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Friday, May 26
Thursday, May 25
All About I
From Nanette:
I am: a friend; a daughter; an anal neat freak; a sister; an optimist; a hopeless romantic; clumsy.
I said: some really candid things on the phone last night to my mother, shocking her and myself!
I want: to have guidance; comfort; peace of mind; a skirt I saw in an Ethan Allen's commercial.
I wish: that everyone could see the fun in life like I; someone would watch movies with me.
I strongly dislike: selfish people; Halle Berry; the sight of oysters & people eating them; unanswered emails
I miss: Sex and the City; Mexico; the good ole care-free days of not having a job, bills, or rent.
I fear: sudden deaths; failure; infertility; bugs.
I hear: telephones ringing
I wonder: what my future will be like; what I should wear tomorrow; if I'll have a job next week; about possible vactions.
I regret: nothing.
I am not: selfish; pessimistic; logical; tall; boring; materialistic; as smart as I wish I could be.
I dance: everyday.
I sing: all the time; even when I don't know the words; too loud.
I cry: at least twice a month.
I am not always: right.
I made: cupcakes; dinner; love (once); great friends.
I write: to keep a record of my life and thoughts; to keep up with friends.
I confuse: calendars; time; names of people I just met; word meanings.
I need: to take clothes to the dry cleaner; triple check my work; that skirt in the Ethan Allen commercial; simple black heels; a vacation from it all; a cupcake (still); someone to just be there.
I should: start running again; eating better; ask more questions; tell people when they upset me; stop forgetting and start forgiving.
I start: drafts of emails and blog posts that I don't send
I finish: reading books longer than the average reader would.
I tag: you.
I am: a friend; a daughter; an anal neat freak; a sister; an optimist; a hopeless romantic; clumsy.
I said: some really candid things on the phone last night to my mother, shocking her and myself!
I want: to have guidance; comfort; peace of mind; a skirt I saw in an Ethan Allen's commercial.
I wish: that everyone could see the fun in life like I; someone would watch movies with me.
I strongly dislike: selfish people; Halle Berry; the sight of oysters & people eating them; unanswered emails
I miss: Sex and the City; Mexico; the good ole care-free days of not having a job, bills, or rent.
I fear: sudden deaths; failure; infertility; bugs.
I hear: telephones ringing
I wonder: what my future will be like; what I should wear tomorrow; if I'll have a job next week; about possible vactions.
I regret: nothing.
I am not: selfish; pessimistic; logical; tall; boring; materialistic; as smart as I wish I could be.
I dance: everyday.
I sing: all the time; even when I don't know the words; too loud.
I cry: at least twice a month.
I am not always: right.
I made: cupcakes; dinner; love (once); great friends.
I write: to keep a record of my life and thoughts; to keep up with friends.
I confuse: calendars; time; names of people I just met; word meanings.
I need: to take clothes to the dry cleaner; triple check my work; that skirt in the Ethan Allen commercial; simple black heels; a vacation from it all; a cupcake (still); someone to just be there.
I should: start running again; eating better; ask more questions; tell people when they upset me; stop forgetting and start forgiving.
I start: drafts of emails and blog posts that I don't send
I finish: reading books longer than the average reader would.
I tag: you.
Wednesday, May 24
DING! You Are Now Free to Move About the Country...
Chicago, Florida, Mexico?
I just need to get away. ASAP.
Maybe not so urgent, but I just want to book a ticket, NOW. Are you like me and feel a sense of vacation-did something for yourself vibe once you buy a ticket? It’s a great rush, try it.
Looks like if I want to go; I may be going to Chicago alone. Uhm…yeah due to friend’s lack of responses, interests, or funds. What do you do when you want to get away but no one can go with you? Do you book it alone?
There’s a free condo waiting for me in Florida, but the dates are not working out and it is Florida. Not my number one choice in travel. Been there done that way too much when I was growing up. Each summer between the ages of 12 and 15; my brother and I were sent down there to spend our vacations with extended family. You can say I’ve had my fill. More or less.
Y Mexico. Oh where do I start with that one? I passed on the second trip with the girls, but you so know I’ve still been emailing the Italian. And it’s gotten dirty. Embarrassingly so. Of course there have been too many to count invites for me to visit.
But as I have mentioned before, I’ll feel obligated to put out because there are promises of paid ticket, place to stay, and Golightly por favor leave your wallet at home.
Point is I want to get away. Anywhere not in Texas. Seriously as much as I love it, San Antonio doesn’t count.
I need to be on a plane for at least 2 hours. I need to be in a hotel or resort, not someone’s house. I need to be lost in streets unknown to me. I want to discover restaurants, boutiques, and local flavor. I want to get away and do things you can only do in said place.
I just need to get away. ASAP.
