One of the major highways I take into work everyday was shut down this morning. I found out the road was closed half an hour into sitting in bumper to bumper traffic. My assistant called me last night (from her unknown to me home phone hence the reason I didn't pick up) and left me voicemail warning me of the road closure. Yeah - I'm listening to all my messages before I go to bed from here on out.
I was in traffic for 2 hours. I didn't complain. I called my mom (who is 2 hours behind me in time difference) and we caught up. When she had to get off the phone and start her day; I picked up my book. Uh huh. I read. In traffic. One lady smiled at me when she noticed. I averaged about a good 4 pages before moving an inch in traffic.
Did I mention I finished 'Love Walked In'? and...I LOVE IT. Yep - you are so getting one as a gift if you know me. Word. The last chapter and I was in tears. It was speaking right to me so much I had to pause and take a breath every paragraph. I just have to tell you one thing and I'm not spoiling it - but in that last chapter the way Cornelia describes love, I was moved so much I've been re-reading it every night. Preach!
But guess what I started and is so much fun?
Stephanie Klein's Straight Up and Dirty.
HILARIOUS and oh so very TRUE.
I don't even know how to set up describing the book to you guys. But I can tell you this - she is a badass. Word. And I've been sneaking in little reads at every free moment I have: while my work computer starts up each day; when my boss is in meetings; at solo lunches; in traffic (just this morning); and before bed.
It's good times. Go get it.
Back to this...because that road was closed all day long, I left work early. YIPPEE. And come to find out the road was just closed in the right lane...ha ha ha.
I got home and instead of watching Oprah, I ran. Before I ran. I texted Cowboy to see what he was up to.
"Trying to kill time before work. Thinking about going to Target"
A boy killing time at Target? He so has me smitten. HELLO. He then asked what I was up to and I told him I was about to go running.
(backstory: 2 weeks ago right before we hooked up, in one of those conversations, I told him the route I run every morning)
He asked me if I was taking my morning route for an evening run. Yes, I was. Then I ran.
OK - is it just Dallas but why are there so many dead birds on the ground? I'm seeing dead baby birds, fallen eggs from trees, and dead mature adult birds. WTF?
So I'm running and I won't lie to y'all I so thought how cool would it be if Cowboy showed?
Uhmmm...
How cool was it when he did? Uh-huh! With cold SEI water in tow. (And SEI is so becoming my fave. Watch out, Fiji!
He has to work tonight so it was a quick how do you do walk for us. But still...Cute!
Yeah, I'm smiling and it's good.
Thursday, June 28
Wednesday, June 27
Bringing Back After School Specials
A couple weeks ago, me and AP were discussing the state of kids television today. One, Saturday morning cartoons are pretty much not the same as the ones we grew up with. Remember how a whole block of cartoons would take you from 7AM to at least noon - when your parents would make you get dressed and help out on the yard work? Remember?
Two - what happened to After School Specials?
That topic popped back up again, tonight at one of my events. We benefited a school supply drive. I am so proud and happy to announce that our left over food is going to some very needy kids. So needy that their only meal is the free one they receive at school during the day. I was so heartbroken that that crap happens just around the corner from Southlake - for you guys who know Southlake, drop your jaws. For those who don't - Southlake is pretty much one of the most affluent towns in Dallas.
Anyways - can you believe that After School Specials no longer have a market? What. The?
Seriously I think I learned how to be more tolerant and open because of After School Specials. Where else did we learn how to stay clear of peer pressure, cigarettes and drugs? Or learn that the kids in special ed are just like you and me? And no matter what color you are - you are still human?
Come. On.
Maybe this why kids today are what they are. Bring back the specials! I beg of ABC - Disney. If for anything as a PSA or something? Can't they produce it for free for the greater good of kid kind?
So I'm starting a campaign and don't laugh at me, tomorrow I'm drafting a letter to whomever to bring it back.
Two - what happened to After School Specials?
That topic popped back up again, tonight at one of my events. We benefited a school supply drive. I am so proud and happy to announce that our left over food is going to some very needy kids. So needy that their only meal is the free one they receive at school during the day. I was so heartbroken that that crap happens just around the corner from Southlake - for you guys who know Southlake, drop your jaws. For those who don't - Southlake is pretty much one of the most affluent towns in Dallas.
Anyways - can you believe that After School Specials no longer have a market? What. The?
Seriously I think I learned how to be more tolerant and open because of After School Specials. Where else did we learn how to stay clear of peer pressure, cigarettes and drugs? Or learn that the kids in special ed are just like you and me? And no matter what color you are - you are still human?
Come. On.
Maybe this why kids today are what they are. Bring back the specials! I beg of ABC - Disney. If for anything as a PSA or something? Can't they produce it for free for the greater good of kid kind?
So I'm starting a campaign and don't laugh at me, tomorrow I'm drafting a letter to whomever to bring it back.
Tuesday, June 26
It's Not Just About the Sex
It’s not all bedroom activity between the cowboy and I. I know I’ve been painting that picture for y’all – but we do have some concrete moments - not on the rooftop – and out of the bed
Sunday, we spent the entire day together. Once we were both awake and hungry, he suggested brunch.
He SUGGESTED.
(I used to have to beg (Not So) Incredible to take me to brunch because ‘brunches were for girls and girl talk’)
Again – we had the best conversations ever while eating. The boy is pretty much amazing in all that he has done in life and where he’s been. And I laugh. And he laughs harder. Then while enjoying a bloody mary, he asked if I could be his for the rest of the Sunday suggesting we rent a movie and spend the day on my couch. I said, yes.
The day was just filled with so many highs for me.
He holds my hand while he walks slightly in front of me – leading me on the sidewalks as if he is a caveman and I’m what he captured. I very much like being led in that way.
He was playfully affectionate with me as we browsed Blockbuster – we were like a couple of kids that couldn't get their hands off each other. I cannot remember if anyone else was in the store or much less in line with us.
During the walk back to my apartment, a walk that usually takes 10 minutes took us half an hour or so, due to us stopping every block while he stole kisses from me – on the street, in public, with the sun shining hard upon us. I am such a nerd because it’s these moments that have me crushed.
That fool I was with before, (Not So) Incredible wouldn’t dare, let me say that again, the fool I was with before wouldn’t dare do any of the above. Any of it. And I was the fool that was led to believe, by him, that public affection was taboo. Amazing how one fool can totally squash your ideas of romance. But that same fool, that very same fool was also the one that came into my mind a little later in the evening.
Cowboy was laying next to me talking – what about, I cannot remember, but while he was talking all I could think about is how mature and confident he sounded. How he made his points eloquently and with no doubts. He wasn’t trying to impress me by exaggerating; he was simply stating his life to me – no excuses, no regrets, no Debbie Downer syndrome in any of his sagas.
(Not So) Incredible?
Most all conversations that I can remember was full of ‘woe is me’; ‘my childhood sucked’; ‘my job sucks’; ‘I need to go back to school’ – blah blah blah. He wasn’t a complainer; he just told stories with a huge underlying, ‘boo hoo’ and he never did anything to wipe his slate clean and change his complaints. It was as if life's curve balls were only handed to him and he never did anything about it. You want to go back to school? Enroll and shut up about it. To this day he still says it - it's been two years...do it already or get over it.
