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Taking a break from work…..

{ September 30, 2008 @ 7:49 pm } · { baseball, birthday, weekend }
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Hello, readers!  I haven’t been giving you guys much to work with lately.  I struggle a lot with trying to find interesting stuff to write about.  Sadly, my everyday life just is not exciting enough to really write home about.

I had a great weekend.  My dad and step-mom came to visit me.  Last week was a flurry of cleaning my house (yes, I am somewhat of a slob, internets), paining my house, and food gathering.  We had a really nice time together.  We went to see the Sox play on Saturday night.  I had hoped that would be the night they clinched it for the post season, but HA!  Um, no.  But we had a really good time.  Being at those games just makes me feel so purely happy, and I could never really explain why.  I just get so excited and I love to see their opening video and hear “Thunderstruck”.  Really gets my blood pumping, and puts a smile on my face.

So I REALLY hope my boys can pull off a big win tonight and keep going. 

Today is B’s birthday.  33.  Not a baby anymore.  I baked him a carrot cake.  I don’t really even like carrot cake, or any kind of spice cake, but it is his favorite.  So I gave it a go.  Hopefully it tastes good.  And I slathered enough delicious cream cheese frosting on top of it, so I may even be able to tolerate a piece myself.

As an aside, seriously, have you guys checked out Pioneer Woman??  If you haven’t, you definitely should.  She makes some delicious and easy food.  And has beautiful photography.  But if are on some type of low cal/fat diet?  Then yeah, maybe you don’t go look. 

I am seriously addicted to food blogs lately.  I can’t tell you how many of them I have in my Reader.  And trust me, it is a nasty little habit.  I look at pictures of fantastic looking food all day long.  Not helping me lose weight, that is for sure. 

Anyway, B’s birthday.  So tonight I’m going up to B’s house and taking him out to dinner.  A rare weekday get together for us.  Last night I spent a good hour and half wrapping up his gifts perfectly.  That’s when you know you have too much time on your hands – when you can spend that much time devoted to wrapping and ribbons.  I can’t help it – I always like my wrapping to look beautiful, even though it is a complete waste.  I blame it in part on the Container Store for having such lovely giftwrap.

I just realized how truly riveting this post must be.  Sorry, I’ll try to be more interesting.

Anyway, you want to know what I’ve been enjoying lately about blogging?  The true diversity of people who read a given blog.  Sometimes I get a comment from a new reader, and when I do, I always go check out their blog.  And I’ve had a number of them lately that are from places halfway around the globe, from people whose lives are so totally different from mine.  I just love that they can find something to relate to in my writing, and me in theirs.  I guess parts of the human experience is global, and it is easy to forget that sometimes. 

Ok, I better get back to work.

Long Day

{ February 29, 2008 @ 4:10 am } · { These people are killing me, aging, birthday, life, mean people, online dating, random thoughts, relationships, what am I doing with my life?, work }
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9:30 a.m.

I took a little break at work and I checked my personals inbox.  Of course I no longer do online dating, but for whatever reason (read:  laziness), I haven’t taken down my profile.  I still check my inbox every now and then, mostly for amusement purposes.  Today I got a message that reads as follows:

[I'm omitting the part that has his name and email address.  But apparently his last name is "thick"]

PS .. thick like ALAN Thicke the Actor … I know what you were thinking … and I am not a all fery, Athletic and Built.  text me for fastest reaction time

555-123-4567 … text me if you want to discuss me over dinner …

Huh?  What the hell is he talking about?  And what is “fery”?  Usually when people have bad grammar and/or spelling, I can still figure out what they are trying to say, but not this time.

Oh, and dude?  1985 called and wants its pop culture references back.  Has this guy not watched any tv in 20 years or what?  I emailed him back and said, “Dude, no thanks.   You are no Kirk Cameron.”

1:45 p.m.

I had a loud and angry argument with my boss.  He asks for my opinion, but he really only wants it if I agree with him.  He thinks I’m trying to be contrary and narrow-minded when actually I’m just telling him what the law is.  As since I’m the one reading all the cases, I should know.  I told him (as I have before) that if doesn’t want my opinion, then he shouldn’t ask for it.  The argument when on and he got mad and told me not to talk to him that way, blah blah blah. 

I ended up in tears.  Which I hate.  I can’t help it – I always go to the tears when I am frustrated.  And I know, there is no crying in the law, but you know how it is….the tears just come and can be hard to stop.

4:30

I get back to work after a trip to court.  My boss called me into his office where he was sitting with one of his clients, who for the sake of this story we will call Tom.   Tom is in our office a lot, so I know him pretty well.  I am not involved in his case(s).  My boss wanted to run a letter that he was drafting by me.  So he told me about it and asked me to look through a photo album that was sitting on his desk.  I opened it up, and it was filthy pictures Tom and and his ex-girlfriend naked and engaged in various sexual acts.  Mind you, Tom was SITTING RIGHT THERE when I opened this album.  I closed it immediately and said, “I don’t want to look at this”.    

What was my boss thinking??  Why the hell would he ask me to look at that with Tom sitting there?  I was so embarrassed.  I could maybe understand having to look at such pictures if it had a bearing on a case with which I was involved.  I am not at all involved in that case.  My boss just has no sense of boundaries.  But I was disgusted.  I almost cried again when I went back to my office, because I felt disrespected again.

6:30 p.m.

B called me when we were both on our way home from work.  Although he didn’t ask, I told him that I had a horrible day at work, and told him about it.  To which he responded with the ever popular “don’t complain if you aren’t willing to do something about it.”  Of course I know that makes sense.  But it absolutely is not what I wanted to hear.  If that is what I wanted to hear, I would have called my mother.  In fact, I told him he should call my mother and the two of them could bitch about how stupid I am, that way they can get it out of their system.  Jump right into my nightmare, B.

