Ugh. Too much wine last night. It was a beautiful evening which made me want to sit outside and enjoy the breeze and drink a glass of wine, several glasses of wine. And this morning I didn't want to get up. I still don't want to be up and it's now 3 o'clock in the afternoon. It's a cool and cloudy day out and I just want to go home and crawl back in bed. But no such luck. I did manage not to make a complete hungover pig of myself the way I usually do at least. No need to soak up the alcohol with grease. I'm mostly just tired I think.
No major plans this weekend. Drinks here and there. Hopefully will get my running mojo back and run off some of this weight I've put on. Saw a picture of myself today and couldn't believe it. How does it happen that I gain that much weight and don't realize it? I mean, I knew I'd gained weight...my clothes were too tight, some didn't fit at all. My bras REALLY don't fit which is not a good thing. I've been getting that third boob thing which is just dreadful. And embarassing. I just didn't realize I looked so much heavier I guess. Another reason I want to crawl under the covers.
7/13/07
7/9/07
A New Start
So I have to get better at this blogging thing. Like writing & posting to it, for one thing.
I was on vacation last week. An entire week at the beach. It was heaven. I didn't want to come back...back to the real world and my real job and deciding what in the hell I'm doing with my life. Why would a 30-something single woman choose to move back to Asheville? Population barely 100,000. Not a place to 1)be a career woman or 2)find a fabulous single guy to spend the rest of my life with. But I love it here. I'm comfortable here. Isn't it more important to be in a place that makes you happy? I was in one of the supposed best city for singles for almost five years and I didn't meet Mr. Right or even Mr. I Think I Can Live With This.
All I could think of when I had to get up and go to work this morning was "why am I not one of those women I saw at the beach who are spending the summer there with their perfect kids in their perfect beach house with their perfect husband who joins them for long weekends? Okay, I know that's a little overboard on the perfects, but the grass sure looks greener. Sometimes I just get so exhausted taking care of everything myself. And sometimes it's just plain lonely. I don't care so much about the normal "couple" things, like having a date for the company Christmas party. What I miss and want to have again is having someone there on Sunday nights. Someone to order Chinese and watch a movie with.
However, I just have to say I am not to the point in my singleness where I would ever consider going on a reality-TV dating show. I have watched bits and pieces of "The Age of Love," with the 20s vs. the 40s, and it's just appalling. To see these women humiliating themselves to try to win a man just pains me as a woman, as a person. I feel like it sets us all back a hundred years. I normally don't watch reality shows at all, but there's nothing on TV right now & I admit I'd seen the promos for this one & was a little curious. Turns out it's worse than I could've imagined. Shame on you, Mark Consuelos!
I was on vacation last week. An entire week at the beach. It was heaven. I didn't want to come back...back to the real world and my real job and deciding what in the hell I'm doing with my life. Why would a 30-something single woman choose to move back to Asheville? Population barely 100,000. Not a place to 1)be a career woman or 2)find a fabulous single guy to spend the rest of my life with. But I love it here. I'm comfortable here. Isn't it more important to be in a place that makes you happy? I was in one of the supposed best city for singles for almost five years and I didn't meet Mr. Right or even Mr. I Think I Can Live With This.
All I could think of when I had to get up and go to work this morning was "why am I not one of those women I saw at the beach who are spending the summer there with their perfect kids in their perfect beach house with their perfect husband who joins them for long weekends? Okay, I know that's a little overboard on the perfects, but the grass sure looks greener. Sometimes I just get so exhausted taking care of everything myself. And sometimes it's just plain lonely. I don't care so much about the normal "couple" things, like having a date for the company Christmas party. What I miss and want to have again is having someone there on Sunday nights. Someone to order Chinese and watch a movie with.
