On Sunday I had the unfortunate luck to find out a few things:
A) Either through fault of my own, or my insurance company I had no car insurance
B) I had overdrawn my account, and it would take 3 days for the transfer from savings to checking to become complete
C) I have to survive on the little less than 1/2 tank of gas I have till Wed
D) My family has decided to change up Christmas without consulting all involved.
We'll begin with "D", the least self explanatory. When I was bartending last year a man came in, and sat down at my bar. He explained that his family had gotten to the point where my family had, that they were buying everything they wanted, and Christmas gifts were becoming increasingly scarce. So they contacted the Salvation Army, got a family, and took them a tree.
So I decided to propose the idea to my family this Christmas. We would adopt a needy family, as opposed to buying for each other. I got a lot of mixed reactions, where basically people said they would prefer to have gifts themselves, than to provide for someone in need.
Today I found out they decided to do a Pollyanna, and exchange gifts on Christmas Eve! I told my grandmother that I preferred not to partake in the festivities, that I don't buy for that side of my family, and that my mom, stepfahter, and Tim were all going to do the Salvation Army thing. Turned up noses were the response I got.
Since whe is it so wrong to do some good for someone else? Isn't the holiday season about getting together, and being thankful for what you DO have? I swear everyone in this family has lost their minds! Anyone who wants to include me in their house this year, I'll take it! I don't want presents, I want to be included in happiness the season brings. You'd SWEAR I'm asking for miracles here!
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
What Makes A Friend?
I forgot to mention in yesterday's blog that we were later joined by one of KB's other friends, Dom.
I don't know Dom that well, only in passing, and our acquaintanceship is a cool one. We're friendly, but it doesn't go beyond that, which is fine for both parties.
Before actually arriving at the party, it was brought to my attention that Dom, now living in DE, had planned a house party the same night as his friend's birthday. Some people, were a bit perturbed by this fact. A bit confused by the situation, I inquired further, "Wait, he has a party to GO TO in DE, on his friend's birthday?"
They explained that Dom had, with his new roommates, planned a house party on this particular day, which was a really shitty thing to do. Some of the tension detected that night was a bit thick, so that had I removed the plastic knife Katie was using to saw herself with, I could've cut it. But he stayed the entire time we did, which I have no complaints about.
Granted, from what I hear he isn't the best friend a guy could have. But we all make mistakes, it's how we learn to prioritize! He may be 25 physically, but mentally he's still in that 'just turned 21' syndrome that plagues so many guys for so long.
All in all, if we consider him to be a friend, shouldn't we be able to accept him for how he is? We may not like everything about him, or agree with all of his choices, but sometimes loyalty goes a long way. And sometimes we need to lead by example. Obviously he wouldn't be considered a "friend" in the first place if he didn't bring something to the table. And if his making an appearance, despite his momentary brain lapse, made KB happy on his birthday, then it was entirely worth it.
I don't know Dom that well, only in passing, and our acquaintanceship is a cool one. We're friendly, but it doesn't go beyond that, which is fine for both parties.
Before actually arriving at the party, it was brought to my attention that Dom, now living in DE, had planned a house party the same night as his friend's birthday. Some people, were a bit perturbed by this fact. A bit confused by the situation, I inquired further, "Wait, he has a party to GO TO in DE, on his friend's birthday?"
They explained that Dom had, with his new roommates, planned a house party on this particular day, which was a really shitty thing to do. Some of the tension detected that night was a bit thick, so that had I removed the plastic knife Katie was using to saw herself with, I could've cut it. But he stayed the entire time we did, which I have no complaints about.
Granted, from what I hear he isn't the best friend a guy could have. But we all make mistakes, it's how we learn to prioritize! He may be 25 physically, but mentally he's still in that 'just turned 21' syndrome that plagues so many guys for so long.
All in all, if we consider him to be a friend, shouldn't we be able to accept him for how he is? We may not like everything about him, or agree with all of his choices, but sometimes loyalty goes a long way. And sometimes we need to lead by example. Obviously he wouldn't be considered a "friend" in the first place if he didn't bring something to the table. And if his making an appearance, despite his momentary brain lapse, made KB happy on his birthday, then it was entirely worth it.
Monday, October 29, 2007
No Guarantees
I feel like I didn't do the feelings I felt at KB's birthday party justice. Mostly because KB's birthday wasn't about me, nor would I want it to be. But this blog is about me, and I do owe you, my readers, the god's honest truth.
When I met KB, I knew I liked him. Instantaneously, I thought he was cute, but I also knew where I was in life. I wanted "J" and nothing then was going to keep me from that. Especially not someone I had just met, despite hearing so much about him.
As I got to know him, I gained a lot of respect for him as a person. We bonded over talking about certain inappropriate actions that night (not on my behalf), and things kind of progressed until we were friends. I wish I could say it's always been platonic, and that's the reason things didn't work out between us. I wish I could lie and say that we gave it our best, at the given time, and that now we acknowledge that ship has sailed. Because for a while, it had.
Sometimes you see someone differently though. Sometimes you look at someone and see all they really are. And in talking to people, someone said to me that relationships are really a game of chess. It's maintaining the right amount of distance, not too much, not too little, and accepting the person as they are. I know now, that I didn't accept KB how he was, once we were together, and I deeply regret it. Why? Because he's such an awesome person.
If someone were to ask me if I'd want to date him again the answer is, I don't know. I know I changed in our relationship, probably out of fear of committment, and fear of screwing things up royally. But what do you do if you meet the right person at the wrong time?
I'm an opportunist, and I always have been. Nothing is going to change that. So when I had the chance to jump at happiness, as opposed to just floating through life missing what could've been, I took it. And it blew up in my face. But KB was there to catch me.
Seeing him Saturday night was like ripping open a very old wound. Much like when you perform surgery on someone, or an animal, you don't cut through all the layers of skin to reach the abdomen only to stitch the top back together and "hope for the best". Each layer is stitched.
Driving home, I cried. I mean bawled. I bawled because I miss him. I bawled because I still care. And I bawled because for the first time in my life, I don't know how to act, or what to do to make it right.
Whenever anyone sees the situation from the outside it's easy to offer explanations. But I stand behind my theory that one can only do the best they have at that moment the situation is occurring. It's easy to think of 100 different outcomes that in the heat of the moment you didn't even consider. It doesn't quite seem fair.
But perhaps the worst part of seeing him wasn't ripping open the old wound and seeing it slowly being stitched after all this time, but it was seeing that look in his eyes. Whether he wants to admit it or not, and whether I want to admit it, whether it was the alcohol, the celebration or whatever, there was something there.
But it takes many years for a piece of sand to become a pearl, or coal to become a diamond. So I guess time is the key. The one thing that no one can guarantee.
I guess I should've been more specific when I told God I was ready to meet the right person...
When I met KB, I knew I liked him. Instantaneously, I thought he was cute, but I also knew where I was in life. I wanted "J" and nothing then was going to keep me from that. Especially not someone I had just met, despite hearing so much about him.
As I got to know him, I gained a lot of respect for him as a person. We bonded over talking about certain inappropriate actions that night (not on my behalf), and things kind of progressed until we were friends. I wish I could say it's always been platonic, and that's the reason things didn't work out between us. I wish I could lie and say that we gave it our best, at the given time, and that now we acknowledge that ship has sailed. Because for a while, it had.
Sometimes you see someone differently though. Sometimes you look at someone and see all they really are. And in talking to people, someone said to me that relationships are really a game of chess. It's maintaining the right amount of distance, not too much, not too little, and accepting the person as they are. I know now, that I didn't accept KB how he was, once we were together, and I deeply regret it. Why? Because he's such an awesome person.
If someone were to ask me if I'd want to date him again the answer is, I don't know. I know I changed in our relationship, probably out of fear of committment, and fear of screwing things up royally. But what do you do if you meet the right person at the wrong time?
I'm an opportunist, and I always have been. Nothing is going to change that. So when I had the chance to jump at happiness, as opposed to just floating through life missing what could've been, I took it. And it blew up in my face. But KB was there to catch me.
Seeing him Saturday night was like ripping open a very old wound. Much like when you perform surgery on someone, or an animal, you don't cut through all the layers of skin to reach the abdomen only to stitch the top back together and "hope for the best". Each layer is stitched.
Driving home, I cried. I mean bawled. I bawled because I miss him. I bawled because I still care. And I bawled because for the first time in my life, I don't know how to act, or what to do to make it right.
Whenever anyone sees the situation from the outside it's easy to offer explanations. But I stand behind my theory that one can only do the best they have at that moment the situation is occurring. It's easy to think of 100 different outcomes that in the heat of the moment you didn't even consider. It doesn't quite seem fair.
But perhaps the worst part of seeing him wasn't ripping open the old wound and seeing it slowly being stitched after all this time, but it was seeing that look in his eyes. Whether he wants to admit it or not, and whether I want to admit it, whether it was the alcohol, the celebration or whatever, there was something there.
But it takes many years for a piece of sand to become a pearl, or coal to become a diamond. So I guess time is the key. The one thing that no one can guarantee.
I guess I should've been more specific when I told God I was ready to meet the right person...
Sunday, October 28, 2007
A Real Fine Place To Start
Last night was KB's birthday party at Chickie's and Pete's in Egg Harbor, NJ. Enroute to pick up Josh and Katie, while tackling Lincoln Drive, Josh called to inform me that KB was riding with another friend, and he was going to be later than expected. We had two options: to either hang out at their house, and leave later, or to hang out at KB's and all leave together. We decided to decide once I reached their location.
Once I got there, we decided to hang out at KB's, but Josh's primping routine took a good deal of time, and it was well after 6, our designated "leave time", once we actually got on the road.
The ride down was relatively quiet, lots of listening to music, idle conversation, and me attempting to sing despite my lack of voice. Really exciting, when you forget you can't sing, and nothing's coming out.
We were about 5 minutes out from KB's house when we got a phone call saying that Dan had arrived earlier than anticipated, and we should all meet up at the restaurant, as originally planned.
A solid 40 minutes later, we arrived at the restaurant, and Josh, having just hit his elbow on the car door was already in a pissy mood. I explained to the hostess that we were looking for someone that was already there.
"A birthday party," she asked?
"Yes"
She directed me to the left, and I made it half way down the ramp when I realized that I didn't recognize anyone at the table. Of course, Josh gave me a hard time that he had known where everyone was sitting, and he "didn't know why I was heading that way."
