Tuesday, November 29, 2005
I Got Nothin'
Short night last night + long day today = no blogging. And I don't see much on the horizon for tomorrow, either.
I am, however, having a shoe crisis - can't find shoes to wear with my dress for a work shindig this weekend. I'll try to post a picture of the dress which I already regret buying but refuse to replace and maybe someone will have a suggestion. I hate to shop and I've looked all over. I'm fresh out of ideas.
Monday, November 28, 2005
80-some yard touchdown on Colts opening play, following Steelers' 3 and out. Damn, the Steelers are gonna be pissed. I sure hope we can keep this up!!!
Update: Looking forward to SteveO's analysis of the only reason we won tonight. Really.
Leave Me Alone
This weekend I bought a TV and DVD/VCR for my room. The guy @ Best Buy who helped me was courteous and helpful. When he rang up my purchases, I decided to go with the service plan on the television, which required him to type in my name and other personal info.
Last name? I told him.
First name? Kelly.
Now how did I know your name was Kelly? Um, is this a quiz? Had I danced with this guy at some club? Heavens.
Then he chuckled and came up with the connection: he wanted to know if I'd seen Breakin' because I reminded him of the girl in the movie whose name was Kelly.
What a nut. And does he have a movie lined up for every possible name? Like: Now how did I know your name was Adrian? Have you seen Rocky? Or: How did I know your name was Hermione?
And that exchange must've put me over the edge because as I type this I'm eating a sandwich that isn't very good. The place across the street from me makes great subs, but I decided I couldn't deal with the sub guy's banter today. Every time I go, he flips the mustard in the air and hollers "Tom Cruise impersonation." He refers to pickles as 'fried cucumbers' and as I walk away he launches into some saying along the lines of "may your day be as bright as your smile..." it goes on, but I try not to listen.
Can't I just make my purchases and be done with it? Politeness and small talk are fine, but this stuff is just plain annoying.
Saturday, November 26, 2005
The Paul Simon Collection.
Admit it, I'm on the cutting edge of music.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Barring craziness at work, I'm outta here around noon today. We're off to Wisconsin for the next few days. My family in Wisconsin rocks and we're looking forward to a fun holiday with them. I'll return to posting on Sunday. In the meantime, I'd like share a few things for which I am thankful:
There is so much more - I just wanted to list some of the things I give thanks for today. As I have for many years, I have an abundance of blessings for which to be thankful. Particularly on my mind this year are my friends and family. I pray for JC and his health and I am thankful for all the friends I made at school. I pray also for my 2 lovely sisters and their families in Arizona. We miss you guys and wish we could be together this holiday! Christmas will be wonderful.
Happy Thanksgiving to all of you! AND - safe travels for all who will be away from home this Thanksgiving!!
Are You a Gambling Man?*
If so, maybe you have the over-under on how long before I kill these lovely plants. I have no idea what that means, but it's my 'clever' way of saying I bought poinsettia plants from my church today and they're sure to be dead or dying within the week.
*I have no problem using the generic masculine here instead of the cumbersome man/woman option. If this offends you, get over it.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Nothin' Like a *Little* Performance Anxiety
Picture found at Starbender's.
Monday, November 21, 2005
People Are Strange
There are 4 stalls in the women's bathroom on the floor where I work. 3 regular, 1 handicap.
Last week I walked into the bathroom and noticed immediately that someone was sitting on the floor of the handicap stall, near the bathroom door. I went about my business and she changed position a little but remained on the floor, emitting a small groan or sigh at one point.
As I was washing my hands, I couldn't help but ask, "Are you okay in there?"
"Fine," she answered. "Just taking a break."
It wasn't until I'd left the bathroom that I realized I should have suggested the break room for her little respite. Where there are a popcorn machine, and a TV, and chairs...
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Don't Be Jealous (Weekend Recap)
-Woke up early, did about an hour of work which actually took close to 2 hours 'cause I kept getting kicked off the firm network (working from home).
-T reluctantly accompanied me to Linens 'n' Things and then to Bed Bath and Beyond. The traffic at Keystone at the Crossing was ridiculous; I asked T to remind me not to return there for Christmas shopping. I'm way too short on patience to deal with all those people and cars.