And I think I was a huge victim of his pity crash parties. I listened to him and soaked in his negative outlook – as positive as I was and reached out solutions to him.
Cowboy?
The boy’s past sounds like one big backcountry poorly produced trailer trash hick soap opera with the saddest country song as his soundtrack. And he has no embarrassment for it.
He is all ‘it is what it is, I grew up where I did’ but ‘I did something about it’ and ‘changed the situation’.
Do you have any idea what a breath of fresh fucking air that is?
Its like an exhale at the top of some mountain – where the air is only fresh and not stagnant with ‘woe is me’.
And Cowboy? 27 years old. (Not So) Incredible is 34.
It’s a difference of 7 years and if I had each of them saying something in each of my ears – I’d guess Cowboy to be the elder of the two. I’d guess Cowboy to be the more educated, the one who came from a middle class background and grew up attending private schools. Not the other way around.
The comparisons do not stop there.
How is it that I was blown away last night when I called Cowboy and he picked up on the first ring? And he was at the bar with some friends.
FIRST RING. AT THE BAR?
And then he invited me to come and join them? What the F? How can this be? Do you see how bad I’ve had it (or how stupid I was) in the last relationship? It’s opening my eyes very wide. (Not So) Incredible? Never. Ever. Ever. Are you kidding me? At the bar, meant I didn’t exist. His friends with him meant that his phone wasn’t even a thought. Him being out without me surely meant out of sight out of mind. And it definitely did not mean an invitation to be out with him knowing his friends.
I don’t even know where this is going with Cowboy but he can for sure be thanked for letting me see what I had in the past is not what I want in the future.
Monday, June 25
Better Than Dessert
Yep - that's me, straight from Cowboy's mouth. I'm sure that's the biggest 'get in your pants' line ever used and I am proud to say it works.
Saturday night after some serious heavy drinking and me being heavily petted by a girl. YES. I don't know what her problem was but I was seriously feeling like she wanted in my pants. She kept grabbing my ass - and not a cute pat on the butt grab but a full on lets get it on grab! Anyways after all that mess, we met Cowboy and his friends out. I have to admit I do remember him being very excited to see me. As in full on make out session at the bar, in front of a lot of peeps type of make out session.
He and I walked back to his apartment - where apparently half the bar was as well. There were way too many people in that apartment, that's all I have to say about that. Way too many. I came up with the idea to go hang out at his pool. He suggested the hot tub. My drunk self, at the time, said, "Sure".
Problem: I didn't bring my bathing suit. I am so not the type of girl to just skivvy in a hot tub in panties and a bra. And I was wearing my most favorite bra - it was definitely not getting into a hot tub.
My sober self, at that moment, was more than overjoyed when the hot tub was not working. Cowboy then suggested we go to the rooftop.
OK!
Up there, I swear to ya'll is the best panoramic view of Dallas. The Best that I've seen. I was enamoured with it. You know how I love my skyline, so this was a treat that he had no idea that I was just overjoyed with.
Show me a great view of this city and it seems I'll do anything. ANYTHING.
We started to make out. Oh and I probably need to describe this rooftop to y'all. It's just a roof with the exhaust pipes blowing out air, flat floor, and a rail that perimeters the entire rooftop.
So...we're making out. Drunk. Clothes start coming off - one by one; piece by piece. Things are going into our mouths. The railing becomes a ballet bar?
And yeah, we are doing it. On the roof. Dallas as my backdrop.
I am so not the type of girl to be doing this. HELLO. I didn't want to get into the hot tub in my underwear - but hey, rooftop, skyline, and suddenly I'm Hooch. E. Mama.
But it doesn't end there. What kind of story would this be if I didn't get caught?
Mid - position of something, Cowboy tells me to stop. I am such a ding dong - that I think 'stop' means, 'oh yeah, keep it coming'. When his stop became a physical pull out and stop, I looked up and there about 10 feet away from us was his doorman.
The doorman! Let's just say I am never entering his building through the front lobby. Ever.
The next few moments were so slow-mo because 1. I've gotten dressed a lot quicker in my day and 2. It was pitch black up there and I wore black panties, bra, and shorts. Let's just say, I could not find them to save my life. I basically yelled my head off for him to find my bra, STAT. Because seriously, I was not leaving without my most favorite bra. I don't care if it was my dad staring at us. You find a good bra, especially at my size, you keep that bra. You hold onto it and never let it go. You only hand wash it in the most delicate of delicate detergents that costs $12 a mini bottle. Seriously.
I wasn't leaving without my bra.
Safely back in his apartment, away from the after party noise. Cowboy pondered and said, "Do you think there was a video camera up there? Why would the doorman come up to the roof, at that moment?"
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
If anyone should see a freaking video circulating the internet of 2 people doing it on a rooftop - contact me immediately. You'll know it's me because of the badass view of downtown Dallas in the background.
Saturday night after some serious heavy drinking and me being heavily petted by a girl. YES. I don't know what her problem was but I was seriously feeling like she wanted in my pants. She kept grabbing my ass - and not a cute pat on the butt grab but a full on lets get it on grab! Anyways after all that mess, we met Cowboy and his friends out. I have to admit I do remember him being very excited to see me. As in full on make out session at the bar, in front of a lot of peeps type of make out session.
He and I walked back to his apartment - where apparently half the bar was as well. There were way too many people in that apartment, that's all I have to say about that. Way too many. I came up with the idea to go hang out at his pool. He suggested the hot tub. My drunk self, at the time, said, "Sure".
Problem: I didn't bring my bathing suit. I am so not the type of girl to just skivvy in a hot tub in panties and a bra. And I was wearing my most favorite bra - it was definitely not getting into a hot tub.
My sober self, at that moment, was more than overjoyed when the hot tub was not working. Cowboy then suggested we go to the rooftop.
OK!
Up there, I swear to ya'll is the best panoramic view of Dallas. The Best that I've seen. I was enamoured with it. You know how I love my skyline, so this was a treat that he had no idea that I was just overjoyed with.
Show me a great view of this city and it seems I'll do anything. ANYTHING.
We started to make out. Oh and I probably need to describe this rooftop to y'all. It's just a roof with the exhaust pipes blowing out air, flat floor, and a rail that perimeters the entire rooftop.
So...we're making out. Drunk. Clothes start coming off - one by one; piece by piece. Things are going into our mouths. The railing becomes a ballet bar?
And yeah, we are doing it. On the roof. Dallas as my backdrop.
I am so not the type of girl to be doing this. HELLO. I didn't want to get into the hot tub in my underwear - but hey, rooftop, skyline, and suddenly I'm Hooch. E. Mama.
But it doesn't end there. What kind of story would this be if I didn't get caught?
Mid - position of something, Cowboy tells me to stop. I am such a ding dong - that I think 'stop' means, 'oh yeah, keep it coming'. When his stop became a physical pull out and stop, I looked up and there about 10 feet away from us was his doorman.
The doorman! Let's just say I am never entering his building through the front lobby. Ever.
