Huh

I just realized that I didn't say a word about last week's Grey's. Uhm hmm...
Things I liked about the episode:
1. Derek
2. Addison being there for Derek
3. Cristina telling Meredith that she was the only one she wanted to tell that she was engaged. Because that was the moment that I started crying like a baby.

Things I didn't like about the episode:
Do I even need to list it for you?
1. Denny
2. Denny
3. Denny

Just when they finally stopped mentioning and/or referencing him BAM! they bring him back in his full glory. WTF? Just the sight of him makes me cringe - that damn story line just won't quit, will it? AND they had the hot bomb squad guy on for what? a minute? and Denny had the entire hour and just when they brought Meredith back and I was so excited that we were dunzo with Denny Part II...hmph, they just had to give us that snippet at the end. UGH.
Please, please let that be the last of him.
I beg of those writers to let that man R.I.P!

What I LOVED about the episode:
All the music was Damien Rice. Oh. Yeah.
LOVE LOVE LOVE him!

And let me tell you how today, I swear I had a heart attack at exactly 2:06, when a friend emailed me that he was touring and coming through Dallas.
HOLEY MOLEY.
I screamed.
Yes. I did.
Where you'd think Justin Timberlake would be more exciting for me. Unh uh. What I paid for Justin doesn't compare to the Damien ticket prices. But I'd pay twice as much as I did for Damien.

His CD, "O" is the best damn CD I own. And the best gift I've ever recieved. No doubt.

Bloody Mary Sunday

So I fell short of watching my list of Oscar movies. The Departed and Babel never made it. Boo. But they are both at Blockbuster, so I think that's why I missed them at the theater. Oh, well. Tonight is the night and I am very excited. Excited for Ellen. Anxious for J. Hud. And I want Penelope Cruz to win. I'm not sure about the men this year, hmm? For once I'm going to skip E!'s red carpet and watch the Barbara Walters Oscar special.

In other news - my brother's girlfriend has moved in with him and my mom. Did you know that my brother lives with my mom? You do now.
My mom is in between houses - she sold the one she was in very quickly and the new one is not finished being built just yet. And my brother is living with her until the new one is complete. Well, just last week his girlfriend moved in with them. UGH.
I am 100% positive I will be an aunt before I have a sister in law.
If you know what I mean and I think you do.
It will kill me.

AND hold onto your seat chair - Guess where I am going in one week?
JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE!
I am so freak on a leash excited. I cannot sit still! Yes, C&C Music Factory was exciting BUT Justin? Oh holey moley!

Yes - I gave up alcohol for Lent. Why is that so hard to believe? And yes, I had a Bloody Mary for brunch today. So, yes I am on my way to a mass service at a church around the corner - I heard they only do mass in foreign languages - whatev.
Yes, as it would read I am very liberal in some aspects of my life. I feel that I am traditional in some areas of my life. But I do not mess around with Lent, I can tell you that. And I feel very stupid and idiotic that I completely forgot Lent and downed the best ever Bloody Mary.
So its off to church I go and if you are counting I have not been to church in months. Hopefully I won't burn as I cross the altar.

Happy Sunday.

It Takes Two to Make the Thing Go Right

Over the weekend we caught Music & Lyrics - it is so super cute. An easy breezy, fun film for sure. The best part was Kristen Johnston - she is hilarious. I wish we got more of her. Her funniest scene was the class reunion when she acted like an out of control fan.

That was also me, last night.

Three groups: Rob Base, Digital Underground, and C&C Music Factory.

Uh-huh!
Can you believe it?
All three of those groups were so my music back in the day.

The first two were alright and I was bopping along in my seat - but then C&C? Oh holey moley I found myself dead center at the stage. No joke. I grabbed my co-worker and was like, "LET'S GO!"

And we did. I was screaming like it was a New Kids on The Block reunion tour (ooh wait, let's not joke about that, because I would so be there, too)

Last night made my week.

I was still out of control crazy all day today at work.
I'm a little hoarse and somewhat deaf but it was all worth it.