-I bought a 600 count sheet set to celebrate Friday's arrival of my new mattress and boxsprings!
-T and I hauled ass to Trader's Point to catch the 4:10 showing of Harry Potter. We both enjoyed it, but more importantly, she was happy I caved and took her to the movies instead of plugging away at my list of things to do.
-Now running late - the movie is 2 1/2 hours! - we ran into the Marsh at Trader's Point. It's not really a place to find something quickly if you've never been there before. T and I agreed it was a nutty store - so big and arranged differently than any store I've ever seen. It's nice, though, and we may go back.
-Dropped T off @ Mama's and headed to Brownsburg for fondue fun. A friend I used to work with at the hospital had her 3rd annual fondue/birthday party. It was a blast, I got to eat cheese, drink wine, and laugh with the girls.
-Left (sort of) early and drove back across town to Manda's. We stayed up for a few more hours, laughing and having more fun than should be legal.
-Woke up early to Milo licking my lips.
-Came home and washed my new sheets!!!
-Legal research online (between blogging, e-mailing, and IMing...)
-Decided to go to the office to get my work done: same distractions but better discipline there.
-Stopped at Wal-Mart and thought I had lucked out because there was NO LINE at the cashier. But then the little machine wouldn't roll my check through, the register locked up, and the woman in charge expected me to stand there indefinitely while she punched the "clear" button to death. I lasted 15 minutes. I thought I was in the Twilight Zone.
-Best Buy was next, to drop off T's laptop. I got stuck in more technological hell as the service rep tried to find my service plan info despite that her "system was down." I also almost bought a TV; I'll probably go back tomorrow and do it.
-Now I'm home and I need to pay the bills, which always makes my stomach hurt and causes me to break out in a cold sweat. The reason I've postponed it, though, is that T got me sucked in to tonight's Cold Case. Actually, they had me from the opening during which they played Elton John's Rocket Man.
-And finally, I can't wait to go to bed. It's the first night since my bed was delivered that I'll get to sleep in it and my new sheets are calling my name. Sweet Dreams!
We've Got Spirit, Yes We Do; We've Got Spirit, How 'Bout You?
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Kanye Cracks Me Up
4 kids and I gotta take all they bad asses to ShowBiz?
Seriously, Chuck E. Cheese ain't got nothin' on ShowBiz.
Men in Fur Coats
Please, don't do it.
Friday, November 18, 2005
Does This Mean I'm a Parent?
T is babysitting. The 'employers' in question picked her up around 6:30pm; I asked T to call me and let me know when I should expect her to be home. I never heard from her, so interrupted my fabulous time hosting Chuck for dinner to call T around 9ish. She had no idea when the parents were planning to return, but did have permission to pop in another video for the kids.
It is now 11:45pm. While I've enjoyed the evening of alone time - since Chuck's sad departure - I now miss T and can feel that knot forming in my stomach that won't disappear until she's at home, safe and sound.
Someone recently got to my blog by a search for "loose weight with x-lax."
Misspelling? Or no? You make the call.
NCAA College Basketball Blog
OK, it's that college basketball time of year and you know what that means! You don't? Well, neither do I. But if you're interested in the subject (Scott, others...) then you must visit this blog: Ultimate College Basketball Guide. It's dedicated to all things Division I. And this kid knows his stuff. (And probably doesn't consider himself a kid, but since I'm an old woman I can call him that).
You'll quickly learn that Jordan knows nearly all there is to know about college ball (and baseball, football, music...but I guess those are topics for different blogs). Pay him a visit. You can always reach his blog from the link I've added to my own Links on the right.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
I spent Monday helping another attorney interview staff members at a local hospital to gather information for a med mal case. We interviewed 7 people and at the end of each session she would give her attorney-client privilege 'spiel,' imploring each person not to discuss the matter with anyone but us.
By the end of the day, I'd heard it several times and as she went through it my mind would start to wander. The privilege began to sound ethereal, almost magical. And I began to wonder: what does it look like?
Is it an umbrella, opening above attorney and client as they confer? Is it a force field, surrounding them? A cloud? An aura? What sort of color does it give off (Amanda)?
