Tuesday, November 27, 2007


I am meeting the Teacher's parents and aunt on Saturday. I am a mite freaked.


Well, Thanksgiving was nearly a week ago, so I thought I would update you all on the goings on. We got off early on Wednesday, and by "we," I mean other people, and by "early," I mean 4pm. I left at 4:45pm. Because I never leave on time and it's starting to piss me off. Also, I do a lot of shit that isn't in my job description (fetching lunches, calling tire places, taking calls during lunch, taking calls in the back when there is a person right there to take it, etc). OK, had to vent, done now.

Anyway, Thursday, I cleaned out my file drawers at home (yes, I am going the shred the stuff I am tossing) and went to Mom and Dad's for shrimp. When I got home I made steak teriyaki and spinach dip for the next day, not bad, but too spinachy

On Friday, we had our Thanksgiving. M & D met the Teacher (they like him) and Roomie, BF, Teacher and Matt were my guests for dinner. We had a table away from those with children (because, you really do want to be able to curse and talk about lewd things at the table without fear or warping young minds). This was also the family birthday celebration. I got cards and giftage. The Teacher gave me a framed picture of Japan (he took it and it's pretty). I stayed at M & D's house that night (it was snowing and I was very tired). Also, the Teacher is deathly allergic to my dogs and was such a trooper, wheezing through photo albums and questions from my parents.

Saturday (actual birthday, it feels weird to say I am 26), Mom and I went shopping, I only had to go to Wal-Mart to get some gift cards, she had to go all over, so I tagged along. Then the Teacher came over to celebrate and we looked at his Germany album (featuring a holiday market) and went to the local German HolidayMarket and ate and drank and ate some more. We got mugs. Matt joined us later.

Sunday, having gathered every holiday movie ever made, I set out candy and cookies and ordered pizza and had a holiday fest of my own. We decorated the tree, put out all my Christmas knickknacks, put on carols and watched 5 movies. Very fun.

Monday shaped up to be hell. The office holiday party is coming and I am very behind schedule and no one is RSVPing (which is just rude, look at your calendar, see if you can make it and let me know. Don't just look at the invitation and not do anything). Anyway, I have help this year from our PR person, but she's young and knows nothing, but has power, so it's a pain.

Hope you are all well. My leftovers are gone, albeit one slice of turkey.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Reality is Unreal

So I am watching TV last night after completing my grandmother's Christmas present and flipping past MTV, something I rarely do as I hate the network, except when they actually play videos, and I saw a cat fight.

Being a human being, I paused, cursed my violence loving heritage and settled in. It was a fight between two women for the love of one Miss Tila Tequila on "A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila." She's a model and has her own dating show (the American dream). She is also supposedly bi (I am thinking gay for pay), so she has women and men fighting for her love.

This fight, however, was 2 women with several of Tila's other suitors looking on (the men looked surprisingly queer). The women in question were fighting over (and I couldn't make out most of it over the screaming and the bleeping): honesty. One was a liar and the other was calling her on it. The two-toned blond/brunette was "in love with Tila, but couldn't handle all of this." The brunette had to be taken away, and most likely kicked off the show or arrested. Miss Two-Tone left the show during this episode.

You really have to wonder about people who go on these shows. Are they looking to launch a career? Truly find love? Find an excuse to make a fool of themselves in a national arena? I don't know.

Yes, honesty is important (referencing the fight), but it's nothing to roll around on the floor over. Especially when you are wearing a short dress and no underwear.

Put on some panties you slag, be a lady. This is not how you win the love of a bi-sexual, hip-hop singing model. This is television, cable television mind you, but television nonetheless.

Monday, November 19, 2007

Naked with Strangers

As you may or may not know, the Teacher took me away for a pre-birthday birthday celebratory weekend. We went to this place in the mountains that features natural hot springs and caves.

It was wonderful, we got to spend time in a 90 degree mineral pool.

Then we were separated for the caves. You learn to become very comfortable with your body when surrounded by 10 naked women lounging around steam caves and baths.

When we had baked ourselves in the pools for a while, we went to dinner and retired back to our room.

The next morning was breakfast, more hot springs for me, the local cemetery (thank God for modern medicine and childhood vaccines), then lunch and shopping.

It was a glorious weekend. He is so wonderful for treating me to it. I am already planning his birthday trip.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Birthday Wishes...Because Sometimes You Need Reminding

As my birthday approaches and that of countless people around the world, I would like to wish everyone, young and the young at heart, many happy things...

Good Health...

Good Fortune...

Good Dreams...

Love, Laughter and Happiness.

I was reminded of the need to hope for good things for the world by a very good friend.

Because sometimes you need reminding.

(that and to not be so mean, which I am working on)

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Snow's A Comin'

It's going to snow soon (I can feel it in soon to be old bones).

So Sore

I turn 26 is 10 days, an event of which I was reminded so sweetly of by the Teacher with this little bit of information, "you are going to be closer to 30 than 20." He can bite me, cause you know what, he's older!

He is taking me away this weekend for said birthday. I am one spoiled girly-friend, I tell ya. Super excited about it. The trip, not the spoiled part.

Roomie, Teacher and I (the BettyLou, so to be BettyLou Who as the holidays approach) went to see The Swell Season last night, so amazing. Glen Hansard is so funny and personable and immensely talented, as was Markita and the rest of the band (The Frames). The encore lasted a good 30-40 minutes. It was the best concert I've ever seen. I also got to stand by the stage in Teacher's arms. That is why my thighs are sore.

See attached pictures.

Markita and Glen are dating and you can so tell. He tunes his guitar for her and looks lovingly at her when he sings certain songs.

Stars, Stars
Teach me how to shine
So that I can know
What's on your mind.

MMMM, Yeah

All together now, say it with me: Daddy Issues!

Friday, November 09, 2007


Good things are happening all around.

The Teacher and I are in love, or lurve, as we say in my family.

He got a great job with amazing perks (discounted airfare!) yesterday.

I am sipping on "God's Drink" (pumpkin spice latte) this morning.

My office is going to be closed the Friday after Thanksgiving.

I am being taken away for my birthday.

Life is happy. I hope you all feel the same.

Thursday, November 08, 2007

550th Post

Many happy things:

The Teacher came home!

5 days is just too much (considering we've spent nearly every day together since we started dating). Definitely too much.

It was a good homecoming.

Monday, November 05, 2007

More Holidays

Happy Guy Fawkes Day everyone. I know none of my readers are English (although some affect the accent every now and again, including myself), but I am a history buff, so we are celebrating.

So, therefore it's Bonfire Night.

Be safe and light the BBQ and sing this song:

Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t'was his intent
To blow up King and Parliament.
Three-score barrels of powder below
To prove old England's overthrow;
By God's providence he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!


The pre-nuggeted chicken in Brennan. The pea pod is Sammy, my parent's neighbor's little side-dish.

This is what Halloween is about people... really cute babies in really cute outfits.

Thursday, November 01, 2007


Not me, I am fine. I am very happy.

It's the boy at work who likes me .

I said something about the Teacher and he got this look on his face, sort or shock, surprise and horror.

Then he made some passing comment to the tune of "oh, you have a boyfriend, that's too bad."

Sad, but funny at the same time. If I were the type to play with people's emotions, I could revel in this. I, however, am not evil and I got enough attention from my parents as a child.

He is just pissing me off. Now he is making an effort to come to my desk (he works in the back, I'm up front) and talk to me. I have work to do, I can't just sit and chitchat because he needs an excuse to talk to me. It's frustrating and I want to slap him and say "snap out of it."

Boys are dumb.