Filed under: Being Mere
I am so freaking tired.
I went to the doctor yesterday to make sure I am not dying. I still have a bit of laryngitis, and now there is an ache under my ears that is only relieved when I place my really cold hands there. She said I was not dying, prescribed no drugs and told me to go home and go to bed and drink lots of fluids.
So I did. Minus the fluids – I opted for peanut butter toast. I crawled into bed at 4 pm, asleep at 8. At 630 when my alarm went off, I did get up – to shower, eat more toast and crawl back into bed, which is where I still find myself an hour and a half later.
My house is a freaking wreck – and I really can’t care. Even with a house guest this weekend. I have no energy to sweep up the cat food those little fuckers spread in a 4 foot radius around their bowl. My mail has not been picked up in a week – the postman will be pissed and has no qualms about cramming things into the box until stuffed. Laundry is half done, some in a pile on my bed waiting to be folded, more in the dryer, waiting for it’s trip upstairs.
I am too tired to deal with any of it.
Filed under: Being Mere
Haters.
Contrary to popular belief I was NOT checking out my own hair in my last post.
He is tall. And I was staring at his biceps, which is not like me. But I think I was afraid to look him in the eye too much. He may have been able to read my mind.
He is really funny. And has glasses -so hot.
Smart. Driven. Self confidently self deprecating.
The next question – Is he single? I am not sure. But I am patient.
I am seeing him at noon. It is not a date. But I can hopefully answer the single question.
Filed under: Being Mere
Came home late last night after a 13 hour workday. As I go to my bathroom to wash my face, I hear what I think is running water. I can not figure out where it is – the toilet? no. The sink? no. The shower? Well that is where it is loudest, but I cannot figure it out.
I decide it must be rainwater from the new gutters on the house.
This morning, no rain, same noise – only louder.
I run outside, I look at the outside of the building, I go to the garage and put my ear to the wall. I listen all over this damn house and cannot figure it out.
I call the water company and she walks me through where to find my water meter. So there I am, muddy hands, Ann Taylor covered knees on wet cement trying to see if there is a leak in the wall that I cannot see, but can hear .
The meter is not moving.
Back in the shower, 4 inch heels on, ear to the wall to figure out where the noise is coming from.
I have to leave. Which I do not want to do if there is water leaking in my house.
I come home 3 hours later – same. freaking. noise.
Now I am looking for something mechanical that might be moving. Nothing in the bathroom is plugged in. It is starting to sound sort of cricket like – and I am questioning my sanity – so I bang the tub to see if the noise will make it stop. It doesn’t.
I am about to lose my mind when I look at all the bottles in the shower (26 at last count). Could one of them be making the noise?
And then I find it. A can of shaving cream, slowly losing its air. Motherfucker.
It is hard to be this big of a moron, I swear.
Filed under: dating
I put an ad on CL recently looking for a young pup. I am over the self important jack-asses that are my age or older. I want a smart, quick-witted pretty young thing to keep me occupied.
The firefighter answered.
The IM’s were ok. The phone call was down right dull. D said she would HATE to go on a first date with me because I am too critical and would not let things slide. She might be right, but let’s remember I am in sales – I am used to this first date getting to know you bullshit (it is exactly what I do with a new client).
I motored on and went out for drinks with him this evening.
The conversation was much better live. But I think I can out drink him.
But the BEST part was when I asked him the time:
Him: It is 8:15.
Me: Are you left handed?
Him: Uh. No.
Me: Are you just a freak who wears your watch on the same hand you write with?
Him: Have you heard of ambidextrous?
Me (thinking): Um, duh?
Me: So you write with your right hand?
Him: Yeah. And I….
Me: I DON’T WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU DO WITH YOUR LEFT HAND!!!!!
And then I laughed my ass off at my own joke. I heart me.
Filed under: Being Mere
I went downstairs a few moments ago to get a glass of water and the perfect one line post popped into my head. It was funny, it was genius. It would show my wit AND my charms.
I forgot it by the time I got back upstairs.
Figures.
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I am cold! I am colder in this wet 40 degree weather than I was in 17 degree DRY Tulsa weather. Cold. My fingers are cold, my toes are cold.
I have been asked to give a class at work next month on alternative marketing ideas for realtors. I have been busily searching for new items but I think my core 3 are still the best that give the most coverage with the least amount of work. I mean I COULD post on 60 websites IF I HAD 80 HOURS A DAY WITH WHICH TO SIT AND POST ALL FREAKING DAY. Me giving a class on anything should be interesting – esp. since my presenting partner cannot even cut and paste URL’s into an email – why is he helping?
