SERIOUSLY...

F*&K YOU CANCER!

2011-07-10T16:52:00.000-07:00

Cancer is a fucking bitch and it has entered my life without any invitation whatsoever. My little sister (in her twenties) was just diagnosed with breast cancer. This is the little sister that has danced in Barcelona, climbed Mount Kilimanjaro and biked around the gardens of Versailles. Now she's having to take on the shittiest of adventures. Amazingly, she has the best attitude of anyone in the family. My motto for this whole mess is: Fuck it and Fight it.

P.S. My "boyfriend" stood me up/dumped me at a hotel. He said he needed to see me and with all teh new shit going on, I needed to see him. We decided to meet halfway between our two cities. I arrived first and booked a room. He never showed...or called. That was twenty-four hours ago.

2011-05-22T17:12:00.000-07:00

Things I'm Loving:

-Hot tamales candy
-The thought of my upcoming vacation
-Knocking things off of the thirty before thirty list
-Exercise (particularly after brushing my teeth and taking a shower. Weird, I know. There's something about a clean sweat I suppose...
-Pretzel bread
-The Strain book series
-The t.v. show Modern Family
-The beach (today.tomorrow.forever)
-My new netbook
-Quiet neighbors (fingers crossed)
-Sleep
-Four day work weeks!!
-My two new pairs of OeTZI3300 shoes (so comfy)
-The absence of rain
-The fact that I've returned to blogging!

Things I'm Hating

-The gal at work who is all talk when it comes to getting work done
-Faking it (not like that)
-The humidity
-That my fav bloggers aren't updating regularly
-The way I feel when I wake up in the morning (sore! ... from running)
-The dread of dentist and doctor appts
-Math (today.tomorrow.forever)

Happy Sunday!

Apocalypse Now?

2011-05-22T16:13:00.000-07:00

My...my...my...it's been a while! And there's absolutely nothing moving on the guy front. We're at the famine stage of the previous post. Don't get me wrong, I still occasionally do an IM booty call to the guy who reciprocated when I decided to let him go (were you able to follow me there?). Not for sex mind you but just to make myself feel that some guy out there will talk to me without me paying him or posting a slutty pic online. Now, if he asked me to send him a slutty pic...hmmm...sadly, I might consider it though nothing will ever come out of that relationship. Why can't I cut the dang cord!?! Semi side note: Oddly enough, I do know that when a decent guy comes along I could easily drop him like a hot potato. I don't know what that says about me and whether that's healthy or not. Oh well. Hopefully, some day, we'll see.
Speaking of seeing...I went to see The Bridesmaids this afternoon and I LOVED IT! I was laughing out loud and even shed a few tears. I must note that though I did laugh out loud, it was nothing like the donkey bray of a laugh the dude one row back had!! At one point, everyone in the theatre turned to stare at him in sync! I'm not kidding. Quite obnoxious.

Let's see...what else...my foray into online dating continues. I'm not sure if I have a bad pic up or what but since I changed it, the hits on my profile have drastically decreased. I want to post another one but I don't want to be "that" girl. In other words, I don't want to appear as desperate as I am...Did I just overshare?

I've been on an exercise kick that I am quite proud of! Every single morning my body protests what I'm doing to it but I figure eventually it will thank me. Perhaps when I'm able to walk proudly down the beach in a bikini without cowering. That confidence thing is a killer.

To anyone who happens to stop by and read, please say hello so this doesn't feel so much like a self-help diary ;) Thanks!

Alright, I'm off to sit in the sun for a bit (with the appropriate amount of SPF protection of course! ~Georgie

P.S. How about that non-Apocalypse?

Feast or Famine

2011-03-10T04:50:00.000-08:00

I'm so confused! But in a good way...I think. Guy who I ended things with(because things had never really begun)after six months of online chat...is back. BUT it took him three weeks so once again I'm in that skeptical mode. What, did he have trouble finding someone as good as my fabulous self? Did he really miss me? Is he now just out for revenge? I could SO be a conspiracy theorist! Now, did he call me? No. Did he write me a letter? No. While I was chatting to another guy on the online dating website that we met on...his IM window pops up and I accepted it. He began furiously typing saying that I couldn't say no to what we could be or that it was over, that he does want to meet me very much, that he likes me and that because our past relationship experiences are so vastly different that's why he's going at such a snails pace. And then the kicker: I'm the first person he's talked to or had feelings for since his divorce and he's not sure what's fast or not and is not good at saying how he feels.

WHAT DO I DO?

Should I even buy any of this? And what has made me so cynical and afraid of getting hurt? Especially since once I threw myself back out there on the site I've found quite a few possibilities and there's also the fact that I'm half waiting on the guy that I kind of loved to pop up again as he does at the most inopportune moments.

We shall see...

How to ask for a raise

2011-02-24T15:38:00.000-08:00

How does one ask for a raise? What? You saw the title and thought that this would be a "How to"? Not so much. I know I'm worth more than what I'm currently being paid and it's never more evident than when I'm out of the office for a day and there's a communication/understanding/productivity/overall office breakdown.

I feel I should immediately walk in tomorrow, stop in front of my boss's desk and say, "Show me the money because (as you saw yesterday), I'm more than worth it."

Oh if I only I had the balls! Which is another thing. If I had balls,there's no doubt about it that I would be paid more. It seems I get fu%$ked coming and going.

Missing in Action AKA Kidnapped by the Toker

2011-02-24T14:00:00.001-08:00

Where the heck have I been you wonder? I've been living it up with the toker/maryjane smoker. I know. I told you I was going to run but I didn't. I wasted about a half a year of my life texting and flirting with him. Did we ever talk on the phone? No. Did we ever meet? No. He said he was taking it slow because he felt we had something special. Even as I type this, I think to myself: GEORGIE...WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING!?! Apparently I was thinking that I want love or at least like with someone. Apparently I was also being a glutton for love's punishment (yet again). After countless nights texting each other to sleep, I "broke things off" after Valentine's Day came and went with...nothing. That was my long overdue wake up call. I told him that I wanted to be with a guy who ACTUALLY WANTED TO MEET ME and one who wanted to actually kiss rather than just talk about it. I ended my Dear John e-mail by saying that I refused to be the crazy internet girl who liked a guy who could never like her back. So...there you have it. Dumb Guys 5/ Georgie's Heart 0.

I'll be damned if I give up though. How hope springs eternal, I'll never know.

Pajama Day

2010-12-06T16:46:00.000-08:00

I have spent all day long in my pajamas watching Dawson's Creek. Sadness (but not to be admitted to anyone but the blogosphere: pure awesomeness)! Oh, teenage angst I miss thee! The Christmas tree is lit, presents are wrapped and the pizza should be arriving shortly. Georgie out.

Coach, Put Me in the Game (aka): Gotta Have Heart

2010-12-05T19:27:00.000-08:00

I had a conversation with my little sister last night who has decided to swear off guys for the foreseeable future. She says she's tired of playing the game, putting herself out there and not finding anyone of interest, or anyone who is interested in her. She likened herself to a football player who has been red-shirted and is actually happy to stay on the bench. I, on the other hand, am that underdeveloped pipsqueak that in all actuality should not be allowed on the field but begs the coach game after game to "just put me in". I take a lickin' and keep on tickin'. The dating world has not been all that good to me but I still respect it and want to draw all that I can from it. My heart has been kicked, crushed and crapped on but the dang thing keeps on beating and holding out hope that there is some random fabulous guy out there just for me. And it's absolutely fine if he's fabulous in no one's eyes but my own. So, put me in coach! I can take it! Please! I may not have what it takes physically but you can't deny that my heart is in the game.

Me mum and dad

2010-11-21T19:19:00.000-08:00

I am ashamed of what my poor mum and dad had to witness when they visited me this evening. I was unaware that they were coming and was (and am) still sick and running a temperature of 102. They knocked on the door and a half dressed, sweating, crying, pink-eyed probably smelly being, that in the loosest sense of the word resembled their daughter, stood there sobbing. My dad just looked confused and as if he was ready to bolt. My mum had her usual "pull it together" stare firmly in place. It was just what I needed. I'm still not 100% (more like 55%) but that's ten times better than how I was before they visited. Thanks mum and dad!

