I'm sure stranger things have happened. . .

Maybe, maybe not?!? I think strange things just HAPPEN to me! I am aware of this people!! :)

So. . . I guess Dean and I are trying the friends thing. But it is hard. I mean HARD. He called Tuesday afternoon and I thought was just making small talk and asked what I was up to that night and I of course said "Oh nothing." This is when he asked "So, you want to go out to eat and hang out then??" I walked right into it. I did. And it's not that I don't want to hang out with him anymore. I do. And I think now that I realized I'm over him, the hanging out is easier.

Until. . .

He gets his money out in anticipation for the check (the amount he feels will cover the whole thing). Then when the check comes I get my money out all speedy, and he ends up putting that money away and getting out smaller money to pay the bill. We ate Mexican and as most Mexican places are here in town, you pay at the counter. So the fact that I got my money out then and there says something. I never do it. I get out the tip maybe, but not the money. He could have said "I got this." But I let him get lunch not too long ago and I probably shouldn't have. And usually when we would go out to eat, he would get the meal and I would get the tip. That's how we work. That's how we used to work anyway.

Anyway, we are leaving and he asks to go shopping. Shopping?!? Well now I think we're starting to cross back over to the weird zone. So what do we do?? We go to Gordman's. On the way there I'm telling him that I do need new perfume because I'm trying out scents and this one that I'm wearing I think smells like cotton candy on my skin. He smells it and agrees and I say "See?!? I need a new perfume then. I mean what if someone becomes hungry and just decides to take a bite out of my arm??" Now in most instances, say a year ago-6 months ago even-I would have been mortified at my one funny (in my own way) comment. And he just laughs and says that that would probably be bad if that happened. So we go and decide what perfume I should get and then smell colognes and determine what he should get. (He decided to not get cologne at this time, in case you were wondering.) I then help him pick out t-shirts and socks--the reason he wanted to go shopping. I also help him look at dress shirts but he can't remember his neck size, so he doesn't buy any. (Now, had I ever actually strangled him, I could have told him his neck size, but that was only pure fantasy.)

We then go back to my house to watch tv and hang out. To which, when I go to the restroom, he automatically sits on the couch and takes control of the remote. I ask him if he wants some angel food cake and he says "No, if I want some, I can just eat some of yours." There we go. . . back to weird. . . Which he did. . . off of my fork. . . and I acted like it was an airplane. Yes, he's three. :)

This is where my coolness comes in (again). . . I'm in my kitchen putting our dishes away when he looks at the time and figures he best be going. (It was 10:30ish!) So we make some more small talk and he holds his arm up for approximately, oh, 30 seconds, to which he gives me a really funny look, and I say "Oh, you want a hug!" And as he hugs me he says "Why wouldn't I want a hug? We usually hug goodbye."

Now, I guess. . . that's normal. . .friends hug goodbye. However, there was no drinking involved. No deep philosophical discussions. No nothing. I usually always hug my girlfriends goodbye, but not always my guy friends. It was. . . well weird. . . But at least I don't have feelings anymore or again! Right?? Right???

Things people should think about before saying them.. .

So I was telling my father that Gramps was pretty grumpy on Saturday when I was with him and you know what my father does?!?

He TELLS Gramps when he talked to him yesterday that he heard he was grumpy on Saturday and Gramps says "yeah I guess so."

I said "DAD, What were you thinking?!? Why'd you tell Gramps I said that?!?" and my father says "Well he doesn't know it was you that told me."

And I said, "Really?!? Who else hangs out with him as much and talks to you as much as I do. Good call A-hole. Good call. I'm pretty sure you don't appreciate it when we call you a grump."

To which my father replies "Well I'm never a grump." Okay. . .Father. . .Whatever you say. . . Whatever you say. . .

Deep Thoughts by Idea #527. . .

Sometimes I think that well. . . I might be too nice to people and then I prove myself right.


My Grandpa can be extremely grumpy sometimes and yet I drive up an hour and half to see him all the time (now only twice a month because of the gas prices as opposed to every weekend I am here). And when I tell my Dad he's grumpy, dad says to quit visiting him. However, my dad can be grumpy too, but he doesn't let me quit visiting him.

