Saturday, May 31, 2008
Neglect
Blabbing About Nothing • Blogging •
I’m definitely guilty of that. I’ve been neglecting this blog...my cat...my apartment...my knitting...my books...my bills...and the website I’m supposed to be designing for my boss. Today I’ve at least stopped neglecting my bills. It’s a lousy, rainy day so I’m taking the opportunity to take care of some things around the house as well. And now I’m not neglecting the blog anymore! But alas, I don’t have anything too exciting to say, mostly because I’m sleepy because I didn’t get to bed until 3:30am on a night when I was tired to begin with, so why not go check out Mary’s new site—it rocks!
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
And the answer is...
Well, you guys are no fun (except you, Yoshi and random commentator). The answer is most definitely not stress. Are none of you the least bit romantic? * sigh * Well, the reason I am not eating or sleeping or able to focus is a very good one—I’m re-dating my exbf, and having a ridiculously fabulous, giddy, happy time. 
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Top Five Signs...???
New game! I give you five things, you tell me what they are signs of. Ready? Go!
1. You lose the five pounds you’ve been trying to lose for over a year in one week.
2. You are far from your usual miserable self.
3. The cat is none too happy.
4. Sleep? What’s that?
5. If daydreaming was an Olympic sport, you’d go home with the gold.
Monday, May 05, 2008
They Say That I'm a Victim of Obsession
A Woman Obsessed • Out and About •
That’s what my friends say…
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
I suck (continued)
I’m pretty sure everyone’s going to throw stones at me, but a girl’s gotta do what’s in her gut. And my gut said RUN. So I just broke up with my match.com bf. Over email. Oh yes. I suck even more than you thought. Luckily I had some Chocolate Therapy earlier today as part of free cone day to prepare. Bring it.
Monday, April 28, 2008
In a word (or two): I suck
Grrrr...Argh • It's All About Me •
My match.com bf clearly likes me. What’s the problem, you ask? I want to run away and hide. I like him, but I haven’t figured out yet if it’s just as a friend or something more. But the problem is, I’m not sure I even want to find out. It has nothing to do with him; it’s that I finally, after 32 years, have commitment issues. Gah! We all know whose fault this is, right? Yep. GBF. He has screwed me up and I am now officially damaged goods. Lovely.
So now I have to decide: do I go with my instinct and run away...far, far away? Or do I suck it up a little longer and at least try to get over my issue and, if I am still not romantically interested, let him know in some honorable fashion? I realize the answer is obvious, but I still have to talk it through. This is indicative of just how screwed up I am.
Dating is just too hard. Maybe they’re on to something with those arranged marriages.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
More Excitement Than I Can Handle
I finally fell asleep sometime after 1am after my evening of rabal rousing. At about 2:45am something woke me up. When the cat jumped, I knew I wasn’t just hearing things. Then I saw the flashing lights. My immediate thought? Someone from the planning board meeting was torching my house. I ran to the front door to find a police car parked in front of our driveway blocking the road. I opened the door and looked down the street to see a rescue effort underway. All I could make out at first that there was a car accident and that police, EMS and firemen were working to get someone out of a car. I heard random things..."She was unconscious....Stand down!...We’re trying to help you.” Me and several other neighbors just stood there with our hands over our mouths watching this scene. Several times I heard the screams and cries of someone in pain. Not something you ever want to hear. It’s one thing to drive by an accident on a highway; it’s quite another to have to listen to it go on and on. At some point I realized that the car had flipped over and that someone was trapped inside. The car was basically in someone’s front yard.
Needless to say, I couldn’t go back to sleep, at least not for long. I’d go back to bed for a little while, then hear a commotion and go back up front to see what was going on. At some point I fell back asleep and dreamt I was mugged. I blame the affordable-housing haters who are afraid that $150,000 homes are going to create a “ghetto.”
The accident was on the news this morning. Here’s a short story. I’m so glad to know that everyone is ok.
Flipped over cars hit a little too close to home to me. Back in college I was in a car that flipped over on the NYS Thruway, spun around on the roof across the entire highway until we hit the median. I was in the back...with no seatbelt. By nothing less than a miracle my two roommates and I walked away from that accident with minor injuries. It could’ve been so much worse.
I need to watch Lost and, well, get lost for a while in something a little less real.
Rabal Rouser
It’s after midnight and I have to be at work at 8:30am for the start of a three-day meeting, but I can’t sleep. I’m on a completely new kind of high. I was the star of tonight’s town planning board board meeting—I know, exciting, but it actually was. It’s quite a rush to know that your words have an impact—good and bad—on people. Everyone wanted to talk to me after tonight’s meeting where I spoke in favor of an affordable housing development on the other side of a trail near my house.
But tonight was about so much more than this one issue. It’s about a girl who used to be so afraid of public speaking that she would make sure she was always last to give a presentation in class...so shy she had to have her parents call stores to find out if they were open...it’s about this girl facing her fear and jumping up to speak first—FIRST!—about something she feels passionate about. Ok, so I was starving and we’d already been there for over two hours and I was anxious to get home, but still. It was that girl who went up to the developer before the meeting to ask questions about the project and then had a crowd of people behind her as she asked questions. It was that girl who made a point of introducing herself to the local reporter and letting him know that there were other viewpoints at the meeting. Me! I just can’t believe it.
I want to run for office. Obama still needs a running mate, right?
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Pop Quiz
You find your date’s myspace music page. Do you listen?
How Could I of All People Forget
Happy Earth Day! Go hug a tree for me!
