Monday, March 31, 2008

I've Decided...

that it's officially Spring. I know it REALLY is, but it doesn't yet feel like it in VT but, quite frankly, I'm sick of the COLD. So, I'm rebelling. I'm switching over my closet and breaking out all of my pastels and brights and lights.

So There.

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Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Blind Date #1: Date 2

We met at a local pub for drinks after work exactly two weeks after our first date. I slid into the corner seat and he faced me as we caught up on what’s been going on in our lives- - I had been on vacation, he had been traveling extensively for work. We ordered our first drinks and visited. An hour had passed, and we ordered second drinks. At this point I was ready to go home but halfway through our drinks he asked if I wanted to get something to eat. I didn’t, but I’m really bad at ending a date early, so I said yes.

I had been to this place a few weeks before so I knew exactly what I wanted off of the menu. He browsed for a few minutes, the waitress came over, he couldn’t decide so he asked for a few more minutes. The waitress came back, he still couldn’t decide…you get the picture. Twenty minutes later he was ready to order. I placed my order first and said, “I’ll have the apple, bacon, chicken salad with the maple vinaigrette dressing, chopped please” the waitress looks at him and he says, “I’ll have the exact same thing.”

(((((crickets chirp))))))

WHAT?!? The EXACT same thing as me?!? Is it just me? Or is that REALLY WEIRD? I mean, it’s not like I ordered a hamburger and he wanted one too, or wings, or SOMETHING. An apple, bacon, chicken salad CHOPPED and he got the SAME THING.

Not to mention, at the end of the date, he let me split the bill- - for the second time. I’m all about paying your own way on dates, etc, etc but the GESTURE of offering to pay would have been nice. This, of course, is after our first date when the check came I offered to pay half and he said, “Well, if you insist.” Um, I did NOT insist. I OFFERED and (truthfully) expected the answer to be no. He asked me out…isn’t that how it works? I know some of you will say if I really don’t care then I SHOULDN’T CARE and I shouldn’t offer if I REALLY don’t mind, but… I was just trying to be nice!

That was the Thursday before vacation. I went on Blind Date #2 the next day (Friday) and had a lot of fun. We’ve seen each other twice more since then, so… we’ll see what happens. It’s going slow but that’s what I need/want right now anyway.



My youngest two sisters are seniors in high school this year (they're not twins, 13 months apart, one is graduating early) and they've both been busy applying to colleges. In the beginning, the plan was for them to go to my alma mater which is also where sister #2 goes. We never really discussed it- - it was just kind of going to happen. I, obviously, was very excited about this! Well, they both changed their minds and decided that they wanted to go somewhere else without each other...fine. Yesterday though, they both got acceptance letters from my former school and, well, now I want them to re-think! Too bad I don't have a say in this... :)

Tonight I'm getting monitored for Jazz. I have my outfit and set all picked out, but it's still REALLY stressful! :)

(been on three dates with blind date #2...more to come)

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Tuesday, March 25, 2008


Lots to fill you in on... not so much time to do it! Tennis started this week, I'm catching up from vacation, etc, etc...

talk to you SOON!


Monday, March 24, 2008


I'm back- - tan and peeling but... oh well. It's too cold here. :) Hope everyone had great weeks!


Friday, March 14, 2008

Why I'm Not Back Together With Him Reason # 8756

I have no idea where this came from so I can't give the author credit but truer words were never written. (Reminder, the ex is 28):

25 And Over

If you have reached the age of 25, I have a bit of bad news for you, to wit: it is time, if you have not already done so, for you to emerge from your cocoon of post-adolescent dithering and self-absorption and join the rest of us in the world. Past the quarter-century mark, you see, certain actions, attitudes, and behaviors will simply no longer do, and while it might seem unpleasant to feign a maturity and solicitousness towards others that you may not genuinely feel, it is not only appreciated by others but necessary for your continued survival. Continuing to insist past that point that good manners, thoughtfulness, and grooming oppress you in some way is inappropriate and irritating.

