This is a dual post - first a vent. Why do people feel the need to write a mean email instead of talk to you? Why do people stab people in the back - this just isn't my style and I'm sick of working in an industry where it is.
That's the transition to six weeks. I've decide, regardless if I have another full time job or not, I WILL NOT continue to work in six weeks. It's just crap. Do I love my industry? YES! Do I love my company? YES! But I don't enjoy the piddley "I'm in 8th grade" crap that some of (particularly one) like to throw around here.
I'm not :) if you can't tell - it's Saturday, I've been at work since 7am after finding my weekend "To-Do" list in my email at 10:00 last night. GRRR. GRRR. GRRR.
One last vent and I'm done - during my review I was told "I take on too much and need to ask for help." I was drowning yesterday, told my boss a co-worker would be helping me and she freaked out! You wonder why I don't? Everytime I do - I get freaked out on!
$10,000 away in the bank and I'm moving to Canada and marrying a mountie.
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Today was supposed to be a good day ...
I woke up. I went to the gym. I felt like a million bucks.
I went to work with a smile on my face, in a cute new outfit with my hair in pigtails. The baby took her first steps last night, there was nothing that was going to hold me down. Visions of sugar plums danced in my head as I envisioned the positive, fun post I was going to write for the blog today. Then, crash.
The big, important project that I spent the majority of the year on last year had a glich. A computer glich actually. Every couple names or so would print the wrong company and I only spot checked. I could kick myself, my boss could kick me, I was five minutes from turning in a resignation and going back to the restaraunt to work full time until I found a new job. I have a migraine, a piercing, light-blinding, migraine. Today was supposed to be happy fun, tonight was supposed to be better - but now, it sucks.
In an effort to change things I'm going to post my happy thoughts from this morning in a blog I was going to entitle "Lists."
Lists:
First List: Names I would like to name my gaggle of kids that will cause them to grow up and resent me.
(1) Mahdea Marjory
(2) Odette Grant
(3) Samantha Nicole
(4) Cody Allen
(5) Andrew Ulysses
(6) Monroe Dakota
Second List: Things I couldn't live with out
(1) Rainy days
(2) Sunglasses
(3) My gym membership
(4) Shoes. Glorious shoes.
(5) My family and friends
(6) My cat
(7) My vibrator :)
(8) Posting on this blog
(9) My planner
Third List: Things I could live with out
(1) Student loan payments
(2) My job (metaphorically - not technically, since I obviously need a paycheck to live)
(3) Living in my dad's house
(4) Cleaning
(5) Dishes
That's all for now, lunch break is over!
I went to work with a smile on my face, in a cute new outfit with my hair in pigtails. The baby took her first steps last night, there was nothing that was going to hold me down. Visions of sugar plums danced in my head as I envisioned the positive, fun post I was going to write for the blog today. Then, crash.
The big, important project that I spent the majority of the year on last year had a glich. A computer glich actually. Every couple names or so would print the wrong company and I only spot checked. I could kick myself, my boss could kick me, I was five minutes from turning in a resignation and going back to the restaraunt to work full time until I found a new job. I have a migraine, a piercing, light-blinding, migraine. Today was supposed to be happy fun, tonight was supposed to be better - but now, it sucks.
In an effort to change things I'm going to post my happy thoughts from this morning in a blog I was going to entitle "Lists."
Lists:
First List: Names I would like to name my gaggle of kids that will cause them to grow up and resent me.
(1) Mahdea Marjory
(2) Odette Grant
(3) Samantha Nicole
(4) Cody Allen
(5) Andrew Ulysses
(6) Monroe Dakota
Second List: Things I couldn't live with out
(1) Rainy days
(2) Sunglasses
(3) My gym membership
(4) Shoes. Glorious shoes.
(5) My family and friends
(6) My cat
(7) My vibrator :)
(8) Posting on this blog
(9) My planner
Third List: Things I could live with out
(1) Student loan payments
(2) My job (metaphorically - not technically, since I obviously need a paycheck to live)
(3) Living in my dad's house
(4) Cleaning
(5) Dishes
That's all for now, lunch break is over!
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Change your name.
I can't remember if it was a commercial or a TV program but there was a guy in a cube wearing a nametag (which I'll just say said Steve, since I can't seem to remember that either). A lady comes over, "Bob, I need you to do this for me now." Bob turns around and says, "Sorry, I'm Steve." The lady replies, "No, you're Bob." Bob replies "Look at my name tag - it says I'm Steve. Bob is out today."
That's how I feel, maybe - just for today, I will change my name so people stop coming up to me and saying, "MG - I need you to do this now." To dream, I know.
I pumped for bowling - with my extra curricular practice this weekend, I might just be pretty darn good. :)
My 5 second post is all I have time for, back to the bump and grind of the work day (and not the extra curricular time).
That's how I feel, maybe - just for today, I will change my name so people stop coming up to me and saying, "MG - I need you to do this now." To dream, I know.
I pumped for bowling - with my extra curricular practice this weekend, I might just be pretty darn good. :)
My 5 second post is all I have time for, back to the bump and grind of the work day (and not the extra curricular time).
Monday, February 20, 2006
Spontaneous Combustion
Stolen from http://www.crystalinks.com/shc.html
The first reliable historic evidence of Spontaneous Human Combustion appears to be from the year 1673, when Frenchman Jonas Dupont published a collection of Spontaneous Human Combustion cases and studies entitled De Incendiis Corporis Humani Spontaneis. Dupont was inspired to write this book after encountering records of the Nicole Millet case, in which a man was acquitted of the murder of his wife when the court was convinced that she had been killed by spontaneous combustion. Millet, a hard-drinking Parisian was found reduced to ashes in his straw bed, leaving just his skull and finger bones. The straw matting was only lightly damaged. Dupont's book on this strange subject brought it out of the realm of folkloric rumor and into the popular public imagination.
In 1951 the Mary Reeser case recaptured the public interest in Spontaneous Human Combustion. Mrs. Reeser, 67, was found in her apartment on the morning of July 2, 1951, reduced to a pile of ashes, a skull, and a completely undamaged left foot. This event has become the foundation for many a book on the subject of SHC since, the most notable being Michael Harrison's Fire From Heaven, printed in 1976. Fire From Heaven has become the standard reference work on Spontaneous Human Combustion.
On May 18, 1957, Anna Martin, 68, of West Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, was found incinerated, leaving only her shoes and a portion of her torso. The medical examiner estimated that temperatures must have reached 1,700 to 2,000 degrees, yet newspapers two feet away were found intact.