YES - I went to San Antonio.

NO - we did not get an aeropuerto moment. It's all good because we all know that Golightly doesn't drive to San Antonio, so there are plenty more chances for airport moments in the future.

The reason was he had to work - and don't get all pessimistic here because I'm going to choose to believe him. There have been plenty o' time that I've been called to finish a project or something on a weekend.

Buuut...we did have lunch. And it was cute. And he was nervous. And I wish I could bottle up his cute-ness and sell it on a street corner for all to have because he is that presh.

Thursday night in SA - we met up with Bev for some good old Italian food, wine, and stories. Too much wine on my part but it was all good because I just gave up alcohol for Lent. Yep, yep.
That wine was the tip of the drinking ice cube because I was in a state of tipsy each night after.

And yes, I met another boy and a girl.

The girl was super cool - we met her first at Bar #1. WE bonded over the fact that there was no music playing at the bar. It was odd. Then we ran into her again at Bar #2. Her real personality was all out at this bar and she was F-U-N. She's going to be in Dallas tomorrow through the weekend. I'm a wee bit excited to meet up with her again.

Then yes, you did read another boy. Oy!

I seriously need to keep my eyes open in Dallas, but hey, what can we do? My mom says you can meet the man of your dreams anywhere - which is true, so I don't discriminate on location or distance (obviously).

He is pretty cool and cute. We'll see where that leads, only because my mama also said not to put all your eggs in one basket. Even though previous boy is still numero uno, there is nothing wrong with a numero dos.
Who knows? They may switch numbers on us.

Balls to the Wall

Were those the best Grammy's or what?

I have to admit I was moved by many performances last night. Very moved.
It was also the first time, since high school, that I stayed tune for the entire telecast. Any awards show on a school night was a free pass for me - my parents allowed us to stay up for the show, way past our bedtimes. Yes - I had bedtime in high school. No curfew, but I sure did have a bed time. Odd.

I had two assignments today -

1. Create budgets for all my future events at work. Do you know what a pill that is? Excel is a part time job on its own. Is anyone really, truly an excel wizard? And the math alone! Oh gosh - I have a degree that required only 3 math credits (that's one class) for a reason. Uhm hmm. I seriously cannot add anything past the number 10 without a calculator - and sometimes some long division because I have a problem believing the Texas Instrument. Just sometimes. And I also like to double check my work - so not only is it one spreadsheet with the columns added up - oh no, not me, I had to do 2 spreadsheets because who can honestly trust excel to be doing all this adding and its correct?

2. The other task was to ask out that boy in San Antonio. Since I decided to go the text message route - I had minor heart palpitations and anxiety in the time it took him to respond. Holy crap I would not put any of you through that. It is excruciating.

My text message alert is the standard t-mobile jingle - so each and every gosh darn T-Mobile commercial, on the television, had me sprinting to my phone to check it. Oh, yes. And why are there so many T-Mobile commercials out there? To torture me? Let me tell you, if I see that singing teddy gram telling the girl her beau is breaking up with her, one more time, I will scream.

And then some fool called me in the middle of '24' - oh Hell, no. One, it was Jack Bauer time and two I was completely paranoid that that person's call coming in may have come in at the exact time San Antonio boy was texting me back. And of course, the call would beat the text causing the text to never come through on my phone.

Yes - waiting for an answer when you ask someone out via text message is like taking a crazy pill. I don't recommend.

Buuuuuuuuuut he did respond.
Not only did the boy respond - he countered with all sorts of goodies.

After, what seemed like a hundred texts back and forth on when was a good time/day/night for both of us - because, uhm hmm, the cutie has plans already made for the weekend and so did I.
Finally - he asked what about lunch on Sunday?
I said sure.

Then it was like the Gods knew and he said -
"Cool and I can give you a ride to the airport if you need it?"

WHAAAAAAAT?
Did Homeboy just ask to take me to the aeropuerto? I think he did. Seriously did he just ask to do the task of all tasks? Drop me off at the airport?
Shoot - I cannot get some of my friends to do that one. You all know: Cupcake.
Seriously? I had to read the damn thing 5 times or something to believe it.

