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Monday, September 29, 2008

Here's Something To Think About...

To those people on the Hill that rejected the bailout plan today, I ask that you please step forward.

Why, you ask?

Well, quite simply, I need to know who NOT to vote for on Nov. 4th. That will be MY birthday present to YOU, dear lawmaker.

Seriously, pull your head out of your butt and get a clue. I don't CARE if you have to go on the road to "campaign". I don't care about the CEOs with the big bonuses that need not get them. I don't CARE about the b.s. and the fact that y'all can't agree over a HAMMER let alone something that is detrimental to our country. You want to campaign - you pay for it out of the salary that I, as a taxpayer, pay your azz. But first, finish your damn job and then get out on the road!

I don't really go into politics on this site and for good reason. Everyone has opinions and opinions can be controversial. However, I'm pissed off and I need to vent. We'll go back to the fluffy bunny stuff tomorrow.

I plan on definitely having a "Come to Jesus" meeting with the phone numbers of certain senators for the state of Florida. We pay their salaries and dammit, they WILL be held accountable. However, one thing struck me as comical. On, one senator was quoted about how he didn't want to vote for it because he was afraid of "losing [his] job". How about this - by not voting for it, I hope your constituents VOTE YOU OUT OF YOUR JOB! Also, per the article, apparently some people took offense at Pelosi's speech. My theory: To those that were "offended" - grow a spine, get a thicker skin and get over yourself. Who the hell cares if your whiny baby feelings were hurt. The fact is our country is in trouble and you want to "be offended". What are you, related to H. in some way, seeing offense where there might be NONE?

Ugh! Seriously, Washington - GET IT TOGETHER because if I had my way, there would be no gray. So, I order you lawmakers to see the writing on the wall and GET TO FIXING. Where's Larry Winget when we need him?

**jumps off soapbox**

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Sunday, September 28, 2008

Tonight's Post...

Any thought that would normally go into tonight's post has been interrupted by the Eagles/Chicago game which has me livid!!! Of all nights for my Eagles to be on is during The Unit and Cold Case premieres. UGH!

So yeah, I'm not a happy puppy. Will be back tomorrow with something with a bit more substance.

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Saturday, September 27, 2008

To Know or Not To Know...

Well, now we're at a countdown status. I'll be in Philly soon enough and the control freak in me is starting to surface. What's bugging me the most is the fact I don't know WHAT is scheduled for Philly.

Meowmix has been a bit consumed with some stuff she's got going on at home. With that being said, I was allowed to "breech" the terms of the bet this week as some urgent business matters popped up, however the urge to poke around and find out about the Philly plans was tempting, to say the least. I DETEST surprises! I love surprising others, just hate when I'm not prepared for what's gonna happen. (Control freak anonymous card holder here and reporting for duty, sir!)

Do I think Rifleman would have disclosed to Meowmix if I had made any innocent inquiry? Ummm, nope. However, I know my guilt will kill me so I decided to be a good girl and just play it straight - only business and nothing else. Sometimes I hate being straight forward. GAHHHHHH! And when I spoke with her last week and the subject of the approved breech came up, her remark was "You're lucky I've been busy with XYZ and that's finished so now I have time to muck this up!" So, what I thought might be smooth sailing means more temptations will be tossed in my path just egging me on to lose the bet. ***sigh***

I'm just wondering if I should buy her damn shoes now or just stick out the remaining 40 days. :::sigh::::

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Friday, September 26, 2008

Friday Flashback...

Back in the 80s, I wasn't only a fan of 80s pop and freestyle/dance music. I did *gasp* like some rock acts too - namely Styx and Night Ranger (and Billy Idol and Pat Benatar but that's irrelevant to this story). What can I say - I had a thing for Tommy Shaw. Ask my parents, they will tell you. I will not, however, comment on the rumor that I borrowed my mom's Osmonds tapes or had John Schneider's album or Loretta Lynn's album. Let's get back to the 80s rock, shall we?

Well one of my gals asks me to check out a free show Sunday with her downtown - headliner is Styx - WITH Tommy Shaw. Now I don't have enough time to score backstage access or anything of that nature so I'm just going as a spectator and playing fan for a day. I will not turn this into a work thing (and for those that know me, know that's a stretch, especially at a show). Plus, I have NEVER - stress NEVER - seen them live. Sure they are doing the retro circuit deal and that was one of my PR specialities (Shush MB!) but eeehhhh. Tommy Shaw - SQUUUUUEEEEE! I feel like I'm 10 again in my room jammin' to some of my fave tunes.

Well, I was joking around with my friends that one of my fave songs was "Don't Tell Me You Love Me" (which totally fits a situ going on in the personal but that's a story for another day). Well, as I go looking for my song, I realize - it's not Styx that sings it - it's Night Ranger... Gahhhhh - my memory must be suffering.

