Here's the thing about sitting by yourself in a bar - you inevitably get bored and start dialing. First I called my best friend in Iowa, who was her delightful old self and a nice catch up. Then another friend called, saying she couldn't make it out. Then my other friend said he and his girlfriend were going home, eating dinner and doing laundry (?) and then I dialed the cute boy who will now be referred to as the CB. He didn't pick up. I left a cheesy message and hung up. Nice job MG with a guy you don't even know where you stand with.
Speaking of standing with - let me tell you about my text messages with #3, who will now be referred to as Rockstar or RS (even though he was not).
MG: "I'm online all day today and no taunting."
RS (later that night): "you weren't online - I was there all day"
MG: Sure I was. What are you wearing (inside joke of our previous hook ups)?
Boring banter, blah blah work. But then I bring out the big dogs
MG: So you working it at the truck stop (another joke)
RS: "You know me - gotta work for the dolla"
MG: So when are you going to put out again?
RS: "Thought you wanted me to save some truckers"
RS: "But there's plenty to go around"
We argued over rates for awhile (dolla comment) and I asked him to decide on the "package" he was going to put together for me. He told me he had to leave, I told him that proved why he was only worth a dollar. He told me "U know how we do"
Hmmm. How we did? We did nothing. It hurt (see New Year's Post). I woosed out. He suddenly remembered he was Catholic and blew me out of his life until he became single again. Then I'm acceptable.
I've decided nothing will probably happen with the CB, which is probably better as I couldn't handle someone who was good to me and would jump into bed with RS anyway.
It's not much sex, but it's a bit back. And I'm more confused as ever.
Monday, July 31, 2006
Why no weekend posts after fun happenings?
You see my friends, there was a really cool thunderstorm on Thursday, it was all lightning and thunder, rumbling black clouds. It was awesome. Until lightning hit our house. That's sexy.
The best part of the story is that I went out with the cute boy, and though the service sucked and I only had four beers, I contemplated the reason why my lights wouldn't turn on as me being drunk. The reason why the TV zapped me when I turned it on for Simpons, was because I was drunk and the reason as why my alarm was blinking as a power outage. Turns out I was wrong. A lightning bolt slammed into a tree in our yard, deflected to the metal chime and zapped out all our power. There was no internet, no TV, no air conditioning.
We got lucky, the house could have burnt down, the air conditioning got fixed and the internet was back up last night. I still have no TV, but let's face it - I'm not home that often anyhow to watch it.
Backing up to Gallery Night happenings. Way too many shots and I began to neglect my duties. I was approached by a co-worker with a bottle of water and told that my dad called and he was on the way - sober up. I snuck outside to smoke one last time before he showed up, do a little flirting with the door man and headed up just to see him there. He promptly snuck out and I passed around another round of shots.
Then cute boy arrived, did some shots with him and headed to walk him out. In my lovely drunken stage, I kissed him. It was horrible. But I caught him off guard, so I blame that.
I'm on the deck complaining to a friend and the doorman hears. I started cleaning up and he cornered me, "Let me show you how you should be kissed." Bam!
I was caught of guard and thought to myself, "What the hell are you doing?" Pulled away and said, "That's all you got?" Promptly, I ran away.
In the morning I felt like crap only to go the family reunion and kick myself in the butt. The cute guy probably thinks I'm creepy, the door guy is a slut. What is a girl to do?
After the reunion me and #1 went to our friend's birthday but he was sick and I felt like shit so that didn't last too long. I went home and went to bed.
The next morning I dressed for the game when I hear my old cell beep, "1 New Message"
How am I supposed to taunt you when you're not online? #3
I just looked. Mystified. Stunned. Confused.
My phone rings and it's cute boy. He wanted to see how I was doing (insert the Awws) we talked briefly and hung up. I text messaged back to #3 "Did you mean to text me?"
He did. We text messaged all day. And I still don't know what he's doing, mind games. Bad ideas. No more destructive relationships (right BZ).
Gulp. I did a little sluething and found that he is single again (thanks MySpace - but really, if you're 38 why are you on MySpace?). No happy thoughts, he'll just play with my mind and I'll end up in tears.
Cute boy had class and I didn't know what to do when I greeted him. He's so cute. Agh. Just do me.
The best part of the story is that I went out with the cute boy, and though the service sucked and I only had four beers, I contemplated the reason why my lights wouldn't turn on as me being drunk. The reason why the TV zapped me when I turned it on for Simpons, was because I was drunk and the reason as why my alarm was blinking as a power outage. Turns out I was wrong. A lightning bolt slammed into a tree in our yard, deflected to the metal chime and zapped out all our power. There was no internet, no TV, no air conditioning.
We got lucky, the house could have burnt down, the air conditioning got fixed and the internet was back up last night. I still have no TV, but let's face it - I'm not home that often anyhow to watch it.
Backing up to Gallery Night happenings. Way too many shots and I began to neglect my duties. I was approached by a co-worker with a bottle of water and told that my dad called and he was on the way - sober up. I snuck outside to smoke one last time before he showed up, do a little flirting with the door man and headed up just to see him there. He promptly snuck out and I passed around another round of shots.
Then cute boy arrived, did some shots with him and headed to walk him out. In my lovely drunken stage, I kissed him. It was horrible. But I caught him off guard, so I blame that.
I'm on the deck complaining to a friend and the doorman hears. I started cleaning up and he cornered me, "Let me show you how you should be kissed." Bam!
I was caught of guard and thought to myself, "What the hell are you doing?" Pulled away and said, "That's all you got?" Promptly, I ran away.
In the morning I felt like crap only to go the family reunion and kick myself in the butt. The cute guy probably thinks I'm creepy, the door guy is a slut. What is a girl to do?
After the reunion me and #1 went to our friend's birthday but he was sick and I felt like shit so that didn't last too long. I went home and went to bed.
The next morning I dressed for the game when I hear my old cell beep, "1 New Message"
How am I supposed to taunt you when you're not online? #3
I just looked. Mystified. Stunned. Confused.
My phone rings and it's cute boy. He wanted to see how I was doing (insert the Awws) we talked briefly and hung up. I text messaged back to #3 "Did you mean to text me?"
He did. We text messaged all day. And I still don't know what he's doing, mind games. Bad ideas. No more destructive relationships (right BZ).
Gulp. I did a little sluething and found that he is single again (thanks MySpace - but really, if you're 38 why are you on MySpace?). No happy thoughts, he'll just play with my mind and I'll end up in tears.
Cute boy had class and I didn't know what to do when I greeted him. He's so cute. Agh. Just do me.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Oh Crap! It's Thursday 13!
13 Reasons I'm Awesome this Week.
1. I joined the bone marrow registry!
2. I asked for a raise! And it's being considered!
3. I was able to secure $150 in gift certs for a non-profit gig.
4. I got a cute boy to go out for a drink with me.
5. I found my glasses.
6. I was able to network on my own.
7. My lousy month of sales - is still over the regular sales before I got here.
8. I got to pet the baby bunnies :)
9. I was able to get three new companies to sign up!
10.I've mastered Jell-O shot making
11.I spent time with my cat yesterday and he loved me for it.
12.I saw my old friend at the restaurant and was able to reconnect!
13.It's Thursday and I remembered to post this list, that's why I'm awesome.
1. I joined the bone marrow registry!
2. I asked for a raise! And it's being considered!
3. I was able to secure $150 in gift certs for a non-profit gig.
4. I got a cute boy to go out for a drink with me.
5. I found my glasses.
6. I was able to network on my own.
7. My lousy month of sales - is still over the regular sales before I got here.
8. I got to pet the baby bunnies :)
9. I was able to get three new companies to sign up!
10.I've mastered Jell-O shot making
11.I spent time with my cat yesterday and he loved me for it.
12.I saw my old friend at the restaurant and was able to reconnect!
13.It's Thursday and I remembered to post this list, that's why I'm awesome.
