Friday, December 10, 2010

Really?? It's Christmas??

I feel like I am just a Negative Nelly when I type on my blog but in real life am a pretty happy person. I wonder why that happens.

I'll start with the bad. I broke up with a friend this week. It's weird. I've never done that before, but really, I needed to I think for my sanity. From the last post, you know that the person kept coming up on my Facebook. I texted. Never heard anything. Then on Monday I texted and said "Hey old friend who never responds back, I hope life is treating you well." And still nothing.

I know sometimes I might be bad with returning phone calls or texts and everything, but I always try to in a week at least. Especially if it's a friend I'm bad about doing that with. I guess mostly, I am the friend that is good at keeping in touch with everyone, but when you live in the same town as the friend, responding is usually a must in a few days. So basically, I broke up with a good friend who lives in the same town as me because he can't seem to respond to anything. And I didn't do anything. I would like to blame it on his girlfriend, but my other guy friends while we might not hang out, still talk to me even when their girlfriends might not like me or like them hanging out with their girls who are friends.

I also gained a new guy best friend. Well we've been quasi friends for like 4 years, but this week he told me I'm one of his best friends and he'd hate to do anything to ruin that. That made me feel pretty good. Thank you for making me feel awesome. :)

There's a whiskey here called Templeton Rye. You can get it in IL as well, but it's super hard to get it here. This morning I went to get it at a grocery store at 8am when the shipment came in. There were 60 bottles and I was #57 with my ticket. Some people had been there since 5:30-6am. It was like Black Friday for hard to find whiskey. Fun times! :)

I love the holiday season. For my family, it's never been about the presents. It's always been about spending time with family. I guess that's what happens when you live 7 hours away from your extended family. Family has always been important to my family and I'm very thankful for that.

My parents and sister asked me what I wanted for Christmas and I realized that somewhere like in college, Christmas quit being about the latest gadget and cool thing but what I needed as opposed to wanted. So now that I am a homeowner, I asked for things like electric screw drivers, a weed eater, snow blower, etc. Things I needed but too lazy to go and look for when I could just borrow them from a neighbor the few times I needed them. But my Mom said I had to put down something fun at least and then I realized my perfume levels were getting low so I asked for perfume. Man. . . I guess that proves I'm old.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to those who don't celebrate Christmas!

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Facebook--it's the devil

I'm pretty sure Facebook is possessed.

I mean really.

It's a great tool that can help you to stalk people. . . I mean. . . check up on people that you haven't seen in a long time.

But then you like someone so you keep looking at their page all the time and see what they're up to. Or you go back and look at pictures from 2 years ago.

Or you log on and are minding your own business and the guy that you're no longer seeing pops up with a new pic of the girl he's seeing and who he said he's been seeing for a month but really has been seeing her for 6 months unbeknownst to you. So then you delete him since you find out what a lying bastard he was. (Because really you deleted his phone number the day he broke up with you.) Maybe that's also why Facebook is awesome because you can tell when someone is lying to you. Oh yeah, I'm not going out. . . just staying in. . . and then they pop up in pictures from that night. :)

Anyway, I think my Facebook is possessed. I have this person on my Facebook that I almost deleted but my friends talked me out of it. We both live in the same town. We have a ton of friends in common. We still play sports together. We were friends. We were best friends. We were tight. We could read each other's minds. I'm not joking. It was scary. But then he started dating someone who obviously can't handle him being friends with me. So we don't talk anymore. We are in 2 sports leagues together and barely talk. He doesn't even hang out with the team like he used to. He's moved in with her and apparently isn't allowed to do things like that. I'm not blaming her. I mean I am, but it's more his fault for allowing someone to tell you what you can or cannot do--who you can or cannot be friends with. But he keeps popping up on the side of my Facebook as someone I need to tag in a picture. Or someone who is in my pictures. It's like Facebook knows that we aren't friends anymore and live in the same town.

I have to let things go. I have to let people go sometimes. I have to let him go. It's just hard because I'm a caring person, and it's hard for me to stop caring for someone. But I guess I have to. But I think that means not including him in our sports' teams too. I can find another good athlete hopefully. :)

On a positive note, in May, I am going to be an Aunt 3 times. One for my sister, one for my friend Meghan, and one for my friend Steph! I'm super excited.

Also, my nephew told my sister that I love him more than she does. She asked him why he thought that and he told her "She just does. And she tells me that." haha! I'm sooo looking forward to corrupting another one! :)

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

yo, Yo, YO!

I couldn't think of a title so that's what you get.

I'm busy. I can't tell you what I've been up to (not that it's a secret mission or anything) I really just can't tell you why I've been so busy, but I have been!

I was talking to my friend's boyfriend on Friday night and he asked me what I had been up to since the last time I saw him. And I couldn't tell him. I was like "Well, I've been doing stuff. Not sitting on my couch but really I can't tell you what I've been up to!" Is that sad?? I've been too busy being busy! I teach Pilates on Tues/Thurs now at 5pm. I finished all my sports 2 weeks ago. Not sure what has happened.

My roommate moved in a few weeks ago too. We've had some fun for sure. And I'm enjoying having someone there. I was sick yesterday and she made me soup. While I talked to her in the kitchen. haha! She even folded the towels I left in the dryer. Oops! And she felt bad that she took them out. I told her anytime she wanted to fold my laundry, to not feel bad. She has also taken me twice to parties so I wouldn't have to worry about my car in the morning. Can you say awesome?!?

We had my friend Mike's F*Cancer Bar Crawl. He's been cancer free for 4 years. He said something smart ass to me and I said "Really, Mike. Well it's not Fuck Cancer. . . it's Fuck you!" And everyone started laughing at the burn and then he said something along the lines of wishing cancer had taken him. . . then saw the look on my face and retracted. He said "too soon?!?" I will let him go with the comment. I know he was joking. In the picture, I'm wearing my pink ribbon shirt and Josie's earrings. Very appropriate. Sarah made Bandanas that said "Cancer Sucks", "F* Cancer", and "Team Mike." They were cute.

We drank a little too much. Some of us started drinking watching the IA game at 11am. That wasn't me. . . but others did. I went up to Gramps, or I would have probably been drinking along with them. . . let's not lie. Surprisingly, all but my roommate lasted until almost 2am. . .when the clocks fell back. I'm really proud of all of us old people being able to last that long. :)

I also got to see the hot bartender that I have a crush on. So that was nice. Overall great weekend. Sunday, I woke up from my nap sneezing. And now I have a horrible cold. Or influenza of some sort. I am not a sick person, so I am absolutely bad at being sick. I just don't do it. I did sleep a lot yesterday, which was helpful.


I will try and have more insightful and meaningful posts soon! :)

Monday, October 11, 2010

Sorry

I'm sorry for the last post. . .

I think having to be the captain of our sand volleyball league and our kickball team for the last 3 years, is finally getting to me. I'm sick of having to organize the team, send out the schedules every week, and having to find people when other's can't show up.

I want to be carefree when I play my sports. :)

Back to my regularly scheduled programming in a bit . . .

Monday, October 4, 2010

An Experiment

I know there are social people who read my blog.

So I'm posing an experiment:

I am not going to call anyone to hang out nor plan anything and see if someone else does it.

I don't know what it is, but I'm getting super sick of always having to be the person that does the calling. And then when I make comments about how I wanted to go out but didn't since no one had called me, the friends get mad because I should have called them. I'm sorry but I am not going to magically know you were sitting at home doing nothing and want to do something unless you tell me.

I mean, the phone works both ways, right??

I'm just sick of always having to be the one to call people and plan to do things.

