Got this off of Romantic Fool's blog -- she's right. Kinda scary how close these things are...
| Your Heart Is Orange |
 Love equals unbridled happiness for you. You enjoy the wild ride of falling in love. And while the ride is fun for a while, you always get off once the thrill is gone. Your flirting style: Hyper Your lucky first date: Anything you need your passport for! Your dream lover: Is both daring and well grounded What you bring to relationships: Energy |
Hmm. Yeah, I’m looking at my new profile pic and just not sure I’m digging it. I think I’d rather look at my favorite artist’s muse with the big cha chas and lips…
Another packed weekend. Sometimes I just want to fake sick and hole up in my apartment all weekend. I'm know... I’m being dramatic. But seriously – don’t you sometimes just wish you could say no to everyone and sleep in late, order pizza, let your laundry pile up? I think I’m burning the candle at both ends now and I really need to sit down and figure out a way to lessen the load. I’m not really sure it’s a healthy sign when I come in from a fun, packed weekend, dump my laundry basket on the floor to sort and feel my eyes well up with tears. IT’S JUST LAUNDRY. Normally I love doing chores. It’s a sickness I inherited from my grandmother. Now I’ll walk by the same article of clothing I left on the floor four times before I decide I need to put it in the drawer or hamper.
And maybe it’s a bit to do with the file nazi (as J calls her) that’s coming to the office tomorrow for a random, needless audit. I’m so sick of coming to work knowing that I’ll be on the floor most of the day sorting files. It will all be over with this Friday though, and then I plan to consume ridiculous amounts of alcohol. Ha, just kidding. (Not really.)
We had a great birthday party for a friend J and I ride with on the weekends. I plan to post pics up as soon as they are sent my way. Hope everyone had a fun weekend. Now off to nose in everyone else’s blogs before I bury myself in files…
okay okay -- I've had three people tell me recently that my profile pic disturbs them. So, I'll be a good girl and change it. I'm not promising this one is here to stay though...
Okay, okay. So I haven’t blogged in a while. It’s not that I haven’t wanted to, I just haven’t had the time these last couple of weeks. So here’s my overview:
Work: Normally I wouldn’t bother posting an “update” about work, but it’s the main reason for the lack of posting these days. We have a new drill sergant part-time co-worker who was hired to support and help us when we are busy with our conferences. When she’s not busy, she’s trouble. Recently she decided in the midst of training, board meetings and workshops, she wants us to rearrange our files. So in the three hours left of each day after training, I’m forced to sit on my dirty floor surrounded by boxes of papers and files, and make some sort of sense and order out of them for filing down in storage. Like I don’t have two associations to manage or something. (And more importantly, when am I going to have time to surf the net if I’m buried in files?)
Relationship update: >sigh< Where can I start? Last week J sent me a dozen beautiful long stem red roses to me at work, just because. I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone send me flowers at work before. I’ve watched women at work for years receive flowers, watched their faces glow and turn flushed and thought, “eh, so you got roses.” I’m not sure its even about the flowers. It almost felt as if J hired one of those airplanes that trail banners behind them, his saying “I’M IN LOVE WITH THIS WOMAN.” Maybe I’m making way too much of this, but that’s how it felt to me.
We just recently had a conversation that has taken me back a bit, made me really think about the seriousness of our relationship. If I have the balls to do it, I may post about it. However, we all know he reads my posts and that may be stepping over a line.
Has anyone been raised believing there are certain levels and steps in relationships? I have, and I think its really created these strong morals and beliefs in me that I am proud of and somewhat hard-headed about, but sometimes I wonder who made these rules that have me feelings so unsteady when breaking them?
Even so, I’ve never been happier. I still feel like that girl that everyone wants to punch in the face. “Want to hang out after work today?” “Nah, I’m going home to J.” “Have you ever done__?” “No, but J has. Have I told you how sweet he is?”
Friend update: My Michelli had her baby shower this weekend! I can’t believe how close she is to being a mommy. I don’t have any pictures myself, but once she has her’s up (and with her permission) I may link her post so everyone can view the ooo’s and ahhh’s of her cute shower. You always think you have a good support group of friends and family, but when you see the turnout of those friends and family for these special events in life, its really amazing. Michelle packed the hostess’s house to the point of busting, and most of the men were kind enough to step outside on the patio with the beer to give us more room. Hmm. Wait…
Well, I better run for the morning. I have training today and tomorrow. Don’t be jealous.