Insert vertebrae here, here, here and OH! here
Congratulations MG, you have a spine. And an incredibly great place to work that will still get your time and dedication!
The COO agreed to offer me a different structure and said she should be able to present me with new numbers next week! Hooray! I'm so pumped! It's nice to know that your work (and yourself) are appreciated.
Onto other news ...
Will "Single in the City" finally get to have a raunchy sex article? Maybe. The cute boy that works around the corner FINALLY accepted a drink offering for 6:30. I've been thinking about having two martinis, claiming to be too tipsy and screwing him in the car. Yes, I said it. It's been WAY to long to not hold back. Although, I probably will. Damn conscious and all.
Friend/Friend relationship?What do you do when you know your two friends are good for each other but one is 30 and a commitment phobe? You spend 45 minutes telling him to get over himself or his self-prophecies will be right. Granted, he is the male version of me so it's kind of hypocritical but tit-for-tat.
The COO agreed to offer me a different structure and said she should be able to present me with new numbers next week! Hooray! I'm so pumped! It's nice to know that your work (and yourself) are appreciated.
Onto other news ...
Will "Single in the City" finally get to have a raunchy sex article? Maybe. The cute boy that works around the corner FINALLY accepted a drink offering for 6:30. I've been thinking about having two martinis, claiming to be too tipsy and screwing him in the car. Yes, I said it. It's been WAY to long to not hold back. Although, I probably will. Damn conscious and all.
Friend/Friend relationship?What do you do when you know your two friends are good for each other but one is 30 and a commitment phobe? You spend 45 minutes telling him to get over himself or his self-prophecies will be right. Granted, he is the male version of me so it's kind of hypocritical but tit-for-tat.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Six more weeks.
Eh gad. Only six more weeks to vacation. On top of pining away how I will save up the cash in just three pay periods, I found out today that our insurance takes out $50 per paycheck to cover. Ouch.
This sudden documentation prompted me to schedule a meeting with our owner and COO to discuss my position so far. If all goes as planned we'll touch base on performace, adding on tasks, time management and improvements. Then I'll drop the bomb. I've decided that I need to take the risk and see if they'll readjust my comission scale to a lower base. I firmly believe that my actions thus far have shown that I deserve that base; however, there is little opportunity for me to hit commissions while we are in our growing spurt. I'm going to explain (and bring notes, probably after this post) that at this point it's impossible to sell more than $25K a month without ticking off clients, something I'm not willing to do. Selling onsite corporate classes is also not an option since our current instructors are in class. Therefore there are two options that I have at this point to make the money that I need to. (I'll also re-iterate that I did ask if we could renegotiate my structure after 3 months and it's been 4)
Option A (and preferred): Adjust my commission scale accordingly, where based on my average sales a month ($15K) I can still reasonably bring in what I'm making now. I'm willing to go down about $10K a year to have a structure to support this. Therefore, I can perceive my goals as achievable.
Option B: Realizing that we just hired a new employee for our Admin position, moved locations in our Madison office, need to hire at least one employee there and need to purchase additional machines since classes are so full, I realize at this point adjusting my commission structure may not be cost efficient; however, I will need to get an additional job to this one which means limiting my activities in the evenings and weekends to accompany a job that I may be required to work at for 20 or so hours a week.
Hopefully the catch up doesn't resort me to tears in finding out that there's a lot I can change and I still have a back bone to go over my requests.
Grow a back bone. Grow a back bone. Grow a back bone.
In weekend news, here is some humor that will make you laugh.
While getting drunk with my sister on her porch on Sunday she looks at me 1/2 whiskey eyed and says, "Grandma watches a lot of TV. A LOT of TV. She knows you had an STD."
"What?" I think to myself. My grandma knows all about the cervical cancer testing that I've been repeating three times a year (or so, when I have money).
She continues, "Well, all those new commercials say that the cause of cervical cancer is an STD known as HPV."
Guess Grandma doesn't think her little grand daughter is a virgin any more.
About four hours later at my cousin's graduation party:
A girl walks in that I immediately recognize as a host from my old restaurant. I ask my sister if she knows who she is, she tells me "one of their friends." I say outloud (because there's so much beer in me at this point I can't possibly have an inside thought, "She was a big old whore."
About 1/2 hour later my sister sits next to my cousin (tell me you didn't see this one coming), "MG used to work with that girl." He nods his head "Yes" she had informed him, "That's my girlfriend." He says proudly. To which she replies "MG says she's a whore."
Gulp. What? Thanks. She returns back to the table, "Why did you say that?" She tells me it's because I didn't say it was a secret. I look at her and say "What in the word 'whore' doesn't scream secret!"
Gotta love family.
This sudden documentation prompted me to schedule a meeting with our owner and COO to discuss my position so far. If all goes as planned we'll touch base on performace, adding on tasks, time management and improvements. Then I'll drop the bomb. I've decided that I need to take the risk and see if they'll readjust my comission scale to a lower base. I firmly believe that my actions thus far have shown that I deserve that base; however, there is little opportunity for me to hit commissions while we are in our growing spurt. I'm going to explain (and bring notes, probably after this post) that at this point it's impossible to sell more than $25K a month without ticking off clients, something I'm not willing to do. Selling onsite corporate classes is also not an option since our current instructors are in class. Therefore there are two options that I have at this point to make the money that I need to. (I'll also re-iterate that I did ask if we could renegotiate my structure after 3 months and it's been 4)
Option A (and preferred): Adjust my commission scale accordingly, where based on my average sales a month ($15K) I can still reasonably bring in what I'm making now. I'm willing to go down about $10K a year to have a structure to support this. Therefore, I can perceive my goals as achievable.
Option B: Realizing that we just hired a new employee for our Admin position, moved locations in our Madison office, need to hire at least one employee there and need to purchase additional machines since classes are so full, I realize at this point adjusting my commission structure may not be cost efficient; however, I will need to get an additional job to this one which means limiting my activities in the evenings and weekends to accompany a job that I may be required to work at for 20 or so hours a week.
Hopefully the catch up doesn't resort me to tears in finding out that there's a lot I can change and I still have a back bone to go over my requests.
Grow a back bone. Grow a back bone. Grow a back bone.
In weekend news, here is some humor that will make you laugh.
While getting drunk with my sister on her porch on Sunday she looks at me 1/2 whiskey eyed and says, "Grandma watches a lot of TV. A LOT of TV. She knows you had an STD."
"What?" I think to myself. My grandma knows all about the cervical cancer testing that I've been repeating three times a year (or so, when I have money).
She continues, "Well, all those new commercials say that the cause of cervical cancer is an STD known as HPV."
Guess Grandma doesn't think her little grand daughter is a virgin any more.
About four hours later at my cousin's graduation party:
A girl walks in that I immediately recognize as a host from my old restaurant. I ask my sister if she knows who she is, she tells me "one of their friends." I say outloud (because there's so much beer in me at this point I can't possibly have an inside thought, "She was a big old whore."
About 1/2 hour later my sister sits next to my cousin (tell me you didn't see this one coming), "MG used to work with that girl." He nods his head "Yes" she had informed him, "That's my girlfriend." He says proudly. To which she replies "MG says she's a whore."
Gulp. What? Thanks. She returns back to the table, "Why did you say that?" She tells me it's because I didn't say it was a secret. I look at her and say "What in the word 'whore' doesn't scream secret!"
Gotta love family.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
I Like Suits.
I work an environment where suits are required once or twice a week, but then you can wear jeans and t-shirts the others. Next week is not that way. I had hoped that I would have some QT time to myself next week, but the schedule isn't pinging that way. Next week I have a lunch meeting Monday, a networking event Tuesday, Bone Marrow testing Wednesday followed by softball, Thursday is a 7am breakfast, a 12:00 networking luncheon, Friday is Gallery Night, Saturday is a family reunion, Sunday is a Brewers game and a baby shower - OH MY!
Monday, July 17, 2006
Monday, Monday
It's Monday - it's so hot I probably don't need a lighter to light my cigarette when I step outside, it should ignite on its own.