Granted on Friday, someone else did the planning. And it was great!! Doing the corn maze at night and then going to a dive bar in a super small town was awesome. I did suggest doing a corn maze at some point, but they actually did the plans. And playing quarters. And then having the owner of the bar across the street give us a hard time about not coming to his bar. And then him buying us a pitcher after we promised next time we would go to his bar. And then him playing quarters with us. That was awesome. And we were only going to stay until midnight. We left the bar at 2am. Good times!

Thank you for letting me vent. Maybe I'm getting grouchy in my old age. I don't know. I just realized that I always do such a good job of keeping in contact with people, and I'm starting to feel like I'm the only one making the effort lately. And I've been busy, so it's been hard to do!

Has anyone else tried doing this?? Maybe I'll just end up with no more friends. Which is fine. I'll just invest in some cats. Mike thinks I should do that anyway. It's a good start to being an old cat lady.

Monday, September 27, 2010

I'm taking the plunge. . .

And getting a roommate. What’d you all think??

Also on a side note for the people that do know my family (and our part of it), I do have to share this little hilarious quip from Gramps.

I was telling him on Saturday morning how I was dog sitting and how Max always likes to sleep between my legs and Gramps says (without missing a beat) “well I’m glad to hear at least something is between your legs.”

I. Almost. Died. This was at 8am.

So I said “I know it’s been awhile Gramps, but sheesh!!” First of all, I don’t ever discuss my private life with my Gramps. Unless maybe it’s slightly serious. He knew about Dean. But I never would be like “Oh hey, Gramps, as soon as I leave Dean’s I’ll be over” or “Dean shut the alarm off and didn’t wake me up!” Wine Rep really wanted to come and meet Gramps too, but I never really made an effort to bring him up. He wasn’t worth my Gramps meeting him. Secondly, I’m pretty sure my Gramps may think I am the most clean cut person he knows. Oooh how I have him fooled. If I'm hungover when I see him, I never let on. . . I just tend to nap a little longer than normal at nap time. And yes, I get nap time when I go visit my Gramps because he always naps when he reads the paper.

If my blog wasn’t read by some family members I would totally write what happened to me a few weeks ago. I can’t even make it up. And I actually wish I had a video recorder so I could have physical proof of what happened because me retelling it doesn’t even do it justice. I also feel like I should tell Gramps that story just so he doesn’t worry about me.

Back to my new roommate though.

I’ve known Cookie since I first moved here. We worked at Starbuck’s together. I know that she’s a clean person and a hard worker. She was really one of the few high school girls I worked with at Starbucks that actually was a good worker. And I'll admit it here. . . when she was 18, I'd buy her beer. . . WITH the stipulation that she drank it at my house around me and my roommates, and I never let her drive. She always had stories about going out and driving and I always told her to call me first.

When she graduated high school and went to college, she always complained about her messy college roommates, and how she was always having to clean up after them. This is perfect for me considering I lived with the messiest person alive for about 5 months.

So, she's been living with her parents since she graduated college because she couldn’t find a job. She’s had a constant job now for about 3 months and was applying for a steady job. She is about ready to pull her hair out living with her parents though. She was telling me how expensive it is to live by yourself and everything. And then made the comment about too bad I don’t want a roommate. And then I thought about it and said “Well, why not??” I mean, it’s extra money and well. . .I might get lonely in the winter since I moved away from my friends who were literally right next door. It will be nice to have someone else there.

Also, we both agree, that if for some reason it’s not working out, we let each other know and don’t let it get to the point it affects our friendship. I agree. Plus, we won’t be sharing a bathroom, so that definitely works. She’ll have the downstairs, and I’ll have the upstairs.

But this is why I know we’ll get along great. Besides the fact, we already get along great and have had many zany adventures. She had an interview last week and when I asked what had happened she said “Well the interview was good. However, I made an ass out of myself. I got stuck in the revolving door!”

After I quit laughing, I asked how it happened and if it was before or after.

Apparently she was walking with the person interviewing her to the interview room.

The interviewer called her name and they started heading back to the interview area. When you walk into the door you have to scan your visitor’s pass to go through the revolving door.

Now in her own words:

C: So I scan it and the door started going. And then it stops and this announcement comes on that says "you have not scanned your pass. The door will now begin to reverse" sooo not only have the doors trapped me in it, but now it begins to reverse. There are people waiting to get through on both sides of the door. The lady interviewing me had already gone through and is watching my dumbass. I attempt two more times before she has to come back out to help me. It was a grrrrrrrrrrreat way to start! Haha!! Yeah I mean I have to laugh about it because seriously like yeah I was already a little nervous and trying to make a good first impression and then that happened! Ahhhh oh well!

Me: Did the interviewer laugh??

C: Yeah. I was like please just lie to me and tell me this happens all of the time!

Then I asked if the interview went well and she tells me that half way through, she noticed the lady interviewing her, had one of her buttons on her blouse come undone and her boob was popping out! And she didn’t tell her, but the rest of the interview, she was thinking that she should probably tell her. But never did. Then she went to her car to leave and spilled an entire cup of coffee on herself.

Then later on in the day I get another IM from her telling me that while at her job, a lady came up to her and said that she apologized but she had an anal task for her and Cookie says “That’s ok, I like anal.” Then realized how that sounded and lucky for her, the lady started laughing hysterically so that she could too.

And this my dear readers, is why she and I will be perfect living together. . . and will probably get into trouble a lot. . . but mostly just have fun.

Oh and she got the job! :)

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Boundaries

I think sometimes that I don't have them. Or more often, I just forget social norms and step away from them. I'm not sure.

Like when my boss and I are out drinking when we travel together, I'm always worried that I'm going to overstep that boss boundary. And I know my employees do, but at my office, we're soo small that we have to be that close and intimate on a day to day basis that we are all up in each other's grill so to speak out of shear need to be.

I mean, you have your good friends where you can talk about sex with (no limits) and you don't have to worry about where the boundaries with that are. But there are some friends who you never bring up sex with at all no matter how much alcohol there is. Then you have your friends that you can be as gross about anything with--like how you popped this awesome zit on your face and it squirted on the mirror. But there are friends who would just puke hearing that statement. For those reading this blog that just puked. . . I'm sorry. Truly sorry.

My friend Andy and I don't have boundaries. He's that person, that I know I can be super grotesque with as well as tell him very personal things about me and he doesn't judge. EVER. And he tells me things that sometimes I wish he wouldn't but I don't judge either. Sometimes, his stories make me feel better about whatever it was that was bothering me. My friend Wyatt is the same way.

It's *spoiler* like when a girl passes gas. *Gasp. I know it's shocking that we do. But let's be honest. It happens. Some girls don't in front of people. I am that person. . . Except when it comes to my brother-in-law. My sister would go to the bathroom at the gas station to avoid doing that in front of him until they were engaged. . . 5 years after they started dating. He feels girls just don't do that. So, I actually purposefully make myself in front of him. Which now includes being that person in front of my nephew. He finds this hysterical and will do it in front of my face now. Not cool. Mr. J. Not Cool.

My Dad's Mom told him if he held it in, it was very bad for him, so my Dad does it whenever. In the mall, walking down the street, at the grocery store. . . luckily never at dinner. He used to say "Who stepped on the duck?!?" when I was little. He says it now for my nephew. And my nephew almost wets himself laughing so hard.

My friend Josie met her husband by passing gas while sitting on his leg in a cab. My friend Tim and Jamie see who can out do each other. It's just weird. But again this boils down to boundary issues. And I digress. . .

