I've always believed that I have a sixth sense. I'm no fortune teller, I've got no crystal ball; but every so often an energy just comes through so clearly, with such strength, and such force, that I know that something has happened before anyone even tells me. That's how I knew S had died before I even picked up the phone that day.
It was the weirdest thing. It gives me goose bumps even now, more than six years later. It was a Tuesday afternoon. I was at work. We had caller ID and I saw a local number come up. Although I didn't recognize the number, just seeing it, I knew something was wrong. And when I picked up and K said "Hello" I just knew. The only part of the conversation that I remember clearly was me, saying, "Please. Please, just don't tell me what you're about to tell me. I don't want to know."
S was only 30. Less than a month shy of her 31st birthday. But let me tell you, that girl lived more in her almost 31 years than most people will live in 70. It was like she knew.
We met in high school as freshmen. We didn't become close friends until our sophomore year when we both started working at the Tummy Stuffer at the same time. We got into so much trouble at work together. They started scheduling us different shifts.
Senior year, S and I liked to ditch school together. (Which was so pointless, seriously, we only had morning classes, but whatever, we were young and dumb.) We were both suffering from broken hearts at the time. We had each been unceremoniously dumped by the loves of our lives. We drove around town in her red Toyota Celica listening to Sinead O'Connor singing "Nothing Compares 2 U"over and over again, crying our little broken-hearted eyes out. I'll never forget the time we actually ditched by walking right out the front door of the attendance office. We couldn't believe we weren't caught, though the campus narc had chased us all over campus. (We even sought sanctuary in the library, where we were kicked out because we didn't have passes.)
Shortly after high school, my parents split up. Since at 18, my life as I knew it was over, I did the only thing I could think of, I moved out. S and I got a place together. Oh my God. We were so excited. We felt so grown up. (I remember the first time we paid rent. Neither one of us had ever held that much cash at once. We threw it up in the air and danced around in it.) We paid all of $495 a month for a brand new 2 bedroom apartment, with a full size washer and dryer. (Un-freaking-believable. I pay more than twice that now for half of a 2 bedroom apartment.) Since the apartment was brand new it had some minor electrical issues. We blew every fuse in the place. They put us up in a model apartment for a night while they fixed ours. Somehow, we managed to flood the model apartment.
Our poor downstairs neighbor. He had a wife and two young kids, and the unfortunate luck of living below a couple of teenage girls in their very first apartment. When we got too out of hand G would bang on the ceiling with a broom. I don't think he was too happy when a couple of guys serenaded us right in front of his kids' window. (I hate that I can't remember who they were. I hate that I can't call S and ask her to remind me.)
A couple of years later, S and I moved to Tahoe together. It was an impulsive move. I had never even been there before. S, as always, led the way. We moved in with a gaggle of girls neither one of us had ever met. Let's just say it was a learning experience for both of us. We had agreed to live in Tahoe for a year. I ended up staying the better part of eight. S, even longer.
Throughout my years in Tahoe, S remained the constant in my life. Through countless boyfriends, roommates, jobs. We weren't always close, we didn't even speak every day, but I always knew she was there. Tahoe is such a transient community, it was nice to know I always had someone on my side.
Like the time when I was in Davis, 4th of July weekend, having a nervous breakdown for many, many reasons. S drove all the way down to get me.
Or the time I got hit by a car in front of Harrah's. S drove me to the hospital. (I was too afraid to get into the ambulance. I didn't have any health insurance. I could only imagine how much that would have cost.)
S and I always had a motto. We could do anything; anything we wanted to. Nothing was impossible. She subtly reminded me of this when I got accepted into Davis. I called her, all excited, and she was just totally blase about the whole thing. Like, whatever. When I asked her "What the hell? Aren't you excited for me?" She said, "Of course you got in. I never thought you wouldn't. You can do anything."
The summer before S passed we were both living in Southern California. I'm so glad I got the chance to spend some time with her. We hung out many times over that summer and I cherish those memories. The last time I spoke to her was my birthday that year; well, really a month after my birthday. She never could remember whether my birthday was in September or October.
I still don't know how or why, when I got that call on that Tuesday afternoon in December, I knew that she was gone. To be honest, I thought it was a car accident. Turned out S had a brain tumor. Luckily, it happened quickly, though. She went into the hospital on a Friday afternoon and by Monday night she had passed. I miss her terribly and think about her each and every day.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Zac Efron and I: 17 Again!
Seeing old high school friends has a way of making you feel 17 again, right? Sometimes in good ways. Sometimes in bad ways. Yesterday, I experienced both.