Today was one of those days when you think that you're going to spontaneously combust. Hey - turns out it might be kind of true.
The first reliable historic evidence of Spontaneous Human Combustion appears to be from the year 1673, when Frenchman Jonas Dupont published a collection of Spontaneous Human Combustion cases and studies entitled De Incendiis Corporis Humani Spontaneis. Dupont was inspired to write this book after encountering records of the Nicole Millet case, in which a man was acquitted of the murder of his wife when the court was convinced that she had been killed by spontaneous combustion. Millet, a hard-drinking Parisian was found reduced to ashes in his straw bed, leaving just his skull and finger bones. The straw matting was only lightly damaged. Dupont's book on this strange subject brought it out of the realm of folkloric rumor and into the popular public imagination.
In 1951 the Mary Reeser case recaptured the public interest in Spontaneous Human Combustion. Mrs. Reeser, 67, was found in her apartment on the morning of July 2, 1951, reduced to a pile of ashes, a skull, and a completely undamaged left foot. This event has become the foundation for many a book on the subject of SHC since, the most notable being Michael Harrison's Fire From Heaven, printed in 1976. Fire From Heaven has become the standard reference work on Spontaneous Human Combustion.
On May 18, 1957, Anna Martin, 68, of West Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, was found incinerated, leaving only her shoes and a portion of her torso. The medical examiner estimated that temperatures must have reached 1,700 to 2,000 degrees, yet newspapers two feet away were found intact.
Today was one of those days when you think that you're going to spontaneously combust. Hey - turns out it might be kind of true.
Saturday, February 18, 2006
It's the weekend!
My two photo shoots Thursday and yesterday made my regular work go on the back end, so I plan on going into work tomorrow to catch up.
Looks like it might be a bland weekend. The cute boy from bowling (new nickname Mr. Ad) sent me an email saying he just wanted to make sure I got in from Waupun okay with the bad weather - it was very sweet. We emailed back and forth - but I left at 5:00. Around 6:00 he sent another one (I can check email from home) saying he'd call me later, but he didn't :( I'm hoping he calls sometime this weekend.
#3 and I briefly talked yesterday, I was hoping that he would have sometime to catch a drink today so that we could talk about what is going on in his head, but to no avail.
It's very cold in Wisconsin so I'm actually glad that I might be stuck indoors all day! I'm cleaning and doing laundry - even emptied out the old car! Just wish it was warm enough to get that gross salt off of it.
Looks like it might be a bland weekend. The cute boy from bowling (new nickname Mr. Ad) sent me an email saying he just wanted to make sure I got in from Waupun okay with the bad weather - it was very sweet. We emailed back and forth - but I left at 5:00. Around 6:00 he sent another one (I can check email from home) saying he'd call me later, but he didn't :( I'm hoping he calls sometime this weekend.
#3 and I briefly talked yesterday, I was hoping that he would have sometime to catch a drink today so that we could talk about what is going on in his head, but to no avail.
It's very cold in Wisconsin so I'm actually glad that I might be stuck indoors all day! I'm cleaning and doing laundry - even emptied out the old car! Just wish it was warm enough to get that gross salt off of it.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Beautiful Things
There are very few things in life are as beautiful as you
Okay, so let's back track in my absence of posts.
Wednesday: Got my hair cut and I'm not sure I like it - but oh well, it'll grow back. I sucked at bowling - yet was able to talk to the cute boy from last week! A little too late though - I had a photo shoot at 7am in Waupun. 3 hours of sleep later I crawled out of my cold bed 1/2 hung over and 1/2 asleep.
Thursday: Photo shoot at 7am, driving in a blizzard! I went into work because I needed to find out if the panel I was speaking on was still going to happen with our horrible weather. Turns off it wasn't and that work had said anyone who wanted to leave early could.
Then I got an email from a friend saying she made an ass out of herself on Wednesday with the guy I was hanging out with. I was completely confused - she mentioned a "fall-out." Eeks. Never good. I had thought he left with me at midnight - we exchanged numbers and decided to hang out again - but maybe not? He hadn't called either - it was only one day. Things like this make me over analyze a bit. I'm still waiting to hear what happened.
I got to hang out with the baby last night which was nice, but I was exhaused. #3 kept text messaging me and I was just sick of it and went to bed.
Here's the deal with #3 - there will never be a relationship there, we are just friends. The two of us are a bit too similar and he's a hellauv a lot of selfish to ever do that again. I don't think either of us really wants to date again, but then ...
But then I tell him (since we are friends - not as a ploy) I'm interested in someone, or we'll go out and he'll pick up the girl next to him and I'll talk to the guy next to me, and he'll turn in to a rage machine. He says he's looking out for my best interest - I think he's the kind of guy that doesn't want you but doesn't want you to be with anyone else either. I told on Monday about the cute guy from Wednesday and then he started calling and texting obsessively - including on Wednesday. When I didn't return his texts immediately he pulled mean text messages, as if we were a couple (or, I should say, like he did when we were a couple). Perhaps we need to have a bit of a talk this weekend.
Lots of work to do today and only 8 hours to do it in so I'm off ...
Okay, so let's back track in my absence of posts.
Wednesday: Got my hair cut and I'm not sure I like it - but oh well, it'll grow back. I sucked at bowling - yet was able to talk to the cute boy from last week! A little too late though - I had a photo shoot at 7am in Waupun. 3 hours of sleep later I crawled out of my cold bed 1/2 hung over and 1/2 asleep.
Thursday: Photo shoot at 7am, driving in a blizzard! I went into work because I needed to find out if the panel I was speaking on was still going to happen with our horrible weather. Turns off it wasn't and that work had said anyone who wanted to leave early could.
Then I got an email from a friend saying she made an ass out of herself on Wednesday with the guy I was hanging out with. I was completely confused - she mentioned a "fall-out." Eeks. Never good. I had thought he left with me at midnight - we exchanged numbers and decided to hang out again - but maybe not? He hadn't called either - it was only one day. Things like this make me over analyze a bit. I'm still waiting to hear what happened.
I got to hang out with the baby last night which was nice, but I was exhaused. #3 kept text messaging me and I was just sick of it and went to bed.
Here's the deal with #3 - there will never be a relationship there, we are just friends. The two of us are a bit too similar and he's a hellauv a lot of selfish to ever do that again. I don't think either of us really wants to date again, but then ...