The next few moments were so slow-mo because 1. I've gotten dressed a lot quicker in my day and 2. It was pitch black up there and I wore black panties, bra, and shorts. Let's just say, I could not find them to save my life. I basically yelled my head off for him to find my bra, STAT. Because seriously, I was not leaving without my most favorite bra. I don't care if it was my dad staring at us. You find a good bra, especially at my size, you keep that bra. You hold onto it and never let it go. You only hand wash it in the most delicate of delicate detergents that costs $12 a mini bottle. Seriously.
I wasn't leaving without my bra.
Safely back in his apartment, away from the after party noise. Cowboy pondered and said, "Do you think there was a video camera up there? Why would the doorman come up to the roof, at that moment?"
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
If anyone should see a freaking video circulating the internet of 2 people doing it on a rooftop - contact me immediately. You'll know it's me because of the badass view of downtown Dallas in the background.
Wednesday, June 20
My Excuse is it was Our Third Date
We did it. And in this case 'it' means IT.
If you want to hear all the sappy details, keep reading, if not, that's the news.
May I add that I love that on the Tropicana cranberry juice bottle it clearly states how it's a smart choice because cranberries help maintain urinary tract health. But can they shoot into me as an IV? Because cranberry juice tastes horrible.
Yeah - we did IT. That also means we kissed. And it was so worth the wait.
We met at my favorite neighborhood burger place for a bloody mary and a burger. Yeah - not just for breakfasts those bloody marys. After the Ramos Fizz incident - I was needing that cocktail to restore my faith in the morning cocktail.
After dinner we walked around the neighborhood and stopped into another bar for more drinks. I think this is when I was at my drunkest (and thank goodness we were both walking) because at this time I had 4 drinks in me and was feeling, how can we say it: brave?
It was then that my drunk self saw opportunity and invited him back to my place which was three blocks away, so he could 'see this magazine article I told him about. Yeah. Riiiiiiiight.
Once inside my apartment, I poured us some wine and we settled in for a conversation. Our conversations lasted until 4am. And don't think I wasn't sitting as close to him as I possibly could batting my eyelashes and licking my lips all the while trying to look sexy on my couch ( I think the whole Flashdance bra removal maneuver entered my mind for consideration).
Who talks for over 4 hours when there is wine, a tipsy girl, and a big huge bed in the next room? WHO? I was so convinced at around 3am that he and I would just be friends or he just wasn't into me. Seriously. Take any of my platonic guy friends put them in his place and yes, we'd have been making out by midnight. (all but BFF, I am sure)
Finally around 4:00am, when I had given up and was back to sober - the boy leaned in and kissed me. And if I could explain the rockets and fireworks that were sparked I would - but I guess I just did, so moving on.I just had to ask him why he waited so long to kiss me. His answer, "this was the best conversation I've had I didn't want it to end but I've been dying to kiss you" HOLLA.
His sweet nothings whispered in my ear didn't stop there, he just kept telling me more and more, then suddenly I was putty in his hands. The kisses lead us to the bedroom and there were more rockets and fireworks. No, no it was freaking dynamite! For real, y'all. I'm not one to sex and speak but I could go on and on about how wonderful it was and how it was the best yet in a really long time and how he kept telling me how much he liked me and how lucky he was that he was where he was at that moment and how everything he said and did was singsong to me.
And if you are doing the math, my friends, that means I didn't get to sleep until 5:30/6:00am. And yes, I had to be at work the next day. It was so very much worth it. Every time I felt my heavy eyelids closing at the office, a fantastic pop up memory from the night before would jolt me back into action. I just love those kind of pop up memories.
Naturally where there were all those positives - there were some negatives. Let me preface by saying, I am one of the most open minded people I know. What I am about to disclose would turn others away and possibly my 23 year old self away from this guy. For some odd reason, my mind and smitten self do not mind at all.
Where to begin? Are you ready? Here we go.
1. He has a tattoo. Not just normal size tattoo. The biggest tattoo I've ever seen. It's on his outer leg, starts at the knee and ends at his sock line. Isn't that HUGE? Or is that just me? I'm thinking any ink on you that is bigger than a cookie screams bad boy to the bone, no?
2. He never went to high school. Uh huh. I nearly dropped off the barstool when he told me that one. He was home taught and then at the 8th grade age, his parents decided it was time for him to go work and work he did. As he grew up, he realized he needed his GED and a college degree, so he turned that around. Holey moley - this guy never experienced any of that high school drama we had to go through and the more I think about it the better off he sounds to me.
3. He was married. This is probably the most shocking, but hey, what can you do? It is what it is. It's not like I've never dated a divorcee before.
There it is. I like him. That’s it.
I like the conversations we have and his life stories he has told so far. I kinda like the tattoo and maybe I like the idea that he has been married before. I don’t really see it as used goods as most people would. I definitely liked the dynamite, fireworks, and rockets. Yes, I would say I really liked the rockets.
If you want to hear all the sappy details, keep reading, if not, that's the news.
May I add that I love that on the Tropicana cranberry juice bottle it clearly states how it's a smart choice because cranberries help maintain urinary tract health. But can they shoot into me as an IV? Because cranberry juice tastes horrible.
Yeah - we did IT. That also means we kissed. And it was so worth the wait.
We met at my favorite neighborhood burger place for a bloody mary and a burger. Yeah - not just for breakfasts those bloody marys. After the Ramos Fizz incident - I was needing that cocktail to restore my faith in the morning cocktail.
After dinner we walked around the neighborhood and stopped into another bar for more drinks. I think this is when I was at my drunkest (and thank goodness we were both walking) because at this time I had 4 drinks in me and was feeling, how can we say it: brave?
It was then that my drunk self saw opportunity and invited him back to my place which was three blocks away, so he could 'see this magazine article I told him about. Yeah. Riiiiiiiight.
Once inside my apartment, I poured us some wine and we settled in for a conversation. Our conversations lasted until 4am. And don't think I wasn't sitting as close to him as I possibly could batting my eyelashes and licking my lips all the while trying to look sexy on my couch ( I think the whole Flashdance bra removal maneuver entered my mind for consideration).
Who talks for over 4 hours when there is wine, a tipsy girl, and a big huge bed in the next room? WHO? I was so convinced at around 3am that he and I would just be friends or he just wasn't into me. Seriously. Take any of my platonic guy friends put them in his place and yes, we'd have been making out by midnight. (all but BFF, I am sure)
Finally around 4:00am, when I had given up and was back to sober - the boy leaned in and kissed me. And if I could explain the rockets and fireworks that were sparked I would - but I guess I just did, so moving on.I just had to ask him why he waited so long to kiss me. His answer, "this was the best conversation I've had I didn't want it to end but I've been dying to kiss you" HOLLA.
His sweet nothings whispered in my ear didn't stop there, he just kept telling me more and more, then suddenly I was putty in his hands. The kisses lead us to the bedroom and there were more rockets and fireworks. No, no it was freaking dynamite! For real, y'all. I'm not one to sex and speak but I could go on and on about how wonderful it was and how it was the best yet in a really long time and how he kept telling me how much he liked me and how lucky he was that he was where he was at that moment and how everything he said and did was singsong to me.