However, YouTube took pity on a gal and provided a video of that tune sung by the lead singer of Night Ranger, Jack Blades and on the guitar - TOMMY SHAW of Styx! Squeeeeee. Man is 54 and doesn't look half bad.

So indulge me as I flash back this weekend to a time where we weren't having a recession, things were a bit better and I could run around my room dancin' to my fave band.

And, in true Styx fashion, here's another track that fits because I, clearly, have "Too Much Time On My Hands".

My parents are gonna crack up at this one (and to think I never subjected them to a Styx concert growing up - just Menudo and some other 80s band *cough cough* The Jets).

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Thursday, September 25, 2008

Why Is It...

That no matter how frustrated I am with my day, I see a new photo of a friend of mine acting silly at one of my fave spots and I am grinning like a banshee.

Ahhh - how I miss home. 43 days until I head back...

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Wednesday, September 24, 2008

What's Spinnin' On The iPod...

Yeah, I know - laugh if you must but I have the new PCD album and I'm lovin' it. This track is definitely one of my faves. The emotion behind the writing just makes a gal think.

Give it a listen: "I Hate This Part" from the Pussycat Dolls sophomore release Doll Domination...

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Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Out of Commission Tonight...

Tonight is the season premiere of NCIS and, as to be expected, I'm already having issues with the "new cast". So, I'll be focusing on that for a change.

Be back tomorrow with something way more interesting. For now, I'll be watching Mark Harmon and hoping that this season won't jump the shark.

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Monday, September 22, 2008

Yay or Nay: Promiscuous' Provocative

I'm back on the hunt for some killer za za zu shoes for November and, thanks to SheFinds, stumbled upon these.

What say you to the Provocative by Promiscuous - Yay or Nay?

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Sunday, September 21, 2008

Blog 365: YOU WON!

Yes, I know - I didn't post last night and, quite frankly, I didn't because I'm BURNT OUT! I didn't want to think of something witty, snarky or even post a video or some shoe love.

Forgive me? I'd rather bring you guys some interesting commentary rather than b.s. just to fulfill an obligation. I did, however, last longer than I thought I would. I didn't cross the finish line but dammit, I did fight the good fight.

So, Blog365, you win. I'll still post but won't beat myself up on the daily for not posting or missing a day.


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Friday, September 19, 2008

That Creaking You Hear...

I've determined that I'm getting old. There were times where I could be quite the social butterfly but as I'm getting near *gasp* 37, I'm of the mindset that I'm getting old and there's some creakin' in my bones.

Perhaps it's just a mental thing as I've been waxing poetic on "Back in my day" blah blah blah whenever I'm griping about someone's work ethic (retail mostly) but seriously, I'm wondering if I should start looking at canes so I can bedazzle it and make it "Lys" worthy. Stilettos and a swanky cane - quite the fashion ensemble, no?

Tonight - I went out with some friends for a going away party for a co-worker. As some of my gals were going on to a new destination, all I could think of was "Ugh - ummm... I'm getting old. Dealing with a bunch of UCF college kids is NOT on my agenda in a packed bar where they turn on the heat in 90 degree weather - nope." Of course I declined but then I was thinking maybe its just me.

Either way, I'm going to pass out early - well after I watch a couple eps of my new fave boy and his show, NCIS. Never in my wildest dreams would I think this character had "it", but eeehhhhhh. Must be the 'cuffs.

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Thursday, September 18, 2008

The One Where I Justify The Need For A 'Bucks Run...

Picture this:

This morning I'm running behind schedule and zoom to my car. I quickly zip out of the apartment complex parking lot with no time to head to Panera to pick up bagels for my team. As I'm runnin' later than the Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland, I figure "ehhhhh" and table that idea until another day. I don't have time for coffee - I still have I-4 traffic to deal with.

As I am zipping down the street, I see something scurry across my window. There, looking at me with a wide eyed "Oh CRAP" expression, is a friend of the fuzzball aka one of the Lizards from the complex. The little lizard is holding on for dear life to the windshield wipers and, as his gills are blowing in the breeze I think "Dammit - I have to let him off. Where to pull over?" I couldn't pull over as there were tree workers everywhere still cleaning up debris and trimming the trees in advance of the next hurricane that, I'm sure, will barrel our way. I tried to tell my lead foot to slow its role but the idiots behind me were having none of that. All I could think of was "HOLD ON LIZARD" as I had to turn to the next street.

See, I can cuss out a person with nary a regret but an animal getting hurt, I will get all weepy and ish so nope, this lizard won't jump to his demise on my watch. And, like a lightbulb going off, it hits me. There is a STARBUCKS is a bit further down the road.

Final outcome:

The Lizard jumped to safety, I had coffee and on I went with my day knowing that his poor little scared expression won't be as scared now that he's moved on to calmer places. I just hope he learns how to safely cross a parking lot.