The reason I mostly bring this up is because when you read someone's blog every day, (or whenever they feel like updating their blog) if you didn't know them on a face to face level, somewhere you feel like you get to know them on a personal level. And you start to notice little things and you become more and more curious about their personal stuff. And obviously, there's a reason they don't put it in their blog, but still you become curious. So today, I think I overstepped my blogger boundary and emailed the person and asked if so and so was their boyfriend who they haven't talked about. And I feel bad. So like 3 hours later I wrote that she didn't have to tell me. . . I was just curious and super sleuthing.

Maybe I overstepped the blogger boundary. . . guess we'll see.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

The Non-Date

Well now that I'm officially back on the market. . . and I guess technically I was on the market a month ago, but the a-hole just was dragging me along. Or I was on the "Hook." You'll only get this if you watch HIMYM.


Anyway, the last week, I've been having all these non-dates with my guy friends. I love it. It's like they found out that I wasn't even hanging out with this guy and they are all calling me to hang out now. We've been making dinner, going out to dinner, or just plain having some adult beverages.


Last night I went out with my friend Andy who I rarely get to see anymore. The main reason for this is because Andy was supposed to be getting married Sept 4th. And about 3 weeks ago, she called off the wedding. Andy was initially very upset but now he says, it's like this huge weight has been lifted off his shoulders. I guess his family is now just having a family reunion this weekend.

Anyway, the main reason that Andy sort of dropped off the face of the earth is because his girlfriend didn't drink and didn't want her boyfriend to drink. At all. Not even a little bit. Her family doesn't drink either. So Andy gave up drinking for over a year. He gave up hanging out with his friends too. Or they just quit hanging out with him. Not sure which.

Andy and I were talking and now his friends are coming out with reasons why they didn't like her. Which is funny because no one ever told HIM this. He said that while he knows it probably wasn't right, he's taking the good things from the relationship. I agree. And am proud of him.

However, I got to thinking. . .I can't really take anything good from my past relationships. Why?? I realize that I made THEM better people. I know this sounds sort of egotistical but it's true.

I was told by my sister that I give 150% in my relationships. And then I'm always sort of disappointed when people don't do the same. This is in ALL my relationships--with my family, with my friends, with my co-workers. She said that she always feels bad giving me 90%. She's always there for me, so really, that's all I need. Yeah, she probably calls me WAY more with issues than I do her, but when it counts she's there. And that's what I've noticed in the past year with my friends, when I needed them, they were there. The ones that counted anyway. I do notice this about myself too. And maybe I'll tone it down and give 100%. Because really, where has it gotten me?? No where.

Now I'm really looking forward to more Non-Dates with my guy friends. I had one Tues and then Wed with Andy, so who knows?? I lost my best guy friend last year. Maybe I should have try outs now for the open spot. I'm ready for a best guy friend again. Wyatt--you are still my BFF, you just live like 5 hours away, so it's not as convenient.

Maybe I'll make posters that say "BFF needed. Must be male. Needs to fix things for me and make me feel pretty. Also act as wing man when appropriate. In return, I will act as wing woman for you and cook and bake for you. And maybe introduce you to my single girlfriends if you're good. Also must give good hugs."

**I realized I first said "Off the Market" which would imply I was taken. . . but I meant to say I was single now.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

All I can say is "Woah."

I read the headline and then I watched this.

SCARY.

He walked away with scrapes and bruises. WALKED away.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Life as I know it

One year came and went. For most people, it was eventful. . . others had some hard times, others had the most happy times in their lives.

For me, it was a year of trying how to make it in without one of my closest friends. There were a lot of tears. . .and a lot of fond memories. I will miss her for the rest of my life but she also taught me that you have to live life in order to miss it.

John her husband wanted us all to get together for that day and go to something that she loved. . . the Fairbury Fair. haha! I haven't been home to the Fair since my first year here. . . and it was to go with her. She had just finished her chemo treatments and her hair was just starting to grow back. John's entire family, her family, and some friends of both John's and hers, all went to the fair, went on rides, and then drank at the beer tent. It was a great time. And while I know she's not here physically, her spirit was definitely there. John has been holding up great too and I'm soo thankful for that.

I really just wish I could have drank more in her honor. . . but I'm pretty sure that after the last few weekends my liver hated me.

You see the weekend before I had a wedding on a Saturday night. . .and for some reason I thought I would be classy and start out drinking wine at dinner. Seems reasonable, right?? Then after 3 glasses, I switched to beer because really it's hard to dance like a crazy person with wine. My friend's brother had one of those pocket Breathalyzers and while my friend JV who can out drink most men, blew a .09, I blew a .15. We thought there must have been some mistake. . . yet we all agreed when the wedding got over at 9:30pm it was way to early to go home. So we went to the bar where I took a drink of my beer and declared that I was pretty sure I was drunk now. Blowing the .15 obviously didn't make me realize that. Then for some reason I did a shot.
Then we went to another bar and Mike's parents who had met us out talked me into singing Karaoke.

I'm not sure if I discussed how good of a singer I am in the blog?? No?? Oh that would because I can't sing to save my life. Although my entire life I have been known to burst out in song. I think I sound excellent around my house, in the shower, in my car. . .you know the usual places. I do think there are certain songs I can sing well. . . just not most of them. I picked the classic "Wide Open Spaces" by the Dixie Chicks. I was singing so bad, JV came up to help me out. And then hugged me. The song ended and I apologized to the entire bar of about 35 people. Luckily no one slow clapped. Mike's Mom told me how good I was. I think she was just being nice.

I think the Karaoke experience was soo humiliating that I decided I should puke on Sunday morning very loudly in the bathroom downstairs where JV's Dad was grabbing something. I haven't puked on alcohol since '03 maybe?!? Horrible. Horrible. I felt a lot better after that though.

Then on Friday of this week, my good friends Kaci, Stephanie, Luke, and Darren all get together to go the Fair as well since I was going to be back and Kaci was back. We hadn't all been in the beer tent together since we were able to legally drink. If this is any indication of how the night went it's this: We ended up with 3 six packs of beer and no idea of how we got it or who bought it.

In the morning we were discussing how bad we felt and started talking about the bar and Luke says "Wait, we were at the bar?!?" For 2 hours we were there. Luckily we weren't driving and got a ride home with Landon, who just had heart surgery. I'm thinking that's who's beer we took. The best part was that Steph's dad was super nice and went and got us donuts since we were talking about how good our grocery store's donuts were. And that's when he said "Did you guys know there were 3 six packs of beer outside on the table??" No. We didn't remember that. Which might explain why I dry heaved on Saturday morning. 2 weekends in row. I think that AA is calling my name.

Then on Saturday night Jon came up to talk to me and told me how we had stolen their beer. haha! Whoops! I guess that Luke had told him we'd go road loading with him since they had the sober driver. And Luke apparently forgot to tell us girls. So we just had Landon take us to Steph's. I told Jon where to go pick up the beer at if he still wanted it. Hilarious. It's always bad when none of you can really remember the rest of the night. And thus why I didn't drink that much on Saturday night for Josie. :)

I should also know better that sometimes when Kaci, Steph, and I get together, there is a very large alcohol consumption. Like when they came to visit. . . we drank 4 bottles of wine that night. . . and that's not including the beers we drank at supper. And then the next day we started drinking at 12:30pm for lunch. Then went to the wine bar for a flight. . . then to the Brewery, and then the Farmer's Market. . . then the martini bar by my house. Now that I think about it. . . maybe I should go to AA. Granted, we only had one drink per place. . . so that's not really that bad, right?!?

