So I was looking online during a spare second at work, and I decided to check my hotmail e-mail. Many times, I'm lured away by the little headlines on the side. This time was no different. Not that I felt that the headline "Your Date is Ogling Another: What to Do" necessarily applied to me, but I couldn't help but be curious about what advice it gave. Does the author recommend slapping your date? Doing a striptease? So I checked it out.
And a couple paragraphs down, it said:
Is ogling ever OK?
Many a man has been busted by his date for checking out that woman at the bar, at the grocery store, or at the office holiday party, and many a man has attempted to wriggle off the hook by saying, "What?! I’m not blind, you know…" That may seem like a pretty bogus defense, but Andrea Lavinthal, co-author of The Hook-Up Handbook: A Single Girl’s Guide To Living It Up, doesn’t dismiss that excuse entirely. "Nowhere in the official relationship handbook does it say that you have to be totally blind to other people," she says. "I mean, who can ignore the salespeople at Abercrombie & Fitch? I don’t know anyone who shops there for the clothes. It’s natural to stare. For a little while."
While that's not me now, it was less than two years ago. Go me!
Friday, March 31, 2006
Sucker
Informal.
One who is easily deceived; a dupe.
Yes, this is me. Somehow, it always happens. I start a job and, being one of the few people with a good work ethic left in this world (It happens when your first job is working for your dad. Especially when you have that job from the 8th grade until the day before you leave for college. If you slack off working for your dad, it's like you're stealing. From your dad.), I always find myself with more and more being put on me to do. And I see other coworkers at my level or sometimes my boss (which, I'm sad to say, is the one this time) doing less and less. How does this always happen?
Abercrombie, Sonic, my on-campus job at OU... The only time it hasn't happened were the times I was a server, and it's hard for it to happen there. (But being a server sucks!) And now it's happened here. I thought I was done with that! That's why I went to college and got a degree -- so I could have a "real" job and no longer be making the same pay as some slacker dropout chick who comes in talking about how she took some experimental drug and has been high for the last 72 hours. At least that part doesn't happen anymore. But I still feel like a sucker.
It all started a couple months after I started working here. My boss gave me a few daily tasks. I knew they were annoying little tasks that have to be done each day, but at the time, I was excited. I looked at it as him giving me more responsibility, testing me, seeing what I could do. hahaha ... Boy, am I naive. I began to realize that he had only pushed off on me the things that weren't fun to do, things he didn't want to do. But it still didn't quite bother me -- he's the boss.
Then, one day I was in the bathroom. Another coworker was saying something about how she was ready for the day to be over (it was just before noon). I said, "Me too! I hate Thursdays!" I explained to her the task I have to do each Thursday that's tedious and takes a long time. She said, "You do that?" She said she thought my boss did it. "Nope," I said. "I do it." I quickly said that it's not so bad, it's just tedious some weeks. (Probably the most valuable lesson I learned as an innocent intern at a TV station in Oklahoma was that you can't trust most coworkers enough to talk about work problems, even when prodded.) Then, my coworker said about my boss, "Well, he's always been lazy." And she said, "If you're doing that, what in the hell does he do all day?" I thought that was a pretty damn good question. Since that day, it's made me frustrated, and I notice it more. Just knowing that I'm not the only one who feels that way and that I may actually be right ...
What prodded this is that I often get a head-start on my little Thursday projects (there are two) on Wednesday. Sometimes, I even try to get one or both done on Wednesday. Well, I had finished the smaller one and was working on the bigger one. My boss had had an appointment yesterday morning, and he managed to get absolutely nothing done in the afternoon, so all that was completed all day was my single Thursday project. (Just to add to my case, he was out the afternoon before for something else, and I had gotten everything pretty much done for that day.) I was working on the second project, but it would definitely take some time. My boss has taken on a similar, much smaller Thursday project, and his wasn't done either. He said he was going to go home and do it that night (last night), and if I could finish mine up that night, it'd be great. So I stayed late because he was going to be doing his at home later. I got mine to the point I could do no more, since I'd seen it too much and too long. I had everything ready, though, where all he had to do was trim it a bit. I even took part of my work home and did it last night. After all, he was going to be working at home, too. It only took a few minutes, but still.
So I came to work this morning and checked with him on what I had taken home. He then asked me if I would be able to do his part of the Thursday project. He hadn't done it. Now, no one else in our department knows how we divide these little "projects." It's not labeled with my name or his name. They just get done. We *ahem* he divided them that way so it would be "fair," which is funny, since I got the two biggest, and he got the smallest. But I wound up doing all three parts of our Thursday projects.
So I'm in this familiar position yet again, wondering, "If I'm doing more and more, what is my boss doing?"
At least in this job, I'm making more than minimum wage.
One who is easily deceived; a dupe.
Yes, this is me. Somehow, it always happens. I start a job and, being one of the few people with a good work ethic left in this world (It happens when your first job is working for your dad. Especially when you have that job from the 8th grade until the day before you leave for college. If you slack off working for your dad, it's like you're stealing. From your dad.), I always find myself with more and more being put on me to do. And I see other coworkers at my level or sometimes my boss (which, I'm sad to say, is the one this time) doing less and less. How does this always happen?
Abercrombie, Sonic, my on-campus job at OU... The only time it hasn't happened were the times I was a server, and it's hard for it to happen there. (But being a server sucks!) And now it's happened here. I thought I was done with that! That's why I went to college and got a degree -- so I could have a "real" job and no longer be making the same pay as some slacker dropout chick who comes in talking about how she took some experimental drug and has been high for the last 72 hours. At least that part doesn't happen anymore. But I still feel like a sucker.
It all started a couple months after I started working here. My boss gave me a few daily tasks. I knew they were annoying little tasks that have to be done each day, but at the time, I was excited. I looked at it as him giving me more responsibility, testing me, seeing what I could do. hahaha ... Boy, am I naive. I began to realize that he had only pushed off on me the things that weren't fun to do, things he didn't want to do. But it still didn't quite bother me -- he's the boss.
Then, one day I was in the bathroom. Another coworker was saying something about how she was ready for the day to be over (it was just before noon). I said, "Me too! I hate Thursdays!" I explained to her the task I have to do each Thursday that's tedious and takes a long time. She said, "You do that?" She said she thought my boss did it. "Nope," I said. "I do it." I quickly said that it's not so bad, it's just tedious some weeks. (Probably the most valuable lesson I learned as an innocent intern at a TV station in Oklahoma was that you can't trust most coworkers enough to talk about work problems, even when prodded.) Then, my coworker said about my boss, "Well, he's always been lazy." And she said, "If you're doing that, what in the hell does he do all day?" I thought that was a pretty damn good question. Since that day, it's made me frustrated, and I notice it more. Just knowing that I'm not the only one who feels that way and that I may actually be right ...
What prodded this is that I often get a head-start on my little Thursday projects (there are two) on Wednesday. Sometimes, I even try to get one or both done on Wednesday. Well, I had finished the smaller one and was working on the bigger one. My boss had had an appointment yesterday morning, and he managed to get absolutely nothing done in the afternoon, so all that was completed all day was my single Thursday project. (Just to add to my case, he was out the afternoon before for something else, and I had gotten everything pretty much done for that day.) I was working on the second project, but it would definitely take some time. My boss has taken on a similar, much smaller Thursday project, and his wasn't done either. He said he was going to go home and do it that night (last night), and if I could finish mine up that night, it'd be great. So I stayed late because he was going to be doing his at home later. I got mine to the point I could do no more, since I'd seen it too much and too long. I had everything ready, though, where all he had to do was trim it a bit. I even took part of my work home and did it last night. After all, he was going to be working at home, too. It only took a few minutes, but still.