I think my mom deserves an award for being probably the sweetest lady on earth. She drove 45 minutes at 9:30 at night (and was up at 4am) to go be with my dad, knowing that she had to be up again at 5am to drive back the 45 minutes. NICE LADY. I would have stayed in bed where I already was.

Sometimes even though you have the best intentions and say things that aren't hurtful, people take them seriously. The first time I met one of my good guy friends, I thought he was a Dickhead and last night before our game we were playing True Colors and the question was asked who here is not the person you initially thought they were. Myself and another friend thought he was a dickhead when we first met him and subsequently after getting to know him, I've become good friends with him and realized he's not the person I thought he was. Last night, he couldn't get over the fact I thought he was a dick. Our other guy friend thought he was a big fat douche bag, but he's not nearly as mad about that seeing as that has come out in conversation before.

Why does it feel like just because we aren't weird friends anymore, that we've broken up?? I feel like I'm trying too hard in Dean and my's friendship. Much like when a guy from college and I broke up and months later he showed up at my door wanting to be friends. It was like I trying for a long time to be friends with him. Maybe it just takes time to go back to being good friends again. And before the weirdness began, I didn't try at all. Maybe he feels the same too.

Dean got lost today and called me to help him find his way back. It makes me realize that I shouldn't date someone who can't seem to get himself out of the broad side of a barn. This town is not hard to get around in at all. Plus he's lived here for OVER a year and a half. And lived off of the exit he was supposed to take.

Testing. . . 1. . .2. . . testing. . .

So H told me I need to try out being cool and learn how to link and post. .. So, I'm trying it out. .. we'll see how it goes. . .

Things I figured I would post practice and post: Cool ones only from the Omaha Zoo. . . We'll see how this goes. . . :)

These are the jelly fish. . . I just liked them. . .

Some sort of weird sea horse. . .

This animal almost looked cartoon like. . .

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In the dessert. . .

I actually was super close to this peacock!

Well. .. I tried it. . . Maybe from now on I can link pics too! WAHOO!!!

Confessions.. .

I must also confess something. . . I am not proud of it. . .but. . . well. . . I ate lunch with Dean today. I'm telling you so my other friends won't pelt me with flying objects. I know them. . . they would. . .they're kind of mean sometimes. . .

Lunch was okay and not near as awkward as our last lunch. I pretty much made fun of him for a bit for being a complete moron and then talked about the other guys I was hanging out with. Too bad nothing romantic with the other guys, but still. . .

Our goodbyes are sooo awkward now too. It's weird. . . I remember not having to try to be friends with people. . . and now it just feels like I'm trying so hard to be his friend. I don't think you should have to try very hard to be friends with people. Maybe we just don't know how to be friends anymore. Or maybe we are the people that can't be friends. But I guess you'd have to actually be considered in a relationship to no longer be friends, right?!?

H, back at the beginning of March, had me change his name to "Stupid Idiot" in my phone. She initially thought I should just delete it but then we thought that might not be good because what if something happened and I really needed to get ahold of him or something. So it was really quite comical because he'd call and his picture would come up with the name Stupid Idiot underneath. And when I would answer, I'd be chuckling, and he always thought that it was because I was laughing at something else. And now the name is just sad. . . because he might just be a Stupid Idiot. . .

The funny part is that I was telling H's and I's other cousin about this a week after I did it, and she had just broken up with her boyfriend and decided to change his name to "Jerk Off" and then added his picture to it as well. It's really quite comical.

I wonder how many other people I can get to do this. . .

Sweet, Sweet Music. . .

Last night's concert was great! Colbie Caillat was fantastic! I did get slightly sad when she sang "Bubbly" but as I mentioned yesterday, it sort of was the song that got her famous. . .

I was really happy with her song choices too. . . well I mean. . . she only has one album out, but she still managed to not sing all the songs on her album. She did a rendition of "I want you Back" by the Jackson 5. . .this also happens to be my ring back tone, so of course I loved it! :)
(On a complete side note: it's soooo much better than the Barney Theme Song that someone keeps thinking is a good idea to have as mine. . . I mean really?!? Haven't I suffered enough??)

