Before I was wasted on Saturday night, I texted Cowboy and asked him if I could make him dinner on Tuesday - the day he returns from playing GI Joe. He said, yes.
Plans were made. I scoured my favorite recipes. And that's like over a hundred or so. I even went through my old issus of Real Simple and Gourmet for ideas. Came upon the best brown butter and sage ravioli.
Today was a shitty work day. I can sum it up in a few short sentences. Co-worker pissed me off. I yelled at her. She yelled at me. I left the building.
Yes - I'm a brat. But I so had to get out of there.
When I left in a hussy tantrum, I called one person. Cowboy. Whilst I drove to the grocery store to pick up the items for tonight's dinner. It being Tuesday and all. I recanted the fight to him; I told him I was at the grocery store for tonight's dinner; he told me he'd be back in the afternoon.
6pm rolls around, I am still at work (I went back after my Boss talked me back from the ledge, which was my couch. Yeah I went home and was peacefully enjoying Days of Our Lives.) so I text Cowboy "I'm Hungry"
He texts back "I'm about to go meet X for dinner. Want to meet up with us?"
NO, HE DI'NT.
"Waaait. Was I making dinner tonight or no?"
I swear to you a minute goes by and Beyonce comes on the radio singing, "To the left, to the left"
"Oh yeah. Glad you said something"
Not the right answer, buddy.
"No. You better go with X"
Not the right answer, Golightly.
I then was in my car, crying, driving, and dialing. Not dialing Cowboy, but other people.
Then when I got home and sat down at my desk, disheveled, I looked up and I have this post-it note above my laptop:
Never make a person a priority in your life when they only make you an option in their's
I know part of this is just because I'm still upset over what happened at work. Part of it is because lately I feel I can't make a decision to save my life and its really frustrating and the days end in tears. Part of it is because gosh darn he has been gone for a week and a day, and why the F wasn't I at the top of his list? WHY?
I just want to be left alone. But the sadder part is I now have perishable groceries to deal with. And I know it'll be devastating to me if I cook those damn raviolis just for me.
Ugh. Why oh why do days like this exist?
Tuesday, August 28
Monday, August 27
Karoke, Hookers and the Best Damn Taco, Ever!
Two weeks ago was my friend's birthday. A week ago was another friend's birthday. They decided to get together and celebrate as one big party.
They staked out one of those karaoke bars where you can rent out the room and have a karaoke party. Somehow they looked it up online and booked the 'best karaoke bar' in Dallas. Little did we know, it was going to be shady.
One, it was next door to a Korean Sauna/Massage Parlour. You know what that means? Happy endings! And I am not stereotyping - as you will later find out. When we parked the car (I was already drunk) there were some hookers in the parking lot. Real. Live. Hookers.
I knew it was going to be a fun night. Oh and let me tell you, when I'm drunk I don't really care who I talk to if you are great at conversations. I'll talk to the hobo outside the bar, if he's funny. Yes - I spoke to the hookers. Us, girls have to stick together.
Inside the karaoke bar - whoa, nelly - this place was the Palace of Shady. The song book had 100 pages of Korean language and 4 pages of English. The remote control was in Korean! You can imagine it was very difficult to start our first song.
Oooh I have something to share: When I know someone likes me, whether or not if its mutual and more so when it's not on my end, I tend to flirt my ass off more than usual with said person. Do you do that, too?
Well, one of the birthdays likes me. I know because he told me so. Flirt. On! Maybe I'm a horrible tease for acting this way, but I do it all the time, without knowledge to how dumb it is, too.
Ooh and I have something else to share: BFF was there. But he and the above are not the same person.
And no, Cowboy was not in attendance. he is still playing GI Joe (Reserves). He gets back tomorrow. Oh can it get here fast enough?
Anywho - karaoke. I sang waaaaaay too much. I was hoarse Sunday. But even worse than my tone deaf diva, I drank too much. The karaoke place was giving us pitchers of beer in those very old school Tupperware pitchers. Pale blue plasticware with a 2 choice white spinning top. You know the kind, it has a strainer spout on one end and a regular spout on the other. When you were first trusted to make KoolAid on your own, you probably used one of these Tupperware. It is so big, I needed to use 2 hands to pour my beer into my Solo cup Saturday night.
Singing, flirting, and boozing. Uhm hmm. I was in my prime.
Then my top fell to the side and everyone saw my bra (boob)! That just proved not all of us can carry off a J.Lo looking top and sing at the same time while dancing.
Ooh and I have something else to share: Crush #2 was showed up later with a girl. So my flirting boozing ass was in full effect. Because when I'm drunk and someone I used to have a crush on shows up with a date and my boyfriend is not there - I need for that crush to think I'm the best thing on Earth and how the F did he ever pass me up.
It's so sad.
Beer is the new devil. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
Around 1:30am, me and Crush's girl were best friends. Word to the hookers. We made it outside and I had the best idea ever. Birthday Boy should go to the Korean Sauna/Massage parlour. Right? Right!
In he went. Shoot, it's his birthday. I so think he deserved it. I'm not his girlfriend. Who the F cares. Well this one girl did and she so went in after him. "To save him" Whatev.
So we left the Karaoke ghetto. And this is where I must thank Texas Monthly and it's 59 Tacos to Eat Before You Die in Texas issue.
THANK YOU.
We went to the other ghetto. On Industrial Blvd. For y'all that don't live here, it's where the jailhouse is. Uhm hmm.
Fuel City was named by Texas Monthly as having the best tacos in Dallas. We decided that this night was our chance to try for ourselves.
Fuel City is a few blocks from the jail. It was all about shady looking people that you don't want to look in the eye. It is 2:15am. Do you know where Golightly is?
Scared sober.
But gosh damn that taco was da' bomb.
They staked out one of those karaoke bars where you can rent out the room and have a karaoke party. Somehow they looked it up online and booked the 'best karaoke bar' in Dallas. Little did we know, it was going to be shady.
One, it was next door to a Korean Sauna/Massage Parlour. You know what that means? Happy endings! And I am not stereotyping - as you will later find out. When we parked the car (I was already drunk) there were some hookers in the parking lot. Real. Live. Hookers.
I knew it was going to be a fun night. Oh and let me tell you, when I'm drunk I don't really care who I talk to if you are great at conversations. I'll talk to the hobo outside the bar, if he's funny. Yes - I spoke to the hookers. Us, girls have to stick together.
Inside the karaoke bar - whoa, nelly - this place was the Palace of Shady. The song book had 100 pages of Korean language and 4 pages of English. The remote control was in Korean! You can imagine it was very difficult to start our first song.