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Wednesday, September 17, 2008

6 Unspectacular Quirks...

Little Fish tagged yours truly while doing her very first meme. How can I not comply, right?

So, let's go through the formalities...

The Rules: [Dum Da Dum Dum...]

  • Link to the person who tagged you
  • Mention the rules on your blog
  • Tell 6 unspectacular quirks about you
  • Tag 6 following bloggers by linking to them
  • Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger's blogs letting them know they've been tagged.

Alrighty then. Let's play, shall we? Hmmm... 6 Quirks:

1. If I'm shopping in a clothing store, I have to put things back correctly on the hanger. Probably from my days working in Retail. And, if something falls or I see it on the floor while I'm shopping, I also have to pick it up and re-hang it.

2. I'm a firm believer in "This is my space; that is your space" ala Dirty Dancing. Therefore, don't read over my shoulder. Don't crowd me in the grocery store and DON'T get too damn close, especially if I don't know you. If so, you can rest assured that I will shoot the look of death your way and if you don't get the point to back that thing up, you more than likely will hear a very icy Devil Wears Prada voice with "Do you mind?" If you still don't get it, then we'll have a chat about space and boundaries.

3. I cannot, stress, cannot tell someone the same thing three times without getting annoyed. I can't explain it. I hate having to repeat myself but if it hits third/fourth time status, I'm done.

4. Must. Have. Coffee, preferably iced. If someone tells me they don't have iced coffee in a restaurant but I see that they have iced tea, the convo will go a bit like this:

Lys: "Do you have ice"
Server: "Yes"
Lys: "Do you have coffee?"
Server: "Yes"
Lys: "Well then, bring me a glass of ice and some coffee".

I try to be nice when pointing out the simplicity of an ice coffee. However, Meowmix will tell you of one GAH revelation when I was in Toronto where she was about to kill me because I didn't get ice coffee and I was a bit mean. Sorry, coffee is my crack. I come with that disclaimer.

5. More coffee goodness. I cannot have sugar in my ice coffee and, preferably only skim milk. When the gal at Dunkin' doesn't listen to me and assumes that I want it "regular" i.e. cream and gobs of sugar, I'll send that sucker back with the quickness. And if it's old coffee, umm.. no that's going back too.

6. I do not have a poker face. My face is beyond expressive so if I'm annoyed, you'll know it. If I'm happy, you'll know it. If I'm pissed, watch out. And if I'm in a club, just ignore my mean look - I'm just focusing on the DJ and atmosphere. Just smack me upside the head ala NCIS' Gibbs and we're good.

OK, tagging... since this is Little Fish's FIRST Meme that she passed my way, I'll be bold and say

Anyone else up for a meme? Let me know in the comments and I'll come visit.

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Tuesday, September 16, 2008

The Part Where I Get Spooked...

A by-product of making the decisions that I've made recently is facing my past. And, quite simply, dealing with it. And I'm SUCH a champ at dealing with it *snort*. [Insert Sarcasm]

Ever since I was little, if I had a dream that felt so real when I woke up and remembered so vividly, I knew I had to pay attention. I like to attribute that little intuition factor to my mom's side of the fam and the Indian Native American side of my psyche.

I paid attention when I was 8 and had a dream about someone in our basement. 2 hours later, there was some stupid college kids in our basement (and boy did our poodle YAP - smart dog that P.J. was).

I paid attention when I had a dream about EJ that scared the beejesus out of me and, after some prodding by Meowmix, I picked up a phone after 13 years of NOT speaking with him only to find out that he was in the hospital.

I paid attention when Nicky died and had a dream where he told me "Hold out for the brass ring, Lys!" and I broke up with Mark shortly thereafter because I refused to settle.

So, a few weeks ago I had a dream where I was out with Rifleman, Meowmix and some of our crew and I get a call from Nicky. OK - ummm.. weird but I get it as I'll be with these friends on the anniversary of Nick's death and there is a bit of guilt as it's the 10th Anniversary.

Last night, tho - last night spooked me even more than the Nicky dream. I was out again with Rifleman and crew and my cell rings and on the other end is A. A. wanted to talk about my new apartment and as we're discussing the merits of the new place I found in my dream, he was supportive about my decisions and said some pretty poignant things that had me shaking my head. At first, while I was still shaky, I figured it was just a bit of residual sadness after I saw Jarhead or it was just because I'm starting to move on.

Well, before I go to sleep tonight, I figured I'd check out an online dream dictionary as now this is TWO dreams about phone calls and *boom* there it is in black and white.