Okay, so J & I are officially gay. We are that couple that everyone hates to be around. I just know it. BUT I DON'T CARE!!!
We started a notepad of the little things we love about being a couple. He was sitting on the couch last night laughing at the television and I just got so tickled I had to write it down. Guess I started something 'cause he had to join in.
1. No more cold feet at night.
2. I've suddenly forgotten about stupid fears like someone breaking in the apartment at night.
3. When she says "oh baby.. would you like me to... iron your shirt for tomorrow?" - This is one J wrote -
4. Response to J's - Ironing your shirt is so much better than ironing mine for some reason.
5. Boy stuff all over the apartment; keys, backpack, jeans over the foot of my bed.
6. Three words: Dinner for two.
7. Little things like him putting the toilet seat down just makes me smile.
8. Sitting back quietly grinning as he cracks up laughing at the television.
9. Breakfast together on the weekends.
10.Irritating my friends because "J does this" and "J does that".
Here are some of the one's J wrote:
1. Hearing the words "I love you baby, good night" right before I fall asleep.
2. Earlier she said "Is this our house...uh...my house?" (Coming back from the pool I got a little confused at which door was mine.)
3. Always knowing someone that cares is a phone call away at the most.
4. Doing two separate things in the same room, i.e. me watching tv, you making your jewelry.
Add to the list if you want! (Michelle, I know you wanna. Don't cha? Don't cha wish your boyfriend was hot like mine! Ow! Okay, I'll stop now...)
Well, we had a very eventful weekend! J, Michelli & David, my sister,brother and sister-in-law came over for burgers this weekend. I learned a lot about how thick a burger should be pre-grill in order for it to fit in your guests' mouths. I also learned that Michelle carries a little notepad around so she can journal clever things that she and her friends may blurt out so she can blog them later. Oh, and I learned that no matter how funny it is at the moment, making a funny face at a camera 6 inches away from your head will not turn out as funny as you think it may.
We had delicious French fries – did you know you have to put them in the pan of oil after the oil has heated?
Okay, so I’m kidding (a little). Here’s the pics from the weekend with quotes directly related, compliments of Michelle and I below.
"If I were a bun, I'd want to be toasted." - Michelle
"It looks like our shoes are playing together." - Michelle
"That's how grease fires start." - Bean
Michelle and David, the happy couple. >bleh<
Since the burgers were to big to be eaten in their entirety the first go round, I wrapped up leftovers for everyone in the shape of swans and turtles.
This morning I slide softly out of bed so as not to disturb the sleeping monkey that warms my bed for me and walk quietly into the kitchen for my dose of DDP. After a can and that dumb Nick Lachey video where the chic doesn’t do anything but move her head up and down and try to be an actress…wait, what was I talking about? Oh, so after my can and a stupid video, I walk back into my bedroom to “brush my tooth”, as J says, and the sleeping monkey says (in very loud voice) “…mumble mumble...CUPCAKE.”
I stop in my tracks and say “What was that?”
No answer.
“J, what did you say?” I repeat. He mumbles, says something like “huh? What?” So I’m giggling and try to help him out, thinking he's still sleeping – “What about cupcakes?”
“DID YOU FIND THEM,” he mutters loudly. I burst out laughing of course. I’ve never been around a sleep talker before, so manipulating one is a great new hobby for me. I can’t wait till he does it again.
Later I ask him about it. He apparently woke himself up talking and realized what he was saying and tried to fix it. Ha. This relationship is very entertaining.
Okay I love this silly things. Supposedly I'm Romantic Fool's drinking soulmate.
| You Are A Blueberry Martini |
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Post dedicated to Lola...
I’m doing a little cleaning right now at the office, sorting through old pics, most of which I shouldn’t have on the office computer anyway. Came across one of my favorites – dress up night at Bean’s & Lola’s. As noted in earlier pics, we are shooting ourselves because there is no better photographer than yourself. Especially after a few bottles of wine.
This is the only time I will admit cleaning to be fun. I’m finding all kinds of neat things…
Well, it was about time for Rapunzel to get her hair cut. My sister came into town to give Rapunzel her snipping, and I decided it was time for mine too. It was quite the event. Toot danced and sang for us (those are my sunglasses), my sister and I got into a spanking war – she had the flat brush in her hand, so you know I had my butt on the ground to avoid the sting. Ahh, I remember being popped on the behind as a child with one of those things…
Anyway, new pics from Mel’s camera. Enjoy!