Oooh I have something to share: When I know someone likes me, whether or not if its mutual and more so when it's not on my end, I tend to flirt my ass off more than usual with said person. Do you do that, too?
Well, one of the birthdays likes me. I know because he told me so. Flirt. On! Maybe I'm a horrible tease for acting this way, but I do it all the time, without knowledge to how dumb it is, too.
Ooh and I have something else to share: BFF was there. But he and the above are not the same person.
And no, Cowboy was not in attendance. he is still playing GI Joe (Reserves). He gets back tomorrow. Oh can it get here fast enough?
Anywho - karaoke. I sang waaaaaay too much. I was hoarse Sunday. But even worse than my tone deaf diva, I drank too much. The karaoke place was giving us pitchers of beer in those very old school Tupperware pitchers. Pale blue plasticware with a 2 choice white spinning top. You know the kind, it has a strainer spout on one end and a regular spout on the other. When you were first trusted to make KoolAid on your own, you probably used one of these Tupperware. It is so big, I needed to use 2 hands to pour my beer into my Solo cup Saturday night.
Singing, flirting, and boozing. Uhm hmm. I was in my prime.
Then my top fell to the side and everyone saw my bra (boob)! That just proved not all of us can carry off a J.Lo looking top and sing at the same time while dancing.
Ooh and I have something else to share: Crush #2 was showed up later with a girl. So my flirting boozing ass was in full effect. Because when I'm drunk and someone I used to have a crush on shows up with a date and my boyfriend is not there - I need for that crush to think I'm the best thing on Earth and how the F did he ever pass me up.
It's so sad.
Beer is the new devil. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
Around 1:30am, me and Crush's girl were best friends. Word to the hookers. We made it outside and I had the best idea ever. Birthday Boy should go to the Korean Sauna/Massage parlour. Right? Right!
In he went. Shoot, it's his birthday. I so think he deserved it. I'm not his girlfriend. Who the F cares. Well this one girl did and she so went in after him. "To save him" Whatev.
So we left the Karaoke ghetto. And this is where I must thank Texas Monthly and it's 59 Tacos to Eat Before You Die in Texas issue.
THANK YOU.
We went to the other ghetto. On Industrial Blvd. For y'all that don't live here, it's where the jailhouse is. Uhm hmm.
Fuel City was named by Texas Monthly as having the best tacos in Dallas. We decided that this night was our chance to try for ourselves.
Fuel City is a few blocks from the jail. It was all about shady looking people that you don't want to look in the eye. It is 2:15am. Do you know where Golightly is?
Scared sober.
But gosh damn that taco was da' bomb.
Friday, August 24
Coffee or Tea, Anyone?
You saw my purse - thought I'd give y'all some other insights of my daily life as well. Think I'll randomly make this a regular thing. Today I give you my coffee table...
From left to right:
Marie Claire: As you can tell it's this month's issue and I haven't opened it yet. It's still in the mailing plastic wrap. I don't subscribe to Marie Claire, but we get it for free at work and I steal it when there is an interesting cover.
Slang Flashcards: These are the best conversation starters ever. I remember when I first got them in Austin years ago, B and I went to a bar for happy hour. She took them, looked at a fellow bar patron and just flashed away at him. It was hilarious! What makes them more fun are the pictures that go along with each definition. It's a bunch of old school 'flash card' illustrations with captions defining words like: floss, cheddar, bling, tap.
Cowboy Up bell: Above the flashcards is a white bell with a breast cancer awareness bracelet around it. The bell says "Cowboy Up" on it. It's from a campaign I did with a job a few years back. "Cowboy Up" on anything is just fun in my opinion. The breast cancer bracelet is just there because someone gave it to me & it stayed right there on the table ever since.
Blue book & noisemaker: The book is titled "Ever Wonder" and its just a bunch of sayings like: Do you doubt your doubts? It's fun for a coffee table and the questions are great. My mom spent a year in South America doctoring the poor people. This noisemaker and pictures is all I got from it. Hee hee.
Moving on to the stack of magazines (I told y'all I am a magazine whore to the fullest. This isn't even half of it. I have a table next to my couch with more. And there is a stack under my desk with back issues of InStyle)
Lucky: I got to shop!
Glamour: That's this month's. It's good.
Glamour: That's a month ago, with J.Lo on the cover. And I'm proud to admit that's the only reason it's still in my house. Oh, and I'm so going to see her in October during her first ever U.S. Tour. Word to your mami.
InStyle: This month's super duper What's Sexy Issue. I have to say, I always look forward to the September InStyle issue.
Marie Claire: This is an old issue too. Angelina Jolie is on the cover. What can I say? I'm obsessed with her. She is awesome. The article is very inspiring and it's so cute how she speaks of her and Brad. To me, she is describing what falling in love is like - and it's a perfect description, I think.
Fashion Rocks insert: This could be found in many magazines this month. It's a promotional piece for Fashion Rocks. Uhm...J.Lo's on the cover. Need I say more?
Real Simple: It's this month's issue...I love me some Real Simple.
On top of the stack: The Diana Chronicles by Tina Brown. Ok - I got this signed for my mom 3 weeks ago. I am very slow in getting to the post office.
Yellow roses: I almost cropped the picture not to include the roses. I know I'm going to get shit about this from the people who know me. I really do not like flowers and roses are on the top of that list. Seriously - I really just don't like them as gifts. Anyways, the other day I walked into Tom Thumb and they had a dozen roses for sale for $11.99. I swooned. The girl who was with me says it's because I'm falling in love that I'm swooning over roses. Whatev. I picked the most un-romantic color of all the bunches: yellow. They've been on my desk for days (what a great deal, no?)and each time someone sees them they ask who sent me roses. It was getting tiring saying I bought them for myself, so I brought them home. Now, they are just a small piece of sunshine on my coffee table.
Coffee table: I got this from World Market. Love. That store. It's years old and I got it for a steal. 80% off. HOLLA. The glass that came with it was broken, so I got that discount on top of the sale they were having on top of the fact that this one was also their display model.
and yes that's my foot. I was balancing on the edge to take this picture. See, what I do for y'all internets.
Thursday, August 23
I'm Sick of All These Rumors
I'm not going to deny that I participate in some innocent gossip. Everyone does. You may think you don't, but you do.
There are people at my job, where I swear the only reason they come into the office is to gossip. And then there is the innocent 'you can tell me anything' gabber who runs and tells anyone who will listen.
Gossip has been here since the beginning of communication.
I did it in 5th grade and I do it now and I'm sure I'll do it when I'm 80 years old.
Gossip is bound to happen. What happens when you are the subject of gossip?