Sickeningly Beat

2010-11-19T14:19:00.000-08:00

I am sick. Sicker than sick perhaps. Not in a perverted, you're disgusting way but in a I FEEL disgusting way and want to curl up and die, my hair is matted and crying out for help and I haven't slept in four days sick. Know what I mean? I hate chicken noodle soup with a red hot passion and the only time I even deign to drag it out of the cabinet is when I'm in the midst of flu-like symptoms. I've been eyeing the soup can for the past hour...

Back in the saddle again

2010-09-29T18:59:00.000-07:00

So, here I've been: broken, a shell of a woman...Yeah not really but I HAVE been going through a dating dry spell. I realized this and returned to the exciting world of online dating. And...I MET A GUY! He seemed like the bees knees. We talked for a few days and he made me feel all giggly and girly. Then, we got to the nitty gritty...the dealbreakers (cue screaming female from stage right). Now you remember previous guy (who still hangs on to a teeny tiny itty bitty corner of my stupid heart) with which I had to part ways because of the demands he was wanting to make on my uterus (i.e. his determination to have six to eight children)?

Well, I didn't think his deal breaker could be beat. Oh, dear blogosphere, but it was. New dude informed me that he happens to be a sex fiend and that he likes to smoke pot. BUT...if things go well between the two of us and really develop, he'd be willing to stop...

WHAT...

THE...

HELL???

Running!!!!!

I realized I had no life when...

2010-08-07T20:25:00.001-07:00

...my boss called me at 10:20 PM on a Saturday night, and expected me to be in, to validate his blackberry...and I was...and I did.

Simple needs

2010-07-20T20:00:00.000-07:00

Sometimes all a girl needs is a good run, a possible love interest, and a cup of Sleepytime tea to end the day on a relatively good note.

One is the loneliest number

2010-06-27T16:10:00.000-07:00

...especially when attending a wedding.

One of my best friends got married this weekend and I was in the wedding party. I must pause here to say that she was a goregeous and giddy bride and the guy who married her is a lucky fellow.

Back to me...when atending the wedding rehearsal, feelings of aloneness, though I was surrounded by all of their family, began to surface. And nothing quite hit home on the loneliness scale as walking down that wedding aisle knowing that there was no one waiting for ME at the end of it and that no one was waiting for me back home either. Needless to say there were various teary moments throughout the weekend and various reasons for them. My emotions were on a roller coaster of happy and sad.

Post note: I did catch the bouquet (and yes, my friend did aim it towards me and I evil-eyed any all all fellow contenders). The bouquet is sitting on my coffee table now...in it's vase...alone...staring at me.

Fin

Missing in action

2010-06-14T19:07:00.000-07:00

What's been going on in my life since I last blogged you ask? Time for bullet points! And no, I haven't gotten angry and grown a twig and berries. Read about that below...

-I went to Europe (and am SO HAPPY to be back home)
-I realized that Europe is a wonderful place for lovers...wish I had one
-I've gotten on a fitness kick. I joined a gym and my second day there I watched a guy fall out in the middle of his workout and the paramedics were unable to resuscitate him.
-I've realized that while I appreciate the "Team" mentality, I really love getting work done on my own and am about ten times more productive alone than when working with other people (i.e. I can do my work and their work SO much faster)
-I still love the music of Train
-I miss the beach. Darn you BP!

Oh, of all the museums, churches and gorgeous architecture I saw on the trip, the pic above was the one that really made me smile. Got to love angry teenage graffiti artists.

Fin

Strep Throat and Tonsillitis

2010-05-16T16:51:00.000-07:00

Be jealous my friends...be very jealous...NOT! Who gets strep throat and tonsillitis at the same time. Umm...yeah...that would be me. What kills me about the whole thing, besides the sore throat, is that before I knew I was sick my ass went to work...early! To be more specific my ass worked several thirteen hour days with no lunch while others called in sick. What...the...hell?! I managed to make it in to work with every throat infection known to man but others were calling in sick!?!

And before you get too excited, I didn't get diagnosed until Friday afternoon when I left work and drove straight to an urgent care to get checked out.

Talk about(wo)manning up. I wish others would do the same. Cough, cough (ouch!) -you know who you are- that fake-called in sick on Friday. Loser.

Moody McMoodster

2010-04-18T20:05:00.000-07:00

Lately couples and couple-y things have been driving me nuts. I usually love to read romance novels and right now I can't stomach them. Watching couples lying on blankets in the park makes me want to cry not to say anything about those who are throwing Frisbees or flying kites. I'm so jealous of the camaraderie, the happiness, the seemingly carefreeness (new word!) that they exhibit. I want it. I want that happiness without worrying that I'm more in like/love with the person I'm with than they are with me. Without having to worry about whether or not I'm truly being myself around said person or if I'm pretending to be the person I wish I were...Confused sounding? I know.

And I wasn't lying in the previous post about things really being ok, but today(this weekend actually) has been one of those of where I'm just determined to pick at old scabs.

(Please notice my use of band-aids and scabs all in one day...yech...but fitting)

Peeling off the bandaid

2010-04-18T11:13:00.001-07:00

So, while I know I need to cease and desist with all communications from guy, I'm struggling to do it. Yes, I've deleted his number but I know I could find it again, easily, if I wanted to. Yes, I can choose to ignore his IMs and when I do consider it a shallow victory for myself. But is it really when I want so badly to respond? The guys an idiot and I know it but I'm a bigger one because I'm dumb enough to (try to) hold on to something that no longer exists.

Who knew?

2010-04-11T17:58:00.001-07:00

Life really does go on. This has been an intersting year so far. It's been a year of firsts, of funerals, of finding like (as opposed to love),of losing it,and learning that I am in fact resiliant and I have a thing for jumping back on the dang horse that wants to buck me off.

Things are good right now and fingers crossed that they stay that way or perhaps even improve.

He Just Wasn't That Into Me

2010-03-16T19:22:00.000-07:00

Guy and I are kaput. Finito. Done. The past weekend that we spent together was so perfect...that it was scary at the same time because there was a huge elephant (or should i say crib) sitting in the room. Yes, the dealbreakers broke us. He's determined to have six to ten children and I don't want (and it would be near impossible for me to have)that many (if any). Which he knew/knows.

After a rather heated and lengthy exchange two days later, we determined that we're going to be...you guessed it people...(drum roll) "just friends".

Problems arise though when he doesn't want to respect the boundries. Certain discussions and kidding around that we used to do before are now off limits.

So, there you have it people. It appears that I am perfectly lonely.

Side rant: I am sick and tired of being seen as a freakin brood mare. This is the second time that issues regarding the (ridiculas) number of children a male hoped to have has ended a relationship. Well eff you guys. Not me (which seems to be the inclination these days).

Second verse same as the first

2010-03-14T19:09:00.001-07:00

(See previous post)

Today that song plays truer than ever. Another weekend that I got to spend with guy and more questions and red flags than ever. The time we spent together was amazing but had this bittersweet tinge because of both of our relationship deal breakers and life goals. I'm one of those people who does not necessarily want children and even if I did, it would be a real toss up over whether it's even a physical possibility.

He's the guy who has always wanted a large family. I want three to five years with just me and my man before kids are even thought about. He wants (and would need) to start babymaking immediately as his baby mama has six years of pregnancy in front of her.

I want my man and I to be financially stable and able to do the things we want to do for fun in life. There 's no way (with his deal breakers) that financial security could ever be a possibility.

He's willing to be a stay at home dad and I'll be damned if I stay at home with six children and damned if my man doesn't get out the house and earn money as well. But what can you do? You couldn't send that many kids to daycare.

He has literally become fixated with my stomach. He says it's because I'm so fit and he loves the feel of it. I think he's secretly imagining me pregnant. This weekend at one point he was rubbing away on the ole belly again and then leaned down and said, "Hello little fella!" It.freaked.me.out. and I told him. While he still occasionally will get the rubs in, he now knows that he has to "simma down now" (anyone remember that one?). I don't know. This is a good guy who is completely wrong for me and (to be honest) I'm a great gal who is totally wrong for him. We should call it off right? Stop things before they go any further since neither of us is really willing or able to let go of our dreams. And to be honest, we really shouldn't have to.

If we carried on, eventually one or both of us would be miserable and blaming the other person even when there would really be no one to blame except for ourselves.

Just Be Gentle With Me

2010-03-08T18:34:00.000-08:00

There's a song that has a line which says,

"So just be gentle with me and I'll be gentle with you. My heart gets broken so easily so just be gentle be gentle with me."