When Steph and Kaci were here I introduced them to the guy I liked. They kept telling me how awesome my friend and old neighbor MK was. Hey, not dating MK. Then on Friday when we were all together they kept telling Luke how cool MK was and that the other guy was so so. Then we sent MK a pic and he texted back to me that I should tell them "Hhhheeeeyyyy" but snap my fingers while I do it in a half circle. I responded that he really needs to quit being funny so my friends would quit liking him so much.

Then on Tues the said guy I liked informed me an hour before we were supposed to be grilling out at my place that he's been seeing someone for the last month. He told me this on the phone while I had called from the grocery store to see what meat he wanted. It's not serious, but he doesn't think that he can be hanging out with me anymore. He felt horrible for not telling me sooner. Which I also find funny since we'd hung out once sometimes twice a week every week for the last month. So when after I check out, I call him back and say "Yes, I am mad at you. You made me feel like an idiot thinking that you might want something else again. I hope you do move away now. I don't care anymore." He kept saying how much he loves being with me and spending time with me. . . blah, blah, blah. . . and he hopes that we can keep doing that. Well that won't be happening.

I cried for about 4 hours on Tues night. I drank my supper except for the cheese and cherry tomatoes I ate and hung out with my friend Sarah. When MK called to see how I was doing he told me he'd go beat him up. But when I told him where he lived he determined that suburb was too far away. So I told him he worked downtown but at a place that has guards and MK determined he couldn't do that either. Then he volunteered to take me to the shelter to pick up some cats. He's super sweet that one. haha!!

I realized yesterday that I wasn't in love with him. I was in love with the idea of him. I liked how he looked at me. And how he made me feel. Besides Tues. He made me feel awful on Tues. And frankly, he did a lot of things that annoyed me. Like wearing a flat billed ball cap. He's not an old farmer, he's not Brody Jenner, he's not in the ghetto, and he's not a skater dude. He was also really indecisive. And when we went to the movies, he'd always turn and ask me if I was enjoying it. I realized the reason I was soo upset with him was that he rejected me. And that sucks. Rejection in any form sucks. And I can't spend my life wishing and hoping some guy who my good friends didn't get a good first impression from and some guy who can't wear his cap like a normal person would fall for me. And now that I think about it, he was just plain awkward around me and maybe that's why I liked him. Who knows?!?

But I slept really well last night. And if my heart was soo broken, I wouldn't have slept well at all. I knew that from when Dean and I ended. Life's too short to be pining for someone you had so many annoyances with anyway.

Life Live. Be Life. Happiness will follow. :)

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

WAAAAHOOOOOO!!!!

My best friends are coming today. Or BFFs as some people call them.

My excitement cannot be waned. I woke up with no hot water again. Good thing I didn't call the plumber off on Sunday when the thing finally let me reset my tankless water heater at 6pm that night. Had my boss not been here yesterday, the plumber would have probably already fixed it.

But seriously, the cold shower was worth it. I can't wait to see them. It's been a YEAR!! Well I think I've seen Steph. . . but not Kaci. Kaci moved to frickin' Macedonia, 7 hours ahead, and no phone. I am almost too excited to be at work.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

I am about to take a stance and am ready for some backlash. . .

Mel Gibson.

I will admit he's sounding almost completely nuts. AND there is absolutely no excuse to talk to anyone the way he did OR hit someone. EVER.

But. . . .

We all have known guys(or girls for that matter) who are completely normal. Nice sweet guys. Who you've seen in relationship after relationship being great guys and their girlfriends sometimes break up with them because they are just too nice of guys.

Then. . .

Your friend starts to date this girl. And then like 3 months later, it's drama, drama, drama. Caused by her. She's jealous of every girl he hangs out with and doesn't trust him. She won't let him hang out with his friends. They start to get in these horrible fights and then this guy friend of yours all of a sudden has this anger problem (towards her) that he's never had before. He's the guy always talking the other guy friends out of fights and now he has all this hostility. They argue every time they go out. It's horrible. And somewhere you're wondering where on earth your friend went to. He's not the same person he was. Finally they break up. And slowly he returns to normal. But he's not the same. He's jilted somehow. And then finally, he meets this nice girl. And somehow she made him happy again. And he's the caring, loving person he was when you knew the 10 years prior.

I don't agree with what Mel Gibson did. But let's be honest, if she didn't release those tapes. . . who did she give them to to release?? PLUS he was MARRIED when she hooked up with him. She knew he was married. I don't have a lot of sympathy for her because I honestly feel she is a money grubbing whore. I don't feel that she deserved to be berated or hit by any means, but when you listen to the tapes, doesn't she seem somewhat calm for someone getting berated?? I know when people start to get mad at me over the phone, I tend to get a little upset back. Irritated. The tone of my voice becomes angry back. I feel she set him up and quite possibly was the one who made him more crazy. I say crazy because you can't forget his little drunken episode from a few years back.

I've seen this happen with girl friends of mine too. Some people love drama and I think they create this non-sufficient drama for some reason and it turns the other person into this drama filled angry person. It's a horrible cycle really. And I have friends who only date drama filled people and then always wonder why. I would say it's because you're an idiot. . . but then I really can't talk.

I was told this weekend by my sister and cousins that I am quite possibly the most picky person when it comes to dating. I don't think so. My sister said that my biggest problem is that I don't realize that a guy is hitting on me or is interested in me and then I make them my friend. She says I have a lot of guy friends because of this. I do have a lot of guy friends, yes, but I also feel, they probably shouldn't beat around the bush so much.

Or maybe I just keep going for the guys that are really undateable. Maybe I'm the opposite of the drama person. I date the guys who were prior in long term drama filled relationships for the most part or just really long term relationships that they weren't happy in. I date them, fix them, and then they let me go and get into an actual normal relationship.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

I know. . . I promised. . .

I realize that I break a lot of promises on my blog. . . and most have them are with regards to me actually writing or finishing a post. I just don't do it. Good thing my follow through in life is better than my follow through on this blog. . . or is it?!?

Anyway, I promised no more sad blogs. But I am struggling today. Just to make it through the day. I am counting the hours until I can get home and cry. Except I will have to do that between the gym and home since my friend Rachel is coming over to hang out and have dinner.

Today, one year ago, was the last time I got to see Josie. The last time we laughed together. The last time she told me it was okay to have a mojito for lunch because this place had the best mojitos. The last time we made fun of each other. The last time I told her how much I loved her and that I knew if anyone could beat this, it was her. The last time she hugged and kissed me on the cheek goodbye. The last time we waved goodbye. The last time.

I knew that day. I knew she was really sick. I knew it would most likely be the last time I saw her. I cried the entire way home from Chicago and the minute I walked into my house, my Dad hugged me and I cried more. I just didn't want to believe it. It's that one time you wanted to be wrong. Like when you think you catch your friends husband/boyfriend kissing someone else. You pray to God it wasn't him. I wish I was wrong that time.

Last night while watching TV I just started crying. I was watching that new show Covert Affairs, so really crying was inappropriate. I was lucky that I got to spend an almost week with my family. I needed it. Even if my nephew was being a stinker. I needed hugs from my Mom and sister when I came home from work. I needed to see my aunts, uncles, and cousins from my Mom's side that never all get together anymore because the grandparents are gone. On Sunday, I needed my Mom, Dad, and sister sitting outside while the meat cooked on the grill, with us talking, laughing, and having a few adult beverages.