Things got mildly more interesting once we actually found our appropriate table. A combination of Joe, Dan, his girlfriend Emily, KB, Josh, Katie and myself composed the table. We all ordered drinks, my first a Blueberry Martini that was PINK! It was terrible! Having force-fed it to myself I was flying pretty high, but the drinks kept a flowing, and so did the conversation...
Suffice to say that with three drinks, one shot, only added to my honesty. I'm sure many a people were sick that night, and it had little to do with the alcohol.
I'm generally the type of person who can drink, get their "high", and come back down completely sober, and last night was no exception. Although the 'coming down' part is the least fun. It's when the hangover sets in, and you realize how much of an ass you made of yourself that night. And at some point, I ended up looking pale, although for reasons that evade me.
The drive home was a quiet one as well, with plenty of time for reflection. I had a great time, but at the same time I had ripped open old wounds that I thought I had avoided, and realized hey! there's some stitches in there! Now if I can just avoid ripping them out, I may end up in a good place yet. The end of something always presents the start of something new...
Not to be forgotten...Happy Birthday to one of the greatest guys I know!
Once I got there, we decided to hang out at KB's, but Josh's primping routine took a good deal of time, and it was well after 6, our designated "leave time", once we actually got on the road.
The ride down was relatively quiet, lots of listening to music, idle conversation, and me attempting to sing despite my lack of voice. Really exciting, when you forget you can't sing, and nothing's coming out.
We were about 5 minutes out from KB's house when we got a phone call saying that Dan had arrived earlier than anticipated, and we should all meet up at the restaurant, as originally planned.
A solid 40 minutes later, we arrived at the restaurant, and Josh, having just hit his elbow on the car door was already in a pissy mood. I explained to the hostess that we were looking for someone that was already there.
"A birthday party," she asked?
"Yes"
She directed me to the left, and I made it half way down the ramp when I realized that I didn't recognize anyone at the table. Of course, Josh gave me a hard time that he had known where everyone was sitting, and he "didn't know why I was heading that way."
Things got mildly more interesting once we actually found our appropriate table. A combination of Joe, Dan, his girlfriend Emily, KB, Josh, Katie and myself composed the table. We all ordered drinks, my first a Blueberry Martini that was PINK! It was terrible! Having force-fed it to myself I was flying pretty high, but the drinks kept a flowing, and so did the conversation...
Suffice to say that with three drinks, one shot, only added to my honesty. I'm sure many a people were sick that night, and it had little to do with the alcohol.
I'm generally the type of person who can drink, get their "high", and come back down completely sober, and last night was no exception. Although the 'coming down' part is the least fun. It's when the hangover sets in, and you realize how much of an ass you made of yourself that night. And at some point, I ended up looking pale, although for reasons that evade me.
The drive home was a quiet one as well, with plenty of time for reflection. I had a great time, but at the same time I had ripped open old wounds that I thought I had avoided, and realized hey! there's some stitches in there! Now if I can just avoid ripping them out, I may end up in a good place yet. The end of something always presents the start of something new...
Not to be forgotten...Happy Birthday to one of the greatest guys I know!
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Not A Believer....
Yesterday at work I was attempting to move a table in my no-voiced state, that only has wheels on one side. Unfortunately for me, I tripped, fell AND twisted my ankle, although not nearly as painfully as the last incident, and oppposite side.
I attribute the nice bruises I have on my left leg to KB and his supposed miracle working abilities.
Nope...not a believer as of yet! ;)
I attribute the nice bruises I have on my left leg to KB and his supposed miracle working abilities.
Nope...not a believer as of yet! ;)
Friday, October 26, 2007
I have a plan...
I'm officially a bad friend, and my lack a of a voice is me being convinced that God is punishing me for it.
My one friend asked me to pick him up to attend a particular event we were both invited to. Granted, I had told him that financially I was not stable enough to partake in such festivities, but he assured me that if I would help him out with a ride, he would pay for gas and food. Which was all good and dandy until...recently he informed me his fiancee would be going along.
Now, they've been together quite a while, and it's not like I haven't endured her company before. But for some reason my last encounter with her really rubbed me the wrong way and the idea of being in the same car as her really just didn't sit well with me. Not to mention that he sprung it on me that it would be all 3 of us heading to the location as opposed to two. (Which is not an issue of feelings for him, trust me).
Somewhat unfortunately, and fortunately for me, I had to tell someone, and I ended up telling KB. At which point he bribed me to do him this one favor. I'm such a sucker for cute gimpy ex-boyfriends. Damn the powers that be!
oh well, I'll be thankful is I can manage to squeak out a Happy Birthday tomorrow. If not, I have a plan.
My one friend asked me to pick him up to attend a particular event we were both invited to. Granted, I had told him that financially I was not stable enough to partake in such festivities, but he assured me that if I would help him out with a ride, he would pay for gas and food. Which was all good and dandy until...recently he informed me his fiancee would be going along.
Now, they've been together quite a while, and it's not like I haven't endured her company before. But for some reason my last encounter with her really rubbed me the wrong way and the idea of being in the same car as her really just didn't sit well with me. Not to mention that he sprung it on me that it would be all 3 of us heading to the location as opposed to two. (Which is not an issue of feelings for him, trust me).
Somewhat unfortunately, and fortunately for me, I had to tell someone, and I ended up telling KB. At which point he bribed me to do him this one favor. I'm such a sucker for cute gimpy ex-boyfriends. Damn the powers that be!
oh well, I'll be thankful is I can manage to squeak out a Happy Birthday tomorrow. If not, I have a plan.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Eye Contact...
The last time I was in Biology class, a week ago, I managed to make a HUGE ass out of myself. We took a test on Photosynthesis, and Cellular Respiration in my Bio class. I knew I hadn't logged the necessary hours to get a decent grade on the test (we got them back tonight, and I got a solid B btw), so I was nervous as could be.
Add to the fact that I had to label diagrams! I don't look at the diagrams because they don't help me...so I only managed to score a 5/10 on the two diagrams. Boo to that.
Anyways, I was the first person done, but the 2nd person to hand in my test. (I'm so superstitious about handing my test in first). I picked up my purse to head to the bathroom, and having skipped class the Tuesday before mid-class, I figured the teacher was going to give me hell, especially with my less than stellar grade. So I said aloud "Relax, I'm just going to the bathroom, I'll be right back."
What I failed to mention is that on the board he wrote that most of us had done well on the lab write-up, and to begin reading Chapter 8. He was blocking my view of "Have a Good Weekend", and knowing this professor, he usually keeps us after a test to begin the next chapter. I got back, sat down, and began outlining Chapter 8 as I would at home when I see half the classroom leaving with their stuff packed up. It was then I saw the "Have a good weekend".
Completely embarassed, I packed up my things as quickly as possible, and bolted to the door, but no avail, I caught the professor's attention.
I apologized saying "Apparently I can't read tonight" and made my exit. The problem was I couldn't find my keys!
So I had to embarass myself further by re-entering the class to find out....I had stuck my keys in my bookbag as opposed to my purse...
I haven't made eye contact since...
Add to the fact that I had to label diagrams! I don't look at the diagrams because they don't help me...so I only managed to score a 5/10 on the two diagrams. Boo to that.
Anyways, I was the first person done, but the 2nd person to hand in my test. (I'm so superstitious about handing my test in first). I picked up my purse to head to the bathroom, and having skipped class the Tuesday before mid-class, I figured the teacher was going to give me hell, especially with my less than stellar grade. So I said aloud "Relax, I'm just going to the bathroom, I'll be right back."
What I failed to mention is that on the board he wrote that most of us had done well on the lab write-up, and to begin reading Chapter 8. He was blocking my view of "Have a Good Weekend", and knowing this professor, he usually keeps us after a test to begin the next chapter. I got back, sat down, and began outlining Chapter 8 as I would at home when I see half the classroom leaving with their stuff packed up. It was then I saw the "Have a good weekend".
Completely embarassed, I packed up my things as quickly as possible, and bolted to the door, but no avail, I caught the professor's attention.
I apologized saying "Apparently I can't read tonight" and made my exit. The problem was I couldn't find my keys!
So I had to embarass myself further by re-entering the class to find out....I had stuck my keys in my bookbag as opposed to my purse...
I haven't made eye contact since...
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Red High Heels
Today has officially yielded two whole days since I've heard from "N". Granted, I'm not one to be usually panicky, in fact I'm probably the easiest person to leave-I won't know what hit me for a few days!
I know he was extremely ill, and highly contagious (is it against girlfriend rules to avoid your sick significant other?), and was heading to a friend's home that actually contained HEAT. You know, a general necessity when you're sick. Thankfully he doesn't need his hair held back as he prays to the porcelin god. (Kudos to anyone who got the image from White Chicks in their head).
However, he did manage to sneak a phone call into me on Monday which initially made me question the whole "I'm going to the woods, and I don't get my messages until I'm back in reception" thing, but I threw those thoughts to the back of my mind. No use worrying about that which I cannot control.
However this situation pans out extremely similar to a situation I endured not all THAT long ago.
I dated this guy, Dean, for X amount of time. (Consequently he was the guy whom I went to MA and found another woman all over it, I just cared about protecting his privacy then). We got engaged, and all of a sudden BOOP! He drops of the face of the earth despite a series of pissed off messages from me.
Months go by, I don't give it too much of a thought when BOOP! there's Dean with a text message offering explanations. He told me that he ran into his ex-wife, she said some very cruel things (he explained, I won't) to him, and he really took it to heart. Okay, I'm a sap, I'm willing to do anything, and I really care about this guy, so I'll make it work, right? WRONG. I told him no wonder his friends hate me, I show up for 6 months then fall off the face of the earth. I'd ask him to move here, he'd say "I like my town". I'd offer to move there, I GOT A JOB OFFER, and he told me he wasn't ready for me to move in.
Even the "good" guys two-time ya it seems. So the jury is still out as to whether "N" has pulled a Dean on me or not, but by my standards, the clock is ticking and he has till Friday or out come the red high heels!
I know he was extremely ill, and highly contagious (is it against girlfriend rules to avoid your sick significant other?), and was heading to a friend's home that actually contained HEAT. You know, a general necessity when you're sick. Thankfully he doesn't need his hair held back as he prays to the porcelin god. (Kudos to anyone who got the image from White Chicks in their head).
