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It’s just tears and rain

{ August 21, 2008 @ 1:02 am } · { death, family, Uncategorized, work }
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Thanks again for the well-wishes, ladies.  You guys are the best.

We made it through the wake and funeral.  It went as well as it could, and they had a really nice turnout.  There were a lot of rough moments, as there always are in this type of situation.  But overall B and his family are holding up pretty well under the circumstances.    And I think they are relieved that all of the services are over and they can have time to themselves. 

As for me, I tried to walk to line between being there for whatever B needed and being unobtrusive.  Because no matter how important B and I are to each other, the fact is that I didn’t know his dad all that well, and I don’t know his family all that well (although better now).   So there were times I felt out of place, because of course, my level of grief is not even remotely on the same level as theirs.  In fact, most of what I feel is sympathy and caring for B and the rest of his family, as opposed to my own grief at the loss of B’s father. 

It is kind of an awkward spot to be in, because B and I are not married or engaged or anything of the sort.  Many of the family members that were there I was just meeting for the first time.  So I’m not exactly part of the family, but I wanted to be as supportive of B as I could.

During the funeral ceremony there wasn’t room in the front row for me to sit by B, so I sat in the second row, all by myself.  Of course, I cried through the entire thing, just as I feared I would, but it was ok.  It’s ok to cry at funerals, and obviously I wasn’t doing it in a loud or disruptive way.  Anyway, when the funeral was over, the funeral director announced that everyone should come pay their last respects and then exit through the side door, starting with the back row.  I started getting nervous, when it is my turn, do I stay or do I go??

Anyway, so when it was my turn, I went up to the casket, paid my respects, and then turned around and sat back down.  The only people left at that point were B’s immediate family (mom, brother, sister-in-law, niece and nephew) and his Dad’s sister and brother.  At that point the two of them (B’s aunt and uncle) went up to the casket and were holding each other and sobbing.  It was breaking my heart, and B’s immediate family all started breaking down then too.  Then his aunt and uncle exited through the side door.  That’s when I thought, yeah, I don’t think I should be in here for this, so I got up and quietly exited myself.  So I felt kinda stupid, not knowing what the right thing to do was.  But I felt that B’s immediate family should have their privacy, so I think it was the right thing.  Of course, nobody in there was paying any attention to me during this time, so I’m sure I’m the only one who was worried about it.

The nice thing is that I did get to meet pretty much all of B’s extended family.  Of course, I wish it hadn’t been in that way, but I guess that’s just the way things work out in life.   They were all very nice and seemed very happy to meet me.  His aunt told me that his grandmother said that she was pleased with me, which is apparently about as good as you can do with her, so I was happy with that.  Some of the others were just very very happy B had a girlfriend.  He must have been one sad case before me. 

I was thinking about how hard it would be to work at a funeral home.  From the funeral directors down to the ushers, I just don’t think I could do that type of job.  You have to be with people during the worst moments of their lives and witness pain at its rawest.  I could not do it.  It’s nice, I guess, that you can help someone out during such a tough time, but no.  I would weep every day.  I might write the funeral home a thank you note, because it is probably a pretty thankless job, and hey, someone’s gotta do it.

Anyway, thanks again for the kind words.

Stuff

{ May 20, 2008 @ 3:31 am } · { Blogroll, goals, life, random thoughts, size, weight loss, work }
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Do ya’ll use Google Reader?  Maybe you’ve all been using it forever and I’m just really slow on the uptake, but seriously?  If you don’t use it, definitely check it out.  I subscribed to all of my favorite blogs and it tells me when someone has published a new post, and I don’t have to go to 137 blogs 10 times a day (obsessive, no?) to see if someone has posted.  I just sit back and let Google Reader do the work for me.  I can’t tell you how much time it saves me.  And it suggests new blogs to me all the time, and sometimes I add those too, because why not?  Seriously, check it out.

Anyway, I’ll move on to the real topic of this post.  Except I don’t really have one. 

Work?  Has been super stressful lately.  The crazy (my clients) just seem to be getting crazier.  I mean, majorly.  They have been calling and calling everyday, and my patience is wearing SO thin.  People hire me and my firm to handle their problems and to give our best advice.  But still, they think they know better.  One of my clients told me “I know the law.”  Um, yeah, so do I.  I spend what is not an insignificant amount of time researching the law, reading cases, and writing briefs.  So as far as knowing the law goes, I’m pretty sure I have a leg up on my client.  But fine, don’t take my advice.  See where that gets you.

One of B’s friend’s wife, Emily, upon finding out that I am an attorney, said that she always thought that would be cool.  She likes her job in corporate America, but it isn’t like actually helping people like I do. 