The day started out great. I got to see one of my very best high school friends for the first time in at least 10 years! C and I were inseparable for a good chunk of our high school days. Especially senior year and the summer before. That summer, each morning, the first one awake would call the other to discuss how we were going to spend the day. Usually that meant driving around in her CRX listening to Journey, trying desperately to look old enough to buy cigarettes. (We thought if we carried car keys into the mini-mart it would make us look old enough. Generally, it worked.) Then we'd lay out by the pool at my house. Or hang out just watching TV and talking until we had to go to work. We even worked together that summer, at Domino's Pizza, as "phone girls". (Hee hee. I try not to think about the things I saw at Domino's that summer when I order pizza from there.)
After we graduated, C went away to school, while I stayed closer to home for a while. We stayed in touch and had a brief reunion when we both lived in Tahoe for a time. (She even worked at Harrah's too!) But after she left Tahoe, we lost touch, until she found me on Facebook a few months ago.
Yesterday, finally, after months of trying to get together, we met up for lunch. We had the best time! It was like no time had passed at all. Her kids (6 and 3) were looking at us like we were crazy, but we were screaming and laughing like a couple of teenagers. (By the way, her kids? The cutest ever! So sweet. Her 3 year old daughter even let me hold her hand in the parking lot on the way to the car. Which made me feel better after my visit with J and her son last weekend. Granted, he was sick, and I have cut my hair, but shortly after my arrival J's son asked her where the "other" Miss Moo was. Hmmph.)
My visit with C is the best of what Facebook can be for us oldies. Reconnecting with a long lost sister. I had thought a couple of hours would be plenty of time for our reunion, but 4 hours later I was totally running late for Reunion Saturday: Part Deux; my friend K's wedding.
K and I were sort of tangential friends. You know the kind, where you sort of run in the same circles but not exactly on purpose? I was always closer with her sister, H. But K and I had our friend S in common. S and K were best friends since childhood and S and I became close in high school when we worked together at the Tummy Stuffer. (I moved to Tahoe with S a couple of years after high school. Sadly, S passed away 6 years ago. We all loved her dearly, and she is well and truly missed. Now that I think of it, she deserves her own entry, and I will definitely get on that soon.) Later on, after high school, K and I were roommates for a few months when I first moved back to Southern California. We didn't exactly end our living arrangement on the best terms, but when S died we made our amends.
Anyway, K and I reconnected on Facebook. (Where else?) And she was kind enough to invite me to her wedding. She didn't say if I could bring a date, so I braved it on my own. I had no idea what to expect and I was running late after my reunion with C. I arrived after the ceremony, hoping to sneak in to the reception, but K saw me and the first thing she said to me? "You missed the whole thing!" Whoops.
While it was good to see K, (she'll never change, she'll always be a little bit bossy) there were a couple girls there I had not expected to see at all. (Here comes the part where feeling 17 again can be not so good.)
I'm running out of initials for this unexpectedly long-winded and complicated entry, so let's call these girls X and Y. X and Y are sisters. X was in my graduating class, Y, the class ahead of ours. I also worked with Y at the Tummy Stuffer. (My very first job, it was a sandwich and yogurt shop. Worked there for 2 years. I loved it. It was kind of the cool place to work back then. Owned by a really young guy, managed by an even younger one. They only hired cute girls to work there, so when I got the job, I felt pretty cool.)
X was always kind of a mean girl in high school. She had this way of looking at you and just cutting you down without saying much of anything at all. She was popular and considered pretty, although, I always thought she kind of looked like a pug, with her face all smushed in. (P.S. It still is all smushed in.) Y was the nicer and the prettier of the two. And remains so to this day.
X was such a bitch to me last night. I couldn't believe it. I walked up, said hello, and gave her a hug. What did she do? Walked away. I felt so small, like an unpopular teenager. The whole night, while the rest of us high school classmates caught up, X completely ignored me. Y was lovely, and totally caught me up on what she'd been up to these past 20 (HOLY CRAP!) years.
What Y didn't tell me was this juicy little tid-bit that someone else passed along last night. (I feel a little bit bad posting gossip on the web, but seriously? I have maybe 4 readers here. And only 1 of you will have the slightest clue what I'm talking about.) Turns out that 4 years ago? X and her high school boyfriend had an affair! They're both married, with children, and I know it's horrible, but can't I feel a little bit of schadenfreude at this???? Both spouses apparently found out, but I guess both couples reconciled.