However, he did manage to sneak a phone call into me on Monday which initially made me question the whole "I'm going to the woods, and I don't get my messages until I'm back in reception" thing, but I threw those thoughts to the back of my mind. No use worrying about that which I cannot control.
However this situation pans out extremely similar to a situation I endured not all THAT long ago.
I dated this guy, Dean, for X amount of time. (Consequently he was the guy whom I went to MA and found another woman all over it, I just cared about protecting his privacy then). We got engaged, and all of a sudden BOOP! He drops of the face of the earth despite a series of pissed off messages from me.
Months go by, I don't give it too much of a thought when BOOP! there's Dean with a text message offering explanations. He told me that he ran into his ex-wife, she said some very cruel things (he explained, I won't) to him, and he really took it to heart. Okay, I'm a sap, I'm willing to do anything, and I really care about this guy, so I'll make it work, right? WRONG. I told him no wonder his friends hate me, I show up for 6 months then fall off the face of the earth. I'd ask him to move here, he'd say "I like my town". I'd offer to move there, I GOT A JOB OFFER, and he told me he wasn't ready for me to move in.
Even the "good" guys two-time ya it seems. So the jury is still out as to whether "N" has pulled a Dean on me or not, but by my standards, the clock is ticking and he has till Friday or out come the red high heels!
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Mixing it up...
Recently I had the unfortunate pleasure to have a conversation with one of my ex's. Yeah we'll call him an ex.
He told me that he changed. And I'll be honest with you, my initial reaction was to say "Yeah right!" But I've been in a similar position a few years ago...
I was 15, new to the internet, and my mom had suggested I lie about my age, to keep weirdos away. I'm not sure how well it worked given that one guy wanted to meet me in a local park....but I did nonetheless and I met a great guy named Jason.
We dated for a year and 1/2 and he never knew anything different until one day, per the advice of my friends, I felt compelled to tell him. Needless to say "the woman before me" had done some major damage and to this day he'll speak to me through gritted teeth. I wish I could say my major change was that I quit lying, unfortunately that's not true, I still lie sometimes, but for the most part, as my friends now will tell you, I'm brutually honest. But I HAD changed in other ways, I had matured socially, and come a long ways emotionally. But no amount of excuses, or apologies brought him back.
So when my "ex" said he'd changed, for a moment I flashed back to that conversation where I tried to explain I too was different, and whether we were just too different, or he just couldn't forgive me, my life was forever changed. And I decided if I could change then anyone could. He sent me a link of his new terms of living, and I said the only thing I could, "Excellent".
He described our relationship as a "crazy" one, and asked where that left us. I explained that despite my love for him, which would always remain intact in some form or another, that threats he made to me crossed a line which could not be reversed.
Apparently his new schooling hadn't prepared him for that reaction. He told me that I betrayed him, (I unprofessionally backed out of a bad business deal), and I DESERVED every threat he made.
Well, I guess that put ME in MY place then didn't it? Just when you get comfortable with something, along comes fate to mix it the hell up.
He told me that he changed. And I'll be honest with you, my initial reaction was to say "Yeah right!" But I've been in a similar position a few years ago...
I was 15, new to the internet, and my mom had suggested I lie about my age, to keep weirdos away. I'm not sure how well it worked given that one guy wanted to meet me in a local park....but I did nonetheless and I met a great guy named Jason.
We dated for a year and 1/2 and he never knew anything different until one day, per the advice of my friends, I felt compelled to tell him. Needless to say "the woman before me" had done some major damage and to this day he'll speak to me through gritted teeth. I wish I could say my major change was that I quit lying, unfortunately that's not true, I still lie sometimes, but for the most part, as my friends now will tell you, I'm brutually honest. But I HAD changed in other ways, I had matured socially, and come a long ways emotionally. But no amount of excuses, or apologies brought him back.
So when my "ex" said he'd changed, for a moment I flashed back to that conversation where I tried to explain I too was different, and whether we were just too different, or he just couldn't forgive me, my life was forever changed. And I decided if I could change then anyone could. He sent me a link of his new terms of living, and I said the only thing I could, "Excellent".
He described our relationship as a "crazy" one, and asked where that left us. I explained that despite my love for him, which would always remain intact in some form or another, that threats he made to me crossed a line which could not be reversed.
Apparently his new schooling hadn't prepared him for that reaction. He told me that I betrayed him, (I unprofessionally backed out of a bad business deal), and I DESERVED every threat he made.
Well, I guess that put ME in MY place then didn't it? Just when you get comfortable with something, along comes fate to mix it the hell up.
Monday, October 22, 2007
The KB Healing Story...
I know you're all dying to know about the crush I have on a guy I've never met, but as promised, I have to reveal the KB's healing power stories.
I went out one night to this country music dance club, and wore the only attire that is appropriate for such an event: Boots. My "friend", a super-hot DJ, named Jay, who's bed I have slept in without so much as making a move on him I might add, was djing that night.
Granted, the boots were nothing like the ones you see in Victoria's Secret. Oh no, that would've totally made what came next to be worthwhile. It was just regular boots. A little bit of math friends: boots + alcohol + running across a dance floor = a broken ankle.
For a second my ankle literally went to a 90 degree angle, but I was too drunk to be feeling all the intense amounts of pain that was coursing through my ankle, although I felt some discomfort.
The next day of course, I was unable to waitress as my ankle was enormous size. Sooner as opposed to later, I had to give into my foot, insurance or not (as was my case), and go to the doctor. My lapsed insurance covered the visit, but they failed to cover the X-ray and I didn't have the money to pay for the Xray plus someone to read it. But they didn't know how much it was going to cost for someone to read it. Um, no thanks.
My doctor had told me she suspected a bone-chip fracture given the painful location, and the only thing they were going to do was air-cast it for 6 weeks. So that's what I did, and I even went to the club, but of course I didn't dance.
The first night KB and I officially got together, we did the bad thing. I slept in his bed that night (a first and last given his conservative parents), and got up the next morning to go to the bathroom. It took me putting my foot down flat, walking to the bathroom, and coming back to realize what had happened.
Josh calls it sexual healing, KB calls it Dr. Looove. So Loretta on the per chance you're reading this, KB is well-endowed, he's a good lay, and he has sexual healing powers. Go for it.
Granted, it didn't last, the swelling came back and I spent my entire 6 weeks in the cast, but for the walk to the bathroom, it was totally worth it.
I went out one night to this country music dance club, and wore the only attire that is appropriate for such an event: Boots. My "friend", a super-hot DJ, named Jay, who's bed I have slept in without so much as making a move on him I might add, was djing that night.
Granted, the boots were nothing like the ones you see in Victoria's Secret. Oh no, that would've totally made what came next to be worthwhile. It was just regular boots. A little bit of math friends: boots + alcohol + running across a dance floor = a broken ankle.
For a second my ankle literally went to a 90 degree angle, but I was too drunk to be feeling all the intense amounts of pain that was coursing through my ankle, although I felt some discomfort.
The next day of course, I was unable to waitress as my ankle was enormous size. Sooner as opposed to later, I had to give into my foot, insurance or not (as was my case), and go to the doctor. My lapsed insurance covered the visit, but they failed to cover the X-ray and I didn't have the money to pay for the Xray plus someone to read it. But they didn't know how much it was going to cost for someone to read it. Um, no thanks.
My doctor had told me she suspected a bone-chip fracture given the painful location, and the only thing they were going to do was air-cast it for 6 weeks. So that's what I did, and I even went to the club, but of course I didn't dance.
The first night KB and I officially got together, we did the bad thing. I slept in his bed that night (a first and last given his conservative parents), and got up the next morning to go to the bathroom. It took me putting my foot down flat, walking to the bathroom, and coming back to realize what had happened.
Josh calls it sexual healing, KB calls it Dr. Looove. So Loretta on the per chance you're reading this, KB is well-endowed, he's a good lay, and he has sexual healing powers. Go for it.
Granted, it didn't last, the swelling came back and I spent my entire 6 weeks in the cast, but for the walk to the bathroom, it was totally worth it.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
All in Jest...
Tonight I'm hanging out listening to the rebroadcast from the Crusin Cripples Radio Show- check out their myspace page at http://www.myspace.com/the_cruisin_cripples. And you can check out their 1st Broadcast (tonight) at: www.blogtalkradio.com/thecruisincripples
Before I get down to the nity gritty of that, let me say thank you to makers of DayQuil. Get back your day medicine? You've got that right. My bed, and the rest of the world I'm sure, thank you. Really could anyone sleep more? A bear in hibernation perhaps?
Here's what I've learned about my friends...
1. They don't answer their phones on a Saturday night...oh i meant from the show. ;)
1. KB mentioned that he didn't like celebrities. If I were to be sworn in under oath I'd have to comment that's a half lie. He has a love-hate relationship with everything. And he REALLY love-hates celebrities with a passion like no other. And he can say i'm lying all he wants, he knows it's true! :)~
2. When they mentioned not calling in on the rebroadcast because you wouldn't reach them, but you may reach someone in India, I swear iced tea almost came through my nose.
3. KB hasn't had coke in a week? People this should be making celebrity headlines. Quick someone make me my own People.com where I'll take embarassing photos and post information about all my friends. Seriously, I don't know how the kid survived a week. Coke is to this kid like masturbating is to most. a necessity. I wonder if he had a fever and was too bedridden to call all the way down the steps and into the kitchen. But you damn bet he tried. (Remind me to tell you about the broken ankle story I keep promising).
4. The Eagles suck; Duh KB, I've been telling you that for 2 years. I have good taste in teams, if nothing else. :)
5. He really did hate McKnabb all this time, I'll vouch for that under oath
6. He has been knocking his own wood for as long as I have known him. And he will make some girl very, very happy someday.
7. If you're going to come back to something, you generally leave the subject and then come back, not give in to the "no pressure" (or the silent pressure), and answer anyway. ;)
Oh I turned a perfectly good blog into making fun of my friends, as I usually do. :)
Go check out their show, and write your own blog about it. Seriously. It's homework.
Before I get down to the nity gritty of that, let me say thank you to makers of DayQuil. Get back your day medicine? You've got that right. My bed, and the rest of the world I'm sure, thank you. Really could anyone sleep more? A bear in hibernation perhaps?
Here's what I've learned about my friends...