Colbie (since we're BFFs I'll call her that) also sang some new songs that I imagine will be on an upcoming album. She is touring with John Mayer soon, so I am glad I got to see her before she hit it REALLY big. Much like when I saw Michael Buble and Maroon 5, up close and personal. . . Although I could have stood to by MUCH closer to Michael Buble. I was only 11 rows back in an intimate setting for Maroon 5, so not complaining. . .and my tickets were free.

Things I didn't like about the show:

The opening act--Trevor Hall. He was okay. . . but I would have much rather heard Colbie's real life boyfriend Jason Reeves. . . he is awesome and is from Iowa. And Trevor looked like Ben Seaver from Growing Pains. I can't remember Ben's real name. . .Jeremy something. . . but still, the guy looked a lot like him and my friend Sarah and I kept saying "BEN SEAVER!"

The high school kids there. I mean. . . seriously folks. . . I cannot figure out how some of these girls' parents let them out of the house. Girls are just looking sluttier and sluttier now in high school. No wonder kids are growing up faster. My mom and were just discussing this weekend how kids today have more sex shoved down their throats than even I did. . .and even the children of the 60s and 70s. TV is being more sexually explicit and whatnot even. It's sad but it's true. We're making our kids grow up faster. What's up with that?!? (I think this might be a complete post in itself.)

I think that's all I didn't like. . .

Oh and on a completely unrelated note: I woke up with a KILLER headache this morning. I wonder why. . . I wonder why. . .

What are the odds?!?

So. . . I know I keep saying I have all these posts to write and then I don't write them. I actually have been busy with my job. I mean really busy. It sucks!

Anyway, brief update. . . I went to Phoenix for work and this is where my story begins. I literally sat alone in the Phoenix airport for 6 hours. ALONE. After about 3 hours of reading my book and talking to people on the phone, I decided to head towards the martini bar next to my terminal. I sat watching a playoff game and ordered a double rum and diet and chatted with the bartender. I'm not sure if people know this or not but it's ALWAYS a good idea to make friends with the bartender. ALWAYS!

Well while talking to the bartender, this nice looking guy decides to move from the booth to sitting up at the bar next to me. Turns out, he's from Iowa too! And lives close to me! I think she thinks we would make a good match because she makes him and me keep drinking AND not only that asks us if we're both single. She also decides that we need to do shots with her--free of charge! And since I made friends with the bartender, after my initial double rum and diet, I paid cash for, she only charged me for ONE single rum and diet instead of my two doubles on the tab I started! WAHOO! So my flight and cute guy's flights are getting ready to take off and we head towards our terminals which are next to each other and I decide that he needs my number in case he ever gets to my city. And he said, "thanks, I didn't know how to ask for it!" (Update: He hasn't called, but he does travel 240 days a year, so I'm not really holding my breath!)

I should also take the time to let you all know that I hadn't eaten anything besides a cookie at the airport. The bartender warned me away from eating anything at the airport, so I just ate the banana I had while waiting for my flight to take off. And I had an overabundance of drinks in me. Hence the liquid courage to give the cute stranger my number. And instead of just passing out on the plane I become a chatty Cathy with my seat buddy. Who turns out was pretty cool. And apparently thought I would make a great match for her friend, who just happens to be a Cardiologist at the hospital and his name is Sunny. We exchanged cards. Well she exchanged cards, for some reason, I don't have any. I keep bringing this up with my boss because on all these proposals he sends me on, they ask for them, and I don't have any. Anyways, I get this email from her last week asking if I still would want to be set up and I say "Of course!" and well had he not been on call yesterday I could tell you about the blind date I had.

Now this is where the story gets. . . well. . . kind of funny. When I get home it starts to ring in my head. . . hmmm. . . Sunny. . . Cardiologist. . . and then it hits me: Crazy former neighbor lady got set up on a blind date with a cardiologist named Sunny. And she said they had awesome chemistry, blah, blah, blah. I really need to know the odds on this. Because really it could be quite frankly scary especially since people always tell me I know EVERYONE and am literally 4 degrees of separation away from people instead of the standard 6. (I would say the name of the game that goes something like 6 degrees of Separation from a certain movie star, but he creeps H* out for unknown reasons. . .)