Anyhow, I've been unable to find caselaw on this specific point...any thoughts?
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Your Prayers - Once Again
My (our) friend JC undergoes brain surgery today beginning at 8:45am. Please pray for/send good vibes to him and his family. I pray for a successful surgery, speedy recovery, and good news from tests to be run afterward.
Prince sent me a message this morning.
It went something like this:
I can't disguise the pounding of my heart
It beats so strong
It's in your eyes what can I say
They turn me on
I don't care where we go
I don't care what we do
I don't care pretty baby
Just take me with u
Come on and touch the place in me
That's calling out your name
We want each other oh so much
Why must we play this game?
Don't care where we go
I don't care what we do
I don't care pretty baby
Just take me with u
I don't care if we spend the night at your mansion
I don't care if we spend the night on the town
All I want is 2 spend the night together
All I want is 2 spend the night in your arms
To be around u is so-oh right
You're sheer perfection (thank u)
Drive me crazy, drive me all night
Just don't break up the connection
I don't care where we go
I don't care what we do
I don't care pretty baby
Just take me with u
I don't care where we go
I don't care what we do
I don't care pretty baby
Just take me with u
Just take me with u
Oh won't u take me with u
Honey take me with u
I haven't responded yet.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Over T's protests, I went with the red. And - bonus - it was on sale for $69.99. I'm so glad I waterproofed it, because it's raining like crazy today. You like?
And yes, that' some of my fabulous new bedroom furniture upon which my new bag is hanging.
Monday, November 14, 2005
On Home Ownership
As I just now sit down to my dinner of champions: fried bologna and cheese accompanied by 4 Triscuits, each with a square of American cheese and a dash of ketchup, I can't get the beer down fast enough. (And unfortunately, because I have work to do, I do mean the beer and not the beers.)
I've been a home owner for 6 weeks - and I'm not ready yet. I don't mind admitting that to you because my father's been a homeowner for over 25 years and he's not ready yet, either.
I worked until about 6 today and then, after retrieving T from Mom and Dad's, I walked down the block 5 houses to a neighborhood association meeting. Don't get me started on the woman who drove 3 houses down and then parked right at the start of the sidewalk path to the door. Anyway, we gathered because there were some issues that needed to be taken care of, responsibilities that needed to be fulfilled.
They've been doing this for several years now and the meeting, small as it was, came complete with minutes of the last meeting and ended with 'elections' of new officers. I barely avoided caving in to the tremendous lack of volunteers for the positions of treasurer and chairperson/secretary. Our kind hostess and current co-chair spoke up and said "I think Kelly should get a 1 year grace period." Bless her heart, so do I.
The meeting was relatively painless and after just over an hour we were wrapping things up. And then my current neighbor announced she had some news, in case we hadn't heard. A house on our block had been burglarized a couple weeks ago. I hadn't heard. It was broken into during the day, about the time most people get home from work. A ground-floor front window was pried open. A neighbor noticed something amiss and called the cops, but the intruders left in their car before being caught.
Great. Just as I've gotten used to the various noises my house makes at night, now I have this to worry about. Get a dog, you say? Sure. Except we're never home to care for it and I don't need the added stress/responsibility. And - the house in question had a giant doberman pinscher which the burglars simply placed in its cage.
And just for fun, several other homeowners have reported people simply walking up to back windows and peering in to their homes, hands up near their faces to block the glare. WTF?
When I got home, I immediately began checking windows on the ground floor, feeling a little silly knowing I'd already locked them all the first night we slept here.
Surprise, surprise. The first window I checked was unlocked, T the culprit. She'd been enjoying the nice weather weeks ago and it's been unlocked ever since. I gave her a little education on the need to be more careful. Window #2? Check. #3? Locked. #4? Whaddya know - another unlocked window - a large window, in the dining room. Why was it unlocked, you ask? Because I'm an idiot. The locks were in the locked position, but it wasn't locked. I think the frame or something is warped because I couldn't get either 1 of the 2 locks to catch no matter how hard I pressed or pounded. Finally, after a few helpful cuss words and a fleeting thought of dragging my neighbor over to help me, I got them locked.