1. They don't answer their phones on a Saturday night...oh i meant from the show. ;)
1. KB mentioned that he didn't like celebrities. If I were to be sworn in under oath I'd have to comment that's a half lie. He has a love-hate relationship with everything. And he REALLY love-hates celebrities with a passion like no other. And he can say i'm lying all he wants, he knows it's true! :)~
2. When they mentioned not calling in on the rebroadcast because you wouldn't reach them, but you may reach someone in India, I swear iced tea almost came through my nose.
3. KB hasn't had coke in a week? People this should be making celebrity headlines. Quick someone make me my own People.com where I'll take embarassing photos and post information about all my friends. Seriously, I don't know how the kid survived a week. Coke is to this kid like masturbating is to most. a necessity. I wonder if he had a fever and was too bedridden to call all the way down the steps and into the kitchen. But you damn bet he tried. (Remind me to tell you about the broken ankle story I keep promising).
4. The Eagles suck; Duh KB, I've been telling you that for 2 years. I have good taste in teams, if nothing else. :)
5. He really did hate McKnabb all this time, I'll vouch for that under oath
6. He has been knocking his own wood for as long as I have known him. And he will make some girl very, very happy someday.
7. If you're going to come back to something, you generally leave the subject and then come back, not give in to the "no pressure" (or the silent pressure), and answer anyway. ;)
Oh I turned a perfectly good blog into making fun of my friends, as I usually do. :)
Go check out their show, and write your own blog about it. Seriously. It's homework.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Worse than horrible...
Today I feel worse than horrible (to use Josh's terminology for a minute), I was supposed to go to AC this weekend, on an overnight getaway to do absolutely nothihng positively comped, but "N" has been vomiting like the girl from the exorcist, and I'm less than stellar in my mucousy state.
Thank God for DayQuil. So instead of a relaxing beachside weekend, I plan on:
A. Watching videos (recommendations welcome), I have the last of Prison Break Season 2. Tuck Everlasting (I remember Jonathan Jackson from his GH days), and Wicker Park.
B. Homework, as unfun as it is, I need an A.
C. Torturing my friends with my presence. :)
All suggestions welcome...
Thank God for DayQuil. So instead of a relaxing beachside weekend, I plan on:
A. Watching videos (recommendations welcome), I have the last of Prison Break Season 2. Tuck Everlasting (I remember Jonathan Jackson from his GH days), and Wicker Park.
B. Homework, as unfun as it is, I need an A.
C. Torturing my friends with my presence. :)
All suggestions welcome...
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Wisteria Lane...
This past week on an episode of Desperate Housewives I watched former married couple Gabriel and Carlos get it on. Like more so now than they ever did when they were together. The irony of the situation is that she's a golddigger, and has since married a very powerful man, and he's seeing (in fact got engaged to) the bitch of Wisteria Lane. (I mean c'mon, she bought herself an engagement ring. Who does that?)
They all ended up at one of the neighbor's charades party. It was there that Carlos's engagement to Edie was revealed unintentionally, and Gabby got pissed and began flirting with another man. Carlos smashed a glass in a jealous rage, and the man's wife revealed Gabby's affair with her teenage gardener, consequently while she and Carlos were married. Apparently Gabby's new husband wasn't aware of the affair, and began thinking of ways this could affect his campaign, and his votes etc. As Gabby said, "You saw me flirting with another man and you smashed a glass. Victor heard I had an affair, and he began crunching poll numbers."
But the irony of the whole episode was Carlos and Victor sitting down at the bar in the party and having a drink. Victor asked Carlos how he dealt with such an embarassing situation, and implied that if Gabby ever cheated on him she would end up MIA.
"But no woman is worth going to jail for, right?" asked Carlos.
"With enough money, you can make anyone disappear."
The point of this whole sordid explanation is that Victor believes that if his wife cheats on him it's entirely HER fault. I tend to think differently.
Unfortunately affairs are never one-sided. They are painful, traumatic, and resolvable, but they are never one-sided. Take for example the person that cheats. one article I read said "Men cheat for the thrill of it, women cheat because of lack of emotional connections at home". Essentially what that tells us is that relationships are work. Our partners were attracted to us for a reason in the very begginning. If we lose that, should they still love us?
This isn't to say that having an affair is morally correct, in fact it's avoidance. It's saying I don't care enough about you, or our marriage, or I'm plain out too chicken to address the issue and work it out or leave. I want safety, security, and instant gratification.
So the cheater is wrong because they practice avoidance, and go through with the act. The cheated on is guilty in most cases, and the person that cheats with the cheater is guilty by association!
But we're going to kill the woman. Good plan...
They all ended up at one of the neighbor's charades party. It was there that Carlos's engagement to Edie was revealed unintentionally, and Gabby got pissed and began flirting with another man. Carlos smashed a glass in a jealous rage, and the man's wife revealed Gabby's affair with her teenage gardener, consequently while she and Carlos were married. Apparently Gabby's new husband wasn't aware of the affair, and began thinking of ways this could affect his campaign, and his votes etc. As Gabby said, "You saw me flirting with another man and you smashed a glass. Victor heard I had an affair, and he began crunching poll numbers."
But the irony of the whole episode was Carlos and Victor sitting down at the bar in the party and having a drink. Victor asked Carlos how he dealt with such an embarassing situation, and implied that if Gabby ever cheated on him she would end up MIA.
"But no woman is worth going to jail for, right?" asked Carlos.
"With enough money, you can make anyone disappear."
The point of this whole sordid explanation is that Victor believes that if his wife cheats on him it's entirely HER fault. I tend to think differently.
Unfortunately affairs are never one-sided. They are painful, traumatic, and resolvable, but they are never one-sided. Take for example the person that cheats. one article I read said "Men cheat for the thrill of it, women cheat because of lack of emotional connections at home". Essentially what that tells us is that relationships are work. Our partners were attracted to us for a reason in the very begginning. If we lose that, should they still love us?
This isn't to say that having an affair is morally correct, in fact it's avoidance. It's saying I don't care enough about you, or our marriage, or I'm plain out too chicken to address the issue and work it out or leave. I want safety, security, and instant gratification.
So the cheater is wrong because they practice avoidance, and go through with the act. The cheated on is guilty in most cases, and the person that cheats with the cheater is guilty by association!
But we're going to kill the woman. Good plan...
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
If I know my mother...
Today, I flipped out. It has started out as a seemingly normal day at work, and lo-and-behold, I come for a brief lunch, only to find my mother still awake, a rarity in most cases.
While I was in the kitchen heating my food, she yelled to me "She's BAAACK" referencing Bruce, my stepfather's second wife, and mother to my stepbrother, Robert.
What I thought she meant was that things with Robert were going to get worse. After all, the grass is always greener on the other side.
This is the same woman who pretended to have a gun and robbed a 7-11 twice, drugged her mother to the point where she was a vegetable (she made a full recovery when this was discovered), stole money from Robert while he was down there for the summer etc.
I forget what began the blow up on my end, but she walked into the kitchen and began telling me that Bruce has had the number for the psychologist for over a month, and he hadn't called them.
More than a month ago she issued an ultimatium: She "couldn't live with this kid, and either he sought counseling within the next month, or they were heading to divorce court."
So when she told me that she couldn't live with this kid anymore, and Rena was back in the picture, my reply was simple. "Um didn't we go through this before? You know when you issued the ultimatum in the first place?"
"Yeah"
"Well then it's your fault for not sticking to your guns".
"You're right, it's ALL MY FAULT".
Completely not what I said.
But that wasn't the blow up. She gave me the cold shoulder after that, but I reopened the conversation with asking if things were getting worse.
I told her that I was tired of always hearing about how the kid is so bad, and seeing no action being taken. When she tried to explain to me that Robert always had this woe is me attitude, I replied that it seemed to be a recurrent theme in this family, and he was exactly like his sister. History was just repeating itself as far as I'm concerned.
My mother the drama queen is threatening to go see a lawyer on Monday for a divorce. But that means they both need to find alternative living arrangements, and sell the house.
If I know my mother, she's just being dramatic. But something needs to be done about Robert. I have toddlers that listen better.
While I was in the kitchen heating my food, she yelled to me "She's BAAACK" referencing Bruce, my stepfather's second wife, and mother to my stepbrother, Robert.
What I thought she meant was that things with Robert were going to get worse. After all, the grass is always greener on the other side.
This is the same woman who pretended to have a gun and robbed a 7-11 twice, drugged her mother to the point where she was a vegetable (she made a full recovery when this was discovered), stole money from Robert while he was down there for the summer etc.
I forget what began the blow up on my end, but she walked into the kitchen and began telling me that Bruce has had the number for the psychologist for over a month, and he hadn't called them.
More than a month ago she issued an ultimatium: She "couldn't live with this kid, and either he sought counseling within the next month, or they were heading to divorce court."
So when she told me that she couldn't live with this kid anymore, and Rena was back in the picture, my reply was simple. "Um didn't we go through this before? You know when you issued the ultimatum in the first place?"
"Yeah"
"Well then it's your fault for not sticking to your guns".
"You're right, it's ALL MY FAULT".
Completely not what I said.
But that wasn't the blow up. She gave me the cold shoulder after that, but I reopened the conversation with asking if things were getting worse.
I told her that I was tired of always hearing about how the kid is so bad, and seeing no action being taken. When she tried to explain to me that Robert always had this woe is me attitude, I replied that it seemed to be a recurrent theme in this family, and he was exactly like his sister. History was just repeating itself as far as I'm concerned.
My mother the drama queen is threatening to go see a lawyer on Monday for a divorce. But that means they both need to find alternative living arrangements, and sell the house.
If I know my mother, she's just being dramatic. But something needs to be done about Robert. I have toddlers that listen better.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Coming out of the woodwork...
"N" and I haven't seen each other in three whole weeks, and I'm a bit perturbed. Not at "N" or myself, but rather at my very unforgiving schedule. I go to work (which doesn't feel like work by the way), and I come home only to study. Imagine such a thing....
Anyways, we have made plans to meet up in Atlantic City next weekend. It's nothing as exciting as Prison Break, but it will be a decent break from the realities that are my life.
And as if that's not exciting enough, "N" informed me today that this evening he will making a video for Big Brother. Assuming he doesn't get kicked off, he would win a million dollars, but we'd have no contact for 3 months. You think I'm bad now? Ha.
What could only possibly be funnier is if Josh does indeed make his own tape, and submit it, and they end up in the same house. Yeah, uh Josh knows way to much about me to let that happen, let alone to let him reveal it on National Television.
P.S. On the perchance "N" does get accepted to go on the show, I can't tell you if he made it or not. You know, in case he wins, I don't want you coming out of the woodwork like cockroaches.