Check this out:

To see or hear a telephone in your dream, signifies a message from your unconscious or some sort of telepathic communication. You may be forced to confront issues which you have tried to avoid. Alternatively, the telephone represents your communication and relationship with others.
To dream that you are having a telephone conversation with someone your [sic] know, signifies an issue that you need to confront with that person. This issue may have to do with letting go some part of yourself.

So, to my subconscious, I say "Yeah, ummm.. I think I have a clue now. Now cut the crap!" And, I've also decided that Nov. will go on as planned and no decisions are being changed. I can't live my life second guessing every. little. thing.

Upwards and onwards, right?

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I'm Still PO'd...

GAHHHHHHH. Worst. Play. EVER! (and one of the reasons the neighbors will kick my butt for my hollerin' last night)

Courtesy of Philadelphia Will Do - Check out photographic proof of the Eagles DeSean Jackson and his b.s. dropping of the ball during last night's game BEFORE he hit the touchdown zone. Can we say "HELLO - BENCH THAT PUPPY, PLEASE!" He's NOT my favorite person right now. The Cowpokes won, 41-37 but my Eagles fought valiantly.

But, in girly news, I bought my first Kooba... (don't worry - I scored it for cheap on RueLaLa). Will have pics when it arrives next Wednesday (or, perhaps, earlier - pretty please? I'll (kinda) behave).

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Monday, September 15, 2008

No - For The Love Of God Nooooooooooooooooooooo....

Or something along that line is what my new neighbors were greeted with from my apartment. I was hootin' and hollerin' like a wench, screaming at the TV tellin' them "What the EFF? Do you NOT know how to RUN??" or "T.O. - Shut the EFF UP!" or, even better "You back up off McNabb you fool!!!!"

Basically, can you tell I'm watching mah Eagles play the Cowpokes on Monday Night Football? [Sorry Texas peeps! I have NO love for the Cowboys, ESPECIALLY Terrell Owens]

I really hope Jessica Simpson is in the crowd or at least watching the game because her boy, Tony Romo is screwin' up royally. Boy has fumbled giving the Eagles another touchdown. If anything, my boys are playin' a good game. T.O. is really beginning to piss me off even more than usual.

The neighbors next door will look at me funny tomorrow. The cat is hiding in the bathroom. I'm makin' wisecracks like I actually KNOW what's going on in the game (I'm still learning but thanks to Meowmix, Hotfessional and my new book, "Get Your Own Damn Beer, I'm Watchin' The Game", I have a bit more knowledge than I had prior) and I know tomorrow I'm going to be hoarse but you know what, if anything it will be a good game.

And my neighbors won't mess with me either.

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Sunday, September 14, 2008

Inquiring Minds: Fall TV...

What's on your Fall TV Must See list? What tv shows have you captivated?

For me, simple. I'm dyin' to see the Eleventh Hour as Marc Blucas is in it. However, tonight I plan on watching True Blood and Entourage. There are other TV shows, I'm sure but these are the ones that have me going "ARRUUUU" and keeping a second eye on the calendar.

As for the rumor about me watching the Rachel Zoe Project, yes, it's true. However, I blame Bren for her twisting my arm mercilessly to watch and, from that one show, I have some serious fashion "must haves" on my list. That's a whole other blog post for another day.

So, again I ask - what's got you grabbing the remote?

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Saturday, September 13, 2008

Ughhhhhh... Did I Make Deadline???

It's 11:56, the BB is not allowing me onto Blogger and dammit if I don't post SOMETHING I'll be in violation of NahBlahBlah and we can't let THAT happen - not when I'm only 3 mo. away from victory.

Dinner tonight at Todd English's bluezoo was AMAZING! OH. My. God. I'm still in amazement. Stay tuned as yes, I food blogged and photo snapped every. flippin. plate. Last night's "Date" at Williams Sonoma - well my wallet thinks that it was not a good one as my wallet is screaming in horror and tomorrow I can tell you all, my lovelies.

But I will say this - I am inspired and that's just what is needed. I have to think about what to cook tomorrow. Much thanks to the crew at FoodBuzz. Love them!

Now I publish and pass out!

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Friday, September 12, 2008

On The Edge...

So, I was chattin' with someone earlier and told them how crazed things are over here. Between the drama at home, the drams at the 9to5, prior commitments and all things chaotic - September is going to be a VERY busy month. We won't even go INTO October However, one thing that keeps me sane is the knowledge that I'm heading home in November.

So, with that, tonight and tomorrow - it's going to be some light posting over at this joint. I still don't want to lose my Blog365 status so I'm tryin' to keep sane. Tomorrow night, I have a swanky FoodBuzz dinner to attend (and will blog about it over at Cooking In Stilettos). Tonight I have a hot date at William Sonoma to do some "research". Yeah, that's it - research. Tomorrow during the day - well, I'll be recovering from the blueberry martinis that I will be attempting to make tonight.

So, basically - busy weekend, my friends. Busy. Will be back in full effect mode on Sunday.