I'll admit straight out - I read celebrity gossip everyday. Maybe three times a day. I'm a devout reader to In Case You Didn't Know, Pink is the New Blog, and PopSugar
I don't subscribe to any gossip magazines, but I sure do pick them up and read them while waiting in the grocery line. Often times, I glance around me first to make sure nobody sees me picking up the damned thing (because why the heck would I admit that I am obsessed with Katie and Tom?), and then I quickly grab it off the shelf and snap it open. Tabloids are like dirrty porn. You know everyone reads it, you just don't want to be caught being caught up in it.
Buuuuuuuuuuuuuut
Lately I've been having a problem. And let me first say, I am not defending anyone.
I feel sorry for Britney and Lindsey. And all the pregnant celebrities who just cannot seem to pop.
It started about 2 weeks ago, when I saw a tabloid cover of Brit's kids - the tag line said "HELP US"
That's just mean.
Did the kids yell to a photographer for help? I doubt they can barely speak. Seriously. How dare someone pull that crap?!?! Years from now when that kid can read (and maybe Brit's life is a complete 180 from what it is today) they can pull archives...seriously. How can you write that about someone's kids? KIDS!
And then there is L. Lo. - now I will tell you: I love that girl. So, she has a teeny weenie problem...but gee whiz at least she is attempting rehab. At least she is not covering her face and she is out there in there trying to get the problem corrected. Yeah it took some wake up car crashes, but she is there.
And can we lay off the pregnant people? During that time of the month when I'm bloated I do not want a camera capturing the moment. I'm pretty sure the last thing you need when you are pregnant (especially in the dead of summer) is some paparazzi following you around and posting pictures captioned "She's About to Blow"
Come. On.
I know I won't be able to tear myself away from all celebrity gossip - some of it is just innocent fun reads, like porn ;) but I'm going to try my best to stay away from the stories where if it were me, I know, that if it was being blasted for a all the world to see and judge, to ignore completely.
There are people at my job, where I swear the only reason they come into the office is to gossip. And then there is the innocent 'you can tell me anything' gabber who runs and tells anyone who will listen.
Gossip has been here since the beginning of communication.
I did it in 5th grade and I do it now and I'm sure I'll do it when I'm 80 years old.
Gossip is bound to happen. What happens when you are the subject of gossip?
I'll admit straight out - I read celebrity gossip everyday. Maybe three times a day. I'm a devout reader to In Case You Didn't Know, Pink is the New Blog, and PopSugar
I don't subscribe to any gossip magazines, but I sure do pick them up and read them while waiting in the grocery line. Often times, I glance around me first to make sure nobody sees me picking up the damned thing (because why the heck would I admit that I am obsessed with Katie and Tom?), and then I quickly grab it off the shelf and snap it open. Tabloids are like dirrty porn. You know everyone reads it, you just don't want to be caught being caught up in it.
Buuuuuuuuuuuuuut
Lately I've been having a problem. And let me first say, I am not defending anyone.
I feel sorry for Britney and Lindsey. And all the pregnant celebrities who just cannot seem to pop.
It started about 2 weeks ago, when I saw a tabloid cover of Brit's kids - the tag line said "HELP US"
That's just mean.
Did the kids yell to a photographer for help? I doubt they can barely speak. Seriously. How dare someone pull that crap?!?! Years from now when that kid can read (and maybe Brit's life is a complete 180 from what it is today) they can pull archives...seriously. How can you write that about someone's kids? KIDS!
And then there is L. Lo. - now I will tell you: I love that girl. So, she has a teeny weenie problem...but gee whiz at least she is attempting rehab. At least she is not covering her face and she is out there in there trying to get the problem corrected. Yeah it took some wake up car crashes, but she is there.
And can we lay off the pregnant people? During that time of the month when I'm bloated I do not want a camera capturing the moment. I'm pretty sure the last thing you need when you are pregnant (especially in the dead of summer) is some paparazzi following you around and posting pictures captioned "She's About to Blow"
Come. On.
I know I won't be able to tear myself away from all celebrity gossip - some of it is just innocent fun reads, like porn ;) but I'm going to try my best to stay away from the stories where if it were me, I know, that if it was being blasted for a all the world to see and judge, to ignore completely.
Tuesday, August 21
Take This Job and Love it
Sometimes my work day consists of staring at jewelry. All. Day. Long.
And to y'all I say, it is so not fun. Especially when you are a girl like me. A girl whose eyes do not glaze over and is hypnotized by the sight of anything sparkly.
I really despise looking at the jewelry. It's only because whenever I complain about it, I have at least 2 friends that yell back at me that they would gladly switch with me. Not so fast...
Because the other days are great. And they are not spent staring at magazines, Beverly!
Seriously I get to plan parties all day long. All. Day. Long.
And to y'all I say, it is so fun. Especially when you are a girl like me. A girl who gets excited over themes, menus, invitations and entertainment. Let's just say a girl who loves a party plan.
This is the very reason why I think I'm stumped (and will probably dread the day I have to plan my own wedding) because I can't think of a damned thing to plan for my 30th birthday. B's party was so kick ass that it has me thinking of my own.
Yes - it's 4 months away, but if I plan on doing a getaway trip I need to forewarn people now, right? Or at least 3 months in advance, so I'm thinking hard and nothing is really exciting me.
Here's the problem: I will be in Phoenix for my birthday. My friends all live in Texas with the exception of 2 of them living in California. My birthday is on a Thursday, so I figure I'll spend the night having a really nice dinner with my mom and brother (and Cowboy, but let's not get our hopes up on that because disappointment? Is not an old dear friend in this category) I figure I have the weekend to party this one out.
I could stay in Phoenix and have a party at my mom's house. But, seriously, who would leave Texas to go to Phoenix for a party? For only 2 or 3 days?
I could go to Vegas. But when I think of Vegas and milestone birthdays, I think: overdone and so cliche. And to tell you the truth, Vegas isn't really me and what I feel I am about these past 30 years. Plus, the boy may be there and the drunk pressure to get hitched - which I will so propose because that's what comes to mind when I think Vegas - will be crazy!
I could do Sedona. It's right around the corner from Phoenix and I love it. But it's not your party-party type of town. And I'd be faced with the same problem as staying in Phoenix - would people really travel to Sedona for a birthday getaway?
And then there is Paris. My ass last year couldn't stop saying that for my 30th birthday I was going to Paris. Well, hmm, unless I plan on taking that trip alone, it's not happening.
What to do? What to do?
And this is how I spent my workday. See, I plan parties and do PR. It's like chefs, they cook all day and it's the last thing they want to do when they get home. I plan parties and cannot for the life of me think of one, for myself.
Got any ideas?
And to y'all I say, it is so not fun. Especially when you are a girl like me. A girl whose eyes do not glaze over and is hypnotized by the sight of anything sparkly.