Anyways, we have made plans to meet up in Atlantic City next weekend. It's nothing as exciting as Prison Break, but it will be a decent break from the realities that are my life.
And as if that's not exciting enough, "N" informed me today that this evening he will making a video for Big Brother. Assuming he doesn't get kicked off, he would win a million dollars, but we'd have no contact for 3 months. You think I'm bad now? Ha.
What could only possibly be funnier is if Josh does indeed make his own tape, and submit it, and they end up in the same house. Yeah, uh Josh knows way to much about me to let that happen, let alone to let him reveal it on National Television.
P.S. On the perchance "N" does get accepted to go on the show, I can't tell you if he made it or not. You know, in case he wins, I don't want you coming out of the woodwork like cockroaches.
Monday, October 15, 2007
Secretarial Skills
I have one complaint about people, and it's not a nice one. I realize not everyone is cut out to be a secretary, a receptionist, or an administrative assistant, but can you please make sure when you take an fn' message to take the whole message?
We all know that the Whisper Down the Lane game will leave the ending catch-phrase as something totally different than what began. That's not my problem at all. If it was going down the lane, I could totally attribute the wrong message being send to the intended recipient. However, what if someone, say the 2nd person to hear the phrase, whether intentionally or not, left out details of that phrase that completely changed the meaning of the phrase?
Case in point:
A while ago, when KB and I were still among the coupled, I had been hanging out with one of my guy friends. He's usually an awesome guy, loves to shop, and is one of my best "girlfriends". We had gone out drinking together, and having spent many a nights at his house, I didn't want to drive home when I was in no condition to drive. (If you get nothing else out of this story remember kids, don't drink and drive). Long story short, he put the moves on and was rebuffed by my saying "I'm in a relationship, no thank you, or whatever." When he persisted, I threatened to sleep elsewhere, and he quit.
I told one of my best friend's girlfriends in confidence and she went and told my best friend that I had been naked in this guy's bed, while being in a relationship, and while I didn't cheat on KB, I had acted inappropriately. (Not her exact words).
Which would have been true had I indeed been naked. But I wasn't. And I wasn't scantily clad either.
My best friend spoke to me with a cold shoulder because of her misinterpretation. At first I was pissed, this was a major deal and she got my best friend mad at me over something I didn't do! And it wasn't like KB didn't already know the deal. But I thought okay, honest mistake.
Yesterday I got this im from J:
"Are you pregnant? I'm hearing things."
"Lmao. I'm hearing things too."
I texted "N" that "J" just asked if I'm pregnant, and I imed one of my best friends to say:
"Did you hear I'm pregnant? Yeah it was news to me too."
Well when the whole story came out, it turns out that "N" was not being very nice and did a little skit at my expense with his cousin's fiancee.
Apparently he mentioned that I'm pregnant, we've been together for three or four months but I'm only 2 months along, and if it's a boy then I don't want to name it J's name. I thought it was funny. And 99.9% of that information is untrue.
J told me he still "cared about me, or my wellbeing" or something like that to which I told him that I didn't see why...
He asked if I was okay, I replied that I'm fine, I'm not pregnant, it's an inside joke. He said okay. Good. End of conversation.
I ended up babysitting last night for a few hours, and got a voicemail from my best friend saying his girlfriend had gotten my im and he didn't know I was pregnant, but blah blah blah.
I called him back to explain the situation which he didn't find funny, and I explained on SPEAKERPHONE that that's why I said it was news to me too.
So if you're going to take a message, or retell a story, make sure you get the whole thing, or don't tell it at all. After all, can you imagine the fires I'd have to put out with my family? Seriously people. One day, I will be reproducing, but you'll all know. Guaranteed.
We all know that the Whisper Down the Lane game will leave the ending catch-phrase as something totally different than what began. That's not my problem at all. If it was going down the lane, I could totally attribute the wrong message being send to the intended recipient. However, what if someone, say the 2nd person to hear the phrase, whether intentionally or not, left out details of that phrase that completely changed the meaning of the phrase?
Case in point:
A while ago, when KB and I were still among the coupled, I had been hanging out with one of my guy friends. He's usually an awesome guy, loves to shop, and is one of my best "girlfriends". We had gone out drinking together, and having spent many a nights at his house, I didn't want to drive home when I was in no condition to drive. (If you get nothing else out of this story remember kids, don't drink and drive). Long story short, he put the moves on and was rebuffed by my saying "I'm in a relationship, no thank you, or whatever." When he persisted, I threatened to sleep elsewhere, and he quit.
I told one of my best friend's girlfriends in confidence and she went and told my best friend that I had been naked in this guy's bed, while being in a relationship, and while I didn't cheat on KB, I had acted inappropriately. (Not her exact words).
Which would have been true had I indeed been naked. But I wasn't. And I wasn't scantily clad either.
My best friend spoke to me with a cold shoulder because of her misinterpretation. At first I was pissed, this was a major deal and she got my best friend mad at me over something I didn't do! And it wasn't like KB didn't already know the deal. But I thought okay, honest mistake.
Yesterday I got this im from J:
"Are you pregnant? I'm hearing things."
"Lmao. I'm hearing things too."
I texted "N" that "J" just asked if I'm pregnant, and I imed one of my best friends to say:
"Did you hear I'm pregnant? Yeah it was news to me too."
Well when the whole story came out, it turns out that "N" was not being very nice and did a little skit at my expense with his cousin's fiancee.
Apparently he mentioned that I'm pregnant, we've been together for three or four months but I'm only 2 months along, and if it's a boy then I don't want to name it J's name. I thought it was funny. And 99.9% of that information is untrue.
J told me he still "cared about me, or my wellbeing" or something like that to which I told him that I didn't see why...
He asked if I was okay, I replied that I'm fine, I'm not pregnant, it's an inside joke. He said okay. Good. End of conversation.
I ended up babysitting last night for a few hours, and got a voicemail from my best friend saying his girlfriend had gotten my im and he didn't know I was pregnant, but blah blah blah.
I called him back to explain the situation which he didn't find funny, and I explained on SPEAKERPHONE that that's why I said it was news to me too.
So if you're going to take a message, or retell a story, make sure you get the whole thing, or don't tell it at all. After all, can you imagine the fires I'd have to put out with my family? Seriously people. One day, I will be reproducing, but you'll all know. Guaranteed.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Caller I.D. Friend or Foe?
Yesterday "N" called me from the convention he was frequenting, with his cousin, and her fiancee, to let me know that he had spotted "J".
Now the events that transpired have created a sort of sore spot, so I don't really want to go into it. But it did remind me of something that happened a few months ago.
I'm not sure how long ago it was, but I could find out in a moment's notice. I kept the threatening e-mails, and text messages prior to breaking my old phone, just in case a moment ever arose where I needed proof that it happened. You know, for idiot family members who think "I'm lying".
I had picked up my phone with the intent of dialing someone else. I hit speed dial #2, what this person's speed dial used to be, and without even looking at the name I hit send.
But somewhere between hitting the send button, and the first ring, I yanked the phone away from ear, eyes as wide as saucers as I stared in disbelief at the person I was calling....
It was "J"...the very person whom I had just gone through the pain in the ass process of changing my phone number from.
I hit the END button as quickly as possible, hoping that the modern advances known as caller i.d. didn't record my phone number.
I sat there, in Josh's apartment, positively numb from the whole situation, trying to figure out what to do, how I'd know (short of him returning my call) he got my number, what to tell Josh and Katie, I couldn't tell them I accidentally called "J"...the thoughts just went on and on.
I decided that if he called back, I wouldn't answer my phone, which wouldn't be hard because no one gets reception in Josh's apartment anyway. Then I freaked: VOICEMAIL. Not only did it say my name, he also knows my voice.
I decided to log in quick, on the per chance that I'd beat him to my voicemail. For the life of me, I couldn't get reception anywhere in the house, I walked outside, as far as to the street, and still couldn't get reception!
Eventually, I managed to get a few bars, and I logged in to change it, where it remains as my phone number to this day.
When I told KB, the only person i've told to date, he said "Did he call you back?"
"Nope"
"Well then don't worry about it, it probably didn't show up"
How sad is it that my friends know "J" as well, if not better than I do?
Now the events that transpired have created a sort of sore spot, so I don't really want to go into it. But it did remind me of something that happened a few months ago.
I'm not sure how long ago it was, but I could find out in a moment's notice. I kept the threatening e-mails, and text messages prior to breaking my old phone, just in case a moment ever arose where I needed proof that it happened. You know, for idiot family members who think "I'm lying".
I had picked up my phone with the intent of dialing someone else. I hit speed dial #2, what this person's speed dial used to be, and without even looking at the name I hit send.
But somewhere between hitting the send button, and the first ring, I yanked the phone away from ear, eyes as wide as saucers as I stared in disbelief at the person I was calling....
It was "J"...the very person whom I had just gone through the pain in the ass process of changing my phone number from.
I hit the END button as quickly as possible, hoping that the modern advances known as caller i.d. didn't record my phone number.
I sat there, in Josh's apartment, positively numb from the whole situation, trying to figure out what to do, how I'd know (short of him returning my call) he got my number, what to tell Josh and Katie, I couldn't tell them I accidentally called "J"...the thoughts just went on and on.
I decided that if he called back, I wouldn't answer my phone, which wouldn't be hard because no one gets reception in Josh's apartment anyway. Then I freaked: VOICEMAIL. Not only did it say my name, he also knows my voice.
I decided to log in quick, on the per chance that I'd beat him to my voicemail. For the life of me, I couldn't get reception anywhere in the house, I walked outside, as far as to the street, and still couldn't get reception!
Eventually, I managed to get a few bars, and I logged in to change it, where it remains as my phone number to this day.
When I told KB, the only person i've told to date, he said "Did he call you back?"
"Nope"
"Well then don't worry about it, it probably didn't show up"
How sad is it that my friends know "J" as well, if not better than I do?
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Dreams
"Last night I had a crazy dream" the song continues, but my dream last night took on a slightly different aspect.
In my dream I was engaged, very close to being married, and my ex, Dean, was bringing me my wedding band. Why, I'm not sure, since it wasn't him that I was promised to.
I thanked him, and opened the box to find the ring had three small gemstones in the form of some sort of green color. In my head I knew that I wasn't fond of green, nor would I ever want to wear a band with three green gemstones for the rest of my life. We were in some kind of auditorium, and he suggested that I should do him some favors of the...sexual nature. I just looked at him...
