So I kind of fibbed when I said that I watched How to Get the Guy on Monday. It was on but I didn't really watch it. Last night while waiting for Janice Dickinson to come on, I decided to actually watch the episode since I had saved it on DVR. My fave line? "A first date without a kiss is just an appointment." I think I might actually watch the show in the future if I can come away with gems like that.
I did play with the phone some more too. I was able to load approximately 50 songs on it. I also decided to subscribe to the "Name That Tune" game because you can win ringtones. Let me tell you I totally rock the 80s category.
The foot is getting better. I refuse to believe that it is plantar fasciitis as Jade does. That would mean several months of non-cute shoes. I am sorry but I have been dreaming about my sandal collection for months.
Now I have to get back to shopping. Heather was kind enough to share that Kate Spade is having a sample sale. I just have to decide which bag I really need.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
The official start of the birthday season
I have never relied on other people to give me what I truly want. Every year for Christmas and my birthday, I buy myself a gift. This year's birthday gift showed up yesterday. And let me tell you, I am completely excited.
Isn't it cute? I went with the dark blue cover over the orange. (It comes with both.) And I have had way too much fun playing with it. At this point I could care less about the rest of the gifts I will receive.
It's a good thing the phone showed up too. I ended up messing up my left foot while at work yesterday. Don't ask me what I did because I have no clue. I am always finding mystery cuts and bruises and have no clue as to what I did to cause them usually. Yes, I have always been a klutz. At least I no longer walk into walls. Really. I used to walk into walls. All I know is about halfway through the day my foot started to hurt. Then there was the realization that I couldn't put much weight on it. Since I walk to the bar, my injury put an end to my idea of going out. Instead I took some ibuprofen, wrapped my foot, and put it up on a pillow while watching reality TV. Oh yeah. And I played with the phone too.
I ended up watching Hell's Kitchen and How to Get the Guy. I know that I will be watching Hell's Kitchen all the way through but I'm not sure about the second. Mostly it was curiousity there because it's about dating and it was filmed in San Francisco. Obviously a topic with which I could relate.
Well, enough of this. I have to play with the new phone some more.
Isn't it cute? I went with the dark blue cover over the orange. (It comes with both.) And I have had way too much fun playing with it. At this point I could care less about the rest of the gifts I will receive.
It's a good thing the phone showed up too. I ended up messing up my left foot while at work yesterday. Don't ask me what I did because I have no clue. I am always finding mystery cuts and bruises and have no clue as to what I did to cause them usually. Yes, I have always been a klutz. At least I no longer walk into walls. Really. I used to walk into walls. All I know is about halfway through the day my foot started to hurt. Then there was the realization that I couldn't put much weight on it. Since I walk to the bar, my injury put an end to my idea of going out. Instead I took some ibuprofen, wrapped my foot, and put it up on a pillow while watching reality TV. Oh yeah. And I played with the phone too.
I ended up watching Hell's Kitchen and How to Get the Guy. I know that I will be watching Hell's Kitchen all the way through but I'm not sure about the second. Mostly it was curiousity there because it's about dating and it was filmed in San Francisco. Obviously a topic with which I could relate.
Well, enough of this. I have to play with the new phone some more.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Listening to music can be hazardous to your health
Sunday night I sat around recounting my weekend in my mind. Then I looked down and noticed a huge bleeding scratch acrss the back of my left hand. (This was around the same time that I noticed that my right thigh was bleeding.) I was ready to blame the cats for my first injury. (Not the second because I knew exactly when that happened.) Then after about a half hour or so the headphones slipped off my head and I reached to catch them. The rail from the keyboard tray caught me in almost the same spot on my left hand. That's when I knew the cats were innocent. I also was reminded about my true song. In my heart I always want to go with the romantic stuff but I know it's a lie. At worst I always wish it to be this.
I swear that Friday was one of the slowest days ever. By 2:30 I was ready to go home but my conscience overruled me. Not like anyone would have noticed. And I had important things to do -- like dying my hair. (My hair is my one vanity. I will probably never get botox or any surgery but deny me my Clairol? That is just too painful a thought.) Oh and there was some daytime TV calling my name as well because I was not really in the mood to knit nor was I really into my latest reading material. Fortunately the book started to pick up over the weekend.