Grow up.

And when I instruct you to grow up, I do not mean that you must read up on mortgage rates, put aside candy necklaces, or desist from substituting the word "poo" for crucial syllables of movie titles. Silliness is not only still permitted but actively encouraged. You must, however, stop viewing carelessness, tardiness, helplessness, or any other quality better suited to a child as either charming or somehow beyond your control. A certain grace period for the development of basic consideration and self-sufficiency is assumed, but once you have turned 25, the grace period is over, and starring in a film in your head in which you walk the earth alone is no longer considered a valid lifestyle choice, but rather grounds for exclusion from social occasions. And now, for those of you who might have misplaced them, marching orders for everyone born before 1983.

1. Remember to write thank-you notes. If you do not know when a thank-you note is appropriate, consult an etiquette book — the older and more hidebound the book, the better. When in doubt, write one anyway; better to err on the side of formality. An email is not sufficient thanks for a physical gift. Purchase stationery and stamps, set aside five minutes, and express your gratitude in writing. Failure to do so implies that you don’t care. This implication is a memorable one. Enough said.

2. Do not invite yourself to stay with friends when you travel anymore. Presumably you have a job, and the means to procure yourself a hotel. If so, do so. If not, stay home. Mentioning that you plan a visit to another city may lead to an invitation to stay with a friend or family member, which you may of course accept; assuming that "it’s cool if you crash" is not. Wait for the invitation; if it is not forthcoming, this is what we call "a hint," and you should take it and make other arrangements.

3. Do not expect friends to help you move anymore. You may ask for help; you may not expect it, particularly if your move date is on a weekday. Your friends have jobs to go to, and you have accumulated a lot of heavy books by this point in your life. Hire a mover. If you cannot afford a mover, sell your books or put them in storage — or don’t move, but one way or another, you will have to cope.

4. Develop a physical awareness of your surroundings. As children, we live in our own heads, bonking into things, gnawing on twigs, emitting random squawks because we don’t know how to talk yet. Then, we enter nursery school. You, having graduated college or reached a similar age to that of the college graduate, need to learn to sense others and get out of their way. Walk single file. Don’t blather loudly in public spaces. Give up your seat to those with disabilities or who are struggling with small children. Take your headphones off while interacting with clerks and passersby. Do not walk along and then stop suddenly. It is not just you on the street; account for that fact.

5. Be on time. The occasional public-transit snafu is forgivable, but consistent lateness is rude, annoying, and self-centered. If we didn’t care when you showed up, we’d have said "any old time"; if we said seven, get there at seven or within fifteen minutes. Do not ditz that you "lost track of time" as though time somehow slipped its leash and ran into traffic. It shows a basic lack of respect for others; flakiness is not cute anymore, primarily because it never was. Buy a watch, wind it up, and wear it everywhere you go.

6. Have enough money. I do not mean "give up your scholarly dreams and join the world of corporate finance in order to keep up with the Joneses." I mean that you should not become that girl or boy who is always a few dollars short, can only cover exactly his or her meal but no tip, or "forgot" to go to the ATM. Go to the ATM first, don’t order things you can’t afford, and…

7. Know how to calculate the tip. Ten percent of the total; double it; done. You did not have to major in math to know how this works. You are not dumb, but your Barbie-math-is-hard flailing is agonizing and has outstayed its welcome. Ten percent times two. Learn it.

8. Do not share the crazy dream you had last night with anyone but your mental wellness professional. Nobody cares. People who starred in the dream may care, but confine your synopsis to ten words or fewer.

9. Learn to walk in heels. Gentlemen, you are at your leisure. Ladies: If you wear heels, know how to operate them. Clomping along and placing your foot down flat with each step gives the appearance of a ten-year-old playing dress-up, but a pair of heels is like a bicycle — you need momentum to stay up. Come down on the heel and carry forward through the toe, using your regular stride. If you feel wobbly, keep practicing, or get a pair that’s better suited to your style of walking. It isn’t a once-a-year prom thing anymore for a lot of you, so please learn to walk in them.