Work is picking up and I am taking a new listing next week. The good news? He is cute AND single. Let us hope I do not get there are meet his new hot girlfriend that he is moving in with.
I went to my quarterly coffee with my lender boyfriend today. I am amazed how refreshed I feel after we get together. He boosts my spirits and makes me feel like I am on the right path. He makes me feel successful – when so often I feel the struggle.
Nothing much else to report. Plugging along.
Ok, this is funny. How much did I BITCH about how bad real estate was last year? Lots, right? Well, out of 80+ agents in the office, we are number 17 in rankings (teams are ranked tougher than individuals). We are #17? How shitty is real estate if WE are #17?
I think I need to make a goal to be #12 in 2008. Achievable.
The last 4 days have been crazy busy. Last night I got home from work at 7 pm, only to fire up the computer to finish some work (some work I STILL have to finish today). I am making no plans. I am hunkering down to catch up after being out of town for most of last week.
Today, after a busy morning and afternoon, I am back home to crank the heat and relax in my house. I am going to start on my taxes – not an easy job.
I am boring, people. The most exciting thing I did today was look at 6 condos in 1 building and go get clam chowder in a bread bowl (perfect weather for it, huh?)
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I owe Oklahoma an apology. In my fury, in my freak-out, I blamed Oklahoma for my missed flight. It was not in fact Oklahoma’s fault – it was Denver. So, dear Denver, suck it.
Denver had a small snow flurry which made my plane late coming in and since I was going to miss my connection to San Jose, the airlines would not let me get on the plane. I slept for 4 hours at a hotel and woke at 3:30 am (1:30 PST) to go back to the airport, back though security, and back onto a plane.
From there, the trip was perfect.
For the record I HAVE BEEN UP SINCE 1:30 THIS MORNING!!
And when I got home? Had to go to work. I am a bit tired.
But back to the trip- Oklahoma was very friendly. Very flat and very friendly. After arriving (having gotten up at 2:45 am – can you tell I am going to whine in this?) we caught a 5 minute nap, had an early dinner with family and climbed into 2 cars to drive to Arkansas.
I was in grandpa’s new truck. And on this 2 hour trip in the dark and rain, I sort of fell in love with driving a truck. It was long, and it was powerful….wait. What are we talking about? A truck? Hm.
Got to grandpa’s house, where we chatted for a bit and went to bed. Woke the next day to clean out his 2000 sq. ft. home that he has lived in since 1980 (he built this home and the one next door).
Grandpa left no will, no instructions as to what to do or where anything important might be. So we had to carefully go through everything in the house to make sure we did not let some sentimental trinket or valuable find go into the estate sale.
I started in the utility closet in the kitchen. Crammed upon the top shelf with lots and lots of batteries and lightbulbs and games was a box of money from all over the world. He seems to have collected a bill or coin from ever country he visited in WW2 and while in the Coast Guard. I also found a book about his heritage crammed into a shelf with tons of brown paper bags.
Grandpa was not senile – he was a widower. Left to 17 years alone in the house, his filing system was a mystery. Seeing as the man volunteered 50+ hours a week I think he put things away, and sort of forgot that he might want to put it somewhere safer.
I then went to his desk. In the center drawer I found an item that has ALWAYS stuck in my mind. At the age of 5, in kindergarten, I have a distinct memory of a sale at school where I remember purchasing a nail trimmer with a peacock on it for a Christmas gift. For whatever reason, that peacock has been in the back of my mind for almost 30 years – I had no idea who I had bought it for, but I remembered it – and I found it. In his desk. It is the only thing I took with me.
I found his typed address books with a card tucked into the front page that says my whole name – the card from my graduation announcement – kept there for 15 years.
We found things that made us laugh, and quite a few that made us cry.
The services were very nice and my father gave a touching eulogy. The pastors spoke of his devotion to my grandmother – and in truth he was devoted to us all. He was just as devoted to that church and that town. I learned what a great man he was. And that makes me sad – in some ways I knew, but I never got to celebrate that fact.
I am left with the regret of not spending more time, visiting more often, writing more letters. I am left to wonder if he knew I loved him as much as I did. I never said it very often. But neither did he. And I would swear on everything I am that he loved me. I hope he felt the same.
can suck it.
I had this great post in my head about the funeral and falling in love with driving my grandfather’s truck and how I want a truck and a dog and THEN I would be happy.
Only I am stuck in Tulsa. With clients flying into SF to meet me tomorrow and I am stuck in a shitty Raddison drinking a weak vodka tonic and crying from frustration.