So I came to work this morning and checked with him on what I had taken home. He then asked me if I would be able to do his part of the Thursday project. He hadn't done it. Now, no one else in our department knows how we divide these little "projects." It's not labeled with my name or his name. They just get done. We *ahem* he divided them that way so it would be "fair," which is funny, since I got the two biggest, and he got the smallest. But I wound up doing all three parts of our Thursday projects.
So I'm in this familiar position yet again, wondering, "If I'm doing more and more, what is my boss doing?"
At least in this job, I'm making more than minimum wage.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Just your average work day ...
Yeah right! So at about 4:30, one of my coworkers came to my office and said: "You've gotta go across the hall. There are penguins and a kangaroo. There's like a mini-zoo in there!"
I didn't believe her, of course, but she insisted. So across the hall I went, and she wasn't lying! When I got there, two penguins were on a table in the conference room. When I turned around, there were a couple guys walking toward the room with an albino kangaroo. Evidently it had gotten loose and started hopping around the whole office! I was too in shock to get a picture of it, but here are some I took of the other animals:
Penguin!!! He's so cute! And he was really soft.
I have no idea what this thing is or what it's called, but I think the guy said it's from Argentina or something.
Isn't he crazy looking?
Porcupine!! His quills actually felt pretty soft. But then again, I'm sure they'd have felt much different if I had been moving my hand the other direction, toward his head ...
This little guy is a lemur. Evidently they're from the jungle, and they're actually an endangered species. They're being bred, though, and doing so well that this guy said they're starting to send them back out into the wild to replenish them.
His hair (the lemur -- not the guy's) felt really cool -- kind of cotton candy like. And he was jumping around a lot. He was awesome. Check out his paws!
I didn't believe her, of course, but she insisted. So across the hall I went, and she wasn't lying! When I got there, two penguins were on a table in the conference room. When I turned around, there were a couple guys walking toward the room with an albino kangaroo. Evidently it had gotten loose and started hopping around the whole office! I was too in shock to get a picture of it, but here are some I took of the other animals:
Penguin!!! He's so cute! And he was really soft.
I have no idea what this thing is or what it's called, but I think the guy said it's from Argentina or something.
Isn't he crazy looking?
Porcupine!! His quills actually felt pretty soft. But then again, I'm sure they'd have felt much different if I had been moving my hand the other direction, toward his head ...
This little guy is a lemur. Evidently they're from the jungle, and they're actually an endangered species. They're being bred, though, and doing so well that this guy said they're starting to send them back out into the wild to replenish them.His hair (the lemur -- not the guy's) felt really cool -- kind of cotton candy like. And he was jumping around a lot. He was awesome. Check out his paws!
Woman on the move!
K called me this morning because he's planning on going home for Easter and is going to buy his plane tickets today. He wanted to know if I wanted to go with him. His family lives up in Pennsylvania, and I met them over New Year's. I'm going to PA with him in May for his cousin's wedding. But his high school/college best friend, who I didn't get to meet over New Year's, will probably be in for Easter, and I'd get to spend more time with his parents, who were both sick when I was there for New Year's.
Of course I wanted to go with him for Easter, but I didn't want him to be spending so much money for me to go with him then and again a few weeks later. So I asked him which one he'd rather have me come up for. He said the wedding. But that was when he told me Al (hs/college best friend) would probably be there for Easter, and when he told me that was when I'd probably get to spend the most time with his family. Dang it! So I debated for a while on what to do. Finally, I agreed that if he'd let me pay for part of it, I'll go with him for both.
So it looks like I'll be going to Pennsylvania twice in less than one month!
Of course I wanted to go with him for Easter, but I didn't want him to be spending so much money for me to go with him then and again a few weeks later. So I asked him which one he'd rather have me come up for. He said the wedding. But that was when he told me Al (hs/college best friend) would probably be there for Easter, and when he told me that was when I'd probably get to spend the most time with his family. Dang it! So I debated for a while on what to do. Finally, I agreed that if he'd let me pay for part of it, I'll go with him for both.
So it looks like I'll be going to Pennsylvania twice in less than one month!
Wednesday girls
I went out last night with the "Wednesday girls" (ER, her roommate Emily, WK and me), as ER's boyfriend calls us. We go out for dinner every Wednesday night. Anyway, it was a great time as usual. I was actually not looking forward to it as much because there was some tension between WK and Emily -- which meant as a result there was tension with ER and WK, too -- but it wound up being okay. It's always great to tell all the crappy stories, funny stories and great stories from work and our lives over the week. All of us but WK, who ordered a beer instead, had a mongo margarita with our dinner, so it was nice. And so was my cheeseburger!
Our waiter was funny because we kept getting into stories about our weeks or about different things, and he would almost act afraid to come up to our table because we were so wrapped up in the stories. Once, for example, ER had just told us that her younger sister, who is 20, will probably be getting married next summer. She had originally planned on grad school and all these other great goals, but now she's opting for the getting-married-and-having-a-kid-by-25 plan. All of us girls are 23 or nearing it (I'm the youngest, at just over 22 1/2.), so we reacted with a wide-eyed, "WHAT?!!" I said I don't think it's bad to have a child before you're 25, but I certainly wouldn't plan that. WK said she wanted to have lots of time alone with her future perfect husband, who she has yet to meet. And then we got onto the topic of all the wonderful stories our mothers have told us that can happen when you're pregnant, and all the changes that happen to your body after the baby. I said, "Your hair can change, your boobs can get smaller ..." and one of the girls said, "No they can't!" Then another spoke up and said, "Well, sometimes they do after you're finished nursing." And that was when Marco, our waiter, came up. Ah, being a girl is fun. :)
After dinner, I went home and watched American Idol. (I know, I'm a dork.) I was kind of sad to see Lisa go home because she's not even annoying. I was sad Tuesday night when Paris' performance was one of the best. She just annoys me! I'm ready for her to go home. And Ace is too much for me, too. My favorites, for you fellow watchers, are Chris and Kellie. I missed Kellie's performance this week (I got home halfway through, during Mandesa's performance), but in the montage at the end, it looked less than exciting.
After that, I actually went to my gym for the first time in almost two weeks. I did go with K last weekend when I was visiting him. With working late last week, though, the last thing I wanted to do when I got home was leave and go to the gym. So it was nice to do that. I have a gym confession, though: When I'm proud of the weight I do on a machine, I leave the pin in. When I think it's pathetic what I lifted, I remove the pin because I'm sure the next person will want it higher anyway. For example, when I do the hip adduction, I set the pin at 160. I am proud of this. The pin stays there when I leave, and I want everyone to see it. When I go to the bicep machine, however, I lift 30 pounds. I am not proud of this. I remove the pin. :) Once again, I'm a dork, I know.