Tonight is my only night off - every other night is packed with work and my head already hurts thinking about it. It's hard when everyone tries vying for that one day ... come to dinner (Mom), come out for a drink (friend), go to the gym (conscious), want to come over? (co-worker), can you do this tonight? (sister, co-worker), you need to clean your apartment (Dad). It's like the heavens would close and eat us all up if I was able to have a lazy day.
Instead I've decided that no, I will not go out to dinner, no I will not have a drink, YES I will go to the gym (and leave promptly at 5), no I won't come over, YES I will try to do X & Y for them but only after I clean my apartment.
In exciting news, my sister's adorable bunny had her babies yesterday. 4 semi-adorable flopping rodents with no fur and little ears. 2 look like mom, 2 look like dad. Funny, this procreation thing, don't you think?
Tonight is my only night off - every other night is packed with work and my head already hurts thinking about it. It's hard when everyone tries vying for that one day ... come to dinner (Mom), come out for a drink (friend), go to the gym (conscious), want to come over? (co-worker), can you do this tonight? (sister, co-worker), you need to clean your apartment (Dad). It's like the heavens would close and eat us all up if I was able to have a lazy day.
Instead I've decided that no, I will not go out to dinner, no I will not have a drink, YES I will go to the gym (and leave promptly at 5), no I won't come over, YES I will try to do X & Y for them but only after I clean my apartment.
In exciting news, my sister's adorable bunny had her babies yesterday. 4 semi-adorable flopping rodents with no fur and little ears. 2 look like mom, 2 look like dad. Funny, this procreation thing, don't you think?
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Social Experiment
As I was pounding away during my work out I contemplated how I got to where I am and all the mistakes I've made and the dreams that I've had that have since taken it's place on the back burner while I try to learn how to be a grown up.
My dream since I was 12 was to write my own magazine. One not devoted to losing 10 lbs in a week, relationship advice and scary herion-addicted or size 0-2 models. A magazine that fit in the age group of trying to fit in. There's this odd period in women pubs that doesn't occupy the certain lives of 17-22 year olds and I thought it would be a good target. It's that age range where "Seventeen" and "Teen People" think they fit, but around that age you get tired of reading commentaries on how to insert tampons (sorry guys) or weird questions about virginity and sex. It's also in this age range where you pick up "Cosmo" to occupy the void and seem more grown up but the information doesn't necessarily apply or all to compelling to find out why your life sucks.
Being quite a few years from the 22 mark I still find this void and have decided to at least put some effort into an outlet for this pub. I've written a couple articles, tucked back in the catacombs of my iDisk over the years thinking that at some point I would try to get them published or publish them myself. A few years back a friend and I put serious consideration into a magazine after one too many Purple Haze martinis and contemplated the life of publishing at the pool over spilt strawberry margaritas.
But today I've decided to change it all - I'm going to try and start a blog-zine. Using the lovely free service that is blogspot to post an online magazine and also make a comparable lovely PDF version for each month. Here's where you come in - I need contributors. So if you're interested in joining my "Social Experiment" please comment below - BZ I totally expect you to contribute because I LOVE you're writing, same with Darth as a great male contributor and all you lovely gals like Liz & Tiffany.
Here's the concept: A magazine written for people that want to not be cursed for not having boyfriends or husbands (or girlfriends or wives for that matter) that centers around opinions of real people all in one-clickable area. There will be the "normal" areas found in any woman's pub - sans the celebrity photos and interviews at this point I'm assuming - such as:
Sex
Relationships
Being Single
Horoscopes
A Man's Advice
etc
But I also want social/political commentary - real pictures of real people - ideas on saving money, etc. I'd appreciate any help on categories and any contribution that anyone would like to make.
Hey - let the Social Experiment begin!
My dream since I was 12 was to write my own magazine. One not devoted to losing 10 lbs in a week, relationship advice and scary herion-addicted or size 0-2 models. A magazine that fit in the age group of trying to fit in. There's this odd period in women pubs that doesn't occupy the certain lives of 17-22 year olds and I thought it would be a good target. It's that age range where "Seventeen" and "Teen People" think they fit, but around that age you get tired of reading commentaries on how to insert tampons (sorry guys) or weird questions about virginity and sex. It's also in this age range where you pick up "Cosmo" to occupy the void and seem more grown up but the information doesn't necessarily apply or all to compelling to find out why your life sucks.
Being quite a few years from the 22 mark I still find this void and have decided to at least put some effort into an outlet for this pub. I've written a couple articles, tucked back in the catacombs of my iDisk over the years thinking that at some point I would try to get them published or publish them myself. A few years back a friend and I put serious consideration into a magazine after one too many Purple Haze martinis and contemplated the life of publishing at the pool over spilt strawberry margaritas.
But today I've decided to change it all - I'm going to try and start a blog-zine. Using the lovely free service that is blogspot to post an online magazine and also make a comparable lovely PDF version for each month. Here's where you come in - I need contributors. So if you're interested in joining my "Social Experiment" please comment below - BZ I totally expect you to contribute because I LOVE you're writing, same with Darth as a great male contributor and all you lovely gals like Liz & Tiffany.
Here's the concept: A magazine written for people that want to not be cursed for not having boyfriends or husbands (or girlfriends or wives for that matter) that centers around opinions of real people all in one-clickable area. There will be the "normal" areas found in any woman's pub - sans the celebrity photos and interviews at this point I'm assuming - such as:
Sex
Relationships
Being Single
Horoscopes
A Man's Advice
etc
But I also want social/political commentary - real pictures of real people - ideas on saving money, etc. I'd appreciate any help on categories and any contribution that anyone would like to make.
Hey - let the Social Experiment begin!
True Love
I've been dog sitting a lot these days in the effort to make a little additional cash (a failed experiment by the way) and occassionally the K-9s come back with me to my house. My cat, a dear almost 2 year old gray and white British-Bi Color, puts up with them to the best that he can. He socializes well and has no fear (except for the beagle who bayed in his ear) so I don't second guess bringing them home.
But today he made a gesture at me that makes me think he actually wants to continue to be in my life. As often cats do, they ignore their human counter parts completely until food/water/litter box needs cleaning or they can't seem to get that scratch on their shoulder blades. I'm not home much so I know I'm not worthy of the cuddling, though when I arrive he knows my footsteps and my voice and comes binding up and rubbing on my leg (a lot having to do with the fact that his food bowl is near empty) but today it was a different gesture.
I'm watching a dual pair of cute and fluffy Bischons (the same ones about 2 months ago that I watched for two weeks) and dropped them at my place to keep them occupied while I went to the gym and went "luxury" shopping. When I arrived home I went in my room to post on the blog and he crept in, placed his paw on my knee as if to say, "I'm the one you really love right? I'm not going to be replaced." Hit doting eyes, pupils nice and big, black slightly glazed. I petted him on his head, he let out a purr that he knew he was the only man in my life and walked away.
That my friends is as true love as it needs to get for me.
But today he made a gesture at me that makes me think he actually wants to continue to be in my life. As often cats do, they ignore their human counter parts completely until food/water/litter box needs cleaning or they can't seem to get that scratch on their shoulder blades. I'm not home much so I know I'm not worthy of the cuddling, though when I arrive he knows my footsteps and my voice and comes binding up and rubbing on my leg (a lot having to do with the fact that his food bowl is near empty) but today it was a different gesture.
I'm watching a dual pair of cute and fluffy Bischons (the same ones about 2 months ago that I watched for two weeks) and dropped them at my place to keep them occupied while I went to the gym and went "luxury" shopping. When I arrived home I went in my room to post on the blog and he crept in, placed his paw on my knee as if to say, "I'm the one you really love right? I'm not going to be replaced." Hit doting eyes, pupils nice and big, black slightly glazed. I petted him on his head, he let out a purr that he knew he was the only man in my life and walked away.