And if you are doing the math, my friends, that means I didn't get to sleep until 5:30/6:00am. And yes, I had to be at work the next day. It was so very much worth it. Every time I felt my heavy eyelids closing at the office, a fantastic pop up memory from the night before would jolt me back into action. I just love those kind of pop up memories.
Naturally where there were all those positives - there were some negatives. Let me preface by saying, I am one of the most open minded people I know. What I am about to disclose would turn others away and possibly my 23 year old self away from this guy. For some odd reason, my mind and smitten self do not mind at all.
Where to begin? Are you ready? Here we go.
1. He has a tattoo. Not just normal size tattoo. The biggest tattoo I've ever seen. It's on his outer leg, starts at the knee and ends at his sock line. Isn't that HUGE? Or is that just me? I'm thinking any ink on you that is bigger than a cookie screams bad boy to the bone, no?
2. He never went to high school. Uh huh. I nearly dropped off the barstool when he told me that one. He was home taught and then at the 8th grade age, his parents decided it was time for him to go work and work he did. As he grew up, he realized he needed his GED and a college degree, so he turned that around. Holey moley - this guy never experienced any of that high school drama we had to go through and the more I think about it the better off he sounds to me.
3. He was married. This is probably the most shocking, but hey, what can you do? It is what it is. It's not like I've never dated a divorcee before.
There it is. I like him. That’s it.
I like the conversations we have and his life stories he has told so far. I kinda like the tattoo and maybe I like the idea that he has been married before. I don’t really see it as used goods as most people would. I definitely liked the dynamite, fireworks, and rockets. Yes, I would say I really liked the rockets.
Tuesday, June 19
Going Back to Cali
I just simply heart San Francisco. It is wonderful. Yep - that's how I describe that city: wonderful.
This past week my company hosted a few events in Northern California. Since the events began on Thursday and ended Friday - I could not waste the simple fact that I was so close to the wonderfulness.
My good friend E is getting married and I'm the Maid of Honor. Never have met any of the other bridal party, it was the perfect weekend for good old girl fun.
We shopped. We ate. And we drank. Boy did we ever. And Miss Kate even met up with us for some brunch and yes, more drinking.
It was that more drinking that did me in.
I love breakfast food. More than breakfast food I love a breakfast cocktail. How else can you really excuse drinking hard liquor before noon? Mimosas and bloody marys were all I knew for the a.m. cocktail...until Sunday.
I tried a Ramos Fizz. And the Ramos Fizz tried me.
I was on my 5th one when I decided to ask what was in the drink. First, let me tell you it tastes exactly like an orange julius and I haven't had one of those since middle school, how could I turn up frothy O.J?
Well, when the OJ in question contains run, cointreau, orange juice, nutmeg, and an egg.
Yes - an egg.
But wait that's when I looked down at my brunch platter of the already finished entree of eggs Benedict covered in hollaindaise sauce.
The word egg flipped my stomach over. Let's count this - there are at least 7 semi- cooked/ raw eggs in my stomach.
And I'm drunk.
And I'm getting on a plane in less than 2 hours.
Hungover on a plane (with no entertainment!) is not fun at all.
*Ooh and since I'm in the mood for sharing - Cowboy and I talked on the phone for a little over 3 hours Thursday night when I holed up in the hotel room ;)
This past week my company hosted a few events in Northern California. Since the events began on Thursday and ended Friday - I could not waste the simple fact that I was so close to the wonderfulness.
My good friend E is getting married and I'm the Maid of Honor. Never have met any of the other bridal party, it was the perfect weekend for good old girl fun.
We shopped. We ate. And we drank. Boy did we ever. And Miss Kate even met up with us for some brunch and yes, more drinking.
It was that more drinking that did me in.
I love breakfast food. More than breakfast food I love a breakfast cocktail. How else can you really excuse drinking hard liquor before noon? Mimosas and bloody marys were all I knew for the a.m. cocktail...until Sunday.
I tried a Ramos Fizz. And the Ramos Fizz tried me.
I was on my 5th one when I decided to ask what was in the drink. First, let me tell you it tastes exactly like an orange julius and I haven't had one of those since middle school, how could I turn up frothy O.J?
Well, when the OJ in question contains run, cointreau, orange juice, nutmeg, and an egg.
Yes - an egg.
But wait that's when I looked down at my brunch platter of the already finished entree of eggs Benedict covered in hollaindaise sauce.
The word egg flipped my stomach over. Let's count this - there are at least 7 semi- cooked/ raw eggs in my stomach.
And I'm drunk.
And I'm getting on a plane in less than 2 hours.
Hungover on a plane (with no entertainment!) is not fun at all.
*Ooh and since I'm in the mood for sharing - Cowboy and I talked on the phone for a little over 3 hours Thursday night when I holed up in the hotel room ;)
Monday, June 11
7 (Crazy) Things About Me
Julie Q tagged me - and you can also blame her for my addiction to wedding planning sites. Uh huh. You see that list there, that's more hours out of my work week this week, hee hee. LOVE it.
Each player starts with 7 random facts/habits about themselves. People who are tagged need to write their own blog with their 7 things as well as these rules. You need to tag 7 others and list their names on your blog. Remember to leave a comment for them letting them know they have been tagged and to read your blog.My 7s.
1. My favorite song ever is “I Need to Know” by Marc Anthony. I’ve been playing it a lot lately due to recent events including BFF. But what you should know is that I love the English version but the Spanish version rocks my world. Shakes my core rocks my world. I love it so much. “Dimelo” - download it, listen to it, and come back to me. I think its all about the passionate wanting of someone so bad - it just sounds better and more passionate in Spanish.
2. I‘m addicted to buying candles. And I‘m a sucker for buying candles. I have to forbid myself from entering Pier 1 Imports, it is that bad. It wouldn‘t be so bad if I could refrain from lighting all of them and not saving them. As soon as I buy a candle - which could be at least once a week - I run home to light it because gosh darn it my house will smell yummy and of fresh linen.
3. Lately I’ve been thinking about death way too much. The thought has brought me to uncontrollable shakes and anxiety attacks. I knew it was bad when I detoured my morning run last week to run by the cemetery and I caught a glance of tombstone of someone who died at the age of 38. I kid you not, I had a panic on the sidewalk. Moving on…
4. If you are going to accompany me to a movie, be prepared to fully dissect the movie, the characters, the plot, and the director‘s vision when the credits roll up. I am a movie discusser. I can talk about a film for as long as the film was. 2 hour movie - 2 hour discussion breaking down each scene. No joke.
5. My mother calls me way too much. About nothing. She calls me up to four times a day. I swear to you last week she called me just to tell me that her 8 minute commute took her 5 minutes that day. Seriously. She is either getting really old or really starved for conversation. Either one of those scare me to death (ooh let‘s not go there, again).