Our waiter was funny because we kept getting into stories about our weeks or about different things, and he would almost act afraid to come up to our table because we were so wrapped up in the stories. Once, for example, ER had just told us that her younger sister, who is 20, will probably be getting married next summer. She had originally planned on grad school and all these other great goals, but now she's opting for the getting-married-and-having-a-kid-by-25 plan. All of us girls are 23 or nearing it (I'm the youngest, at just over 22 1/2.), so we reacted with a wide-eyed, "WHAT?!!" I said I don't think it's bad to have a child before you're 25, but I certainly wouldn't plan that. WK said she wanted to have lots of time alone with her future perfect husband, who she has yet to meet. And then we got onto the topic of all the wonderful stories our mothers have told us that can happen when you're pregnant, and all the changes that happen to your body after the baby. I said, "Your hair can change, your boobs can get smaller ..." and one of the girls said, "No they can't!" Then another spoke up and said, "Well, sometimes they do after you're finished nursing." And that was when Marco, our waiter, came up. Ah, being a girl is fun. :)
After dinner, I went home and watched American Idol. (I know, I'm a dork.) I was kind of sad to see Lisa go home because she's not even annoying. I was sad Tuesday night when Paris' performance was one of the best. She just annoys me! I'm ready for her to go home. And Ace is too much for me, too. My favorites, for you fellow watchers, are Chris and Kellie. I missed Kellie's performance this week (I got home halfway through, during Mandesa's performance), but in the montage at the end, it looked less than exciting.
After that, I actually went to my gym for the first time in almost two weeks. I did go with K last weekend when I was visiting him. With working late last week, though, the last thing I wanted to do when I got home was leave and go to the gym. So it was nice to do that. I have a gym confession, though: When I'm proud of the weight I do on a machine, I leave the pin in. When I think it's pathetic what I lifted, I remove the pin because I'm sure the next person will want it higher anyway. For example, when I do the hip adduction, I set the pin at 160. I am proud of this. The pin stays there when I leave, and I want everyone to see it. When I go to the bicep machine, however, I lift 30 pounds. I am not proud of this. I remove the pin. :) Once again, I'm a dork, I know.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Why I like lacy tank tops
- They can add some great flair to a solid cardigan.
- They can make anything -- even sweatpants -- look more feminine.
- If you have a great shirt that rides up or is shorter than you'd like, a lacy tank underneath can solve the problem!
- They're nice with a cute skirt or a hot pair of jeans and heels.
- They're perfect under a denim jacket.
- They're adorable under sheer shirts.
- Nothing says "girl" like a lacy tank top.
Dr. Jekyl/Mr. Hyde kind of day
This morning got a little hectic around work today. While I won't go into details about what happened, I will say there was quite a ruckus on the street in front of where I work, and there was quite a buzz around the department for a while afterword. It was definitely crazy.
But since then, I've been surfing around on the Internet and looking for something to do. This morning was unusual and flew by, and this afternoon is so slow and routine. One thing about my job is that I can't really do mine until someone else has done his or her job and sent it to me to take it from there. And the ruckus this morning prevented my boss from getting his stuff done.
So here I sit and wait...
But since then, I've been surfing around on the Internet and looking for something to do. This morning was unusual and flew by, and this afternoon is so slow and routine. One thing about my job is that I can't really do mine until someone else has done his or her job and sent it to me to take it from there. And the ruckus this morning prevented my boss from getting his stuff done.
So here I sit and wait...
Hallelujah!
Thanks to girl from florida, my background is finally fixed! Now, maybe people will actually be able to tell what my favorite color is. :) What a great way to start off the week -- by resolving something that had been annoying the crap out of me last week. lol
I only worked a few hours today, so I was getting home really early. I decided to call ER and see how she was, since I hadn't talked to her in a few days. Turns out she'd had a crappy day Saturday and today, so we decided to have one of our junk food nights. Whenever either of us had a bad day in college, we always got together and ate Sonic, Subway, Taco Bell, McDonalds or Little Caesars. It was our junk food therapy. So I drove to her place, and we went and got Quizno's. We took it to her house and watched Sex & the City on DVD. Then, we just sat and talked about our relationships. We were both in really bad ones all through college, and now we're both in great relationships with awesome guys. It's a nice change in conversation from the ones we used to have.
Yesterday was actually the 10-month marker for K and I. It doesn't seem like it's been that long. It's gone so fast! What's great, though, is we're both still so happy and excited about each other. I still feel lucky, I still get excited to see him and when he calls. We still hold hands all the time. It's awesome!
I've actually mentioned my blog to K a couple of times, but I don't want anyone I know to actually read it. K is actually starting to kind of tease me about it, since he doesn't know what I write about or where it is. I explained to him that it's sort of like an online diary, but that I don't put any names or anything too personal. But it is a nice outlet to talk about things that I can't tell him yet. I'm sure someday I'll show him this thing. So I guess that you can feel special because you can read it and he can't!
I only worked a few hours today, so I was getting home really early. I decided to call ER and see how she was, since I hadn't talked to her in a few days. Turns out she'd had a crappy day Saturday and today, so we decided to have one of our junk food nights. Whenever either of us had a bad day in college, we always got together and ate Sonic, Subway, Taco Bell, McDonalds or Little Caesars. It was our junk food therapy. So I drove to her place, and we went and got Quizno's. We took it to her house and watched Sex & the City on DVD. Then, we just sat and talked about our relationships. We were both in really bad ones all through college, and now we're both in great relationships with awesome guys. It's a nice change in conversation from the ones we used to have.
Yesterday was actually the 10-month marker for K and I. It doesn't seem like it's been that long. It's gone so fast! What's great, though, is we're both still so happy and excited about each other. I still feel lucky, I still get excited to see him and when he calls. We still hold hands all the time. It's awesome!
I've actually mentioned my blog to K a couple of times, but I don't want anyone I know to actually read it. K is actually starting to kind of tease me about it, since he doesn't know what I write about or where it is. I explained to him that it's sort of like an online diary, but that I don't put any names or anything too personal. But it is a nice outlet to talk about things that I can't tell him yet. I'm sure someday I'll show him this thing. So I guess that you can feel special because you can read it and he can't!
Weekend of movies & food
Obviously, I made it okay to Louisiana. I finally got off work at 8, so I got there about 12:45-ish. K was passed out on the couch, exhausted from a lovely 8-mile road march that morning. His roommate had gone to Houston to visit a friend for the weekend, so we had the place to ourselves. It was nice!
Saturday we watched Red Eye, which is a pretty good movie. I absolutely love Rachel McAdams, but I just felt like I had this ball of tension that the movie didn't quite resolve. I know it sounds weird, but K said he felt the same way.
That night, we went with one of K's friends to this great Cajun restaurant called D.I.'s. I didn't even really like seafood a year ago, but I went to Hawaii to visit family and found some stuff I like (calamari; mahi mahi; different kinds of shrimp, which I thought was tolerable before the trip). Anyway, I had never had crawfish until this past Super Bowl weekend, when I tried it at a Super Bowl party with K. So I was pretty proud of myself for venturing outside of my usual pizza/Italian/Mexican/quarter-pounder-with-cheese box and trying a bite of gumbo, a frog leg and a fried oyster. I also ate alligator, which I had had once before in New Orleans my junior year in college, and there was crawfish in the gumbo (my third time eating it!). Now this was all stuff that I tried from K's plate and from his friend. I definitely ordered fried shrimp. But still, I tried new things. This restaurant was great, though. The atmosphere was really fun. There was a great Cajun band (that's not what the Cajuns call it, but I've never lived in Louisiana, so I can neither pronounce, remember or spell what they call it, but I would guess it starts with an X) and a small dance floor, so several people were out dancing. The old couples are always the cutest.