Maybe not so urgent, but I just want to book a ticket, NOW. Are you like me and feel a sense of vacation-did something for yourself vibe once you buy a ticket? It’s a great rush, try it.
Looks like if I want to go; I may be going to Chicago alone. Uhm…yeah due to friend’s lack of responses, interests, or funds. What do you do when you want to get away but no one can go with you? Do you book it alone?
There’s a free condo waiting for me in Florida, but the dates are not working out and it is Florida. Not my number one choice in travel. Been there done that way too much when I was growing up. Each summer between the ages of 12 and 15; my brother and I were sent down there to spend our vacations with extended family. You can say I’ve had my fill. More or less.
Y Mexico. Oh where do I start with that one? I passed on the second trip with the girls, but you so know I’ve still been emailing the Italian. And it’s gotten dirty. Embarrassingly so. Of course there have been too many to count invites for me to visit.
But as I have mentioned before, I’ll feel obligated to put out because there are promises of paid ticket, place to stay, and Golightly por favor leave your wallet at home.
Point is I want to get away. Anywhere not in Texas. Seriously as much as I love it, San Antonio doesn’t count.
I need to be on a plane for at least 2 hours. I need to be in a hotel or resort, not someone’s house. I need to be lost in streets unknown to me. I want to discover restaurants, boutiques, and local flavor. I want to get away and do things you can only do in said place.
Q & No A's
I’m sick of wating around for other people. Seems lately that everything in my life (work and social) depends on another person’s response or actions. I need to put an end to this.
I’m tired of waiting for the email replies; the ‘do you or don’t you’ answers; availablity answers; but mostly just an answer. Yes, no, maybe.
The answer to questions that will affect future plans and dates. Answers so I can do the rest of my job. Answers to emails that end in question marks.
New Rule: If you see a question mark, you need to answer.
Crap at this point, I'll take an impersonal one word answer, such as 'No', end of email.
HELLO—don’t they know that they need to answer so we can get a move on? I’m just sick of it.
Sick. Of. It.
Today I'm on a new plan. I’ll just take the initiative and plan my life and my job duties, if you can join me, great…if not, don’t say I didn’t ask you.
Seriously, I am sick of waiting. Waiting to live, waiting to breathe, waiting to book a flight, waiting to publish releases, waiting for edits, waiting for answers, waiting on other people so I can live my life.
I’m tired of waiting for the email replies; the ‘do you or don’t you’ answers; availablity answers; but mostly just an answer. Yes, no, maybe.
The answer to questions that will affect future plans and dates. Answers so I can do the rest of my job. Answers to emails that end in question marks.
New Rule: If you see a question mark, you need to answer.
Crap at this point, I'll take an impersonal one word answer, such as 'No', end of email.
HELLO—don’t they know that they need to answer so we can get a move on? I’m just sick of it.
Sick. Of. It.
Today I'm on a new plan. I’ll just take the initiative and plan my life and my job duties, if you can join me, great…if not, don’t say I didn’t ask you.
Seriously, I am sick of waiting. Waiting to live, waiting to breathe, waiting to book a flight, waiting to publish releases, waiting for edits, waiting for answers, waiting on other people so I can live my life.
Tuesday, May 23
Manic Tuesday
I have two bosses. I like them both. One more than the other: one is laid back; the other is a jump down your throat if you forgot to dot an ‘I’. Therein may lay my problem.
That same boss took action my 3rd week at the new place and stated that I don't take initiative and am not very assertive; she complained about a mistake I made my 5th day here (UH HUH).
She also noted where I was doing a great job. Whatev. Since that day, I have been more assertive than you'd like to know.
Mistakes? Yes, a few here and there, but more your normal typical learning curve mistakes. Any biggies--not that I knew of. (oh I did misread the calendar for a meeting; but I wasn't required to attend, so she brushed it off and joked about it with me. I cannot read calendars--that's another post)
Today, this morning, first email I open up after I skipped in all happy to work in a new skirt was from Her.
She copied my other boss. She also copied a Very. High up. Person.
In her email she is addressing me and she tells me first sentence, that I am unacceptable. WHOA...at this point tears are already welled up in my eyes.
It continues how I sent said Higher Up the wrong document. Then she concludes her email with how we need to re-evaluate my position if my lack of paying attention to detail continues. WHOA. I'm full on tears, now. From that I take as a threat, who wouldn't?
But let's get the real facts here: I didn't send Mr. Higher Up any said document. It was a different department that sent to me and I forwarded to someone else, to edit, and that person sent to Higher Up. I'm to blame because I am the first in the email chains of who sent what to whom.
Are you still with me here?
But all that is moot. I am upset because She would have known that if She came to me first before writing off her email threatening to fire me. And can we also address how she points out that I may be repeatedly missing details in my job duties. If that is the case, can you tell me so I can correct it? WTF? And it's only Tuesday, month 2 at the new job.