6. I think I’m the only one in America who liked the Soprano’s ending.
7. I kid you not, I talk to myself. I live alone, what can I say. I’ll be watching TV and think something is funny or unbelievable and will say it out loud to myself - and sometimes, scary, I answer back. Or I’ll be getting dressed and talk to myself while doing so. Or washing dishes -yep, conversation with myself. The silence in my apartment could drive someone crazy. Or maybe it already has…
I’m tagging: Bev, Swishy, Texas Cinderella, Beth, CruiserMel, Sarah, and Twisted Panties
Each player starts with 7 random facts/habits about themselves. People who are tagged need to write their own blog with their 7 things as well as these rules. You need to tag 7 others and list their names on your blog. Remember to leave a comment for them letting them know they have been tagged and to read your blog.My 7s.
1. My favorite song ever is “I Need to Know” by Marc Anthony. I’ve been playing it a lot lately due to recent events including BFF. But what you should know is that I love the English version but the Spanish version rocks my world. Shakes my core rocks my world. I love it so much. “Dimelo” - download it, listen to it, and come back to me. I think its all about the passionate wanting of someone so bad - it just sounds better and more passionate in Spanish.
2. I‘m addicted to buying candles. And I‘m a sucker for buying candles. I have to forbid myself from entering Pier 1 Imports, it is that bad. It wouldn‘t be so bad if I could refrain from lighting all of them and not saving them. As soon as I buy a candle - which could be at least once a week - I run home to light it because gosh darn it my house will smell yummy and of fresh linen.
3. Lately I’ve been thinking about death way too much. The thought has brought me to uncontrollable shakes and anxiety attacks. I knew it was bad when I detoured my morning run last week to run by the cemetery and I caught a glance of tombstone of someone who died at the age of 38. I kid you not, I had a panic on the sidewalk. Moving on…
4. If you are going to accompany me to a movie, be prepared to fully dissect the movie, the characters, the plot, and the director‘s vision when the credits roll up. I am a movie discusser. I can talk about a film for as long as the film was. 2 hour movie - 2 hour discussion breaking down each scene. No joke.
5. My mother calls me way too much. About nothing. She calls me up to four times a day. I swear to you last week she called me just to tell me that her 8 minute commute took her 5 minutes that day. Seriously. She is either getting really old or really starved for conversation. Either one of those scare me to death (ooh let‘s not go there, again).
6. I think I’m the only one in America who liked the Soprano’s ending.
7. I kid you not, I talk to myself. I live alone, what can I say. I’ll be watching TV and think something is funny or unbelievable and will say it out loud to myself - and sometimes, scary, I answer back. Or I’ll be getting dressed and talk to myself while doing so. Or washing dishes -yep, conversation with myself. The silence in my apartment could drive someone crazy. Or maybe it already has…
I’m tagging: Bev, Swishy, Texas Cinderella, Beth, CruiserMel, Sarah, and Twisted Panties
Sunday, June 10
Date Dos
You know that feeling when you first start dating someone and you can barely remember what they look like because you've only seen them once or a couple of times? That feeling where you are anxious because you cannot wait to see their face again? To me, it's a build up of odd emotions - its a kind of like but you're not sure what it is. OK - I have that feeling, whatever you call it.
Cowboy* (I think thats going to be his blog name) and I met for a quick drink before he had to go to work. His shifts are at night and he noted that he wanted to see me.
*he listens to country music, used to rope cattle, drives an F-150 truck: it just screams Cowboy to me and that ain't bad
This time we were more relaxed and more open and more funny.
In all the dates that I've had and the boyfriends - never once have I brought someone to tears by my jokes until last night.
I can't remember what I said because there were lots of jokes piled onto each other. At one point he was tearing. Am I that funny? He seemed to think so.
Our conversation was never without laughter. It wasn't due to the margaritas. We were just fun. I liked that.
Still no kiss. Is this odd now? We did have to do our goodbye on a busy sidewalk. He asked where I was parked, to walk me back to my car, but I walked over and was planning some late afternoon shopping so I was walking some more in the other direction of him. Our goodbye had to be on the crowded sidewalk, so it was quick hug and he kissed my neck. I think it was more of a nuzzle than a kiss. I was like 'ooh' over it and 'try that once again, a little higher, dear' about it.
Before I thought it was cute. Now he is sporting a goatee - which personally I think is HOT especially since he has the shaved head to match. Holla. I can't think of what celebrity he looks like so you'll just have to do with that description for now, until I figure it out. (ooh I just thought of something - shaved head, goatee, cowboy hat - how hot would that be? do you think it'd be too much if I asked him if he could wear a cowboy hat next time I see him?)
We made plans to meet up again next Monday. 1. I'm calling in sick to work that day. Not because of him but because its one of my good friend's last day in Dallas, so I may just be too much of a mess to even see him. 2. He is dying to try what I think are the best burgers in Dallas. 3. He wants my opinion on a shopping trip to the mall - Texas Cinderella - you need to throw some shopping with boys pointers my way :)
We will see...
Cowboy* (I think thats going to be his blog name) and I met for a quick drink before he had to go to work. His shifts are at night and he noted that he wanted to see me.
*he listens to country music, used to rope cattle, drives an F-150 truck: it just screams Cowboy to me and that ain't bad
This time we were more relaxed and more open and more funny.
In all the dates that I've had and the boyfriends - never once have I brought someone to tears by my jokes until last night.
I can't remember what I said because there were lots of jokes piled onto each other. At one point he was tearing. Am I that funny? He seemed to think so.
Our conversation was never without laughter. It wasn't due to the margaritas. We were just fun. I liked that.
Still no kiss. Is this odd now? We did have to do our goodbye on a busy sidewalk. He asked where I was parked, to walk me back to my car, but I walked over and was planning some late afternoon shopping so I was walking some more in the other direction of him. Our goodbye had to be on the crowded sidewalk, so it was quick hug and he kissed my neck. I think it was more of a nuzzle than a kiss. I was like 'ooh' over it and 'try that once again, a little higher, dear' about it.
Before I thought it was cute. Now he is sporting a goatee - which personally I think is HOT especially since he has the shaved head to match. Holla. I can't think of what celebrity he looks like so you'll just have to do with that description for now, until I figure it out. (ooh I just thought of something - shaved head, goatee, cowboy hat - how hot would that be? do you think it'd be too much if I asked him if he could wear a cowboy hat next time I see him?)
We made plans to meet up again next Monday. 1. I'm calling in sick to work that day. Not because of him but because its one of my good friend's last day in Dallas, so I may just be too much of a mess to even see him. 2. He is dying to try what I think are the best burgers in Dallas. 3. He wants my opinion on a shopping trip to the mall - Texas Cinderella - you need to throw some shopping with boys pointers my way :)
We will see...
Thursday, June 7
Style Me a Pretty Wedding
I am not engaged. Not even close. I don't have anyone I'm even remotely dating to make this justified in the least bit. The only excuse I have is that I plan semi-posh events for my stores. Oh, and I'm a girl.
Today I may have completely planned my wedding.
Let me explain.
I was searching the internet for invitation ideas. I found myself internet deep in the blogosphere's black hole when voila: Style Me Pretty
I found it at 12am, so I emailed the link to a couple of engaged people and Bev. I was too tired to peruse the site for all its worth.