But I keep going back to that day. With her calling me in a panic a few hours before I was supposed to meet her because she had told me to go downtown to her office for lunch and she was working from home that day. Luckily, I wasn't too close to downtown yet so I could still head to the Northside. She forgot about the Cubs game, so I did hit some of that traffic, but that was fine. I remember Kaci's wedding and everyone asking me how she was and I kept it real. I hated that. But at least the wedding was beautiful. It just sucked that Kaci was moving across the world right after that. I was going to need her very soon. And she called me at 1am her time, days after Jos died, to talk to me.

I get to see Kaci and Steph next week. I am beyond pumped. One, Steph's never visited me here. And Kaci only saw my house on the way through moving back from Seattle. That was one great road trip. I flew out to Seattle and rode back with Kaci as she moved back to Chicago. And they both get to see my new house. It's going to be. . .Legend. . . wait for it. . . ary.

I also found out today that one of my best guy friends, Brophy, is moving to Madison, WI. I will miss him. We haven't gotten to hang out a lot this summer, but how will Sunday Funday survive without him?!? He's the one that plans it. I told him he sucks and that I will miss him very much. I also had to double pinky swear that I would come visit soon. I suppose I could do that. I've only ever driven through Madison.

Maybe I hate change. Maybe. But that's what life is. Changes. What good would I be if it stayed the same?? I would never have met Brophy if I hadn't moved here. There are a lot of awesome people I wouldn't have met. And for that I'm thankful. It just sucks.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Need to Vent

I'm really hoping my friend doesn't read my blog. . . I'm pretty sure she doesn't but. . . I need to say something to her.

My open opinion to my friend who was recently dumped*:

I know that many times I keep telling you over and over to not talk to him. And I know I am right. And no matter how many times you keep telling me how he's your best friend and you're always friends with your exes so you can't quit talking to him, here's why you should not talk to him for awhile:

1) He told you that he's thinking of maybe asking some girl(s) out from his office because they seemed interested in him. He broke up with you 2 weeks before that.

2) He keeps telling you that somethings missing and there's no spark but maybe it will work out later on with you guys.
  • Ummm. . . he's basically telling you that he doesn't want to be with you, but if he can't find someone else then maybe it will work out. And here you keep talking to him like old times with the hope that maybe he'll come around.
3) He's not your friend. He's a jerk. For these reasons:
  • If he was your friend, he would have openly shouted from the mountain tops that you were his girlfriend. After you two went on vacation to a tropical place, he still didn't tell anyone you two were dating.
  • Also, when I had said something to his co-workers about you two dating, and they were in shock, and I told you and you and him talked about it, he said "well after you move here, we can officially say we're together, why do it now??" If he was your friend, he would care about your feelings, and tell his old co-workers that he liked you a lot, but since you two live far away from each other, you didn't want to make it official.
  • When you officially applied for a job to move there and then the day before you found out if you got it, he broke up with you telling you there was something missing, and he didn't want to be with you anymore.
  • If he was really your friend, he would tell you to move on and get over him. He wouldn't keep telling you that maybe there's a chance sometime in the future.

4) He sucks. Period.

Okay, that's all I have to say. I'm sorry if it hurts, but it's the truth. A sad truth that I know all too well. Heck, I've been him. I've said things like that even when I didn't want to be with that person because I couldn't be honest with them and the thought of hurting their feelings hurt more. But you know what?? He already hurt your feelings. He's a coward, and he's leading you on. You know after a month or 2 if something is missing in a relationship. Since you've dated off and on for 3 years, he should have known by now.

I love you and I don't want you to get hurt more than you already are. He was selfish when he moved and told you the night that another guy hit on you that he was in love with you and I think it was mainly because this guy had hit on you. You deserve better. You deserve some guy who asks you to go on vacation and then will admit to his friends that you're dating.

Sincerely,

Me. Been there, done that.

*I use the term dumped instead of broken up with since he literally dumped her as they had even looked at houses to move in to if she got the job there.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Reality Check

I know what I'm about to say might offend some people, and for that I am truly sorry. . . but I need to get this off my chest.

I hate Reality TV. *gasp!

I know. I know. I'm all for juicy stories and everything but Reality TV has changed over the years. It's not the same as when I first started watching the Real World New York. I mean, people didn't do it for the fame. . . they did it, just to do it. Well except maybe Eric Nies who subsequently went on to some other things. Maybe Survivor, Big Brother, and Amazing Race have stayed the same . . . but not the others. The Hills is completely fake. I want my Laguna Beach back. Not the ones with Lauren's sister. Those were horrible.

The first Housewives they came out with, was a guilty little pleasure. Now it's out of control. And now I don't watch any of them. I mean there's 2 of them and I'm not sure which show but Bethanny Frankel (sp?) and Danielle Staub that are seriously just fame whores.

I remember growing up where you were actually famous for doing something like sports, being on tv, being in the movies, or for some heroic deed. Now there are all these Reality TV people acting like mega stars. . . but you know?? You're not a star by any means. You're a fame whore. I think that's why I can't watch Jersey Shore. It hurts. I simply just can't watch Reality TV anymore.

Now don't get me wrong. . . I love my food reality shows on the Food Network and the Travel Channel. One of my favorites besides Man vs Food is Three Sheets. . . I'm pretty sure that's not a reality series. . . but it kind of is. . . Just watch it though. It's airing on the Travel Channel at 10 and 10:30pm Central Time on Wednesdays for awhile. If enough people watch it, they are going to start making new episodes. Please do this!

That's my beef with Reality TV. I miss the old original Reality TV. I do. I love the original sitcoms. I'm glad they're making some good ones.

Now let's talk about Lindsay Lohan. She is a spoiled brat who has horrible parents. The End.

Having bad parents doesn't make you a bad person. I should clarify that. Having really good parents also doesn't necessarily mean you'll turn out good. I've seen it both ways. But what I will say is that if you are saying how horrible it is that your daughter has to go do jail and the judge is just being hard on her because she's a celebrity, you should read this thing we call "the law." It clearly states in the law that if you are put on probation instead of going to jail and you break the probation, you will go to jail. I know people that this has happened to. He was on probation for a DUI charge. He got caught driving 3 times when his license was suspended. The judge was very lenient on him and since he had a great job, said "I will put you on a curfew" so sort of like home confinement and had a curfew. And you know what?? He broke it one weekend, and what do you know?? He was sentenced to 30 days jail. He only served 15 days. . . but still. . .He broke the law and his probation terms and had to go to jail. I did also make fun of him for say thinking he was above the law and such on a repeated basis. But still. . . he learned not to be a douche.

Okay, enough talking about her. . .I'm done! :)

I got to meet Ingrid Michaelson on Thursday. It was pretty awesome and she's an awesome singer.

I think that's all I got! Hope all is well!

Thursday, June 17, 2010

That's a Lovely Scent You're Wearing. . .

First things first as I have been horribly busy and haven't had time to put anything up:



I think that I am the only person in the history of house buying who has never taken a day or 2 off of work to move and then been out of town every weekend since. And let me tell you. . . I still haven't fully unpacked. My goal this weekend is to at least get the spare bedroom unpacked and in order. Then I can breathe a little and work on the stuff downstairs. I did get the kitchen unpacked and most of my bedroom stuff. I still have a ton of boxes though. It will get done. As one of my friends said "I wouldn't worry about it. You'll be here for a few years." True. True.

Anyway, what brings me to the topic at hand has to do with my house. I keep wondering what the smell is in my house. Last night it was the shrimp fajitas I made. But I wonder what people smell when they walk into my house. As a person, I am told that I smell good on a regular basis, so I would hope my house smells good too. But I have no idea. My friends growing up always said they loved the way our house smelled and honestly the only time I noticed its scent was when we'd be gone for vacation and then it would fade.