I really despise looking at the jewelry. It's only because whenever I complain about it, I have at least 2 friends that yell back at me that they would gladly switch with me. Not so fast...
Because the other days are great. And they are not spent staring at magazines, Beverly!
Seriously I get to plan parties all day long. All. Day. Long.
And to y'all I say, it is so fun. Especially when you are a girl like me. A girl who gets excited over themes, menus, invitations and entertainment. Let's just say a girl who loves a party plan.
This is the very reason why I think I'm stumped (and will probably dread the day I have to plan my own wedding) because I can't think of a damned thing to plan for my 30th birthday. B's party was so kick ass that it has me thinking of my own.
Yes - it's 4 months away, but if I plan on doing a getaway trip I need to forewarn people now, right? Or at least 3 months in advance, so I'm thinking hard and nothing is really exciting me.
Here's the problem: I will be in Phoenix for my birthday. My friends all live in Texas with the exception of 2 of them living in California. My birthday is on a Thursday, so I figure I'll spend the night having a really nice dinner with my mom and brother (and Cowboy, but let's not get our hopes up on that because disappointment? Is not an old dear friend in this category) I figure I have the weekend to party this one out.
I could stay in Phoenix and have a party at my mom's house. But, seriously, who would leave Texas to go to Phoenix for a party? For only 2 or 3 days?
I could go to Vegas. But when I think of Vegas and milestone birthdays, I think: overdone and so cliche. And to tell you the truth, Vegas isn't really me and what I feel I am about these past 30 years. Plus, the boy may be there and the drunk pressure to get hitched - which I will so propose because that's what comes to mind when I think Vegas - will be crazy!
I could do Sedona. It's right around the corner from Phoenix and I love it. But it's not your party-party type of town. And I'd be faced with the same problem as staying in Phoenix - would people really travel to Sedona for a birthday getaway?
And then there is Paris. My ass last year couldn't stop saying that for my 30th birthday I was going to Paris. Well, hmm, unless I plan on taking that trip alone, it's not happening.
What to do? What to do?
And this is how I spent my workday. See, I plan parties and do PR. It's like chefs, they cook all day and it's the last thing they want to do when they get home. I plan parties and cannot for the life of me think of one, for myself.
Got any ideas?
Monday, August 20
"I'm a You Guy"
I love to hear Cowboy speak of our relationship. He does it so casually but with real gut and meaning behind each statement. On top of that he never makes it feel like we're having "the talk".
Yesterday I came back into town early from a weekend in San Antonio. It was my friend B's 30th birthday and it was A to the some! She had all her guests dress up as their childhood hero. Mine, was Jem, but someone took that. Next in line, was Cherie - Punky Brewster's Black BFF. Remember her? She rocked a head sweatband around her forehead like it was nobody's business. And so did I. B was Laura Engalls, there was a train engineer, Marcia Brady, Gertie from ET, and other great outfits mostly marking the 80's decade. It was so fun.
So I came back earlier than planned.
Cowboy is gone for this week (in reserves) and the last time I saw him was last Tuesday. On my way to the airport Friday, he told me that he didn't have to report in until late Monday. Whoo hoo. Because we both thought he was leaving Sunday and we would miss each other, me being in San Antonio this past weekend.
As B told me: Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but the meet up that much better.
And it was. Again, the plane could not go fast enough...
WAIT. Hold up - we need to discuss Southwest Airlines for a minute. They have chosen San Antonio Gate #3 as a 'test' gate to a new line up and board procedure. Guess who got to partake? Me! At first it was no fun. You get a number instead of your typical SWA letter of A,B, or C. I despise C. I like to be first on, first off. The new procedure is to prevent people from lining up and taking up all the gate space at the terminal. I was #18. But since this was a 'test' I was more like #25 because people still lined up to board an hour before the take off. WHY, PEOPLE, WHY? Especially those with C group - and ironically they are the ones always lined up first. At first I was annoyed with this 'test'; I even refused to fill out the comment card while I waited - I did have better things to do like talk on the phone, duh! Buuuut the best part of this 'test' was all the people with children had to board last. YEEHAW. No screaming kids at the front of the plane - thank you very much - board them together and make them all sit together so their babies can scream at each other and not from either ends of the plane but a row over. Thank you, SWA. I heart you.
Back to Cowboy...we spent the day together. Buffalo Wild Wings, Target, Blockbuster, lazying around, sexing it up, watching a video, talking to his roomies, and then listening to him talk about us. {Sigh}
He went off talking shop, making dates & plans, talking about how happy he is, vacations and getting away, and how we don't fight...
Aiyee. We made a pact a long time ago. When I first made this pact - I thought it cute. Then I got a wee bit upset over something he did & he threw the pact in my face jokingly. One day long ago, we were having an innocent playful fight over the weather (don't ask) and I just knew I was right & he was wrong. Being frustrated, I pulled him aside on the sidewalk, pointed my finger in his face, and said "Listen, you can be right about everything else, but I'm right about the weather. Just give it to me. I don't care what we fight about from here on out - you will always be right unless it's weater - related and that's all about me. Got it? Good!" and we shook on it. Now its an inside joke (oh and the internets now know, what can you do?)
We stayed up until 3AM and then woke up to his pregger room mate's boyfriend cooking breakfast. He was making it so that Cowboy could have one good home cooked meal before departing for nothing but military food and fast food on the road. Awww... I'm talking bacon, pancakes, eggs, and fruit. Fresh fruit! Well, they do live next door to Albertson's. But still...fresh. fruit?!?! Her boyfriend was flipping pancake #2 when I should have been on the road to work sitting in commuter traffic. I couldn't resist, I had to call in sick.
We all sat around the table enjoying breakfast and watching the Today Show. There were some good laughs and great conversation (I'm telling you I'm thisclose to moving in over there - you can't get this living alone)
Somehow further down the talk, the conversation got into if the guys were ass or tits guys. You know when it came to being attraced to the opposite sex. When it was time for Cowboy to answer, he squeezed my leg under the table, leaned in, and said loud enough for the table to hear: I'm a you guy.
Uhm hmm. Can you blame me?
Yesterday I came back into town early from a weekend in San Antonio. It was my friend B's 30th birthday and it was A to the some! She had all her guests dress up as their childhood hero. Mine, was Jem, but someone took that. Next in line, was Cherie - Punky Brewster's Black BFF. Remember her? She rocked a head sweatband around her forehead like it was nobody's business. And so did I. B was Laura Engalls, there was a train engineer, Marcia Brady, Gertie from ET, and other great outfits mostly marking the 80's decade. It was so fun.
So I came back earlier than planned.