About two or three months ago I was buying sliced turkey from my local deli when I happened to look down at a loaf of Sara Lee bread in the midst of a line up at the bottom of the counter.
Does anyone know the Sara Lee slogan? Do you think its “Nobody does it like Sara Lee”? Well, I did.
That’s not their slogan. It’s “Nobody doesn’t like Sara Lee.”
Now fuck me if I’m wrong, but that’s the dumbest tag I’ve ever heard. Maybe the brilliance of it is to have consumers think the slogan/tag line is one thing, but actually be another. Well if so, that’s just stupid too. That tag is like someone saying “Your team doesn’t suck” when someone asks if that particular team is good.
Why not “Everybody likes Sara Lee”?
Okay, I’m done. Thanks for your attention.
James got me hooked on these blog thingies. This one is pretty neat and hits the nail on the head.
| Your Love Style is Eros |
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What a beautiful weekend. J & I went to Katy, Texas for his friend’s wedding. This was our first weekend away together, so needless to say I was a bit nervous the week before. Three full days of being together non-stop.
We had dinner, relaxed in the outdoor hot tub and pool, visited his friends, shopped, and just goofed off together. Saturday night we went to the wedding, which was outdoors on a golf course. The backdrop was the sun setting and after they were announced as man and wife, they all drove away on golf carts for a few putts at the end of the course. Then it was inside for drinks and dancing.
The test: would J pull me on the dance floor if a slow song came on? While this seems trivial, to me its one of the most romantic things a man can do with a woman. I grew up in a family that loved to dance. When I was a child my father would turn the radio on low late at night and pull my mother up off the couch in her gown and barefeet to dance to what ever slow song was playing. Every family reunion was centered around dancing.
Of course I just melted when J walked me to the dance floor. I wish I could remember what song was playing. All I can remember was his singing and my laughing. He’ll probably kill me if he reads this. He has his own renditions of certain songs, incorporating my name in them. Have I mentioned the man is hilarious? I would share what his lyrics are, but again, he’s probably reading this.
Damn it.
This morning was one of the hardest mornings this week to wake up and carry my butt to work. I was having one of those nights where every sound roused my interest (and fear), causing me to peek out from the covers to peer in the shadows of the corners of my room. My monkey was out of town so I had no long limbs wrapped around me, protecting me from these sounds… sounds that were most likely the apartment settling or the air conditioning popping.
Yes, I checked every closet and under my bed. Twice.
The alarm clock forgot to remind me to set it, and I woke up late. Ever have those mornings where you’re just dragging ass and nothing, NOTHING can light a fire under it? I threw a hissy when I realized I’d have to make my lunch before leaving. (Which is just strange because there was no one to throw the hissy in front of. Kind of like talking to yourself when there’s no one around.) When I make it to work and get out the car on the fourth row of the lot, my body is sagging from the morning heat and all I want to do is sit down on the concrete and wait for the next car to pass by. Wave them down. Offer the only money I have in my purse, a fiver, to just open the door and let me in, and will you please just drop me at the front of the building? No that’s alright, I’ll ask the next person I see to carry me in, but thanks anyway.
The elevator is open without having to push the button to signal it (thank God) and I step in alone. I want to hug the steel walls, to kiss the little lit #9 button.
Now if I can only pay someone to do my work, I’d be on my way to pure happiness. At least for today.
So I was at my parents this weekend for Father’s Day. It was time to go, and my family began the usual ritual associated with my departure – everyone gets up, Mom digs in the fridge and tries to send me home with something random “hun do you want some coleslaw? How about some chicken thighs?” and I’m rejecting the offer while Toot (my nephew) is suddenly distraught by my leaving, doing his best to climb up my leg to get to me. We walk outside, I kiss everyone bye and thank them for the day, tell Daddy I hope he likes the cap and DVD I gave him. Get in the car and beep the horn as I’m pulling off and waving bye.
>gasp< I think I’m cured! Usually there’s an entirely different ritual involved in my weekendly departure. (ha, love to make up words)
Normally, I have to kiss my family in a certain order: first I kiss Mom and hug her, then my sister, then I try to kiss Toot which usually results in a war, then I kiss and hug my father. Then I tell them I enjoyed the day, blah blah, and lean in to repeat the hugging and kissing in the same order as before.
