Rooting for the underdogs...GO CARDINALS!
Saturday, January 31, 2009
SUPERBOWL!!!
Hope you all have a lovely, safe (but not too safe) and ginormously fun SUPERBOWL SUNDAY!!!
Rooting for the underdogs...GO CARDINALS!
Rooting for the underdogs...GO CARDINALS!
Sunday, January 25, 2009
When friendship is the line...
I just had an ex...THE ex...LE HIM...ask me for advice concerning his new girlfriend. Odd right? Most people (and by people I mean girls...and some men too I suppose) would tell the ex in question to take a flying leap. At first I told him that I know we are civil and that we can usually discuss most topics but that I respectfully abstain from that particular conversation. Then he played up to my curiousity (just consider me the damn cat, SPLAT...dead!) and said something that was guaranteed to hook my interest so of course I told him to go ahead and tell me what his problems were. But being a girl I changed my mind a couple hours later and told him that I wasn't ready, not strong enough yet to hear about his little lady love.
Long story short thru a series of unasked questions and volunteered answers I did end up finding out what the issues were and unknowingly giving advice. That isn't my point however.
We had been close friends for years and years...then best friends...before we even decided to pursue a relationship with each other. Because of our history together, I fell for him. I mean I fell HARD. HARD! I thought that because he was my best friend, that I was safe and he would never never hurt me. Of course this story would suck if it ended happily ever after. Fortunately for you and this blog post it didn't. He broke my heart as only he could...because as the song goes "he's the only one who had enough of it to break my heart". It took me 3 months after certain...incidents...came to light to be brave enough to end it with him. It was another 5 months after that before I went a whole day without bursting out crying for no reason or crying myself to sleep or missing him so much that I thought about going back. Now here I stand, almost exactly a year later and though I knew I had to cross it eventually, I never really expected it to happen.
It was a step...a step past that friendship line that we all strive to cross when we've had our hearts broken...and it feels...well, it feels weird. I didn't want to hear about his girlfriend because I thought it would hurt, but you know what? It didn't! Sure I felt a little twinge in the corners of my gut, but other than that...nothing! No hate, no animosity towards the girl, not even that used to be familiar need to be loved by him that I used to feel all the time. In fact, I surprised myself by feeling kinda sorry for them to be going thru their little problems.
There were many lessons to be learned this last year. Among them was above all else, be true to yourself. Don't trust too easily or be too uncautious when giving your heart away. And of course, relationships can't stand on love alone. That's my favorite one because you know what? I will always miss the love I gave him and the love I thought I received back. I will never regret giving him all of my heart because it did me good in the long run. And even though I'll probably always love him, I will never be in love with him because I can never trust him again (well, maybe not never...but it will take a ginormously huge miracle and all the planets plus pluto aligning for me to be convinced to trust him again).
I don't know if this means I've truly mended, or if it just means that my heart broke so badly it couldn't possibly be hurt (by him) anymore. My best buddy Mr. A would probably say that it means I've moved on, that Im no longer in the delusion that we will be together ever again and that I've accepted it and am happy with it. I'll take any of the above.
Long story short thru a series of unasked questions and volunteered answers I did end up finding out what the issues were and unknowingly giving advice. That isn't my point however.
We had been close friends for years and years...then best friends...before we even decided to pursue a relationship with each other. Because of our history together, I fell for him. I mean I fell HARD. HARD! I thought that because he was my best friend, that I was safe and he would never never hurt me. Of course this story would suck if it ended happily ever after. Fortunately for you and this blog post it didn't. He broke my heart as only he could...because as the song goes "he's the only one who had enough of it to break my heart". It took me 3 months after certain...incidents...came to light to be brave enough to end it with him. It was another 5 months after that before I went a whole day without bursting out crying for no reason or crying myself to sleep or missing him so much that I thought about going back. Now here I stand, almost exactly a year later and though I knew I had to cross it eventually, I never really expected it to happen.