Anyway, so I felt all insecure and teenagery last night. All because some stupid girl, who by the looks of it, is just a miserable person, didn't talk to me. I guess I'm over it now. I can't help but wonder what I ever did to her. I can't even remember the last time I saw her, and I'm fairly certain we were friendly in high school. Oh well. Thank God I'm not 17 again; 36 is so much better.
The day started out great. I got to see one of my very best high school friends for the first time in at least 10 years! C and I were inseparable for a good chunk of our high school days. Especially senior year and the summer before. That summer, each morning, the first one awake would call the other to discuss how we were going to spend the day. Usually that meant driving around in her CRX listening to Journey, trying desperately to look old enough to buy cigarettes. (We thought if we carried car keys into the mini-mart it would make us look old enough. Generally, it worked.) Then we'd lay out by the pool at my house. Or hang out just watching TV and talking until we had to go to work. We even worked together that summer, at Domino's Pizza, as "phone girls". (Hee hee. I try not to think about the things I saw at Domino's that summer when I order pizza from there.)
After we graduated, C went away to school, while I stayed closer to home for a while. We stayed in touch and had a brief reunion when we both lived in Tahoe for a time. (She even worked at Harrah's too!) But after she left Tahoe, we lost touch, until she found me on Facebook a few months ago.
Yesterday, finally, after months of trying to get together, we met up for lunch. We had the best time! It was like no time had passed at all. Her kids (6 and 3) were looking at us like we were crazy, but we were screaming and laughing like a couple of teenagers. (By the way, her kids? The cutest ever! So sweet. Her 3 year old daughter even let me hold her hand in the parking lot on the way to the car. Which made me feel better after my visit with J and her son last weekend. Granted, he was sick, and I have cut my hair, but shortly after my arrival J's son asked her where the "other" Miss Moo was. Hmmph.)
My visit with C is the best of what Facebook can be for us oldies. Reconnecting with a long lost sister. I had thought a couple of hours would be plenty of time for our reunion, but 4 hours later I was totally running late for Reunion Saturday: Part Deux; my friend K's wedding.
K and I were sort of tangential friends. You know the kind, where you sort of run in the same circles but not exactly on purpose? I was always closer with her sister, H. But K and I had our friend S in common. S and K were best friends since childhood and S and I became close in high school when we worked together at the Tummy Stuffer. (I moved to Tahoe with S a couple of years after high school. Sadly, S passed away 6 years ago. We all loved her dearly, and she is well and truly missed. Now that I think of it, she deserves her own entry, and I will definitely get on that soon.) Later on, after high school, K and I were roommates for a few months when I first moved back to Southern California. We didn't exactly end our living arrangement on the best terms, but when S died we made our amends.
Anyway, K and I reconnected on Facebook. (Where else?) And she was kind enough to invite me to her wedding. She didn't say if I could bring a date, so I braved it on my own. I had no idea what to expect and I was running late after my reunion with C. I arrived after the ceremony, hoping to sneak in to the reception, but K saw me and the first thing she said to me? "You missed the whole thing!" Whoops.
While it was good to see K, (she'll never change, she'll always be a little bit bossy) there were a couple girls there I had not expected to see at all. (Here comes the part where feeling 17 again can be not so good.)
I'm running out of initials for this unexpectedly long-winded and complicated entry, so let's call these girls X and Y. X and Y are sisters. X was in my graduating class, Y, the class ahead of ours. I also worked with Y at the Tummy Stuffer. (My very first job, it was a sandwich and yogurt shop. Worked there for 2 years. I loved it. It was kind of the cool place to work back then. Owned by a really young guy, managed by an even younger one. They only hired cute girls to work there, so when I got the job, I felt pretty cool.)
X was always kind of a mean girl in high school. She had this way of looking at you and just cutting you down without saying much of anything at all. She was popular and considered pretty, although, I always thought she kind of looked like a pug, with her face all smushed in. (P.S. It still is all smushed in.) Y was the nicer and the prettier of the two. And remains so to this day.
X was such a bitch to me last night. I couldn't believe it. I walked up, said hello, and gave her a hug. What did she do? Walked away. I felt so small, like an unpopular teenager. The whole night, while the rest of us high school classmates caught up, X completely ignored me. Y was lovely, and totally caught me up on what she'd been up to these past 20 (HOLY CRAP!) years.
