i just realized, to my self centered awareness, that i did not blog about the accomplishment of my 2 week effort. On wednesday 1/7/09 i decided to give up candy/cookies/ & dessert for 2 weeks. i updated along the way but never revealed if i stayed true to the very end. Well i did. i did not partake of candy/ cookies/ or dessert until Thursday 1/22. that is, infact, 15 days.
i broke this effort with a piece of cake at work. it was a disappointment. i had deep dish brownies with icecream on friday. also a disappointment. i had more, cooled brownies on saturday and i am not gonna lie. . . . those were AMAZING!!
i still have not had a BV chocolate/ hazelnut milkshake. i am going to try to make it til saturday for that.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Little Red
Little Red has not been out of the garage since the Thursday BEFORE Christmas. That is 4 weeks + 3 days.
It was safer for her in the garage.
But she was lonely. And thanks to Shade & the other stray cats she was dirty.
It was safer for her in the garage.
But she was lonely. And thanks to Shade & the other stray cats she was dirty.
Today she came out of the garage.
She went through a car wash.
She got her tummy full of regular unleaded gas and then . . . .
SHE PUT HER TOP DOWN AND CRUISED!!!
She went through a car wash.
She got her tummy full of regular unleaded gas and then . . . .
SHE PUT HER TOP DOWN AND CRUISED!!!
Blue Skies, Cruisin' around topless . . . Can it be Spring yet??
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
2008 Recap
This is a report, with some edits, summing up my unsuccess in 2008. i am leaving off my one night stands (& other forgetables) and of course my-mom-set-me-up disaster.
Dating is awkward. Planned, Paired Off, and Paid For; the supposed definition of a date. A better definition: Awkward. I am pretty sure I am ready for a relationship. And I am pretty sure my heart is whole and ready to love. But for some darned reason I am having a really hard time being swept off my feet.
To break the ice I had my BDFC date last summer. And then I had my first rebound kiss with the DJ at Gienelle's wedding in September 07. And then the ball really got rolling when Natalie and I decided to get a New Years Kiss no matter what (and succeeded). Since then (1/1/08) the game has been in motion. Let me recap (in no particular order) some of the highlights (purposely leaving out the low lights like my date to the sweethearts ball that told me that he was excited that I was better looking than his X wife.)
Guy #1 Great Guy. He met all of my dating qualifications. He calls and asks me out early in the week for the weekend. This happens every week for 2 months. Great dates, great guy, no spark. He was intelligent, good conversationalist, but there was no chemistry. I am a pretty flirty person and I could NOT flirt with him. We held hands and awkwardly cuddled. After 2 months I asked him why he kept asking me out. He then asked me: Why do you keep saying yes? This was the end of the "relationship". But this was not a relationship. There was no DTR, no mid week chats (a few texts, but that doesn't really count). He even agreed that it was not a relationship even though he confessed he wasn't dating anyone else. THE END
Guy #2 He also met all the dating qualifications. He was basically the most complimentary, romantic guy ever. Persistent, upfront, committed, brought gifts, flowers, he can cook (and does), and he always eased my worries when I was stressed. He is fun, creative, intelligent, and ambitious . . . I am an idiot. For months he declared his feelings, and time and time again I turned him down. Each time I turned him down he would stay my friend and be loyal and fabulous. He would get jealous but never mad. Damn my feelings or rather the lack of them.
Guy #3 Good Guy. He is dependable, funny, athletic, faithful. Who ever said guys were slow to commit never met this guy. Every time we hung out we were in a relationship. And when I realized this I had to "break it off". I broke up with him more times than anyone else ever before and we were never even in a relationship (atleast as far as my intentions went). Sheesh. What hurt is that I loved being friends with him. We had a flirty friendship that he misread as a relationship. I have been told I suck at communicating. I also suck at breaking up. But I got lots of practice here. More than I paid for really.
Guy #4 He was fun, flirty, unassuming. He was me in a male body. Our chemistry was awesome. We both agreed that if nothing else we had chemistry. However, he was all, all wrong for me. Which is why I wanted him!! This is the story of my romantic life. Love based on chemistry. Sheesh I have gotten to the point where I am like "this multi-guy-dating has to stop!" So I was actually thinking "this is the one I pick". But Mr. Fun & Flirty ran away. Well not really. But he just wanted to keep things Hot and Light Hearted. Not Hot and Heavy. Oh well. Hot tubs, hot all nighters, hot conversations - - its true what they say . . . you can't base a relationship on heat. Dammit. I love heat.