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Thursday, September 11, 2008

We Remember...

and shall never forget those that have fought for our freedom, those that lost their lives on September 11, 2001 and those who will forever be affected by the attack on our home turf.

We Remember...


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Wednesday, September 10, 2008

One of Those...

OK, I'm apologizing to y'all in advance because what I'm about to say might be a bit offensive, or I'm about the "Flick the Bitch Switch" to quote one Rachel Zoe Project (Shush Bren! *LOL*) but I'm venting. Grab that coffee and let's chat.

This one is to the ladies. You ever have a friend - you know one of those girls - who just drives you to the brink of insanity?

Well, I have a few. Granted, now, these are friends who I've learned to use the term "friends" loosely because some things have come to light that I just have no patience, time or need for. My life has changed over the past few years - so much so, that I know there are some things I just need to cut, namely relationships with a few individuals that just frustrate me to no end. I've pulled back a few times, let some time lapse and, when I go back, it's great for a bit - then it's back to the same ol' same ol'. I have no time for that mess.

My friends are like my family and I say it often, but these girl "friends" that I speak of are like the 4th cuzzo twice removed and then some. And it got me thinking about my close friends, new friends and those I'm putting out to pasture. I noticed a trend - many of my female friends, especially those close to me, have the same mindset as I do - namely, they tend to think like men, are mature, don't tolerate b.s. and are strong women. That could explain that when you see me out and about, many of my close friends are guys and the gals with us, they can roll with the punches.

I'm an open book, upfront and to the point, sometimes blunt but that's just me. Granted, I do have a privacy meter and there are some things I don't talk about with even Bec, Meowmix or Reese. It's my business and that's that. They respect that about me and I respect that about them. You don't see guys getting all up into each other's business, do you? My male friends don't. If you wanna talk, talk. If you don't, then don't - just pass me a damn beer and call it a day.

Now, the girls that I call "Characters", well to be plain and simple, I don't trust them one iota.
  • I have little to no time for those that are judgmental, self serving, full of crap and put others down to make themselves feel better.
  • I don't have time for those that live by the "Crabs in the Barrel" mentality, i.e. if you are doing well, then they think you are "uppity", "snobby" or "arrogant" and you should be as miserable as them.
  • I don't have time for people who you can't trust with your man, not because you can't trust your man but it's THEM you have to worry about (and I speak from experience as I recently learned about a few things with my ex that just had me going "OH NO SHE DIDN'T!" Him, well nothing much surprises me about his funky behind).
  • I don't have time for people who dramatize every. little. thing and, god forbid, you might shift focus off of them for one second, then they get the "Look At Me! Look At Me!" syndrome like a rabid poodle lookin' for a scooby snack.
  • I don't have time for backbiting mess where they will smile in your face and then snipe behind your back.
  • I don't have time for those that assume b.s. and then try to pass it off as fact when, in all reality, it just shows that they really didn't KNOW you like you thought.
  • I don't have time for those people who think I should live by THEIR code and because THEY did it, I should do it too. Ummm. No. I live my life by MY rules and what is good for ME - not them. That's why their life is a whole lot of mess, drama and b.s. and I'm kinda quasi relaxed about stuff and can move down.

Plain and simple, I just don't have the time.

Not to mention, all that mess just puts out a ton of negative energy. Sure, people can be a product of their environments, but I am of the belief that you need to "rise above" and "move forward". Again, that can put me in the "is she on DRUGS" theory but, seriously, I've learned positive begets positive. You can look at the glass half empty or half full - I choose half full. Its more than what you had before, right? And, I believe that Karma is dealing with these characters just fine, as evidenced by the drama b.s. that they keep slinging.

Well, as y'all know, there's something that's going on in November and when I was chatting with Meowmix about it the other day, we had to cross some names off the list because, seriously, I don't need ANY drama that weekend. And, as Meowmix said, she doesn't need to be kickin' anyone's butt out the door - she's already got her hands full.

In the past, I always tried to make sure everyone's happy and everyone's getting along, much to the detriment of my own feelings. When I learned that some of my so-called friends pulled some so-called mess before, what's to say they won't pull that mess again. So, nope, they are C.U.T. and I feel like a HUGE weight has been lifted. I don't have to make these people happy and everyone that IS going to be there gets along fabulously. They are adults and get it.

Do I care about the characters crossed off the list and out of the address book? Not really because as Meowmix said, "With friends like that, who the hell needs enemies." I am no longer part of the "must please everyone" club and have decided that everyone is grown ass adults with grown ass adult problems, feelings and brain cells. If they can't play nicely in the sandbox, yours truly isn't going to play referee.

Plus - my friends, the ones I know who will ALWAYS have my back and won't backstab, talk crap and pull shenanigans - those are the ones that I maintain lifelong friendships with. The others, eeeehhh - their loss, NOT mine.