It was a step...a step past that friendship line that we all strive to cross when we've had our hearts broken...and it feels...well, it feels weird. I didn't want to hear about his girlfriend because I thought it would hurt, but you know what? It didn't! Sure I felt a little twinge in the corners of my gut, but other than that...nothing! No hate, no animosity towards the girl, not even that used to be familiar need to be loved by him that I used to feel all the time. In fact, I surprised myself by feeling kinda sorry for them to be going thru their little problems.
There were many lessons to be learned this last year. Among them was above all else, be true to yourself. Don't trust too easily or be too uncautious when giving your heart away. And of course, relationships can't stand on love alone. That's my favorite one because you know what? I will always miss the love I gave him and the love I thought I received back. I will never regret giving him all of my heart because it did me good in the long run. And even though I'll probably always love him, I will never be in love with him because I can never trust him again (well, maybe not never...but it will take a ginormously huge miracle and all the planets plus pluto aligning for me to be convinced to trust him again).
I don't know if this means I've truly mended, or if it just means that my heart broke so badly it couldn't possibly be hurt (by him) anymore. My best buddy Mr. A would probably say that it means I've moved on, that Im no longer in the delusion that we will be together ever again and that I've accepted it and am happy with it. I'll take any of the above.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Never Fear!
...E's still here. Kinda. So sorry for the lack of bloggy presence in the last few days as reitterated time and again by the texts and emails and blog comments that I have received, all along the lines of "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?"
Fear not and don't call the cops. I'm here...not dead (ish). Just add up looong days at work + supervisor changes + brand spankin new gym membership and what do you get? ME. Dead tired at night, barely conscious enough to drag my sorry butt to bed and definitely not conscious enough to blog (both read and write).
I've got a few more days of the crazy schedule then things should mellow out so you'll be getting more of the same first rate entertainment you've come to expect from me very very soon.
In the meantime here's a joke for you all:
A dude walks into a bar.
Wow, that's so trite and overdone...ok, let me change that...
A PIRATE walks into a bar (*grin*) wearing a steering wheel as a belt buckle. The bartender looks over and asks the pirate "Hey! Why are you wearing a steering wheel as a belt buckle?" and the pirate answers:
"Arrrgh...It's drivin' me nuts!"
Fear not and don't call the cops. I'm here...not dead (ish). Just add up looong days at work + supervisor changes + brand spankin new gym membership and what do you get? ME. Dead tired at night, barely conscious enough to drag my sorry butt to bed and definitely not conscious enough to blog (both read and write).
I've got a few more days of the crazy schedule then things should mellow out so you'll be getting more of the same first rate entertainment you've come to expect from me very very soon.
In the meantime here's a joke for you all:
A dude walks into a bar.
Wow, that's so trite and overdone...ok, let me change that...
A PIRATE walks into a bar (*grin*) wearing a steering wheel as a belt buckle. The bartender looks over and asks the pirate "Hey! Why are you wearing a steering wheel as a belt buckle?" and the pirate answers:
"Arrrgh...It's drivin' me nuts!"
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
What the...?
I was hanging out with a coworker after work, and since she drove carpool today, I gladly [had no choice but to] accompanied her to the pharmacy to pick up an asthma inhaler. But that isn't the funny part. The funny part came when I read the little booklet that came in the package. It said:
Certain side effects include:
-- shortness of breath, inability to take deep breaths, nose bleed, dry throat.
--swelling of the face, lips, and tongue.
--difficulty breathing, wheezing, chest tightness
--blurred vision, eye pain, headache, dizziness, nausea, vomiting.
--white patches or sores in the mouth and nose
--fast or irregular heartbeat
--and in some cases DEATH.
...uh huh....
Personally, I'd take the asthma.
Certain side effects include:
-- shortness of breath, inability to take deep breaths, nose bleed, dry throat.
--swelling of the face, lips, and tongue.
--difficulty breathing, wheezing, chest tightness
--blurred vision, eye pain, headache, dizziness, nausea, vomiting.
--white patches or sores in the mouth and nose
--fast or irregular heartbeat
--and in some cases DEATH.