But then I tell him (since we are friends - not as a ploy) I'm interested in someone, or we'll go out and he'll pick up the girl next to him and I'll talk to the guy next to me, and he'll turn in to a rage machine. He says he's looking out for my best interest - I think he's the kind of guy that doesn't want you but doesn't want you to be with anyone else either. I told on Monday about the cute guy from Wednesday and then he started calling and texting obsessively - including on Wednesday. When I didn't return his texts immediately he pulled mean text messages, as if we were a couple (or, I should say, like he did when we were a couple). Perhaps we need to have a bit of a talk this weekend.
Lots of work to do today and only 8 hours to do it in so I'm off ...
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
To Shave ...
I got up bright and early and headed to the gym - and shaved my legs, which of course means I will not be philandering around this evening.
I'm actually not much in a bowling mood tonight, but as a co-worker said, it is only 9am. We'll see how the day plays out.
My hair will be chopped off again as of 2:30 - that way I will look all professional for my speech tomorrow at the museum, that's the highlight of my day. A little primping never hurt!
I'm actually not much in a bowling mood tonight, but as a co-worker said, it is only 9am. We'll see how the day plays out.
My hair will be chopped off again as of 2:30 - that way I will look all professional for my speech tomorrow at the museum, that's the highlight of my day. A little primping never hurt!
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
To Shave ... Or not to Shave?
That is the question pondering my mind at this point. Shave means go to the gym and do it right, no shave means stay and get to work early. My guess is that I'll probably shave ...
My Valentine's Day was pretty low-key, no wandering messages from lost loves, no surprise flowers, no magical candies. I did meet with my new students for a quick chat - that lasted 3 hours. I also played loving big sis and helped my brother with his math homework for 1/2 an hour.
Now I'm tucked in and ready to sleep!
Oh one other quick thing ... BZ is back! Check out her blog! It made my night :)
My Valentine's Day was pretty low-key, no wandering messages from lost loves, no surprise flowers, no magical candies. I did meet with my new students for a quick chat - that lasted 3 hours. I also played loving big sis and helped my brother with his math homework for 1/2 an hour.
Now I'm tucked in and ready to sleep!
Oh one other quick thing ... BZ is back! Check out her blog! It made my night :)
Happy Tuesday and Valentines Day!
I had a bit of Valentine's Day last night. #3 called and wished me an early happy V-Day and we went out for drinks. He was very sweet, being that he wouldn't even say Happy V-Day when we were together ...
Anyhow, at the bar we were enjoying our usual venting sessions when the guy across the way said he wanted to buy us a shot because we were so cute together. I laughed and said that was funny - #3 got offended because, I guess, we are"cute." I tried to explain that the guy obviously thought we were together in more than just a friend way - but to no avail.
The night continued with me hitting on the guy next to me (hiatus does NOT mean I can't flirt - just can't touch the merchandise). Turns out his company went to us for advertising, but we lost the pitch. It was interesting to say the least.
Finished up the evening with #3 and the Bachelor - nothing happened, because I'm on hiatus and I didn't want it to!
In honor of valentines day here is 13 things I love right now:
1. My cat, who is extra cuddley now that his counterpart is gone.
2. My mom, who is always there no matter what.
3. My sister, for being a tough cookie and really good at kids - two things I wish I was better at.
4. My brothers, for being my brothers.
5. The scale at the gym, for finally going down and not staying even
6. Martinis, because they are oh so good.
7. My new found hip bones, because they are sexy.
8. The fact that I didn't have to buy anyone anything for today.
9. Green eye shadow - because it makes my green eyes pop.
10. My dark hair - because it's almost real and it makes me feel like a vixen.
11. Bowling on Wednesdays, because I can socialize and drink and bowl all at the same time.
12. Mentoring. Because it makes me feel like I'm doing something with my life.
13. This blog, because I've met some very cool people through it and it gives me a place to vent.
Anyhow, at the bar we were enjoying our usual venting sessions when the guy across the way said he wanted to buy us a shot because we were so cute together. I laughed and said that was funny - #3 got offended because, I guess, we are"cute." I tried to explain that the guy obviously thought we were together in more than just a friend way - but to no avail.
The night continued with me hitting on the guy next to me (hiatus does NOT mean I can't flirt - just can't touch the merchandise). Turns out his company went to us for advertising, but we lost the pitch. It was interesting to say the least.
Finished up the evening with #3 and the Bachelor - nothing happened, because I'm on hiatus and I didn't want it to!
In honor of valentines day here is 13 things I love right now:
1. My cat, who is extra cuddley now that his counterpart is gone.
2. My mom, who is always there no matter what.
3. My sister, for being a tough cookie and really good at kids - two things I wish I was better at.
4. My brothers, for being my brothers.
5. The scale at the gym, for finally going down and not staying even
6. Martinis, because they are oh so good.
7. My new found hip bones, because they are sexy.
8. The fact that I didn't have to buy anyone anything for today.
9. Green eye shadow - because it makes my green eyes pop.
10. My dark hair - because it's almost real and it makes me feel like a vixen.
11. Bowling on Wednesdays, because I can socialize and drink and bowl all at the same time.
12. Mentoring. Because it makes me feel like I'm doing something with my life.
13. This blog, because I've met some very cool people through it and it gives me a place to vent.
Monday, February 13, 2006
Scatter is as Scatter Does
Turns out I'm pretty scattered lately in more than my posts, we'll try to work on that here.
My weekend was very non chalant - no drinking (past Friday), mostly relaxing in (ah!) no bra - which was fabulous I must admit. Picking up my brother at 10pm kind of killed my night on Saturday.
Sunday I hung out with my mom, did a little power shopping and that was about it. Got a very cute new pair of tennis shoes (mom paid - nice!) which aren't really great for the gym, but - as said - cute none the less.
Today has been pretty uneventful, I wasn't able to leave for lunch so I'm starving and tired right now. I can't wait to leave (45 minutes and counting). I was hoping my energy would be up and I could get over to the gym, but that's really not looking like it will happen.
This week is just PACKED. Tonight is my only quiet night. Tomorrow I have some students coming in that I will be mentoring this semester, Wednesday is leagues, Thursday I'm doing a speech on how great advertising is, Friday is a doctor & oil change appointment. I'm sure this weekend will be booked before I know it too.