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Tuesday, September 09, 2008

Brain, Barely Operational...

I have so much going on that my brain is in overdrive. I don't even know where to begin.

Well, last night I got word that my apartment complex lost my rent check. Can I say "ACK!" So, after having a Come to Jesus meeting with the assistant manager, all is right with the world, my rental history is not dinged and that is yet another sign that, perhaps, I should not renew my lease. So, with that, I'm moving in 144 days. Exactly where is unknown, but I've got 144 days to find a new spot and trust me when I say I have some ideas - just can't disclose here. I'm sure y'all understand. But when I can, trust me you are all at the top of the "gotta tell" list.

And, while we have countdowns, the bet has been issued. I had a reprieve of a week from Meowmix to get my affairs in order, but the gist is basically, she's put a gag order on me from meddling with my Nov. Philly trip. The wench is in control and, for once, it's not me. And the pot of gold at the end of the wager rainbow - a pair of shoes. No, not of the Loubou or Choo variety - she put the kibosh on that sucker - more like 9West, Steve Madden, etc. but still - Shoes! GAHHHHHHHHHH. How can I *not* win?

Basically, while I can utter a few "wishes", "things to do" and "places to go", I am NOT in control of my schedule. Part II of said bet: I cannot talk with Rifleman as that could be construed as meddling with said event unless it's for business reasons and with approval. She's the drill sergeant and I have to suppress my inner control freak from going "GAHHHHHHHHH" while trying to micromanage everything as I've been *ahem* known to do. That countdown - 58 days.

She thinks she's gonna win. Little does she know what this gal will do for a pair of shoes...

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Monday, September 08, 2008

I Haz Guest Blog At SSG's Spot?

Moi - Guest Blogger? Never thought those those words would be used in the same sentence. However, since one of my fave bloggers, (Sometimes!) Serendipitous Girl (aka SSG) is off cavorting in Paris, she graciously allowed me to guest blog over at her spot.

So, for good giggle, feel free to visit me HERE today where you will yours truly find waxing poetic regarding one of my favorite subjects - the Stiletto.

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Sunday, September 07, 2008

Oh Hell To The No...

The Universe is messin' with a gal. I'm gonna be working that remote tonight.

Tonight, not only do I have the premiere of Entourage (the Boys are BACK), but also I have Cold Case, Mad Men AND my Phillies are spankin' the Mets. My Tivo is gonna hate me.

You can guess what I'm watchin first. Go Phils!!!

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Saturday, September 06, 2008

And The "What If?" Surfaces...

I made the mistake of watching Jarhead tonight on HBO. Bad idea – bad bad idea. FABULOUS movie – just not what I should be watching, especially with how I’ve been feeling lately and starting the healing process with A.

As I confessed earlier this week, I made the mistake of sending A. a Birthday note and got silence in return. You would think after all this time I would just GET a clue, but somehow I felt the need to just say hello.

I’ve said before how Meowmix used to always tell me that A. was not the same, especially since he returned from Iraq. Well, tonight, not only did this movie give me some insight and a different perspective to his letters and phone calls but also some realization on my part.

A part of my heart wanted to believe that A. would always be the same boy I met that first night we met at Annies in college, that same arrogant, pompous boy with the infectious smile. His smart ass remarks were on point with mine and he could match me move for move. When we decided to be friends and dated other people, we were still tight and he stood by my side during the whole Mark abuse saga. A. got along with [most of] my friends, Nick and he were cool and when Nick died, A. was there for me. Not to mention, A. did something that Mark never did – he believed in me.

A thought creeped into my head that I never allowed myself to entertain before - what if I never moved here? Would A. and I be together?

The weekend I moved down here, I drove with H. and as I was driving through Jacksonville, I got a disturbing phone call from A. At the time he was a cop and boy was he angry. I will never forget A’s reaction. A. screamed “Lys, WHAT THE EFF?!?!?!?! You are moving to ORLANDO? WHY? With HIM? [H. or as A. so affectionately referred to him as “Doorknob”] ARE YOU CRAZY?” Now I had left a message for him 2 weeks prior with his roommates so I presume that they finally told him. Man, H. had to listen to A. howlin’ through the phone and I just was silent the remainder of the ride to Orlando knowing that it was over then. It took 3 months for A. and me to talk again. When I found out he had gotten back with his ex girlfriend J., he remarked “Well, you don’t live here anymore. What was I supposed to do?” Thinking back, I should have told him off but seriously, what could I do? I had made a commitment and dammit, even then I wouldn’t admit defeat.

Again, it took time but we made sure to keep in touch, keep our friendship intact, especially while he was overseas. When he married J., it broke my heart and I remember breaking down at the studio thinking it could have been me, if only I didn’t move to Orlando to help H. with this project.

