Apparently, I live in a bubble. My brother-in-law was telling me a funny story tonight about a man, his wife and his mistress. I proceeded to ask what he was talking about. He said, you know what I'm talking about. Those miners in Chile that have been stranded. I'm like, um, no, haven't heard about it. He proceeded to assure me I had since they've been down there for 38 days! I told him that this was the first I had heard about it and I had no clue that anything was going on. I told him that if it wasn't in People, I didn't know about it. And even if it was in People, I'm a few weeks behind on the weekly's and would not know about it anyway.
So, I'm going to be the first one to tell you this. Listen closely. If something big is going on in the world, please let me know. Otherwise, I'll just be worried about some other trivial problem.
I know I haven't been very vocal lately, but I'm assuming I've told you already that I got a new car. The last few days have been quite eventful with her. First, he name is Minnie, but not after the mouse. After Minnie Pearl.
So far so good, there was a bit of an incident when I had to get a grill home from Home Depot, but I've gotten over that.
Tuesday, I ended up working late and when I finally left, there were only two other cars still in the lot. I pulled out of the parking place and veered right to go towards the gate. I'm still in the parking lot of work at this point. Out of the corner of my right eye, I thought I saw a car moving, so I slammed on my breaks. From this action, I slammed myself into the steering wheel and my head into the hard plastic thing where the sunglasses go in the ceiling of the car as well as my garage door opener. The thing I saw out of the corner of my eye? My hair, blowing in the air conditioner vent.
Wednesday morning, I went to get in the car to head to work. I had to be there by 9 and was leaving around 8:15. I'm not so sure why I was leaving that early, but that really doesn't matter. I got into the car and tried to start it. Surprise! It wouldn't start. I sat there for a few minutes and tried again. Still nothing. So, I called my roadside assistance and they came running over, an hour later, to jump my battery.
The tow truck guy puts his machine on the battery and says that there is nothing wrong with the battery. He asked me for the key. I told him there wasn't a key, just one of those fobby things. He asked for that. I proceed to dig through my purse to give it to him. After lots of digging and eventually dumping it all out, I looked at him and said I guess it isn't in here. He looked at me and said that must be the problem. He left and I went to work almost an hour late.
Today, I went to lunch with three other people from work. We get back and I jump out of the car, lock it and go to shut the door. The lock pops back to unlock. I did this a few times before realizing it wasn't going to lock. I got back in the car, looked around and tried to do it again. I shut the door and tried to shut it with the push button thing on the handle. That still didn't work. I didn't want to leave it there unlocked before going back in. I got in the car and tried to see if the fobby thing had fallen out of my purse. About five minutes into figuring out the Mystery of Minnie, I realized I had not yet turned it off.
Here's hoping that Saturday doesn't bring any issues with Minnie.
Miss me? I've had a long, hard summer. It's been quite an interesting few weeks. I have spent the day going over things that have happened, could have happened or should have. But, I guess my whole life is a series of coulda, shoulda, woulda's. Isn't yours?
Today, I watched the season finale of Drop Dead Diva. If you haven't seen it yet, you might want to skip the rest of this paragraph. Grayson can't be dead, he just can't. As for Harrison, she needs to be gone. Yes, she is there to cause drama, I know that. I don't have to like it though. I really like this show, I think it's picking up momentum. If you haven't seen it, I highly recommend it.
I also did a lot of laundry today. Do you know what my favorite smell is? Snuggle. But, only the Blue Snuggle. The pink and purple are just seriously wrong. I washed everything on my bed, so my bed smells like a big bunch of Snuggle. I'm loving it!
Have you seen Kick Ass? I heard about it from No Bad Movies, an awesome movie site on here. It was on my Netflix queue before I read about it, I'm not really sure why, or how, but I moved it up the list after reading his review. This little girl curses like a sailor and kicks butt while trying to save her family. It's one that is seriously disturbing and funny at the same time. I'm still on the fence on whether or not I'm recommending it.
I have been able to catch up with a few friends this weekend and for that, I am grateful. Einstein said, "The only reason for time is so that everything doesn't happen at once." That's quite a profound statement. Imagine, if everything did happen at once. Does that mean that this world would only last one brief moment? Or, that everyone would have the same lifespan? We would be born and die at the same time as the world. I don't know which would be worse.