Sunday morning, we just stayed in bed late and cuddled and talked. It was great. We actually got on the topic of weddings because I had been talking to K's friend the night before about his wife. I asked how long they'd been married, and he told me since September. I said, "You got married during football season?!?" I asked K that morning if he could ever get married during football season. He said no, and I asked if he really felt that way, or if he was only saying it because I felt that way. He said, "Spring or summer." I said, "What about the other two seasons?" He said he would just want to get married in the spring or summer, and I agreed. I would want to get married in a dress that didn't have long sleeves. And there are just too many good games on to get married during football season! Besides, I couldn't ask my family or friends to do that. ;) So we wound up talking about weddings for a bit. Nothing too big or too long, but it was cool to talk about it and realize we had similar ideas. That should make things easier. ;)
That afternoon, we went to the gym with his friend we'd gone to dinner with the night before. I hadn't been to the gym in almost two weeks, so on one hand the treadmill was about to kill me, but on the other, it was a good near-death feeling. :) Afterward, the three of us went out to Johnny Carinos -- one of my favorites -- and to see V for Vendetta. It's actually a good movie. I had gone in expecting to not dislike it or like it, but I was surprised.
Then, this morning, I got up, got ready and drove back here to work this afternoon. It was a really great weekend, but, as usual, it went by too quickly.
Saturday we watched Red Eye, which is a pretty good movie. I absolutely love Rachel McAdams, but I just felt like I had this ball of tension that the movie didn't quite resolve. I know it sounds weird, but K said he felt the same way.
That night, we went with one of K's friends to this great Cajun restaurant called D.I.'s. I didn't even really like seafood a year ago, but I went to Hawaii to visit family and found some stuff I like (calamari; mahi mahi; different kinds of shrimp, which I thought was tolerable before the trip). Anyway, I had never had crawfish until this past Super Bowl weekend, when I tried it at a Super Bowl party with K. So I was pretty proud of myself for venturing outside of my usual pizza/Italian/Mexican/quarter-pounder-with-cheese box and trying a bite of gumbo, a frog leg and a fried oyster. I also ate alligator, which I had had once before in New Orleans my junior year in college, and there was crawfish in the gumbo (my third time eating it!). Now this was all stuff that I tried from K's plate and from his friend. I definitely ordered fried shrimp. But still, I tried new things. This restaurant was great, though. The atmosphere was really fun. There was a great Cajun band (that's not what the Cajuns call it, but I've never lived in Louisiana, so I can neither pronounce, remember or spell what they call it, but I would guess it starts with an X) and a small dance floor, so several people were out dancing. The old couples are always the cutest.
Sunday morning, we just stayed in bed late and cuddled and talked. It was great. We actually got on the topic of weddings because I had been talking to K's friend the night before about his wife. I asked how long they'd been married, and he told me since September. I said, "You got married during football season?!?" I asked K that morning if he could ever get married during football season. He said no, and I asked if he really felt that way, or if he was only saying it because I felt that way. He said, "Spring or summer." I said, "What about the other two seasons?" He said he would just want to get married in the spring or summer, and I agreed. I would want to get married in a dress that didn't have long sleeves. And there are just too many good games on to get married during football season! Besides, I couldn't ask my family or friends to do that. ;) So we wound up talking about weddings for a bit. Nothing too big or too long, but it was cool to talk about it and realize we had similar ideas. That should make things easier. ;)
That afternoon, we went to the gym with his friend we'd gone to dinner with the night before. I hadn't been to the gym in almost two weeks, so on one hand the treadmill was about to kill me, but on the other, it was a good near-death feeling. :) Afterward, the three of us went out to Johnny Carinos -- one of my favorites -- and to see V for Vendetta. It's actually a good movie. I had gone in expecting to not dislike it or like it, but I was surprised.
Then, this morning, I got up, got ready and drove back here to work this afternoon. It was a really great weekend, but, as usual, it went by too quickly.
Friday, March 24, 2006
$*%#@!!!!
OH MY GOSH!!! It's 7:31, and I'm still at work!!! I figured I'd be out at 6:30. Seven at the latest. But not 7:31!!
Someone made a simple mistake, and now it's turned into this. I'm not mad at the guy, because no one realized that's what would happen, but it's going to make my night hell. I will be leaving straight from here to drive 5 hours to go to Louisiana. One of my coworkers asked me if I should just wait until tomorrow. So did K. But I'm not going to. If I'm falling asleep while I'm driving, I'm going to Louisiana tonight.
Work is work. It's not supposed to interfere with my weekend. And I'm not going to let it!
Someone made a simple mistake, and now it's turned into this. I'm not mad at the guy, because no one realized that's what would happen, but it's going to make my night hell. I will be leaving straight from here to drive 5 hours to go to Louisiana. One of my coworkers asked me if I should just wait until tomorrow. So did K. But I'm not going to. If I'm falling asleep while I'm driving, I'm going to Louisiana tonight.
Work is work. It's not supposed to interfere with my weekend. And I'm not going to let it!
Grr...
I tried to change the background of my blog last night, and I found some adorable ones I really liked. I entered them into my HTML code, and they looked great in the preview. So I republished my blog, and every time it was white on the edges where it used to at least be solid pink.
For some reason, what's previewing isn't what's happening. But you should see the preview. It's adorable!
(PLEASE HELP ME!)
For some reason, what's previewing isn't what's happening. But you should see the preview. It's adorable!
(PLEASE HELP ME!)
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Classic rock
I love classic rock, I have to say. But there are some songs and artists I just don't get the fascination with:
1. Pink Floyd
2. "Freebird," by Lynyrd Skynyrd
3. "Every Rose Has its Thorn," Poison
4. Ozzy Osbourne
On the other hand, I absolutely love these:
1. Aerosmith
2. AC/DC
3. Guns N' Roses
4. Def Leppard
5. "Carry On My Wayward Son," Kansas
6. "Are You Gonna Go My Way," Lenny Kravitz
7. ZZTop
And then there are the Rolling Stones, who I'm not a huge fan of, but I can at least understand how people are fascinated with them.
All of this came to mind today as I was listening to my favorite classic rock station at work.
1. Pink Floyd
2. "Freebird," by Lynyrd Skynyrd
3. "Every Rose Has its Thorn," Poison
4. Ozzy Osbourne
On the other hand, I absolutely love these:
1. Aerosmith
2. AC/DC
3. Guns N' Roses
4. Def Leppard
5. "Carry On My Wayward Son," Kansas
6. "Are You Gonna Go My Way," Lenny Kravitz
7. ZZTop
And then there are the Rolling Stones, who I'm not a huge fan of, but I can at least understand how people are fascinated with them.
All of this came to mind today as I was listening to my favorite classic rock station at work.
Hump day!!!
Last night was great having dinner with the girls. I needed it! At work yesterday, I was caught up and at a standstill at about 4:30-ish. Everything I had left to do on my to-do list was dependent upon someone else doing something first. Which was kinda frustrating, since at least one thing -- which was a huge task -- had been put off by the person I needed to be working on it.