However, I just have to say I am not to the point in my singleness where I would ever consider going on a reality-TV dating show. I have watched bits and pieces of "The Age of Love," with the 20s vs. the 40s, and it's just appalling. To see these women humiliating themselves to try to win a man just pains me as a woman, as a person. I feel like it sets us all back a hundred years. I normally don't watch reality shows at all, but there's nothing on TV right now & I admit I'd seen the promos for this one & was a little curious. Turns out it's worse than I could've imagined. Shame on you, Mark Consuelos!
6/11/07
Sunday Morning
The worst thing that could possibly happen on a Sunday morning happened to me yesterday. Okay, that could possibly be an exaggeration, but still, to have your coffee maker die in the middle of making your Sunday morning, read-the-paper coffee...it is not the way to start your day, to say the least. When I've tossed coffee makers in the past it was because I was tired of it and something cooler had hit the shelves (like the Grind & Brew, which was better in theory than practice). This was the first time I'd actually worn a coffee maker out.
So my debate with myself began. Do I got out at 8am on Sunday morning and buy a new coffee maker? What would even be open? I'd been to Super Wal-Mart on Saturday. I couldn't possibly brave that...place... two days in a row.
So my debate with myself began. Do I got out at 8am on Sunday morning and buy a new coffee maker? What would even be open? I'd been to Super Wal-Mart on Saturday. I couldn't possibly brave that...place... two days in a row.
6/7/07
Number Two
Sorry for all the pink. I can't help myself. I swear I've been into the color pink way before Legally Blonde and every starlet and 13 year old girl in America. I read something somewhere recently (the Internet has made it harder for me to remember where I read things because it seems I'm always reading random bits of useful or useless knowledge here and there) that years ago pink was the boy color and blue was the girl color. It's coming back to me now...I think it was in one of those feminist magazines...Bust or Bitch or something.
Anyway, I thought of something else I hate...people who are always asking me if I've met anyone, if I'm seeing anyone, blah, blah, blah. At this point, don't people who know me well think I would tell them if I were seeing someone? So then I say "no, not really," or "kind of, but he's not the one," or "no, and if you ask me that again I just might jab a sharp stick in your eye."
Why does it seem to matter to other people so much more than it does to me? Do I seem miserable and pathetic in my singleness? Do they feel sad that I don't have a 'plus one' to bring to all the social events I seem to be compelled to attend? Do they just wish me happiness and can't imagine that happiness exists in singleville? Do they not understand I'm still working out intimacy issues that prevent me from facing true commitment?
I hope that all doesn't sound way too 'Sex in the City' but it's all true. As was much of the sentiment and experience on 'SITC.' That's why we related to it so strongly. It was the issues and situations we singles face, only on a more exciting and glamorous scale.
Anyway, I thought of something else I hate...people who are always asking me if I've met anyone, if I'm seeing anyone, blah, blah, blah. At this point, don't people who know me well think I would tell them if I were seeing someone? So then I say "no, not really," or "kind of, but he's not the one," or "no, and if you ask me that again I just might jab a sharp stick in your eye."
Why does it seem to matter to other people so much more than it does to me? Do I seem miserable and pathetic in my singleness? Do they feel sad that I don't have a 'plus one' to bring to all the social events I seem to be compelled to attend? Do they just wish me happiness and can't imagine that happiness exists in singleville? Do they not understand I'm still working out intimacy issues that prevent me from facing true commitment?
I hope that all doesn't sound way too 'Sex in the City' but it's all true. As was much of the sentiment and experience on 'SITC.' That's why we related to it so strongly. It was the issues and situations we singles face, only on a more exciting and glamorous scale.
6/5/07
The First Time
So this is it...my first blog entry. I've been threatening to start blogging for some time now. Who I've been threatening I'm not sure.
I worry that my grammar will be atrocious because I've become so used to communicating via email and IM and text messaging. Grammar rules don't seem to apply there. I try but eventually you have to give in to brevity and efficiency or you'd never stop typing. My thumbs hurt as it is from text messaging. See? The bad grammar has started already. How do English teachers convince kids that grammar matters any more? And I warn you, I use the ellipse entirely too much. I annoy myself with it. I used to chide one of my bosses (the one who had a sense of humor) about using the ellipse, now I have adopted it as my punctuation of choice.