Or something along those lines. Anywho, it's a fitting song for my life right now. I'm right on the edge of thinking about maybe possibly considering the fact that there's a change of my potentially falling into something past deep like with guy i.e. love. But I can't believe that he could feel the same way. Umm...does this sound familiar (yes it does. see my previous post.)? Guy knows how to say the right things. When I'm panicking over something or getting ready to work up to a big sad he has this way of completely dissipating it. Poof! Gone. And then I consider the fact that perhaps I'm just easy (not sleazy easy either). I mean that perhaps it doesn't take all that much to move me. Today guy said, "Even if you were pickled toenails, I'd like you." Yep, that's guy. Cutely gross. Or he'll say something simple out of the blue like, "You brighten my day." Which throws me because that's what he does for me.

And he knows that talking about certain "things" (you know what I'm talking about) makes me a litle uncomfortable and will tease but never push regarding it. He says when we talk about "it" I get all flustered and start going vague. Which (sadly) really does describe it. But the way he deals with it is cute and funny.

Are you gagging yet? I would be. Who wants to hear some gal gush about some guy? I know, no one. But this is my bloggy blog so I can do whatever the hell I please and today I feel like thinking about and complimenting guy.

Until tomorrow my friends, when he'll do some crazy shit that will piss me off and I question what it is I find so great about the sweet, hot, funny guy that I'm so afraid to call mine.

Hmmm

2010-02-28T19:48:00.001-08:00

So I know you're tired of hearing about guy but I feel like this is one of the only places where I can find a captive audience for my woes and grumblings. Don't think that I don't appreciate you for listening/reading because I do!

Ok, saga nine thousand four hundred and thirty-three regarding guy.

Every time I'm ready to throw in the towel he does something that reels me right back in. Not that whatever made me want to give up was worth actually giving him up over. I guess what I'm saying is that I'm so freakin insecure that I'm constantly questioning him. His compliments, whether or not he really does like me or if he's just saying that, who he's out with (even when he tells me their names!). I guess I just have a huge problem beleiving that a guy like him (who is just overall pretty great: hot, funny, and sweet)could really be interested in someone like me. Not that I'm a dog :) but I'm not what I would call hot or sexy...but he does (???). Cute...that I could agree with, anything more than that and I call him on it.

How do you know if it's real? And do you ever really know? That whole stepping out on faith in relationships (of any kind) seems to hurt me every time and I know I'm doing everything in my power to make sure that it doesn't happen again. But I also realize that without putting myself out there and opening myself up to possible hurt I'll never really experience a true relationship and that my friends,SUCKS!

Guy

2010-02-11T21:41:00.000-08:00

You know there are the times when you're with "the one" who is the current one (did you follow that?) and wonder whether or not you need to dial it back because you're scaring yourself and fear that you're going to scare him away too? That's how I feel about guy. I become clingy. Which, to be honest, is something that I truly despise. Knowing that he's leaving to head back home (which is six hours away) starts to hit me halfway through our time together and I have to fight to not let the future change how I'm behaving in the present. I was literally wrapped around the guy (hugging him people!) and literally did not want to let him go as we were saying goodbye. He just kept rubbing my back and lightly kissing my head which made me want him to stay even more. We've talked about the kissing and all that (he says he tries to convey what he's feeling in his kisses) and I tell him that it's the little things that he does that make me melt. I'm not complaining about the kissing mind you but it's the tiny things that he does (and is unaware of) that make me want to grab hold of him and never let go.

And then he kissed me

2010-02-06T18:24:00.000-08:00

My man has the sweetest kisses (as far as I know anyway)
Today's one of those days where I'm taking it back to that first kiss. The one where I was nervous...knew where things were leading when he got "the look". And just ducked my head into his chest and muttered, "I'm nervous". To which we had the whispered exchange of:

"There's nothing to be nervous about...We don't have to"
"I want to...I'm just really nervous"
"Do you want to sit in the car"
"No...You're going to have to tell me what to do. I've never done this"
"You'll be fine"
****ENTER THE FIRST KISS****

I still kind of lick my lips and tiny smile when I think about it. Was it everything I thought it would be...I don't know. I think I loved the holding (g-rated hugging people!) and forehead kisses best actually.

There you have it...a short trip down memory lane.

Day with guy...pretty darn wonderful.

Sleepless in Blogland

2010-02-02T02:16:00.001-08:00

It's four in the morning and I can't sleep. I've gotten (maybe) a total of six hours of sleep in the past four days. Cannot.keep.this.up. Why can't I sleep? See previous posts. I'm also dealing with the headache to end all headaches...blah...blah...blah...grumble...grumble...grumble...the end.

Life on the outside

2010-01-31T18:49:00.000-08:00

Recently, the former co-worker that I told you about here came back to the office for a visit and looked great. And not just doe-dee-doe great either. She looked tanned-thirty-pounds-less-and-better-clothing-glowing-skin-happy-great. Needless to say, I was jealous! I also thought to myself, "I'm going to be a freakin drop dead gorgeous gal once I leave this job! Can't wait!

Things with guy: Not too shabby. We have a beach date next weekend.

Hardly hating or hating hard?

2010-01-30T07:52:00.000-08:00

Hating HARD would be the phrase for today. It's Saturday morning and I sit here at my kitchen table, in my pajamas, getting ready to get on a call with a client who doesn't know how to speak to anyone without the appropriate tools...ie...a penis. This gets old my friends. The killing him with kindness thing is killing me! I think there should be a law that bans pompous jackasses from being able to make it in the world.

Though I'm thankful that I have one, I.hate.my.job.

Gushy McGusherson

2010-01-16T09:49:00.000-08:00

So, my guy (I know! Still??) has the most wonderful smile! Whenever he does I have to stop myself from getting a kooky adolescent grin in response. It.just.melts.me. To be honest, I would have to list it as one of my favorite things. Fin.

Relationship Deal Breakers

2010-01-04T17:48:00.001-08:00

So my guy and I had the deal breakers conversation last night. You know the "What are the things that you must have/can't have in your proposed future mate?" His deal breakers are how many kids she will be willing to have and where she won't live. So I asked the most logical follow up question, "How many kids are you wanting to have?" He (seriously) answered..."Six".

Um.............what?

I told him he didn't want a wife he wanted a brood mare. He asked, "Well is that a no?" I responded, "It's a HELL no. We're going to have to be just friends."

Sad really, you know?

A picture is worth a thousand words

2010-01-02T16:59:00.001-08:00

It's only day two but I think I'll actually enjoy taking a pic a day throughout the year. Here's hoping that there are good things and good reasons for taking pics.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

2010-01-01T19:24:00.000-08:00

Adios 2009...Hello 2010! Last year's motto was "My time in 2009" and that was a bust...meaning it failed. This year's motto is, "It ain't happening again in 2010".
I've got to start living my life and stop worrying so much about what others think.

2010 Resolutions:
1-Snap a picture everyday to document this year's journey.
2-Dress to impress
3-Run SIX road races (PROTECT YOUR KNEES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
4-Do Peru. You're scared to take the jump Georgie but you can do it.
5-Try to be happy, live in the moment and quit worrying.

What are your resolutions?

Good luck.

2020 - There's nothing to fear except fear itself.

Avatar...Loved it!

2009-12-19T19:06:00.001-08:00

Went into the movie not expecting to be impressed. Walked out of the movie happily satisfied. You had your romance, your adventure, what more can you ask for?

Cheesy Commercials

2009-12-10T10:24:00.000-08:00

So, lately, because it's Christmas, there have been more and more of those oooey gooey jewelry commercials that make me...wistful. I could care less about the jewelry but I do love the whole courtship/romance whimsy behind the whole thing. I get that these commercials represent the ideal (well, ideal if a carat or two were added and the newborn baby scenarios were subtracted) but isn't that what we're to try and achieve?

I want my Kay Jeweler's commercial!

Am I the last of the cowboys?

2009-12-09T15:53:00.000-08:00

Or should I say cowgals? Ranch hands? Anyway, I'm talking about Facebook. To be honest, I just don't get it. I mean, it's great for keeping tabs on friends from the past and to compare yourself to past enemies and utter, "Uh huh, I see you got yours in the form of thinning hair and a beer gut. Who's the loser now?" Other than that, I see it as just one more thing for people to get upset with you about for absolutely no reason whatsoever.