That my friends is as true love as it needs to get for me.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Thirteen Things I Learned this Week from Magazines
1. Man-pris/he-pris are out.
2. Lose weight fast - go vegan (not vegetarian, but vegan)
3. Does Suri Cruise exist?
4. Women make .72 cents to the dollar that men do.
5. Anne Hathaway wanted to be a nun.
6. Put rubbing alchol on the inside of new shoes that are too tight, it loosens the leather.
7. Jane magazine says I don't need a boyfriend!
8. Ashely Judd was OCD because of her past.
9. Lavendar lipstick is in.
10. Russell Crowe had a baby boy named after a poet.
11. Superman is an upset at the box office.
12. How to throw an awesome pool party - problem - I don't have a pool.
13. How to meet a guy in 30 days - all of it is pretty crappy.
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Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Almost the middle of the month
It's almost the middle of the month and I haven't even broken $1,000 in sales. Sigh. This month sucks.
I have officially decided to go with the additional job option. I found a couple places that look promising, so I'll keep you posted.
I have officially decided to go with the additional job option. I found a couple places that look promising, so I'll keep you posted.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
How my brain works
I'm going to write this the way my brain processed it today, let's see if you can follow.
5:00am - Damnit. Alarm. Gym? No. Why is the station playing these tidbits of songs. Screw this. One more hour. Sleep then go to gym.
6:00am - Damnit! Gym. Must get up and go to gym. 9 more minutes. Sleep. (9 minutes later). 9 more minutes. Sleep. (18 minutes later). Damn it. Gym. What will I wear. This. Screw work attire.
7:00am - What took me so long to get ready? Shit. Work out.
7:14am - I know I should do more cardio, but I want to get to work early to see cute boy in parking garage. One more minute.
Shower. Man, I just shaved. I'm wearing pants. No need. Curl hair. Hair is out of control. I'll just put sunglasses on for sheik look. Oh crap! It's 7:45, can't get to work by 8. Drive fast. No time to pick up smokes. 4 left. No breaks today.
Hey it's co-workers birthday. One muffin can't hurt - I worked out this morning (muffin gone) That's right, I only worked out for 15 minutes. Oops. Order birthday lunch? Already blew calorie count, might as well go all out.
I'll only eat 1/2 of lunch. No, I ate it all. Skip the French Silk pie. Crap, peer pressure. Small piece. Gone.
Work, work, work.
"MG - what time is your event at?" "5:30" "It's 5:30 right now." Crap, pack grab cards, pens, leave.
Drive. Drive fast. Where was it at? Look up on computer. Drive w/computer. Not good. Oh, it's right here. Put computer away. Fluff hair. Shouldn't have fluffed hair, already way too fluffed. Shake it off.
Network, listen to speaker. I have to leave at 8. Go home, watch "Rescue." Oh! Gas station, stop and get smokes.
"One pack Marb Ultra Light Menthols." Hand credit card. Guy new to country, "You're Milwaukee Girl." "That's what my ID says." Hand ID.
"Oh. You're bigger than ID. Heavier. Fatter."
Why did you have to give three explanations you asshole? "Thanks."
Fucking a-hole. Go back to your country! That was racist. Shit, I'm so sorry. Crap - why was that comment so racist. He called me fat. I am fat. I knew I shouldn't have all that food today. I skipped the pizza at the event. I want to cry. Go have a drink with #1? Go to gym, he said I was fat. Probably should go to the gym. But I want a drink. Hmm. Drink? Gym? No money. I'll go to the gym.
Enter gym. "They screwed up my picture, said I have to retake." "Would you like to do it now?" "Better to get it over with." Smile! That was cheesy. Oh well, no one will ever see. Oh! Except every time I go to the gym. Always same person, no one cute. All boys under age. It'll be fine.
"What time is it?" "7:50" "Can I tan at 9?" "Sure."
Go, change. 8:00. Grab new Jane and hit the bike. Wow! Jane is really good. For once I'm not being bombarded with messages that tell me I need a boyfriend. Articles comical. Perhaps I should get a subscription. I think I will. (Card falls out) Oops. I'll have to pick it up. (Towel falls off bike). Crap! (Pick up). Ride. Read. (Card falls out). Another one? Jeez. (ANOTHER card falls out). Is this a sign not to get a subscription? (ANOTHER card falls on lap) - Oh! Free gift with subscription. A sign I should sign up. Okay I will. Time check - 8:55. Wow. 55 minutes of cardio. (Check time) Okay, 52 minutes cardio. Will go to 55 and then tan.
Tan. Contemplate potentially doing 45 more minutes on bike. It said 25 miles/km. I'll assume kilometers which I think is more than miles. Is it more? When I weigh myself I could puke when it says KG which is more than lbs. I'll assume it's more. I'll check it out when I get home. Crap. Tanning is taking along time. Do I really need more chances at cancer? No. Screw it. Going out.
Magazine done. What will I read when I'm on the bike. Need something to read - no headphones. Maybe I'll shower then go home.
Go to locker. I don't want to shower. Takes too much time. Just go home all sweaty. Light a cigarette. Feel sick. Uck. Feel really sick. Oh well. Continue smoking.
No good music on. Sing to country, "I got a new (boy) girlfriend" Pull in at home. Bring stinky, icky gym clothes in. Start laundry. Doesn't look like dad's home. Did my cosmo come? No. Crap! What will I read tomorrow morning? From now on - getting up, going to gym 45 minutes cardio in the AM, 45 minutes at night. Shit. Softball tomorrow. No drinking, go to gym. Thursday? Damn. Networking meeting in Tosa. Leave by 9, go to gym. Sat/Sun only one time there. Okay deal.
Check email. Lots of new emails. Oh yeah. Screwed up the specials, thank goodness for co-worker! Close computer. Cuddle with cat for moment. Oh! Wanted to blog my mind.
Blog. Blog. Blog. Oh! Rescume is repeating, I didn't miss it. Check alarm. Set for 5am. You will get up.
Okay. Blog. Done. Should sleep? Need to change laundry. Now I'm done.
5:00am - Damnit. Alarm. Gym? No. Why is the station playing these tidbits of songs. Screw this. One more hour. Sleep then go to gym.
6:00am - Damnit! Gym. Must get up and go to gym. 9 more minutes. Sleep. (9 minutes later). 9 more minutes. Sleep. (18 minutes later). Damn it. Gym. What will I wear. This. Screw work attire.
7:00am - What took me so long to get ready? Shit. Work out.
7:14am - I know I should do more cardio, but I want to get to work early to see cute boy in parking garage. One more minute.
Shower. Man, I just shaved. I'm wearing pants. No need. Curl hair. Hair is out of control. I'll just put sunglasses on for sheik look. Oh crap! It's 7:45, can't get to work by 8. Drive fast. No time to pick up smokes. 4 left. No breaks today.
Hey it's co-workers birthday. One muffin can't hurt - I worked out this morning (muffin gone) That's right, I only worked out for 15 minutes. Oops. Order birthday lunch? Already blew calorie count, might as well go all out.
I'll only eat 1/2 of lunch. No, I ate it all. Skip the French Silk pie. Crap, peer pressure. Small piece. Gone.
Work, work, work.
"MG - what time is your event at?" "5:30" "It's 5:30 right now." Crap, pack grab cards, pens, leave.
Drive. Drive fast. Where was it at? Look up on computer. Drive w/computer. Not good. Oh, it's right here. Put computer away. Fluff hair. Shouldn't have fluffed hair, already way too fluffed. Shake it off.
Network, listen to speaker. I have to leave at 8. Go home, watch "Rescue." Oh! Gas station, stop and get smokes.
"One pack Marb Ultra Light Menthols." Hand credit card. Guy new to country, "You're Milwaukee Girl." "That's what my ID says." Hand ID.
"Oh. You're bigger than ID. Heavier. Fatter."
Why did you have to give three explanations you asshole? "Thanks."