So, I'm a little stressed. It's quite frankly scary being a female (or 2 females) and living on my own. Perhaps I'm being melodramatic, but news of the recent burglary has me upset. No neighborhood is completely free of crime, but it's never nice finding out just how close to home and close in time it has hit.
Truly a Nightmare
14yo girl missing, parents shot to death in their home, police searching for girl and her 18yo boyfriend. *shudder*
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Act Your Age, Mama, Not Your Shoe Size
While we waited for the salesperson to bring out the coveted pair of Puma's, T showed me the next pair of shoes she wants: Chuck Taylors. I don't pretend to understand.
At least she's not asking for Jimmy Choo's.
We got up early enough for 8am mass. T ate 2 cinnamon rolls, left over from yesterday, for breakfast. We returned home around 10am (had to stop @ Marsh) and T hit the kitchen. She heated up a frozen fettuccine alfredo and I nagged about her eating lunch in the morning, especially so soon after breakfast. But what rendered me almost speechless was the addition of 6 Oreos to her plate. Incredible - and gross.
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Gimme Gimme Gimme
Manda posted today about giving money to our law school's annual fundraising campaign. I agree with the notion of giving back because I've received an opportunity and I plan to do so when I feel I can afford it.
The problem is, I can't quite seem to get into that mindset when it comes to my high school. Certainly, the school isn't hurting for money. But they ask for it several times a year and I know they grant many scholarships, so I think such a gift would be for a good cause, in a broad sense.
But I can't quite get over my distaste from my experience there enough to happily send them a check. I received a good education and I met some absolutely outstanding teachers and people whom I will never forget. But I was treated by the administration as a 2nd class citizen, an embarrassment, when I became pregnant with T.
Sure, I see their point. It's a Catholic school, after all, and they can't exactly throw pregnant students baby showers and congratulate them over the PA during morning announcements. Heaven forbid another student sees how fabulous the pregnant teen life is and decides to have a baby herself, all because of me. But - they wanted to run me out. They wanted me gone. They asked my parents to take me out of school. And thank God for my wonderful parents, because they refused. They weren't happy to find themselves with a 16 year old daughter, but they stood behind me 100% and looked out for my best interests. I am truly blessed.
I have vague memories of a meeting with the school principal, several members of the administration, a teacher or two, me, and my parents. My parents fought to keep me in school and it worked. We agreed to a senseless compromise whereby I would be allowed to attend 1st through 4th periods and then I would have to leave school at lunch and not return in the afternoons. Something about not wanting my pregnant belly parading around the cafeteria (though I guess me walking the halls was less of a problem). 5th period was study hall, 6th period was religion and my wonderful teacher cut me some serious slack as I home studied, and 7th was World History, which was audiotaped for me. I think I got a D. (Now you know why I know nothing about world history).
A couple things don't sit well. First, I knew many girls who got pregnant in high school and had abortions. They were of course not asked to leave, presumably because no one was aware of their situations. Second, I knew of at least 1 student who got pregnant and left. But her boyfriend stayed and wasn't asked to leave. Talk about your double standard.
But the thing that rankles most is how the school portrays itself - as one big happy family. Administrators, teachers, and alumni alike go on and on about the 'family' that is the school and its alumni. About how wonderful the former administrators and principal are. This from a place that prefers to abandon students who have made mistakes when they are their most vulnerable and when they most need support and structure.
So I guess I'm holding a grudge. Mostly I just don't want to give the appearance that I've bought into the bullshit that the school is selling. But I'm working on getting over it.
For 2 people who don't like to shop, T and I made out ok today. That girl hates to shop, and she gets it from me. She wanted her Pumas, but I also wanted to get her some clothes. I would drag her into stores she likes, like Aeropostale and American Eagle. I'd wait for her to see something she liked, but she would basically just follow me around waiting for me to say we could leave. Sigh. I shouldn't complain, 'cause it no doubt saves me a bundle of money. But when she needs stuff, like I think she does now, it can be frustrating.