Well, I'm going to bring this stream of consciousness to an end. I have no way to wrap it all up in a nice bow to show you how these things all relate. They really don't, other than that they all are things that either popped into my head this weekend or actually happened. I hope you're all doing well. Talk to me soon!!
Well, it has been an interesting few weeks, to say the least. I have been blackballed by someone, I'm not really sure why, but someone I thought was a friend, has turned their back. Now, if you're my friend, chances are that I'm going to bend over backwards to do any and everything that is humanly possible to make your life easier. Maybe I'm too much to handle. I'd say that if this were a new friendship, but it's more than two decades old! Yes, I'm playing the pronoun game. I don't want to name any names, but if you are reading this, you know who you are!
Oh well, what is it they say? Out with the old, in with the new? If that's the way you feel, then good riddance. But, if you ever need me, you know I'm here. I'd never turn my back on you, and you know that. I'm here if and when you're ready.
On that note, I've also reconnected with someone that I have known for approximately the same amount of time. Things are good with him and it has been fun reminiscing. He always was fun and we used to work together. So, it is bringing back a lot of memories that I thought were lost forever! It's amazing how our brains work. It brings out a big smile on my face when something comes to light that's been hidden in the caverns of my mind.
I'm a bit sleep deprived and wondering why exactly I am still awake. I have to be up in approximately five hours to get ready for work. I'm going to be quite crabby in the morning, that I can guarantee.
So, that's what's been going on in my life the last few weeks, what's going on in yours? I have to tell you a secret. I'm dying to see "Vampire Sucks." I took a brief poll on Facebook and don't think that I will be the oldest person there. In fact, I may be among the median age group that this is actually being marketed towards.
Speaking of Marketing. I miss my old job. Public Relations, Marketing and Social Media, that's where all the fun is, but, I'm in Sales for a bit. I'm doing what I can to make it through Grad School. I had to get through a few less than choice jobs during my Undergrad, so this should be a walk in the park.
Speaking of Undergrad, guess who I run into at least twice a month now?! Ellen! Now, this means nothing to anyone except Paige, but we get to catch up at Spa Visage over polish while waiting on our pedicure or manicure appointments. She is such an awesome lady to know. She was an amazing mentor and Professor during college and I get to laugh and talk with her and hear about people, places and things that I've lost contact.
My life is one long stream of consciousness. And, I'm a big fan of the ellipsis, in case you hadn't figured that out.
I have decided to go ahead with my self-inflicted moratorium on men. I just cannot win. I finally unlocked my heart after so many years of it being hidden away and protected. What happens? Of course, it gets broken into a million pieces. I have begun to realize that I am meant to be single. I'm not really sure who wrote it, but I read once that some people are single for a season, and some people are single for a reason. I'm pretty sure I'm paraphrasing. I'm hopeful that I've not just committed plagarizm. If I have, I sincerely apologize.
I take this tidbit of wisdom to mean that I am a reason, not a season. In the past, it has been by choice. I am a free spirit and I don't like to be tied down. I have had fun and when I wanted to go somewhere or do something with someone, he was always there. Now, this wasn't a one sided relationship. We were both in it for the same reasons. No strings attached and only one rule. No rules. We were both just having fun.
But, things are no so fun now. I have somehow unlocked the chamber that my heart was encased in and, to put it mildly, everything exploded. I managed to let myself begin to care about him. That was my first mistake, it just went downhill from there. Now, if you know me, you know that I have a laugh that can make everyone in the room smile. If you don't know me, don't think that I'm "all about me." It's true. Anyone will tell you that it's the truth, I'm not being arrogant.
The worst part about all of this is that I do need a man around. I have things that I need help with. Hanging pictures, painting walls, figuring out how to do the whole grout thing behind my sink. I also have a problem with my car. Apparently, it needs more of the cooly juice. My air conditioner is not very cold. Also, who is going to help me change my light bulbs? I'm not tall and I have really high ceilings. I don't do so well with power tools or a ladder. So, I guess I'm going to have to start taking applications for a house boy. All applicants will be considered, please send me your information with your ladder, car and power tool qualifications.
I want to thank Paige Pelot for being my first "follower." She and I went to college together and I Just think she is an amazing lady!! I feel so special now, I can truly believe I have an audience! It may just be you and me, Paige, but I appreciate it!
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.