Fucking a-hole. Go back to your country! That was racist. Shit, I'm so sorry. Crap - why was that comment so racist. He called me fat. I am fat. I knew I shouldn't have all that food today. I skipped the pizza at the event. I want to cry. Go have a drink with #1? Go to gym, he said I was fat. Probably should go to the gym. But I want a drink. Hmm. Drink? Gym? No money. I'll go to the gym.
Enter gym. "They screwed up my picture, said I have to retake." "Would you like to do it now?" "Better to get it over with." Smile! That was cheesy. Oh well, no one will ever see. Oh! Except every time I go to the gym. Always same person, no one cute. All boys under age. It'll be fine.
"What time is it?" "7:50" "Can I tan at 9?" "Sure."
Go, change. 8:00. Grab new Jane and hit the bike. Wow! Jane is really good. For once I'm not being bombarded with messages that tell me I need a boyfriend. Articles comical. Perhaps I should get a subscription. I think I will. (Card falls out) Oops. I'll have to pick it up. (Towel falls off bike). Crap! (Pick up). Ride. Read. (Card falls out). Another one? Jeez. (ANOTHER card falls out). Is this a sign not to get a subscription? (ANOTHER card falls on lap) - Oh! Free gift with subscription. A sign I should sign up. Okay I will. Time check - 8:55. Wow. 55 minutes of cardio. (Check time) Okay, 52 minutes cardio. Will go to 55 and then tan.
Tan. Contemplate potentially doing 45 more minutes on bike. It said 25 miles/km. I'll assume kilometers which I think is more than miles. Is it more? When I weigh myself I could puke when it says KG which is more than lbs. I'll assume it's more. I'll check it out when I get home. Crap. Tanning is taking along time. Do I really need more chances at cancer? No. Screw it. Going out.
Magazine done. What will I read when I'm on the bike. Need something to read - no headphones. Maybe I'll shower then go home.
Go to locker. I don't want to shower. Takes too much time. Just go home all sweaty. Light a cigarette. Feel sick. Uck. Feel really sick. Oh well. Continue smoking.
No good music on. Sing to country, "I got a new (boy) girlfriend" Pull in at home. Bring stinky, icky gym clothes in. Start laundry. Doesn't look like dad's home. Did my cosmo come? No. Crap! What will I read tomorrow morning? From now on - getting up, going to gym 45 minutes cardio in the AM, 45 minutes at night. Shit. Softball tomorrow. No drinking, go to gym. Thursday? Damn. Networking meeting in Tosa. Leave by 9, go to gym. Sat/Sun only one time there. Okay deal.
Check email. Lots of new emails. Oh yeah. Screwed up the specials, thank goodness for co-worker! Close computer. Cuddle with cat for moment. Oh! Wanted to blog my mind.
Blog. Blog. Blog. Oh! Rescume is repeating, I didn't miss it. Check alarm. Set for 5am. You will get up.
Okay. Blog. Done. Should sleep? Need to change laundry. Now I'm done.
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Looking back ...
My checklist accomplishments ...
Saturday I slept until 10 - I think the last time I did that I didn't have boobs.
I went to the gym both Saturday and Sunday.
Cat did not eat face. I purchased a large bag that will probably only last two weeks because he's a fat ass (just like his momma, LOL)
I did not apply for the new job YET. Probably will during the downtime tomorrow.
I saw Pirates - AWESOME. No resolution in the end, my nights until next summer will now be filled with Johnny Depp, arguably not a bad thing.
I did some laundry - though Dad & GF came home early and I always feel bad doing laundry then.
This weekend I also went to Summerfest - my first time (and last, today was the final day) against my will. I didn't want to see any ex-es of any sorts, boyfriends, friends, employers and I was broke with a capital B (the major downside to bi-MONTHLY instead of weekly paychecks - 3 weeks, no income! Eyy!). The heat was tremendous and I was with my mom and step-dad. We stayed for six hours and headed home - just to reach there and get a migraine. I spent three hours on my mom's couch with ice bags on my head and neck and a pillow over my face. It also poured, I left my window a crack open and went home with out a headache but with a wet butt.
Then there was Saturday (I'm going backwards - I know). It is very important that I stress you may not agree with this post and I will not back down on anything that I say here because it is my opinion.
My little brother is not full blood, but was raised by my dad and step father. We DID NOT have a bad childhood no matter what happened. When I was eight my little brother's biological dad tried to get custody but is a nut case. My mom pulled my older brother and me in a room and informed us that he had a different dad. The first and only words out of my mouth was "He won't try to take him, will he?" This has been my obsession for eighteen years, I don't want this douche-bag taking away my baby brother.
I've posted before about the angst of his exsistence in my brother's life and I've vocalized my concerns to my brother - but he believes he is an adult and can make these decisions for himself (which he can but he is still my BABY brother). He made arrangements to meet the a-hole on Wednesday and didn't inform his family members until Tuesday. When the day came his so-called "father" freaked him out so bad that he went into hiding so he wouldn't see him. Since then the bastard has left 42 messages insulting my brother and mom to the point that I have been more then pissed.
After having a girls day with my mom we came home to this message:
"Why are you keeping me from my son? You can not deny me this right. If you were remotely hip to the bible you would realize that it is the father's job to raise the sons, why are you doing this? You will go to hell. You can't deny me this."
Sick of the insults, the harrassment I found his number on caller ID and dialed it and left this message:
"Mr. Douche-bag (okay, I used his real last name), my name is MG and I am calling on behalf of my brother he has asked that you stop contacting him. If you continue the harrassment of my family, my brother, mother, father & step-father included, we will seek help from the authorities. I am asking you to leave us alone."
Nice huh? Oh and then I added, "By the way, you are not a father - just simply a sperm donor."
I was so good to that point and it's only set him off more. This is where you might not agree with what I have to say ...
If you abandon your child and then try to get him back and a court says you are not stable, you are not stable. HOWEVER, if you love your son so much you should have continued the fight. You do not insult his mother, you do not insult their families.
A father is made from late nights, a crying shoulder, tuition payments for school, clothing, doctor's bills. A father is not made of blood, he is made of love. 20 years after the fact and spending a mere year on the phone does not make you his father. Does not allow you the right to be called his father.
This man went so far as to tell my brother that our father (the man that raised not only him, but also my older brother and sister) was not and should never be called that again. This outrages me.
If you contributed to life and then ducked out - you are a mere sperm donor and will be treated that way.
Saturday I slept until 10 - I think the last time I did that I didn't have boobs.
I went to the gym both Saturday and Sunday.
Cat did not eat face. I purchased a large bag that will probably only last two weeks because he's a fat ass (just like his momma, LOL)
I did not apply for the new job YET. Probably will during the downtime tomorrow.
I saw Pirates - AWESOME. No resolution in the end, my nights until next summer will now be filled with Johnny Depp, arguably not a bad thing.
I did some laundry - though Dad & GF came home early and I always feel bad doing laundry then.
This weekend I also went to Summerfest - my first time (and last, today was the final day) against my will. I didn't want to see any ex-es of any sorts, boyfriends, friends, employers and I was broke with a capital B (the major downside to bi-MONTHLY instead of weekly paychecks - 3 weeks, no income! Eyy!). The heat was tremendous and I was with my mom and step-dad. We stayed for six hours and headed home - just to reach there and get a migraine. I spent three hours on my mom's couch with ice bags on my head and neck and a pillow over my face. It also poured, I left my window a crack open and went home with out a headache but with a wet butt.
Then there was Saturday (I'm going backwards - I know). It is very important that I stress you may not agree with this post and I will not back down on anything that I say here because it is my opinion.
My little brother is not full blood, but was raised by my dad and step father. We DID NOT have a bad childhood no matter what happened. When I was eight my little brother's biological dad tried to get custody but is a nut case. My mom pulled my older brother and me in a room and informed us that he had a different dad. The first and only words out of my mouth was "He won't try to take him, will he?" This has been my obsession for eighteen years, I don't want this douche-bag taking away my baby brother.