But that's a different story. :) So I met ER and her roommate, Emily, for drinks and Mexican food. My swirl margarita was perfect, and so were my cheese enchiladas (no onions!). We had great girl talk -- and plenty to talk about -- so it was a nice end to the day. Very laid back and fun. I got home and was too full to go to the gym or do much of anything, so I finally made myself get up and do laundry, shower and get to bed.
And now it's Wednesday. The other girl in our department whose job is similar to mine is on vacation this week, so I'm being both her and me. It's making for a busy week with lots of hours, but it'll be nice to get the paycheck.
I am listening to my classic rock station, and U2's "Where the Streets Have No Name" is playing, and I know that even though it'll be a hectic one, today will be a great day because:
1) It's Wednesday, which means in less than an hour, I'll have survived half of this hectic week.
2) I get to see K the day after tomorrow.
3) There's a great song playing on the radio!
4) I'm ahead (for right now) ...
But that's a different story. :) So I met ER and her roommate, Emily, for drinks and Mexican food. My swirl margarita was perfect, and so were my cheese enchiladas (no onions!). We had great girl talk -- and plenty to talk about -- so it was a nice end to the day. Very laid back and fun. I got home and was too full to go to the gym or do much of anything, so I finally made myself get up and do laundry, shower and get to bed.
And now it's Wednesday. The other girl in our department whose job is similar to mine is on vacation this week, so I'm being both her and me. It's making for a busy week with lots of hours, but it'll be nice to get the paycheck.
I am listening to my classic rock station, and U2's "Where the Streets Have No Name" is playing, and I know that even though it'll be a hectic one, today will be a great day because:
1) It's Wednesday, which means in less than an hour, I'll have survived half of this hectic week.
2) I get to see K the day after tomorrow.
3) There's a great song playing on the radio!
4) I'm ahead (for right now) ...
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Lyrics for (my) life
Today is going by kind of slowly, but I don't mind. I worked late last night, until 7. One of the girls in our department is on vacation, so I'm doing most of her job and all of mine this week. It's keeping me busy!
I am meeting ER and her roommate for margaritas after work, so I'm looking forward to that. :) And I just bought the Carrie Underwood cd last night. I listened to it once this morning, but I'm back to classic rock. I'll listen to it again after work. It's a really good cd.
My favorite song is called "I Ain't in Checotah Anymore." I feel like living in a city now and outside of Oklahoma, I can understand more of the song than if I were still there. Checotah is a small town in OK, and I've actually never been there, but the song talks about things like dragging Main on weekend nights, and we definitely did that in high school. (Actually, if you want to get technical, it was called "going uptown," and we drove in a four-block square around downtown. But still, it's the same idea.) The chorus of the song says: "I'm in a world so wide, it makes me feel small sometimes. I miss the big blue sky -- the Oklahoma kind." And I know exactly what she means! You can't see the stars here at night. You see ... airplanes. And buildings.
Then, there's the very first song on the cd, "Wasted." It reminds me a lot of my relationship with my college sweetheart. Everyone -- including us -- knew we didn't belong together. We broke up a zillion and one times, and we got back together a zillion. We went through a lot together. But it wasn't as good as it could have been, and I knew it. I just kept hoping it would get there. The lyrics of "Wasted" express it well:
"For once this second, she almost turned around.
But that would be like pouring rain back into a cloud.
So she took another step and said, 'I see the way out,
and I'm gonna take it.'
(chorus) I don't wanna' spend my life jaded,
Waiting to wake up one day and find
That I've let all these years go by
... Wasted"
And then, there's the new song. The one that's been played on the radio, evidently (I don't listen to country stations very often), "Some Hearts." It reminds me a lot of my relationship with K:
"Now who'd have thought someone like you could love me
You're the last thing my heart expected
Who'd have thought I'd ever find somebody
Someone who makes me feel like this
(chorus) Well I guess some hearts
They just get all the right breaks
Some hearts have the stars on their side
Some hearts, they just have it so easy
Some hearts just get lucky sometimes
Some hearts just get lucky sometimes."
Don't you just love songs that make you feel like the lyrics apply to your life?
I am meeting ER and her roommate for margaritas after work, so I'm looking forward to that. :) And I just bought the Carrie Underwood cd last night. I listened to it once this morning, but I'm back to classic rock. I'll listen to it again after work. It's a really good cd.
My favorite song is called "I Ain't in Checotah Anymore." I feel like living in a city now and outside of Oklahoma, I can understand more of the song than if I were still there. Checotah is a small town in OK, and I've actually never been there, but the song talks about things like dragging Main on weekend nights, and we definitely did that in high school. (Actually, if you want to get technical, it was called "going uptown," and we drove in a four-block square around downtown. But still, it's the same idea.) The chorus of the song says: "I'm in a world so wide, it makes me feel small sometimes. I miss the big blue sky -- the Oklahoma kind." And I know exactly what she means! You can't see the stars here at night. You see ... airplanes. And buildings.
Then, there's the very first song on the cd, "Wasted." It reminds me a lot of my relationship with my college sweetheart. Everyone -- including us -- knew we didn't belong together. We broke up a zillion and one times, and we got back together a zillion. We went through a lot together. But it wasn't as good as it could have been, and I knew it. I just kept hoping it would get there. The lyrics of "Wasted" express it well:
"For once this second, she almost turned around.
But that would be like pouring rain back into a cloud.
So she took another step and said, 'I see the way out,
and I'm gonna take it.'
(chorus) I don't wanna' spend my life jaded,
Waiting to wake up one day and find
That I've let all these years go by
... Wasted"
And then, there's the new song. The one that's been played on the radio, evidently (I don't listen to country stations very often), "Some Hearts." It reminds me a lot of my relationship with K:
"Now who'd have thought someone like you could love me
You're the last thing my heart expected
Who'd have thought I'd ever find somebody
Someone who makes me feel like this
(chorus) Well I guess some hearts
They just get all the right breaks
Some hearts have the stars on their side
Some hearts, they just have it so easy
Some hearts just get lucky sometimes
Some hearts just get lucky sometimes."
Don't you just love songs that make you feel like the lyrics apply to your life?
Monday, March 20, 2006
Sleepy day, weekend details
It's icky outside today. It rained all day yesterday, and I got to bed late. Both of these things are making it very hard to stay awake and aware at work today.
I had a great weekend with K, as usual. We went to see Tom & Kristin in Oklahoma. They're always fun to hang out with. They have known K for years, and I consider them friends of mine now, too. In fact, Kristin was one of the first people I told about how I really felt about K (the whole "wanting to marry him" thing). We went out to a couple of bars on St. Patty's day. We closed down one and went to IHOP afterward. It was so fun and goofy!
We slept in Saturday and had a lazy day. We had lunch with a few more of K's friends, two who I'd met several times before and one I'd never met. We went to Sam's Club, and K and I walked around trying different samples in the grocery department. :) Afterward, we hung out at Tom & Kristin's. We all went to dinner with the friend I'd never met and his wife. Then, we went back to Tom & Kristin's and watched more basketball and a few movies. I saw The Girl Next Door for the first time. I was disappointed. I didn't like it.