What Y didn't tell me was this juicy little tid-bit that someone else passed along last night. (I feel a little bit bad posting gossip on the web, but seriously? I have maybe 4 readers here. And only 1 of you will have the slightest clue what I'm talking about.) Turns out that 4 years ago? X and her high school boyfriend had an affair! They're both married, with children, and I know it's horrible, but can't I feel a little bit of schadenfreude at this???? Both spouses apparently found out, but I guess both couples reconciled.
Anyway, so I felt all insecure and teenagery last night. All because some stupid girl, who by the looks of it, is just a miserable person, didn't talk to me. I guess I'm over it now. I can't help but wonder what I ever did to her. I can't even remember the last time I saw her, and I'm fairly certain we were friendly in high school. Oh well. Thank God I'm not 17 again; 36 is so much better.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Fragile
I went to the doctor today specifically to talk to him about how crazy stressed out I've been and to get some help. (In the form of medication. I could so be a pill popper if I let myself.) It wasn't until I said it all out loud to him (very calmly, I might add), without crying or anything, that I realized really how bad things have gotten so quickly. I guess I can be kind of thick.
I don't want to go into too many of the details here, because, seriously? So boring and complicated, and nobody really wants to read about they why's and how's. Suffice it to say, it has been brought to my attention that in recent weeks I've been thisclose to losing my job. And thanks to having friends in the right places, so far, I've managed to hang on by the skin of my teeth.
The ironic and so completely frustrating part of all of this is that in the past month or so I have received more positive feedback from the clients I've been dealing with than I have in the almost 4 years I've been with the company. So, being told there will be no raise for you this year, and really, Missy, you're here only by the grace of God, seriously, sending mixed messages. No wonder I can't sleep.
I will admit, I have never been a model employee. I think I am one of those people who has the potential to be so much more than I have the discipline (and temperament) to be. (Hmmm. I don't recall my report cards saying that I wasn't living up to my potential. Or the dreaded "Moo isn't applying herself." There was that serious homework avoidance problem in the 3rd grade. And I still have awful "I didn't go to class all quarter now there's a big final" college dreams. What does it all mean?)
My delivery and disposition apparently could use a lot of work. (They tell me I can be prickly. Funny, I thought I was just being myself.) And unfortunately, in spite of (and I'm sure to the great disappointment of as well) the aforementioned friends in right places, I've managed to piss off all the wrong people. Not really a good combination. For right now, luckily, the friends in the right places have trumped the pissed off wrong people. But! Who knows how long that can hold out.
Add to this crappy mess, a "retreat" in Boston for our whole department next week. We're supposed to bond with the rest of our bi-coastal team. (I'm giving up the better part of my weekend to fly cross country for a 24 hour retreat.) I'm not sure I've got it in me. For reals. I feel like I'm about to break wide open. (And there goes my eye. Twitching. Great.)
The funny thing is though, that despite all of this; the mixed messages, the implicit (and explicit) threats of losing my job; I still believe in this company. I still believe that it is one of the best places I've ever worked. It makes me sad to feel like I'm failing so miserably.
I don't want to go into too many of the details here, because, seriously? So boring and complicated, and nobody really wants to read about they why's and how's. Suffice it to say, it has been brought to my attention that in recent weeks I've been thisclose to losing my job. And thanks to having friends in the right places, so far, I've managed to hang on by the skin of my teeth.
The ironic and so completely frustrating part of all of this is that in the past month or so I have received more positive feedback from the clients I've been dealing with than I have in the almost 4 years I've been with the company. So, being told there will be no raise for you this year, and really, Missy, you're here only by the grace of God, seriously, sending mixed messages. No wonder I can't sleep.
I will admit, I have never been a model employee. I think I am one of those people who has the potential to be so much more than I have the discipline (and temperament) to be. (Hmmm. I don't recall my report cards saying that I wasn't living up to my potential. Or the dreaded "Moo isn't applying herself." There was that serious homework avoidance problem in the 3rd grade. And I still have awful "I didn't go to class all quarter now there's a big final" college dreams. What does it all mean?)
My delivery and disposition apparently could use a lot of work. (They tell me I can be prickly. Funny, I thought I was just being myself.) And unfortunately, in spite of (and I'm sure to the great disappointment of as well) the aforementioned friends in right places, I've managed to piss off all the wrong people. Not really a good combination. For right now, luckily, the friends in the right places have trumped the pissed off wrong people. But! Who knows how long that can hold out.
Add to this crappy mess, a "retreat" in Boston for our whole department next week. We're supposed to bond with the rest of our bi-coastal team. (I'm giving up the better part of my weekend to fly cross country for a 24 hour retreat.) I'm not sure I've got it in me. For reals. I feel like I'm about to break wide open. (And there goes my eye. Twitching. Great.)
