments have proven that if I put my mind to it, I can stalve off anything.

But what if I don't want to anymore? Don't I deserve a little happy? I guess I will continue on the path of "when it happens, it happens."

PS -It's the 5th anniversary of 9/11, hug someone you love, do something kind for a stranger. Remember the past or we are doomed to repeat it.

Sunday, September 10, 2006

The Bearable Lightness of Being

It's strange liking someone new...getting to know them...kissing them. You have to get used to a whole new set of patterns and habits. You don't know what their favorite restaurant is. They don't know all your stories.

But you learn and that's fun.

Fidget and I have known each other a week and have gone out at least 5 times. It's progressing fairly quickly, to say the least. I have already met his parents, grandmother, sister and brother in law. He likes me (he told me so), I like him (I told him so), we want this to progress into something substantial. This is the most forthright relationship (if you can call it that yet), that I have ever been in. Last night I pulled in the reins though. If you go too fast physically, you lose so much. You don't establish intimacy, you can't go back once you've crossed the line and since I want this to be different, I slowed it down. The reins are pulled, the stage has stopped on the trail.

I am so surprised at my self control. This is new for me. It's an interesting feeling. I don't know if I like it or not. We'll just have to see.

I forgot how exhausting dating is. Talking til the wee hours, having to look cute and sweet for as long as possible (when they see you without makeup, it's all downhill from there). But again, fun.

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

They Call Him Fidget

Faster than la la la la la...Ok, so I don't know the lyrics. But Fidget is what I am calling the very sweet man who I am seeing. He is very fidgety due to some previous injuries he has sustained. It's kinda cute actually.

I met his parents last night. I went over to their house to watch the "House" season premier. They are very nice and creative and caring.

PS - He thinks I am stunning and smart and he is courteous and kind. He opens doors and listens and makes sure I am comfortable and considering he is the first person in a long time to display these qualities to me, I am incredibly impressed and fascinated.

Also, he is willing to watch my favorite movies with me. Not an easy task.

We have both been given the "Don't Screw This Up" talks from our parents, mine included something about respect and whoreiness. And apparently, his mom gushed about me to his brother. So there's that.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006


I hope everyone's weekend was lovely. Mine was super. The final day of the long holiday weekend was the best though. I had a date. Yes, I know it's been a long time, but apparently, I still know how to carry on a decent conversation because we talked until 4am. This is my Pool Sharking teammate. He just called me up, very spontaneous, and asked me to dinner (I am so not a Rules girl). We went to Red Lobster. Then it was 2 movies at my house and talking til 4. He did have to go eventually, because, well, he works.

Well, I am off to apply for more jobs. Have a great day all.

Monday, September 04, 2006

They Call Me The Shark

I went over to M & D's house last night for dinner and shopping (I needed new sheets and I had gift cards to their mall). My sheets are very pretty. Anyway, we had dinner, K came down with her BF. He is a very sweet boy, and he made good with the family by playing Trivial Pursuit with us (the family game).

After being trounced by K and Dad (again, it's so sad). I went off to play pool with Daria and some of her volleyball friends. I have sporty friends, who knows why they hang out with me. Anyway, I had a blast. I teamed up with Bo (mostly because he has his own cue and he asked me to be his teammate). He is very sweet. We spanked D and her teammate Bryan. Spanked! We lost the first game but once we got into the groove and the alcohol, we started cleaning up.

We were pretty wired after that so at 2am we went for a walk on the trail. Bo and I talked the entire time. And then when we got back, he stayed when D and Bry left and we watched a movie with me til 4:30am.

We exchanged vitals and have tentative plans to see each other again.

Bonus Feature: He listens when I talk and didn't try to go after my feet.

Sunday, September 03, 2006

Tools of the Trade

YSR has gone international! I have a reader from across the pond and that rocks.

So I was at the bar last night. And OFJ and I were reveling in the first real day of fall when this tool came up to us. Now, here is where I impart my many years of dating experience onto the masses: If you make the decision to come up to a table of women, have something to say. "I'm not a talker" is not an excuse for dullness. My god, he was boring. He kept trying to impress us with tales of international intrigue that he had supposedly been a part of. He was full of bullshit.

He actually had the gall to say he came over to talk to J, but settled for me. Who does that? Like a said, he was a tool.

And he was way too old for us. I can handle 30, but 35...not so much.

But J got to talk to the cute bartender she had been eyeing all night and I got to crash on her couch.

The joy that is the singles scene in The Middle.

Saturday, September 02, 2006

Dumped By A Favorite

I feel like I was just dumped. Not by a boy, or a job. By life. It might be the weather though. It's a beautiful grey outside, holding well in the 50s. It's a wonderful day, but I still feel off. I need tea.

Friday, September 01, 2006

The Walls are Talking

Either my neighbors are having a great party or really weird sex. I am thinking it's the first. It could be both.

These are the same neighbors who sing and play guitar at 7am, presumably in the bathroom, because that is where I hear them the best, or worst, because they are tone-deaf.

It's Friday night and I am at home watching TV. I feel a little pathetic. I am calling the friends tomorrow.