Still kicking butt on my hiatus here! No further progressions with anyone of the male sex, no progression whatsoever. It's been nice because I've been overly exhausted lately and not sure why. But it's kind of nice to go home and stay there. Dad's been off my back a bit (another nice bonus) and my laundry is actually getting done.
Due to the low-key evening I'm planning on having, I'll probably be back to post later!
My weekend was very non chalant - no drinking (past Friday), mostly relaxing in (ah!) no bra - which was fabulous I must admit. Picking up my brother at 10pm kind of killed my night on Saturday.
Sunday I hung out with my mom, did a little power shopping and that was about it. Got a very cute new pair of tennis shoes (mom paid - nice!) which aren't really great for the gym, but - as said - cute none the less.
Today has been pretty uneventful, I wasn't able to leave for lunch so I'm starving and tired right now. I can't wait to leave (45 minutes and counting). I was hoping my energy would be up and I could get over to the gym, but that's really not looking like it will happen.
This week is just PACKED. Tonight is my only quiet night. Tomorrow I have some students coming in that I will be mentoring this semester, Wednesday is leagues, Thursday I'm doing a speech on how great advertising is, Friday is a doctor & oil change appointment. I'm sure this weekend will be booked before I know it too.
Still kicking butt on my hiatus here! No further progressions with anyone of the male sex, no progression whatsoever. It's been nice because I've been overly exhausted lately and not sure why. But it's kind of nice to go home and stay there. Dad's been off my back a bit (another nice bonus) and my laundry is actually getting done.
Due to the low-key evening I'm planning on having, I'll probably be back to post later!
Saturday, February 11, 2006
Scatter Post
This will be a bit of a scatter post because I have a bunch of random thoughts in my head. Let's start with yesterday...
We all went out for a drink after work (before the event) and in talking with a coworker he mentioned the hot guy from leagues was asking about me, but he told him I was seeing someone... What? No! I informed my coworker I am NOT seeing anyone and he was hot, so ... he informed me he'd hook us up. Interesting ...
Then the event happened. I went, it was fun but there was several mix-ups that makes me not like the organization any more than my growing hatred. First of all, the girl who does not like me on the board said "Wow. You actually look nice." I don't know if she meant it to come out the way she did - but it didn't come off nice. Then my artwork was listed as a different artist. Come on guys, I've been working there for three years and you can't give me props for my work?
Also, a friend decided not to go because she didn't want to go alone - instead she wanted me to come over. Here's the deal (and I know I have to have this conversation with her) but she makes more money than me but I see her all the time because I'm too far away. I barely can afford gas to get to work and back not to mention a place 45 minutes from where I work. I feel bad... but ...
My post yesterday on the "question" resulted from some hilarious responses from Darth - so I'm posting them here!
1. "Why the hell are YOU single?"
2. "I know I am single because I have standards; you, on the other hand, are a different story."
3. “I am single because I only seem to meet losers like you.”
4. “I am actually a man.”
5. “Just buy me another beer and shut the hell up!”
6. “Did you know I can completely gut a man from his groin to his neck with a Taco Bell spork in less than 12 seconds?”
7. “Because my vibrator at least TRIES to get me off.”
8. “STELLA!!!!” (sorry a cheap Seinfeld ripoff)
9. “I find my cats better conversationalists than most men. You, on the other hand, are even worse than most.”
10. “I once drank a Long Island tea on the rocks and those ice cubes had a higher collective intelligence than you and all your friends.”
11. “I only date men with pierced penises.”
12. “I used to be a man but I got a sex change so I could be a lesbian and I haven’t found the right girl yet.”
Also - an anonymous poster made a good point - perhaps the right response is "Because you haven't asked me out yet" - I might try that line if the guy is interesting - otherwise, going wit a couple of Darth's responses!
We all went out for a drink after work (before the event) and in talking with a coworker he mentioned the hot guy from leagues was asking about me, but he told him I was seeing someone... What? No! I informed my coworker I am NOT seeing anyone and he was hot, so ... he informed me he'd hook us up. Interesting ...
Then the event happened. I went, it was fun but there was several mix-ups that makes me not like the organization any more than my growing hatred. First of all, the girl who does not like me on the board said "Wow. You actually look nice." I don't know if she meant it to come out the way she did - but it didn't come off nice. Then my artwork was listed as a different artist. Come on guys, I've been working there for three years and you can't give me props for my work?
Also, a friend decided not to go because she didn't want to go alone - instead she wanted me to come over. Here's the deal (and I know I have to have this conversation with her) but she makes more money than me but I see her all the time because I'm too far away. I barely can afford gas to get to work and back not to mention a place 45 minutes from where I work. I feel bad... but ...
My post yesterday on the "question" resulted from some hilarious responses from Darth - so I'm posting them here!
1. "Why the hell are YOU single?"
2. "I know I am single because I have standards; you, on the other hand, are a different story."
3. “I am single because I only seem to meet losers like you.”
4. “I am actually a man.”
5. “Just buy me another beer and shut the hell up!”
6. “Did you know I can completely gut a man from his groin to his neck with a Taco Bell spork in less than 12 seconds?”
7. “Because my vibrator at least TRIES to get me off.”
8. “STELLA!!!!” (sorry a cheap Seinfeld ripoff)
9. “I find my cats better conversationalists than most men. You, on the other hand, are even worse than most.”
10. “I once drank a Long Island tea on the rocks and those ice cubes had a higher collective intelligence than you and all your friends.”
11. “I only date men with pierced penises.”
12. “I used to be a man but I got a sex change so I could be a lesbian and I haven’t found the right girl yet.”
Also - an anonymous poster made a good point - perhaps the right response is "Because you haven't asked me out yet" - I might try that line if the guy is interesting - otherwise, going wit a couple of Darth's responses!
Friday, February 10, 2006
Answer me this ... seriously.
I've vented about this before, but once again I will do it.
When out on Wednesday I was have drinks with some guys when the question appeared all of the sudden - in statement format (which was easier to take, my nostrils did not flare nor my blood boil) "Why are you single?" Answer me this - why does it matter as long as I am? When a guy asks that question what does he want your response to be?
While in the past I've gotten snotty with my answers, ranging from "Obviously, I'm psycho" to "I have commitment issues" to "Because I have eight kids" - I just smiled and stared at my beer for a moment.
So here's the question and the answer, "Why am I single?" Because I am. Because no guy has swept me off my feet. Because I work a lot, because I'm obsessed with my work. Because I enjoy single life (no matter how I bitch). Because I like the fact that my money goes to me. Because sex with a vibrator is often more gratifying then the ten seconds you could offer up. Because I have standards and no one has met those. Because single is not a disease, single is my choice of life.