Guy #5 Wow. OK the best part of this guy was his arms. OK, his whole body really. I hated his hair because it had too much gel in it but there was plenty left of him to run under my fingers. I have never really been a girl that needed a hot guy. In fact, quite the contrary. This guy was also ALL wrong for me. But we had such an amazing 1st meeting and such an amazing 1st date. I wish I could rewind to the end of that 1st date and just leave it at that. Leave it and say "no more, it will ruin it." Because more did ruin it. There was no improving on that first date although we tried for 6 weeks and it ended when sleepovers (or the lack of) became of issue. He disappeared. Crap. Atleast the beginning of our love story and his ARMS made it worth it. For those reasons I do not regret it. Moral of the story: if you feel inclined to leave your # for a hot waiter that gives great service, DO IT.
Guy #6 This was a relationship based on cuddling and racquetball. I guess there are worse things to base a relationship on. He is one of the very, very few people that I could talk with on the phone for hours. I am not even sure what we talked about but it was good. However, he wanted a girlfriend and I wanted a different boyfriend so we were at an impasse. He was all wrong for me too. And in truth, I really was all wrong for him too. But somehow we "got eachother" and the secret romance and the stolen kisses were fun. And he is one of the few, observant people that could recognize my fully clothed body from the back on a crowded beach he did not know I would be at. There is something flattering about that.
Guy#7 This guy was fantastic. Not passive, very direct (yet romantic) in his intentions. Very manly, rugged, sweet, sensitive. Healthy cook, good cuddler, great smile, swoonful singing voice, AND definitely ready to take things to "relationship level". But, alas, i could not do it. I did put forth a valiant effort, but in the end, it was THE END.
OK 2009 . . . Whats in store???
Dating is awkward. Planned, Paired Off, and Paid For; the supposed definition of a date. A better definition: Awkward. I am pretty sure I am ready for a relationship. And I am pretty sure my heart is whole and ready to love. But for some darned reason I am having a really hard time being swept off my feet.
To break the ice I had my BDFC date last summer. And then I had my first rebound kiss with the DJ at Gienelle's wedding in September 07. And then the ball really got rolling when Natalie and I decided to get a New Years Kiss no matter what (and succeeded). Since then (1/1/08) the game has been in motion. Let me recap (in no particular order) some of the highlights (purposely leaving out the low lights like my date to the sweethearts ball that told me that he was excited that I was better looking than his X wife.)
Guy #1 Great Guy. He met all of my dating qualifications. He calls and asks me out early in the week for the weekend. This happens every week for 2 months. Great dates, great guy, no spark. He was intelligent, good conversationalist, but there was no chemistry. I am a pretty flirty person and I could NOT flirt with him. We held hands and awkwardly cuddled. After 2 months I asked him why he kept asking me out. He then asked me: Why do you keep saying yes? This was the end of the "relationship". But this was not a relationship. There was no DTR, no mid week chats (a few texts, but that doesn't really count). He even agreed that it was not a relationship even though he confessed he wasn't dating anyone else. THE END
Guy #2 He also met all the dating qualifications. He was basically the most complimentary, romantic guy ever. Persistent, upfront, committed, brought gifts, flowers, he can cook (and does), and he always eased my worries when I was stressed. He is fun, creative, intelligent, and ambitious . . . I am an idiot. For months he declared his feelings, and time and time again I turned him down. Each time I turned him down he would stay my friend and be loyal and fabulous. He would get jealous but never mad. Damn my feelings or rather the lack of them.
Guy #3 Good Guy. He is dependable, funny, athletic, faithful. Who ever said guys were slow to commit never met this guy. Every time we hung out we were in a relationship. And when I realized this I had to "break it off". I broke up with him more times than anyone else ever before and we were never even in a relationship (atleast as far as my intentions went). Sheesh. What hurt is that I loved being friends with him. We had a flirty friendship that he misread as a relationship. I have been told I suck at communicating. I also suck at breaking up. But I got lots of practice here. More than I paid for really.