Anyway, we each wound up with a few items. But most importantly, I refrained from buying 2 things in particular: (1) a gorgeous pair of black boots - for $189. I've never spent that much money on one pair of shoes, and I don't think now is the time to start. (2) a red leather briefcase/shoulder bag to replace the duct-taped Westlaw bag I now carry to and from work. T vetoed the red so I decided to give it some more thought. I'm such a good girl.
Speaking of vacation (we were, in the comments below)
I had a mini-vacation planned for this weekend. My friend N wanted to do something special for her daughter's 16th birthday, which was this past Tuesday. She had a party for her last weekend, as she does every year, but for various reasons this one was small and rather anti-climactic. So we decided to take ourselves and our daughters for a weekend trip.
We toyed with the idea of Vegas (over N's protests that "St. Louis is more fun!"). A quick check of last minute weekend flights revealed they were at least $500 each. No thanks. So it was settled - we'd drive to "the Lou" Friday after work and stay for the weekend. N made hotel reservations Wednesday on my go-ahead after I decided I could swing it and still get my work done.
And then T got in trouble. Shirked her responsibilities, lied to my face. I just couldn't bring myself to let her go on the trip - and I figured we could use the weekend at home together, trying to get a handle on the problems we've been encountering.
N was disappointed, as am I. I think (and hope) she understands. And though it would have been a blast, I'm infinitely more relaxed, knowing I have time to do some things that need to be accomplished this weekend.
So far, it's been a good choice. T and I went shopping last night (thanks, Tommy!) for my mattress and box springs. I let her shift gears for me as we drove to the mall and she enjoyed that. Then we came home, I made kick ass soft tacos, and she watched The Usual Suspects with me.
At her request, I made cinnamon rolls for breakfast. We're now off to the mall, she wants new shoes - Pumas, which look like not much more than colorful Keds, to the tune of at least $70/pair - and I'd told her long ago she could have them. We just literally haven't had time to shop. She needs some additional clothes for school, too.
I'm hoping this weekend together will do us some good and then maybe we can revisit the weekend getaway idea soon.
Friday, November 11, 2005
Mindless? Not really.
Mind-numbing? Without question.
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Must To See
There's a couple movies I've been wanting to see. In Her Shoes looks good and I've heard good things about it. At PG-13, I'm planning to take T if I ever get around to seeing it.
Then there's Jarhead, about which everyone is talking. I've heard mixed reports and would like to see it.
But tonight I saw a preview for a soon-to-be-released flick which immediately shot straight to the top of my MUST SEE list: The Ice Harvest. Mindless entertainment, with John Cusack larger than life on the screen.
Your Prayers and Good Wishes, Please
I found out this morning that a good friend with whom we graduated has just received a serious diagnosis. I'm not sure how much or little he'd want me to broadcast on my blog, so suffice it to say he's visiting the neurosurgeon today and if you could join me in saying a prayer for him and sending good vibes the way of him and his wife I would greatly appreciate it.
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
I Can't Even...
It started out minor. Supremely irritating and worth yelling about for a few minutes, but minor. I told T I'd pick her up today a few minutes after 5 - could she possibly hang out @ school, do some homework, etc...
Around 4:30 she calls me to say she wants pizza for dinner. Excellent choice, I agreed. And then I told her I'd be leaving work in 15 minutes to come get her. I arrive at 5:13. No T. I wait 1 minute. No T. I wait 5 minutes. No T. I wait 10 minutes. No T. See a pattern developing? After 15 minutes and half a dozen calls to her cell phone, including a text message [I am here], I get out of the car and walk into her school building. I have absolutely no idea where she might be. A couple minutes later, out one of the windows, I spy her now outside, talking with a couple friends, and cursorily looking for me.
We eventually meet up at the car, her without the hustle I'd have exhibited if I'd just kept my mother waiting for 15 minutes. I yelled and she had the nerve to yell back "It's not my fault my phone wasn't ringing; I was in the basement." Point completely missed. I explained that time is valuable and if 15 minutes didn't mean anything to her, next time I'd spend it at work being productive instead of at her school, fuming.