When out on Wednesday I was have drinks with some guys when the question appeared all of the sudden - in statement format (which was easier to take, my nostrils did not flare nor my blood boil) "Why are you single?" Answer me this - why does it matter as long as I am? When a guy asks that question what does he want your response to be?
While in the past I've gotten snotty with my answers, ranging from "Obviously, I'm psycho" to "I have commitment issues" to "Because I have eight kids" - I just smiled and stared at my beer for a moment.
So here's the question and the answer, "Why am I single?" Because I am. Because no guy has swept me off my feet. Because I work a lot, because I'm obsessed with my work. Because I enjoy single life (no matter how I bitch). Because I like the fact that my money goes to me. Because sex with a vibrator is often more gratifying then the ten seconds you could offer up. Because I have standards and no one has met those. Because single is not a disease, single is my choice of life.
Bad Blogger, Bad!
I've been reading a bunch of my regular blogs and have noticed the lack of updates, which made me sad; however, I haven't updated either! Bad Blogger, Bad!
My hiatous is doing well, I'm feeling better about myself with out having the added pressure of trying to find a consistent make out partner. But here's the thing about the hiatous ...
Leagues were on Wednesday night, it was a hellauv alot of fun, I did a bit too much drinking (hmm, SURPRISE there) and went to the other lane from last week to hang out with a married buddy of my friend. Now, he doesn't seem happily married but this doesn't mean that I want to jump him or what not. After more drinking and dart playing, I wanted to leave. We left together and he tried to kiss me in the parking lot! Here's the thing, (a) I'm not attracted to him (b) he's married and (c) he has a kid - this is a bad combo, I'm not in the allusive state where I believe I am so amazing that someone will leave their wife to be with me and I'm not in the state where I believe that sympathy sex with someone I've just met is a good idea. To top it off, I complained about the other dude from last week calling me on my cell while I was at work and he had the nerve to call me the next day!
I am NOT one of those people that likes their significant other calling when they are trying to work - my day is busy enough with out having to make meaningless chit chat. To add injury to the wound, he says "Don't call me on my cell - ONLY at work." Ummm, dirty secret again? I'll pass.
Tonight is a fundraiser for one of the organizations I'm on the board for and I've been somewhat hoodwinked into going. I'm not overly thrilled with the organization right now, but a friend offered a free ticket to schmooze with. In honesty, I'd much rather hit the gym or the bar after work then schmooze with more people in my industry. Still haven't finalized my plans on attending, we'll see how the day plays out.
I'm majorly aching for some shopping right now. I'm sick of my tired outfits and need to soup up the old closet a bit. The only thing is that pesky annoyance of realizing that the money used on shopping would be better suited to go into an account for moving out - still some sexy shoes and a new cute top are calling my name. Decisions, decisions.
The pierced tounge guy called three times at 3am this morning. In honesty, I was up just not in the mood to pick up knowing he was drunk. Why does someone call, leave a voicemail, hang up and call back twice more? Well, I guess because they are drunk and wanting to get some. I couldn't even understand 1/2 of his message, but it involved "you're probably still out ..." ????? I work out every morning before work, which means I am up at a standard of 4am - really not going out till 2 and only getting a couple hours of sleep. I'm getting too old for that sort of lifestyle.
More ramblings include that I'm trying to teach myself dreamweaver right now because I want to personalize my blog a bit more instead of the regular templates. Not having much luck with that, just getting tired of tutorials I guess.
Guess I should get back to working, or at least working on trying to see my desk again. The boys play hockey at noon today, I may just hop in the car and drive past the malls and day dream ... sweet, sweet day dreams.
My hiatous is doing well, I'm feeling better about myself with out having the added pressure of trying to find a consistent make out partner. But here's the thing about the hiatous ...
Leagues were on Wednesday night, it was a hellauv alot of fun, I did a bit too much drinking (hmm, SURPRISE there) and went to the other lane from last week to hang out with a married buddy of my friend. Now, he doesn't seem happily married but this doesn't mean that I want to jump him or what not. After more drinking and dart playing, I wanted to leave. We left together and he tried to kiss me in the parking lot! Here's the thing, (a) I'm not attracted to him (b) he's married and (c) he has a kid - this is a bad combo, I'm not in the allusive state where I believe I am so amazing that someone will leave their wife to be with me and I'm not in the state where I believe that sympathy sex with someone I've just met is a good idea. To top it off, I complained about the other dude from last week calling me on my cell while I was at work and he had the nerve to call me the next day!
I am NOT one of those people that likes their significant other calling when they are trying to work - my day is busy enough with out having to make meaningless chit chat. To add injury to the wound, he says "Don't call me on my cell - ONLY at work." Ummm, dirty secret again? I'll pass.
Tonight is a fundraiser for one of the organizations I'm on the board for and I've been somewhat hoodwinked into going. I'm not overly thrilled with the organization right now, but a friend offered a free ticket to schmooze with. In honesty, I'd much rather hit the gym or the bar after work then schmooze with more people in my industry. Still haven't finalized my plans on attending, we'll see how the day plays out.
I'm majorly aching for some shopping right now. I'm sick of my tired outfits and need to soup up the old closet a bit. The only thing is that pesky annoyance of realizing that the money used on shopping would be better suited to go into an account for moving out - still some sexy shoes and a new cute top are calling my name. Decisions, decisions.
The pierced tounge guy called three times at 3am this morning. In honesty, I was up just not in the mood to pick up knowing he was drunk. Why does someone call, leave a voicemail, hang up and call back twice more? Well, I guess because they are drunk and wanting to get some. I couldn't even understand 1/2 of his message, but it involved "you're probably still out ..." ????? I work out every morning before work, which means I am up at a standard of 4am - really not going out till 2 and only getting a couple hours of sleep. I'm getting too old for that sort of lifestyle.
More ramblings include that I'm trying to teach myself dreamweaver right now because I want to personalize my blog a bit more instead of the regular templates. Not having much luck with that, just getting tired of tutorials I guess.