K had passed out on our bed for the weekend (from being tired, not being drunk). I got ready for bed and proceeded to try to get him up, which is always really hard to do at night. I didn't think he was even listening to me. The thing is, I had always been the one in the past (in previous relationships) who was tired from work and long days, and my boyfriend was always the one who got to sleep in and could stay up later as a result. So I know that K can hear what I'm saying. He was tired, but he was making a decision to be lazy and ignore me. He had opened his eyes, so I knew he was awake, and I told him this. I said: "Right now you're deciding to ignore me, and I know this. You're taking up the whole bed the way you're laying. Please get up and get ready for bed so I can go to sleep." He kept ignoring me. After I kept trying to get him up, I finally said, "You're being selfish. Just get up and get ready for bed." So he gave me this pissed off look, and he finally got up after a little more prodding. I asked him if he was mad at me, and he said yes. I grabbed his arm and tried to talk to him, but he was still kind of out of it and was pulling himself toward the bathroom. He went and brushed his teeth, and by the time he finished, I was so tired I was half asleep. He just got into bed without saying anything, and he didn't even curl up next to me.
I woke up a few times in the night, and he was still over on the other side of the bed. I didn't know what the situation was, so I didn't wake him or curl up next to him. The next day, though, he apologized for being stubborn and for not sleeping next to me all night. He said he was sorry that he didn't talk to me about it instead of going to sleep. I told him he was forgiven, and we made a deal that it wouldn't happen again. We said in the future, we would always talk about it instead of leaving it on a bad note. I don't know if I would call that our first fight, since to me, a fight is to people going back and forth, sometimes saying things they don't mean. A fight is an argument. And that's not what this was. It was just crankiness and stubborness.
So we made up, and everything was fine. We had a late breakfast with Tom & Kristin and headed back home. It was raining like crazy, so our drive wound up being pretty slow, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. K stayed with me at my apartment for a while. We got pizza for dinner (yum!), and he planned on leaving at 9 so he could get home about 1:30. One of his friends, though, was stuck at the Atlanta airport and was trying to figure out a way to get back to Louisiana. K told him to see if he could get a flight to the airport near me, and then he could ride back to Louisiana with him. His friend was able to get a flight that came in at midnight, so K stuck around with me until he had to leave for the airport.
We just kind of relaxed and watched TV. We cuddled and then some. It was nice. We were talking, and we somehow got on the subject of money or credit cards or something. He said something about the amount of debt he has, which really wasn't a bad number, considering he owns his SUV and his 60-inch TV. Anyway, it still was a little more than I expected. So I looked at him with raised eyebrows, said, "Really? Isn't your truck paid off?" He nodded, and he held up his left hand, waving his fingers like the "spirit fingers" guy in Bring It On, meaning it was debt from CM's engagement ring. It seemed like a lot to spend on a ring. I said, "I had no idea they were that expensive." He gave a little "hmph" and said, "I didn't either." I waited for a second, then said, "How much did you spend on it?" He immediately said, "That's not a valid question." What he meant to say was something more along the lines of, "I'm not going to answer that." I knew that was what he meant, and I immediately felt like a jerk for asking it. I told him I was sorry. I said it again to make sure he both heard it and understood that I meant it. He said not to worry about it. I felt terrible, though. I had this awful feeling like I had crossed the line or disappointed him or something. I moved closer to him, put my hand on his arm and looked him straight in the eyes, and I said "I'm really sorry." He told me it wasn't a big deal, and I shouldn't think twice about it. But I still felt like a jerk for the longest time.
Part of me was tempted to say to him, "Well, if that comes up with us, I like small, simple jewelry," or something like that. But I was afraid I had already crossed the line once and didn't want to do it again.
I felt like a jerk still for another hour or hour and a half. He kept asking me what was wrong because I was being pretty quiet, but I kept telling him I was fine. I'm sure he figured out it had something to do with my question, since that's when I started being quiet. I'll probably tell him when I talk to him tonight that that's what was wrong.
I've never had this problem before. It absolutely kills me to do anything that upsets him or disappoints him. And I know that what I asked didn't, but I just felt bad for asking something I shouldn't have.
I felt back to normal before he left, and we were back to joking and laughing again.
I talked to him this morning, and he and his friend didn't get home until 6:30 because the rain was so bad. I got to bed at midnight, and I'm exhausted, so I'm sure he's even worse. Hopefully we'll both get more sleep tonight.
I had a great weekend with K, as usual. We went to see Tom & Kristin in Oklahoma. They're always fun to hang out with. They have known K for years, and I consider them friends of mine now, too. In fact, Kristin was one of the first people I told about how I really felt about K (the whole "wanting to marry him" thing). We went out to a couple of bars on St. Patty's day. We closed down one and went to IHOP afterward. It was so fun and goofy!
We slept in Saturday and had a lazy day. We had lunch with a few more of K's friends, two who I'd met several times before and one I'd never met. We went to Sam's Club, and K and I walked around trying different samples in the grocery department. :) Afterward, we hung out at Tom & Kristin's. We all went to dinner with the friend I'd never met and his wife. Then, we went back to Tom & Kristin's and watched more basketball and a few movies. I saw The Girl Next Door for the first time. I was disappointed. I didn't like it.
K had passed out on our bed for the weekend (from being tired, not being drunk). I got ready for bed and proceeded to try to get him up, which is always really hard to do at night. I didn't think he was even listening to me. The thing is, I had always been the one in the past (in previous relationships) who was tired from work and long days, and my boyfriend was always the one who got to sleep in and could stay up later as a result. So I know that K can hear what I'm saying. He was tired, but he was making a decision to be lazy and ignore me. He had opened his eyes, so I knew he was awake, and I told him this. I said: "Right now you're deciding to ignore me, and I know this. You're taking up the whole bed the way you're laying. Please get up and get ready for bed so I can go to sleep." He kept ignoring me. After I kept trying to get him up, I finally said, "You're being selfish. Just get up and get ready for bed." So he gave me this pissed off look, and he finally got up after a little more prodding. I asked him if he was mad at me, and he said yes. I grabbed his arm and tried to talk to him, but he was still kind of out of it and was pulling himself toward the bathroom. He went and brushed his teeth, and by the time he finished, I was so tired I was half asleep. He just got into bed without saying anything, and he didn't even curl up next to me.
I woke up a few times in the night, and he was still over on the other side of the bed. I didn't know what the situation was, so I didn't wake him or curl up next to him. The next day, though, he apologized for being stubborn and for not sleeping next to me all night. He said he was sorry that he didn't talk to me about it instead of going to sleep. I told him he was forgiven, and we made a deal that it wouldn't happen again. We said in the future, we would always talk about it instead of leaving it on a bad note. I don't know if I would call that our first fight, since to me, a fight is to people going back and forth, sometimes saying things they don't mean. A fight is an argument. And that's not what this was. It was just crankiness and stubborness.
So we made up, and everything was fine. We had a late breakfast with Tom & Kristin and headed back home. It was raining like crazy, so our drive wound up being pretty slow, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. K stayed with me at my apartment for a while. We got pizza for dinner (yum!), and he planned on leaving at 9 so he could get home about 1:30. One of his friends, though, was stuck at the Atlanta airport and was trying to figure out a way to get back to Louisiana. K told him to see if he could get a flight to the airport near me, and then he could ride back to Louisiana with him. His friend was able to get a flight that came in at midnight, so K stuck around with me until he had to leave for the airport.
