Monday, June 28, 2010

June, you just have to love her...

June 1, I received a $22,000 pay decrease. The month just went downhill from there.

The weekend of June 6, my car was stolen from my driveway. It had a ton of stuff in it and it is such a pain to go through all this insurance crap. I sure was thankful for my Daddy when he was here, but I guess it's time to be a big girl now. The police called me around 2:30 a.m. and asked if I knew where my car was, after about three minutes of making the officer repeat who he was and why he was calling me, over and over. I finally wake up and ask the officer to completely start over. He keeps asking me if anyone else is here with me, I guess he didn't want to talk to the silly girl, just put your husband or Daddy on if they are there, I found out later *and so will you* what he meant by this repeated question. I told him several times that I was alone and no one was with me. He asked me if I had been at a club on the West end of the city. This is a mainly country based bar, from what I've heard. I then told him that I was probably the only 30-something single girl in the city who didn't even know where this place was and had never been. He told me he was taking it to a local wrecker service. I told him no, I wanted it to go to a specific body shop that I have frequented with my 14 cars, yes, you read that right. He said no, he was taking it to the wrecker. I tried to explain to him that I did not want to have to pay for it to be towed to the body shop. At this point, he's really annoyed with me and he says, "Ma'am, it is burnt, it is a total loss. There is no reason to take it to a body shop." Here, I'm beginning to realize what's going on and I ask him if the stuff in the trunk is salvageable. He said, again, "I really don't think you're getting it." The car is a complete loss. He finally has had enough with me and said that someone was going to call me in about 20 minutes to take the report. The time goes by, and it comes up on 30 minutes, 45, then an hour. I thought that maybe I misunderstood him and called 911 since I couldn't remember the non-emergency number. I had tried everyone I knew at the Sheriff's office, but none of them were at work. When I got 911 on the phone, I began to explain what was going on and the doorbell rings. At this point, I tell 911 that they sent officers instead of calling and was about to hang up. He goes NUTS! He tells me to not hang up until I confirm that it was indeed the Sheriff's deputy at the door. So, I get up, it's about 4 a.m. at this point. As I'm trying to put on clothes over my pajamas, I dropped the phone and stubbed my toe. I yelled ouch!! When this happens, the 911 guy was going ma'am, ma'am, are you OK?! Ma'am, can you hear me?! I picked up the phone and said I was fine, just stubbed my toe while putting on clothes. I finally went to the door and the two officers came in and asked if they could search the place, they were afraid someone was holding me hostage by the way I acted on the phone and when I opened the door. After confirming that I was indeed alone, they told me what was going on and gave me a number to call to do the report. Today, June 29, I signed the paperwork for the insurance claim on the car, the contents have to go against my homeowners insurance, so it'll be another week or so before I get that one finished!

The weekend of June 19, my Blackberry got mad at me and when I picked him up to make a call, it said SOS across the screen. No, I'm not joking. It happened on Friday night and I went to the Verizon store Saturday morning to get him revived. The Verizon man said, umm, it's going to be a while, so if you need to do anything, it'll take about an hour. So, off I go, I went downtown to pick up a few things, stopped by and got my birthday cake from Magpies and back to Verizon. I get back around 11 a.m. and they say...sorry, it's completely dead. We're going to have to ship you one and it will be Tuesday before it will be delivered. I'm a bit bummed and they have no loaners. I said no problem, I just needed to use one of their phones to call my friend who was picking me up in approximately 15 minutes from my house. I go to my contacts on the old BB and it's empty. So, at this point, I'm like, where are my contacts? To which he responded, "they're on there." I said, really? Are they hiding? To which the Verizon guy said no, I put them back on there and then erased them off the backup I put them on when I tried to reset it. To which my reply was, "so you have a backup phone just laying around in case you have to hold contacts for something, but you don't have a loaner phone for someone who has been a loyal customer since 1996 and still has the same phone number?! He just said that sounded about right, but he sure was glad I had been with them for so long. Back to the missing contacts. Do we need to get The Clue Club out here to sniff them out? Where's the Mystery Machine and all their hijinks when you need them? Well, they were gone. When I say gone, if you don't have the same number that you had when I used to have to use a land line and actually KNOW your phone number, I have no idea what it is. In some instances, I couldn't even tell you what your area code is, but I digress. I'm freaking out, Jen is supposed to pick me up for my birthday pedicure in approximately three minutes at this point. So, I'm logging onto their Netbook and tried to pull up my Skype account, Gmail or anything I could think of to send a frantic message to Jen's husband, her e-mail or a Skype message to Jen, Chris or Pam (someone else going with us.) I didn't get any of them! While I'm freaking out at this point sending all these messages on this stupid Netbook *where's an Apple when you need one?!* The Verizon guy comes over to me and said that they got the service turned back on, but they're not really sure what is wrong with the phone so they'll still send me one. I finally get home around 12:15, which is 30 minutes after Jen was supposed to pick me up. Chris sends me a text message as I'm walking in the house and he's like where are you?! Jen's worried she can't find you. So I tell him the condensed version and she had left her phone at home too. He gets me Pam's number and we all meet up for lunch then our monthly spa date.