I've posted before about the angst of his exsistence in my brother's life and I've vocalized my concerns to my brother - but he believes he is an adult and can make these decisions for himself (which he can but he is still my BABY brother). He made arrangements to meet the a-hole on Wednesday and didn't inform his family members until Tuesday. When the day came his so-called "father" freaked him out so bad that he went into hiding so he wouldn't see him. Since then the bastard has left 42 messages insulting my brother and mom to the point that I have been more then pissed.
After having a girls day with my mom we came home to this message:
"Why are you keeping me from my son? You can not deny me this right. If you were remotely hip to the bible you would realize that it is the father's job to raise the sons, why are you doing this? You will go to hell. You can't deny me this."
Sick of the insults, the harrassment I found his number on caller ID and dialed it and left this message:
"Mr. Douche-bag (okay, I used his real last name), my name is MG and I am calling on behalf of my brother he has asked that you stop contacting him. If you continue the harrassment of my family, my brother, mother, father & step-father included, we will seek help from the authorities. I am asking you to leave us alone."
Nice huh? Oh and then I added, "By the way, you are not a father - just simply a sperm donor."
I was so good to that point and it's only set him off more. This is where you might not agree with what I have to say ...
If you abandon your child and then try to get him back and a court says you are not stable, you are not stable. HOWEVER, if you love your son so much you should have continued the fight. You do not insult his mother, you do not insult their families.
A father is made from late nights, a crying shoulder, tuition payments for school, clothing, doctor's bills. A father is not made of blood, he is made of love. 20 years after the fact and spending a mere year on the phone does not make you his father. Does not allow you the right to be called his father.
This man went so far as to tell my brother that our father (the man that raised not only him, but also my older brother and sister) was not and should never be called that again. This outrages me.
If you contributed to life and then ducked out - you are a mere sperm donor and will be treated that way.
Friday, July 07, 2006
Checklist for tomorrow ...
Notes to self:
You can sleep in tomorrow, though enevitably that means you'll be up at 5am.
Either way, you're going to the gym for a good hard work out - 2 day skip is a no-no.
Go to the store, buy cat food so cat does not eat face while sleeping tomorrow night.
Apply for job at new pet store that is opening - you can't survive on what you make now that the 401K & insurance is coming out.
You need to do laundry - Febreeze doesn't mask odor that well (double note to self)
Go the library, get a new book.
You've agreed to see Pirates with Mom - don't forget!
You can sleep in tomorrow, though enevitably that means you'll be up at 5am.
Either way, you're going to the gym for a good hard work out - 2 day skip is a no-no.
Go to the store, buy cat food so cat does not eat face while sleeping tomorrow night.
Apply for job at new pet store that is opening - you can't survive on what you make now that the 401K & insurance is coming out.
You need to do laundry - Febreeze doesn't mask odor that well (double note to self)
Go the library, get a new book.
You've agreed to see Pirates with Mom - don't forget!
Something that will break your heart ...
My sister non-chalantly on her birthday said that her former math teacher & soccer coach's son was dying. After years of trying to have a baby, they found out early on he had lukemia. He was doing great, but now needs a bone marrow transplant - turns out they don't have a match.
She told us she expected (not wanted, but expected) us to go to a drive at the high school on July 26th. Of course we were going to go no matter what, if there's a possibility that we can save someone's life, sign us up.
I've heard a lot about bone marrow donations and how short they are on volunteers - especially people that are not caucasian. I can't tell you how many times my heart breaks when I read articles about children, young adults, young parents, grandparents that die because there is not enough people on the registration. This was the first time I seriously looked into it though. As I read about what you have to do - I also noticed that all volunteers must pay $55 to get put on the list. I wonder how many times someone has thought they'd sign up and then seen the price and turned their backs and walked away. I wish there was a way to make it free, I wonder how many more people would sign up to save a life - just offer their name to a registration list, offer the chance for someone to live.
A couple weeks ago my brother, mom and I went to the blood center to give a donation. On the board it read, "We are in desperate need of 0+ blood, please consider making a donation of double red if you're this type." I promptly got up and talked to a phlebomist, who looked at me sideways. "I don't think you can give double red." I thought to myself, "She thinks I'm dirty - perhaps she doesn't know I haven't gotten laid in 2 years." But that wasn't the case at all - it turns out you need to be 5'5 and I'm only 5'3. I sulked back to my chair.
A guy walked in, right up to the desk. He was in fine shape, tan and wearing a "Greatest Dad" t-shirt. Turns out the center called him that morning, he was a perfect match for someone. I thought to myself that I wanted to be him one day. Maybe this will be my chance - maybe I'll be a match for the little boy or maybe I'll be a match for someone. I think when you're all alone like me you sometimes wonder your purpose. Maybe this will be mine.
So here's the preach-y part. If you're in Milwaukee Wisconsin, please donate in this drive (http://health.groups.yahoo.com/group/BeAHeroForJacob/) and if you're not see if you can cough up $55 some how to save a life with the national registery (http://www.marrow.org).
She told us she expected (not wanted, but expected) us to go to a drive at the high school on July 26th. Of course we were going to go no matter what, if there's a possibility that we can save someone's life, sign us up.
I've heard a lot about bone marrow donations and how short they are on volunteers - especially people that are not caucasian. I can't tell you how many times my heart breaks when I read articles about children, young adults, young parents, grandparents that die because there is not enough people on the registration. This was the first time I seriously looked into it though. As I read about what you have to do - I also noticed that all volunteers must pay $55 to get put on the list. I wonder how many times someone has thought they'd sign up and then seen the price and turned their backs and walked away. I wish there was a way to make it free, I wonder how many more people would sign up to save a life - just offer their name to a registration list, offer the chance for someone to live.
A couple weeks ago my brother, mom and I went to the blood center to give a donation. On the board it read, "We are in desperate need of 0+ blood, please consider making a donation of double red if you're this type." I promptly got up and talked to a phlebomist, who looked at me sideways. "I don't think you can give double red." I thought to myself, "She thinks I'm dirty - perhaps she doesn't know I haven't gotten laid in 2 years." But that wasn't the case at all - it turns out you need to be 5'5 and I'm only 5'3. I sulked back to my chair.
A guy walked in, right up to the desk. He was in fine shape, tan and wearing a "Greatest Dad" t-shirt. Turns out the center called him that morning, he was a perfect match for someone. I thought to myself that I wanted to be him one day. Maybe this will be my chance - maybe I'll be a match for the little boy or maybe I'll be a match for someone. I think when you're all alone like me you sometimes wonder your purpose. Maybe this will be mine.
So here's the preach-y part. If you're in Milwaukee Wisconsin, please donate in this drive (http://health.groups.yahoo.com/group/BeAHeroForJacob/) and if you're not see if you can cough up $55 some how to save a life with the national registery (http://www.marrow.org).
Not feeling like myself these days ...
I'm not feeling my normal upp-ity self these days, things have been a bit off for about a week. I'm tired all the time, I can't think straight, I'm easily distracted - thank God I'm not having sex, otherwise I might think I was pregnant.
I read an article yesterday about a "Surprising Reason You're Tired" - hmm, I would like a surprising reason and the article claimed that rich people get more sleep than people of smaller incomes. This wasn't as much of a surprise as I had hoped, I was thinking more along the lines of killer spiders biting you in your sleep and throwing off your melantonin, but I think it's accurate. When I'm not worried about how I'm going to pay my bills at night, I'm working - so yes, I've come to expect about 6 hours of sleep at night and then we'll add in the four or five cat distractions and I guess that explains it.
I know what else is not helping my quiet nights, the absolute tightness in my shoulders. I desperately need a massage, it hurts to even breathe (well, it could be that or the amount of cigs I'm smoking a day). Where's that hunky Swedish maseus when a girl needs him?
As a point of relaxation, I've taken to reading again. This past weekend I trotted over to the local library to get "Devil Wears Prada" - only to find it on hold for 8 more people. Ever the impatient one, I just went to our local Borders and bought a copy. I finished it in 2 days at the gym.