So now what?

Many, many outfits will be planned out. And I am not joking. This outfit has to be the cutest of the cutes because I am about to have an airport moment with the cutie pie.
It's my biggest hopeless romantic fantasy come true.
An airport moment! I'd skip the date just for the airport drop off.

It's a Fiesta!

I finally was able to blow the flour dust off my Kitchenaid and make cupcakes. Holla! It had been such a long time. I gladly accepted the invitation to make cupcakes for my friend's baby shower. What a party that was - it was great - in a very non-baby shower kind of way. Which is such a nice difference.

The night before I made lil sombrero hats from cookies, sprinkles, and Hershey Kisses. I used my own vanilla cupcake recipe - added cinnamon, then added fudge to the middle of each cake after they baked. The frosting is your typical buttercream.

It was nice to have the Kitchenaid back from hiatus.

I Missed Lost for This!!

I missed half of Lost. That is a big freaking deal. Seriously. Lost has not been on for months and now the 1st of 16 new episodes in a row...and I miss half of it.

Thank goodness for ABC.com replaying shows online in their entirety (NBC? Can you jump on this, please?)

I got as far as seeing Julia's ex-hubby get hit by a bus, had my shocked face on when the phone rang.

It was him.

And I had to do some quick decision making: answer or not? I hate phone tag as much as the rest of you, so I answered - even though for a quick second my psychotic self thought it'd be great to have his voice saved on my voicemail.
Don't worry I am not that crazy.

I know you're waiting for the good stuff.

We had some light conversation. Your normal 'what are you doing?', 'how are you?', and 'how's work?'. Then I gave him the verbal memo that I will be in town next week.

Thinking back on it now - he did seem more alert when I said that and more pooped that he would be out of town the first two days I am in his city.

Then some more light hearted conversation.
And I started to see that this conversation was dwindling down and I needed to act quickly before he ended it.

I will warn you, my mind was off because hello! I almost couldn't believe that I was having a real conversation with this boy.

And I was super nervous speaking to him. There were times that words just couldn't get out of my mouth while speaking to him I was so nervous.

So what I said next was a dumb choice of words:
"We need to go on a play date"

Uh huh.
Yep.
Play. Date.
WTF?

As soon as it escaped my mouth I wanted it back. Sure, it sounds kinda cute but not when you are asking someone out for the first time and especially when you are not parents to toddler aged kids!
Play date?!?!

He didn't know what one was, I explained it to him. It was awkward. After the humiliation of the term; he told me to touchbase with him next week about getting together.
End of conversation.

So now the ball has bounced right back into my court and I'm the one that put it there. MoFo Play date!
Who says that kind of thing?
Me?

So at the suggestion of Bev - I will text him next week and just plainly ask him out. No freaking out, no nerves, no script - just good old fashion date asking via text messaging.

Because that's how he and I roll.

Nothing But Lovee Love

I am not liking the new Blogger so much. I was forced to switch over, too and I've been saying boo ever since.
What's wrong with the old?

This weekend I continued on my treck to watch all the Oscar nominated movies. I saw "Volver". It's been years since I've seen a subtitled movie in a theater - I think "Amelie" was the last one. It takes about ten minutes for your eyes to get used to Penelope's cleavage and the words right below those honkers.
The film was great and hilarious.

Then I shopped. My good friend AP is the most graceful pregnant person I know and no baby store is safe from me. Its too exciting. And this weekend I found the funkiest baby clothing store - too cute wee ones style. I also had a great brunch with AP - good girl talk, great food, and a showing of her sonogram video. Talk about advanced technology. I was so used to the black and white blurb that only the parents to be could appreciate. You know - where they are pointing out the head and feet and you're thinking "where? I don't see it". Not this video - it was as if a camera was up in her - you could see all the baby features, very clearly.