Take my sister for example, she will go into hysterics (so I exagerate a little) if she befriends some random guy and he doesn't return the favor...Really?

And just today I was called out by a former university roomate who befriended me about...oh a year ago...and I haven't done anything about it...Seriously?

It seems everyone is reverting back to kindergarten where we kept a list of all of our friends in our TOP SECRET diary. What? None of you did that? Well...neither did I... (Note to self: ponder childhood self worth)

Fin.

Note: Speaking of university and friends, a good one of mine lost his two year old daughter in an accident over the weekend and they're unsure about whether or not his wife will ever be able to walk again. Please take a minute to say a prayer.

Revenge of the nerds

2009-12-08T15:45:00.001-08:00

This week at work we've been working on team building and have had a different theme(dress up idea) for every day of the week.

Keep in mind that the office where I work is rather non traditional (as you may have gathered from previous posts).

Today was Geek Day. My boss, who was unaware of the team building idea, walked into my office this morning and just stared at me for several seconds and then went on as if nothing were amiss. I commend him for that (and also wonder if my outfit was closer to what I normally wear than I had imagined)!

When one of my co-workers came in, we just stared at each other and cracked up laughing. One of us was sporting a horrible combover (me) and the other was sporting pigtails and a retainer. We had suspenders, argyle socks, pocket protectors, over sized glasses, our belts were way above our waists and we were flashing a lot of sock! I'm glad we all decided to do it because it made the work day go by faster and everyone kept a smile on their face.

I would post a pic but fear it could be used as blackmail!

It's a wrap (or else)

2009-12-07T19:06:00.000-08:00

I WILL get all of my gifts wrapped this evening or else...err...

Or else I will wrap them tomorrow evening. How the heck do you wrap a camelbak? And why did my sister ask for one?

Mission Accomplished

2009-12-06T16:01:00.000-08:00

So, I had a New Year's resolution that included running at least five road races. I completed my final one this weekend. Despite being told not to run and to undergo physical therapy, I did it anyway (reckless and stupid, I know). My time, even though I had not trained, was not too shabby. My knees, on the other hand, are killing me! As are my thighs, my calves, my back...Need I continue? But how happy am I to have gotten that accomplished? Slightly ecstatic to be honest! Here's to me!

SIDE NOTE #1: This has also been a rather busy weekend. Christmas decorating...check. Complete Christmas shopping...check. I still haven't quite gotten the Christmas spirit though and I can't believe it's just weeks away!

SIDE NOTE #2: Things with guy...weird.

Fin.

My time in 2009

2009-12-03T20:21:00.001-08:00

Part of my New Year's resolution for 2009 was to enter at least five road races. Despite almost broken knee caps and a few shin splints, by the end of the weekend I will have accomplished my goal. Go me!

Should I go missing...

2009-12-02T16:17:00.000-08:00

My downstairs neighbors did it. Arrest them!

War has been declared. I don't know the date and time that the actual declaration of war was uttered...actually it probably wasn't uttered...it was bass boomed to the heavens...I'll explain.

I'm a rather simple gal. I like quiet and solitude after a nasty day at work.

However, I come home to the welcoming sound of the most annoying radio station in the continental U.S. I can hear word for word what both the announcers and the singers are saying. If necessary, I could probably sing backup or tap out the beat along the floorboards. Not saying that I actually have....Why, what have you heard?

Anywhosits.

I was accepting of this...at first. I mean, they pay rent, they deserve to listen to their music. But then I thought about it...I pay rent too! So, after yet another night of unending boombasticness, I got up ready to fight back.

Picture it: 5:00 AM. Sporting horrible bed hair, a glint in my eye and a slightly evil grin, I let them have it: Brady Bunch (The Movie) soundtrack. Take that beeyotches!

I just read that...I've reached a new low.

Judge Georgie

2009-12-01T18:01:00.000-08:00

Employee evaluations...booooooo! (Be prepared, major moaning and groaning lies ahead). Consider yourself warned.

As I was saying....Employee evaluations...I hate them. I hate giving them and I hate receiving them.

Why I hate giving them. Chapter one. You're basically being forced to judge someone. Now don't get me wrong. I judge. I'm a judger. Guilty as charged. But the judging I typically do (for example: "Those shoes with that skirt? Criminal!" or "His wife must have been angry when she cut his hair.") are generally superficial harsh judgments that the person never hears. Those are my forte. But telling someone that what they do to earn their livelihood is lacking in some way...tears me up. I want to hold their hand and say, "We're going to get through this together. Now do your work correctly or you're fired. Horrible shoes by the way but nice shirt." Ummm....yeah...inapppropriate.

Why I hate getting them. Chapter two. I am perfect. The end. Ok, so I'm not but I can guarantee that I grade/judge myself ten million times harder than my boss judges me. I will beat myself up over a project while my boss is saying to let it go. For OCD self criticizers like myself, I think evaluations of any kind (by other people) should be banned. Who's with me?

Closing Remarks. Chapter three. Who does like employee evaluations and how can I go into an evaluation less nervous than the person I'm evaluating?

Have I confused you yet?

Fin.

Where does the love go?

2009-11-29T15:14:00.000-08:00

This sounds like the title of a Sex and the City episode. But I keep asking myself that more and more as I see relationships, marriages, and friendships coming to an end around me. I think it's a good question though. While, admittedly, my heart was broken by he-who-must-not-be-named, I don't think the love(?) I had for him just disappeared.

Transformed into intense dislike and loathing...perhaps.

Still buried deep down somewhere where the light of day will never touch it again...undoubtedly.

Licking it's wounds and praying for a "how do you like me now"moment...most assuredly.

But is this the norm? Can love for an ex-friend or lover ever really disappear? Is it like a well that dries up? Do we all have a love threshold where, once you've passed the threshold, you're in no man's land? Or is love just rereleased out there waiting for the next lucky loser/lover to take hold of it and reach for the stars?

Flattery will get you...

2009-11-16T18:51:00.000-08:00

So, I like a guy. Big deal...right? Right, it completely IS a BIG DEAL...to me anyway...

So he gave me a compliment today...I think. And I quote:

"You are effin' awesome...and cute."

What a sweet talker.

I'm going to quote my girl Marilyn Monroe today, "If you can make a girl laugh - you can make her do anything..."

People, the boy makes me laugh.

2012

2009-11-16T18:43:00.000-08:00

Thoughts...just one: Meh.

Ok a few more thoughts...over the top, a complete suspension of reality, the kind of movie where you go in and shake your head -not only at what is happening on the screen but also over the fact that you knew, when you handed over the $10+ bucks to see the movie, you were there to see an end of the world movie on steroids. And that even while the storyline's completely impossible, it is...no matter how much you want to deny it...exactly what you paid to see.

And it makes no apologies for it.

The best line of the movie was something along the lines of, "Come on baby. Lift that big ass for Sasha!". Kind of priceless really. Who thinks up this stuff? Oh, wait...Roland Emmerich.

Un otro post de nada

2009-11-08T11:56:00.000-08:00

The weather that we're experiencing right now is FANTABULOUS! You couldn't ask for better weather. I just spent a few hours at the park reading in the sun and then went for a walk...pure bliss. Here's hoping that this is the start of a great week.

That Guy

2009-11-07T19:42:00.000-08:00

This is an odd post following yesterday's but remember that post: What do you do if something is wrong with Mr. Right? Yeah, I didn't think so, that's why I let you link. Anywhosits...I'm really liking that guy and still getting the red flags. I know, what's stopping me from getting the heck out of Dodge you ask? All I can respond with is that I have absolutely no freakin' clue.

Technological Flirting

2009-11-05T18:16:00.000-08:00

I have come to realize that I'm something of an electronic flirting guru. I know. I know. Please hold your applause. More and more often friends come to me for cutesy comebacks to email flirtations (most, if not all of which, result in dates (if they're not already dating the person in question)). What in the world? I'm launching more dating ships for others than I have launched in my entire life...period. I'm doing something wrong!

Good Days

2009-11-04T17:56:00.000-08:00

Some days are just good days. Days when you're in a great mood and smiling. Smiling and cheesing it so hard that people wonder what you're up to or if the mental break that they've always feared has occured. Well...today was that kind of day (no, not my mental break day) but just a downright dirty good day! Hope all of yours went (and are going) just as well.