...uh huh....
Personally, I'd take the asthma.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Oh, the mind of a female...bored out of her head.
Due to some unfortunate circumstances, I was forced to stay at home from an otherwise normal work day. Normally when I have a planned day off, it is just what it is...PLANNED. Today, not so much. I had little to do but slather on face cream once every 3 hours (as needed) and wash my face with cold water prior to doing so (as needed). So it was during one of those times when I was lying in bed with anti-rash face goo on and a cold wet towel over my face (killing two birds with one stone...my specialty) that I found myself with nothing to do but think random thoughts.
-I need to get some more female friends. Like real female friends. Because if I ever get married and had to plan a bachelorette party, I would want more than 6 people to come. And if I invited a bunch of people I didn't know...well, that would be just sad.
-I should totally start designing my own wedding gown just in case. Like asap! Who knows how long it will take to make and how long I'd have to work out to fit into it! Years maybe! Stupid genes and stupid tummy bulges.
-I wonder...if I lay down long enough would my organs shift in the flat position so that when I finally get up I'd look like I had a flat stomach? Note to self...experiment to see how long of a lay down would produce the most effective flat belly illusion.
-*Gasp* Oh my God! Am I...??? *counting in my head* Oh no...false alarm, I'm good...another week and a half.
-I'm getting fat again. *sigh*
-I'm hungry. I should thank Alison for recommending that shampoo...it smells really good! *sniff* like apricots...or baked apples! Hmmm apple pie!!!
-Is that my phone ringing? *listens* Eh, it's just a text. I'm in no mood to answer it now so whoever it is can just suck it.
-I should really call HIM. When was the last time I talked to him again? Hmm...can't remember. Oh well, I don't care. I'll probably just annoy him. But what if he really wants to talk to me but is just waiting for me to call? Whatever, if he wanted to talk to you he'd call you. But what if he thinks it's my turn to call him? Nah, he's busy with work and his new girlfriend so if he wanted to chat then he can just damn well call you first.
-Maybe I should just send him a quick email. A joke or just to say hi. Or maybe not. Hmm. I'll give it another week, and if he still hasn't called then I'll send him a quick text.
-I wonder how Eagle is? I should email him...you know, just to make sure he's still alive. Note to self, email Eagle and see if he needs me to send him anything. And ask him for that stupid picture he keeps telling you he'll send.
-Some guys are just too pretty. Too darn pretty for their own good. Darn all pretty guys! Darn them to heck!
-I wonder what the Scandinavian God is doing? I should ask him to send me another one of his songs. I wonder if he'll consider it a compliment or an insult if I told him I listen to them to fall asleep....Compliment? Insult? Compliment? Insult?... He'll probably be insulted. Nevermind.
-I should have put my ipod on before I lay down. Maybe it's around here.
*feels around on her nightstand and the shelves behind her bed*
-Nope, guess not. Next time then. Remind me.
-Oooh, if I press my fingers into my eyes hard enough, I can see stars!
-How long have I been lying here? Dang it, I should have set a timer. Or I can just get up and look at the clock! Nah, I'll just sit here for another few minutes and chill....
*2 hours later*
-Dammit, did I fall asleep? I must have! I should wash my face again.
*hauls myself up from bed*
-OOps...got up too fast. I should lay down for a second till the floor stops spinning.
*hour and a half later*
-DAMMIT!
-I need to get some more female friends. Like real female friends. Because if I ever get married and had to plan a bachelorette party, I would want more than 6 people to come. And if I invited a bunch of people I didn't know...well, that would be just sad.
-I should totally start designing my own wedding gown just in case. Like asap! Who knows how long it will take to make and how long I'd have to work out to fit into it! Years maybe! Stupid genes and stupid tummy bulges.
-I wonder...if I lay down long enough would my organs shift in the flat position so that when I finally get up I'd look like I had a flat stomach? Note to self...experiment to see how long of a lay down would produce the most effective flat belly illusion.
-*Gasp* Oh my God! Am I...??? *counting in my head* Oh no...false alarm, I'm good...another week and a half.