But then that brings me to other things. Like how your grandparents smelled and such. My one Gramps wore Old Spice and every time I smell it, I think of him. Or Lilacs always remind me of my other Grandma because she loved them. My Dad always used to wear some weird cologne which I can't remember the name and now I think he wears something completely different like Drakkar or something.

Or how you're out and then you get a whiff of cologne and it reminds me you of an ex boyfriend. I hate that one. Especially if it's a recent break up so the smell makes you want to cry almost instantaneously. That's the worst.

This past weekend I was in the Windy City. Soo close to home that I could smell it almost. :) My dear friend Josie loved clothes. She loved shopping especially at thrift stores and she never threw her clothes away. She had style. Anyway, last weekend her husband did a thing called "Josie's Closet" where a bunch of her good friends got together and went through her closet and took things that they wanted. It was one of her wishes that her friends would get a piece of her. As Josie was way smaller than me and even if it was a miracle that I could fit into her pants, they would be crop pants as she was like 4 inches shorter than me. Miraculously I fit into a dress. I think she got it when she was jacked up on testosterone and was bigger for awhile. I took mostly jewelry and some scarves. Out of curiosity, I smelled a scarf, and it smelled like her. I then wondered if her husband John curled up with some of her things.

He said in order to be able to move on, he had to get rid of almost everything. Josie died in the place they shared, and he said everything reminds him of her and soon he'll be moving to a smaller apartment and there's no use in keeping everything they shared. And it's been almost a year, he needs to start. I worry about him. Anyway, as souvenirs of our day, we got wine glasses that said "Josie's Closet" and her mom, sister, and sister-in-law made wine glass charms for the glasses from beads she had.

Man, I got way off target. How are you all smelling today?? :)

Hopefully soon I'll have some wacky house adventures for you all, but for right now. . . that's all I got!

Have a good rest of the week and a great weekend!

Oh and I did have one more thing to add as this has come up like 5 times in less than a week. If you have Starz and like to watch shows that make you feel awkwardly uncomfortable watching the characters, then you need to watch Party Down. John and I were talking about True Blood and he giving me a hard time about missing the premiere since I would be driving back home at the time it was on, and we got to talking about Party Down. Then he said "Man, I feel like you need to be their spokesman." It's true. Watch it. It's funny. And if you liked Dawson Creek, Joey's college professor that she dated is in it, except he's absolutely NOTHING like his character on that show.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Tonight. . . Tonight. . .

I think the title needs to be song ala Smashing Pumpkins. . .

Anyway, tonight is the first night I'll be staying in my new house! Eeeek!!! All my furniture gets moved in today. I can't wait! I'm super excited. And nervous. And excited.

It's a mixture of things really!!!

Happy Hump Day!!

Monday, May 17, 2010

Send me on my way. . . .

I don't know why but that Rusted Root song is in my head. . . I don't know why. But now, dear readers, it can be in YOUR head! :)


Things that have happened to me since I last wrote. . . (and I'm not counting Mother's Day!)


I am closing on my house May 24th!! EEEEEKKKKK!!! This maybe one of the scariest things I have ever done on my own. I am completely terrified and excited all at the same time. I won't be all moved in until the first weekend in June though, but nonetheless, I need to get packing now. Yeah, I should have most everything packed. I do not. :)


I won tickets and a private concert with the band NeedtoBreathe. Click here if you don't know who they are. But they are awesome and are very talented!! And put on one helluva show! :)


I had an awkward moment at my favorite Mexican place with Kattie. Dean was seated with his girlfriend at the table right next to our booth. His back was right next to me the whole night. I held off pushing or kicking it. You see either he has turned into a complete and utter jerk (Or always has been) or his girlfriend doesn't let him call or hang out with me. And I thought we were friends. It's weird. I've never had a break up with a friend. Well once I did, but it's because she moved away and became a little crazy. . . so. . . not my fault. Then the next week Kattie ran into her ex-boyfriend. We decided we are never going there on Thursdays ever again even if it IS our favorite place.



My nephew is still adorable.



My Grandpa still rocks. I get off the phone with him sometimes, and I just want to squeeze him!



Did I mention I'm closing on my house?!? EEEKK!! I looked at about 80+ houses, I hope this one is good!



Apparently, one of my favorite guys got married over the weekend. I will always love you Jensen Ackles. :)



I also noticed I'm over a few things:




  • Facebook--I post status updates from my phone now and then and comment on status updates but I don't look at people's profiles anymore. Not sure why either. It's weird. I used to LOVE it!!!


  • Rachel Uchitel--I wasn't ever really fascinated with her, but now that it's come out that one of my favorite people (David Boreanaz) was in an affair with her, I really just want to punch her in the face. Now I'm not getting on my soap box of how cheating is wrong as I have been pursued by a married man before and heavily contemplated the risks involved, but in the end, if the roles were reversed, I'd kill the other woman. Plus he can't give you what a real relationship should. His time and energy. And I'd been cheated on before and it's not fun. And if he's married, he's automatically cheating on you all the time. Anyway, what gets me about her is that she made the statement that David pursued her. Really?!? I find it funny that married men keep pursuing you. You're not cute. But what's even funnier, is that she wanted to blackmail him to keep quiet. And according to the texts that were "leaked" she got pissed at him for spending time with his WIFE. Yeah, so that tells me that you're an idiot. Unless the guy has an open marriage, his first priority will most likely always be his wife. I wonder if Jensen Ackles has an open marriage. I'd be for that! :) Anyway, you're stupid and I'm upset that you have now extended your prior 15 minutes of fame. If you accept money for sex, you're a prostitute. I'm not sure what it's called when you ask for hush money to keep quiet though for having sex. Either way, here's a heads up famous men, if Rachel Uchitel asks to sleep with you, run away. Far, far away.

  • Lindsay Lohan--There really isn't anything else to say besides whoever is her keeper is a complete idiot. What manager in their right mind would tell her to go to Cannes when her court date was soo soon?!? I hope she goes to jail and not the jail famous people go to for less than 24 hours because the jail is supposedly overcrowded. I mean, she needs to go there for like a year. That girl apparently thinks she's above the law seeing as she missed depositions and was late for one she actually showed up for. Her Mom should be fired. She already fired her Dad.

I do realize that the post date on this will say Monday. But I started to write it and just now got back to it. So it's Friday, and I'm not even close to being done packing. YUCK. I wanted to be mostly packed and ready to go besides my furniture. I have to dog sit overnight for Max E. Pad* on Tuesday, but then on Wed, I'm hoping to have the majority of my boxes moved. Can I just say I hate moving, and since I've lived at my current place for 3 1/2 years, it's ridiculous?!?


When I was packing I came across these polaroid pictures from when Josie, John, and I went boating when they were trying to set me up with that one guy. They were great pics of Josie and I. I miss her. I'm sure she'd like my house. Maybe I can still get John to visit!!


Happy Weekend Everyone!!



*I call my friend Sarah and Mike's dog Max, Max E Pad because I find it hilarious. Sarah does too. Mike does not. haha!

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Happy Mother's Day!!

Happy Mother's Day to all the Mommies out there!!

Happy Mother's Day to mine too! While I am sad that I couldn't be there with you this weekend, I hugged and kissed you through the phone this morning. Hopefully the flowers I sent meant a lot to you and when you look at them, you know I'm there in spirit!

Love you Mom!! Thank you for all you do.

Love, me

XOXOXOXOXO

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Bring on the tissues. . .

Sorry I haven't updated in a long time and now what I'm going to write, I cry as I write it.

All start with the good (maybe good) stuff first. . .