Then the dream flips to me being at what is apparently a cabin in the woods, that my mother owns. It's there I meet up with Lori Ann, who is "N"'s cousin, and her fiancee Joe. I tell them to make themselves at home, and we're waiting for "N". The only strange part about that was she didn't look like herself. She had cut her hair to a small bob look, and had become brunette. Very creepy.
Then the dream flips to this beach house, where the girl I'm with grabs the tail of a small alligator and pulls something out of it's back. As if it was stuffed. We walked up the steps, with "N" at my side, and apparently we were in Virginia, and I suggested to him that this would be an ideal place to have the wedding ceremony. The look he gave me didn't suggest that he was sold on the idea.
Next, I'm out back with a woman, potentially my grandmother, and my brother, at a pool. I decided to go for a swim, but in order to get into the water, you have to climb this rope that hangs over the pool, and looks like the rope my mother used to hang her clothes out to dry. Tim, my brother, fastened me in, and was planning on leaving, but I ended up being placed under the water, fearful that i'd be eaten by the alligators.
I was physically under the water, eyes wide as saucers, holding my breath. And i was petrified, screaming under the water, and shaking my head.
He immediately pulled me back up, and I woke up freaking out, gasping for air.
Now today, on Dreammoods.com (thanks KB), I looked up the meaning of the dream and here's what I found:
EX-Boyfriend:
To dream about your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend or that you and your ex got back together again, suggests that something or someone in your current life that is bringing out similar feelings you felt during the relationship with your ex. The dream may be a way of alerting you to the same or similar behavior in a current relationship. What you learn from that previous relationship may need to be applied to the present one so that you do no repeat the same mistake. Alternatively, past lovers often highlight the positive experiences you had with that person. It could also signify aspects of yourself that you have x'd out or neglected.
Ring:
To dream that you receive a ring, denotes that your suspicions and worries over you lover will end. You will come to realize that he is true to his heart and will devote himself to your interest.
But a Wedding Ring...
To see a wedding ring in your dream, represents completeness and eternal love. If you are not married and find a wedding ring, then it may mean that your personal relationship has reached a new level.
Traveling
To dream that you are traveling, represents the path toward your life goals. It also parallels your daily routine and the way you progress. If your travels come to an end, then it symbolizes successful completion of your goals
Alligator
To see an alligator in your dream, symbolizes treachery, deceit, and hidden instincts. It may be a signal for you to take a new perspective on a situation. It may also represent your ability to move between the material world of waking life and the emotional, repressed world of the unconscious. Alternatively, the alligator represents healing powers and qualities.
Swimming
To dream that you are swimming, suggests that you are exploring aspects of your unconscious mind and emotions. The dream may be a sign that you are seeking some sort of emotional support. It is a common dream image for people going through therapy.
To dream that you are swimming underwater, suggests that you are completely submerged in your own feelings. You are forcing yourself to deal with your emotional difficulties.
Drowning
To dream that you are drowning, signifies that you are overwhelmed by emotions or repressed issues that is coming back to haunt you. You may be proceeding too quickly in trying to discover your unconscious thoughts. If you drown to death, your relationship will fail or you will suffer major business losses. If your survive the drowning, then your relationship will be rescued by some intervention. You will rise to a higher position of wealth and honor
Brother
To see your brother in your dream, may symbolize some aspect of your relationship with him. It can also serve to remind you that someone in your waking life has certain characteristics/behavior similar to your brother's
Gems
To see gems in your dream, foretells of a happy fate in love and business.
In my dream I was engaged, very close to being married, and my ex, Dean, was bringing me my wedding band. Why, I'm not sure, since it wasn't him that I was promised to.
I thanked him, and opened the box to find the ring had three small gemstones in the form of some sort of green color. In my head I knew that I wasn't fond of green, nor would I ever want to wear a band with three green gemstones for the rest of my life. We were in some kind of auditorium, and he suggested that I should do him some favors of the...sexual nature. I just looked at him...
Then the dream flips to me being at what is apparently a cabin in the woods, that my mother owns. It's there I meet up with Lori Ann, who is "N"'s cousin, and her fiancee Joe. I tell them to make themselves at home, and we're waiting for "N". The only strange part about that was she didn't look like herself. She had cut her hair to a small bob look, and had become brunette. Very creepy.
Then the dream flips to this beach house, where the girl I'm with grabs the tail of a small alligator and pulls something out of it's back. As if it was stuffed. We walked up the steps, with "N" at my side, and apparently we were in Virginia, and I suggested to him that this would be an ideal place to have the wedding ceremony. The look he gave me didn't suggest that he was sold on the idea.
Next, I'm out back with a woman, potentially my grandmother, and my brother, at a pool. I decided to go for a swim, but in order to get into the water, you have to climb this rope that hangs over the pool, and looks like the rope my mother used to hang her clothes out to dry. Tim, my brother, fastened me in, and was planning on leaving, but I ended up being placed under the water, fearful that i'd be eaten by the alligators.
I was physically under the water, eyes wide as saucers, holding my breath. And i was petrified, screaming under the water, and shaking my head.
He immediately pulled me back up, and I woke up freaking out, gasping for air.
Now today, on Dreammoods.com (thanks KB), I looked up the meaning of the dream and here's what I found:
EX-Boyfriend:
To dream about your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend or that you and your ex got back together again, suggests that something or someone in your current life that is bringing out similar feelings you felt during the relationship with your ex. The dream may be a way of alerting you to the same or similar behavior in a current relationship. What you learn from that previous relationship may need to be applied to the present one so that you do no repeat the same mistake. Alternatively, past lovers often highlight the positive experiences you had with that person. It could also signify aspects of yourself that you have x'd out or neglected.
Ring:
To dream that you receive a ring, denotes that your suspicions and worries over you lover will end. You will come to realize that he is true to his heart and will devote himself to your interest.
But a Wedding Ring...
To see a wedding ring in your dream, represents completeness and eternal love. If you are not married and find a wedding ring, then it may mean that your personal relationship has reached a new level.
Traveling
To dream that you are traveling, represents the path toward your life goals. It also parallels your daily routine and the way you progress. If your travels come to an end, then it symbolizes successful completion of your goals
Alligator
To see an alligator in your dream, symbolizes treachery, deceit, and hidden instincts. It may be a signal for you to take a new perspective on a situation. It may also represent your ability to move between the material world of waking life and the emotional, repressed world of the unconscious. Alternatively, the alligator represents healing powers and qualities.
Swimming
To dream that you are swimming, suggests that you are exploring aspects of your unconscious mind and emotions. The dream may be a sign that you are seeking some sort of emotional support. It is a common dream image for people going through therapy.
To dream that you are swimming underwater, suggests that you are completely submerged in your own feelings. You are forcing yourself to deal with your emotional difficulties.
Drowning
To dream that you are drowning, signifies that you are overwhelmed by emotions or repressed issues that is coming back to haunt you. You may be proceeding too quickly in trying to discover your unconscious thoughts. If you drown to death, your relationship will fail or you will suffer major business losses. If your survive the drowning, then your relationship will be rescued by some intervention. You will rise to a higher position of wealth and honor
Brother
To see your brother in your dream, may symbolize some aspect of your relationship with him. It can also serve to remind you that someone in your waking life has certain characteristics/behavior similar to your brother's
Gems
To see gems in your dream, foretells of a happy fate in love and business.
Friday, October 12, 2007
All I Really Need To Do...
Today at work, I was put into an interesting and compromising position. A lot of the girls that I work with are people I went to high school with. This one particular girl, knows people that I was friends with in high school, but I didn't know her until I got this job.
Anyways, she's great with the kids, and the kids love her. But she has her serious flaws. Like leaving the room a mess for someone else to clean up. And not being firm, and consistent with the kids. Amongst other things that drive me crazy.
Well she decided that today she was going to "give me the lowdown" on my Co-Teacher. She told me that some children would sit in her lap, like they do mine, if I'm sitting down. She claimed that my Co-Teacher allegedly went to the Director, Julie, and told her that this girl was playing favorites. My co-teacher is allegedly always late, and will often leave you in the room alone.
I have learned the hard way in past situations, that while people generally tend to stretch the truth a bit, there is almost always (99.9%) some truth to what they're saying. So I patiently listened, and didn't comment. And I'm secretly filing it in the back of my head.
But later, unaware of the conversation between us, my Co-teacher said to me, "I don't have a problem with anyone as long as they do their job."
Granted this is not just a place I go to earn a paycheck, it's a challenging, rewarding job, but I am making an imprint on these children. And that's what's really important.
So if today reminded me of one thing, it's not to let myself get caught up in the politics that is the workplace- especially with a bunch of women working together- and I need to focus on doing my job, and doing it well.
After all an ostrich with it's head in the sand is still an ostrich.
Anyways, she's great with the kids, and the kids love her. But she has her serious flaws. Like leaving the room a mess for someone else to clean up. And not being firm, and consistent with the kids. Amongst other things that drive me crazy.
Well she decided that today she was going to "give me the lowdown" on my Co-Teacher. She told me that some children would sit in her lap, like they do mine, if I'm sitting down. She claimed that my Co-Teacher allegedly went to the Director, Julie, and told her that this girl was playing favorites. My co-teacher is allegedly always late, and will often leave you in the room alone.
I have learned the hard way in past situations, that while people generally tend to stretch the truth a bit, there is almost always (99.9%) some truth to what they're saying. So I patiently listened, and didn't comment. And I'm secretly filing it in the back of my head.
But later, unaware of the conversation between us, my Co-teacher said to me, "I don't have a problem with anyone as long as they do their job."
Granted this is not just a place I go to earn a paycheck, it's a challenging, rewarding job, but I am making an imprint on these children. And that's what's really important.
So if today reminded me of one thing, it's not to let myself get caught up in the politics that is the workplace- especially with a bunch of women working together- and I need to focus on doing my job, and doing it well.
After all an ostrich with it's head in the sand is still an ostrich.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Haven't Seen the Dentist Lately?
I saw the strangest commercial today. Well you know what I mean, heard it.
It said, "Haven't seen The Dentist lately"?
While I'm normally a dirty-minded individual, my mind instantaneously jumped to the idea of the soft core porn mis-marked as a horror movie.
YOU HAVE MY ATTENTION.