Now I'm not sure if I've talked about Crazy lady but I know H has. And well. . . if this guy supposedly has chemistry with her, there is no way he and I are going to get along. We are in fact POLAR opposites. I mean BEYOND opposites. Besides the whole I'm normal and stable and she's not. In every sense of the word, we are opposites. Well last night my roommate was telling me that Crazy was telling her they'd been on 7 dates and he was a great kisser and whatnot. So roommie and I start talking about how we just can't figure out how anyone would be attracted to her and how if his friend is trying to set him up wouldn't she know that he's been on 7 dates with someone else in like a month's time?? 7 dates in one month would in fact constitute dating. I do realize unless you're me, then it's not. We're just friends who enjoy dinner alone together and he just happens to pay for my dinner just for the joy of my company. :) And well Crazy is known for her skills at exaggerating and lying and bending the truth, so we'll see if what she says is true.

Anyways, it will be interesting to see if this blind date actually happens. Because well, if it does, I will be SURE to ask if he's gone on any dates with her. And if he says, "Yes, 7." I'll say, "Sorry buddy. I'm not crazy. I hope you have a good run saving lives." You see it's not like she's your normal crazy either. She has no conversation filter. Or personality and is self-involved. And obsessed with money. And well many, many more things.

On a side note: Sarah and I are going to Colbie Caillet tonight! Wahoo! I just hope she doesn't play Bubbly. I liked it when I first heard it before it was popular but now can't stand it. I imagine since it was like the song that sky-rocketed her to fame, I'll be forced to hear it. Hopefully she'll play my other favorites too like Magic! :)

*I know I need to figure out that whole "linking" thing. . . Give me time people!!

Serious Subject

I need to take some time out and talk about something very serious:

Mindy McCready

What is the big deal about this woman?? I mean seriously. She had ONE hit song, maybe two. MAYBE. But she seems to be a man magnet and she really isn't that cute.

The main reason I do hate her is that the REAL Dean Cain (not to be confused with the stupid arse in my life) was engaged to her. I mean, I know in reality he broke it off with her when I was a sophomore in college, because, even though he didn't know it, he was in love with me and we are destined to be together.

But this woman. . . also had Roger Clemens when she was 15?? Besides being just GROSS and to top off steroid use Roger Clemens is also a pedophile. (I use the term pedophile because he was like 25 or so at the time. Perhaps I should just use super creepy) She's not ALL that. I mean seriously. I didn't even like her one hit wonder song "10,000 Angels".

Lately, the only thing she has been in the news for is for being arrested for prescription drugs or DUIs.

I'm at a loss people. Why does she keep coming up in the news?? A complete loss. . .

But at least it's not Paris Hilton. . . :)

What is Love?!?

I hope the rest of you get the rest of this song in your head "baby don't hurt me. . . don't hurt me no more. What is Love?!?" and are also doing the SNL thing with your head. . . sorry to you now for having that song stuck all day. . . hehehehehe. . . .

Love is a many splendid things. . . Love, Love lifts up where we belong. . . Love stinks. . .


You've probably noticed I haven't talked about Dean Cain in awhile. . . I'm okay with it. And I had a very bitter post written about it, but decided not to post it because well. . . I'm not bitter anymore. the truth is. . . we haven't hung out in awhile and I stopped missing him. I stopped needing him. We are no more. And well. . . I'm finally okay with it. And actually am quite thankful for it. He turned into a person that I didn't even know anymore. I don't know if he was pretending to be this person I thought he should be when he was with me, or now, he's the person he's always been. I don't know. And frankly, I quit caring. My love stupor has warn off. Which I didn't realize I was in. . . but apparently I was. And well. . . I'm sort of glad that I don't have to worry about him anymore and that he's technically not my problem nor responsibility. It sounds mean, but really. . . it's not. You can't let other people help you if you're not willing to help yourself.

