Filed under: dating
Email #1 from him
I like what you wrote about yourself. You have a funny way of outting things. Stright forward and honest. A sense of simplicity in what you desire.
I’d like to talk to you OTP. RU Up for that ?
Email #1 from me. Maybe a bit drunk.
Dude. Did you write that from your phone? Took me 12 minutes to figure out what the fuck OTP meant….
Email #2 from him
Now that is funny! You are a kick….or ..er you are !? No. Not written on the QWERTY
How are you and what are you up to?
Email #3 from him (1 am ish)
btw (by the way) … smile
Email #3 from him (8 am this morning)
this is too slow let me know if you want to talk OTP …. (on the phone)
Then he closed me out. So freaking funny.
Not much to report.
The friend without cancer is getting her new boobs today. Pretty exciting. The expanders they put is were very uncomfortable for her. At a party on Friday, I reached over to grab her boob and it was hard as a rock! I mean like a freaking….basketball (not even a softball which is almost soft on the outside). I was shocked! She said it was actually the muscle and the expander would end up soft (ish) after the muscle stretched. AACK!
So new boobs are a good thing!
Other than that….plugging along. I think I may not work today and run errands instead.
I MIGHT have found the duvet. And I would link it…but the ones on the site do not really show the color. I am wandering around Bed Bath and Beyond yesterday and I stumble across a blue/teal/orange paisley duvet. Just about the EXACT thing I was looking for. I mean I would like it if it as more teal, but I think it could work with the right sheets and coverlet.
I now have 2 duvets (new) here at the house, 2 duvets on order, one pillowcase to see if the sheet color goes with anything and one sheet set on order.
GEEZ! I intend to make a decision once everything arrives and be able to move forward.
Filed under: Uncategorized
So…after speaking to my “go to” guy at work about the weekend debacle I sent an email. I said I was disappointed and had been enjoying blah blah blah….
Now, with a little more time and perspective and 20/20 vision I know there was no mistake. He played the bullshit card because something better came along.
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And I am considering joining a convent. Wanna know why?
Here is what is out there….actual quotes from eh#rm^ny.
“I’m passionate bout being a good helping person in life…”
“I try to work hard and only do things for reasons..” WTF does that even mean?
Occupation: employee
Filed under: Being Mere
I am done pouting. But I pouted aplenty yesterday. Then I ate a billion calories of coconut oil popped corn. Awesome.
If the worst thing to happen to me is that I am single forever, I should probably count myself lucky, right? It will not kill me (except that eating alone leads to cancer or something – new research). It will make me a spinster and people will always wonder if I am gay….but again….it will not KILL me.
Since I thought I was entertaining yesterday I got some stuff done. The good things about being stood up?
-My house is clean. All except that pesky laundry that somehow multiplies (I can get it clean, I just find it hard to find time to get it folded). I ran through the house “staging” yesterday. The house shows me – eclectic. Books on Dante and Edward Norton movies. Family art and posters. Milk glass and random trinkets. Leather couches and soft furry pillows.
-I bought flowers. There is a delightful splash of purple in the center of the dining room table. I also took a single camellia bloom (light pink with dark pink spatters) and floated it in water is a pedestal dish…it makes me happy.
-The fridge is clean.
-My cats love me. (it gets real pathetic when you have to go there, huh?)
-I will pretty much never need to shave my legs again.
-Hell, I even straightened up the garage. A messy garage drives me insane and it is something I have meant to do….I did not have a chance to get it actually organized, but at least it looks a little better.
-After 6 months I finally changed the light bulb on the front porch. Now the pizza guy does not have to deliver in the dark.
-I even took the dead leaves off f the house plants.
-And? AND????!!! Since I had time, I ran into SF to get to Britex to look at fabrics and found nothing. I MIGHT have a plan for bedding so I can finish working on decorating.
And what is on the agenda? Work today, potentially lots of it. And then PMS.
Alternative Titles: This Is Where You Realize There Are NO Decent Single Men Out There. Or – Ways To Get Kicked In the Gut Via Text. Or – Fuck. I Hate My Life.
The curse words running through my head right now are ASTOUNDING.
Example 1: Feb 17 9:00/9:30 am
99: I think its hot that you know Digital Underground lyrics. When do I get to see you again?
Me: You’re funny. I am around this week. YOU are the hard one to nail down. Have a good day!
Example 2: Feb 18 9:00 am
99: Happy Wednesday 
Me: You too. What is the traditional gift for a wednesday? Pack of gum? Sounds like a good wednesday gift. I owe you a pack of gum.>:-)
99: Hmm, I thought the traditional gift was sexual favors…
Me: Wow…delusional, aren’t you? (she says as multiple comebacks that are less ladylike run through her head)
99: I would prefer the less lady like comeback
Me: tough shit.
Me: W will enjoy them though….guess you have to be in the inner circle for me to tell you.
99: W will enjoy sexual favors or hearing about them??
Me: Ha! She would prob take either! Our gay wedding is planned for 2014 just so we can register. It will be an open marriage since we really aren’t into each oth
99: Way hot. When are you coming to visit?
Me: I don’t know…have not been invited.
99: What are your plans this weekend?
Me: Um….i do not think anything major . Vacaville on friday day and work on sun afternoon.
99: Lets plan something for sat then. Maybe i will come your way
Me: Sounds like a plan. 
Today: 11:50 am
Me: Are we still thinking of doing something tonight?
99: We made other plans when we didn’t hear from you,.@sorry
Me: Well that is too bad. I was thinking if you had played nice tonight I would drag you to the warriors game next week. Clients gave me tix.
Me: I guess I did not realize more of an answer was needed than ’sounds like a plan’. Have fun tonight!