The funny thing is though, that despite all of this; the mixed messages, the implicit (and explicit) threats of losing my job; I still believe in this company. I still believe that it is one of the best places I've ever worked. It makes me sad to feel like I'm failing so miserably.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Exhausted
I think I'm stressed. Ugh. Do you see what time it is? I can't sleep and although Earl woke me up (at 3 am), he's not the reason I'm awake. Work is totally stressing me out. And I keep trying to come up with something funny to write about, but it seems that the funny eludes me at 4 am.
Nothing funny has happened to me in such a long time. I have not seen any bums pooping recently. No crazy boys have stalked me. I haven't walked into any glass doors. Even my own mother is giving me nothing to work with here. Have I completely lost my sense of humor? Has the universe stopped mocking me? Because if it has, I don't like it. I much prefer it when I've got the funny on my side. Universe? I'm officially asking you to send me the funny.
Nothing funny has happened to me in such a long time. I have not seen any bums pooping recently. No crazy boys have stalked me. I haven't walked into any glass doors. Even my own mother is giving me nothing to work with here. Have I completely lost my sense of humor? Has the universe stopped mocking me? Because if it has, I don't like it. I much prefer it when I've got the funny on my side. Universe? I'm officially asking you to send me the funny.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Coachella Co-Rocked!
Coachella was awesome. We had the best time. But it was freaking HOT. Most of our daylight hours were spent in search of shade. Luckily, shade was pretty easy to find at the 2 stages we frequented the most.
My favorite bands? Drive By Truckers, Thievery Corporation, Band of Horses, and Jenny Lewis.
I absolutely LOVED Thievery Corporation. It was impossible not to move while they were on. Seriously. Everyone was either dancing or at the very least, bobbing their heads. I was really impressed. I didn't expect them to sound so good since they are kind of an electronic/world sound kind of band. But they rocked. Perry Farrell even came out and sang a song with them. And what I learned from that? Perry Farrell can't really sing. I mean he sounds ok w/ Jane's Addiction and Porno for Pyros, but I don't know. He just sounded kind of awful to me. But, what do I know?
My number one, all-time favorite of the day? Jenny Lewis. She's the lead singer of Rilo Kiley, who I also love. She recently released her second solo disc, "Acid Tongue", which I highly recommend. She put on an amazing show. I just did not expect her to be so good. We were really close to the stage, so as my brother pointed out, it felt really accessible and intimate. Seriously, people. Buy yourselves the Rilo Kiley album "Under the Blacklight" and "Acid Tongue". You will not regret it. Jenny Lewis is my new girl crush.
We had our only celebrity sightings at the Jenny Lewis set. Spotted on the side of the stage; Reese Witherspoon & Jake Gyllenhall, and Justin Long. I'm sure Drew Barrymore was with him because I heard she was there. I just couldn't see her from where I was standing.
The last band of the day, The Killers, kind of sucked. They sounded weird, kept getting louder then softer. I think it may have been the fact that we were really far away, and not in the thick of the crowd. A lot of a live show is the energy around you. Also? By the time The Killers came on at 10:45 pm, we were exhausted. We had been there since 11:30 that morning, and it was hot. Have I mentioned how freaking hot it was??? HOT.
My only regret is that we were not there on Friday to see Paul McCartney perform. Everyone I spoke with said that he was simply amazing. He played for 2 1/2 hours. And it was the 11th anniversary of his wife Linda's death, so, I heard it was also a very emotional show.
I also heard Morrissey sucked. Apparently, he pitched a bitch fit because he could smell "flesh" cooking. Hee hee. The main stage was right by one of the food court areas. Saturday night I did notice the distinct aroma of steak. Personally? I thought it smelled good. Morrissey, not so much.
Let me tell you, though, I am so glad we did not camp. As I said over and over to the various people we met throughout the day, I don't camp. Plus, oy gevalt, it was hot. And dirty. And all the people who were camping were dressed weird. Faux-hawks with feathers; tribal style body painting. And can someone please tell me what's up with the sunglasses with the obnoxious colored frames? I hold M.I.A. responsible for that one.
Anyhoo, all in all, I'm glad we went. I'm not so sure I would do it again. (Seriously, the heat. It could kill someone. Have they not considered having it a few weeks earlier in April?) But I'm glad I can cross Coachella off my list. Check.
My favorite bands? Drive By Truckers, Thievery Corporation, Band of Horses, and Jenny Lewis.