When I turned my head, much to my surprise, they were referencing the real dentist, the kind whom make office calls, and have that god awful metal. If I had an arch nemesis it would be the dentist. And not the movie.
But I guess it works out, you can only watch The Dentist, under the assumption that it's going to bad a really bad horror movie, with your boyfriend's parents in the next room.
And well...I guess I ruined that one for ya. ;)
It said, "Haven't seen The Dentist lately"?
While I'm normally a dirty-minded individual, my mind instantaneously jumped to the idea of the soft core porn mis-marked as a horror movie.
YOU HAVE MY ATTENTION.
When I turned my head, much to my surprise, they were referencing the real dentist, the kind whom make office calls, and have that god awful metal. If I had an arch nemesis it would be the dentist. And not the movie.
But I guess it works out, you can only watch The Dentist, under the assumption that it's going to bad a really bad horror movie, with your boyfriend's parents in the next room.
And well...I guess I ruined that one for ya. ;)
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Gut-Clenching
There are two things in this world that are capable of clenching my stomach in a way unlike any other: Route 55 in New Jersey, and Pearl Jam.
The former led me to know someone better post-mortem, and at his funeral his family welcomed us into their lives even though they didn't know us. I didn't really know the person that died that well, but he impacted my life with his energy, and his spirit none the less. A strong drive drove me to that funeral, with former trainwreck friend being forced to fake a migraine and to call out of work.
One would think it wouldn't be that big of a deal, but in reality, every time I see that Route 55 sign, I am instantaneously transported back to that day, that instance.
The latter reminds me of a person and an event. And it reminds me of the mistakes I made. Someone once said to me in confidence, "You picked the wrong one."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that if I were to hook up with former train wreck friend it would be a train wreck, and I just think [the person that you're chasing] has too many"
I kind of looked at him confused, questioning his sincerity. Was this some sort of test? He later came to realize through direct conversation that I never had a choice, but I would've chosen as I had in the beginning sans choice. The more I got to know of the person I never would've considered the more admiration, respect, and adoration I developed for him. And later I confirmed to him he was right, I had chosen the wrong one. He was a good sport about it though, just saying "Haha I won't hold it against you."
But the song "Last Kiss" by Pearl Jam is particularly gut wrenching, and not because of the lyrics, but because of a karaoke performance in some out of the way town.
And even driving home tonight, despite the gut clenching feeling, I had to sing along...
"Oh where, Oh where can my baby be..."
The former led me to know someone better post-mortem, and at his funeral his family welcomed us into their lives even though they didn't know us. I didn't really know the person that died that well, but he impacted my life with his energy, and his spirit none the less. A strong drive drove me to that funeral, with former trainwreck friend being forced to fake a migraine and to call out of work.
One would think it wouldn't be that big of a deal, but in reality, every time I see that Route 55 sign, I am instantaneously transported back to that day, that instance.
The latter reminds me of a person and an event. And it reminds me of the mistakes I made. Someone once said to me in confidence, "You picked the wrong one."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that if I were to hook up with former train wreck friend it would be a train wreck, and I just think [the person that you're chasing] has too many
I kind of looked at him confused, questioning his sincerity. Was this some sort of test? He later came to realize through direct conversation that I never had a choice, but I would've chosen as I had in the beginning sans choice. The more I got to know of the person I never would've considered the more admiration, respect, and adoration I developed for him. And later I confirmed to him he was right, I had chosen the wrong one. He was a good sport about it though, just saying "Haha I won't hold it against you."
But the song "Last Kiss" by Pearl Jam is particularly gut wrenching, and not because of the lyrics, but because of a karaoke performance in some out of the way town.
And even driving home tonight, despite the gut clenching feeling, I had to sing along...
"Oh where, Oh where can my baby be..."
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
If It Don't Come Easy
I put a good Tanya (Tan YUH not Tonya) Tucker song to good use today:
If it don't come easy
You gotta let go
'Cause if it don't come easy
There's no natural flow
Don't make it hard on your heart
When you might be better off alone
If it don't come easy
You've gotta let it go
Granted, she's referencing a relationship, and right now my relationship is the one consistent, solid thing in my life right now. And I'm thankful for that, BELIEVE ME.
You see kids, I'm a firm believer in signs. Signs in relationships (how many times have we looked back and said, yup they were all there, why didn't I see that?), signs in job interviews (if that many things go wrong then the job definitely wasn't for me), and everything else.
Yesterday my belief in signs led me to put in applications for a 2nd job despite "N"'s concern about my burning the candle at both ends. It appears kids, that long gone are the days of no one wants to work weekends- that's when the money comes in, especially in service (read: cash) jobs. And well, with a school schedule like I've got, I need time to study, and sanity time. They offerred to keep my application on file, which I accepted, but politely declined adding any more days. Perhaps another venture will be more successful, or everything will just work itself out as it should.
Today my belief in signs led me as far as the Sanatoga Exit of 422, before I exited, realizing I had forgotten to do a very important lab write up. Working late, and a bad memory contributed to all of this. I felt bad though so I went as far as to get back on the expressway and continue on to school, only to end up in the wrong lane with no where to turn around.
And to think, I used to think apprehension was my conscience's way of contributing to a situation. Ha. If it don't come easy, you've gotta let it go.
If it don't come easy
You gotta let go
'Cause if it don't come easy
There's no natural flow
Don't make it hard on your heart
When you might be better off alone
If it don't come easy
You've gotta let it go
Granted, she's referencing a relationship, and right now my relationship is the one consistent, solid thing in my life right now. And I'm thankful for that, BELIEVE ME.
You see kids, I'm a firm believer in signs. Signs in relationships (how many times have we looked back and said, yup they were all there, why didn't I see that?), signs in job interviews (if that many things go wrong then the job definitely wasn't for me), and everything else.
Yesterday my belief in signs led me to put in applications for a 2nd job despite "N"'s concern about my burning the candle at both ends. It appears kids, that long gone are the days of no one wants to work weekends- that's when the money comes in, especially in service (read: cash) jobs. And well, with a school schedule like I've got, I need time to study, and sanity time. They offerred to keep my application on file, which I accepted, but politely declined adding any more days. Perhaps another venture will be more successful, or everything will just work itself out as it should.
Today my belief in signs led me as far as the Sanatoga Exit of 422, before I exited, realizing I had forgotten to do a very important lab write up. Working late, and a bad memory contributed to all of this. I felt bad though so I went as far as to get back on the expressway and continue on to school, only to end up in the wrong lane with no where to turn around.
And to think, I used to think apprehension was my conscience's way of contributing to a situation. Ha. If it don't come easy, you've gotta let it go.
Monday, October 8, 2007
Late Arrival
Apparently despite my many "accomplishments" and "positive attributes" or "skills" reading is not among them.
Much to my dismay this morning at 8:15 my phone went off the hook. I checked the number only to find it was the director, aka my boss, at work. She asked if I was planning on coming to the seminar this morning.
"Yes," I replied sleepily.
When I was met with silence, I decided to inquire further, "It begins at 9, right?"
"No, it began at 8."
I apologized profusely, to which Julie had no problem and told me to get there as soon as possible.
Since the center is literally located 3 blocks, or 2 minutes from my house, even with grabbing breakfast to go, and makeup, including drive time allowed me to arrive in 15 minutes.
Sometimes one just has to thank God for the small things in life.
Much to my dismay this morning at 8:15 my phone went off the hook. I checked the number only to find it was the director, aka my boss, at work. She asked if I was planning on coming to the seminar this morning.
"Yes," I replied sleepily.
When I was met with silence, I decided to inquire further, "It begins at 9, right?"
"No, it began at 8."
I apologized profusely, to which Julie had no problem and told me to get there as soon as possible.
Since the center is literally located 3 blocks, or 2 minutes from my house, even with grabbing breakfast to go, and makeup, including drive time allowed me to arrive in 15 minutes.
Sometimes one just has to thank God for the small things in life.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Doer
When I was a kid, we would always hang out with -bear with me here folks- my mom's ex-husband's sister's kids.
On one particular instance we were all about to get in my grandparents pool, when my cousin "D" turned to me and informed me that my brother had called her a whore. I didn't hear him say it, and without thinking, I turned and yelled to my mother on the porch, "Mom! Tim called "D" a whore!"
The next thing I remember he was crying, and running, I can still hear the screams, as she was chasing him and smacking him. Later he was forced to sit with soap in his mouth, which might have all been well deserved had he actually called her a whore.
I've carried a lot of guilt around, and still do, that I didn't stop long enough to think, and investigate. Tim remembers that day, and says he places no blame on me, but yet somehow I was supposed to protect him, and I failed him that day.
These days, I am still not the type to think about consequences before rushing into something. I've always equated myself to the proverbial bull that runs into the china shop and stops midway through his rant to think about what he's doing. I simply believe that I can't possibly accurately predict the intricate twists and turns that life will throw at me, and therefore I can be a doer or a dreamer. And you know what? Everytime I choose to be a doer.
On one particular instance we were all about to get in my grandparents pool, when my cousin "D" turned to me and informed me that my brother had called her a whore. I didn't hear him say it, and without thinking, I turned and yelled to my mother on the porch, "Mom! Tim called "D" a whore!"
The next thing I remember he was crying, and running, I can still hear the screams, as she was chasing him and smacking him. Later he was forced to sit with soap in his mouth, which might have all been well deserved had he actually called her a whore.
I've carried a lot of guilt around, and still do, that I didn't stop long enough to think, and investigate. Tim remembers that day, and says he places no blame on me, but yet somehow I was supposed to protect him, and I failed him that day.
These days, I am still not the type to think about consequences before rushing into something. I've always equated myself to the proverbial bull that runs into the china shop and stops midway through his rant to think about what he's doing. I simply believe that I can't possibly accurately predict the intricate twists and turns that life will throw at me, and therefore I can be a doer or a dreamer. And you know what? Everytime I choose to be a doer.
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Magic
Last night I had a dream that I was meeting Josh and Katie at the entrance of some amusement park.
Much to my dismay, I forgot to hit an ATM machine prior to going, and the ticket window didn't appear to have any ATM/Debit/Credit Capabilities, nor did it appear like it would offer much of a shelter in the rain. So, I wasn't too surprised when the woman told me, "Cash Only", which I never carry in real life, by the way.
I asked Josh if he could cover it, and I would pay him pack in some other way- be it in the form of souveniers, or what have yous.
He gave a horrible look to Katie, and forked over the money quite reluctantly.