Don’t get me wrong, I loved doing PR and I always will. However, when H. would preach “Lys, we all have to sacrifice” and go on those tirades, sometimes I wondered if he understood the sacrifice I made. I left my family, my friends, missed the first years of Meowmix’s daughter’s life, Bec’s boys’ lives, and a man I LOVED for what? Granted, I did have opportunities here that I would NEVER trade and met people that I adore, but still, there’s that nagging “WHAT IF?”

Basically, seeing that movie just loosened up the flimsy stitches that were holding my heart together and a whole wave of emotions engulfed me. It made me think, “What if?” What if I never moved here? What if I just stayed up north? What would have happened? How different would my life be?

I opened up a box that I keep hidden in my room where I keep my journals from my college days and when I first moved here. Some of the entries made me laugh, some made me sad, some made me furious and some made me shake my head in wonder. And, in the back of one of the journals were not only the pics of Justine and Nick that I haven’t been able to locate but also my absolute favorite picture of A. Seeing his face just made it worse and I don’t even want to look at a videotape that I have in the box of all of us hanging out after shooting a pilot show for a business partner (though I really should transfer it to DVD – just don’t have the strength to do it).

Here’s something that is really bothering me - I wonder if this pain will always be here, even just a twinge and, if so, will it poison any future relationship I may have if I don’t deal with it now.

I don’t know if I will ever find that type of chemistry with another person like I had with A. We knew on a LOOK what the other was thinking. We could tell each other anything. He was one of my best friends. I trusted him explicitly and knew that he would always be there for me, in some form or another. Our paths crossed often enough for me to see that and no matter what happened, fate would toss one of us in the other’s path. However, he’s in Providence now and I’m here in Orlando. Our paths won’t be crossing and, even in today’s technology fueled world, A. is not handy with computers. It also is not a secret that he and J. divorced and he didn’t deal well with his return to civilization from active duty. He’s not the same person I gave my heart to, but a different shell of a person who’s been to hell and back.

Again, I’m just venting. I don’t know what the future holds for me but somehow I have to realize that A. won’t be a part of my future, just my past. And, for that, I have to wonder, was moving here worth it? I guess I’ll never know.

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Friday, September 05, 2008

Inspired by Lipstick Jungle...

Y'all know how much I adore that show, Lipstick Jungle, right? Well, many moons ago (shush, last season, mmmkkkayyy?), I lamented to one Ms. Bren of Flanboyant Eats that I needed a pearl necklace much like the one Victory Ford wore on the show. Well, my friends, I found it - AND it was at Tar-Jayyyyyy, not South Street in Philly. The price tag made dealing with the characters I encountered at the crazy store all that much better. Well, somewhat, but you know me and my crazy ass encounters in this town and my lack of keeping my opinions to myself.

So, I played with Polyvore and in true LabelHo fashion (love her blog and if you don't read it - start please - she's returning soon!), I created this little "What I Wore Today." Well, a jist of what today's outfit was because the wrap top is from Spiegel, the cami from Torrid and my heels - love the Stuarts but boy do they hurt. You would think after runnin' around the Bourbon without tripping on the cobblestones, they'd be broken in by now (shush Meowmix and Rifleman - I can walk in heels, but just not when Ant's mixing the cocktails).

Today, it was all about the fashion, well, Philly style because if anything, I certainly do not dress like a gal from Orlando.

I love fall fashion... seriously, I do.

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Thursday, September 04, 2008

Fanning The Flames... Or How I Encountered The Altamonte Firefighters...

Last night, I headed to Tar-Jay to pick up a few things and then decided I'd relax with takeout from my fave deli and watch the season premiere of BONES (hello - David Boreanez - need I say more?). I run into characters at TarJay, start getting frustrated and welcome Snark back into the mix.

Well, remember that fire our complex had when I first moved in? Well, I got home and found 2 fire trucks in front of my apartment complex. OMG I was about to lose it. Not again!!!

I'm praying under my breath and hoping Shadow is okay when I see 2 hot firefighters looking at the side of the building and gesturing wildly. Well, there's no smoke, no flames, etc. That's good, right?

Well, I found out that apparently the pressure washers washing the building exterior screwed up the alarms. Basically, we were safe but that didn't stop me from flirting and channelling my inner SSG. And normally I don't like firefighters because back in the day I was *ahem* familiar with one firefighter that pretty much turned my attention to cops/soldiers.

Well, let me say Seminole County Firefighters are not only easy on the eyes but easy to talk to. Changed my opinion forever. And, let's be honest, they can come check on the alarm any time. Just give me some notice so I can rock the cleavage next time!

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Wednesday, September 03, 2008

HTML Queens...

Anyone able to assist me in a minor tweek of the top part of the template? I'm scratchin' my head going "What the HECK??"