An hour into work - Bev IM's me that she is loving the site. I jump online and second the opinion. After a quick minute of browsing I was done. Forget it. Lunch was so happening at my desk in front of all the cuteness of this site.
Two hours later, it was just known, I was not working the rest of the day. And I told co-workers that. (don't worry I can use the excuse of 'I'm looking for party ideas' if someone caught me) but then somewhere around 3:30; an uncontrolled shout left my mouth: "I'm getting married!"
That's how cute the site is. That's how inspired I was. That's how crazy I am.
This girl has it laid down good. Great ideas - an inspiration board - which I believe every girl I sent the link to is starting one of their own now. Yes - I forwarded the link to every girl I knew that would appreciate this. (and if you are a girl - married or not - you are so gonna love it)
Even my PR agency - people I don't know personally got this link.
Because gosh darnit when something is this good and this cute, you have to share.
Sugar cookie cake.
Favors wrapped in pretty packages.
Ruffled non-traditional dress.
Yellow bridesmaids' dresses with navy ribbon.
AND. AND. My favorite wine spot will host your wedding? Oh happy day! As soon as I discovered that, the theme of my 'wedding' became wine and cheese reception at a very late evening hour - say, 10pm-ish or later only serving wine and cheese in candle lit only rooms dressed in deep sultry colors. Can you see it? I can!
It's not just the ideas. It's her presentation of the ideas. Cute pictures, great layman termed advice, and oodles and oodles of yumminess all to do with weddings.
How could I work? Seriously.
I even ignored BFF for a teeny bit when he was on IM. I even ignored my ex's (the one in SA from MySpace) email. Didn't open it.
I was planning a wedding and could not be disturbed.
Now. You. GO!
You will not be disappointed.
Today I may have completely planned my wedding.
Let me explain.
I was searching the internet for invitation ideas. I found myself internet deep in the blogosphere's black hole when voila: Style Me Pretty
I found it at 12am, so I emailed the link to a couple of engaged people and Bev. I was too tired to peruse the site for all its worth.
An hour into work - Bev IM's me that she is loving the site. I jump online and second the opinion. After a quick minute of browsing I was done. Forget it. Lunch was so happening at my desk in front of all the cuteness of this site.
Two hours later, it was just known, I was not working the rest of the day. And I told co-workers that. (don't worry I can use the excuse of 'I'm looking for party ideas' if someone caught me) but then somewhere around 3:30; an uncontrolled shout left my mouth: "I'm getting married!"
That's how cute the site is. That's how inspired I was. That's how crazy I am.
This girl has it laid down good. Great ideas - an inspiration board - which I believe every girl I sent the link to is starting one of their own now. Yes - I forwarded the link to every girl I knew that would appreciate this. (and if you are a girl - married or not - you are so gonna love it)
Even my PR agency - people I don't know personally got this link.
Because gosh darnit when something is this good and this cute, you have to share.
Sugar cookie cake.
Favors wrapped in pretty packages.
Ruffled non-traditional dress.
Yellow bridesmaids' dresses with navy ribbon.
AND. AND. My favorite wine spot will host your wedding? Oh happy day! As soon as I discovered that, the theme of my 'wedding' became wine and cheese reception at a very late evening hour - say, 10pm-ish or later only serving wine and cheese in candle lit only rooms dressed in deep sultry colors. Can you see it? I can!
It's not just the ideas. It's her presentation of the ideas. Cute pictures, great layman termed advice, and oodles and oodles of yumminess all to do with weddings.
How could I work? Seriously.
I even ignored BFF for a teeny bit when he was on IM. I even ignored my ex's (the one in SA from MySpace) email. Didn't open it.
I was planning a wedding and could not be disturbed.
Now. You. GO!
You will not be disappointed.
Wednesday, June 6
Return of the Mack
What do want the good news or the good news?
Remember that guy who got me in Ghostbar?
Seems I made quite the impression on that one. First let me give you his stats, before we jump into this story.
He is 45. He is a VP at a very huge company. He is very tall and cute - for being 45 years old - which he doesn't look over 40 to me. And he has the best mixed CD, ever. (I don't think I shared that when we got into his car that Saturday night - the CD started with 'Return of the Mack' - uh huh, we were rollin') He talks in slang to be funny and I think it's funny. Hence, I think he was fun.
So...VP (as we shall call him) emailed me and asked me out to lunch. How could I say no, especially when lunch was to be at the Four Seasons Club. Holla! Ain't no stopping me.
We did lunch. And it was one of the best lunches ever. He just came back from a vacation in St. Bart's - where he partied with Miss US Virgin Islands (uhm hmm) and stayed at a bad ass house that his friend owns, right on the beach. He also sailed a boat around the island for a couple days - straight, never docking. The Chef came out and introduced himself to me, apparently VP is always there, he claims as a single man it is worthless to cook for just one person. Uhm hmm...
I found out he speaks 4 different languages - uh, that's right! He doesn't have any kids and never has been married. He also noted during lunch that his last girlfriend looked like me - I didn't know where to go with that one because out of the corner of my eye someone was distracting me - FERGIE.
UHM HMM.
Fergie was all up in it. Minus Josh. Crap!
The lunch date went very well, I'd say. It ended in no kisses - seriously who kisses on a first date during the middle of the day at the Four Seasons Club? Not me.
So...can I handle a sugar daddy? That is the question. I'll get back to y'all with an answer.
In other news...are you ready for this? Really ready?
That blind date boy? The one that said I wouldn't hear from him for a week?
Yeah. Riiight.
It's been less than a week and homeboy (or Cowboy) called me and asked me out for this Saturday. Word.
Date Dos is on.
BFF? BFF?
Can you hear me??
Remember that guy who got me in Ghostbar?
Seems I made quite the impression on that one. First let me give you his stats, before we jump into this story.
He is 45. He is a VP at a very huge company. He is very tall and cute - for being 45 years old - which he doesn't look over 40 to me. And he has the best mixed CD, ever. (I don't think I shared that when we got into his car that Saturday night - the CD started with 'Return of the Mack' - uh huh, we were rollin') He talks in slang to be funny and I think it's funny. Hence, I think he was fun.
So...VP (as we shall call him) emailed me and asked me out to lunch. How could I say no, especially when lunch was to be at the Four Seasons Club. Holla! Ain't no stopping me.
We did lunch. And it was one of the best lunches ever. He just came back from a vacation in St. Bart's - where he partied with Miss US Virgin Islands (uhm hmm) and stayed at a bad ass house that his friend owns, right on the beach. He also sailed a boat around the island for a couple days - straight, never docking. The Chef came out and introduced himself to me, apparently VP is always there, he claims as a single man it is worthless to cook for just one person. Uhm hmm...
I found out he speaks 4 different languages - uh, that's right! He doesn't have any kids and never has been married. He also noted during lunch that his last girlfriend looked like me - I didn't know where to go with that one because out of the corner of my eye someone was distracting me - FERGIE.
UHM HMM.
Fergie was all up in it. Minus Josh. Crap!
The lunch date went very well, I'd say. It ended in no kisses - seriously who kisses on a first date during the middle of the day at the Four Seasons Club? Not me.