Yes - I watched the Super Bowl. No, I didn't win the pool. I was a bit bummed that Lovee didn't win. I was rooting for the Bears all the way and even though Peyton won - and I was happy for him, my heart just felt a little bit sad for Lovee. And I'm with Beth on this one: Where in the World has Peyton's wife been hiding all this time?
Had no idea he was married? Is Eli married, too?

Is it just me or do the commercials get worse and worse every year? I remember the good days when I could care less about the game, and the commercials were at their best ever.

And in the middle of the game I was surprised to hear my phone alert me of a text message from The Aggie. I kind of have a hard time identifying him as that. Maybe its because A&M and I aren't cool like that. Maybe its because its been so long since he was in school. I don't know...Aggie doesn't fit him. So I'll probably be changing that nickname soon.
I keep trying to convince myself not to call him. Hear me out:
Me asking anyboy out for a date in a city that I don't live in.
Chew on it.
It doesn't make sense to me. Unless someone can make that sentence good for me, it's not happening.
Will I call him? Yes.
Will I tell him I'm coming to town? Yes.
From there, I think he should get a clue and ask me out, no?

I'm seriously stressing over this and have started to break out. I need to calm the F down before next week because date or no date he won't be seeing me with a break out face. Unh unh.

Guest Starring: Kate

I thought blogs were cliché. After finding out about this blog and reading most of yours, I take it back and say, "bravo". It takes so much courage to share your life, thoughts, emotions, and experiences. I could never do that, simply out of fear. Fear that one day someone would google a random search term and there I am. All of me for them to see and the random person would be my dad.

I am shocked of this blog’s author, I have known her for two years and she just now confessed. What kind of friendship is that, after taking two days to read all the entries and your blogs, too, I understand. This is so deep that I wouldn’t want my enemy or close friend to know about especially when you call them out on not having a life because they write conversational scripts all day. Like some of you I find myself with a lot of time on my hands in the middle of the work day. My job like yours, only takes up three hours of a day but I am required to show up at the office for nine.

I’m Kate and yes, my real name has been used on this blog without my consent. I have been on Earth for twenty eight years. I am from Minneapolis and live in San Francisco. I am single because I like to dump people. I like it so much I write scripts for the occasion and then uncork a cabernet when I’m through. Of course, I don’t like to dump people but why hoard men when I know it’s not working and some miserable girl out there will be so grateful the day she meets him.

I like to be blunt about it, it’s not me, it’s you and you must leave this situation before we become something I will loathe. I call dating situations not relationships. You have to work at a relationship, but a situation manifests itself. I only work when I get paid to do a job and I have yet, to see a check for some of the men I have put up with for as long as I did.

Dumping is not my sport or game, it’s part of my single girl life and I think it must be done correctly, hence the very blunt script. I do it for him and that miserable girl he has yet to meet and rock her world. I think that deserves a drink because I am a romantic.

This blog’s author has challenged me to write something very easy, not this that you are reading right now because let’s face it, this is far from easy. She challenged me to a script to ask that boy out. First the Girl Meets Boy is getting on my nerves. I can tell you he is far from being a boy. I call him the Sensitive Aggie.
I love Sensitive Aggie out of all the guys I have heard her date, he is my favorite. Let me share what she has failed to do so with you. He went to A&M. He was married, the Ex-wife cheated on him, and then she left him. I think the bitch used a script because she got his house and his dog. What I failed to mention is, he is hot. Hot is an understatement. He is a scorcher. I have seen Scorching Hot Sensitive Aggie’s MySpace profile multiple times during my spare time at work. I like to decode people’s myspace pages as well as write scripts.

Here is my point, what kind of crazy woman would cheat on a scorching hot man and then dump him. Did she have a drink when the divorce was final because I sure had one myself, when I learned of scorching hot Aggie‘s existence.

You know the story, our girl met scorcher at a party, afterwards the longest sex marathon, I have ever known, took place. If this were me, I would never hear from the man or walk again. After all that marathon sex they kept in touch via text messages.