I am buying a house. . . I've looked at 80 houses since mid January. Yes. I know. It's ridiculous. A few weeks ago, I finally found a house I love. But it's at the high end of my price range. And it had been on the market for 2 days. Today was it's Open House, and I leave to go out of town for work tomorrow at 6am until 4:30pm on Friday. ALL week. So Friday I made an offer, she countered, I countered, and now no word. I guess I'll have to go with my 2nd choice, which I'm not really looking forward to. I like this house. And I should know--I looked at a lot!

Now on to why I cry.

Saturday my Grandma J passed away 6 years ago. I miss her a lot still. And it's been 6 years. I miss both my Grandmas actually. My Grandmas died 9 days apart 6 years ago. I did get to see my Grandma J 4 days before she died and for that I am thankful. But what makes it sad is that last year I missed being with my Grandpa that weekend, and this year I was going to make sure he wasn't alone. But the sad part is that last year, I was home for the weekend. For Josie's birthday. They say the first year is always hard. But tomorrow is her birthday. She would have been 31. It was hard to not get a birthday call from her on my birthday this year and it's equally hard to not be able to call her and sing 'Happy Birthday!' I do that to all my friends.

I miss not being able to call her and tell her about my house. I miss not being able to email her something funny in the middle of the day. I just miss her. I lost my friend Matt my sophomore year in college, 10 years ago at the end of March. I still miss him now and then. Josie was there for me when I lost him. They were in the same class and grew up together. But there is something different about losing your guy friend. You don't have the same relationship as you do with your girl friend. And I lived with Josie for 3 years. We knew each other well. We had class together in high school, class together in college, late nights studying, late nights drinking, vacations, road trips, etc . . . I miss that I won't have another trip to see her. I miss that when I was visiting Megs in Chicago, I couldn't go see her. I miss her. I miss telling her something stupid I did, and her telling me that she was going to blackmail me later on, so I better watch it. haha! I miss her getting me to come out of my shell. My friend Kattie made a comment a few months ago, that I seemed so carefree when I was 28 and she wished at 28 she was like me at 28. . . I liked to go out and have fun and was always up for a good time. Then something changed when I hit 29.

And that's when I realized I changed at 29 because that's when my friend's cancer turned for the worse. That's when I really started to hate cancer. Just about as much as I hate Paris Hilton. But I hate cancer more. That's when cancer started to take my friend and make her sicker. Cancer never took her spirit though. She lived her life for each day. Happy to wake up and see the daylight. When I saw her in March and we partied it up, never wanting it to end. And then I saw her at her birthday in April and for the first time she looked sick. That's when it hit me. My friend was sick. I would give anything to have that day back. To go back and hug her. And tell her how much I love her. But I guess that's one thing I did right--I'm sure she knew. I never let a day go by where I didn't tell her that. I just wish I could still tell her.

Now on to other things: Never watch the movie "My Sister's Keeper." You will cry. The whole time. My guy friend who I watched it with cried too. I warned him. I bawled non-stop. Maybe a bad movie to watch soo close to Josie's birthday. Especially when I cried watching the preview even before she passed away. It was a great movie. You will just go through a box of Kleenex.

I just saw the commercial for the KFC Double Down Chicken sandwich. It looks delicious. It also looks like a heart attack waiting to happen. Maybe I should eat it hungover. Or split it with someone. I don't know. It looks good. Let me know if you've tried it. And haven't had a heart attack. :)

I'm also pretty sure Paris Hilton broke up with her boyfriend because she hadn't been in the news.

That's really all I have.

Happy week peeps!!

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Word to your Mother . . .

I know I usually don't come on here and talk things up and whatnot. . . oh wait, that's exactly what I do. . . anyways,

My friend, Broph, started a Sunday Funday group. . . and right now, it's a non-alcoholic group mainly because he thinks he's allergic to alcohol. I told him he's being ridiculous, but he swears that if he drinks wheat beers and anything that's not tequila or vodka, he will become sick after like 2 drinks. I am not sure if I believe or if he has become a pansy, but. . . I will not test this. He's been saving his alcohol consumption for Friday and Saturdays so he has time to recover. I mean, Kattie and I go and get Mexican and Margaritas afterwards, but for the most part it's just Kattie and I.

Anyway, 2 Sundays ago, we went to the movie Brooklyn's Finest. And I know what you're thinking "The movie that looked like Training Day 2?" Yes. That movie. Starring Richard Gere, Don Cheadle, Ethan Hawke, and Wesley Snipes. And it was. . . HORRIBLE. Worst movie I have ever seen coupled with the worst ending a movie could ever have. I would only recommend watching it if it's on TBS and it plays 3 times in a row. Broph liked it, but I think it's because he quit drinking like he used to.

But last Sunday we went and saw "She's Out of My League". HILARIOUS!! I mean, I really had no expectations from this movie besides the previews were funny and I hoped to God that those were not the only funny spots in the movie. I was wrong. I snorted FIVE times. And one time, I took a drink at a bad time and almost spit it out. It was that funny. I highly recommend it. It definitely reminded me of a Judd Apatow movie. Kattie said it was probably the funniest movie she'd seen in a long time.

I really have nothing else. I'm boring. I missed my first St Patty's Day in Chicago in 8 years. 8 YEARS. I did drink for 12 hours on Friday, so I'm thinking it was sort of a toss up on that. :) I had to watch IL play in the Big 10 Tourney and then I went to Dashboard Confessional which Broph splurged for us to have VIP so we could sit and have table service, so definitely worth it. And they are a great live band.

Happy Tuesday peeps!

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

I know. . . I know. . .

I've been too busy to update this gosh darn thing. However, let me give you a bit of what I went through in the last three days:

I got up at 3:30am on Monday morning to catch a 6am flight to Columbia, South Carolina which is a hour ahead of me. When I get there at 2pm after catching 2 connections, I have to conduct 4 interviews for potential hires.

At 6pm, I get done and we decide to go to dinner in which for 4 years my boss has been promising a lot of things and last time I saw him, he promised me a huge raise. To which now of course he is saying he just doesn't think it's possible and basically continued to lie to my face as usual. However, I do know that he can't do his job without me. I should use "job" like this because I'm pretty sure he doesn't actually work. Oh and seeing as he makes 3 times as much as I do, I still have to pay for dinner and get reimbursed, so HE can keep his per diem.

Anyway, the next morning we have to leave for our meeting at 8:30am and then meet with our new clients. To which, my boss really contributes nothing to the meeting besides what our company does. Good job!! And he actually told me the night before that he could do this all without me and doesn't need me. He's doing it because he wants me to get a taste for it. Yep. I know better. And it proves it after our meetings.

At 2:30pm, we head to the airport after our meetings to catch our 5:45pm flights. At the time, a lot of flights are cancelled but mine and his are still going. At 4pm we decide to check the status of the planes. Guess whose is now cancelled?? Mine. After the 3rd time back to the ticket counter (with having to go back through security) I cry at the ticket counter when I call my Dad because really all I want to do is go home. I do not want to be stuck in SC and not get home until 5:30pm the next day. So finally I at least get back to Chicago at 11pm at night while flying through Washington Dulles (the last flight out of the small airport at 7:30pm) and will have to have an overnight in Chicago and take the 6am flight back home. I text my friend Meghan to see if she will be home and possibly will let me stay there. Well I decide to check my face seeing as I was crying and all I have with me is my clutch and my phone. My boss was watching my other stuff. I decide to go to the bathroom and put my clutch and phone on the shelf above the toilet. And right before I sit down I hear "Plop!!" Yep. My phone. In the toilet.