So...can I handle a sugar daddy? That is the question. I'll get back to y'all with an answer.
In other news...are you ready for this? Really ready?
That blind date boy? The one that said I wouldn't hear from him for a week?
Yeah. Riiight.
It's been less than a week and homeboy (or Cowboy) called me and asked me out for this Saturday. Word.
Date Dos is on.
BFF? BFF?
Can you hear me??
Tuesday, June 5
GASP!!
Not everyone likes the same things that everyone else likes. And I think that's what makes the world go 'round. So why is it when you mention, something or someone that is very popular in the like department, but you don't likey so much, people give you this horrified GASP?
Awhile back I saw a post on Midwest Grrl mentioning this very exact phenomenon. She listed her dislikes particularly dealing in the area that the common folk usually like. Today at lunch I mentioned to a coworker a particular celebrity that I didn't like and she was mortified. She kept asking me why and then went on and told everyone she could - as if I told her I hated cute little babies or something. You could have swore I had rabies just for the mention.
So I decided to list them out for you - all the celebrities I do not like against popular demand. Here they are listed in order: extreme dislike to least disliked:
1. Keira Knightly. (GASP!!)
I just don't like her. I never did and I don't see myself turning any time soon. I don't think she's pretty. I don't think Pride & Prejudice was the best ever because of her. I just don't like her.
2. Halle Berry. (GASP!!)
I think she is so conceited. Since she won that Oscar - I just get this vibe from her, that she thinks she is God's gift now that she was the 1st Black Actress to win that Lead Actress category. Yes - huge step for the peeps. Not so much Halle - what has she done since that is so great? Catwoman? We'll move on.
3. Jennifer Aniston. (GASP!!)
And this was the mention at lunch today. I don't like her. I don't like her hair. I don't like her all-American girl attitude wearing her jeans and tee shirt allover the place. I just need for her to do something edgy. And I'm not talking the 'Good Girl' or that other movie, what was it's name? The one she did with Clive Owen? I'll admit the only reason I watched, was Clive Owen.
4. Jennifer Garner. (GASP!!)
Ugh. I'll admit the baby is cute. And I think Jen is cute but there is something about her...
5. John Mayer. (GASP!!)
Yep. Don't like the music. Don't like him. He seems to think he is above it all as well - I think he needs to date Jennifer Aniston and when he finished with her, he can move on to Halle Barry.
6. Ben Affleck with Jennifer Garner. (GASP?!?!)
I like him solo, especially when he is on Bill Maher, but coupled with Jen - eh, she is bringing him down. But I loved him coupled with J. Lo.
7. Vanessa Minnilio (GASP!!)
Do I really need to explain this one to anyone?
8. Tobey Maguire. (GASP!!)
What is wrong with him? Is it just me or does he act so disturbed to be a celebrity?
That's it. There you have it. On the flip side of this post I also tend to really like celebrities that everyone else seems to hate (Oh my is there a pattern? Is it just me, going against the societal grain?)
And here is that list, in order, from most loved to least loved:
1. Jennifer Lopez.
Back off.
2. Angelina Jolie (GASP!!)
I don't care if she cheated with Brad or not. The woman is amazing. She speaks so eloquently about her passions (charities, government, and parenting) that it makes me sit in awe. Fo' real. Hate her all you want, the woman has done some amazing shit.
3. Nicole Ritchie. (GASP!!)
I think she is the F.U.N of Paris and Nicole and The Simple Life.
4. Tom Cruise.
Back off him, too. I still like him. I don't care what religion or God is devoted to, he will always be my homeboy. I just like him, I really do.
5. Lindsay Lohan. (GASP!!)
I think this girl has so much potential, I just wish she'd get there already. We all fuck up in life sometimes. I think she just seems like cool beans - when she's sober and not driving.
So...do you dare share yours? I promise we are an open minded blog and nobody will gasp at your choices of going against the popular vote. Who do you like/dislike that everyone else seems to have an opposite opinion of?
Awhile back I saw a post on Midwest Grrl mentioning this very exact phenomenon. She listed her dislikes particularly dealing in the area that the common folk usually like. Today at lunch I mentioned to a coworker a particular celebrity that I didn't like and she was mortified. She kept asking me why and then went on and told everyone she could - as if I told her I hated cute little babies or something. You could have swore I had rabies just for the mention.
So I decided to list them out for you - all the celebrities I do not like against popular demand. Here they are listed in order: extreme dislike to least disliked:
1. Keira Knightly. (GASP!!)
I just don't like her. I never did and I don't see myself turning any time soon. I don't think she's pretty. I don't think Pride & Prejudice was the best ever because of her. I just don't like her.
2. Halle Berry. (GASP!!)
I think she is so conceited. Since she won that Oscar - I just get this vibe from her, that she thinks she is God's gift now that she was the 1st Black Actress to win that Lead Actress category. Yes - huge step for the peeps. Not so much Halle - what has she done since that is so great? Catwoman? We'll move on.
3. Jennifer Aniston. (GASP!!)
And this was the mention at lunch today. I don't like her. I don't like her hair. I don't like her all-American girl attitude wearing her jeans and tee shirt allover the place. I just need for her to do something edgy. And I'm not talking the 'Good Girl' or that other movie, what was it's name? The one she did with Clive Owen? I'll admit the only reason I watched, was Clive Owen.
4. Jennifer Garner. (GASP!!)
Ugh. I'll admit the baby is cute. And I think Jen is cute but there is something about her...
5. John Mayer. (GASP!!)
Yep. Don't like the music. Don't like him. He seems to think he is above it all as well - I think he needs to date Jennifer Aniston and when he finished with her, he can move on to Halle Barry.
6. Ben Affleck with Jennifer Garner. (GASP?!?!)
I like him solo, especially when he is on Bill Maher, but coupled with Jen - eh, she is bringing him down. But I loved him coupled with J. Lo.
7. Vanessa Minnilio (GASP!!)
Do I really need to explain this one to anyone?
8. Tobey Maguire. (GASP!!)
What is wrong with him? Is it just me or does he act so disturbed to be a celebrity?
That's it. There you have it. On the flip side of this post I also tend to really like celebrities that everyone else seems to hate (Oh my is there a pattern? Is it just me, going against the societal grain?)
And here is that list, in order, from most loved to least loved:
1. Jennifer Lopez.
Back off.
2. Angelina Jolie (GASP!!)
I don't care if she cheated with Brad or not. The woman is amazing. She speaks so eloquently about her passions (charities, government, and parenting) that it makes me sit in awe. Fo' real. Hate her all you want, the woman has done some amazing shit.
3. Nicole Ritchie. (GASP!!)
I think she is the F.U.N of Paris and Nicole and The Simple Life.
4. Tom Cruise.
Back off him, too. I still like him. I don't care what religion or God is devoted to, he will always be my homeboy. I just like him, I really do.
5. Lindsay Lohan. (GASP!!)
I think this girl has so much potential, I just wish she'd get there already. We all fuck up in life sometimes. I think she just seems like cool beans - when she's sober and not driving.