That same boss took action my 3rd week at the new place and stated that I don't take initiative and am not very assertive; she complained about a mistake I made my 5th day here (UH HUH).
She also noted where I was doing a great job. Whatev. Since that day, I have been more assertive than you'd like to know.
Mistakes? Yes, a few here and there, but more your normal typical learning curve mistakes. Any biggies--not that I knew of. (oh I did misread the calendar for a meeting; but I wasn't required to attend, so she brushed it off and joked about it with me. I cannot read calendars--that's another post)
Today, this morning, first email I open up after I skipped in all happy to work in a new skirt was from Her.
She copied my other boss. She also copied a Very. High up. Person.
In her email she is addressing me and she tells me first sentence, that I am unacceptable. WHOA...at this point tears are already welled up in my eyes.
It continues how I sent said Higher Up the wrong document. Then she concludes her email with how we need to re-evaluate my position if my lack of paying attention to detail continues. WHOA. I'm full on tears, now. From that I take as a threat, who wouldn't?
But let's get the real facts here: I didn't send Mr. Higher Up any said document. It was a different department that sent to me and I forwarded to someone else, to edit, and that person sent to Higher Up. I'm to blame because I am the first in the email chains of who sent what to whom.
Are you still with me here?
But all that is moot. I am upset because She would have known that if She came to me first before writing off her email threatening to fire me. And can we also address how she points out that I may be repeatedly missing details in my job duties. If that is the case, can you tell me so I can correct it? WTF? And it's only Tuesday, month 2 at the new job.
Wednesday, May 17
Random-ness
1) What's your favorite color?
Red
2) Why do you do what you do? Why are you working on what you want to become?
I do what I do because I seriously fell in love with PR while at college. I know, weird-o. It had nothing to do with the classes (because I was pre-law at the time it happened) or the professors; but all blame is for an article I read about Rachel Ashe--who was, then the PR Director for GAP. I just fell in love with the way she described her job and boom! Switched majors just like that. To this day, PR facinates me to no end.
3) What do you want me to go away knowing about you?
I'm not as shallow as I may sound. Reading back on past posts, I always question it, thinking 'gosh bless, I'm one shallow woman'!. But seriously, I am laid back and un-materialistic, I swear!!
4) What is your biggest fear?
Never accomplishing all that I want to accomplish before dying. And, yeah, death.
5) Do you always tell the truth no matter what the cost?
Uhm, yeah I have told the occassional lie to protect the other person. I don't think that should count. Should it?
Tagging: You want to do it? Do it.
Red
2) Why do you do what you do? Why are you working on what you want to become?
I do what I do because I seriously fell in love with PR while at college. I know, weird-o. It had nothing to do with the classes (because I was pre-law at the time it happened) or the professors; but all blame is for an article I read about Rachel Ashe--who was, then the PR Director for GAP. I just fell in love with the way she described her job and boom! Switched majors just like that. To this day, PR facinates me to no end.
3) What do you want me to go away knowing about you?
I'm not as shallow as I may sound. Reading back on past posts, I always question it, thinking 'gosh bless, I'm one shallow woman'!. But seriously, I am laid back and un-materialistic, I swear!!
4) What is your biggest fear?
Never accomplishing all that I want to accomplish before dying. And, yeah, death.
5) Do you always tell the truth no matter what the cost?
Uhm, yeah I have told the occassional lie to protect the other person. I don't think that should count. Should it?
Tagging: You want to do it? Do it.
Tuesday, May 16
Swag
I don't know how I do it, I just do. I always end up with a bunch of free stuff. Mostly because I just ask for it.
From my mom (which may not count because I think she still thinks of me as a poor college kid just because I don't live with her. I think her free swag will keep coming to me until I am married.) I received 3 new shirts, a pair of shoes, some make-up, plenty of meals while in Phoenix, and a CD. That was stuff she gave me.
We all know I am a klepto when it comes to visiting her; so naturally I took some stuff (all that I needed): A shower cap--not that big of a deal, each time I am in Phoenix I take one from her, she has tons. No joke, I think she stocks up from Costco because she has a huge box of them under her bathroom sink. It's even funnier in the fact that she doesn't use shower caps. She keeps them on hand for guests. I was a guest, so I used one and took an unused one. Next, I took some pens. Drug Reps see her all the time and my mother has an unbelievable stash of pens--all marked Nexium, Narposen, and Viagra. (my mom even has a funny clock that says: "Is it time to talk about Viagra?" In her clinic) here’s the biggie: I took La Mer cream.
Have you heard of La Mer? It's about $100 for the smallest jar ever. My mom has the HUGE jar--which we will get to in a minute. And she had 3 or 4 small jars just lying around. I'm sure if I asked, she'd give one to me, but it felt better to just take.
