Filed under: Being Mere
I have a love/hate relationship with Halloween.
I am not a costume person. Never have been. The best I do is devil horns, which I call “true self”.
I do however love pumpkin seeds. I have an unhealthy obsession and will waste pounds and pounds of pumpkins for the seeds inside. Great. Now I am hungry.
I don’t get any truck or treaters. It might be the fact that I refuse to turn any lights on tonight or the dirty looks I give to the neighborhood kids the other 364 days of the year.
Tonight, I was invited out for cocktails at our fave local dive bar. Instead I am home, in my PJ’s (which I have worn all day except for the hour it took to go to the dermatologist and have something suspicious burned off the tip of my nose), watching the History Channel and all of its Dracula, Ghost and Witchy glory. And my not-so-inner nerd is sooooooooooooooooooo happy right now. Vampires and hauntings and spirits, oh my!
Filed under: Cats
Why does my cat love, LOVE, love, love Febreeze? He is in the bathroom licking the floor and trying to make love to a pair of pants I have hung outside the shower.
He also licks the counter after I wipe it with one of those Clorox wipes.
= Painful (I swear one guy was autistic)
= The smack down (D freaked out when we arrived. She was convinced she could not do it since talent was light. I had to yell at her to calm the fuck down and just have some fun. This did not define us, we were trying something new.)
= Exhausting (Talking to 17 men for 4 mins each and attempting to be cheerful and “into” it time after time after time is oh-so tiring).
=Drunken (I might have had a lot of cocktails on an empty stomach. Lots.)
=Hilarious (There was an EARTHQUAKE! And the guy I was talking to looked at me and was all coy “Did you just feel the earth move?” – pretty funny)
=Profitable? (I may have picked up a client. A BUYER!!!)
=Repeatable? Not in the Silicon Valley. And not for awhile.
Filed under: dating
I am frustrated. I am wasting time on boys (such young little boys…if not by the calendar then certainly by there maturity). Wasting so much time.
The newest one called me at 1 am Saturday morning. I cannot remember the last time someone called me in the middle of the night. Thankfully, the phone was downstairs. It woke me and after a sleepy conversation with myself I decided if a friend needed me, they would be smart enough to call me back until I answered.
But the message did not sound drunken and he asked me to lunch. I texted him early that I was working all day and called him around 2:30. The call was painful, cementing my belief that this was not “the one”. Not even the one to go on a date with.
But I have friends who are not dating at all, and I feel like I owe it to myself to at least be out there. The practice can’t hurt, right?
The phone call ended with him asking me what I was doing that night and that maybe we should get a drink. Then around 7 he texts me “I am thinking about getting a drink”.
So I text back. “OK”. I mean it wasn’t an invite, right? He was informing me of his thought much like some lame twitter posting.
Deciding that my new diet was more important to me this weekend than massive amounts of cocktails (I KNOW, I was surprised, too!) , I settled in with tivo.
This morning I woke to find yet another text. “Let’s get a drink”. Sent at 10:08. And part of my brain exploded. I think it was the part where I keep my patience and the ability to give someone the benefit of the doubt.
So here I sit, with a snarl on my face. Frustrated. And bored with it all. Boys who cannot pick up a phone at a decent hour, ask for a real date (which leads me to believe this is more of some lame booty call), or just state what they want from you. Oh. So. Done.
Can someone send me an adult, please?
Filed under: Work
I have today off. Why is that such a big deal? In looking at the next month, there will be few days off. I have made a commitment to work as many open houses as possible (meaning at least 2 a week and I may find a way to make that FOUR) , my company has started a new campaign that requires weekly mailings, I NEED TO GET THESE THREE HOUSES SOLD!
But today – no work. No email. No collecting of emails for marketing purposes, no phone calls, no looking into the MLS. Nothing.
No fixing the house (which sadly, still needs paint and attention and a fucking makeover). No working on sprinklers or trimming plants.
Instead? Chats with friends, cooking!!! (Onion soup for the fridge – who cares if it is 80 today?) and the movies. I will come home to read a vampire book, which is one of my favorite things to do. I have a thing for vampires.
Relaxation. For 24 hours.
Filed under: Uncategorized
I lived in San Diego as a child. Things were always blackened, but we never had a fire scare that I remember (I was 3-4).
We have family down there, one house is gone, a child is a firefighter, stress. I also have a friend who has been evacuated and I do not know the status of her home. She lives in the town next to the town I lived in as a child – and the home that burned was in the next town…so her home is in no way safe.
The mom and I were discussing what we would take in an emergency. We made a pact to write it down and put it somewhere easy to find (I am going to post mine in my garage). This way, we know what is important and won’t waste time on the rest. I took it a step further and added survival stuff, cuz ya never know….
The cats
With crates
Leashes
Food
Potty box/litter
Ickles-pay meds
My purse
Medications (allergy) , toothbrush
My Laptop
The external hardrive from the desktop (take desktop if time/room)
Cell phone and charger
Jade Fon painting
Ballerina Painting
Jewelry
Clothing (to get through, shoes, socks, undies, coat)
Photos in box in garage
Basics for survival:
Bottled water
Canned food
Can opener
Bagged food, cereal
Batteries
Flashlights
When you look at the list, it is not so much, is it?
Filed under: workouts and healthkicks
Not content to just have my ass (and my lower abs, and my calves and my shoulders) kicked at Bootcamp, a friend and I decided we would walk/hike a few nights a week.
The nutritionist guy that works with our Bootcamp told her in order to really lose weight you needed 2 hours of Bootcamp a day. I don’t think either of us can schedule that in, so we met at her house and she took me on her little walk.
Only it wasn’t so little. Uphill, downhill, past the high school, through a new development, up a busy street and through horse country. And hour and a half later I got back in my car.
I am exhausted. I came home around 8 to shove some dinner in my face and crawl (literally) into bed. I woke up this morning feeling heavy and fatigued.
So tired.
Filed under: Uncategorized
But not the sore ass! We did a lot of back today and now my upper ass area is in pain. And why oh why did I decide that my bootcamp buddy and I should work out TWICE a day a few times a week? Oh? To lose 10 pounds? Yeah, I guess, but it is interfereing with my napping and lounging.
**
Trick or Treat.
I am teaching the cats tricks. Day one was last night. Ile-chay was a champion. He wants those treats! Ickles-pay is a freaking retard. But I will persevere!
I want them to come when I ring a bell (a safety item in case they ever get out).
And to sit, and shake, and for Ickles-pay to shut the fuck up about feeding time. That last one requires a lot of squirt bottles, but I refuse to lose this battle.
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For the record – I was drunk all weekend. And I am paying for it. Went to bed at 7:00 last night.
Filed under: Being Mere
So, I had meant to mention that I probably flipped out because I was not doing Bootcamp this week. I am addicted. Addicted, I tell you! And just wish it wasn’t so expensive.
For Christmas this year I am asking for Bootcamp. I need new shoes, headbands that hold hair, new sweats, and I need more of my new fave drug!
But I think there was pent up energy. And pent up emotion that I am usually too tired to deal with after Bootcamp. Sometime being so tired you can’t deal is a good thing. So instead of working out, which would have been the easy thing to do, I painted for 10 hours yesterday.
Anyway….feeling MUCH better after my little freak out yesterday. I am now in an organizational fit (a continuation of last week where I cleaned out closets and the fridge and such). I just want everything back in its place. I am heading into SF around 4 so I have all freaking day to play around here!