But we got over it. I still ordered pizza; she was appreciative. Then I informed her I'd be leaving after a while to pick my parents up from the airport. They made it back safe and sound tonight from their gazillion week Hawaiian cruise and San Diego visit. I gave T the option of going with me or staying home. She chose to stay home and reminded me she had 2 shows to tape for Mama and Papa - one @ 9pm and one at 10. I was glad she'd remembered and right before I left I instructed her not to forget and to take her dishes downstairs, I'd see her later.
I got home not too long ago - around twenty 'til 11. The pizza was of course sitting out and I began putting it away. T came into the kitchen and walked over and gave me a hug. Nice gesture. Then I noticed the time and casually inquired as to how the taping had gone. She released me from her embrace and immediately began to head for the stairs. No dice. Hadn't taped a thing. I'd even told my parents she'd opted not to come but was home, 'diligently taping.'
"T," I called, "go get your laptop and put it in my room." Once I got upstairs I asked for her cell phone, too. Her response, after giving it to me, was "but I wasn't even on the phone."
I asked her what had happened - how she could possibly have forgotten to tape BOTH shows after saying she was staying home to do just that. "Time just got away from me. One minute I was playing solitaire and the next..."
"Solitaire?" I asked. She was keeping up the charade that she hadn't been online, since I'd banned her from it last week after a test grade that should've been better. "Ok, I was online," she admitted. Shocking. After completely disregarding me and my parents she had the nerve to stand there and lie to my face. Sigh.
So - that's it. This isn't a sitcom; there's no resolution in 30 minutes and there damn sure isn't a laugh track. She just came in and apologized but that doesn't really address the problem. Which problem is largely my fault: T is a wonderful girl and I love her to pieces, but she has no responsibilities. No responsibilities, and therefore little to no sense of responsibility. That's tough as a parent to admit, but there's no getting around it at this point.
OK - I'm finished. I just needed to rant. And since this is my blog, that's what I did. Please, (Tommy & other well meaning readers) I appreciate good advice - but don't try to fix this for me in the space of a blog comment. We have many areas that could use improving and I know it. I just need a place to blow off some steam and since I don't see another parent here with me in my bedroom, you lucky folks get to live this craziness with me.
At The Bank
A man sauntered up to the teller next to me, loudly greeting all the female tellers at the bank, and asked for a withdrawal from his checking account. "Since it's Friday, you'd better give it to me all in singles," he said.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Hey There Big Spender
My receipt from Champps last night reads as follows =
Monday, November 07, 2005
-I was excited about wearing jeans and my Peyton jersey today, until I remembered my afternoon meeting with a client. Damn. Go Colts!!!
-Flu shot: check!
-Pro se plaintiffs in federal court: gotta love 'em.
Sunday, November 06, 2005
I just made the phone call. You know, to the guy from the other night. Should we just call him C-note for easy reference?
Anyway, I decided I didn't really want to give it another try. Though in fairness to him, maybe bowling - his suggestion - would have been a more relaxed atmosphere and he might've come off better. But I'd had enough.
So I called and when the inevitable "so when can I see you again" came I simply told him I was calling to say I didn't want to go back out with him. He was silent. I explained I had a blast dancing with him when we met and a nice time the other night, but I didn't see it going anywhere and thought the best thing to do was just be honest.
He thanked me and that was that.
So what do you think? Is that too harsh? It seemed somehow cruel, but I couldn't think of a better way to handle it. Honesty is the best policy and all that.
Saturday, November 05, 2005
-I called T at her high school's football game to ask whether the game was almost over. She had no idea.
Me: What are you doing?
T: Sitting on a hill with some of my friends. (cue noisy friends in background)
Me: Are you even pretending to watch the game?
-One of T's current favorite lines in a song is "I'm just a notch in your bedpost but you're just a line in a song." She screams it at full volume whenever the song plays and then (re)informs me it's her favorite line.
-When I picked her up from play rehearsals earlier this week, T pulled up her shirt sleeve and showed me her arm.
T: My friend bit me.
Me: (there it was - teeth marks. No broken skin, but clearly a bite mark) Why?!?
T: I was complaining that my finger hurt and she wanted to take my mind off of it.
Me: Um, I think that's a problem.