Now let’s talk La Mer. The only person in the world that has the big jar (that I know of) is J. Lo. And my mom is the last person on earth I would think even knows what La Mer is, so when I saw the HUGE jar, my jaw dropped and I told her; "What are you Jennifer Lopez?!? Where'd you get this?"
And like the Diva, my mom is (now); she replied (no joke):
"I was at the shops and my personal shopper suggested it and so I bought it. It's better than body butter"
Her personal shopper?
"Golytlee I have no time to eat, watch TV, or go on vacation, when would I shop? I needed one."
Oh then that explains it. You so know I went through her closet, quickly. YES--my mom has some serious designer duds in there…I'm talking Cavalli, Marc Jacobs, etc. It was like an Elle fashion spread!!
I'm just shocked. So shocked the La Mer came back with me and yes, it is the best thing ever. Better than butter.
Other swag came from one of Daniel's friends. I have a way of asking men for the shirts off their backs. When I see something I like I go for it. I asked, he took his shirt off and gave to me.
Daniel also gave me his Paula Abdul "Spellbound" CD. Holla! Each time I am in his car that is the only CD I want to listen to and last Thursday we dedicated a song to Bev--even though I think it was the wrong song…sorry Bev; but the thought and enthusiasm was still there.
Then while indulging in Chili's all day happy hour, yesterday, I coveted someone else's drink; it looked like fun and all I said was 'wish I had that one' and the girl gave it to me. I could've ordered it; but I think the 4 empty margarita glasses on my table would have told the bartender otherwise.
I love free stuff!
From my mom (which may not count because I think she still thinks of me as a poor college kid just because I don't live with her. I think her free swag will keep coming to me until I am married.) I received 3 new shirts, a pair of shoes, some make-up, plenty of meals while in Phoenix, and a CD. That was stuff she gave me.
We all know I am a klepto when it comes to visiting her; so naturally I took some stuff (all that I needed): A shower cap--not that big of a deal, each time I am in Phoenix I take one from her, she has tons. No joke, I think she stocks up from Costco because she has a huge box of them under her bathroom sink. It's even funnier in the fact that she doesn't use shower caps. She keeps them on hand for guests. I was a guest, so I used one and took an unused one. Next, I took some pens. Drug Reps see her all the time and my mother has an unbelievable stash of pens--all marked Nexium, Narposen, and Viagra. (my mom even has a funny clock that says: "Is it time to talk about Viagra?" In her clinic) here’s the biggie: I took La Mer cream.
Have you heard of La Mer? It's about $100 for the smallest jar ever. My mom has the HUGE jar--which we will get to in a minute. And she had 3 or 4 small jars just lying around. I'm sure if I asked, she'd give one to me, but it felt better to just take.
Now let’s talk La Mer. The only person in the world that has the big jar (that I know of) is J. Lo. And my mom is the last person on earth I would think even knows what La Mer is, so when I saw the HUGE jar, my jaw dropped and I told her; "What are you Jennifer Lopez?!? Where'd you get this?"
And like the Diva, my mom is (now); she replied (no joke):
"I was at the shops and my personal shopper suggested it and so I bought it. It's better than body butter"
Her personal shopper?
"Golytlee I have no time to eat, watch TV, or go on vacation, when would I shop? I needed one."
Oh then that explains it. You so know I went through her closet, quickly. YES--my mom has some serious designer duds in there…I'm talking Cavalli, Marc Jacobs, etc. It was like an Elle fashion spread!!
I'm just shocked. So shocked the La Mer came back with me and yes, it is the best thing ever. Better than butter.
Other swag came from one of Daniel's friends. I have a way of asking men for the shirts off their backs. When I see something I like I go for it. I asked, he took his shirt off and gave to me.
Daniel also gave me his Paula Abdul "Spellbound" CD. Holla! Each time I am in his car that is the only CD I want to listen to and last Thursday we dedicated a song to Bev--even though I think it was the wrong song…sorry Bev; but the thought and enthusiasm was still there.
Then while indulging in Chili's all day happy hour, yesterday, I coveted someone else's drink; it looked like fun and all I said was 'wish I had that one' and the girl gave it to me. I could've ordered it; but I think the 4 empty margarita glasses on my table would have told the bartender otherwise.
I love free stuff!
Saturday, May 13
SA & Phoenix Town
San Antonio--CRAZY.
Since the week sucked, I lost my debit card. (update: Inredible found it sitting in my car) I had to call my buddy Daniel; so I could crash at his place.
Little did I know, it would turn into one big gay-spectacle. Thank goodness Bev showed up; I would have lost my mind. (Thanks, Bev!)