I am a person who is in love with being in love. I'm a hopeless romantic. I know it doesn't help my favorite movie is Hope Floats. But I know that somewhere out there is a guy who is ready to sweep me off my feet. Somewhere out there, there is a guy who can't stop thinking about me. Somewhere, there is a guy who is willing to tell me right then and there that he's fallen in love with me (or at least thinks he has). Somewhere out there, there is a guy who will come over with a kite and say "Let's go and fly this puppy" and then when we're out there, he'll say "This kite is kind of like us. When I'm with you, I get carried away." I want that. I need that. I deserve that. It took me awhile to realize that. Somewhere that guy is out there. He may be in France or Canada (visiting on a work visa, not a permanent resident) but he's out there.

But for now, I'll just relish the good times I'm having hanging out with my friends. Especially my guy friends. For some reason, they sort of backed off from hanging out. I'm not sure why. Perhaps they didn't want to step on any one's toes. . . I don't know. . . but for now I'm enjoying the calls during the week asking if I want to hang out and not just the emails asking if I'd like to do happy hour on Friday with the gang.

If peeing your pants is cool. . .

I love that line. . . and no I haven't peed my pants in a long time. Thank you very much.

My mom came and spent the weekend .. . it's our first girl's only weekend in 3 years. I didn't realize how much I missed those times. You see, when you move away those alone times you get with your parents and siblings become null and void. Well the alone time with my sister becomes non-existent because of my little adorable nephew and how can I not spend time with him?!? But anytime I'm home, I always feel the need to spend time with everyone and vice versa. It's not fair to the parents. We may get a few alone hours here and there but never days at a time.

This weekend, we spent just shopping and goofing off. . . good times. . . good times. . .

So. . . Happy Mother's Day Mom!! I love you and miss you!!!

Happy Cinco De Mayo!

I know I haven't written anything in awhile. I've been SUPER busy. I really can't figure out where my time goes but I can guarantee that I am pretty sure I've been having a good time along the way.

I do have some pretty good posts to write. . . at some point. It doesn't help that I've been busy at work AND after work. I really don't think that I have been home sitting at night for probably the last month. I'm in desperate need for a day off which I will take soon. I was going to wait for a really nice day but apparently that day is today (which I can't take off) and last Wednesday when I was stuck at the Phoenix airport for 6 hours.

I will leave you with these brief highlights:

Last night during my softball game, I hit in the tying run and my pinch runner was hit in to win the game. So subsequently, I helped win the game! Wahoo! (And yes I have a pinch runner because well. . . my ankle is still messed up and when I run I think people slightly pee their pants with laughter. )

When I lived in Champaign we had three spots that were (and are when I come back to visit) a given that we are going to eat at. Breakfast--Le Peep, Lunch/Dinner--Any of the El Torrero's and Jupiter's pizza. My dad has actually gotten numerous people hooked on Jupiter's pizza. It's fantastic. They have even opened up another location. And when I first moved to Champaign there was only one El Torrero and now there are 3. THREE. One on each farside of town and one in the middle. I crave this place and have yet to find something even remotely close here.

On Sunday I took my Dad to this pizza place I'd never eaten at which I heard was fantastic. Worst. Idea. EVER. You know why? It's wonderful. And now I wish I never knew how good it was. It's also 17 blocks from me. It's not good either way you look at it. My Dad even gave it probably the best compliment anyone could get--Second best pizza next to the ORIGINAL Pasquale's pizza. And do you know how I know how good it really was?? My dad originally said, "We'll just get the biggest one and then you can take some home." And well, my dad ate all of it. He literally sat there with two pieces left, when I mentioned, how full I was and that we could just get a box and he said "No, I will finish this. I just need to decide what flavor I want to end with." And with that, he finished it. We finished a half veggie pizza with bacon (I know sort of defeats the purpose of veggie but it's my dad, it's not a pizza without meat!) and Hawaiian pizza. And so now we've finally found a favorite must eat at spot besides Friday Pork Tenderloin at the Cabco. Because well people. . . it's only on Friday's for Lunch and my family rarely is able to come Friday afternoons. :)

Have a great day!

I'm making homemade Sangria and Margarita's tonight! WAHOO!!!!