If I do not kiss and hug them twice, I feel strange. And, it must be done in that exact order, or I have to stop and start over. Mom and Dad have to be at the beginning and end because I love them most, no offense to my sister and nephew, but they did give me life.
My family used to just laugh at me when I did this, then when they realized it was something I had to do, they started messing with me. Like for instance, Mom would lag behind in the house and say “Go ahead and start saying your good-byes, I’ll be right out,” knowing I couldn’t start without her. Or Dad would try to jump in front of my sis to be hugged, knowing I wouldn’t step back and tell him it wasn’t his turn. Ultimately I’d get flustered and just have to start over.
Okay, so this is really dumb and I know I don’t have OCD, but it is kinda entertaining how I feel compelled to do these things without reason.
I think since my life’s been changing recently, I’ve had more to think about and less to obsess over. Hmph. I’m cured! (Until I find my next obsession…)
Okay, so he didn’t actually find it, I sort of… gave it to him. Blame it on the love bug, but I just thought he would feel like I really trust him if I let him read it. And I do trust him. So I sent him the url. And get this – he told me he was hesitant to read it because he wasn’t sure if I really wanted him to read it. Awww…
There’s nothing on here that I need to hide, and after reading it he told me that he basically knew everything written anyway. Said he was flattered and seemed to get a little kick out of it. I’m not sure what I expected, but now that I think about it – I would be flattered too if someone had an online journal that featured posts about me!
Check out the "I Never" blog, compliments of DJMetronome. http://ineverhaveyou.blogspot.com/
Don't be scared.
Well, it seems I have left out a very important night of my weekend and have bruised a dear friend’s feelings. What she doesn’t know is that I had started an entry (usually beginning in MS Word and copy/pasting into blogger when its complete) but had not yet finished it. Ever start a blog and not feel the ending is what you want it to be? Well, that’s where I was, okay? >sob<
So Friday night J and I decided to bbq some chicken legs – wait, let me stop here and add on. Miss FunkyFreshCool seems to think we bbq chicken tits, but they were leg joints. Ha, I just said joint. Sounds like Miss FFC has some TLC (titty loving care) on her mind. BUT HOW CAN SHE NOT? Her puppies are monsterous now that she’s an incubator. (Are you embarrassed now Michelli? Want some more? Don’t mess with me man!)
Our favorite couple, Dave and Carmen, aka David & Michelli, came over to grub with us. The entrée was bbq chicken, some fried eggplant (with sugar, though I’m not sure anyone caught on) and pasta salad. Mmm! For an appetizer Michelli and I devoured nearly an entire jar of queso with tortilla chips while the men stared at the pit and talked about cars. Apparently I have sympathy hunger pains for my pregnant friend and think I can eat for two as well.
After dinner we watched the boys play video games and browsed through scrapbook magazines, my new favorite obsession thanks to the Scrapbook Queen herself. A little randomness, a lot of laughter, and yes, quite a few snorts out of Michelli and we were all pooped and ready to call it a night.
I must say, having another couple to hang out with really makes the whole relationship seem real. My friends never left me out of things just because I was single, but I see the ones that are part of couple more now than ever, and I love it.
I'm not really sure I agree with this little survey thing, as I'm not high strung, but it was entertaining. Stole it from James site: http://hambonestyle.blogspot.com/
| You Are a Chihuahua Puppy |
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This weekend I went to see a comedian at a local bar with J and some friends and I noticed something that has always particularly confused the hell out of me. Women who dress for attention but get pissed when they receive it from the wrong person.
If you are going to wear a bright red halter shirt that shows off the puppies or a skirt smaller than a head band, then expect some comments. Please note that you do not have control over who it will be that makes the comments but that you do have some control over the comments made by the outfit that you present yourself in. If you show up dressed decently and some jackass makes a rude comment, your slapping him is way more justified.
Highly unlikely that you are going to pick up the handsome suit in the corner who lives in the swanks that makes more than your entire family put together because if they wanted a girl that dresses like a hooker, well, they could afford to just go out and buy one. However, if you are dressing as eye candy, the average (and occasionally toothless) Joe is receiving the show for free, so don’t expect him to keep him mouth shut unless you want to throw on a potato sack.
Okay, I’m done.