Cowboy is gone for this week (in reserves) and the last time I saw him was last Tuesday. On my way to the airport Friday, he told me that he didn't have to report in until late Monday. Whoo hoo. Because we both thought he was leaving Sunday and we would miss each other, me being in San Antonio this past weekend.
As B told me: Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but the meet up that much better.
And it was. Again, the plane could not go fast enough...
WAIT. Hold up - we need to discuss Southwest Airlines for a minute. They have chosen San Antonio Gate #3 as a 'test' gate to a new line up and board procedure. Guess who got to partake? Me! At first it was no fun. You get a number instead of your typical SWA letter of A,B, or C. I despise C. I like to be first on, first off. The new procedure is to prevent people from lining up and taking up all the gate space at the terminal. I was #18. But since this was a 'test' I was more like #25 because people still lined up to board an hour before the take off. WHY, PEOPLE, WHY? Especially those with C group - and ironically they are the ones always lined up first. At first I was annoyed with this 'test'; I even refused to fill out the comment card while I waited - I did have better things to do like talk on the phone, duh! Buuuut the best part of this 'test' was all the people with children had to board last. YEEHAW. No screaming kids at the front of the plane - thank you very much - board them together and make them all sit together so their babies can scream at each other and not from either ends of the plane but a row over. Thank you, SWA. I heart you.
Back to Cowboy...we spent the day together. Buffalo Wild Wings, Target, Blockbuster, lazying around, sexing it up, watching a video, talking to his roomies, and then listening to him talk about us. {Sigh}
He went off talking shop, making dates & plans, talking about how happy he is, vacations and getting away, and how we don't fight...
Aiyee. We made a pact a long time ago. When I first made this pact - I thought it cute. Then I got a wee bit upset over something he did & he threw the pact in my face jokingly. One day long ago, we were having an innocent playful fight over the weather (don't ask) and I just knew I was right & he was wrong. Being frustrated, I pulled him aside on the sidewalk, pointed my finger in his face, and said "Listen, you can be right about everything else, but I'm right about the weather. Just give it to me. I don't care what we fight about from here on out - you will always be right unless it's weater - related and that's all about me. Got it? Good!" and we shook on it. Now its an inside joke (oh and the internets now know, what can you do?)
We stayed up until 3AM and then woke up to his pregger room mate's boyfriend cooking breakfast. He was making it so that Cowboy could have one good home cooked meal before departing for nothing but military food and fast food on the road. Awww... I'm talking bacon, pancakes, eggs, and fruit. Fresh fruit! Well, they do live next door to Albertson's. But still...fresh. fruit?!?! Her boyfriend was flipping pancake #2 when I should have been on the road to work sitting in commuter traffic. I couldn't resist, I had to call in sick.
We all sat around the table enjoying breakfast and watching the Today Show. There were some good laughs and great conversation (I'm telling you I'm thisclose to moving in over there - you can't get this living alone)
Somehow further down the talk, the conversation got into if the guys were ass or tits guys. You know when it came to being attraced to the opposite sex. When it was time for Cowboy to answer, he squeezed my leg under the table, leaned in, and said loud enough for the table to hear: I'm a you guy.
Uhm hmm. Can you blame me?
Thursday, August 16
Everything Golden
Sorry I haven't been on the scene, but I swear I have a really good excuse.
The past few days have been Cowboy's off days. I've spent all my free time over at his apartment. I love it over there! He has a really good room mate situation. They all have crazy schedules and it's my theory that since they rarely see each other - that is the reason they treat each other with such loving respect; it's like family over there. And let's talk about the girl - yes, he has a girl room mate, too. But she is the cutest of the cutes. I want to adopt her. She is too much fun. I'm thisclose to asking her out for a girly dinner. And here's a shocker, I'm so not threatened. HA! There is a flip side - she has a boyfriend and is pregnant. (she's moving out in November) But I know exactly what will happen if I'm alone with her: I'll ask those questions. Because you so know I just have to know what Cowboy's past girls were like and can she tell me if there are still random chicks coming through?
Speaking of Cowboy - still butterflies and zsa zsa zu.
But my uterus is happy to get a break. Because the UTI that has come to visit - has over did its stay. Thank goodness my desk is close to the restroom so no one can see me taking a million trips to the loo. I could kick whoever invented the UTI. Seriously. Cranberry cocktail - Hello - it's going to be nice getting to know you again this weekend.
And would you like to know what I did Monday night (besides Cowboy): yummy golden oreo cupcakes. I got the idea from 52 cupcakes. It's simple. Vanilla cupcakes with broken golden oreos in the batter. Vanilla buttercream with broken golden oreo cookie crumbles on top. Voila!
Wednesday, August 8
Summer Lovin'
I watch more summer run television than fall shows. Which doesn't make much sense, since you'd think I'd more active and out there in the hot summer evenings. Not so much. It's just the opposite for me. Maybe it's because I'm part of the A/C religion. God created A/C for a reason and there is no need to be outside in the heat.
Anyways, I watch more TV in the summer versus the fall. And this summer sure is cooking up some doozies. (Heh - I said 'doozies')
Big Love
Holy crap. I am so happy I didn't cancel HBO a few months back. This show is so riveting. Mormons. Polygamists. Mormon-type mobs. Cat fights. Sex. And Bill Paxton. Listen up, y'all I think Bill Paxton is a hidden hunk. Not too many people are into him or know who he is (by name). He is just too cute for me. Hmm. I heart him.
Rescue Me
Speaking of cuties. Firemen. Word. This is the funniest thing on television right this very minute. At least, I think so. And I love, love, love shows on FX. You can say 'shit' and 'asshole' without getting bleeped. Love it.
Damages
This one just started and already I'm sucked into the drama of present day versus 6 months ago. Anyone else watching? How creepy is Ted Danson? Ugh. Last night was fantastic when Glenn Close's character had her son kidnapped. If I were his mother I would have spanked him a long time ago, but, hey, that's just me.
Big Brother
I should be ashamed to have this on the list, so let's just move on...
Entourage
I will admit, I am pretty darn bored with this season. It seems like all the other seasons I laughed out loud at every episode at least three times each. Maybe I'm not getting the jokes or something?
Confessions of a Match-maker
This woman is hilarious! She tells it like it is to all the single wannabe couples out there. Have you seen the episode where the girl goes on the blind date and gets drunk and then calls all her friends to join her...I nearly died laughing. I love tell it like it is - tough love advice. Especially when it's for some woe-is-me type of people. How can you complain that you haven't met Mr/Mrs. Right when you never leave your house? Seriously?
The Two Coreys
I am so fed up with Corey Feldman's wife and that happened 10 minutes into the 1st episode. Sure, she's hot, but oh my gosh can she jump off the Anal Express Train? Corey Haim is thisclose to being my new TV crush.