The problem is though, that my job day to day is pretty fucking thankless.  There are rare moments when I am able to help someone, and they are grateful, and I feel the satisfaction of being of some use to someone.  But day to day?  It is like babysitting.  Like being a counselor or somone’s best friend.  But it can be very personally taxing.  I will listen patiently and sympathize while someone sits with me and cries about their problems.  But by and large?  I don’t have the ability to fix their problems.  At least not in any immediate way.   

I can file a lawsuit for you.  But I can’t help you pay your bills while you are out of a job and being a single mother to a little boy.  Maybe what I can get you eventually will make it all better.  But maybe I can’t get you anything or maybe it won’t solve all of your problems.  Sometimes it just feels like a heavy weight.

Speaking of heavy weight…..I’m finding that I SUCK at the weight loss.  Seriously bad at it.  Turns out I’m not good at deprivation of any kind.  I always let loose on the weekends.  Then I’ll get to Monday and tell myself that I’m going to be more serious about it.  Then IMMEDIATELY  I start whining (in my head) about how much it sucks that I can’t eat whatever is the current object of my craving.  I start feeling sorry for myself, thinking about HOW LONG it has been since I got to eat anything good.  Then I come back to reality and think, oh yeah, that was just yesterday. 

I need to step up my game.  And get over the fact that it is going to require some sacrifice. 

Any suggestions, dear readers?  Any good low cal/fat recipes?  Anything you like to do to keep in shape? 

But Corner Bakery and their 800 calorie chopped salad can fuck me. 

Good night!

Long Day

{ February 29, 2008 @ 4:10 am } · { aging, birthday, life, mean people, online dating, random thoughts, relationships, These people are killing me, 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. 

Because I’m Competitive

{ February 22, 2008 @ 2:16 am } · { what am I doing with my life?, work }
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SF wrote about her pathetic day yesterday.  And though I am well aware how hideously boring defending a deposition can be, particularly when your client keeps talking and talking and talking, as long as there is an award to be won for the most pathetic day, I thought I may as well give it my best shot.   I think I’ve got a very very good chance.

My day started with me picking up my boss.  He is disabled and has a special van to ride in.  Since we were going to court together, I picked him up and away we went.  Court went just like we wanted it to go, so that part was fine.  But then we had to waste a few hours downtown because my boss had a noon appointment with the the entity that gives us our licenses to practice law, and as we all know, he who giveth can certainly taketh away.  I live in fear of these folks, and I didn’t even want to be in their office, much less give them my name.  What I’m trying to say is that is that there is never an occasion when visiting these folks is a good thing.  Luckily the appointment wasn’t for me, but still.

 Anyway, so we made it through that appointment and went out to find that our van had been towed.  Ugh.  And as Murphy’s law would have it, my cell phone’s battery was dead, and my boss had forgotten to bring his.  Luckily the security guards in the building were very nice and allowed us to make calls for the next 30 minutes, begging the fine folks at the city’s central auto pound to allow me to come retrieve my boss’s van, despite that my name is not on the registration, and I certainly didn’t have his title with me.  These folks are very serious about having the proper paperwork to get your car back.  Finally, we got the thumbs up, and I hopped in a cab to take me to the auto pound.  Of course, I picked the one cabbie who didn’t know how to get to the address, but eventually I got there.  Stood in line for a while and then got the van.  I picked up my boss and away we went.  And though it felt like it should have been at 9:00 p.m., it was actually only 3:00, so yay, we still have time to go back to the office and work.

Ah, just another day at the office.  I really need to get a new job.

Thirty something…

{ January 18, 2008 @ 3:21 am } · { aging, goals, is it just me?, life, neuroses, random thoughts, what am I doing with my life?, work, worries }
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So today my friend asked me how I feel about turning 30 in a month.  My mood went from cheerful to depressed in about 10 seconds flat. 

Not great, that’s how I feel.  Like I’m still perpetually behind the eight ball.   Which seemed ok, I guess, during my twenties (not that I liked it).   I look around to see what I have to show for my nearly 30 years, and what I find, folks?  It ain’t much.     

I didn’t make enough of my twenties.  I spent too much time being self-conscious and not enough time enjoying life.  Too much time playing bit parts in the lives of others and too little time making something of my own life.  Too much time in my head and not enough time out in the world – meeting new people, breathing in the fresh air and lifting my face to the sun.    And I didn’t appreciate my beautiful youthful skin the way I should have – the way I would now if I had it back.  Regrettably, I allowed those years to just pass by me.  Those years are coming to a close and I’ve only just begun to enjoy them.