We just kind of relaxed and watched TV. We cuddled and then some. It was nice. We were talking, and we somehow got on the subject of money or credit cards or something. He said something about the amount of debt he has, which really wasn't a bad number, considering he owns his SUV and his 60-inch TV. Anyway, it still was a little more than I expected. So I looked at him with raised eyebrows, said, "Really? Isn't your truck paid off?" He nodded, and he held up his left hand, waving his fingers like the "spirit fingers" guy in Bring It On, meaning it was debt from CM's engagement ring. It seemed like a lot to spend on a ring. I said, "I had no idea they were that expensive." He gave a little "hmph" and said, "I didn't either." I waited for a second, then said, "How much did you spend on it?" He immediately said, "That's not a valid question." What he meant to say was something more along the lines of, "I'm not going to answer that." I knew that was what he meant, and I immediately felt like a jerk for asking it. I told him I was sorry. I said it again to make sure he both heard it and understood that I meant it. He said not to worry about it. I felt terrible, though. I had this awful feeling like I had crossed the line or disappointed him or something. I moved closer to him, put my hand on his arm and looked him straight in the eyes, and I said "I'm really sorry." He told me it wasn't a big deal, and I shouldn't think twice about it. But I still felt like a jerk for the longest time.
Part of me was tempted to say to him, "Well, if that comes up with us, I like small, simple jewelry," or something like that. But I was afraid I had already crossed the line once and didn't want to do it again.
I felt like a jerk still for another hour or hour and a half. He kept asking me what was wrong because I was being pretty quiet, but I kept telling him I was fine. I'm sure he figured out it had something to do with my question, since that's when I started being quiet. I'll probably tell him when I talk to him tonight that that's what was wrong.
I've never had this problem before. It absolutely kills me to do anything that upsets him or disappoints him. And I know that what I asked didn't, but I just felt bad for asking something I shouldn't have.
I felt back to normal before he left, and we were back to joking and laughing again.
I talked to him this morning, and he and his friend didn't get home until 6:30 because the rain was so bad. I got to bed at midnight, and I'm exhausted, so I'm sure he's even worse. Hopefully we'll both get more sleep tonight.
Friday, March 17, 2006
10 Reasons today rocks
1. I woke up next to K. (He got in last night just after midnight.)
2. I beat HTML.
3. My work day is already halfway over.
4. It's St. Patrick's Day! (And of course I'm wearing green! This is the only holiday -- besides Independence Day -- that I don't intentionally avoid wearing the day's official colors and risk looking like a 3rd grader who's overly excited about the class party.)
5. When I get home from work tonight, K will be there.
6. I had a great night last night hanging out with a guy friend from high school who I hadn't seen in forever.
7. I'm going to Oklahoma after work to visit some friends.
8. I slept on freshly washed sheets last night.
9. I saw my blog posted on Celebrate We Will's "Other Blogs I Like" list. How awesome is that?!
10. It's Friday.
HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!!!
2. I beat HTML.
3. My work day is already halfway over.
4. It's St. Patrick's Day! (And of course I'm wearing green! This is the only holiday -- besides Independence Day -- that I don't intentionally avoid wearing the day's official colors and risk looking like a 3rd grader who's overly excited about the class party.)
5. When I get home from work tonight, K will be there.
6. I had a great night last night hanging out with a guy friend from high school who I hadn't seen in forever.
7. I'm going to Oklahoma after work to visit some friends.
8. I slept on freshly washed sheets last night.
9. I saw my blog posted on Celebrate We Will's "Other Blogs I Like" list. How awesome is that?!
10. It's Friday.
HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!!!
Okay, so I'm a huge dork, but...
I am so proud of myself! I don't really know HTML, so I'm really proud of myself for figuring out how to post links of awesome blogs and sites I've found. I think it's so great to be an independent girl, because I can be proud of myself for the lamest things.
For example, when I moved into my apartment last summer, I bought and assembled a shelf for my jeans in my closet. It was a fairly easy assembly, but it still required my toolbox! I also assembled a shower shelf to go over my shower head. And my friend Whitney was with me when I bought my coffee table and two end tables, and we totally put them together. Without boys! I hung my windchimes on my porch by myself (which was tougher than it sounds. Have you ever tried to put a hook in the ceiling? Especially when it's 100+ degrees out!).
So take that, HTML! I totally figured you out (part of you, anyway). :)
For example, when I moved into my apartment last summer, I bought and assembled a shelf for my jeans in my closet. It was a fairly easy assembly, but it still required my toolbox! I also assembled a shower shelf to go over my shower head. And my friend Whitney was with me when I bought my coffee table and two end tables, and we totally put them together. Without boys! I hung my windchimes on my porch by myself (which was tougher than it sounds. Have you ever tried to put a hook in the ceiling? Especially when it's 100+ degrees out!).
So take that, HTML! I totally figured you out (part of you, anyway). :)
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Unfestive March birthdays
I guess I'm posting this a day early, but I think you can handle it. Tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day. Does anyone else find it odd that the March birthstone is not green? I mean, of all people (besides maybe the Irish), they should be the most festive about the holiday.
***Okay, so I just checked out all the other birthstones, and I noticed the December birthstone is blue instead of red or green (but it fits in with the wintery colors, at least, since ice often appears blue -- at least in cartoons), and the February birthstone is purple instead of pink or red (Purple is still a feminine color. Ask the purple Teletubby. He was the one, after all, who carried the purse *ahem* bag!). But the July birthstone is true to its month, with the ruby as its stone. And November has the citrine, which is sort of an amber/orangish color, which to me says Thanksgiving quite well.
So despite the fact that July (and maybe November) are the only months that really seem to appreciate their holidays, I will leave this post.
I'm sure if August ever gets a national holiday, we Leos and Virgos will make sure one of the holiday's trademark colors will be green. :)
***Okay, so I just checked out all the other birthstones, and I noticed the December birthstone is blue instead of red or green (but it fits in with the wintery colors, at least, since ice often appears blue -- at least in cartoons), and the February birthstone is purple instead of pink or red (Purple is still a feminine color. Ask the purple Teletubby. He was the one, after all, who carried the purse *ahem* bag!). But the July birthstone is true to its month, with the ruby as its stone. And November has the citrine, which is sort of an amber/orangish color, which to me says Thanksgiving quite well.
So despite the fact that July (and maybe November) are the only months that really seem to appreciate their holidays, I will leave this post.
I'm sure if August ever gets a national holiday, we Leos and Virgos will make sure one of the holiday's trademark colors will be green. :)
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
An agenda?
Okay, so I know I shouldn't be reading into things too much and getting too excited, but I can't help it. When K was here last weekend, we were talking about what we're doing this upcoming weekend. He has a three-day weekend (which may turn into a four-day weekend), so that gives us a lot more options of what to do. Since he's five hours away, even going somewhere an hour or two away is quite a bit to add to such a small amount of time outside of a car for a 48-hour period.
K had been wanting to go back home to Pennsylvania to visit his mom because she's sick. I suggested he look into going this weekend, since he has a couple extra days off. He said, "I thought we were going to Oklahoma." I hadn't realized that was the plan. I think I remember it coming up that we hadn't been there in a while and would have to go again soon to visit my family. But we hadn't made plans. K checked into going to Pennsylvania anyway, and it was going to cost $900. So then, the plan became to go to Oklahoma again to see my family.