We introduced Bev to bloody mary's, not just for breakfast, and we sat by the pool getting drunk. After a few more drinks we went to a restaurant to meet Daniel's sugar daddy, a French hairdresser. Oui! I didn't understand half of what he was saying and said yes to everything. What I did understand is that he did Grace Kelly and Jackie O's hair...oh and Bridget Bardot.
Yes, he is that old, but so cute in that old French man way. I'd do him.
All this time, back at Daniel's casa while we were away, some boys were discovering same sex sex.
Since I had a 6am flight; I needed to cut the night short and get some wink eye. That never happened. Daniel came home and decided it was better to not sleep and watch the "Simple Life" DVD until it was time to take me to the airport.
This was my theory: How many people really are catching flights out of San Antonio at 6:30am?
A LOT. And you know since I was so sure of that theory we arrived at the airport at 6am for my 6:30 flight.
The TSA line spanned the length of half the airport. So not fun.
I made it into Phoenix no problems and crap it was hotter than Hades at 7 in the morning! Reason numero uno why I don't live here.
After much to do; we came to my mom's office and she was definetely surprised.
I spent half the day sleeping and then we went and saw Mission Impossible 3. Say what you will about Tom Cruise, but I still love him. He is just one hottie on the big screen and has always had a place in my heart as one of the true movie stars.
The movie had some great stunts (go watch it and be floored when you see him sliding down a building in Japan) and I cried at the lil ol' love story mixed into the film.
That's it. Not too exciting, huh...
Still burning my skin in the hot Arizona sun...
Since the week sucked, I lost my debit card. (update: Inredible found it sitting in my car) I had to call my buddy Daniel; so I could crash at his place.
Little did I know, it would turn into one big gay-spectacle. Thank goodness Bev showed up; I would have lost my mind. (Thanks, Bev!)
We introduced Bev to bloody mary's, not just for breakfast, and we sat by the pool getting drunk. After a few more drinks we went to a restaurant to meet Daniel's sugar daddy, a French hairdresser. Oui! I didn't understand half of what he was saying and said yes to everything. What I did understand is that he did Grace Kelly and Jackie O's hair...oh and Bridget Bardot.
Yes, he is that old, but so cute in that old French man way. I'd do him.
All this time, back at Daniel's casa while we were away, some boys were discovering same sex sex.
Since I had a 6am flight; I needed to cut the night short and get some wink eye. That never happened. Daniel came home and decided it was better to not sleep and watch the "Simple Life" DVD until it was time to take me to the airport.
This was my theory: How many people really are catching flights out of San Antonio at 6:30am?
A LOT. And you know since I was so sure of that theory we arrived at the airport at 6am for my 6:30 flight.
The TSA line spanned the length of half the airport. So not fun.
I made it into Phoenix no problems and crap it was hotter than Hades at 7 in the morning! Reason numero uno why I don't live here.
After much to do; we came to my mom's office and she was definetely surprised.
I spent half the day sleeping and then we went and saw Mission Impossible 3. Say what you will about Tom Cruise, but I still love him. He is just one hottie on the big screen and has always had a place in my heart as one of the true movie stars.
The movie had some great stunts (go watch it and be floored when you see him sliding down a building in Japan) and I cried at the lil ol' love story mixed into the film.
That's it. Not too exciting, huh...
Still burning my skin in the hot Arizona sun...
Wednesday, May 10
I So Need a Cupcake
Staying up half the night, talking and decoding what the other person is saying is so not fun.
I just want to go home, pull all the shades, and sleep. My eyes hurt so much from lack of shut eye.
We talked and talked. Cried and cried. Yelled and yelled. Loved and loved.
The verdict pretty much is that we care too much for each other and lately our issues are getting in the way of that.
It was wrong for me to look through his phone. If he looked through mine, what would I say?
In other news, this has been a rough week. Nothing seems to be going smoothly or right. WTF?!?!
Aside from Incredible and I, I have been in a rotten mood for quite some time.
I tried to chalk up to that time of the month, but that left some days now & now there are no excuses. I vent, I bitch, I roll my eyes, I scream in frustration.
The cable satellite goes off course each time my cell phone rings. UGH!
My mail is not being forwarded to me (and I am missing several magazine issues for the month of April and May) UGH!
My A/C has been leaking above my tub & it's taking the apartment maintenance four trips to fix it. UGH!
The above has left a rusty water trail on my tub floor. UGH!
I've had no time to run or any other form of exercise. UGH!
I don't have a tabgible mother's day gift, yet. UGH!
I'm working way too many hours that I am not used to. UGH!
My grammer has gone out the window. UGH!
And it has been brought to my attention that I have not baked in ages.
It's true. Maybe one has to do with the other?
I just want to go home, pull all the shades, and sleep. My eyes hurt so much from lack of shut eye.
We talked and talked. Cried and cried. Yelled and yelled. Loved and loved.