Oh my gosh and if the above was not enough, I just added Kimora's reality show - I was laughing non-stop at the 1st episode and The Fashionistas - I'll admit I'm only watching this because it's somewhat fulfilling my teenage life long dream to work in fashion in NYC.
What's your Summer TV Guide?
Anyways, I watch more TV in the summer versus the fall. And this summer sure is cooking up some doozies. (Heh - I said 'doozies')
Big Love
Holy crap. I am so happy I didn't cancel HBO a few months back. This show is so riveting. Mormons. Polygamists. Mormon-type mobs. Cat fights. Sex. And Bill Paxton. Listen up, y'all I think Bill Paxton is a hidden hunk. Not too many people are into him or know who he is (by name). He is just too cute for me. Hmm. I heart him.
Rescue Me
Speaking of cuties. Firemen. Word. This is the funniest thing on television right this very minute. At least, I think so. And I love, love, love shows on FX. You can say 'shit' and 'asshole' without getting bleeped. Love it.
Damages
This one just started and already I'm sucked into the drama of present day versus 6 months ago. Anyone else watching? How creepy is Ted Danson? Ugh. Last night was fantastic when Glenn Close's character had her son kidnapped. If I were his mother I would have spanked him a long time ago, but, hey, that's just me.
Big Brother
I should be ashamed to have this on the list, so let's just move on...
Entourage
I will admit, I am pretty darn bored with this season. It seems like all the other seasons I laughed out loud at every episode at least three times each. Maybe I'm not getting the jokes or something?
Confessions of a Match-maker
This woman is hilarious! She tells it like it is to all the single wannabe couples out there. Have you seen the episode where the girl goes on the blind date and gets drunk and then calls all her friends to join her...I nearly died laughing. I love tell it like it is - tough love advice. Especially when it's for some woe-is-me type of people. How can you complain that you haven't met Mr/Mrs. Right when you never leave your house? Seriously?
The Two Coreys
I am so fed up with Corey Feldman's wife and that happened 10 minutes into the 1st episode. Sure, she's hot, but oh my gosh can she jump off the Anal Express Train? Corey Haim is thisclose to being my new TV crush.
Oh my gosh and if the above was not enough, I just added Kimora's reality show - I was laughing non-stop at the 1st episode and The Fashionistas - I'll admit I'm only watching this because it's somewhat fulfilling my teenage life long dream to work in fashion in NYC.
What's your Summer TV Guide?
Tuesday, August 7
H-A-P-P-Y
Plain and simple. I can't figure out another word for it. So, there you go.
I have a couple of things about Cowboy to share. Here I go, again.
Yesterday I was in Austin for a great book signing. The Tina Brown was signing copies of her book, 'The Diana Chronicles' and my company took part. Lucky me, I was able to fly down and meet her. I was supposed to spend the night. The thought of spending one more night in a hotel and then just loafing around downtown Austin the next morning was not appealing at all. Especially when I could sleep in my own big bed and loaf around with Cowboy.
Change of flight and I was on the late Southwest run back to Dallas. Hallelujah.
I like to call people while I'm waiting at the airport. It's great for me because it wastes all that waiting time, but not so fun for the person on the other end, I am sure. They get to hear the loud speaker announcer instructing people of what gates are what and when to prepare to board.
I called Cowboy first. Duh, right? He asked me to pick him up from a doctor's office on Friday because he is having Lasik surgery. One, I'm jealous. Two, he wears glasses and I had no idea!! For me, glasses = hot. Especially on someone you already think is hot, glasses just make them that much hotter in my opinion. He, then told me, after I calmed down and told him how hot he must look in said glasses, that he has to wear his glasses for a week and that when I get into town that night, I'll see his "questionable" hotness myself.
Plane could not go fast enough.
And yes, it was hotness galore times 1,000. No, a million. Damn, Lasik!
And then the creme de la creme. I am big on birthdays. It's the only day out of the year, that is all yours. Well, me and Sarah. But, still - it's ours.
This year, I turn 30. (grrr...)
And I will be in Phoenix for work. Which sucks. Yeah, my family lives there and it'll be great to be with them - if I was turning 29 or 31; but it's my 30th birthday and do I need to say, I need to do it big? Sans mother and brother.
So, while I was staring at the hotness in glasses, we were casually discussing birthdays. Not making plans or anything but talking about astrological signs and their traits and so forth. His birthday is next month and that's how the topic started. He asked me when mine was...December 6. I added in how I would be in Phoenix, for work. Then this occurred -
Cowboy: What day is that again?
Me: December 6
Cowboy: Yeah but what day? a Thursday?
Me: Yep
Cowboy: I'll just fly in for the weekend
Me: wh-wh-what?
Cowboy: I'll fly in for your birthday. It's your birthday.
I keep replaying it in my mind because oh holey moley did he really just say that? I didn't dream it! He totally said, like it was nothing, that he'd come to Phoenix for my birthday.
Zsa Zsa Zu and butterflies.
Just plain haaapy.
I have a couple of things about Cowboy to share. Here I go, again.
Yesterday I was in Austin for a great book signing. The Tina Brown was signing copies of her book, 'The Diana Chronicles' and my company took part. Lucky me, I was able to fly down and meet her. I was supposed to spend the night. The thought of spending one more night in a hotel and then just loafing around downtown Austin the next morning was not appealing at all. Especially when I could sleep in my own big bed and loaf around with Cowboy.
Change of flight and I was on the late Southwest run back to Dallas. Hallelujah.
I like to call people while I'm waiting at the airport. It's great for me because it wastes all that waiting time, but not so fun for the person on the other end, I am sure. They get to hear the loud speaker announcer instructing people of what gates are what and when to prepare to board.
I called Cowboy first. Duh, right? He asked me to pick him up from a doctor's office on Friday because he is having Lasik surgery. One, I'm jealous. Two, he wears glasses and I had no idea!! For me, glasses = hot. Especially on someone you already think is hot, glasses just make them that much hotter in my opinion. He, then told me, after I calmed down and told him how hot he must look in said glasses, that he has to wear his glasses for a week and that when I get into town that night, I'll see his "questionable" hotness myself.
Plane could not go fast enough.
And yes, it was hotness galore times 1,000. No, a million. Damn, Lasik!
And then the creme de la creme. I am big on birthdays. It's the only day out of the year, that is all yours. Well, me and Sarah. But, still - it's ours.
This year, I turn 30. (grrr...)
And I will be in Phoenix for work. Which sucks. Yeah, my family lives there and it'll be great to be with them - if I was turning 29 or 31; but it's my 30th birthday and do I need to say, I need to do it big? Sans mother and brother.