I absolutely LOVED Thievery Corporation. It was impossible not to move while they were on. Seriously. Everyone was either dancing or at the very least, bobbing their heads. I was really impressed. I didn't expect them to sound so good since they are kind of an electronic/world sound kind of band. But they rocked. Perry Farrell even came out and sang a song with them. And what I learned from that? Perry Farrell can't really sing. I mean he sounds ok w/ Jane's Addiction and Porno for Pyros, but I don't know. He just sounded kind of awful to me. But, what do I know?
My number one, all-time favorite of the day? Jenny Lewis. She's the lead singer of Rilo Kiley, who I also love. She recently released her second solo disc, "Acid Tongue", which I highly recommend. She put on an amazing show. I just did not expect her to be so good. We were really close to the stage, so as my brother pointed out, it felt really accessible and intimate. Seriously, people. Buy yourselves the Rilo Kiley album "Under the Blacklight" and "Acid Tongue". You will not regret it. Jenny Lewis is my new girl crush.
We had our only celebrity sightings at the Jenny Lewis set. Spotted on the side of the stage; Reese Witherspoon & Jake Gyllenhall, and Justin Long. I'm sure Drew Barrymore was with him because I heard she was there. I just couldn't see her from where I was standing.
The last band of the day, The Killers, kind of sucked. They sounded weird, kept getting louder then softer. I think it may have been the fact that we were really far away, and not in the thick of the crowd. A lot of a live show is the energy around you. Also? By the time The Killers came on at 10:45 pm, we were exhausted. We had been there since 11:30 that morning, and it was hot. Have I mentioned how freaking hot it was??? HOT.
My only regret is that we were not there on Friday to see Paul McCartney perform. Everyone I spoke with said that he was simply amazing. He played for 2 1/2 hours. And it was the 11th anniversary of his wife Linda's death, so, I heard it was also a very emotional show.
I also heard Morrissey sucked. Apparently, he pitched a bitch fit because he could smell "flesh" cooking. Hee hee. The main stage was right by one of the food court areas. Saturday night I did notice the distinct aroma of steak. Personally? I thought it smelled good. Morrissey, not so much.
Let me tell you, though, I am so glad we did not camp. As I said over and over to the various people we met throughout the day, I don't camp. Plus, oy gevalt, it was hot. And dirty. And all the people who were camping were dressed weird. Faux-hawks with feathers; tribal style body painting. And can someone please tell me what's up with the sunglasses with the obnoxious colored frames? I hold M.I.A. responsible for that one.
Anyhoo, all in all, I'm glad we went. I'm not so sure I would do it again. (Seriously, the heat. It could kill someone. Have they not considered having it a few weeks earlier in April?) But I'm glad I can cross Coachella off my list. Check.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Good Day/Bad Day
How about a rousing game of Good Day/Bad Day? It's fun, I promise. Here's how we play; for every bad thing that happened today (and I may include various things that happened yesterday as well. It's been a rough couple of days people.) I will try to come up with a good thing that happened. Ready?
Bad: On my walk home today, I saw (with my very own eyes, which will never recover) a bum taking a crap in a tree planter. Seriously! Right around the corner from my house! And he wasn't even crouching down or trying to be inconspicuous. He was pretty much standing up as straight as he possibly could while still pooping.
Good: I worked out with T today. He measured me to see what kind of progress I've made and... drumroll please... I've lost an inch and a half off my waist AND 2% body fat.
Bad: I also lost an inch off my boobs.
Good: I got a really nice shout out from a client I'm working with right now that went out company wide.
Bad: My boss' boss really kind of sucks right now. She didn't even acknowledge the shout out I got. The woman sucks. Right now? I hate her.
Good: Because we are so busy at work, they've hired a couple of new people in our department. Which really is huge, and says a lot about the strength of the company I work for. One of the people they hired? Someone else to do the same job as me. Again, a totally good thing. It will be nice not to have to meet with every prospect that comes throught the door. It will be nice not to have to handle every single client my office works with. Really.
Bad: They didn't tell me they were hiring me a colleague. Until the guy had accepted the position. You know how my boss' boss told us? Via email. Five minutes before she left for vacation. And the topper? My immediate boss didn't even know they hired this guy. She was on vacation last week, and her boss went and hired him. Behind her back. But I shouldn't read anything into that, right? I mean that's not a total vote of no confidence on my boss, right? Ugh. (Sorry for the rant. I'm sure none of this means anything to you all, but just take my word for it when I say it's a total bummer.)