While purchasing the book, I also saw "Good in Bed" a book I had also heard great things about and mentally checked in my head that it would be the next one I would read. Having finished the book so quickly, I went again to the library and was very happy for it to be in stock. I picked it up at 6pm last night and finished it at 2am this morning after minimal distractions.
Needless to say, I recommend both books and completely forget why I haven't been reading ...
I read an article yesterday about a "Surprising Reason You're Tired" - hmm, I would like a surprising reason and the article claimed that rich people get more sleep than people of smaller incomes. This wasn't as much of a surprise as I had hoped, I was thinking more along the lines of killer spiders biting you in your sleep and throwing off your melantonin, but I think it's accurate. When I'm not worried about how I'm going to pay my bills at night, I'm working - so yes, I've come to expect about 6 hours of sleep at night and then we'll add in the four or five cat distractions and I guess that explains it.
I know what else is not helping my quiet nights, the absolute tightness in my shoulders. I desperately need a massage, it hurts to even breathe (well, it could be that or the amount of cigs I'm smoking a day). Where's that hunky Swedish maseus when a girl needs him?
As a point of relaxation, I've taken to reading again. This past weekend I trotted over to the local library to get "Devil Wears Prada" - only to find it on hold for 8 more people. Ever the impatient one, I just went to our local Borders and bought a copy. I finished it in 2 days at the gym.
While purchasing the book, I also saw "Good in Bed" a book I had also heard great things about and mentally checked in my head that it would be the next one I would read. Having finished the book so quickly, I went again to the library and was very happy for it to be in stock. I picked it up at 6pm last night and finished it at 2am this morning after minimal distractions.
Needless to say, I recommend both books and completely forget why I haven't been reading ...
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Thursday Thirteen - Things you learn when you're broke!
How is it Thursday already??
1. That meat is a great feast since you can not afford it.
2. 108 ways to cook ramen noodles.
3. If you are broke yet hungry and thirsty a popsicle will suffice to fit both needs.
4. Stale cigarettes and coffee will make a great meal. Smile and enjoy it.
5. "Yesterday's fashion" has to be todays, accessorize accordingly.
6. Beer will work for a buzz because it's affordable. After drinking it for awhile you will also start to enjoy it.
7. A great way to have the effect of candles without having to pay for them is to use that hot plate your grandma sent you in college and burn away the last remaining wax in the old candles.
8. It makes sense to own 38 pairs of underwear since laundry is so expensive and febreeze can help get that scent out for all other clothes.
9. If you have to pay for heat and can't do it - lots of comforters come in handy.
10. The outdoors is a gym (except in winter - I do live in Wisconsin)
11. Driving is a pleasurable experience and it's okay to go slow - it'll burn less gas. Just leave 1/2 hour early.
12. Find a penny, pick it up (only if it's heads up though)
13. Broke sucks.
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1. That meat is a great feast since you can not afford it.
2. 108 ways to cook ramen noodles.
3. If you are broke yet hungry and thirsty a popsicle will suffice to fit both needs.
4. Stale cigarettes and coffee will make a great meal. Smile and enjoy it.
5. "Yesterday's fashion" has to be todays, accessorize accordingly.
6. Beer will work for a buzz because it's affordable. After drinking it for awhile you will also start to enjoy it.
7. A great way to have the effect of candles without having to pay for them is to use that hot plate your grandma sent you in college and burn away the last remaining wax in the old candles.
8. It makes sense to own 38 pairs of underwear since laundry is so expensive and febreeze can help get that scent out for all other clothes.
9. If you have to pay for heat and can't do it - lots of comforters come in handy.
10. The outdoors is a gym (except in winter - I do live in Wisconsin)
11. Driving is a pleasurable experience and it's okay to go slow - it'll burn less gas. Just leave 1/2 hour early.
12. Find a penny, pick it up (only if it's heads up though)
13. Broke sucks.
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Stolen from BZ
1. HAVE YOU GOTTEN LAID IN 2006?
No. In fact not even in 2005.
2. EVER HAD SEX IN A PUBLIC PLACE?
My favorite place to do it - if he can't get you off in the bedroom the outdoors, the baseball field, the local bars - will get you off!
3. EVER LAUGH DURING SEX? IF SO WHY?
Yes. Because I didn't know he was inside, he had to inform me he was.
4. EVER CRY DURING SEX? IF SO WHY?
No, no, no!
5. DO YOU LIKE TO CUDDLE AFTER SEX?
Ummm - only if it's an all day sex session.
6. EVER REGRET SEX WITH SOMEONE?
Yes, yes and yes.
7. EVER FAKED AN ORGASM?
I should get an Emmy for my performances.
8. DIRTY TALK, OR SHUT THE FUK UP?
Shut the fuk up and hit me from behind!
9. EVER HAVE UNPROTECTED SEX?
Yes. Probably not smart.
10. EVER MASTURBATE TO YOUR FRIENDS SIGNIFICANT OTHER?
No way. Not even to my significant others when they were around. This is ME time :)
11. EVER HAVE A ONE NIGHT STAND?
Two attempts - but ended up doing it more often.
12. HOW BOUT A 3-SOME?
Nope!
13. EVER WATCH PORN DURING SEX?
Oh yeah - baw chica bow wow.
14. EVER THOUGHT OF SOMEONE ELSE DURING SEX?
Almost every time!
15. HAS THE CONDOM EVER BROKE?
Oh yeah - thank god a kid didn't come from it, they'd be UGLY!
16. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING SEXUAL EXPERIENCE?
Seeing an uncircumsized penis for the first time - I told him to put it away. Poor guy.
17. HOW OLD WERE YOU WHEN YOU LOST YOUR VIRGINITY?
16 - during a Packer game.
18. WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE SEX WITH RIGHT NOW?
There are so many ...
19. DO YOU THINK THAT number 18 IS POSSIBLE?
Hmmm - I'm not sure.
20. ARE YOU HORNY NOW?
No - trying to work (and obviously very hard)
21. WOULD U HAVE SEX WITH THE PERSON THAT POSTED THIS?
BZ is pretty hot ...
No. In fact not even in 2005.
2. EVER HAD SEX IN A PUBLIC PLACE?
My favorite place to do it - if he can't get you off in the bedroom the outdoors, the baseball field, the local bars - will get you off!
3. EVER LAUGH DURING SEX? IF SO WHY?
Yes. Because I didn't know he was inside, he had to inform me he was.
4. EVER CRY DURING SEX? IF SO WHY?
No, no, no!
5. DO YOU LIKE TO CUDDLE AFTER SEX?
Ummm - only if it's an all day sex session.
6. EVER REGRET SEX WITH SOMEONE?
Yes, yes and yes.
7. EVER FAKED AN ORGASM?
I should get an Emmy for my performances.
8. DIRTY TALK, OR SHUT THE FUK UP?
Shut the fuk up and hit me from behind!
9. EVER HAVE UNPROTECTED SEX?
Yes. Probably not smart.
10. EVER MASTURBATE TO YOUR FRIENDS SIGNIFICANT OTHER?
No way. Not even to my significant others when they were around. This is ME time :)
11. EVER HAVE A ONE NIGHT STAND?
Two attempts - but ended up doing it more often.
12. HOW BOUT A 3-SOME?
Nope!
13. EVER WATCH PORN DURING SEX?
Oh yeah - baw chica bow wow.
14. EVER THOUGHT OF SOMEONE ELSE DURING SEX?
Almost every time!
15. HAS THE CONDOM EVER BROKE?
Oh yeah - thank god a kid didn't come from it, they'd be UGLY!
16. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING SEXUAL EXPERIENCE?
Seeing an uncircumsized penis for the first time - I told him to put it away. Poor guy.
17. HOW OLD WERE YOU WHEN YOU LOST YOUR VIRGINITY?
16 - during a Packer game.
18. WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE SEX WITH RIGHT NOW?
There are so many ...