So, while I was staring at the hotness in glasses, we were casually discussing birthdays. Not making plans or anything but talking about astrological signs and their traits and so forth. His birthday is next month and that's how the topic started. He asked me when mine was...December 6. I added in how I would be in Phoenix, for work. Then this occurred -
Cowboy: What day is that again?
Me: December 6
Cowboy: Yeah but what day? a Thursday?
Me: Yep
Cowboy: I'll just fly in for the weekend
Me: wh-wh-what?
Cowboy: I'll fly in for your birthday. It's your birthday.
I keep replaying it in my mind because oh holey moley did he really just say that? I didn't dream it! He totally said, like it was nothing, that he'd come to Phoenix for my birthday.
Zsa Zsa Zu and butterflies.
Just plain haaapy.
Sunday, August 5
4 Days On, 4 Days Off and Reserves Weekends
"What?!?"
"Ew"
"That sucks"
"You never get to see each other"
"I'd break up with him"
Those are the typical responses I get from people when I tell them of Cowboy's schedule and/or explain why he is not out with the group on certain nights.
I like the schedule. Why wouldn't I?
Reserves happens one weekend a month. This month landed on this weekend. I got to catch up with a lot of magazine reading, phone catch-ups with friends, mindless television, and going out with friends.
I won't lie. I did miss him. Especially when I was out in a sea full of couples holding hands, making out, and 'oohing' allover each other.
But that's why text messaging was invented - so I could have a whole I miss you convo in a loud bar.
And the 4 days on, 4 days off? YAHOO! I think it's perfect for where we are in our relationship and I honestly cannot see myself complaining about it in the future.
Sure, on the first day off, I get no sleep and am dragging around like a zombie the next day. The sex, coming off a 4 day run of nothing at all, is so worth it. I ain't gonna lie. The kisses are great, too. And the conversation is even better than the two combined. Yeah, you read that right. The conversation.
We don't speak that much when it's 4 days on. There are a few text messages and quick conversations here and there. 4 days on means 7pm - 7am shifts. When he is getting ready for work, I'm just then leaving the office and when he is getting home, I'm sitting in morning commute traffic.
The time together is mucho appreciated - at least by me. For 4 days I get to be the girliest girly girl I can be. I get to eat buttercream frosting for dinner while reading this month's InStyle for the tenth time in a row. I get to talk on the phone for hours. I get to watch every cheesy romantic comedy on TBS this weekend. Twice! And honestly, I'll let you in on a secret - I am so lazy when it comes to putting out every day. By the time day 5 rolls around after the 4 days off, I am ready to close vagina shop. You know what I mean? There is so much we can take. So, to me, 4 days, 4 days off and a weekend of Reserves is perfect.
"Ew"
"That sucks"
"You never get to see each other"
"I'd break up with him"
Those are the typical responses I get from people when I tell them of Cowboy's schedule and/or explain why he is not out with the group on certain nights.
I like the schedule. Why wouldn't I?
Reserves happens one weekend a month. This month landed on this weekend. I got to catch up with a lot of magazine reading, phone catch-ups with friends, mindless television, and going out with friends.
I won't lie. I did miss him. Especially when I was out in a sea full of couples holding hands, making out, and 'oohing' allover each other.
But that's why text messaging was invented - so I could have a whole I miss you convo in a loud bar.
And the 4 days on, 4 days off? YAHOO! I think it's perfect for where we are in our relationship and I honestly cannot see myself complaining about it in the future.
Sure, on the first day off, I get no sleep and am dragging around like a zombie the next day. The sex, coming off a 4 day run of nothing at all, is so worth it. I ain't gonna lie. The kisses are great, too. And the conversation is even better than the two combined. Yeah, you read that right. The conversation.
We don't speak that much when it's 4 days on. There are a few text messages and quick conversations here and there. 4 days on means 7pm - 7am shifts. When he is getting ready for work, I'm just then leaving the office and when he is getting home, I'm sitting in morning commute traffic.
The time together is mucho appreciated - at least by me. For 4 days I get to be the girliest girly girl I can be. I get to eat buttercream frosting for dinner while reading this month's InStyle for the tenth time in a row. I get to talk on the phone for hours. I get to watch every cheesy romantic comedy on TBS this weekend. Twice! And honestly, I'll let you in on a secret - I am so lazy when it comes to putting out every day. By the time day 5 rolls around after the 4 days off, I am ready to close vagina shop. You know what I mean? There is so much we can take. So, to me, 4 days, 4 days off and a weekend of Reserves is perfect.
Thursday, August 2
It's in the Bag
I've been wanting to do one of these for awhile now. Here it goes. Sorry for the poor picture quality but I used my cell phone camera.
From the top.
Target white bag. I love this thing. It's huge. It's white. It has tassled drawstrings. The best part is that it's dark brown on the inside. It holds everything.
Water. I think it's rare when you'll find me without water in my purse. I cannot stand being thirsty. I usually grab one every morning before I leave the house - sometimes the same water bottle could be left in there for weeks.
O magazine. Bought this at the Cozumel airport. It was $8. I was a wee tired of my book, so I wanted some new reads.
Gourmet magazine. We get these at work. I get more excited over their delivery than a Vogue magazine. I'm the only one in the office grabbing it as soon as it arrives. There are several recipes that I am dying to try. On the front cover is a picture of a BBQ pork burger with coleslaw...I am dying to try it first.
The Manny. Want to know a secret? I bought this book for one reason only: Some forgotton (I can't remember which one it was) magazine. About a month ago, they said it was a hot read & then said there is a hot blow job scene on page something or the other. Yeah, moving on...
Passport. Well I just got back from Mexico and really should put it in a safe place. There is a romantic side of me that wants to keep it in my purse, just in cases. Maybe someone will ask me to go to Paris, pronto, I'd like to think I'm ready.
Keys. The keyring is a solid silver heart. It is heavy as a ton. No joke. It's my mace. If someone were ever to attack me - one blow with this would surely cut them back. It's also great if I leave them in my pocket.
T make-up bag. T is my initial and I go ga-ga over anything monogrammed. I'd wear a letter T everyday if I could. I only carry this bag once a month - it houses all my period essentials: pantyliners, tampons, and ibuprofen. It comes in real handy to be secretive when going to the restroom at work. You've seen how big my bag is - I'm not lugging that to the restroom several times a day!
Wallet. The purse essential.
C.O. Bigelow lip gloss. The tastiest, shiniest, glossiest, longest lasting lip gloss on Earth. 'Nuff said.
Gum. I don't brush my teeth after every meal. I pop in gum. It does the trick.