Good: Did I mention the 2% body fat? The inch and a half? Oh. Um? It's a three day weekend? Yay! A three day weekend. Thank you, Jesus for resurrecting this weekend and giving me Good Friday. I need the extra day off.
Bad: I have this God awful ingrown hair on my bikini line. It is painful. I attempted minor surgery on myself last night, but it was unsuccessful.
Good: Overall, life is good. I am a happy girl. I have a job. And kitties! I have kitties! And good friends. Thanks for listening to me complain.
Bad: On my walk home today, I saw (with my very own eyes, which will never recover) a bum taking a crap in a tree planter. Seriously! Right around the corner from my house! And he wasn't even crouching down or trying to be inconspicuous. He was pretty much standing up as straight as he possibly could while still pooping.
Good: I worked out with T today. He measured me to see what kind of progress I've made and... drumroll please... I've lost an inch and a half off my waist AND 2% body fat.
Bad: I also lost an inch off my boobs.
Good: I got a really nice shout out from a client I'm working with right now that went out company wide.
Bad: My boss' boss really kind of sucks right now. She didn't even acknowledge the shout out I got. The woman sucks. Right now? I hate her.
Good: Because we are so busy at work, they've hired a couple of new people in our department. Which really is huge, and says a lot about the strength of the company I work for. One of the people they hired? Someone else to do the same job as me. Again, a totally good thing. It will be nice not to have to meet with every prospect that comes throught the door. It will be nice not to have to handle every single client my office works with. Really.
Bad: They didn't tell me they were hiring me a colleague. Until the guy had accepted the position. You know how my boss' boss told us? Via email. Five minutes before she left for vacation. And the topper? My immediate boss didn't even know they hired this guy. She was on vacation last week, and her boss went and hired him. Behind her back. But I shouldn't read anything into that, right? I mean that's not a total vote of no confidence on my boss, right? Ugh. (Sorry for the rant. I'm sure none of this means anything to you all, but just take my word for it when I say it's a total bummer.)
Good: Did I mention the 2% body fat? The inch and a half? Oh. Um? It's a three day weekend? Yay! A three day weekend. Thank you, Jesus for resurrecting this weekend and giving me Good Friday. I need the extra day off.
Bad: I have this God awful ingrown hair on my bikini line. It is painful. I attempted minor surgery on myself last night, but it was unsuccessful.
Good: Overall, life is good. I am a happy girl. I have a job. And kitties! I have kitties! And good friends. Thanks for listening to me complain.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Sometimes, Things Just Work Out the Way They're Supposed To
Last week I mentioned to you guys that I had some plans for this past weekend that could either turn out really good or really bad. Well, it just so happens that it turned out really good. Better than could have been expected. Really. I couldn't have scripted it better myself. And now that I've built it up to be so huge, get ready for the big let down, 'cause it's not really all that exciting.
I saw the ex-boyfriend, M, for the first time in a year and a half. Yup. Sure did. And when they say that happiness is the best revenge... (Or is it looking totally hot next to his sad-sack schlump of a girlfriend? I forget.) ...they're right.
Here's how it all went down. R & M, Facebook friends of mine (of course, right?), who I know from my time with M, invited a bunch of friends to come watch R's band play on Saturday night. I really wanted to go because the whole time M and I were together, R's band never played. They were "on hiatus". I'd always wanted to see them play live. There's is one of the few country albums that M had that I actually liked, rather than just tolerated. (No offense, C.) I RSVP'd knowing that M and his schlumpadink girlfriend would be there.
I spent Friday evening preparing myself, beauty-wise. I got my eyebrows tinted and waxed. I tanned. I had a pedicure. I was determined to look GOOD.
Saturday night, my friend Z and I made our way to the bar. I had filled her in on all the details of course. M wasn't there yet when we got there. R was the first person I saw. I told him I was a little bit nervous about coming and he assured me it would be fine.
A little while later as I was making my way to the bathroom, it happened. The run-in. It's still weird to think that I hadn't seen him since October of 2007. I felt like I had just seen him the day before. He was still strangely familiar to me. Maybe I expected him to seem like more of a stranger? I don't know. And all that anger I felt toward him? Kind of gone. Well, mostly. We hugged. I gave him a kiss on the cheek. He said it was good to see me and I agreed. Because, really, it was good to see him. I told him I wanted to meet his new girlfriend. He was not super excited about the idea, but said "Have at it. She's right over there."
So, what did I do? I pretty much marched myself right over to her and introduced myself.
"Excuse me?" I said. Blank stare.
"Are you Schlumpadink?"