Things, people, trends, words & other stuff I love (in no particular order): Beauty products...all things hair, skin, make-up and bath...love reading about them in all the women's magazines (I also love magazines, and like my beauty products, they are taking over my home), love putting them in my shopping cart on Sephora.com, love trying as many as I can afford; Entourage; Friday Night Lights; Barack Obama; Oprah (most of the time); The Office; Kahlua & milk; Stephen Colbert; US Magazine (we all need a guilty pleasure or two); Sarah Jessica Parker (and, of course, Sex in the City); the color pink; bad 70s music (think "Hooked on a Feeling" and "The Night Chicago Died"); chips & salsa; the smell of Coppertone; clean sheets; not having to get out of bed on 1)a Monday morning and 2) a rainy morning; early Eddie Murphy ('Aunt Bunny fell down the steps'); blueberries; wild animal shows; CBS Sunday Morning...
Okay, don't want to get too carried away here. Stay tuned for more love & hate.
I worry that my grammar will be atrocious because I've become so used to communicating via email and IM and text messaging. Grammar rules don't seem to apply there. I try but eventually you have to give in to brevity and efficiency or you'd never stop typing. My thumbs hurt as it is from text messaging. See? The bad grammar has started already. How do English teachers convince kids that grammar matters any more? And I warn you, I use the ellipse entirely too much. I annoy myself with it. I used to chide one of my bosses (the one who had a sense of humor) about using the ellipse, now I have adopted it as my punctuation of choice.
So what should I write in this first blog that would let the reader learn a little about me and perhaps interest said reader at the same time? A list! I've always loved lists. Remember The Book of Lists? I loved those. And those wretched emails your girlfriends send called "get to know your friends better" that asks questions like 'Chocolate or Vanilla?' and 'What's your favorite smell?' I love to read people's responses to those. I don't fill them out myself, mind you, but I do like to read what other people write.
So here they are...my lists of loves and hates. Why is it so much easier to think of things you hate?
Things, people, trends, words & other stuff I hate (in no particular order): White sunglasses; Juicy Couture; when reporters change their accents to pronounce foreign words (or their own names); Paris Hilton (I know, that's an easy one but you gotta take the low hanging fruit); the phrases "been there, done that," and "you go girl;" bad manners; bad drivers; drivers who run red lights; dog owners who don't clean up after their dogs; reality TV; Ann Coulter; picking your teeth in public; the over-exposure of things/people that I once enjoyed (Rachel Ray, for example); the use of multiple exclamation marks; people who email in all caps for no reason; forwarded emails, particularly ones that will cause me bad luck for the next 600 years if I don't forward to 10 friends within 5 seconds of receiving; stupid people who don't think they're stupid...Things, people, trends, words & other stuff I love (in no particular order): Beauty products...all things hair, skin, make-up and bath...love reading about them in all the women's magazines (I also love magazines, and like my beauty products, they are taking over my home), love putting them in my shopping cart on Sephora.com, love trying as many as I can afford; Entourage; Friday Night Lights; Barack Obama; Oprah (most of the time); The Office; Kahlua & milk; Stephen Colbert; US Magazine (we all need a guilty pleasure or two); Sarah Jessica Parker (and, of course, Sex in the City); the color pink; bad 70s music (think "Hooked on a Feeling" and "The Night Chicago Died"); chips & salsa; the smell of Coppertone; clean sheets; not having to get out of bed on 1)a Monday morning and 2) a rainy morning; early Eddie Murphy ('Aunt Bunny fell down the steps'); blueberries; wild animal shows; CBS Sunday Morning...
Okay, don't want to get too carried away here. Stay tuned for more love & hate.
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