Guess I should get back to working, or at least working on trying to see my desk again. The boys play hockey at noon today, I may just hop in the car and drive past the malls and day dream ... sweet, sweet day dreams.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Pink
I just watched the making of the video for "Stupid Girls" by Pink. Here's what I like most about her:
(1) The media critiques her in shape figure (a size 8 or 10) as "fat" then turns around and judges people like Lindsay Lohan, Nicole Ritchie and Mary Kate Olsen on having eating disorders. If you have an issue with skin and bones then praise the people that have nice figures and are in shape!
(2) The majority of her music and music videos critique society including image issues.
(3) She makes me proud to not be a blonde bimbo.
That's my insight for today. I in no way blame the media for image issues that teenagers face, but it's nice for some one to critique our culture in a positive way. It's OKAY to like sports, to drink beer and to bear a mid-drift when you're muscular and not think six-packed. But in another breath, I would like to pick up the new Vanity Fair (being aware of ultimate retouching) with all new naked celeb photos.
In other news, my left-over cat is depressed which makes him extremely cuddley lately but resorting to "kitten" tactics, like sucking and neading certain fabrics or standing up on your leg and mew-ing (not his grown up meow). It makes me sad and the nightmares of my poor other cat have not disappeared yet. We'll see with time.
(1) The media critiques her in shape figure (a size 8 or 10) as "fat" then turns around and judges people like Lindsay Lohan, Nicole Ritchie and Mary Kate Olsen on having eating disorders. If you have an issue with skin and bones then praise the people that have nice figures and are in shape!
(2) The majority of her music and music videos critique society including image issues.
(3) She makes me proud to not be a blonde bimbo.
That's my insight for today. I in no way blame the media for image issues that teenagers face, but it's nice for some one to critique our culture in a positive way. It's OKAY to like sports, to drink beer and to bear a mid-drift when you're muscular and not think six-packed. But in another breath, I would like to pick up the new Vanity Fair (being aware of ultimate retouching) with all new naked celeb photos.
In other news, my left-over cat is depressed which makes him extremely cuddley lately but resorting to "kitten" tactics, like sucking and neading certain fabrics or standing up on your leg and mew-ing (not his grown up meow). It makes me sad and the nightmares of my poor other cat have not disappeared yet. We'll see with time.
Monday, February 06, 2006
Amazing things only words can say
I had a biopsy today - something I've had every year for three years, not fun - but no longer scary. Until ....
This is kind of gross for the weak hearted, but so much of the part that was biopsied is gone they can no longer guarantee it won't be hard for me to get pregnant. Chances are I'll miscarry. What's worse is, depending on the results - I can't continue having these procedures done - the end result will have to be a hysterectomy to stop everything. And, I have to see a breast surgeon.
My mom called my dad to "remind" him that I was having the procedure done - to which he claimed no knowledge of (of course) - he didn't even bother to see how I was until I came home a couple minutes ago. The conversation went "How was your procedures." "Fine. Fine but not good." "Oh, Okay." I went into my "home." Pissed off, I went back upstairs. "Not - Oh, okay. I might not be able to have kids and I have to see a breast surgeon." "Oh." "Not 'Oh' Dad - you blew me off when I told you this saying it wasn't serious. Well ..." "Well, I guess it is serious now." Yup.
The nice thing that words can do, however, is realize the extent someone will go for you. When my mom told my sister, she said "no big deal. I can carry her baby." I had always assumed since this all started that she would - but there's a difference when someone says the words to make them reality.
Words can be a nice gesture.
This is kind of gross for the weak hearted, but so much of the part that was biopsied is gone they can no longer guarantee it won't be hard for me to get pregnant. Chances are I'll miscarry. What's worse is, depending on the results - I can't continue having these procedures done - the end result will have to be a hysterectomy to stop everything. And, I have to see a breast surgeon.
My mom called my dad to "remind" him that I was having the procedure done - to which he claimed no knowledge of (of course) - he didn't even bother to see how I was until I came home a couple minutes ago. The conversation went "How was your procedures." "Fine. Fine but not good." "Oh, Okay." I went into my "home." Pissed off, I went back upstairs. "Not - Oh, okay. I might not be able to have kids and I have to see a breast surgeon." "Oh." "Not 'Oh' Dad - you blew me off when I told you this saying it wasn't serious. Well ..." "Well, I guess it is serious now." Yup.
The nice thing that words can do, however, is realize the extent someone will go for you. When my mom told my sister, she said "no big deal. I can carry her baby." I had always assumed since this all started that she would - but there's a difference when someone says the words to make them reality.
Words can be a nice gesture.
Four Things
Four Things
I got tagged by BZ, who got tagged by Loremaster Alec, who got tagged by Nutz, who got tagged by MCatt, who got tagged by Alice, who got tagged by Dweeze, so here are my answers:
Four jobs I've had:
1. Account Coordiantor at an Advertising Agency
2. Manager at a popular chain restaraunt
3. Volunteer Call Center at a Classified Ad newspaper
4. Carnival Worker
Four movies I can watch over and over:
1. What Dreams May Come
2. Sweetest Thing
3. Dogma
4. Jay & Silent Bob
Four Places I have lived:
1. Milwaukee, WI
2. St Louis, MO
3. Franklin, WI
4. Greenfield, WI
Four Shows I love:
1. CSI
2. Related
3. Dancing with the Stars
4. Lost
Four highly-touted TV shows I detest:
1. Bachelor
2. Friends
3. Survivor
4. Real World
Four books I'd recommend to anyone, anytime:
1. Chronicles of Narnia
2. He's Just Not That Into You
3. Sisters & Brothers
4. Classical Mythology
Four places I have vacationed:
1. New York, New York
2. Vegas, NV
3. Nassau, Bahamas
4. Iron Mountain, MI
Four of my favorite dishes:
1. Grilled Zucchini
2. Chicken Parmigina
3. Broccoli & Cheese Soup
4. Bagel & Garden Vegetable Cream Cheese
Four sites I visit daily:
1. Blogger
2. Google
3. Yahoo
4. Hotmail
Four places I would rather be right now:
1. New York
2. Italy
3. Bar
4. Bar
And I'm tagging:
1. Darthimmortal
2. Neo
3. Dia
4. daynad228
I got tagged by BZ, who got tagged by Loremaster Alec, who got tagged by Nutz, who got tagged by MCatt, who got tagged by Alice, who got tagged by Dweeze, so here are my answers:
Four jobs I've had:
1. Account Coordiantor at an Advertising Agency
2. Manager at a popular chain restaraunt
3. Volunteer Call Center at a Classified Ad newspaper
4. Carnival Worker
Four movies I can watch over and over:
1. What Dreams May Come
2. Sweetest Thing
3. Dogma
4. Jay & Silent Bob
Four Places I have lived:
1. Milwaukee, WI
2. St Louis, MO
3. Franklin, WI
4. Greenfield, WI
Four Shows I love:
1. CSI
2. Related
3. Dancing with the Stars
4. Lost
Four highly-touted TV shows I detest:
1. Bachelor
2. Friends
3. Survivor
4. Real World
Four books I'd recommend to anyone, anytime:
1. Chronicles of Narnia
2. He's Just Not That Into You
3. Sisters & Brothers
4. Classical Mythology
Four places I have vacationed:
1. New York, New York
2. Vegas, NV
3. Nassau, Bahamas
4. Iron Mountain, MI
Four of my favorite dishes:
1. Grilled Zucchini
2. Chicken Parmigina
3. Broccoli & Cheese Soup
4. Bagel & Garden Vegetable Cream Cheese
Four sites I visit daily:
1. Blogger
2. Google
3. Yahoo
4. Hotmail
Four places I would rather be right now:
1. New York
2. Italy
3. Bar
4. Bar
And I'm tagging:
1. Darthimmortal
2. Neo
3. Dia
4. daynad228
Friday, February 03, 2006
Hiatous Sounding Pretty Good
*sigh* I'm seriously considering take some time off from any interaction with the opposite sex. This psycho dude from Wednesday night has made me want to swear off all men at all times - I honestly don't think I'd be open to even messing around with any of the numbers!