The verdict pretty much is that we care too much for each other and lately our issues are getting in the way of that.
It was wrong for me to look through his phone. If he looked through mine, what would I say?
In other news, this has been a rough week. Nothing seems to be going smoothly or right. WTF?!?!
Aside from Incredible and I, I have been in a rotten mood for quite some time.
I tried to chalk up to that time of the month, but that left some days now & now there are no excuses. I vent, I bitch, I roll my eyes, I scream in frustration.
The cable satellite goes off course each time my cell phone rings. UGH!
My mail is not being forwarded to me (and I am missing several magazine issues for the month of April and May) UGH!
My A/C has been leaking above my tub & it's taking the apartment maintenance four trips to fix it. UGH!
The above has left a rusty water trail on my tub floor. UGH!
I've had no time to run or any other form of exercise. UGH!
I don't have a tabgible mother's day gift, yet. UGH!
I'm working way too many hours that I am not used to. UGH!
My grammer has gone out the window. UGH!
And it has been brought to my attention that I have not baked in ages.
It's true. Maybe one has to do with the other?
Tuesday, May 9
I think I've become that girl. Uh oh and it's driving me crazy.
I let all my insecurities about our relationship drive me to going through his cell phone call list.
VOILA!
I found exactly what I was looking for--calls to girls at all hours of the night.
Uh huh.
11pm. 1am. 4am.
11--I can take that one. 1--is a little bit harder to swallow. 4--you've got to be kidding me?!?
The only people I call at 4am are well, hmm, no one.
When I was single, people called me at 4am. They were usually guys, guys knowing what they could get at 4am.
What am I to think when Incredible is calling girls at 4am?
And yes, plural with an 's'. Because its not the same girl he is calling each hour.
Someone said that's a plus. Huh?
The 4am'er is a bartender; so they talk to each other when she gets off of work. Should that matter? I don't think so.
And the others are women that work with him and he was calling to shoot the breeze.
Uhm hmm.
But the fact remains they are all women.
And I am not calling the kettle black…I realize that yes, I have called men. But not at 4am! And I don't work with them.
So this new hiccup in our relationship is driving me B-A-N-A-N-A-S.
Because now, everything I will question, there is no doubt. I'm ignoring his emails. I don't even want to see him tonight. I just don't care.
Is it the end? Maybe…
I can admit that I've been thinking of ending it anyway due to a different shallow hiccup in our relationship.
So shallow, I cannot admit it (Bev knows) & it racks my brain daily: should I stay or shoud I go because he cannot _____? Am I that shallow?
The only reason (I think) that we are still a couple is because I'd feel massive guilt if I did break up with him because he cannot_______.
Someone else who also knows of the shallowness said that maybe this girl calling thing can be my out…but each time in our arguing emails when I had the chance to get out, I couldn't do it.
I just can't.
Yep, I'm that girl.
I let all my insecurities about our relationship drive me to going through his cell phone call list.
VOILA!
I found exactly what I was looking for--calls to girls at all hours of the night.
Uh huh.
11pm. 1am. 4am.
11--I can take that one. 1--is a little bit harder to swallow. 4--you've got to be kidding me?!?
The only people I call at 4am are well, hmm, no one.
When I was single, people called me at 4am. They were usually guys, guys knowing what they could get at 4am.
What am I to think when Incredible is calling girls at 4am?
And yes, plural with an 's'. Because its not the same girl he is calling each hour.
Someone said that's a plus. Huh?
The 4am'er is a bartender; so they talk to each other when she gets off of work. Should that matter? I don't think so.
And the others are women that work with him and he was calling to shoot the breeze.
Uhm hmm.
But the fact remains they are all women.
And I am not calling the kettle black…I realize that yes, I have called men. But not at 4am! And I don't work with them.
So this new hiccup in our relationship is driving me B-A-N-A-N-A-S.
Because now, everything I will question, there is no doubt. I'm ignoring his emails. I don't even want to see him tonight. I just don't care.
Is it the end? Maybe…
I can admit that I've been thinking of ending it anyway due to a different shallow hiccup in our relationship.
So shallow, I cannot admit it (Bev knows) & it racks my brain daily: should I stay or shoud I go because he cannot _____? Am I that shallow?
The only reason (I think) that we are still a couple is because I'd feel massive guilt if I did break up with him because he cannot_______.
Someone else who also knows of the shallowness said that maybe this girl calling thing can be my out…but each time in our arguing emails when I had the chance to get out, I couldn't do it.
I just can't.
Yep, I'm that girl.