To immediately make up for my faux pas, I took my car and drove straight to some sort of souvenier shop. Inside I found a wire wrack of t-shirts with none other than Hulk Hogan which made me think of "N".
For some reason, in my dream, I was conscious of my decision, and things ended up not working out anyhow....
I didn't have long to think about it as a CD I apparently used to listen to when I had a huge fight with someone whom betrayed me. The betrayal occurring was made clear, but the cause of the betrayal wasn't.
In a span of 30 seconds I was running into the girl whom the song reminded me of, and giving her a piece of my mind, only to pile in the car with that girl, other friends, and Josh and Katie.
The strangest part was when I was backing out of the parking space, I hit the car to my right side, and kept going! After hoping no one noticed, I woke up.
So if anyone is an expert dream interpreter...by all means...work your magic.
Much to my dismay, I forgot to hit an ATM machine prior to going, and the ticket window didn't appear to have any ATM/Debit/Credit Capabilities, nor did it appear like it would offer much of a shelter in the rain. So, I wasn't too surprised when the woman told me, "Cash Only", which I never carry in real life, by the way.
I asked Josh if he could cover it, and I would pay him pack in some other way- be it in the form of souveniers, or what have yous.
He gave a horrible look to Katie, and forked over the money quite reluctantly.
To immediately make up for my faux pas, I took my car and drove straight to some sort of souvenier shop. Inside I found a wire wrack of t-shirts with none other than Hulk Hogan which made me think of "N".
For some reason, in my dream, I was conscious of my decision, and things ended up not working out anyhow....
I didn't have long to think about it as a CD I apparently used to listen to when I had a huge fight with someone whom betrayed me. The betrayal occurring was made clear, but the cause of the betrayal wasn't.
In a span of 30 seconds I was running into the girl whom the song reminded me of, and giving her a piece of my mind, only to pile in the car with that girl, other friends, and Josh and Katie.
The strangest part was when I was backing out of the parking space, I hit the car to my right side, and kept going! After hoping no one noticed, I woke up.
So if anyone is an expert dream interpreter...by all means...work your magic.
Friday, October 5, 2007
Guess You Had to Be There
All this talking of toothless wonders reminded me of a story long ago when the train-wreck friend and I were actually...friends.
She had met this guy online, he had kids, no big deal. They had talked on the phone, and were always in constant contact with one another.
The only weird thing was that he didn't smile in any of the photographs, which we didn't find odd until we got there.
I told her under no circumstances was she supposed to go alone to meet this guy.
We made arrangements to meet at a local diner, and as soon as we stepped out of the car, he gave a great big grin which revealed his lack of teeth.
Now if we were say...80 this wouldn't be a problem.....and so we spent the entire night talking about other guys hoping he'd get the hint, only he didn't.
I guess you had to be there...
She had met this guy online, he had kids, no big deal. They had talked on the phone, and were always in constant contact with one another.
The only weird thing was that he didn't smile in any of the photographs, which we didn't find odd until we got there.
I told her under no circumstances was she supposed to go alone to meet this guy.
We made arrangements to meet at a local diner, and as soon as we stepped out of the car, he gave a great big grin which revealed his lack of teeth.
Now if we were say...80 this wouldn't be a problem.....and so we spent the entire night talking about other guys hoping he'd get the hint, only he didn't.
I guess you had to be there...
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Fairy Tale Ending...
I started a new job as a Toddler Teacher on Wednesday, and it has already produced some interesting stories!
Apparently someone my director, Julie, was supposed to meet with, sent her fiancee to meet with Julie.
When a man, with literally no teeth, appeared on the doorstep of the center we all more than a little alarmed.
"I'm here to see Julie," he said
"What is your business," she asked?
"I'm here to see Julie!" he yelled
"That's me, but who are you?"
We all wish the toothless wonder and his blushing bride to be, a very happy fairytale ending!
Apparently someone my director, Julie, was supposed to meet with, sent her fiancee to meet with Julie.
When a man, with literally no teeth, appeared on the doorstep of the center we all more than a little alarmed.
"I'm here to see Julie," he said
"What is your business," she asked?
"I'm here to see Julie!" he yelled
"That's me, but who are you?"
We all wish the toothless wonder and his blushing bride to be, a very happy fairytale ending!
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Love-Hate Relationship
Today was my first official day of re-entry into the workforce. Let me tell you that I had no idea how bone dead tired I would be.
And the best part is I still have a shit load of work to do my undergrad classes. My future raise depends on it.
So as much as I'd like to eat very little, and head to bed, I'm going to tough it out with the kind of strength Wonder Woman doesn't even know about.
Don't get me wrong, they're GREAT kids! They all have adjusted to center life, and enjoy it immensely. The teachers are the ones who are exhausted!
Thank God for my co-teacher, Stephanie.
All I can say kiddies is be careful what you choose as your future career, it could be a very real love-hate relationship!
And the best part is I still have a shit load of work to do my undergrad classes. My future raise depends on it.
So as much as I'd like to eat very little, and head to bed, I'm going to tough it out with the kind of strength Wonder Woman doesn't even know about.
Don't get me wrong, they're GREAT kids! They all have adjusted to center life, and enjoy it immensely. The teachers are the ones who are exhausted!
Thank God for my co-teacher, Stephanie.
All I can say kiddies is be careful what you choose as your future career, it could be a very real love-hate relationship!
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Fingers Crossed
Right now I am impatiently sitting on the knowledge that a job I applied to would like to offer me the position, but for reasons unbeknownst to me, they haven't yet.
Not to be outdone, and very similar to waiting for a guy to call you, I am now on my second week of umemployment, only I'm not being compensated.
I have applied to a few other places, driving even as far as City Line Ave to determine 2 things: a) City Line Ave is too far a drive for work in non-traffic, and b) the restaurant was gone.
Having only put in applications yesterday, and obtaining some today hasn't yielded many results as of yet. But my fingers are still crossed!
Not to be outdone, and very similar to waiting for a guy to call you, I am now on my second week of umemployment, only I'm not being compensated.
I have applied to a few other places, driving even as far as City Line Ave to determine 2 things: a) City Line Ave is too far a drive for work in non-traffic, and b) the restaurant was gone.
Having only put in applications yesterday, and obtaining some today hasn't yielded many results as of yet. But my fingers are still crossed!
Monday, October 1, 2007
Pulling Through
I am probably the only person in the world who secures three interviews, and returns to each at least once.
Prior to today's time mix-up (I wrote down 1 p.m., she wrote down 9 a.m.), I was fully convinced that all three jobs were interested in me.
The first place was a busy emergency veterinary center in Malvern. Malvern is more of an upscale town, and so it caters to a more elite group of people. But, depending where your veterinarian is located, will also depend where they send you in the event of the emergency. They had a small room where two people would be assigned to answer phones for part of a day. No bigger than an airplane bathroom, I can't imagine not developing a severe boredom, if not claustrophobia during my stays there.
Their second station looked like a narrow hallway with countertops on both sides, files everywhere, and two computer stations. Their attempts to keep uniform records confused me instantly and I have spent years in the veterinary field.
The third station was literally the forefront of the practice with half being devoted to emergencies, and the other half being devoted to the dermatologist, the endocrinologist etc. It was this "specialist" side I would be assigned to, on a part-time basis.
People swarmed everywhere like worker bees, attempting not to fall over one another in attempts to get all their work done is a quick, and orderly fashion. Seniority ruled here, and it would entail holidays and weekends. None, of which is conducive to having a family, or a relationship.
The second place I interviewed was considerably closer to my house, another emergency veterinary center. They had cubicles set up in the rear of their hospital to answer phones, and a front desk that is wider than some bars I've worked with. There were four stations of computers and telephones set up. Only one person manned the front desk with check-ins, check-outs etc.
The third and final place I had interviewed (three times!!) was a daycare/early education school. They're not paying as much as the other two places, but once I was put into the toddler room, I knew this was where I was meant to be. There was one child, Jacob, I think was his name who immediately took to me. He wanted to play, he wanted held, and he wanted to be close to me. It still tugs at my heart strings thinking about him.
When I last spoke to them they were running my background check, and checking my references. All will check out without so much as a glitch.
What's stranger is when I went to walk into class, one of my fellow classmates who told me to come in, said "Congratulations I heard you got the job"
"No I didn't," I said...
So apparently good things are coming my way. My sense of entitlement says it's about damn time, but my sense of all things good just thanks God for pulling through.
Prior to today's time mix-up (I wrote down 1 p.m., she wrote down 9 a.m.), I was fully convinced that all three jobs were interested in me.
The first place was a busy emergency veterinary center in Malvern. Malvern is more of an upscale town, and so it caters to a more elite group of people. But, depending where your veterinarian is located, will also depend where they send you in the event of the emergency. They had a small room where two people would be assigned to answer phones for part of a day. No bigger than an airplane bathroom, I can't imagine not developing a severe boredom, if not claustrophobia during my stays there.
Their second station looked like a narrow hallway with countertops on both sides, files everywhere, and two computer stations. Their attempts to keep uniform records confused me instantly and I have spent years in the veterinary field.
The third station was literally the forefront of the practice with half being devoted to emergencies, and the other half being devoted to the dermatologist, the endocrinologist etc. It was this "specialist" side I would be assigned to, on a part-time basis.
People swarmed everywhere like worker bees, attempting not to fall over one another in attempts to get all their work done is a quick, and orderly fashion. Seniority ruled here, and it would entail holidays and weekends. None, of which is conducive to having a family, or a relationship.
The second place I interviewed was considerably closer to my house, another emergency veterinary center. They had cubicles set up in the rear of their hospital to answer phones, and a front desk that is wider than some bars I've worked with. There were four stations of computers and telephones set up. Only one person manned the front desk with check-ins, check-outs etc.
The third and final place I had interviewed (three times!!) was a daycare/early education school. They're not paying as much as the other two places, but once I was put into the toddler room, I knew this was where I was meant to be. There was one child, Jacob, I think was his name who immediately took to me. He wanted to play, he wanted held, and he wanted to be close to me. It still tugs at my heart strings thinking about him.
When I last spoke to them they were running my background check, and checking my references. All will check out without so much as a glitch.
What's stranger is when I went to walk into class, one of my fellow classmates who told me to come in, said "Congratulations I heard you got the job"
"No I didn't," I said...
So apparently good things are coming my way. My sense of entitlement says it's about damn time, but my sense of all things good just thanks God for pulling through.
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