Dear god, someone tell me where I am reading this wrong. How is this *my* fault?
So pissed. My stomach hurts. I hate to be in that place where I no longer care. Where I do not want to expect anything from anyone because what is the freaking point. Ugh. More proof I will be single forever. I am never worth the trouble, am I?
I have ONE thing to bitch about. It might not be interesting, but it needs to be said.
Bootcamp. Today. 37 degrees. Cold. Tired.
The trainer gets this BRIGHT idea that we need to work our back. Her idea? Half unroll our mats allowing the rolled part to remain on the (wet, cold, frosty) bench of a metal picnic table. Lay face down with groin area on rolled mat, feet under table, trying to find room, as another person is on the other bench and lodge self on to/under/in between table. Do 30…I do not even know what they are called….lifts? Stick face in wet grass and then lift until body is flat-ish.
Somehow pulled a hamstring. Pretty sure I bruised my other thigh as I was stuck within the table/bench at some point, just wishing to die.
Just saying…..trying to get back into my little routine. I know my routine makes me sound insane..and is not conducive to easy, breezy single living…or quick and noncommittal last minute dates…but it is MY routine and I am happy when I stick to it.
Filed under: Being Mere
I am sorry to not post. I think I need a break. And I HATE when people say that. But I am even boring MYSELF. I come here…I start…I yawn…I decide it all makes me sound too pathetic and moronic and I save as a draft and move on.
Now Facebook…THAT is something I can donate some time to! But even that is all wishful thinking and bullshit.
The truth is….I have become someone I do not like very much right now. Someone who is home waiting by the phone a little too much….someone who stays up late to be available for the calls that do not come and then misses my workouts….someone who is not working half as hard as they should (bad market, self employed…duh!)…someone with little drive and get up and go.
And last night I gave myself a little pep talk. THIS is bullshit. I know that. And to has to stop now.
Says the girl who is taking tomorrow off…to shop with money she does not have. Says the girl who will not make plans Saturday because she wants to have the whole day to prep and consult voodoo spells before the second date with the doctahh….IF that will even happen.
UGH! So. It stops. Sunday morning. For sure. Back to work. Back to chasing deals. Back to getting MY life on track and fuck the rest of it. Right?
I hope to have interesting (ha!) things to talk about next week.
Filed under: Illness
The blow by blow.
It was sooo busy and cramped the in the office I was pretty sure it was going to take a long while to get anything done.
I had been smart and called last week about what I owed them, so I only had to sign some forms and make faces at a baby and they called my name. From there it all went very quickly.
I got changed into a gown, got to put on their socks and keep my bra on and wrapped a blanky around my middle to avoid flashing anyone.
Blood Pressure 110/62 = awesome. Also = not freaking out at all.
They put in an IV if saline and I read a magazine and eavesdropped on the medical issues of the gal in the next area.
The doc came in and asked some questions. He asked if I wanted to be awake and watch (no thank you) and I asked for a picture instead.
Then….hot flash. Sweaty, thought I may throw up, was trying to figure out if I could get the lid off of their garbage quick enough. And the sweating! Holy shit I was covered.
When the cute (married) tech guy came back I questioned him and he said it was in my head….not that he was blowing it off, he just said there was nothing wrong. I don’t know that it was psychosomatic but for a few minutes there I was one unhappy camper.
They took me to another room, rolled on my left, put some other drugs in the IV, I said I was dizzy and then I do not remember anything else.
Waking up was fine. I was woozy. Everything is sort of vague. I got myself dressed. But I think the mom put on my socks and shoes.
I was wheeled outside and got into the car where I promptly threw up the juice they gave me….4 times. The mom had a bag, so I at least was neat about it.
We got home. She helped me change. I guess I got demanding. I wanted THAT underwear to wear to bed and THAT shirt….no not that one..THAT one.
And I woke 4 hours later feeling fine. I finally ate – 45 hours after my last meal. I called the mom and she says my insides look yellow in the picture – ew. And that the doc said everything looked good. They removed or sampled one thing. I will have results in 5 days as to what it is. I have to see him in 4 weeks and I have to schedule an ultrasound for my abdomen. Yay!
The moral of the story? They should make the prep for any procedure SO BAD that you could care less what they do to you the next day. That was my head space. Just get this done so I can eat, please!
Filed under: Illness
Who am I to have a secret? I mean I have NO secrets, right? WE have no secrets, right?
Today….drum roll….I am having a colonoscopy. EEEK!
When they first told me I was nervous about the procedure. Now, I know how terrible the prep is (so bad) and cannot even think about the procedure. I just want food! And to stop drinking ICKY stuff.
They say to drink 64 ounces in 2 hours. It took me 7+ and I only choked 3/4 of it down. This is AFTER I made the mom go out into the pouring rain for crystal light with which to mask the “salty” taste. She is a good mom.
Last night, I had only lost .4 of a pound after cleaning myself out. Today? After the drink has flushed out, too? 4 pounds. So…now we know exactly how much crap I am full of. Yay!
I have been having minor issues and coupled with some discomfort in my abdomen, family history of diverticulitis (dad, brother) and the fact that my grandfather died of colon cancer means I am going to have my inner most areas explored. Wheee! I would have had to do it by 40 anyway, so why not at 35?
I know they will find nothing. I know I am over reacting. But it does make me feel better to check. The chances of it being serious (cancer) are so slim. AND colon cancer is a slow growing cancer, so again….low chances of this being a real issue.
My real fear is they will find divertiulitis issues and I will have to swear off popcorn. I may die if I cannot have popcorn.
And if I have to pay $1400 to be told no more popcorn I am going to be one bitter girl.
I hope to have pictures for you!