My planner. The one thing I cannot live without. I am old school. I love writing things down in the calendar. I love writing in contacts' addresses. I love flipping it open to the month and seeing all my scribbles. Blackberry? NEVER. *I have two, this one and another that I accidently left with Bev. Yes, I carry around 2 planners. I'm that anal. But both are gorgeous and I can't let them go. I also love to synch them up. I'm crazy.
What's in your bag?
Wednesday, August 1
Asi La Vida
I was gone for a Mexican minute, now I'm back with the jump off. Yes - I was in Mexico. No, I wasn't having sex on a rooftop with Cowboy. That comment really made me laugh, thanks Beth ;)
So here are a few updates on mi vida.
Mexico
7 girls and one great bachelorette party. If you are going on any sort of vacation soon, I highly recommend all inclusive resorts. Word. All you can eat food. All you can drink alcohol. Pools. Activities. Resorts are like mini towns for vacationers. They are the best. We had such a great time. The Bride-to-be especially and that's what really counted. I'm so glad I was invited. I'm a new shade of brown now and I love it. The last time I was in Mexico I came back so dark I looked like an eggplant. This time around I'm closer to cafe con leche with a bronze tint. I LOVE it. We sat by the pool, we ate, we laughed, some of us yelled at one another, we got burned, we got drunk, we saw some cutie resort employees, we gossiped, we partied balls at Senor Frogs. All around: best trip ever.
Bev's X
Before I went to Mexico, I was in San Antonio for the night. I went out to dinner with Bev and her X (which is her current boyfriend, let's not get confused) And I have to say, after all the stories she told me about him, I was expecting some rude, Country hick boy. So, not the case. He was mature, polite, and made me laugh my ass off. He is hilarious. I honestly don't think she is selling him good enough over on her own blog, so I will do it for her and more importantly for you. He treats her like a Queen. And when your friend can see that (especially when said friend, me, has not been told any great stories about him) you know it's golden. I like X. A lot. More so than the drunken idioto ex-boyfriend I met for a minute at a bar. Yes - he was drunk and already an Ex. But he wasn't as cute as this one. Double thumbs up, Bev. Seriously. Sell him better - you are in advertising, you can do it. Not even that - just get proud of the fact that you have a really good looking guy who treats you like you deserve!
Work
Oh kill me. My boss will not shut up. She talks so much I seriously think that there is a certain word count that she must meet daily or she goes crazy. That itself is driving me crazy. Usually she talks to my coworker. A lot. But since coworker is on vacation this week, I am getting the grunt of it. Just kill me. The woman repeats everything like 20 times in a day. And she talks just to talk. I was so sick of it, I went into a room and seriously wrote out emails I was going write and mapped out an Excel spreadsheet. By hand! Then when I went back to my desk anything I wanted to say to her, I wrote an email for. Uhm hmm. I sure did. And she so got the hint - she asked me later, if she was talking so much. I was thisclose to saying yes, but I just told her I wanted to be in the room to just have some quiet. Which, I think she should take as a yes to that question.
Cowboy
The boy missed me. Badly. How do I know? 1. He really wanted to know the details of the trip, but I think he knew that he didn't think he had the right to flat out ask me all the details. So he probed. But he probed in a super cute way. Like a kid probing a parent for Christmas present clues. 2. After a lot of vague answers to his probing - he just came right out and said it. The night I came back we watched a couple of movies and at random moments he would just lean over and kiss me. No big deal, right. But let me tell you...do you have any idea, on how great it feels to have someone like you? Not just like you. But really like you. Like you so much that all they want to do is kiss up on you. I've been kissed during movies before and I've been kissed before - but gosh darn - not really kissed.
That's all, folks. You're all caught up. Regular posting to commence ;)
So here are a few updates on mi vida.
Mexico
7 girls and one great bachelorette party. If you are going on any sort of vacation soon, I highly recommend all inclusive resorts. Word. All you can eat food. All you can drink alcohol. Pools. Activities. Resorts are like mini towns for vacationers. They are the best. We had such a great time. The Bride-to-be especially and that's what really counted. I'm so glad I was invited. I'm a new shade of brown now and I love it. The last time I was in Mexico I came back so dark I looked like an eggplant. This time around I'm closer to cafe con leche with a bronze tint. I LOVE it. We sat by the pool, we ate, we laughed, some of us yelled at one another, we got burned, we got drunk, we saw some cutie resort employees, we gossiped, we partied balls at Senor Frogs. All around: best trip ever.
Bev's X
Before I went to Mexico, I was in San Antonio for the night. I went out to dinner with Bev and her X (which is her current boyfriend, let's not get confused) And I have to say, after all the stories she told me about him, I was expecting some rude, Country hick boy. So, not the case. He was mature, polite, and made me laugh my ass off. He is hilarious. I honestly don't think she is selling him good enough over on her own blog, so I will do it for her and more importantly for you. He treats her like a Queen. And when your friend can see that (especially when said friend, me, has not been told any great stories about him) you know it's golden. I like X. A lot. More so than the drunken idioto ex-boyfriend I met for a minute at a bar. Yes - he was drunk and already an Ex. But he wasn't as cute as this one. Double thumbs up, Bev. Seriously. Sell him better - you are in advertising, you can do it. Not even that - just get proud of the fact that you have a really good looking guy who treats you like you deserve!
Work
Oh kill me. My boss will not shut up. She talks so much I seriously think that there is a certain word count that she must meet daily or she goes crazy. That itself is driving me crazy. Usually she talks to my coworker. A lot. But since coworker is on vacation this week, I am getting the grunt of it. Just kill me. The woman repeats everything like 20 times in a day. And she talks just to talk. I was so sick of it, I went into a room and seriously wrote out emails I was going write and mapped out an Excel spreadsheet. By hand! Then when I went back to my desk anything I wanted to say to her, I wrote an email for. Uhm hmm. I sure did. And she so got the hint - she asked me later, if she was talking so much. I was thisclose to saying yes, but I just told her I wanted to be in the room to just have some quiet. Which, I think she should take as a yes to that question.
Cowboy
The boy missed me. Badly. How do I know? 1. He really wanted to know the details of the trip, but I think he knew that he didn't think he had the right to flat out ask me all the details. So he probed. But he probed in a super cute way. Like a kid probing a parent for Christmas present clues. 2. After a lot of vague answers to his probing - he just came right out and said it. The night I came back we watched a couple of movies and at random moments he would just lean over and kiss me. No big deal, right. But let me tell you...do you have any idea, on how great it feels to have someone like you? Not just like you. But really like you. Like you so much that all they want to do is kiss up on you. I've been kissed during movies before and I've been kissed before - but gosh darn - not really kissed.
That's all, folks. You're all caught up. Regular posting to commence ;)
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