Guy #4 He was fun, flirty, unassuming. He was me in a male body. Our chemistry was awesome. We both agreed that if nothing else we had chemistry. However, he was all, all wrong for me. Which is why I wanted him!! This is the story of my romantic life. Love based on chemistry. Sheesh I have gotten to the point where I am like "this multi-guy-dating has to stop!" So I was actually thinking "this is the one I pick". But Mr. Fun & Flirty ran away. Well not really. But he just wanted to keep things Hot and Light Hearted. Not Hot and Heavy. Oh well. Hot tubs, hot all nighters, hot conversations - - its true what they say . . . you can't base a relationship on heat. Dammit. I love heat.
Guy #5 Wow. OK the best part of this guy was his arms. OK, his whole body really. I hated his hair because it had too much gel in it but there was plenty left of him to run under my fingers. I have never really been a girl that needed a hot guy. In fact, quite the contrary. This guy was also ALL wrong for me. But we had such an amazing 1st meeting and such an amazing 1st date. I wish I could rewind to the end of that 1st date and just leave it at that. Leave it and say "no more, it will ruin it." Because more did ruin it. There was no improving on that first date although we tried for 6 weeks and it ended when sleepovers (or the lack of) became of issue. He disappeared. Crap. Atleast the beginning of our love story and his ARMS made it worth it. For those reasons I do not regret it. Moral of the story: if you feel inclined to leave your # for a hot waiter that gives great service, DO IT.
Guy #6 This was a relationship based on cuddling and racquetball. I guess there are worse things to base a relationship on. He is one of the very, very few people that I could talk with on the phone for hours. I am not even sure what we talked about but it was good. However, he wanted a girlfriend and I wanted a different boyfriend so we were at an impasse. He was all wrong for me too. And in truth, I really was all wrong for him too. But somehow we "got eachother" and the secret romance and the stolen kisses were fun. And he is one of the few, observant people that could recognize my fully clothed body from the back on a crowded beach he did not know I would be at. There is something flattering about that.
Guy#7 This guy was fantastic. Not passive, very direct (yet romantic) in his intentions. Very manly, rugged, sweet, sensitive. Healthy cook, good cuddler, great smile, swoonful singing voice, AND definitely ready to take things to "relationship level". But, alas, i could not do it. I did put forth a valiant effort, but in the end, it was THE END.
OK 2009 . . . Whats in store???
Monday, January 5, 2009
the pages are stuck together , , , ,
often, not always, but often i will read the last page of a book to see if i like it. i dont care that it "ruins" it. i look forward to seeing the story unfold in the other pages knowing that i will reach a good ending.
i am in the middle of a story now that has had quite a few unexpected twists. for some reason i cannot skip ahead to the final page to see how it ends. i keep threatening to quit the story because it doesn't make any sense. but every time i give up on the story something hopeful happens. the dang plot of the story is thickening and i am afraid i am getting sucked in. it has the form of a "happily ever after romance" but, like Message in a Bottle & City of Angels (i hate those books/movies), i see drama potential for a whole box of kleenex.
dammit! why cant i read the last page?? even skip ahead a few chapters? i like to do that too. i like to make sure the story is going in a direction i agree with. i did that with Twilight and my roommate scolded me but it did not ruin the story, it make me look forward to the unfolding.
i am in the middle of a story now that has had quite a few unexpected twists. for some reason i cannot skip ahead to the final page to see how it ends. i keep threatening to quit the story because it doesn't make any sense. but every time i give up on the story something hopeful happens. the dang plot of the story is thickening and i am afraid i am getting sucked in. it has the form of a "happily ever after romance" but, like Message in a Bottle & City of Angels (i hate those books/movies), i see drama potential for a whole box of kleenex.
dammit! why cant i read the last page?? even skip ahead a few chapters? i like to do that too. i like to make sure the story is going in a direction i agree with. i did that with Twilight and my roommate scolded me but it did not ruin the story, it make me look forward to the unfolding.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
deliciousness
here he is thinking about me and writing something charming.
this pic is me with my magical goblet and mr. magical himself
these pictures make me happy. and since it is a happy new year i thought i would post them as my 1st post of 2009.
this pic is me with my magical goblet and mr. magical himself
these pictures make me happy. and since it is a happy new year i thought i would post them as my 1st post of 2009.
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