 I don’t mean to be all melodramatic, like 30 is so old or that the end of my life is closing in (although one never knows).

It’s just…..not only am I not where I thought I would be when I was 30, I’m not where I realistically should be.  When one is 15 or 20, you have an idea of where you should be at 30, but I don’t know how realistic it really is.  I’ve been out of school for almost 5 years now, but I still feel like a student.  For that matter, I still live like a student.  I still live in the same small apartment, still drive the same car, I’m not married, I don’t have children – my life is still all about me.  The only thing different is that my parents no longer support me (regrettably) and now I actually have to pay my student loans instead of just taking them out (DEFINITELY regrettable).   I just haven’t come far enough.  It has been years since my friends all passed certain milestones (getting married, having children, buying homes), and I feel like I am not any closer to any of that than I ever have been. 

I am the most educated person I know (outside of my step-father), and the least wealthy.  I have all the tools I need, I just have been too lazy about getting ahead in the world.

*Sigh*

Clearly I’m just having a pity party wherein I lament all the things I do not have.  Allow me a moment please.  In my heart I know that I have more than 90% of the world’s population.  It is just easy to lose perspective because I don’t know that 90% of the population.  I guess I need to do some volunteering and spend more time doing something with/for those who are less privileged.  Although my work is pretty much entirely with people who are down on their luck in some way.  And to think those people turn to me for advice and assistance.  Ha!

Anyway.

Oh, and I was reading the local bar association newspaper, and I read through the obituaries, and then I started to notice that most of the deceased people were either in their 50s or 60s.  I’m not thinking the law profession is a good place to be if one is looking to live a long life.  Yikes.

This 30 stuff is messing with my head.

In With the New

{ January 3, 2008 @ 4:21 am } · { family, friends, goals, life, love, relationships, work }
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Hello Readers!  I have missed you.  It feels like forever since I have blogged.  It feels like forever since I had enough time to sit down and even think about blogging.  But I had to spend the first hour catching up on everyone else’s blogs.  It is amazing to me how caught up I get in the lives of strangers.  I think about you guys when away from my computer for an extended period of time.  And so it is that now, in my first real chance to be home since the 21st, that I am catching up with (and to) blogs when I should be putting away Christmas gifts, unpacking my bags, cleaning my fridge, doing laundry, and/or taking out the garbage. 

So another new year begins.  I don’t feel ready.  I feel like I need another week to catch up (see chores listed above), get organized, and close out 2007.  And yet 2008 is here, ready or not. 

My holidays were nice.  Got to spend a lot of time with family – always a good time since I don’t get to see any of them very often.  Also went to B’s family Christmas.  It went well.  It was a little awkward at first, but they really tried to include me in the conversation, so that definitely helped.  Told me stories about B as a child.  Cute.   

Of course, B hasn’t said anything about what his family thought about me.  He never talks about stuff like that, and I hate to fish for it.  But some feedback would be nice!   B and I exchanged gifts later that night.  He gave me a bunch of random stuff.  He did a good job using his imagination, since I didn’t give him any ideas of what to give me.  Most of the stuff was good, and all of it was thoughtful.

But he got me a pair of Crocs.  Yep.  With the logo of my favorite baseball team.  I’m not sure what it is that I have worn in the past that suggested to him that I might consider wearing Crocs.  I’m not even sure he has ever seen me wearing tennis shoes.  He gets annoyed that I am always wearing heels, regardless of the activity.  But I’m 5’2″.  Wearing flats doesn’t seem like an option, and if I do, my pants drag on the ground.    So anyway, the Crocs.  I’ve never understood them.  For the longest time I thought they were some kind of gardening shoe (?).  I think they are desperately homely.  I’m not sure I have it in me to actually wear them, other than, say, to take the garbage out or go get the mail. 

New Year’s Eve was fun too.  B and I went out with 2 other couples.  I’m starting to loosen up more around his friends, but still not fully myself.  Getting there, though.  I went to the restroom at some point that night and noticed I had a voicemail from one of my best friends.  Just hearing her voice wishing me a Happy New Year made me tear up.  I missed being with my girlfriends. 

But I had someone to kiss at midnight!  For the very first time in my (nearly 30 years of) life.  Mmmm.  That was wonderful.  Normally I just stand around when the clock strikes midnight, smile frozen on my face, waiting for everyone else to kiss their significant other, trying to go unnoticed.  But this year I looked forward to midnight. 

And I was able to spend a good amount of time with B over the last couple of days.  Just hanging around.  It was a good time.  But seriously, when the hell is football season going to end?  Enough already, I say. 