19. DO YOU THINK THAT number 18 IS POSSIBLE?
Hmmm - I'm not sure.
20. ARE YOU HORNY NOW?
No - trying to work (and obviously very hard)
21. WOULD U HAVE SEX WITH THE PERSON THAT POSTED THIS?
BZ is pretty hot ...
Happy Girl
So I've had a feeling a friend and ex of mine should meet (#3 and then #1 for those original readers) should meet - it turns out I was right!
Tonight we went out to celebrate my newly job-free friend's interview and I convinced her to go to shit town and meet #1/3. They hit it off grand! I was so happy because I wanted to see him happy. Previously I believed I'd be a bit jealous if they did get along - but it turns out I was elated! He's too much like me to give it another shot and she's enough like me but particularly different in the ways that drive him crazy. I really could not believe I'm so elated! I hope they go out ...
:)
Tonight we went out to celebrate my newly job-free friend's interview and I convinced her to go to shit town and meet #1/3. They hit it off grand! I was so happy because I wanted to see him happy. Previously I believed I'd be a bit jealous if they did get along - but it turns out I was elated! He's too much like me to give it another shot and she's enough like me but particularly different in the ways that drive him crazy. I really could not believe I'm so elated! I hope they go out ...
:)
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Happy Birthday America
It's the 4th of July, fireworks are popping, brats and burgers sizzling and family get togethers dreadfully slugging along. Well, at least that's our fourth of July.
I have found that being 26 has not dawned on my family - for good reason. (A) I have no boyfriend and have not had one for 2 years, which instantly has brought me back to pubescent status in the eyes of my family (B) I live in my dad's basement, as a pubescent teen would and (C) I still do not make enough money to provide for what normal "adult" people would. I was relieved to find that no one asked me today about my relationship status, not even hinted. Though there were a few glances and whispers as for relatives to inform each other that I was, in fact, the eldest daughter and had not seen a penis in a near 6 months (perhaps not the last part and more likely my paranoia). I have in fact realized that it is no longer just my friends, family and apparently, ex-classmates that I hated in high school, that pity my status but also mother nature herself.
In somewhat of a buzzed state, at least I'd like to believe, I was informed by my mom that she saw my ex at Summerfest on Friday and she delightfully squealed that he had nearly doubled in size - including having two chins. This was followed by the brash statement that his wife was also quite overweight - similar to my size.
EXCUSE ME? Similar to my size and overweight in the same sentence is not an ego booster for someone who is going to the gym and doing an hour of cardio just to maintain, not to mention weights and what not. Was I supposed to gleefully laugh at this? The man who had not only stolen 7 years of my life and sued me had a wife "similar to my size." I don't know of a single ex-female to a man that wants to know that their current partner is similar to them. I do believe that if a girl does a dude wrong that the next female should be phenomenally gorgeous and if the reverse happened and he did her wrong, ridiculously ugly. Either would suffice for me; however, I have seen pictures of his wife and thought she was a lot bigger then me - so this is not a smiley face conversation. But I digress.
Back to family happenings and the view of me being pubescent and not a grown woman. At the family gathering, which I was forced into because it was sure that I would not have anything else to do, I found that I have no ability to make a decision of my own. Starting with scheduling. My life goes this way - first, my boss schedules my time (often a ridiculous amount, but I am more than happy to serve because I enjoy doing the things I get to do). Then I am limited to about four evenings (including weekends) that I have left. This is when my mom steps in and schedules her time with me, often equal to the four evenings. If, by some chance, this is not scheduled, the remaining time will go to my dad therefore leaving no time for me (and thus far, let me interject, no time to find the boyfriend that my family so desperately needs to have).
Then my mom found an ingenious way to save money for Christmas presents and decided to announce it at today's gathering. "I found these recipes for those jars where you give people all the layered ingredients and MG is going to make them for everyone." A surprised look on my cousin's face mislead me to believe that she was going to defend my adult status, but instead interjected, "You're going to allow her to make something? She can't cook (Ummm, there is no actual baking allowed in layering)." To which my lovely mother replied, "No, I'll probably buy all the ingredients and she'll assist me in making them." Hmm, perhaps it would be appropriate for me to make noodle necklaces for everyone instead? I could even dye the noodles (of course, I would need to be supervised).
Now, I know most of this is my fault since I allow this to happen. But let me rant one more thing - I CAN COOK. In fact, my skills do border on being semi-gourmet. People who have eaten my meals leave with full bellies also undeniably surprised that I could make such dishes and I can bake like there is no tomorrow. I have a killer cherry-devil's food recipe that makes most people melt with desire.
Hmm. Overlooking my latest posts perhaps I should momentarily change the name of this blog to "Rants in the City" instead of sex.
I have found that being 26 has not dawned on my family - for good reason. (A) I have no boyfriend and have not had one for 2 years, which instantly has brought me back to pubescent status in the eyes of my family (B) I live in my dad's basement, as a pubescent teen would and (C) I still do not make enough money to provide for what normal "adult" people would. I was relieved to find that no one asked me today about my relationship status, not even hinted. Though there were a few glances and whispers as for relatives to inform each other that I was, in fact, the eldest daughter and had not seen a penis in a near 6 months (perhaps not the last part and more likely my paranoia). I have in fact realized that it is no longer just my friends, family and apparently, ex-classmates that I hated in high school, that pity my status but also mother nature herself.
In somewhat of a buzzed state, at least I'd like to believe, I was informed by my mom that she saw my ex at Summerfest on Friday and she delightfully squealed that he had nearly doubled in size - including having two chins. This was followed by the brash statement that his wife was also quite overweight - similar to my size.
EXCUSE ME? Similar to my size and overweight in the same sentence is not an ego booster for someone who is going to the gym and doing an hour of cardio just to maintain, not to mention weights and what not. Was I supposed to gleefully laugh at this? The man who had not only stolen 7 years of my life and sued me had a wife "similar to my size." I don't know of a single ex-female to a man that wants to know that their current partner is similar to them. I do believe that if a girl does a dude wrong that the next female should be phenomenally gorgeous and if the reverse happened and he did her wrong, ridiculously ugly. Either would suffice for me; however, I have seen pictures of his wife and thought she was a lot bigger then me - so this is not a smiley face conversation. But I digress.
Back to family happenings and the view of me being pubescent and not a grown woman. At the family gathering, which I was forced into because it was sure that I would not have anything else to do, I found that I have no ability to make a decision of my own. Starting with scheduling. My life goes this way - first, my boss schedules my time (often a ridiculous amount, but I am more than happy to serve because I enjoy doing the things I get to do). Then I am limited to about four evenings (including weekends) that I have left. This is when my mom steps in and schedules her time with me, often equal to the four evenings. If, by some chance, this is not scheduled, the remaining time will go to my dad therefore leaving no time for me (and thus far, let me interject, no time to find the boyfriend that my family so desperately needs to have).
Then my mom found an ingenious way to save money for Christmas presents and decided to announce it at today's gathering. "I found these recipes for those jars where you give people all the layered ingredients and MG is going to make them for everyone." A surprised look on my cousin's face mislead me to believe that she was going to defend my adult status, but instead interjected, "You're going to allow her to make something? She can't cook (Ummm, there is no actual baking allowed in layering)." To which my lovely mother replied, "No, I'll probably buy all the ingredients and she'll assist me in making them." Hmm, perhaps it would be appropriate for me to make noodle necklaces for everyone instead? I could even dye the noodles (of course, I would need to be supervised).
Now, I know most of this is my fault since I allow this to happen. But let me rant one more thing - I CAN COOK. In fact, my skills do border on being semi-gourmet. People who have eaten my meals leave with full bellies also undeniably surprised that I could make such dishes and I can bake like there is no tomorrow. I have a killer cherry-devil's food recipe that makes most people melt with desire.
Hmm. Overlooking my latest posts perhaps I should momentarily change the name of this blog to "Rants in the City" instead of sex.
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