Update on all the dudes in my life:
#1 - He's been cranky with me, we are supposed to go out tomorrow - not sure we will.
#2 - Haven't talked to in two months.
#3 - Can trip on his pierced dick and die :)
#4 - THANK GOD, no interaction!
#5 - Buddy, probably mad at me right now. These days I can't tell.
Mr. D - Dead in the water. Hasn't called or talked to me basically since the awesome Saturday night fiasco.
Psycho Guy: See above. I may become a lesbian.
Pierced Tounge Guy: Called at 2am yesterday ... gee what could that mean? B-O-O-T-Y C-A-L-L, no thanks - I'll pass.
When it's spelt out like that - kindda makes it seem like I've had an active relationship life, but really folks - it's all words and not much glamour.
Update on all the dudes in my life:
#1 - He's been cranky with me, we are supposed to go out tomorrow - not sure we will.
#2 - Haven't talked to in two months.
#3 - Can trip on his pierced dick and die :)
#4 - THANK GOD, no interaction!
#5 - Buddy, probably mad at me right now. These days I can't tell.
Mr. D - Dead in the water. Hasn't called or talked to me basically since the awesome Saturday night fiasco.
Psycho Guy: See above. I may become a lesbian.
Pierced Tounge Guy: Called at 2am yesterday ... gee what could that mean? B-O-O-T-Y C-A-L-L, no thanks - I'll pass.
When it's spelt out like that - kindda makes it seem like I've had an active relationship life, but really folks - it's all words and not much glamour.
Count Down to the Weekend
I love Fridays, the anticipation of leaving work and not coming back over the weekend is thrilling. I start listing all the things I want to do over the weekend, only to throw them out as the time comes.
I'm hoping today is a no disaster kind of day. The guys at work are playing hockey over lunch, I'm going to extend my lunch hour and hit the gym and the bank. I've already signed up for an evening session at the gym, but I always feel better when I come back and lately I haven't been extending that extra effort there.
Here's also hoping that my father leaves me alone this weekend. Earlier this week he asked me if I would be interested in doing his books - I told him that I honestly wasn't. He quipped that he pays me more than my job and I should do it. This kills me. On one hand he complains that I always say yes to things and I need to start saying no - then when I do, he lays on the load of my situation. I told him that I really wasn't interested - then he told me I needed to check my attitude.
On Wednesday night I was getting ready to go out when he called (Yes, called - I was in the basement and he was up stairs) and he asked me when I was planning on paying rent and "reminded" me that I needed to do his books and wanted to know when. Lovely, lovely, lovely. He will find a way to weasel out of paying me mind you and I have to deal with at least 6hrs of interactions with him, him scruitinizing my every entry and every inch of my life. It's no wonder I'm so miserable.
So the weekend has technicallly been laid out for me - Saturday I'll do his books, Sunday is the Super Bowl and I'm gambling with my mom for awhile. #1 mentioned going out last Saturday, but I'll assume that isn't going to happen since he's never been good at keeping with plans and I'm not sure I should even go out since I'll be beaten to hell by my dad during the day. Therefore if we do go out and I drink, it'll be the holy hell fire of emotions again.
I was pleasantly surprised that I miscalculated my raise on my check this week by about $50.00, that means I may be able to buy some groceries this week and that it eases up my tight budet a bit. That $50.00 will start collecting in my FU fund to get out of that damn basement and back to independent life.
I'm hoping today is a no disaster kind of day. The guys at work are playing hockey over lunch, I'm going to extend my lunch hour and hit the gym and the bank. I've already signed up for an evening session at the gym, but I always feel better when I come back and lately I haven't been extending that extra effort there.
Here's also hoping that my father leaves me alone this weekend. Earlier this week he asked me if I would be interested in doing his books - I told him that I honestly wasn't. He quipped that he pays me more than my job and I should do it. This kills me. On one hand he complains that I always say yes to things and I need to start saying no - then when I do, he lays on the load of my situation. I told him that I really wasn't interested - then he told me I needed to check my attitude.
On Wednesday night I was getting ready to go out when he called (Yes, called - I was in the basement and he was up stairs) and he asked me when I was planning on paying rent and "reminded" me that I needed to do his books and wanted to know when. Lovely, lovely, lovely. He will find a way to weasel out of paying me mind you and I have to deal with at least 6hrs of interactions with him, him scruitinizing my every entry and every inch of my life. It's no wonder I'm so miserable.
So the weekend has technicallly been laid out for me - Saturday I'll do his books, Sunday is the Super Bowl and I'm gambling with my mom for awhile. #1 mentioned going out last Saturday, but I'll assume that isn't going to happen since he's never been good at keeping with plans and I'm not sure I should even go out since I'll be beaten to hell by my dad during the day. Therefore if we do go out and I drink, it'll be the holy hell fire of emotions again.
I was pleasantly surprised that I miscalculated my raise on my check this week by about $50.00, that means I may be able to buy some groceries this week and that it eases up my tight budet a bit. That $50.00 will start collecting in my FU fund to get out of that damn basement and back to independent life.
