Same old, Same old

I was going to title my post "Call Me Maybe?" but perhaps having my title be the same as the #1 Song on Billboard right now would not be the greatest idea.  Then people I didn't want to read my blog would just by Google-ing the song.  I do appear smarter than I look sometimes.  ;)

I had to download Google Chrome to even be able to write this here post today.  Not sure how I feel about this.

My work computer died over a week ago, and honestly nothing has gone right since.  :) I've been soo busy at work up until that time too, that I haven't gotten to read anyone's blogs.  People are having babies and getting married. . . or just having fun in general and I'm missing out living vicariously through everyone.

The former love of my life is getting married on Saturday.  It didn't really bother me until last night coming home, Ray LaMontagne came on the radio.  We used to listen to that on our way to sleep or when we woke up in the morning and we'd just lay there and cuddle.  For me, I've realized that it's completely possible to not miss the person, but miss the "being" of not being alone.  Having someone to sing randomly with you or dance at sometimes really inappropriate times for a laugh is what I miss.  I don't miss the actual person, but the constant warm body.  And I'm pretty sure I can say that he's not the person with his wife that he was with me.

I've actually had this conversation with a lot of different friends lately about how certain friends of ours are no longer the person we know when they are around their significant others.  There's just this change in them.  Some of the change is good, but the actual change in the personality isn't good.  The change in habits--yes.  The change of not being as much fun anymore--No.  Usually it's just when the significant other is around.  I applauded 2 of my friends on our road trip and said "Thanks for always being who you have been, even when you're together."  And I gave them full permission that if I start dating anyone and change that they are allowed to hit me.

I've actually sort of given up on dating as of late.  I realized that if you are boring me in email conversation, you are most likely going to bore me in real life.  I feel like I need to ask them "Do your friends think you're boring??  Or are you the life of the party?" before I meet them.  I've never been accused of being boring.  Wait. . . I take that back. . . I have a few times and it's not actually been boring. . . it's "I can't believe you're going to suck and go home early because you're tired" or if I quit drinking for no apparently reason.  That's usually when my friends say I'm being not fun or acting old or that I've suddenly got sand in my vagina.

Last weekend we had a family reunion and I realized that on my Grandma's side, I really have no idea who my 2nd cousins are, except for like 2.  But it was cute to see all the little cousins play together.  And also a few times I had a few awkward moments with "Man, my cousin is really good looking" then found out it was my cousin's husband.  Whew!  I'm happy that Caleb knows his 2nd cousins soo well on both sides though so that won't ever happen to him.  I will say one of my 2nd cousins is really good looking and a very good athlete. . . and my cousin's friend tells me all the time the bad things she wants to do to him.  Which is gross considering he's my cousin and I've never in a million years thought of him in that way!  I guess that's what happens when you have a spread out family.  I'm pretty close with one set of 2nd cousins on my Dad's side.  I have no idea though who the other ones are.  I was talking to a guy with my Mom's maiden name and I had to ask him if he was related to anyone I might know, just so I wasn't dating a 2nd or 3rd cousin.  I know all the great aunt and uncles though, so maybe that's okay??  

I'm trying to think what else might be new. . .My new roommate is moving in at the end of the month.  I just got used to living alone and now am not sure how I will manage living with a roommate again.  I will like the extra money.  And really with my house, it's not like we are all up in each other's grill. . . she'll have the downstairs, and I'll have my space upstairs.  The dive bar by my house is looking forward to me having a roommate again because they said they miss me.  The regulars and the bartenders miss me.  I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.  Rach and I did usually make up a good portion of the entertainment there though.  Like anything new, it will just take getting used to.

Happy Summer everyone!!!