Saturday was a butt-numbing day. Those women can be so mean. I mean one bathroom breaks in six hours? Just cruel I tell you. It wouldn't be so bad if the chairs were more comfortable. Fortunately my back did not hurt as much as usual. I always feel that cute hair always deserves a night out on the town no matter how tired you might feel. Knowing that neither my bartender nor my bar friend would be present did not help with my laziness. *sigh* Only four more weeks to go. So Saturday I ended up staying in.
Sunday I ws suppose to go to visit my aunt. This was per my dad's request -- because he and his wife are too busy jetting all over the country to visit her. Oops. There I go on that rant again. OK. Just one last jab. My mother said last week that my stepmother is not interested in anything that is not about her. Pretty true. Now, where was I? Oh yeah. Aunt. She had her second round of chemo last week. This one kind of knocked her on her butt. I was going to take her a care package but I just couldn't find the energy what with the dismal weather. Besides this was the bitch who talked about me like a dog a few years ago. This weekend I was not really feeling like being the bigger person.
It's a good thing that I rested up. I got a call from my bar friend, Cindy. Her ride home from the airport had flaked as well. The thing is that she was flying on a buddy pass so that meant she was low priority standby. She finally got in around 11 and was highly greatful. She was also very hungry. There are very few drive-throughs open at 11:30 so we went to Jack in the Crack. It's fun torturing the cats with fastfood. Oh, and tonight I have to head out with Cindy so that she can thank me for the ride. Can't you see her twisting my arm?
I swear that Friday was one of the slowest days ever. By 2:30 I was ready to go home but my conscience overruled me. Not like anyone would have noticed. And I had important things to do -- like dying my hair. (My hair is my one vanity. I will probably never get botox or any surgery but deny me my Clairol? That is just too painful a thought.) Oh and there was some daytime TV calling my name as well because I was not really in the mood to knit nor was I really into my latest reading material. Fortunately the book started to pick up over the weekend.
Saturday was a butt-numbing day. Those women can be so mean. I mean one bathroom breaks in six hours? Just cruel I tell you. It wouldn't be so bad if the chairs were more comfortable. Fortunately my back did not hurt as much as usual. I always feel that cute hair always deserves a night out on the town no matter how tired you might feel. Knowing that neither my bartender nor my bar friend would be present did not help with my laziness. *sigh* Only four more weeks to go. So Saturday I ended up staying in.
Sunday I ws suppose to go to visit my aunt. This was per my dad's request -- because he and his wife are too busy jetting all over the country to visit her. Oops. There I go on that rant again. OK. Just one last jab. My mother said last week that my stepmother is not interested in anything that is not about her. Pretty true. Now, where was I? Oh yeah. Aunt. She had her second round of chemo last week. This one kind of knocked her on her butt. I was going to take her a care package but I just couldn't find the energy what with the dismal weather. Besides this was the bitch who talked about me like a dog a few years ago. This weekend I was not really feeling like being the bigger person.
It's a good thing that I rested up. I got a call from my bar friend, Cindy. Her ride home from the airport had flaked as well. The thing is that she was flying on a buddy pass so that meant she was low priority standby. She finally got in around 11 and was highly greatful. She was also very hungry. There are very few drive-throughs open at 11:30 so we went to Jack in the Crack. It's fun torturing the cats with fastfood. Oh, and tonight I have to head out with Cindy so that she can thank me for the ride. Can't you see her twisting my arm?
Saturday, June 10, 2006
Just in time for summer
Now I have to admit that I wanted to check off several things for question 4 but I was finally able to narrow it down to one answer.
And where was this quiz when I was busy dating obsessive dorky guys? Could have saved me a whole lot of pain.
| Your Toes Should Be White |
 A little funky and a little fresh, you're constantly evolving your flirting style. Your ideal guy: A witty brainiac with hottie potential Stay away from: Overly dorky guys who become obsessed with you |
And where was this quiz when I was busy dating obsessive dorky guys? Could have saved me a whole lot of pain.
Friday, June 9, 2006
The good, the bad and the clueless
I liked Bet Me so much that I decided to try another book by the same author. On Monday I went to return Bet Me and a couple of other books to the library. While there, I picked up Crazy for You. It features the epitome of the clueless male. This guy makes most of the guys I have ever met seem pretty aware. Part of the fun in reading the book this week has been in thinking to myself every now and then, "Is this guy ever going to catch a clue?" Ah. It's good to get a reminder that life could be worse.