Thursday, February 02, 2006
The heart pounding-hands shaking-please don't let me even smell a beer kind of morning
I went out to see a buddy of mine bowl since it was our bye week - it was interesting. Ended up at an old bar I used to hang out with (sans the original friend - but I was there with two new ones). Funny how little corner bars don't change in three years...
Anyhow - met two guys, nothing to call home about, but I was all for the attention. I watched my beer intake, occassionally switching to water because buzzed driving, is drunk driving.
This is a slight side note but ... I go through girl stages, I wear skirts and carry purses and then I switch to jeans/tshirt/put my cash in my pocket phases. I'm in the second, not girl, stage. This comes into play here ...
So, I occassionally have something to do and will leave my cell phone & keys unattended on a table, this is a mistake - the two kindly gentlemen that I was hanging out with last night got my phone number from it.
Both would be great to hang out with - one would be great to make out with. The non-make out guy has reached CRAZY levels. Since 8:00 this morning (it's 11:30) he's text messaged 26 times and left two voicemails. No matter my responses of "I'm at work - very busy" he still is persistant. Finally I text messaged him, "Listen - bowling hanging out is fine and let's leave it at that" - he text messages back "I see where I stand." You went from having a chance to go out with me to being psycho - not good in a 3 1/2 hour period. Better to find out now.
The other dude has a tounge ring. After the dick ring, I wasn't so sure I wanted piercings in my mouth - but I still kissed him at the end of the night and it was an okay kiss. We shall see, he is a youngin'
So, with three hours of sleep and a slight hang over I'm thinking perhaps it's best for everyone involved if I take a hiatus from dating/making out because it doesn't seem to lead to good things - just psycho messages.
Anyhow - met two guys, nothing to call home about, but I was all for the attention. I watched my beer intake, occassionally switching to water because buzzed driving, is drunk driving.
This is a slight side note but ... I go through girl stages, I wear skirts and carry purses and then I switch to jeans/tshirt/put my cash in my pocket phases. I'm in the second, not girl, stage. This comes into play here ...
So, I occassionally have something to do and will leave my cell phone & keys unattended on a table, this is a mistake - the two kindly gentlemen that I was hanging out with last night got my phone number from it.
Both would be great to hang out with - one would be great to make out with. The non-make out guy has reached CRAZY levels. Since 8:00 this morning (it's 11:30) he's text messaged 26 times and left two voicemails. No matter my responses of "I'm at work - very busy" he still is persistant. Finally I text messaged him, "Listen - bowling hanging out is fine and let's leave it at that" - he text messages back "I see where I stand." You went from having a chance to go out with me to being psycho - not good in a 3 1/2 hour period. Better to find out now.
The other dude has a tounge ring. After the dick ring, I wasn't so sure I wanted piercings in my mouth - but I still kissed him at the end of the night and it was an okay kiss. We shall see, he is a youngin'
So, with three hours of sleep and a slight hang over I'm thinking perhaps it's best for everyone involved if I take a hiatus from dating/making out because it doesn't seem to lead to good things - just psycho messages.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
How sad to google ...
A little brief history for those of you not into classical stories or Brad Pitt buff and naked. When Achilles met with his mother before leaving for the Trojan War he was posed this question, "You can choose to live out a life of nothing and be happy forever, yet no one will remember you except your kin - and that will only be for a few generations or you can fight this war and live forever in the stories, countless people will mutter the name Achilles."
Achilles (if you didn't already know) chose a short life so that his name would live on; however, upon evaluation of his former he chose his next one to be a farmer and live a long life - short of being infamous in history.
So nowadays we can see who is infamous or not on a little website called "google." We've all done it, typed in our names or someone else's to see what we could find. How sad it is when the search pulls up nothing. It's then when you take a deep breath and resign yourself to do something that will be noticed by the web searchers, something grand, something that makes a searcher double take and think - damn, good call on her.
Right now google shows nothing for me - but by the end of the year, I resign myself to a grand venture that will get me noticed.
Achilles (if you didn't already know) chose a short life so that his name would live on; however, upon evaluation of his former he chose his next one to be a farmer and live a long life - short of being infamous in history.
So nowadays we can see who is infamous or not on a little website called "google." We've all done it, typed in our names or someone else's to see what we could find. How sad it is when the search pulls up nothing. It's then when you take a deep breath and resign yourself to do something that will be noticed by the web searchers, something grand, something that makes a searcher double take and think - damn, good call on her.
Right now google shows nothing for me - but by the end of the year, I resign myself to a grand venture that will get me noticed.
The blah, blah, blahs
Nothing overly thrilling to report.
I texted messaged Mr. D who is apparently feeling like crap still - I offered soup, no response. Ah, guess that's done with.
Thankfully, have not been in communication with the lovely #1, that's just bad drama all over again.
Didn't get as much accomplished as I would have like yesterday, too much playing with the baby. Last night she kept throwing her head backwards to look at the cat - but ended up throwing her head on my knee. Her face turned bright red and my mom informed me to stand up right then and rock her. Oops, I'm getting maternal - just not all there yet.
Today is a fun filled day of not-much-work (thank god), a board meeting (get out of work early!) and taxes (yipee Mr. Refund). I've opted to have a day off of the gym, perhaps I will pop in the old yoga tape (yes, TAPE - that's how old) and do a little meditating tonight.
I've also decided I'm over the bar scene-guy deal. I don't want to get drunk every night - I want REAL dates. I guess I need to find a REAL man first ...
I texted messaged Mr. D who is apparently feeling like crap still - I offered soup, no response. Ah, guess that's done with.
Thankfully, have not been in communication with the lovely #1, that's just bad drama all over again.
Didn't get as much accomplished as I would have like yesterday, too much playing with the baby. Last night she kept throwing her head backwards to look at the cat - but ended up throwing her head on my knee. Her face turned bright red and my mom informed me to stand up right then and rock her. Oops, I'm getting maternal - just not all there yet.
Today is a fun filled day of not-much-work (thank god), a board meeting (get out of work early!) and taxes (yipee Mr. Refund). I've opted to have a day off of the gym, perhaps I will pop in the old yoga tape (yes, TAPE - that's how old) and do a little meditating tonight.
I've also decided I'm over the bar scene-guy deal. I don't want to get drunk every night - I want REAL dates. I guess I need to find a REAL man first ...
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