Breast Cancer Walk

2009-10-31T16:45:00.000-07:00

Recently a friend of mine's parent passed away after a long fight with cancer. While it was not breast cancer, it made the breast cancer walk(RUN) that I did today even more meaningful. As the survivor's led us to the start, I got a little choked up. We have got to find a cure.

Football Fan?

2009-10-31T16:40:00.001-07:00

So, I love my hometown football team. I don't know when it started. I wasn't always a fan but a couple of years ago, when we played FSU (and I cheered so hard that I was without my voice for several days), I realized that I was hooked...addicted if you will. And now I sit here watching a streaming version of the game on my computer because I couldn't be there in person today. Kick a$$ guys!

THIS IS IT

2009-10-31T16:30:00.001-07:00

So, at first, I wasn't all that excited or wanting to see the movie. However after hearing good reviews from my mother and my sister saying that we should see it...I gave in. I was pleasantly surprised. I didn't feel that it lifted up Michael Jackson larger than he was but it did make you realize that no matter what beef you may have had with the man, you cannot deny that he was a musical genius. His understanding of rhythms and beats was rather awesome to watch. I was surprised to see, that while I never thought of him as being someone who really stood up to people, he kindly but firmly voiced his wants and concerns to those in his production. He knew what he wanted and was not satisfied until he got it. As far as the performance was concerned, he refused to settle for mediocrity. And with all criticisms, he stated them quietly, firmly and with love L.O.V.E. love. And that's how I felt about the documentary (because "movie" just doesn't really seem like the word that should be used to describe it).

Not so wild about the Wild Things

2009-10-25T17:54:00.000-07:00

So, I went to see Where the Wild Things Are. I loved the book as a child and the movie received rave reviews. What I wonder is: Why? It was pretty horrible. Sure, some of the monsters and costumes stayed true to the book but that was about it. It was a dark and twisty movie (to use Grey's Anatomy language). And the line that you kept waiting to hear (because you saw it five million times in the previews): "I could you eat you up I love you so." made me shake my head.

I could have walked out of the movie I hated it so.

Falling in love with fall

2009-10-17T18:20:00.000-07:00

Fall is in the air! The leaves are starting to change and the temperature is dropping. Warm, comfy sweaters are being pulled out and over hair that begins to spring up with static charge. Apple cider and cocoa make their triumphant return and heaters are slowly coming on, back from their summer break. This is one of the most wonderful times of the year. [WITH HOT CIDER MUGS RAISED, MAY WE ALL CHEER:] To fall!

My love affair with exercise

2009-10-12T19:37:00.000-07:00

As you may (or may not) have realized, I've had a long, torrid, and often abusive relationship with exercise. No matter how much it beats me or hurts me...I just keep on coming back. I love it! Today I was abused by Turbo Kickboxing. It.kicked.my.butt. I'm limping, but at the same time...man it feels good!

Un post de nada

2009-10-09T18:13:00.001-07:00

I've got nothing today really. Everything is going well...internet crush is back though I'm not holding my breath...he's nice...but seriously? I think not. Work is satisfactory. Life...is...good...? No real plans for the weekend but to catch up on some desperately needed shut-eye and maybe find a few good novels to nod off over. Happy Friday!

UPDATE: Internet crush pooped on my night (and Ipooped on his!) Fin!

Stop...no...Go...no STOP!

2009-10-04T16:20:00.000-07:00

So, I directed traffic during a road race this weekend. Do I have any experience whatsoever in directing traffic...ummm...not so much. I managed to only (almost) get myself hit five times and (almost) directed cars to (almost) hit three runners. All in all, a success. Everyone came out alive. I now cannot lift my arms above my boobs without feeling major pain. After all of this...I'm so ready to run another race and now realize, more than ever, how much race volunteers and personnel put into these events.

Elevator Memories

2009-10-01T19:45:00.001-07:00

I walked towards the elevator at work, not really thinking about anything, but once I stepped into it I was enveloped in the fragrance of my old college crush. I actually took a few seconds and closed my eyes and inhaled. The smell's so comforting to me for some weird reason and reminds me of fall, leaves, and sweaters. By the time the doors slid open I had a nostalgic goofy smile on my face. Completely unexpected memory jolt there but nice all the same.

Music I'm loving right now: Mika's The Boy Who Knew Too Much

This human race

2009-09-29T20:37:00.001-07:00

Sometimes you look at the human race and you just think: Wow, you (as a whole) amaze me! Today...is NOT one of those days. I'm currently having to deal with an individual that has the most moronic, prehistoric, and asinine thought processes I've ever had the displeasure of hearing or reading. What makes it worse is that this person does not realize how wrong what they're saying is (And no, this is not one of those "let's just agree to disagree situations". This is a your-thought-process-is-so-wrong-and-disturbing-that-you-should-seek-help type of situation) but because of circumstances, I must deal with this person anyway -and no, this is not anyone in my office!

As much as I/we hate to admit it, hate exists in this world and there are some days, where even with all the good, the bad gets mighty dang depressing.

That was the day the uterus...cried

2009-09-22T16:14:00.000-07:00

So, I'm not a gal who really wants to have kids. I'd like to have the option should some day a miracle happen and I want to experience the wonder that is having a child...but not today...and not anytime soon...nowhere in the foreseeable future...capice? Anywho, there's this guy who is an acquaintance (who, to be honest for the most part just freaks me out for no real reason even though he's nice enough). He's married (so don't let your minds even go there). And he and his wife do not have children yet but they want to. Well, whenever I see this usually stern and socially inept man around kids or even puppies...I think my uterus melts. I'm serious. I hear the Wicked Witch of the West's "I'm melting" coming from lady parts.

This guy was made to be a dad and something about a guy who turns into a COMPLETELY different person when around children (or dogs!) gets a major Awwwwwww from me, my weeping uterus and my broken (so I thought) biological clock. And that folks, is a miracle in itself!

Here's hoping that this guy gets to be a father someday. He'll make some little guy or gal a wonderful dad!

A little sadness in my life

2009-09-21T16:43:00.000-07:00

For all current intents and purposes: sadness=patheticness (new word!)

So, call me a Johnny-come-lately but I just now found out about Chad Michael Murray and Hilarie Burton NOT returning to One Tree Hill for Season 7. Wow. I just didn't see that coming (granted I'm sure the rest of you (that even care) saw it coming as it was announced almost a year ago). I guess I've been...busy?? Who knew?

Now, I watched the latest episode and what kills me about the whole thing is that it seems the writers are not even going to try to explain absence of those two characters. Unless I missed something, which is not hard to imagine.

What the crap!?! And seriously, what's really left for those two actors?

Daily Affirmation

2009-09-15T17:29:00.000-07:00

I am a safe, competent and skillful person. I handle any situation, no matter how small or how difficult, that arises. ~Sharon Roth

Reality: I feel unstable, have no clue how to do what you've requested, and at times am forced to fly by the seat of my pants BUT I somehow manage to "get 'er done" no matter how impossible the task is that you've set before me. Suck it!

The Swine Flu

2009-09-14T18:59:00.000-07:00

So, picture this hypothetical situation:

Your friend, we'll call her...Porgie...has been training a new girl at the office(though Porgie is the new girl's supervisor, she was in no way involved with the hiring process). New girl is slower than slow and just doesn't seem to get it (it = anything concerning the job in general or her job duties in particluar). New girl does not know the meaning of the following words: hurry, priority, triage, deadline, or due. She is a pain in Porgie's ass and has already missed three days of work in the three weeks (barely) that she has been there.
Imagine that Porgie walks into the new girl's office, to see if a project she gave her has been completed, only to find new girl browsing the internet because she thinks she has the swine flu. After comparing her symptoms to the internet listed symptoms, she determines that she has the swine flu and informs the rest of the office that she will be leaving early because she is experiencing flu like symptoms. Long story short: sinus infection. Long roid rage short: WTF!?! Perhaps Porgie will have her make up the two hours that she spent surfing the internet for flu symptoms the next time an all nighter at the office is needed.

All of this is purely hypothetical.

Seriously?

2009-09-11T19:51:00.001-07:00

It's getting late on a Friday night and I'm getting ready to head out. To the bar? No. To a happening party? That's a negative Ghost Rider. To an "off the chain" club? I wish.

I'm getting ready to head to work and expect to be there until about 3:00 AM. What is it that the children are saying these days? Oh yes, that's it: FML!