This past weekend, June 26, I had a missed call on my Blackberry. I still haven't gotten all my contacts back into the thing, so when I had dinner with a friend on Friday night and missed a call, I assumed it was someone I had plans with on Saturday since I was pretty sure her number started with a three and so did this one. I called her back, surprise, it wasn't her! But, it was someone that I hadn't seen in probably 15 years (or more) and was a bit taken aback by this. So, we talked for an hour or so and caught up about things that had happened in the last two decades. Who we still talked to and pretty much an hour of small talk. So, he was playful, chatty and flirty. I wasn't really sure what to make of it, so I thought, he's probably drunk and bored. So, I indulged him. He said we should go out when he came home from his vacation. I said to give me a call and we'd see what happens. I went out with my friend on Saturday, we had dinner and saw a movie. He sent me a few text messages and called me that night. We talked for a bit and he had something to do, so he asked if he could call me a bit later. I said sure, call me, I'll be around. He didn't call, but I didn't lose any sleep over it. I took a shower and went to bed early, it was a great night, if you ask me! So, me being the sarcastic, FANtatic girl I am, I sent him some playful messages pretending to be terribly upset about him not calling me. I assumed he'd get the sarcasm, but it is hard to read emotions in a text. I get a message back that's kind of snarky and it just said "hate it for you." I assumed he realized I was being sarcastic, but didn't really have anything else to say at the moment. Well, I began to be bombarded with messaged from this guy. He's like I don't really care what you're doing and you need to stop texting. Me?! I'm thinking, are you serious? As I'm about to text back to ask what his problem was, the truth comes across, it's some girl claiming to be his girlfriend and she continues to ream me and telling me to back off. I was half laughing because I'm not sure how old this girl is, but she spells like a fifth grader! She's telling me about how they have been together for more than a year and her kids really like him and on and on and on. At this point, I interrupt her and let her know that I was told a completely different story, but that it really was a moot point since I have not seen him in at least a decade (or more) and that I have only talked to him maybe three times since Friday. The funny thing is that he told me he was single, his facebook profile claims that he's single and looking for a relationship with a woman. Maybe she's some sort of stalker and he doesn't know he's in a relationship. Either way, it really annoyed me.

So, how's your June been? Talk to me soon!!

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Little Princess Cupcake

There once was a Princess named Cupcake. She lived in a beautiful condo with lots of nice toys. She would laugh and play and have fun every day. She had loads of pretty shoes and purses and more friends than she ever had time to play with. One beautiful day, Princess Cupcake fell in love with a boy. Things were going great, they would go out and have fun, shop, play games and see movies. But, it seemed like Princess Cupcake put way more into this relationship than Prince Harry did. Could it be that the lovely Princess loved the Prince more than he loved her? How is this possible? She is FANtastic and everyone loves her. She's pretty cute and has the best personality of all the little Princesses in the land. But, one day, she realized that Prince Harry was not the one for her. This made her a little bit sad, but with this revelation, she had an epiphany.

John Lennon said that all we need is love. Princess Cupcake thinks that all she needs is herself. She got tired of trying to figure out all the Prince's in the land.

Friday, June 18, 2010

Things to be miserable about?

Today, I was in a store and there were a few things in there that I thought were cute. They were a few things to stow here and there through the house. Just what I need, right? If you've been to my house, the answer is no. Although, I could use a few things to hang on the walls. They are a bit bare.

One thing I did find that I thought was interesting was a book (of course) that I had never heard of or seen. It was called 11,002 things to be miserable about. I thought to myself, surely this isn't really what this is about. So, I opened it up and glanced at a few pages. The first thing I saw listed was "men who beat women." The next thing on the page was "women who stay with men who beat them regularly." There is not any pre-text or explanation. Just a list of all these things that make the two authors miserable. It's just a paperback and if you look at the book pages all closed together, they make a sad face. It's kind of depressing.