10. Have at least one good dress-up outfit. A dress code, or suggested attire on an invitation, is not an instrument of The Man. Own one nice dress, or one reasonable suit, or one sharp pair of pants and chic sweater — something you can clean up nice in for a wedding or a semi-formal dinner. You don’t have to like it, but if the invitation requests it, put it on. Every night can’t be poker night. Which reminds me…

11. Do as invitations ask you. Don’t bring a guest when no such courtesy is extended. Don’t blow off an RSVP; it means "please respond," and you should. "Regrets only" means you only answer if you can’t come. If the party starts at eight, show up at eight — not at seven-thirty so you can go a "better" party later, not at eleven when dinner is cold. Eight. Cocktail parties allow for leeway, of course, but pay attention and read instructions; your host furnished the details for a reason.

12. Know how. Know how to drive. Know how to read a map. Know how to get around. Know how to change a tire, or whom to call if you can’t manage it, or how to get to a phone if you don’t have a cell phone. We will happily bail you out, until it becomes apparent that it’s what you always need. The possibility of a fingernail breaking or a hairstyle becoming compromised is not grounds for purposeful helplessness.

13. Don’t use your friends. It’s soulless. It’s also obvious. If the only reason you continue to associate with a person is to borrow his or her car, might I remind you that you have now turned 25 and may rent your own.

14. Have something to talk about besides college or your job. College is over. The war stories have their amusements, but not over and over and not at every gathering. Get a library card, go to the movies, participate in the world. Working is not living. Be interested so that you can be interesting.

15. Give and receive favors graciously. If you have agreed to do a favor, you may not 1) remind the favoree ceaselessly about how great a pain it is for you, or 2) half-ass it because the favoree "owes you." It is a favor; it is not required, and if you cannot do it, say so. If you can do it, pretend that nobody is watching, do it as best you can, and let that be the end of it. Conversely, if you ask for a favor and the askee cannot do it, do not get snappish. You can manage.

16. Drinking until you throw up is no longer properly a point of pride. It happens to the best of us, but be properly ashamed the next day; work on your tolerance, or eat something first, but amateur hour ended several years hence.

17. Have a real trash receptacle, real Kleenex, and, if you smoke, a real ashtray. No loose bags on the floor; no using a roll of toilet paper; no plates or empty soda cans. You are not a fierce warrior nomad of the Fratty Bubelatty tribe. Buy a wastebasket and grown-up paper products.

18. Universal quiet hours do in fact apply to you. They are, generally, as follows — midnight to six AM on weekdays, 2 AM to 8 AM on weekends. Mine is a fairly generous interpretation, by the by, so bass practice should conclude, not start, at ten PM. Understand also that just because nobody has complained directly to you does not mean that a complaint is not justified, or pending. Further, get your speakers off the floor. Yes, "now." Yes, a rug is still "the floor."

19. Take care of yourself. If you are sick, visit a doctor. If you are sad, visit a shrink or talk to a friend. If you are unhappy in love, break up. If you are fed up with how you look, buy a new shirt or stop eating cheese. If you have a problem, try to fix it. Many problems are knotty and need a lot of talking through, or time to resolve, but after a few months of all complaining and no fixing, those around you will begin to wonder if you don’t enjoy the problems for the attention they bring you. Venting is fine; inertia coupled with pouting is not. Bored? Read a magazine. Mad at someone? Say so — to them. Change is hard; that’s too bad. Effort counts. Make one. Your mommy’s shift is over.

20. Rudeness is not a signifier of your importance. Rudeness is a signifier of itself, nothing more. We all have bad days; yours is not weightier than anyone else’s, comparatively, and does not excuse displays of poor breeding. Be civil or be elsewhere.

Went on date two last night with the blind date from a few weeks ago. Not going out with him again, I'll fill you in later. Have another blind date tonight...