So...do you dare share yours? I promise we are an open minded blog and nobody will gasp at your choices of going against the popular vote. Who do you like/dislike that everyone else seems to have an opposite opinion of?
Monday, June 4
Don't Drink & Bone
Oh...my...word.
"Knocked Up" is the funniest movie this year. Hands down. And I realize we are only halfway through 2007 but I feel so confident in my statement and this movie that I'm gonna give it: funniest movie of the year.
Funnier than "40 Year Old Virgin" and "Wedding Crashers" combined. No joke.
I think what made it more funny was the fact that it seemed exactly what really would happen if you found yourself preggers from a one night stand. And Paul Rudd.
whoa, wait.
Paul Rudd.
If you need a second reason to go; he is it. Yum. Yum. Yum.
And I missed the MTV Movie Awards - the one year I hear its awesome and my cable went out, due to yet, another Texas rainstorm. But it got me to the theater to watch "Knocked Up" so its all good.
And can I ask a tangent question?
Why is it that while driving in traffic - the people I obviously let into my line of traffic never wave back to me AND the ding dongs that insist on squeezing their boat of a car in the 2 inch space between me and the person in front of me always wave?
As if I had a choice buck-o. WTF is that about? Does that happen to you or is that just me and my Explorer?
"Knocked Up" is the funniest movie this year. Hands down. And I realize we are only halfway through 2007 but I feel so confident in my statement and this movie that I'm gonna give it: funniest movie of the year.
Funnier than "40 Year Old Virgin" and "Wedding Crashers" combined. No joke.
I think what made it more funny was the fact that it seemed exactly what really would happen if you found yourself preggers from a one night stand. And Paul Rudd.
whoa, wait.
Paul Rudd.
If you need a second reason to go; he is it. Yum. Yum. Yum.
And I missed the MTV Movie Awards - the one year I hear its awesome and my cable went out, due to yet, another Texas rainstorm. But it got me to the theater to watch "Knocked Up" so its all good.
And can I ask a tangent question?
Why is it that while driving in traffic - the people I obviously let into my line of traffic never wave back to me AND the ding dongs that insist on squeezing their boat of a car in the 2 inch space between me and the person in front of me always wave?
As if I had a choice buck-o. WTF is that about? Does that happen to you or is that just me and my Explorer?
Saturday, June 2
My Drunk Self Chose Good
I have to say all in all I was very pleased with my semi blind date. Not too shabby at all. And I would definitely go out with him again. Major points for my drunk self reeling this one in.
Yes - I got there earlier, which lead me drinking at the bar by myself for 10 minutes, which wasn't all that bad. And the date was on time - 6:30 on the dot, he showed. And boy, did he show.
He's not off the charts hot. But he is super cute. He has really pretty eyes, a great body - even though I think his arms are too skinny for his muscular build, and he has a shaved head.
Making him the fool that was very upset with me for not taking him up on the shot he bought me the night we met.
Ready, set, date...
He is an IT Engineer. (Check)
He is 27.
He was born in Phoenix (Check), raised in Oklahoma (Check), and is brand new to Dallas.
He also is in the National Coast Guard Reserves. (Check) (Check)
He is very cultured (is that a word?) - when he graduated high school he decided to roam Germany, Switzerland, and France with nothing better to do than just live. (Check)
He claims he is a country boy; but when he was being raised in Oklahoma he herded cow. To me, that makes him a cowboy (Check) and not a country boy. Those are two different things, no? And from the moment he announced he used to rope cattle, all I could do was picture him with a cowboy hat on (which is hot) till the end of the date.
He answered his cell phone (not a check) and his roomie came over to join us (which I so think he came over to get his scope of the situation)
He paid (Check) which I didn't expect him to at all especially when I had 6 margaritas and a quesadilla to soak them all up. Word.
At the end of the date I drove him a couple block to meet up with his roomie who had headed to a different bar after sizing up our situation.
He has a very odd work schedule - 4 days on, 4 days off - but this up coming week he is taking over a vacationing co-worker's schedule as well so he is 10 days on. Boo. He gave me a hug and told me it might not be for another week that I hear from him. Huh?!?!
Should that be warning that he was not that interested? And I bored him, like I did the French man - which would lead me to believe that I am a very boring date :( BOO.
Or should I be okay that he actually told me a timeframe in which I would next hear from him?
The date went well in my opinion. And I would so go out with him again. I think the fact that it ended in no kiss is a VERY good sign.
Call me a wee bit old fashion but I believe that you have to lead up to that kiss and that a kiss on the 1st date is not all that. It can be nice (because let me tell you I will be kissing BFF, first date or not at any next time he or I lean in for it. What? Did you really think we were going to get through a whole post without mention of BFF? And that just because I went on a date with someone other than BFF, that he would not be mentioned? HA HA HA HA. Nah - y'all should know me, by now)
There it is. My semi-blind date.
Yes - I got there earlier, which lead me drinking at the bar by myself for 10 minutes, which wasn't all that bad. And the date was on time - 6:30 on the dot, he showed. And boy, did he show.
He's not off the charts hot. But he is super cute. He has really pretty eyes, a great body - even though I think his arms are too skinny for his muscular build, and he has a shaved head.
Making him the fool that was very upset with me for not taking him up on the shot he bought me the night we met.
Ready, set, date...
He is an IT Engineer. (Check)
He is 27.
He was born in Phoenix (Check), raised in Oklahoma (Check), and is brand new to Dallas.
He also is in the National Coast Guard Reserves. (Check) (Check)
He is very cultured (is that a word?) - when he graduated high school he decided to roam Germany, Switzerland, and France with nothing better to do than just live. (Check)
He claims he is a country boy; but when he was being raised in Oklahoma he herded cow. To me, that makes him a cowboy (Check) and not a country boy. Those are two different things, no? And from the moment he announced he used to rope cattle, all I could do was picture him with a cowboy hat on (which is hot) till the end of the date.
He answered his cell phone (not a check) and his roomie came over to join us (which I so think he came over to get his scope of the situation)
He paid (Check) which I didn't expect him to at all especially when I had 6 margaritas and a quesadilla to soak them all up. Word.
At the end of the date I drove him a couple block to meet up with his roomie who had headed to a different bar after sizing up our situation.
He has a very odd work schedule - 4 days on, 4 days off - but this up coming week he is taking over a vacationing co-worker's schedule as well so he is 10 days on. Boo. He gave me a hug and told me it might not be for another week that I hear from him. Huh?!?!
Should that be warning that he was not that interested? And I bored him, like I did the French man - which would lead me to believe that I am a very boring date :( BOO.
Or should I be okay that he actually told me a timeframe in which I would next hear from him?
The date went well in my opinion. And I would so go out with him again. I think the fact that it ended in no kiss is a VERY good sign.
Call me a wee bit old fashion but I believe that you have to lead up to that kiss and that a kiss on the 1st date is not all that. It can be nice (because let me tell you I will be kissing BFF, first date or not at any next time he or I lean in for it. What? Did you really think we were going to get through a whole post without mention of BFF? And that just because I went on a date with someone other than BFF, that he would not be mentioned? HA HA HA HA. Nah - y'all should know me, by now)
There it is. My semi-blind date.
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