Back to work tomorrow.  I haven’t been to work since December 20th.  It has been so so nice to have all this time off, but I think I’m ready to get back to regular life.  Ready to get back to work, get organized (I know I left my office a mess in my rush to get out), and quit lazing the days away (although that has its good points too).  And with any luck the boss will be on vacation for a couple more weeks, so I’ll have a chance to get caught up on everything without him bothering me.   

I was going to write about New Years resolutions/goals, but I think I want a little more time to think about it, firm them up in my head, figure out what is possible, what is important, and what I really want.  So more on that later. 

Happy New Year internets!  I hope all of your dreams come true in 2008.   Make it happen.   

Patience is a virtue…

{ December 13, 2007 @ 3:24 am } · { These people are killing me, Uncategorized, what am I doing with my life?, work }
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Is it really patience if you have to fake it?

My boss makes me crazy.  He takes advantage of my niceness pretty much every single day.  It has been going on for years, and right now I feel like I am at my limit with him and his family.

It is hard to explain without getting really in depth, but I will try to do an adequate job here.  I don’t really like talking about my job, because one never really knows who is reading.  That being said, it is really bothering me so I will now.

This year my boss lost his son.  It has been a horrible year for his family (following two long years of his son’s illness), and obviously they are heartbroken.  Because of the hard time they have had, I have done many many many things over the course of the last couple of years that fall far outside the realm of my job responsibilities.   They needed help, and there was a lot of simple things I could do to make it easier, so I did.  But his son is gone now since April, they don’t have to tend to him and care for him anymore, and they are trying to move forward as best they can.  But they got used to me doing a lot of things for them, and so they keep asking.  And I keep doing.  And at this point I feel that it is taking advantage. 

They are sucking all of the good energy out of me.  I am mad at them for expecting me to do so many things, and I am even more mad at myself for doing all of it.  And so I feel crabby on most days, and really, it hurts nobody but me.  They keep taking from me, and, in all honesty, have given very little in return.    I am not adequately paid for my real job, let alone for all the extra stuff I do.  They don’t really even acknowledge every thing that I have done and continue to do for them.  There are some days (like today) that it is all I can do not to cry at my desk.  But there is no crying in baseball, and there sure as hell is no crying in law. 

I have had many clients, co-workers, and friends tell me that I must have the patience of a saint to deal with my boss.  But really, I am screaming in my head.  So frustrated.   Is that true patience?  Aren’t there people out there who happily and tirelessly give  of themselves, and who don’t feel the anger and anxiety that I feel?  Sometimes I think that I’m just being selfish.  When is it ok to look out for number one?

And so it is that everyday I wear a mask of faux patience, wishing desperately for some of the real kind. 

Parties, gifts, and buh-bye boss-man

{ December 11, 2007 @ 3:32 am } · { dating, love, random thoughts, relationships, work }
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So I went to B’s work party on Friday.  Meh.  It was kind of boring.  There was one guy at our table who was very loud and is just one of those “always on” kind of people.  Everyone else thought he was funny.  I thought he was obnoxious and hindered our table having any real conversation.  And B wasn’t feeling too good, so he was pretty quiet. 

I did find a cute black dress to wear.  Tried to keep my chest in, as per my friend Jaded’s suggestion.  I was fairly successful at it. 

I did get to meet B’s mother.  She was nice enough, but we didn’t really get a good chance to talk much.  She retired from the company in May, so during the cocktail hour when we were standing around talking to her, people kept coming up and interrupting.  And she didn’t sit at our table, so I really just small-talked with her for a short time and that was it. 

B emailed me and told me that he needed my sizes to assist with his Christmas shopping:  shoes, t-shirt/sweatshirt, underwear, sweatpants.  Pretty random.  I told him that he obviously doesn’t know me very well if he thinks I am going to tell him my sizes (which, by the way, I refused to tell even my grandmother when she asked).  But, I felt a little sorry for him because I didn’t give him any ideas of what to get me when he asked.  So I told him my sizes. 

I see some slutty panties in my near future.  Guess I’ll wear them underneath the sweatpants he is apparently getting me.  It was just a random list, because I am not really a t-shirt-and-sweatpants-wearing kind of girl.  But I’ll keep an open mind and pretend that the slutty panties are the prettiest ones I’ve ever seen.    And pray that he doesn’t get me the kind of sweatpants that have the elastic at the bottom. 

Truly, though, it is the thought that counts, so I don’t really care what he gets me.  I’m just interested to see what he comes up with on his own. 