THEN, I got an e-mail from Kristin. She said she and Tom both want to see us again before they move to Washington, D.C. They're moving in a little less than a month, so things are only going to get more hectic for them. I suggested to K that we go see them instead. They're in Oklahoma, too, but they're about two hours from my hometown. K thought it was a great idea to go see him, but he asked if we'd still be able to go to my hometown. I said, "You mean go to both in one weekend?" He said yes. I told him it didn't make much sense because they're far enough apart it'd be too much of a hassle and too much time in the car to make going to both worthwhile, since we'd have to leave Sunday night no matter where we go for me to be to work. That would give us only one day with Tom & Kristin.
So this weekend, we're going to go see them. I told K we can go see my family some other time. It's a shorter drive from where I live, anyway. But what I can't help but wonder is why exactly K is so anxious to go visit my family.
Perhaps he has something to ask my father? *blinking innocently*
K had been wanting to go back home to Pennsylvania to visit his mom because she's sick. I suggested he look into going this weekend, since he has a couple extra days off. He said, "I thought we were going to Oklahoma." I hadn't realized that was the plan. I think I remember it coming up that we hadn't been there in a while and would have to go again soon to visit my family. But we hadn't made plans. K checked into going to Pennsylvania anyway, and it was going to cost $900. So then, the plan became to go to Oklahoma again to see my family.
THEN, I got an e-mail from Kristin. She said she and Tom both want to see us again before they move to Washington, D.C. They're moving in a little less than a month, so things are only going to get more hectic for them. I suggested to K that we go see them instead. They're in Oklahoma, too, but they're about two hours from my hometown. K thought it was a great idea to go see him, but he asked if we'd still be able to go to my hometown. I said, "You mean go to both in one weekend?" He said yes. I told him it didn't make much sense because they're far enough apart it'd be too much of a hassle and too much time in the car to make going to both worthwhile, since we'd have to leave Sunday night no matter where we go for me to be to work. That would give us only one day with Tom & Kristin.
So this weekend, we're going to go see them. I told K we can go see my family some other time. It's a shorter drive from where I live, anyway. But what I can't help but wonder is why exactly K is so anxious to go visit my family.
Perhaps he has something to ask my father? *blinking innocently*
I have readers!!
It's been a while since I've posted. Things have been a little crazy, actually, but I checked my e-mail today, and PEOPLE COMMENTED ON MY BLOG!!! It was so exciting! :) So thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy and keep coming back. :)
So last weekend was pretty great. One of my very good girl friends from OU, Danielle, was on spring break this week, so she came to visit. I finally got to see K. He got here on Friday night, and it was so good to be able to just hug him. We slept in and cuddled Saturday morning, then went to get some lunch from Pei Wei. The weather was so nice that K suggested we go get ice cream. I knew just where I wanted to go. K and I have this little to-do list together. On it are things I've never done, like going camping, skydiving and carving a pumpkin, to fun things we want to experience together, like going to an OU football game (did that last fall!). So I was thinking about all the great, fun things to do in the city I live. Many of them I would like to do with him. So I made a to-do list specific to where I live. And on it was going to get ice cream in this great little square not far from my apartment. It's a really ritzy area, with great, cute apartments above unique little restaurants and boutiques. In the parking lots around it, you can see Ferraris and Porsches and such, so it's a really well-kept area. So at the end of this square, by a really pretty little pond with a fountain in the middle, is a Cold Stone. That was on the to-do list, and that was where we went. K and I got our ice cream and ate it as we walked around the pond, then we sat on a bench and talked as we finished the last of it. The weather was gorgeous, and it was great to be able to just sit there and relax.
Afterward, we headed back to my apartment and enjoyed hanging out by ourselves for a little while longer. Then, CG and her husband (whose wedding we met at) came to my apartment with a couple they're friends with. We all went out to eat, and Danielle came and met us. It was a great, fun little Mexican restaurant, complete with the great little guitar players and trumpet player who go from table to table playing. :) I love that! After dinner, we all went to meet ER and some other friends at a bar closer to the city. It was a little Irish pub, and it had a great, laid-back atmosphere.
The next day, K and I woke up and fixed breakfast for us and Danielle. We pretty much vegged out all day. It was a great Sunday. K left that night, and Danielle and I ate chocolate ice cream and had a girlie night.
On Monday, since I don't have to work, we went shopping. ER is a teacher, and her school is on spring break. So the three of us all went shopping at a great oulet mall nearby. I made my first Banana Republic purchase(s) ever. It was great!! And what was even better is that ER had an extra 20% off coupon that she gave to me. I even got some really hot shoes that I had liked when I saw them a few weeks ago. After shopping, we went to Dave & Busters to meet some friends who were in town for the happy hour. It was a really good day.
Danielle went home that night, and although we had a great time, I have to admit I was glad to have my apartment back to myself.
Tuesday and Wednesday were work-as-usual days, but they've gone fast and pretty well. I can't believe it's already Wednesday! And I can't believe I have blog readers!! :)
I hope you keep coming back!
So last weekend was pretty great. One of my very good girl friends from OU, Danielle, was on spring break this week, so she came to visit. I finally got to see K. He got here on Friday night, and it was so good to be able to just hug him. We slept in and cuddled Saturday morning, then went to get some lunch from Pei Wei. The weather was so nice that K suggested we go get ice cream. I knew just where I wanted to go. K and I have this little to-do list together. On it are things I've never done, like going camping, skydiving and carving a pumpkin, to fun things we want to experience together, like going to an OU football game (did that last fall!). So I was thinking about all the great, fun things to do in the city I live. Many of them I would like to do with him. So I made a to-do list specific to where I live. And on it was going to get ice cream in this great little square not far from my apartment. It's a really ritzy area, with great, cute apartments above unique little restaurants and boutiques. In the parking lots around it, you can see Ferraris and Porsches and such, so it's a really well-kept area. So at the end of this square, by a really pretty little pond with a fountain in the middle, is a Cold Stone. That was on the to-do list, and that was where we went. K and I got our ice cream and ate it as we walked around the pond, then we sat on a bench and talked as we finished the last of it. The weather was gorgeous, and it was great to be able to just sit there and relax.
Afterward, we headed back to my apartment and enjoyed hanging out by ourselves for a little while longer. Then, CG and her husband (whose wedding we met at) came to my apartment with a couple they're friends with. We all went out to eat, and Danielle came and met us. It was a great, fun little Mexican restaurant, complete with the great little guitar players and trumpet player who go from table to table playing. :) I love that! After dinner, we all went to meet ER and some other friends at a bar closer to the city. It was a little Irish pub, and it had a great, laid-back atmosphere.
The next day, K and I woke up and fixed breakfast for us and Danielle. We pretty much vegged out all day. It was a great Sunday. K left that night, and Danielle and I ate chocolate ice cream and had a girlie night.
On Monday, since I don't have to work, we went shopping. ER is a teacher, and her school is on spring break. So the three of us all went shopping at a great oulet mall nearby. I made my first Banana Republic purchase(s) ever. It was great!! And what was even better is that ER had an extra 20% off coupon that she gave to me. I even got some really hot shoes that I had liked when I saw them a few weeks ago. After shopping, we went to Dave & Busters to meet some friends who were in town for the happy hour. It was a really good day.
Danielle went home that night, and although we had a great time, I have to admit I was glad to have my apartment back to myself.
Tuesday and Wednesday were work-as-usual days, but they've gone fast and pretty well. I can't believe it's already Wednesday! And I can't believe I have blog readers!! :)
I hope you keep coming back!
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