Taggin' Along
Two jobs I've had in my life
1. account executive for clear channel
2. business development & marketing, right now
Four movies I'd watch over and over:
1. Breakfast at Tiffany's
2. Vanilla Sky
3. Angel Eyes
4. The Cooler
Four places I have lived:
1. Sacramento, CA
2. England
3. Abilene, TX
4. San Antonio, TX
Four TV shows I love to watch:
1. 24
2. Big Love
3. Grey's Anatomy
4. Will & Grace (boo, it's leaving)
Four (favorite) places I have been on vacation:
1. Mexico
2. Nogales--from what I remember
3. San Francisco, Sacramento, LA (I put them all in one b/c it was one big trip)
4. Phoenix--if it counts.
Four websites I visit daily
1. Pecos Girl
2. Twisted Panties
3. Yahoo!
4. Pink is the New Blog
Four of my favorite foods:
1. eggs benedict
2. cupcakes--any that aren't chocolate and/or have choc. icing
3. pancakes
4. Panda Express' chow mein
Four places I would rather be right now:
1. at home
2. Paris
3. Mexico
4. some restaurant's patio sipping on some frosted drink
Now, it's your turn. Have fun.
1. account executive for clear channel
2. business development & marketing, right now
Four movies I'd watch over and over:
1. Breakfast at Tiffany's
2. Vanilla Sky
3. Angel Eyes
4. The Cooler
Four places I have lived:
1. Sacramento, CA
2. England
3. Abilene, TX
4. San Antonio, TX
Four TV shows I love to watch:
1. 24
2. Big Love
3. Grey's Anatomy
4. Will & Grace (boo, it's leaving)
Four (favorite) places I have been on vacation:
1. Mexico
2. Nogales--from what I remember
3. San Francisco, Sacramento, LA (I put them all in one b/c it was one big trip)
4. Phoenix--if it counts.
Four websites I visit daily
1. Pecos Girl
2. Twisted Panties
3. Yahoo!
4. Pink is the New Blog
Four of my favorite foods:
1. eggs benedict
2. cupcakes--any that aren't chocolate and/or have choc. icing
3. pancakes
4. Panda Express' chow mein
Four places I would rather be right now:
1. at home
2. Paris
3. Mexico
4. some restaurant's patio sipping on some frosted drink
Now, it's your turn. Have fun.
Monday, May 8
Surprise, Surprise!
I have to be in good ole' San Antone on Thursday for work.
Planning the trip itself was a part time job. From my previous place of employment, I was used to just buying the plane ticket and picking any hotel. Then boom! They'd reimburse me a few weeks later. Here, they pay for it outright if you choose their hotels.
Easy enough for my purse strings, hard on my brain. Because if its not in downtown San Antonio or in the hills of SA; I have no idea what hotel you are talking about. Seriously. I rarely stay in a hotel while in SA, too many friends there, but this time I couldn’t possibly ask to stay at a friends for them to be bothered with my 5 AM wake up call.
I got the wise idea to book a flight to Phoenix at 6 AM the next day.
Meaning, I wanted a hotel close to the airport; if not right at the airport, so I wouldn't have to get up at 4 AM just to catch that flight. Problem?
I am unfamiliar with the SA airport adjacent hotels and the ones I was seeing online looked shady. Maybe the pictures were old. Hopefully the pictures are old.
I kept trying to work with my booking agent with our travel agency and she kept telling me that the hotel I chose is a 4 star hotel; then why does it look like Boogie Nights was filmed there? Well, it's close to the mall, too. And it's just one night; I'll take a powerful shower that morning in Dallas, just in case I need to skip out on one while staying in the hotel.
Why the 6 AM next day flight?
I keep asking myself that over and over. The other bright idea I had was to surprise my mom for mother's day. I have not spent a mother's day with her, in 5 years! Since you cannot fly direct on Southwest Airlines from Dallas to Phoenix and I was going to be in SA; I thought, hey, let's surprise mom.
I could only get the 6 AM because I'd land in Phoenix at 6 and torture my brother by having him up that early in the morning to pick me up.
Oh and that leave at 6 and arrive at 6? Best thing ever: time zone. The flight is 2 hours and the time difference is 2 hours; so it's like you lose no time by being in the air. Gotta love that. Especially at 6 AM.
I have a short week at work and in Dallas. One day in San Antonio for work and some real Mexican food. And one surprising weekend in Phoenix for my mom. Let's just hope my brother doesn't ruin it. He has a why of having 'secrets' slip.
Planning the trip itself was a part time job. From my previous place of employment, I was used to just buying the plane ticket and picking any hotel. Then boom! They'd reimburse me a few weeks later. Here, they pay for it outright if you choose their hotels.
Easy enough for my purse strings, hard on my brain. Because if its not in downtown San Antonio or in the hills of SA; I have no idea what hotel you are talking about. Seriously. I rarely stay in a hotel while in SA, too many friends there, but this time I couldn’t possibly ask to stay at a friends for them to be bothered with my 5 AM wake up call.