7:15

I got home to find a lovely letter from my health insurance company informing me that since I am so old and have entered an entirely new age range, my premuim will be increased. 

Great. 

Kick me while I’m down, Blue Cross Blue Shield.  As if I didn’t feel bad enough about the 30.   Now I am apparently a much bigger health risk.  Perfect.

8:00 p.m.

Lost.   Sigh.  WTF…..mind time travel??  I’m am very very close to my pain threshhold with this show.  Maybe I’m not evolved enough or imaginative enough or whatever, but the thing is, I watch tv for entertainment.  I like to be spoon-fed with it.  I don’t like to have to try so hard to understand something.  I literally have to read a recap of it every Friday so that I can try to make sense of what I watched.  Cut me a break here, Lost writers.  Please start writing stuff that makes sense.  And if nothing else, give me some more Kate and Sawyer.

Good night, folks.  And thank God tomorrow is Friday. 

It’s Official

{ February 27, 2008 @ 5:31 am } · { aging, birthday, dating, love, neuroses }
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I have kissed my twenties good-bye.  

Although, in all truth, they were pretty boring for the most part, so I don’t know why I miss them already.  Too much wasted youth.

I would revisit the post I wrote several months ago about some goals I set for myself to meet before my birthday, but I’m pretty sure I didn’t do any of them, so I’m not even going to look.  No need to start off on the wrong foot.

But anyway, I believe I’ve reached the whining threshhold on that topic, so I’ll stop.  Since we had the party last weekend, this weekend of my actual birthday was pretty tame.  B and I went out with some friends on Saturday night and then later to the bar.  We toasted out my 20s a couple of times, and it was pretty laid back, but still fun.

When B and I got home, he just gave me a good long hug, and nuzzled my neck, and just held me in his arms for a long moment.  He said he knew that I was dreading the 30, but that I shouldn’t feel bad about it – he still loves me.  I think that is as good as I’m going to get from him, and that’s ok.  It wasn’t the grand declaration of love that my dreams are made of, but it’ll do. 

I only see B on the weekends, so during the week when I’m in bed before I fall asleep, when I wake up, and when I’m daydreaming, I always think of some moment from the last time I saw B – something he said, a way that he touched me, etc.  I go back to that moment all week, until it is replaced with a new one.  I know how incredibly lame that sounds, but it just makes me feel good to think about since I don’t see him that much.  Anyway, that moment (above) is the one I’m thinking about this week.  It was my favorite.

Now, to depart from the warm and fuzzies, I have a disgusting litte story about some new sheets I bought.  I took them out of the package to wash them.  I was talking on the phone to B at the time, and I was absentmindedly picking at them, when it occurred to me that I just picked out several long hairs from the sheets.  Gross.  I mentioned it to B, but I thought, oh well, I’m getting ready to wash them anyway, so it should be fine.  But then when I got off the phone, I shook them out to get them unfolded before throwing them in the washing machine.  I notice there was something crusty all over the fitted sheet.  I literally gagged in my mouth.  How gross is that?  I’m pretty sure I have chlamydia now, just from the contact.  But I did wash my hands really well right away, so hopefully that helped. 

30ish

{ February 20, 2008 @ 3:26 am } · { aging, birthday, family, friends, life, love, relationships }
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So I am turning 30 on Sunday, a fact, which, if you’ve been paying attention, has been often lamented in my blog.  My dad, stepmom, and sister will be celebrating my birthday in Cabo, but because of a trial I have starting the week after, I am not able to go.  So my mom planned to come into town on Thursday and stay the weekend.  But on Wednesday of last week, she called and told me that they was coming tomorrow (last Thursday) instead of this Thursday.  Yikes. 

All I could think was that I needed to get home right away and clean my house.  But then I though, wait, why the hell are they coming a week early?  And who is “they” anyway?  It was supposed to just be my mom.  Anyway, as it turns out, my mom planned a surprise birthday party for me on Saturday.  But it was taking place back home, not here where I live.  So she had to tell me because she really didn’t have a way to get me there otherwise.   Basically everyone I know was in on the secret. 

Including B.  So I texted him and told him that he was in big trouble and that we were going to have a talk about the circle of trust, and who is in the circle of trust (me and him) and who is not (my mother).  Really it is more of a line than a circle, but whatever. 

So then I was all in a panic.  Who was coming to this party?  I had to find something to wear, and I need to have my highlights done, and on and on and on.  Oh, and apparently B would now be meeting my entire family all at once.  Yikes.  I wasn’t ready.  Mind you, he hadn’t even met any of my parents (I have 4) or my sister.  Let alone aunts, uncles, cousins, grandma, etc.  So I was feeling a little overwhelmed (which I think contributed to how upset I felt about V-Day). 

My sister flew in on Friday night, and on Saturday, B came over to my house, picked us up and drove us back home for the party.   

B had booked a room for us at the same hotel where all of the out-of-town guests were staying….including all of my parents.  Even though I am thisclose to 30 years old, I still feel like awkward about telling my dad that I’m sharing a hotel room with my boyfriend.  But whatever. 

Anyway, the party was wonderful.  So much fun.  All of my friends, a lot of my family, and we just a really good time all around.  It just made me feel special, especially since a lot of the guests had to travel from out of town.  And my mom is fantastic, planning the whole thing for me from halfway across the country.  She loves me.   

AND I got several spa gift certificates….ahhhh, I do so love a good massage.  I think I might schedule a massage for this weekend on my actual birthday.  And maybe a pedi too.