So basically, I disinfect my phone and it's carrying case, take the battery out, and put it under the dryer. To which, to no avail, my phone quits. I am stuck in SC with no phone and can't even see if Meghan calls me back. Luckily I had my computer so I could communicate with her that way, but I have no other phone numbers for my friends in Chicago and with her, I know it goes to her blackberry. She's in Milwaukee for work though, so I call my Dad from my Boss's phone. He calls good friends of theirs who offer to pick me up at the airport at 11pm and take me back at 4:30am. And they just got back from Hawaii that day. I owe them dinner. Or something. If the hotel rooms weren't $200 around the airport, and I didn't feel like sleeping in the airport without my phone working, I would have just slept there.

Luckily, when I landed at Dulles I put the battery in a miraculously, 6 hours later, it worked!! I was so happy that I could call Renee when I landed even though I met a nice guy on the plane that went to IL as well who I am sure would have let me use his phone. He too had his flight cancelled and got on the same flights as me.

I just thought I'd share my day.

Things to consider: 50% of people could careless about your problems and the other 50% of people are happy you have them!

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Sooo . . .

I was asked if I lost consciousness shortly after I wrote my post seeing as I punched myself in the face. . . but no. . .

I somehow got busy and lost the will to write anything. Which as you know, usually doesn't have much content or wisdom anyway, but nonetheless. I will try and post about my birthday because it was frickin awesome!!

Some highlights in the almost last month:
  • "Drunk A is fantastically awesome, Sober A is okay"--my cousin and friend H
  • I have gone on dates with my crush from the previous posts. And yes, he broke up with his girlfriend of 4 years. However, now we are taking a break. :( It was a great month while it lasted though!!
  • I had to reschedule my health screening because she forgot to call and remind me that a) I had it in the morning, and b) that I shouldn't drink alcohol the night before. It was my friend Jamie's bday the night before. And before dinner I met my realtor for 2 beers to discuss houses at 5:30pm and such and then at dinner had 2 glasses of Pinot Noir and then 3 beers at the bar later. I was home at 11pm. I'm pretty sure this would have affected my test results. Not to mention the fact I was pretty sure I was still drunk when I woke up. I did remember that I had the screening in the morning though. :)
  • I have fantastic friends and family!
  • Fingers crossed I have a big promotion coming in my future.
  • I'm going to San Diego on the 19th to scatter Josie's ashes. It's both happy and sad. But it's definitely closure to one of the greatest people that I have ever known and was lucky enough to call my good friend.
  • My friend Jeff told me last night that he's always amazed at the confidence I have in life when it comes to my friends, meeting new people, my job, etc. Yet, I have zero confidence when it comes to guys I like and I always think the worst. He can suck it.
  • The Fighting Illini beat #5 Michigan State, which is a huge thing for me because I hate Michigan State in basketball for as long as I can remember. Then the Illini last night beat #13 Wisconsin at home too!! I almost cried!!
  • On a side note, I hadn't talked to Jeff since my birthday since he's travelling a lot for work and the first thing I get from him says "I hope you're prepared for your tiny Fighting Illini to go down tonight at mighty Wisconsin." So I responded, "I'm glad that we haven't talked for a month, yet the first thing I do hear from you is trash talk." He called me after the game and thanked me for not rubbing it in. :)
  • My friends Robb and Christine had their baby on Sunday! The weather was horrible so I haven't seen her yet! But I'm going to tonight!!
  • My cousin Brian had his baby last night! Well he didn't have the baby per say, his wife did. . . but you get the idea!

Happy Hump Day!!

Friday, January 15, 2010

Sooo. . . .

It's my birthday day.

I'm 30.

I accidentally punched and scratched myself in the eye this morning when I woke up. Coincidence?!? I think not.

Monday, January 11, 2010

My Crush and other tidbits. . .

  • I have a crush. . . I almost hate saying that. I do. I didn't realize I had a full fledged crush until one of my coworkers made the comment that I was flirting on the phone. You see, he works with one of the offices I deal with daily. And he is adorable. Except the last time we all went to happy hour, he had a girlfriend. Who lived 5 hours away. And he said it was a hard relationship to have. But as much as I talk to him through work, which is like a 5-minute work talk and then 20 minutes of us just shooting the breeze. He emailed me his phone number to maybe get together last Friday. And then I logged onto Facebook on Sunday and he had added me as a friend. He literally had to search for me on Facebook. I think that's cute. Or maybe it's stalkerish. Not sure. I'll take cute for now. I also noticed that he had no "in a relationship" marked on there. Maybe he's single now. I don't know. But he does want to take me out for my birthday on Friday since I don't have any plans because my friends are throwing me a party on Saturday. Wait, maybe that's stalkerish to look at his page. Man, we're both stalkers! I like crushes. Especially if they might lead somewhere.
  • Also, I never noticed how some guy friends can become a little jealous even though we don't hang out at all or really talk anymore. You, the guy friend, who can't remember my birthday can in the middle of conversation remember the guy's place I was watching the Hawks victory at (and said this guy's name only once quickly) and say "Oh well, is this guy going to be at your birthday??" in a sort of tone. No this guy won't be there because it's my friends cousin who I am not attracted to and just went there to watch the game with her because I didn't feel like going to the bar, and he lives across the street, but I didn't find the need to tell him that. I find it funny that he used a tone with me.
  • I think that Hollywood should do a big campaign that says "Do Hugs, not Drugs". In the last month, toxicology reports pending, some really young people have died for no reason.
  • Have I mentioned I'm turning the Big 3-0?? YIKES!!!! Age is but a number, Age is but a number. . .
  • I really hope that at my birthday no one in my family tells Dean what a dbag he is. But I would also find it funny.
  • I'm looking more forward to my party than actually having my birthday.
  • We right now have more snow than we usually have all year. That is awesome. And sucky all at the same time. But I do enjoy snow days!
  • If people didn't have the weather to complain about, what would they complain about??
Happy Monday!!

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Happy New Year!!!

It's weird to think that it's 2010 now. Do you say "twenty-ten" or "two thousand ten"?? I say "twenty-ten" and I don't know why. I didn't say "twenty-nine" that would have just been silly!!

I was reflecting back on the past year and while I know it was filled with one of the most depressing moments of my life, it also had some really good times. And I guess most of the times I look back on that were happy, and I cherish the most are the ones that I spent with Josie. I can never get those back now or recreate them, but I wouldn't change anything. This leads directly into my resolutions.

I always try to come up with catch phrases for my New Year's Resolutions like last year was "Living Fine in '09" or "Make everything great in '08". I can't remember what '07s was but I also can't think of anything that rhymes with seven. Anywho. . .

My new slogan is "Doing the best I can in 2010!" But now I'm thinking that it should be "Doing all I can in 2010!" We'll see. It's up for debate now. I know it sounds vague, but this is how I can going to do the best or all I can in 2010.
  • I am going to live each day to it's fullest.
  • I will take time to enjoy the finer things in life.
  • I will take more chances in life, do things that I wouldn't normally do. Like if my friend calls me at 9pm and asks me to go grab a drink and I'm already in bed, I'm going to meet them for 1. . . in my PJs.
  • I will call my college friends more.
  • I'm going to start writing more letters.
  • I'm going to read at least one book a month.
  • I'm going to remember what it's like to love again. Love myself and love others and not stop myself from falling in love.
  • I'm not going to look at the past with regret but look to the future with hope and move on.

Happy New Year everyone!!!

Oh and on New Year's Day I went and saw the movie Brothers that my little cousin is in and she did a spectacular job! I'm also really jealous that she and her mom got to hang out with Jake Gyllenhaal!!