9.11.09 ~WE WILL NEVER FORGET~

Another Quick Post

2009-09-02T19:08:00.001-07:00

Music that I'm loving right now: Michael Franti & Spearhead - All Rebel Rockers. Three words: Awesome catchy beats

TV show that I'm loving: Glee (for the Broadway-singin'-wannabe in all of us)

From the Mouths of Bosses - He Strikes Again

2009-09-02T19:07:00.000-07:00

Another word that you should never hear come out of your bosses mouth: Condom

Divorce

2009-08-30T19:14:00.000-07:00

So I just found out that a former fried of mine from college is now divorced. I know that this happens every day but this is honestly the first time I've actually known someone my age to get a divorce. AND the reason we stopped being friends in the first place was because she left me on the proverbial single island to fend for myself once this guy entered the scene. Two people (me and her) who were like sisters suddenly...weren't.

A huge part of me feels so bad as it seems like she never ever gets a break and I wouldn't wish divorce on anyone. Another part of me thinks, I kind of told you so (and he even told her so - he once had a conversation with her expressing his worry over how he managed to come between the two of us and urged her try and fix things).

So I'm torn, part of me wants to reach out and be there for her and another part of me knows that I'm still not ready. I hope she's not hurting but I know that she is...

Jammin in me Jammies

2009-08-27T16:53:00.000-07:00

So, every once in a while, a gal needs to mentally catch up ie she needs to come home from work, change into fleecy sweats and watch episodes of Sex and the City while drinking wine and eating fast food. Bliss!

Top three events of the day:
-Living vicariously through my friend as she described her evening with the Jake G. look-alike (heads out of the gutter people!)
-Driving away from work
-Arriving at home and doing the above-mentioned mental catch up activities

Duck...Duck...Duck...I'M A GOOSE!

2009-08-26T16:52:00.000-07:00

So, last night a friend and I went to bar in town that we knew was likely to be pretty crowded with rather hot military out-of-towners. We got all gussied up and plunked ourselves at an outside bar with a glass of beer and a margarita. Instead of noticing all of the hot men who had descended on our city we noticed...the absence of them. Those we did see were walking past to yet another bar. We settled our bill and followed suit.

ENTER THE LAND OF OLD AND MARRIED MEN

We had a pretty strategic spot, both of us could see the male specimens coming and going. Our signal to each other for "something hot is about to pass" was "Green". If it was a "something not hot better pass on by" we gave him a "Red". Those who were just to ridiculas for words were given the signal of "CRIMSON". It was funny, to us anyway. Perhaps we were a little tipsy.

So, I turned out to be the Goose in this little Top Gun scenario. The men would approach and begin talking to me and then eventually turn to my friend. Now anyone that has read the Player's Bible knows that you are to approach the ugly friend first and then say hi to the hot one. I was insulted. But I must say, I make a darn good matchmaker/pimp.

She's meeting a Jake Gyllenhal look alike this evening at the pool(I'm not even kidding)while I sit here sipping tea and typing this blog...ummm not that I'm complaining. Sike!

Pity Party of One

2009-08-10T21:04:00.000-07:00

(Whine, whine, whine - I know it's now all that I do!)

So, the one other girl in my department has finally managed to jump off the sinking ship that is our company. She came into my office dancing (literally) today to tell me the "good" news. Now I say "good" because on the one hand, I am happy that she's finally leaving as she was my nemesis for a while there (and on some days she still is) - see blog entry one - and I can't help but be a little happy that someone managed to escape from our own version of a modern day Alcatraz. That means there may be hope (if hope still exists) for the rest of us. On the other hand, take it down a nacho when you've been given parole knowing that your fellow inmate is still serving what looks to be a life sentence and will now serve as the bit@% of the cell block all by herself. Bitter much? Hell yeah.

Summer time and the living is easy

2009-08-08T12:49:00.001-07:00

Oh the scent of crisp starch on a Saturday morning. I woke up this morning wanting to empty my ironing basket. "What the heck" you're thinking? I know. And I have no idea what came over me. I slept til nine, read for a while, took a trip to the museaum, visited a travel agency for a possible upcoming trip and then came home to iron while crying my eyes out to an old Nicholas Sparks movie that I'm just now getting to...I'm trying to decide whether or not to actually cook dinner or order out. I've been on a domestic diva kick lately which has been kind of neat but SO out of character for me. Hmm, I think I'll go take a nap and then go for a run later. Stay tuned. Hope your Saturday so far has been just as mellow as mine.

It's the most wonderful day of the week!

2009-08-07T19:57:00.000-07:00

Oh, how I love Fridays! I have decided that this weekend is going to be one of those much needed weekends where you only get out of bed to eat, wash, or grab another book. Pajama clad, bed hair, bodaciousness! I am so excited over the upcoming weekend of nothingness that I almost cannot contain it. My on little version of Shangri-la!

Letting off a little steam

2009-08-06T20:06:00.000-07:00

Have you ever had one of those days where...

1 - You're cursing at people because of their crap ass driving before you've even left your own driveway
2- You are in the mood to destroy; meaning you have the attitude of "I just dare you to approach me with crap today"
3- You find yourself sitting at a stop light in a sudden panic thinking, "Where the heck did I go wrong? This is not where I saw myself being ten years ago and I have no freakin' idea of how to get there...wait, yes I do...move to a better city and get a better job!"
4- You're calmly strolling through Target doing a little retail therapy when your retail meditation session is interrupted by an unurgeent "urgent" call from work and your anger spikes from zero to ten in less than a nanosecond.
5- You hear a happy baby giggle and think, "Poor thing. Enjoy it while you can."
6- You realize that you're only in your twenties and have already become bitter and maudlin
7-You decide to get off your ass and go to happening place in town to take part in happy hour only to realize that...wait...your town does not have a happening place (or an establishment that actually has a happy hour)
8- You find yourself at the post office with a stack of job applications saying a prayer over each one as you slide them into the mail slot of hope
9- You pass a car with a TOO BLESSED TO BE STRESSED bumper sticker and you shoot them the bird as you think about purposely cutting them off
10- You go to your blog to bitch and moan to others who are feeling the same damn way.

Have you ever just had one of those days? No? Oh...well...um...me neither.

How do you know when you've reached a new low?

2009-08-05T21:34:00.000-07:00

Perhaps when you hunt someone down by phone and e-mail, rail at their boss for their employee not getting in touch with you, and then pull said employee out of their CHEMOTHERAPY SESSION (yes, you did read that correctly) to discuss your client's upcoming chicken picatta meal (um...yeah, you read that last part correctly too)!?

I mean, I know that over the years I have become Queen Bitch at my job and am known to raise my crazy flag when something I needed done was not done correctly, but my gosh...what have I become? What happened to bright eyed and bushy tailed Georgie? Innocent Georgie? I WANT HER BACK! I believe I have stepped over to the dark side.

Long time no...me

2009-08-03T20:06:00.000-07:00

There's a song that says take this job and shove it. I've started singing it out loud at my desk while wearing an FU shirt. SERIOUSLY! I know that even I have posted about NOT posting about work. Well, I'm doing what I've warned you against. Brace yourselves!

(A wise person once said: "Whatever you do, do it with passion!")

I HATE MY JOB WITH AN UNBRIDLED PASSION!

A fiery, hot, burning passion!

A rip your clothes off, gnash your teeth kind of passion!

A toss all papers on my desk to the floor, moan, groan, flip a bird and shout "FU" to the sky kind of passion.

Ummm...did I mention that I hate my job...passionately? 'Cus I do.

Song of the day: Duh!

BRUNO

2009-07-10T21:22:00.001-07:00

So, I went to see Bruno tonight. It was so wrong! But anyone going to see it knew that going in...at least you should have. The theatre I went to carded me three different times. I didn't know whether to be flattered or pissed. And while I had heard that some critics were referring to parts of the movie as basically being soft porn, I didn't believe them. Wellll, I can tell you this, if I ever had any doubts about male anatomy or how to ward off an attack by someone holding a "weapon" of the sexual variety (Oh yes, they went there) they linger no longer!

I think I'm going to go stare at the night sky and be reminded of the millions of hot men in the world. [Crickets chirping]

Oh say can you see...