-I'm getting fat again. *sigh*
-I'm hungry. I should thank Alison for recommending that shampoo...it smells really good! *sniff* like apricots...or baked apples! Hmmm apple pie!!!
-Is that my phone ringing? *listens* Eh, it's just a text. I'm in no mood to answer it now so whoever it is can just suck it.
-I should really call HIM. When was the last time I talked to him again? Hmm...can't remember. Oh well, I don't care. I'll probably just annoy him. But what if he really wants to talk to me but is just waiting for me to call? Whatever, if he wanted to talk to you he'd call you. But what if he thinks it's my turn to call him? Nah, he's busy with work and his new girlfriend so if he wanted to chat then he can just damn well call you first.
-Maybe I should just send him a quick email. A joke or just to say hi. Or maybe not. Hmm. I'll give it another week, and if he still hasn't called then I'll send him a quick text.
-I wonder how Eagle is? I should email him...you know, just to make sure he's still alive. Note to self, email Eagle and see if he needs me to send him anything. And ask him for that stupid picture he keeps telling you he'll send.
-Some guys are just too pretty. Too darn pretty for their own good. Darn all pretty guys! Darn them to heck!
-I wonder what the Scandinavian God is doing? I should ask him to send me another one of his songs. I wonder if he'll consider it a compliment or an insult if I told him I listen to them to fall asleep....Compliment? Insult? Compliment? Insult?... He'll probably be insulted. Nevermind.
-I should have put my ipod on before I lay down. Maybe it's around here.
*feels around on her nightstand and the shelves behind her bed*
-Nope, guess not. Next time then. Remind me.
-Oooh, if I press my fingers into my eyes hard enough, I can see stars!
-How long have I been lying here? Dang it, I should have set a timer. Or I can just get up and look at the clock! Nah, I'll just sit here for another few minutes and chill....
*2 hours later*
-Dammit, did I fall asleep? I must have! I should wash my face again.
*hauls myself up from bed*
-OOps...got up too fast. I should lay down for a second till the floor stops spinning.
*hour and a half later*
-DAMMIT!
Monday, January 12, 2009
Fantasy Football....
Fantasy Football makes me horny! Well, not really...but it gives me tingles in unexpected places ;)
Stolen from my best buddy Mr. A over at Life on the Crawl.
Can't wait for next season!
Stolen from my best buddy Mr. A over at Life on the Crawl.
Can't wait for next season!
Sunday, January 11, 2009
VANITY! Thy name is "big nasty rash"
My mom took me to a spa for a facial in celebration of passing one of the three tests I took yesterday (the results for the rest haven't come out yet).
Now I have a nasty rash all over my face and neck! Im all red and splotchy and it itches so f*ing bad! My mom is fine...she goes to that spa all the time and apparently I'm the only one who had an allergic reaction to whatever crap they used. I have to call in sick tomorrow at work so I can go to the f*ing spa and complain, then drag my butt over to the doctor to get something for my face.
GAD!
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Update: 01/13/09
I've got some cream from the doctor to slather on my face and even though it's still kinda red at least it doesn't itch like the devil anymore. They said that I was allergic to the "soothing cream" (ironic right?) and it was made worse by the fact that they put it on my face right after they scrubbed it with exfoliant and a mild chemical peel. Lovely!
Now I have a nasty rash all over my face and neck! Im all red and splotchy and it itches so f*ing bad! My mom is fine...she goes to that spa all the time and apparently I'm the only one who had an allergic reaction to whatever crap they used. I have to call in sick tomorrow at work so I can go to the f*ing spa and complain, then drag my butt over to the doctor to get something for my face.
GAD!
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Update: 01/13/09
I've got some cream from the doctor to slather on my face and even though it's still kinda red at least it doesn't itch like the devil anymore. They said that I was allergic to the "soothing cream" (ironic right?) and it was made worse by the fact that they put it on my face right after they scrubbed it with exfoliant and a mild chemical peel. Lovely!
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