I got the wise idea to book a flight to Phoenix at 6 AM the next day.
Meaning, I wanted a hotel close to the airport; if not right at the airport, so I wouldn't have to get up at 4 AM just to catch that flight. Problem?
I am unfamiliar with the SA airport adjacent hotels and the ones I was seeing online looked shady. Maybe the pictures were old. Hopefully the pictures are old.
I kept trying to work with my booking agent with our travel agency and she kept telling me that the hotel I chose is a 4 star hotel; then why does it look like Boogie Nights was filmed there? Well, it's close to the mall, too. And it's just one night; I'll take a powerful shower that morning in Dallas, just in case I need to skip out on one while staying in the hotel.
Why the 6 AM next day flight?
I keep asking myself that over and over. The other bright idea I had was to surprise my mom for mother's day. I have not spent a mother's day with her, in 5 years! Since you cannot fly direct on Southwest Airlines from Dallas to Phoenix and I was going to be in SA; I thought, hey, let's surprise mom.
I could only get the 6 AM because I'd land in Phoenix at 6 and torture my brother by having him up that early in the morning to pick me up.
Oh and that leave at 6 and arrive at 6? Best thing ever: time zone. The flight is 2 hours and the time difference is 2 hours; so it's like you lose no time by being in the air. Gotta love that. Especially at 6 AM.
I have a short week at work and in Dallas. One day in San Antonio for work and some real Mexican food. And one surprising weekend in Phoenix for my mom. Let's just hope my brother doesn't ruin it. He has a why of having 'secrets' slip.
Tuesday, May 2
Cheesy Weekend
My weekend was pretty usual except a few things. I decided to follow trend and decorate my new bedroom in the hotel chic design everyone else is doing. Call me a sheep, I follow the herd. Oh well.
The project included me being stuck out at IKEA Frisco during the 'storm'. Frisco was not hit that badly and the weather was nice to me that there were no crowds. Which you'd think that the IKEA workers would be more willing and apt to help lone girls haul furniture out to their car. NOPE.
I loaded a bookcase, desk, chair, and 4 bags of crap into my cart and then my car all by myself.
It ain't just cheap furniture, apparently the customer service is just as cheap. What can you expect? It's IKEA.
The next day, I played Trading Spaces with myself and got down to work. The result was great, I'm really enjoying it. I'll take bets now that in 6 months I am so over the hotel look; but for now, it looks very mod and comfy.
That night we headed to my friend AP's BBQ.
I don't know if we have talked about this or not, but…I cannot mix alcohol and hard cheese. Together. Ever.
Since Incredible mixed me the strongest appletinis ever and AP was serving blue cheese potato salad (I know it sounds odd, but it was good), my stomach decided to go bananas.
How do lactose intolerant people do it? Do they just avoid dairy altogether? Isn't that impossible?
The next morning, hungover (and empty-stomached) I was ready to eat anything in sight. Saving his balls, Incredible took me to the diner ASAP.
I felt so bad because I had to flake on brunch club girls.
Seriously, there was no way my stomach would have survived until 11AM for brunch and then waited twenty minutes to sit down, then another twenty for everyone to choose a menu item; and then God knew how long for the food to be ready.
Because we all know when its brunch club, that means every girl and her friend shows up and we go from a group of four to a group of twenty.
The project included me being stuck out at IKEA Frisco during the 'storm'. Frisco was not hit that badly and the weather was nice to me that there were no crowds. Which you'd think that the IKEA workers would be more willing and apt to help lone girls haul furniture out to their car. NOPE.
I loaded a bookcase, desk, chair, and 4 bags of crap into my cart and then my car all by myself.
It ain't just cheap furniture, apparently the customer service is just as cheap. What can you expect? It's IKEA.
The next day, I played Trading Spaces with myself and got down to work. The result was great, I'm really enjoying it. I'll take bets now that in 6 months I am so over the hotel look; but for now, it looks very mod and comfy.
That night we headed to my friend AP's BBQ.
I don't know if we have talked about this or not, but…I cannot mix alcohol and hard cheese. Together. Ever.
Since Incredible mixed me the strongest appletinis ever and AP was serving blue cheese potato salad (I know it sounds odd, but it was good), my stomach decided to go bananas.
How do lactose intolerant people do it? Do they just avoid dairy altogether? Isn't that impossible?
The next morning, hungover (and empty-stomached) I was ready to eat anything in sight. Saving his balls, Incredible took me to the diner ASAP.
I felt so bad because I had to flake on brunch club girls.
Seriously, there was no way my stomach would have survived until 11AM for brunch and then waited twenty minutes to sit down, then another twenty for everyone to choose a menu item; and then God knew how long for the food to be ready.
Because we all know when its brunch club, that means every girl and her friend shows up and we go from a group of four to a group of twenty.
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