One thing I thought funny to be listed was tripe. Have they ever even tried tripe? It is supposed to be an amazing delicacy in some parts of the world. It just makes me wonder if these people actually went and witnessed or experienced these things. Did they take a survey of a sample population? If so, where did they get this test group? Did they actually do this statistically or is this truly a work of what they assume they would be miserable if they had to partake.

Me, I have a few things to be miserable about right now. One, I really don't want to talk about, but if the person involved is reading this, he knows what I'm talking about! The second is the big old mess with my car and it's contents. I have the car portion solved, but not the contents. That's where it's getting a bit tricky. I know I really shouldn't be miserable about anything. There is nothing I am able to do about either of these events in my life, so I just have to turn it over and hope that whatever comes out of it is going to make me a better person.

I have seen several people post some version of this quote on their status. Basically it says that I shouldn't make someone a priority when they don't even make me a consideration. This is most definitely paraphrased, but I really need to get that through my thick skull! Maybe one day, I will be able to get all this behind me and move on. I guess I'm just having one of those weeks where I feel like Sally. I just have one question. Where's my Harry?

Talk to me soon...

Saturday, May 22, 2010

What I learned yesterday

Yesterday, I took a bit of a road trip. I went to Huntersville, North Carolina to go to a book signing. It was about three and a half hours, but totally worth it. I got to meet Jen Lancaster! She is completely amazing and it was such a great honor to meet her. She is totally just like I imagine her with reading her books. I learned a bit about myself with the seven or so hours in the car. I'm sure you are on the edge of your seat, so here goes.

1. Jen Lancaster and I would totally be besties if we lived in the same city. It's almost as if we have the same personality. Now, I realize this could be analyzed in one of two ways. First, I have such a high opinion of myself that I think I'm as witty and amazing as Jen. On the other side, I could think that she was only as funny and awesome as I am. So, I think we're just going to meet in the middle on this and say that we're both pretty stinking funny and we're both FANtastic. Yes, with a capital FAN!

2. I have a lot of hot air.I kept having to put on the defrost for the windshield and at one point, even for the back window! It was a bit embarrassing. At least if someone else was in the car, I could blame it only half on myself, even if it really was all me!

3. There are lots of lost treasures on my iPod. With all that time on my hands, I just hit shuffle and let it ride. I found a ton of stuff on there that I had forgotten about. Beverley Mitchell, The Flaming Lips, Infinities End, Tyler Hilton. Man, I have such a variety of music on there, that there is something for every mood and moment.

4. I don't know nearly enough about the Bravo Housewives. Apparently if someone asks you if you're on Team Bethenny or Team Jill, you need to have a good, valid response to this. As well as supporting arguments to back up your reasoning. Apparently I would also need to know which city these people are supposed to be involved with.

I'm sure there were many more profound proclamations that I made about myself and my habits while on my little trip. But, that is all I can recall. It's not like I was able to take notes while I was driving! I'm sure there will be more revelations to make in the future, but I'm sure this was enough for now!

Talk to me soon...

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

H is out the door

Well, I talked with H today and ended things. I've been investing way too much into this There's only so much a girl can put up with and keep her dignity. I think I am desperately in need of a spa weekend. Anyone want to meet me in Arizona for the weekend? Nothing like the desert to rejuvenate me and get me back on the proverbial market.

Any suggestions? Feel free to send goodies you think will cheer me up and make me forget about him. Actually, I'm giving him way too much attention with this. I didn't get too emotionally involved, so I guess I should just forget about it all.

I learned a long time ago that I shouldn't ever have to depend on someone else to support me or to give me anything that I may need in life. Thanks to the one guy who taught me that lesson, I think that he may have just ruined me for any future relationships I will have. You know who you are, I won't name names.

I guess it true...No one puts Baby in the corner.

Talk to me soon!

Thursday, April 15, 2010

How much is a girl supposed to put up with?

The million dollar question is how much should I put up with. Boys can be quite silly at times and not realize what is standing right in front of them until it is too late. Yes, I think I'm fabulous, but I guess not everyone does. Am I beating a dead horse?

So, I've been seeing someone. We'll call him H. It seems as though I'm putting way more into this relationship than he is and I'm wondering, at this point in my life, do I want to put up with that? I guess I have to figure that out for myself. I need to go do some analyzing.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

small life crisis?

Who decided when we were in what stage in life? Most people go through their mid-life crisis in their late 40's or early 50's, right? Well, if that is mid-life, what are your 30's?