Major thanks in advance!

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The Snark Has Passed...

I have to admit that I was in a snarky mood earlier today. Partially because the wager is starting to take its toll (shush Meowmix - I'm just in a rough patch!), partially because I'm annoyed with people that seem to think that while I'm blonde, that a brain doesn't reside in my head and, finally, because I'm still holding in a bit of annoyance with some residual drama from Philly that will be dealt with when I return.

I'm also snarky because, quite honestly, I miss my crew. I can start to feel some strain with some loose ends that need to be snipped (yes, Mr. Convenient being one of them) and a couple others, pretty much because I don't have time for their drama. Plus, speaking of snipping, I have a confession. It was A.'s birthday the other day and, I caved and emailed him. I really should NOT have done that as it only opened up a wound I was not ready to deal with and thought had healed. Reality is, I have to be honest that a part of me will always love that idiot but he's not the one for me.

Finally, let's not even go into Facebook with its constant notifications as to what people are up to. Somehow I feel like I'm being intrusive and don't like that. I really don't need to know what song Meowmix added, who's friending who or what shambles Rifleman and crew left Chi-Town in. And don't EVEN get me started on people sending me stupid applications. Drinks, sure. Plants - okay - but OH MY LORD people *LOL* No Coach or Chanel gifts. To quote a buddy, "Send me ONE MORE APPLICATION, I'll start droppin' people." (I won't but damn, sometimes one of them just sends me over the edge!!)

So Snark was in FULL effect today. Trust me on that.

Then I read this post by SSG today and smiled and *poof* the snark mood disappeared. Her post of looking out the windows and giving her brain time to actually enjoy the scenery reminded me of when I first started traveling and touring. The feeling of excitement that would overtake me as I gazed out over the plane wings on my way to my destination (more often then not, the bright lights of the Vegas' strip) and what lay ahead. After a while, that feeling got old and I would start to snooze the minute the plane wheels began to taxi down the runway or would let my brain race with all things "control freak" and "work-related".
Recently, that feeling resurfaced when I saw the Philly skyline from the plane windows on the last trip. So much promise of things undiscovered and new experiences, people and places overran the brain race of "Lys, you have to do X, Y, Z and S." or "Lys, did you confirm blah blah blah." Even upon departing, I remember looking out the windows to get one last glimpse of my city skyline before I headed back to Orlando and the day to day.

I just have to remember that mental image, remember the wonder and anticipation ahead and tell Snark it can take a back seat to life.

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Tuesday, September 02, 2008

Don't Shoot Me...

Somehow I caught the 90210 must see virus (purely for business reasons - music placement *cough* really for Rob Estes *cough*) so forgive me if I have nothing witty, snarky or amusing on the agenda.


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Monday, September 01, 2008

Amusing - Well At Least To Me...

I get a kick out of my friends, seriously, I do. My friends who I have known for ages will tell anyone that I can compartmentalize stuff and flip into business mode, lickety-split. Also, when I am in my right mind (which is 99.99% of the time), I often think like a guy. I cut the b.s., speak frankly and deal with things swiftly. I try not to get emotional. I try not to get attached. Basically, I just speak it like it is and deal with the facts. I don't like to think of what others might think of me or my decisions. I don't try to analyze what others might be thinking/saying/doing. Just the facts - that's all.

I will recount something that Nick said to me once back when we were first getting to know each other, "Lys, you can separate friendship from business and not let either fall by the wayside." Yup, that's moi. We had hung out one night, he thought I was going to get all wiggy and the next day it was back to the same ol same ol. From that point on, he knew I was NOT just anotha gal. I have a number of girl and guy friends and they all know how I am. And you can see that many of my friends I've known for years and have kept those friendships together.

Well, over the past few months, I've met some new peeps who I'm just getting to know. For example, there's one of them who's been a great guy - don't get me wrong, but I get a kick out of him thinking that I'm going to get all wiggy like every other gal he knows. If he forgets to call, I don't get pissed or analyze - I move on. Send me an email or text - I work well with that. Swift and to the point. He's busy and I'm busy and I respect that. Also, when he tells me he's going to do something, he does it or goes above and beyond.

However, when I had something that actually NEEDED action from him, *poof* he all of a sudden starts acting like many guys I know (and Mat - don't cite sexist comment here *LOL* You are not in that generalization). I can't wait until he actually has to see me in a work environment because that's when he's going to get a clue (or three). If I see something, I act on it quickly because, in my world, time is, indeed, money. The only casualty from his inaction - him because it was going to benefit his business. I expect a big ol' Homer Simpson "DOH" from him when I see him next because this was a fabu opportunity. You know I'm gonna grin for days, right?

The battle of the sexes - neither side is victorious. But at least it makes for some amusing blog fodder.

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