T: Oh, don't worry. It's fine. She's really cool people.
Friday, November 04, 2005
-The Usual Suspects
Nope, I haven't seen either one. Yes, I'm serious. Frankly, it was all I could do to refrain from renting some old favorites once I determined they didn't have what I was looking for (Anatomy of a Murder). I had a close call with both Bridges of Madison County and Donnie Darko. Love those movies.
Another First Date
Loyal readers may notice these reports are few and far between. It's a pathetic life but someone has to live it.
Disclaimer: He was very nice. Polite, well-spoken, chivalrous (opening doors, helping me on with my jacket), good-looking, paid for my appetizer and drink.
But still: I'm not feelin' it. I had to carry the entire conversation. Those who know me know that not only am I terrible at doing so, I hate doing it. I realize it was a first date and it requires a little give and take on both sides, but looking back I can only think of one question he asked me about myself to the dozens I asked him. Not a good sign.
And after paying the check, he was fishing around in his wallet, muttering because he couldn't get something out. Finally, claiming fat fingers, he pointed his wallet toward me and asked me to retrieve what looked like a folded piece of paper. I did. Turns out - oh, my - it was a hundred dollar bill "I forgot was in there." Stop yourself - does this work for people? Are women impressed by that? Not this one.
So now I have to decide: another date? He wants to go bowling; maybe a setting like that would facilitate more natural conversation. I feel like I'm being hard on him and should give it another shot. I'd chalk it up to him being shy except he wasn't too shy to stare at me, play with my hair (which I love - if I know you), ask for a hug and a kiss, etc.... Dating sucks.
Thursday, November 03, 2005
From a House to a Home
What, you ask? Did I get furniture? No. I've reached a much more important milestone: I spilled beer on my bedroom floor. Ah, home.
She is now clearly aware...
of just how cute she is.*
Bobby and Cookndad, you guys are in for some trouble now!
*Man, do I miss this kid.
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
If I heard it once today,
I heard it a zillion times:
Do What You Want To Do
There Ain't No Rules It's Up To You
It's Time To Come Alive
And Party On Right Through The Night
Gotta Hide Your Inhibitions
Gotta Let That Fool Loose Deep Inside Your Soul
Want To See An Exhibition
Better Do It Now Before You Get To Old
'Cause We're The Party People Night And Day
Livin' Crazy That's The Only Way ...
Since I'm Lazily Linking
Go read this. I don't have the sarcasm down nearly as well as THL, but I've been known to utter a biting comment or 2. Like THL, I don't plan on giving it up any time soon, no matter what Maureen so-and-so says.
And that stuff about accidentally downloading a screen saver on her pseudo-friend's laptop? Golden.
I'm not lazy, really, just busy. (Ok, I'm lazy, but not today). So instead of a post, I have to offer only a couple jokes I received today through a "forward." Yes, a forward. But this stuff was really funny (there were 11, I picked 2 for your amusement). Either that or I'm slap happy due to lack of sleep.
1. It was that time, during the Sunday morning service, for the children's sermon:
All the children were invited to come forward.
One little girl was wearing a particularly pretty dress and, as she sat down, the pastor leaned over and said, "That is a very pretty dress. Is it your Easter Dress?"
The little girl replied, directly into the pastor's clip-on microphone, "Yes, and my Mom says it's a bitch to iron."
2. A little girl goes to the barber shop with her father:
She stands next to the barber chair, while her dad gets his hair cut, eating a snack cake. The barber says to her, "Sweetheart, you're gonna get hair on your Twinkie."
She says, "Yes, I know, and I'm gonna get boobs too."
-If you want original material, visit Fresh. I can't get enough of that place.
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Must To Do
-Take the Jetta in to get my tail light fixed. Creepy, though perhaps well-meaning, guys motioning me to roll down my window is not what I need first thing in the morning. Not to mention I got stopped last week and threatened with an >$100 ticket for the offense.
-While I'm at it, let VW repair the things for which they keep sending me recall notices.
-Get a new bag for carrying my stuff to work. I'm still using Ol' Faithful, duct tape and all. Only 1 partner has made fun of me so far.
-Be more productive today than I was yesterday...
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