2009-07-04T20:08:00.000-07:00

So, I was sitting outside (alone) waiting for the Fourth of July fireworks show to start and, as you can probably already tell, feeling a little sorry for myself. Once again I was watching a fireworks show without a special someone to share it with (while lying on a blanket, holding hands, and whispering in wonder over how great the show is. A gal can dream, right?). Well, once the show started the self-pity disappeared. I was so thankful to be experiencing the awesomeness of that moment (whether I was with someone or not). I started thinking about those who fought (and still fight) so hard for the freedoms that so many take for granted. I began wondering what those, who have fought in wars and were watching the light show, were thinking. Whether or not they were so honored to have fought for their country or if they resented what the fight for freedom on behalf of their country took from them (their brothers and sisters in the fight, limbs, their innocence...). I stared to get so emotional and so damn grateful.

Back on the proverbial horse

2009-07-01T19:58:00.000-07:00

So, I fell off the horse so to speak when it came to my excercise routine. Now, I'm back in the saddle. I bought a few running tops and a few snazzy pairs of shorts for motivation and I've been hitting the running trails. I AM SO SORE and it feels great! Does that make me a masochist?

Song of the day: "Hurts So Good" - John Mellencamp (A little racy today, I know)

On a mission to recapture the warm and fuzzies

2009-06-28T14:42:00.000-07:00

Because my current job is sucking all of the goodness that ever existed (or that ever hopes to exist) from my soul, I decided that I needed to start volunteering. So, that at least in some small way, I might recapture the warm and fuzzies I once believed existed for everyone. (Sorry, had to wax poetic a little.) Anyhoo, I volunteered with an organization that needed volunteers to visit with the elderly in nursing homes. I thought that this would be rather easy. I started rethinking the easiness of it all as I took the required CPR certification course and watched video after video about the organization's mission statement and beliefs. Well, today I went to visit my first two patients. The first one was stuffing Cheetos and crackers into a Kleenex box in an effort to hide them. Her oxygen, which should have been going into her nostrils, was pointed directly into her eyes. The second one, who I actually think I'll just end up loving, cried out, "Oh, please don't leave me!" every time I got ready to go and my thirty minute visit turned into a two hour one. Slowly but surely I just may recapture the warm and fuzzies (as well a few fuzzy lint-coated Cheetos along the way).

Song of the day: "Heal the World" - Michael Jackson

Today is a sad day

2009-06-22T20:07:00.001-07:00

(that's all)

What do you do if something is wrong with Mr. Right?

2009-06-15T17:00:00.000-07:00

So, I'm all aflutter because of a seemingly great guy. While I know in my heart of hearts that guys can be great...I've only actually seen small glimpses of absolute greatness here and there. This guy knows exactly what to say (and not in a here's-your-line-kind-of-way), he's smart, he makes me laugh and has gorgeous eyes. Did I mention that he has gorgeous eyes? I know, I should stop with the gushing already, right? Well, with all of this gushing, I still am getting HUGE red flags and I don't know if that's due to the fact that something is wrong with Mr. Right or if it's because I just refuse to let myself be happy. Truly a conundrum.

Song of the day: :There's Your Trouble" (Dixie Chicks)

He's Baaaack

2009-06-12T22:33:00.000-07:00

Office Employee: I need your American Express card to sign up for that magazine that you requested. Do you happen to have your wallet on you?
Boss: Just reach in my pocket and get it...Whoa! Is that an American Express or are you just happy to see me?!?
Office Employee: ...

Hmmm....inappropriate? Me thinks so!

Song of the day: "Can't Touch This" (MC Hammer)

From the Memos of Bosses

2009-06-11T20:18:00.000-07:00

So, today my boss wrote an obscenity laced condescending e-mail to the entire office staff saying that someone in the office - not me - had given him the wrong percentage in an e-mail, and that we should do better work, more is expected of us, blah, blah, blah. I mean the outburst and the obscenities were seriously uncalled for and lowered the already nonexistent morale of the office. He ended his lambastic e-mail (about us not proofing our work) with the following sentence (and I quote):

CHECK YOU DARN WORK!

Umm...

Song of the day: "Hole in My Head" (Dixie Chicks)

Internet Crush (Take 2)

2009-06-09T20:02:00.000-07:00

So, my internet crush is still going strong but I think he's cheating on me. Can an internet crush cheat? He has the cutest/dorkiest name (is it his real one?). I think he's cute (have I actually seen his real picture?). Umm...does anyone else see a problem here?

Song of the day: "Hello, Mr. Heartache" (The Dixie Chicks)

Putting on my big girl panties

2009-06-08T16:24:00.000-07:00

So, I saw a picture of he who must not be named aka my nemesis aka the catalyst for the depression of 2007 aka the guy I still try to think of what I would say to should I ever come face to face with him again (are you following me?). It still hurts. You would think I would be over the whole situation by now...that if I ran into him I could say something cool and witty like, "Hello old chap, care to grab a cup of joe?" When in reality I know that if I ran into him I would give him the old stinkeye and my middle finger. So, does anyone know when the pain/sadness actually DOES go away? It's been two years already!

Song of the day: Big Girls Don't Cry (Four Seasons or Fergie (take your pick))

Girls Night: The Musical

2009-06-05T21:20:00.001-07:00

So, I recently traveled with a friend to see Girls Night: The Musical. It...was...horrible! I mean, they had all the makings of what makes up the perfect girls night out - half drunk women partying and looking to have a good time with their girlfriends. You can't go wrong with that. Oh, but they did. The costume designer MUST have been having a girls month out drinking binge that took away all sense of reality as I've never seen such hideous costumes in my life...and exactly what year is this musical supposedly set? No gal in her right mind would be caught dead in half of those outfits!

If you're thinking about going to see this show might I suggest that you read what this critic has to say about the musical (and I honestly think he was being nice). Also note that the actresses he mentions are not the ones that I saw performing in the piece. His must have been better. With that being said, I must still give a shout out to the gal who played Kate. She attempted to actually try and make something of the show. Granted she could not hold up the show all on her own. Claps as well to the gal who played Anita - her half-hearted attempt to bring a little oomph to the show was much appreciated.

To use a song that was in the show as my song of the day: "Girls Just Want to Have Fun" (You won't if you go see this travesty of a musical) - Cyndi Lauper

From the Mouths of Bosses...

2009-06-02T10:59:00.001-07:00

Boss: We should get a defibrillator for the office.
Me: That's probably not a good idea.
Boss: Why because you'd just keep zapping me?
Me (deadpan): No, I would give others a chance too...
Boss: Then what, attach it to my testicles?
Me: ...

Can we say inappropriate? Me thinks so.

Internet crushing

2009-05-29T19:06:00.000-07:00

So, I have a wee Internet crush...maybe. Make that I have a cute e-mail pen pal that I met on the net. How about that? We only e-mail once or twice a day but it's something nice to look forward to...I guess because we're both just shooting the breeze...kind of like I'm doing now. What's slightly sad is that I should step outside of my apartment more and actually meet people face-to-face. Ooooh, I know! Scary!

Song of the day: "Beautiful Stranger" - Madonna (Now that I really think about the lyrics to this song perhaps the song of the day should have been a little more tame. I sound like a crazy Internet stalker. Not that I won't Google stalk the heck out of a potential date in a heartbeat...who doesn't?)

Under the Weather

2009-05-28T18:57:00.000-07:00

Not sure what is going on but for the last several days I've been feeling nauseous, extremely weak/tired and dizzy (plus I'm running a low-grade fever). I think I have a serious case of the heebie-jeebies. When was the last time you saw those words? I'm off to take a cold shower.

Oh - on a side note, what about the Archie comics engagement? It blows my mind. I must be getting old! He can't choose Veronica!

No song of the day...I'm too tired to type anymore.

Puhtooie!

2009-05-27T16:48:00.000-07:00

Song of the day: "You're An Ocean" (Fastball)
So the other day I was walking to my apartment when I noticed some guy standing by a truck just staring at me. I ignored him and went ahead and checked my mailbox. As I was walking the rest of the way to my apartment, I noticed him approaching me and my fight or flight instincts began kicking in (to run or to pull the mace...that is the quesion). As he came closer I thought that he seemed familiar. He turned out to be someone from my hometown and we stood and chatted for a minute. At least I chatted. He began spitting. No, not on purpose. It was definitely unintentional and it was definitely gross. I think he noticed me dodging it a few times and there were several times when I did not dodge in time (retching noises). It would have been worse if he weren't such a sweetie and wasn't trying to use his man-flirt powers. I finally managed to end the conversation by saying I had to get ready for my dance class. He asked for my phone number and...I....gave it to him!?! He's a nice guy ok? Not interested romantically in the least and never will be but he seemed like a nice guy. Is it wrong to give out your phone number out of a sense of pity?