I agree with most of the population in the thought that text messaging has taken over our culture. One single conversation with text messaging can last all day long with only five messages sent and nothing accomplished. They choose to text each other bravely with sexual acts they wish they were doing to each other at that very moment. I cannot do that, I am scared that one day someone would pick up my phone and see that I like it up the ass and that someone would be my cell phone challenged dad.
Somehow Scorcher and our girl found a way to move it from sexual to the real world in which the rest of us live and now have G-rated text message conversations. I have a problem with this, you cannot ask a guy out via a text and she will ask him out or I will. I do not have a script, there is no need in this situation because I know he will say yes. She can ask him to watch the second hand move on a clock and he will say yes.

The challenge is to call him, to move this situation from texts to voice conversation. She must dial his digits. She is scared to do so because she thinks that if he wanted to talk to her, he would call her. I say no because she set this text only precedent and I don’t think that he knows she likes him. How is that for 5th grade. I have an idea that once she calls and tells him that she will be in town, he will automatically ask her out. He didn’t have the chance last time she was there because she told him two days before she got there and she told him via text.

This groundbreaking call must happen this coming Tuesday or Wednesday, a week out from her trip to his city. The conversation should start nice and slow because it will be too new for them; speaking to each other via voices and not words. I would give it a twenty minute shot and then ask him out.
Our Girl says, “It’s been so long since I’ve been to X restaurant, I am dying to go when I get to town. What are you doing Saturday night?”
Does it get any easier than that? Whatever he says next, is sure to be in her favor, one way or the other. I believe he will be blown away that our awesome girl has asked him out. He will either accept the situation or decline his participation. A decline, I am sure of it, will come with an alternative and will only come if he already has plans but who has plans a week and a half in advance. This is a good as gold plan. Our girl likes to raise buts, so to her but, what if I have to leave a message, it is very simple.
Our Girl’s voicemail message will be, “Hi Scorching Hot Sensitive Aggie. I will be in town next week. Call me back I want to run something by you. Bye.”
That sentence alone gets every guy to call me back. I learned it from my very married mother and sisters. The mystery of that sentence will do onto a man’s mind like no other. Once he hears it, he will be forced by his own curiosity to find out what you need to run by him. I leave you with that challenge, readers.

Try it, it’s free, hook, line, and possible sinker because from that point on, it is up to you , to get your situation started.

TGIF

"Dude, she's Callie O'Malley"

Last night's Grey's rocked, in my eyes. I know some friends that didn't care for it one bit. How could you not? George getting hitched in Vegas - that was the best. I officially love Callie and Addison.
Let's talk a second about Addison and her glasses.

How freaking cool are they?
Is she the only person in the world that can pull off glasses on a string?
And then peep out from under them like an 80 year old woman - but still looks cool doing so?

I was literally clapping for her when she was doing McSteamy and totally thinking of Karev. Addison rocks.

And I'm also clapping for George for sticking up for his woman. She was right his friends are judgy and mean - what was up with Izzy? Was she really going to make fun of Callie's middle name with Callie standing right there?!?

Is the rumor correct? Is Ellen Pompeo preggers? Did I miss that juicy gossip somewhere down the road?
Her face is filling out nicely - at least she looks to be gaining some weight...thank goodness.

I did sympathize with her last night. No wonder she is the way she is with a mom like that - I'd be messed up, too. Why is her mom such a bitch? If you know you have alzeimers and are only back for a temporary while (as she knew all since she was a doctor) why the heck did she have to mess up her gifted time by being a bitch to Mer?
WHY?

In other news - I am having the oddest memory fantasies.
I'm remembering events that haven't taken place yet.
Its the oddest freaking feeling.
Has it happened to anyone else?

All of a sudden I'll zone out and POOF! some made up fantasy's memory is on my mind.
WEIRDNESS.

I don't know if I can share what Boy told me that shook my core. I think I need to keep it here for awhile until I know exactly where it is headed...know what I mean? If I share then its out there and it may have been some intimate secret he was telling me? And yes, I know I already told some of my friends - but thats it - no one else knows.

But I am going down there on the 15th! for four freaking bootylicious days! Yah!