Heading for warm and sunny Jacksonville, FL tomorrow for a week of fun in the sun! Enjoy the next week! :)


Thursday, March 13, 2008

Sometimes... You've gotta let it go

This morning has been a disaster! I was on my way out the door when I couldn't find the shoes I wanted to wear. Checked in the basket by the door. Nothing. Checked in the hall closet. Nothing. Checked in the front closet. Nothing. Checked downstairs. Nothing. Checked in the front closet again. Nothing. Checked in the hall closet- - AHA! Found them (5 sweaty minutes later.)

I grabbed my work bag and lunch bag and headed out the door. My lunch bag was uneven so it continued to tip over in the car while I tried to straighten it and drive at the same time. It was getting to be too much so I grabbed the whole bag and pulled it on my lap to fix it for good. When it tipped AGAIN and spilled soup ALL. OVER. ME. Darn it.

By this time the leaning/pulling/running up and down stairs all morning had made my hair start to fall out so I grabbed my clip out of my hair and snapped it.

I walked into work like a drowned rat with stringy wet hair covered in soup.



Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Really Sick of...

all of this Spitzer stuff. Jim Cramer (Mad Money) was on the Today Show this morning (he is good friends with the Spitzer family) and he was just. so. sad. About the entire thing. I know that I wasn't married before, nor do I have kids who were effected by the outcome of my last relationship, but it makes me think about all of the details I'm trying to forget. And it makes me sick to my stomache.

Completely unrelated, the person who was responsible for securing a rental car for our vacation next week dropped the ball so I'll be picking up that responsibility. Great...

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Monday, March 10, 2008

Shhh, I'm sleeping

I had the quietest weekend I've had in a *long* time and I absolutely loved it. I think it was exactly what I needed. It started out big with a long Friday evening out with friends but I was home and in bed by midnight and up by 6am Saturday morning ready for Jazz and to work on my quilt. (The one that I've been working on for ALMOST a year?!!?) Well, I finished it on Saturday, added the borders yesterday and it's ready to be sent to the machine quilters this weekend! I will share pictures when I'm done, it's awesome. :)

Saturday afternoon I got all of my stuff set up to learn some new jazzercise songs but I must have dozed off because when I woke up it was 6pm, oops. I never nap, but I guess I needed it after Friday night!

Have you guys tried Hip Hop Abs? I ordered it... I can't believe that I did but I tried it yesterday and it is FUN! If it's something you've even remotely considered, get it. Plus, "Sean T" the host is hilarious. Really. If nothing else your abs will get a workout laughing at him.

Have a great week!


Friday, March 07, 2008


is the time I went to bed last night. I was sure I would wake up feeling refreshed and ready for the day today. Instead, I woke up with a headache. Can't wait to see what this day brings.

I am heading for another vacation though, in one week, so thinking about that will have to get me through the next seven days.


Thursday, March 06, 2008

Taking a Break

Ugh. It has just been one of "those" weeks. I feel like putting up an automated email/voicemail/textmessage response that says, "Hi, I am taking a break. Feel free to leave a message and I'll get back to you when I'm good and ready. Thanks and have a great day."

It's just been craziness lately... first week back from vacation, haven't made it home before 8:30pm any night this week after leaving the house at 6:00am, tennis starts in two weeks, lots of things up in the air...

AND. I am a planner. By nature. Planning is what I do. I haven't even had time to look at my calendar lately and really let what's going on sink in. I'm driving myself crazy.


Tuesday, March 04, 2008

I Ate a Brownie

darn it. I'm back on the wagon.


Put that Sugar on my Tongue, Tongue

I'm contemplating giving up sugar. (GASP!) I know, the horror! So far I haven't consumed any sugar in 24 hours... I'm not sure how long it's going to last seeing as how I usually eat dessert at least once a day. I'll let you know when I fail. :)


Monday, March 03, 2008


is one of my FAVORITE places. Ever.