BIG LOVE

2009-05-25T18:46:00.000-07:00

Song of the day: Can't Buy Me Love (The Beatles)

So, today I was propositioned to be part of a poly household. What? You don't know what that is? Wellll, let me enlighten you (with my new found knowledge). Basically, it's living in a house with several other people and no one is sexually exclusive. Confused? To put it in my terms, I was basically asked to be part of a sixty year old man's modern day harem. Now, one part of me is oddly flattered. I must be some catch if I'm being propositioned by a wealthy sixty year old man (and sadly, I'm not being sarcastic here). Now, the other part of me (a huge part)is thinking WHAT...THE...HELL? Do I look like I would be part of a poly household? While I can't seem to land a date I CAN manage to land a gig in a sexual free-for-all house? I'm confused. What kind of signals am I sending? I don't ask for much. Just an average guy with a good sense of humor, preferably born in the same decade. Teeth - optional. Body odor - perhaps we could work on that. See, I'm easy. WHOA! Take that back...especially if my sixty year old wanna be sugar daddy's reading!

Goin' on a Trip

2009-05-13T20:01:00.000-07:00

Don't know the who, what, when, where, how or why of it yet but I've got to get out of here before I go STIR CRAZY! TOO LATE! Where to go? Do I stay stateside or pack my passport? On a different subject, I got my Internet service back...what was that...an angelic chorus bursting into song? Me thinks so! Maybe that will mean more posts. Oh, more random than random...it looks like I'll never be able to have children (weren't expecting that were you...well, me neither). Not that having children was ever really something on my life's list of things to do but one does like to have options...ya know? Alright, not dwelling on it anymore. This post is getting a little morose.

Song of the day: Travelin Through (Dolly Parton)

Words that should never come out of your bosses mouth...

2009-05-08T14:38:00.001-07:00

1- Slut
2- Birth control
3- Bitch
4- I can't (fill in the blank) or I would have a sexual harassment case on my hands
5- I'd hug you, but you're a girl
6 - I hope you don't find this offensive, but...

Oh yes dear master, we find all of this VERY offensive (Note: These words were NOT used in reference to me...I'm a lady.)

Song of the day: Work Hard For The Money (Charli Baltimore)

Georgie, is that you calling...again?

2009-05-06T14:39:00.000-07:00

So, I have completely started harassing the poor woman who handles the phones at the place where I interviewed (I know that was all very mysterious the way I worded that, anyhoo). So basically what I'm saying for the third time is to keep those fingers crossed! They still have not made a hiring decision for the position. The crazy thing about the whole I-want-this-job situation is that there are several of us (where I currently work) who are applying and interviewing all over the place and at the same time. No one wants to be the last person here...it would mean having three times the current workload which already causes major stress and anxiety. I know cry me a river right? RIGHT! And that's the song of the day (Justin Timberlake).

Continue keeping your fingers crossed...

2009-04-28T09:57:00.000-07:00

I interviewed last week and there were literally 20 people that interviewed for the same job ahead of me. I was almost to the point of telling the interviewers that I would do ANYTHING to get the job - stating that fact ofcourse in a husky Jessica Rabbit voice while letting a hank of hair fall over one eye and allowing my boobs to rise and fall oh so delicately... ummm yeah...I'm definitely going to need you to keep your fingers crossed.

Interview with the Vampire...

2009-04-15T12:13:00.000-07:00

Song of the day: Hallelujah Chorus (Handel)

Well hopefully not...unless it's Edward Cullen. Only Twigeeks will get that reference. I have a job interview! Keep your fingers crossed.

Doesn't Matter if You're Black or White

2009-04-14T11:36:00.000-07:00

Song of the Day: Black or White (Michael Jackson)

As you may or may not have already realized, I work in a very politically incorrect office. Today I had to put together a list of all of our past clients broken down by gender, race and sexual orientation. Umm hmm, yes you heard correctly. Now how was I supposed to figure out which was which you ask? Well I had to ask the same question. By their name of course! Now call me crazy, call me stupid (feel free to call me batty) but I just don’t know the difference between a black name and a white name, a gay name and a straight name. My boss’s response (in a tone of absolute disgust), “Come on Georgie, it’s not that hard!” Evidently this gal doesn’t judge a book by its cover!

Great googalamoo!

Monday Mumblings

2009-04-13T12:30:00.000-07:00

Song of the day: Working For the Weekend (Loverboy)
Long time no blog….and not much is going on. I’m applying like a mad-woman for new jobs and nobody but nobody is hiring (and I was doing this before the official recession announcement was official)! SIGH!! So, I’m trying to figure out what to do this weekend (I know, it’s only Monday):

1- Run a 5K…there’s a Run/Walk of life event coming up that would be a good thing to do but I’m kind of wanting to travel. Side note: I’m doing really well on my New Year’s Resolution - to run at least 6 road races plus a half marathon. Half marathon is done and I only need to do three more road races. I hate to toot my own horn here but TOOT TOOT!

2- Go shopping…I’m really doing well finance-wise right now and don’t want to mess that up.

3- Travel somewhere…(see above)

4- Go on a man prowl – Seriously? Who am I kidding? That’s every weekend baby!

I just don’t know….I guess I’ve got some food for thought. Any suggestions?

I'm Feelin' Just Beachy

2009-04-04T19:02:00.000-07:00

Song of the day: Gives You Hell (All American Rejects)
Went shopping today. Just doing my little part to stimulate the economy. Also went to the beach. In a previous life, as if such a thing even exists, I know I was some kind of water nymph or sun worshiper. I feel like I’m at home on the beach and I’m so content there! Went out to eat and had the yummiest server. Every time he said, “Is everything to your liking?” all husky and accented it gave me shivery bumps on my arms and I giggled like a school girl. Sigh…all in all…a good Saturday.

Waiting on the world to change

2009-04-03T21:30:00.000-07:00

Song of the Day: Waiting on the World to Change - John Mayer
So, an older woman in my office returns from a visit to see her daughter for several days. She glides into her African American co-worker's office and plops a neon orange bag on her desk and then looks at her expectantly. Unsuspecting co-worker opens the bag to find eight jars of hair gel (which is not a product that she has ever used) and then looks up at her fellow co-worker in confusion:

Gifter: My daughter and I were the only two white women at a function that we went to and they handed out a lot of Black products. I thought that you could use these.
Giftee: Errr...I've never used hair gel before.... Maybe I can find someone who does...?

WTF!?! Get a clue!

Granted this IS the same office where the same older co-worker brought in a mixture of collard greens, black eyed peas and cornbread in a bowl and left it on the office's kitchen table as she took a call. Our boss walked into the kitchen to get a drink of water:

Boss yells out to African American worker (we'll call her Sarah): Sarah, you left your lunch on the table.
African American Sarah: Errr...that's not my lunch.

Now out of all the people who work in the office why would he assume that it's Sarah's lunch?

(Footnote: Sarah is the only African American in the office and has been told that she is the office's "Black representative").

It kills me every time I see/hear one of these rather insensitive comments made towards her. She just gets this look on her face that seems to say, "Ok, I know I'm on candid camera!" But the cameramen never appear...

Crotch Shot

2009-03-15T18:44:00.000-07:00

i(Song of the day: Take This Job and Shove It (David Allan Coe))
Now I work at a job where I have said numerous times that we ought to have our daily work life filmed for a reality tv series because no one would ever believe the things that actually go on in our office! So I walked past my boss the other day as he was stretching in the middle of the hallway (yeah, made no sense to me either):

Flexible Boss: I'm really flexible for a forty-five year old.
Me (under my breath): Maybe for a sixty-five year old.
Flexible Boss: What was that?
Me: Oh, nothing.

I then proceed to walk into the copier room, grab my papers and on the way out of the copier room:

Flexible Boss's Foot: slams itself into my crotch
My crotch: WTF!?!
Flexible Boss: That's what you get for taunting me!

And then the little crotch-kicking bugger just walked off. What the crap! If I had been a man, I would have been on my knees singing soprano! Can we say crossing the line? Me thinks so!