In other news, my boss is going out of town for the holidays after all.  YAY!!  I’m so relieved.  He is leaving on the 18th, which means I only have about a week left before I get a break from him.  Which believe me, is much needed.  I’m at that point where every little thing he does irritates me, so him being gone for a few weeks will be FANTASTIC.  I’m so looking forward to it.

Ramblings…

{ November 29, 2007 @ 5:42 pm } · { dating, family, life, love, random thoughts, relationships, work }
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So last night B told me that his Mom is coming to his work Christmas party (she worked there until she retired early this year).  Yikes!  I’ve never met any of his family.  I’m not even sure his family knows of my existence.  He has never made any comments to indicate that they know about me.  Unlike my parents and sister, who keep wanting to know why they haven’t met him (hello, GEOGRAPHY), and have spread the good word among the entire extended family (J has a boyfriend!  J has a boyfriend!).  Anyway, so I will meet his mother next weekend at the party.  In a crowd.  With a bunch of people around, all staring and watching to see how it goes.  Self-involved much?  Ok, perhaps they won’t all be paying attention, but still.  So I need a cute and festive outfit.  But not slutty.

 Anyway, so it turns out that B won’t be able to come to my mom’s with me after all (not that I had asked).  He has tickets to a football game on the 23rd, which is right in the middle of my visit.  So my mom (and sister and step-dad) will have to keep waiting out the old meet-and-greet.  Which is fine.  One meet the parents evening in a month is quite enough for me.

My family (specifically my mom) thinks that this relationship I have with B is weird.  Why haven’t we met him?  Why haven’t you met his parents.  So I move at the speed of glaciers when it comes to this stuff.  Is that so wrong?  Back off!  Maybe it is weird, I don’t know.  But also I don’t care. 

My boss has been planning a month-long vacation over the holidays.  I have been looking forward to his vacation for months.  Dreaming about this one glorious month when he’ll be gone, and I can go about my work unfettered by his constant buzzing me in my office, asking for this or that.  Ahhhhhhhh.  I can feel the tension leaving my shoulder just thinking about it.

But wait.  Yesterday he told me that he might not go on vacation after all.  I almost had a panic attack, all the while trying to remain outwardly calm, casually asking why not, and suggesting that he will be lonely if he is all alone for the holidays while his family is on vacation.  He is still up in the air.  I’m sure he’ll end up going.  At least that is what I tell myself in my darkest moments. 

I need to get going on my holiday decorating.  I haven’t even gotten my tree out yet.  I’m behind.  Although, the truth is that I always go all out decorating my apartment, and then virtually NO ONE sees it but me.  How pathetic is that?  But I’m so much less lonely this year than the last several years, so I don’t feel as bad about it.   

So I still have no idea what to get B for Christmas.  But I think I know one of the things (the only thing?) he is getting me:  a bluetooth.  Yes, that’s right ladies.  I can hear you all sighing in envy, wondering how you too can bag such a romantic guy.  But if that is what he gets me, I’ll open it up and act like it is the most beautiful bluetooth I’ve ever seen (much better than, say, diamond earrings), and in my head I will tell myself that he cares about me so much that he loses sleep worrying about me driving and talking on the phone at the same time.  Maybe I should do a preemptive strike and buy one for myself before Christmas.  No, that’s kind of mean.  He did ask me what I wanted and I didn’t give him any ideas, so it is not his fault.  I know how hard it is to buy gifts. 

Anyway, I think that is enough randomness for today.

Sunday night…football

{ October 23, 2007 @ 3:08 am } · { dating, indoor sports, life, love, relationships, sex, work }
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I went over to B’s house on Sunday afternoon.  Usually B gets together with the guys for football on Sundays, but since we weren’t able to see each other on Friday or Saturday, he invited me over. 

I hate football.  And I’m definitely not one of those girls who pretends to understand or like football just to impress a guy.  No, I am not one of the guys.  So I pretty much just went for the company. 

I may not have quite the same enthusiasm for a touchdown as the guys, but I’m pretty sure watching football with me was more fun than with the guys.  And I was able to steal his attention from the game a few times.  And if I do say so myself, the half-time entertainment was pretty good.  :)

And after the game we ordered in some food.  We sat at the table across from each other and just talked.  It felt….intimate, I guess.  Because we don’t spend that much time together just hanging out at home.  So it was nice.  I liked it.  

In other news, today we had a consultation with a very hot, young potential client.  He apparently got charged with indecent exposure.  Um…..yeah, I’m going to need a demonstration before I take your case.  But seriously, why is it in my experience that only dirty old men are inappropriate?  Why am I never around when the hot guys expose themselves indecently? 

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