She looked at me like I had two heads. I continued to introduce myself. I was determined.
"I'm Moo."
Still no response from Schlumpadink. (Like she didn't know who I was? Right.)
"M's ex-girlfriend?" I offered.
"Oh." She said weakly.
I went on to explain that I had asked M to introduce us and he had begged off. As this was pretty much a one-sided conversation, I cut it short, wished her a good night and went on my merry little way.
All that unpleasantness out of the way, I proceeded to have a GREAT time. The band was fantastic. We sang. We danced. I got to see old friends I hadn't seen in forever. It was so much fun!
M & Schlumpadink? Not so much. I noticed her glaring at me several times over the course of the evening. M watched me like a hawk. I tried not to let it bother me.
(Can I just tell you though? She really was schlumpy. Stringy blonde hair. Kind of chubby. And worst of all? Or, best of all, I should say. I know for a fact girlfriend is the same age as me and she looks much older. Ha.)
All in all the evening couldn't have gone any better. I made my point. I'm pretty sure M now knows for certain that I am better off without him. And perhaps, that point was also made just a little bit clearer to me as well. The only thing that is bothering me I guess is this...
If I'm such a catch, why is it that he's happily coupled (assuming they're happy) and I'm still single?
P.S. Just for the heck of it, I'm going to let Earl steal a little bit of my thunder here. I couldn't resist. It's just too cute.
I saw the ex-boyfriend, M, for the first time in a year and a half. Yup. Sure did. And when they say that happiness is the best revenge... (Or is it looking totally hot next to his sad-sack schlump of a girlfriend? I forget.) ...they're right.
Here's how it all went down. R & M, Facebook friends of mine (of course, right?), who I know from my time with M, invited a bunch of friends to come watch R's band play on Saturday night. I really wanted to go because the whole time M and I were together, R's band never played. They were "on hiatus". I'd always wanted to see them play live. There's is one of the few country albums that M had that I actually liked, rather than just tolerated. (No offense, C.) I RSVP'd knowing that M and his schlumpadink girlfriend would be there.
I spent Friday evening preparing myself, beauty-wise. I got my eyebrows tinted and waxed. I tanned. I had a pedicure. I was determined to look GOOD.
Saturday night, my friend Z and I made our way to the bar. I had filled her in on all the details of course. M wasn't there yet when we got there. R was the first person I saw. I told him I was a little bit nervous about coming and he assured me it would be fine.
A little while later as I was making my way to the bathroom, it happened. The run-in. It's still weird to think that I hadn't seen him since October of 2007. I felt like I had just seen him the day before. He was still strangely familiar to me. Maybe I expected him to seem like more of a stranger? I don't know. And all that anger I felt toward him? Kind of gone. Well, mostly. We hugged. I gave him a kiss on the cheek. He said it was good to see me and I agreed. Because, really, it was good to see him. I told him I wanted to meet his new girlfriend. He was not super excited about the idea, but said "Have at it. She's right over there."
So, what did I do? I pretty much marched myself right over to her and introduced myself.
"Excuse me?" I said. Blank stare.
"Are you Schlumpadink?"
She looked at me like I had two heads. I continued to introduce myself. I was determined.
"I'm Moo."
Still no response from Schlumpadink. (Like she didn't know who I was? Right.)
"M's ex-girlfriend?" I offered.
"Oh." She said weakly.
I went on to explain that I had asked M to introduce us and he had begged off. As this was pretty much a one-sided conversation, I cut it short, wished her a good night and went on my merry little way.
All that unpleasantness out of the way, I proceeded to have a GREAT time. The band was fantastic. We sang. We danced. I got to see old friends I hadn't seen in forever. It was so much fun!
M & Schlumpadink? Not so much. I noticed her glaring at me several times over the course of the evening. M watched me like a hawk. I tried not to let it bother me.
(Can I just tell you though? She really was schlumpy. Stringy blonde hair. Kind of chubby. And worst of all? Or, best of all, I should say. I know for a fact girlfriend is the same age as me and she looks much older. Ha.)
All in all the evening couldn't have gone any better. I made my point. I'm pretty sure M now knows for certain that I am better off without him. And perhaps, that point was also made just a little bit clearer to me as well. The only thing that is bothering me I guess is this...
If I'm such a catch, why is it that he's happily coupled (assuming they're happy) and I'm still single?
P.S. Just for the heck of it, I'm going to let Earl steal a little bit of my thunder here. I couldn't resist. It's just too cute.
What? You mean I shouldn't be in the dishwasher?
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