This weekend was supposed to be a girls' night out but Emerald has other things to do -- like shopping for a new car. Actually the whole thing was Jade's idea. Now it looks like it will be just me. Somehow Jade cannot go out if it is just the two of us.
I suddenly had an epiphany. I have spent years trying to figure out that whole dynamic. Jade has always been the more verbal of our group but now she's gained all the weight from having the kids. When we were in college, we were about the same size and I lived in her shadow because she had a bigger personality than I do. Emerald and I have discussed this. Emerald feels that she lives in my shadow and has never thought that she is beautiful. About ten years ago I told her that she wa being ridiculous. Her skin tone is flawless. It makes me jealous. She was just brainwashed by folks in L.A. that being darker complected is a bad thing. (Excuse me if I seem to have problems typing. I am listening to Jill Scott at the same time so I periocically lose my train of thought. Emerald's fave Jill Scott line is, "Do you want some money, baby? How 'bout some chicken wings? Do you want some fish and grits? Hurry and come get it." She swears she's going to use it at work some time.) So Emerald may be darker than I am but she has flawless skin. And she has a husband who loves her unconditionally. I know this for a fact because before they were married and were just living together, I spent a lot of time sleeping on their couch. Emerald would go to sleep and her now-husband and I would stay up chatting and drinking. His worst fear in life is that she would leave him. So he is not amongst the clueless. Well, except for that one time he was trying to cheer me up. He thought that it would cheer me to hear that he thought that I was cool and that if he wasn't with his wife, he would be trying to hook up with me. Needless to say our relationship has been rather strained since that conversation.
So in the meantime I am waiting around for the delivery of my new cellphone. Oh yeah. And I'm getting my hair done tomorrow. Like what Jen would remember because over the past few months its been shorter than that. I am all about the OPH.
And on that note, I am going back to my Jill Scott and dream about a guy who would make me sing those words. However, most of the time I am left feeling like this. (And if you have never heard the song, you should check it out. I love how the musical style changes right before the third verse.) OK. That's not reality. The reality is that most of the time I feel this or this. OK. So it's mostly the last one. Or maybe it's this.
This weekend was supposed to be a girls' night out but Emerald has other things to do -- like shopping for a new car. Actually the whole thing was Jade's idea. Now it looks like it will be just me. Somehow Jade cannot go out if it is just the two of us.
I suddenly had an epiphany. I have spent years trying to figure out that whole dynamic. Jade has always been the more verbal of our group but now she's gained all the weight from having the kids. When we were in college, we were about the same size and I lived in her shadow because she had a bigger personality than I do. Emerald and I have discussed this. Emerald feels that she lives in my shadow and has never thought that she is beautiful. About ten years ago I told her that she wa being ridiculous. Her skin tone is flawless. It makes me jealous. She was just brainwashed by folks in L.A. that being darker complected is a bad thing. (Excuse me if I seem to have problems typing. I am listening to Jill Scott at the same time so I periocically lose my train of thought. Emerald's fave Jill Scott line is, "Do you want some money, baby? How 'bout some chicken wings? Do you want some fish and grits? Hurry and come get it." She swears she's going to use it at work some time.) So Emerald may be darker than I am but she has flawless skin. And she has a husband who loves her unconditionally. I know this for a fact because before they were married and were just living together, I spent a lot of time sleeping on their couch. Emerald would go to sleep and her now-husband and I would stay up chatting and drinking. His worst fear in life is that she would leave him. So he is not amongst the clueless. Well, except for that one time he was trying to cheer me up. He thought that it would cheer me to hear that he thought that I was cool and that if he wasn't with his wife, he would be trying to hook up with me. Needless to say our relationship has been rather strained since that conversation.
So in the meantime I am waiting around for the delivery of my new cellphone. Oh yeah. And I'm getting my hair done tomorrow. Like what Jen would remember because over the past few months its been shorter than that. I am all about the OPH.
And on that note, I am going back to my Jill Scott and dream about a guy who would make me sing those words. However, most of the time I am left feeling like this. (And if you have never heard the song, you should check it out. I love how the musical style changes right before the third verse.) OK. That's not reality. The reality is that most of the time I feel this or this. OK. So it's mostly the last one. Or maybe it's this.
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