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Monday, October 06, 2008

Why Is It...

Yeah - it's been quite a weekend, my friends.

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Friday, October 03, 2008

Can He Buy A Clue, A Gal Wonders...

So, in a total twist of fate, I have been playing catch up for a bit with some people from my past that have crossed my path again. It's been pretty cool, to say the least. Time does, sometimes, heal wounds. Granted that noone is perfect, however knowing how I *personally* have changed and grown up, I can look back and go "eeehhhh" and deal. I mean, c'mon now. I am not always the most pleasant person to deal with either so I totally get it. I was an utter witch back in the day.

However, there are some people who should be left in the memory banks, never to dust off. Those people - well, pretty much mostly Mark, I desire NO contact with AT all. And, I reserve the right to add to that list as needed. Other than that, I'm cool with most people from my past and have stayed friends with most guys I dated.

Now, here's a situation I've had to deal with recently. Remember how I talked about Western Mass and how some (NOT ALL) people just don't change? That they stay stagnant with the same cliques, same mindsets and no evolution? Now, while my family still resides in Western Mass, I however have never felt "at home" there. Maybe it's from growing up in Connecticut or my time spent during high school in Philadelphia but my heart and mind [and accent] screams Philly Girl. (Hence my weakness in the knees for Philly boys!)

Let's get into the main gist of today's missive, namely the boys in Western Mass ("W. Mass"). Growing up, while my first love was a Philly boy, there were other boys in my life from Western Mass. Mr. Convenient - a W. Mass Boy. Mark - a W. Mass Idiot. Fireboy was a W. Mass boy. And, finally, the Twins were W. Mass Boys. Note, all of the above boys are STILL in W. Mass.

Well, Facebook and Classmates have drawn some of the people from my past across my path and I realized something about the W. Mass boys I've dated. They seem to think all women are beyond into them and, after this week, apparently they tend to think that the reason I'm friendly FROM ORLANDO is because I want to get with them.


*cough* *sputter* *cough* *sputter*

EXCUSE ME?!?!?

Let me explain:

First case:

Fireboy ran into my gal Bec a few weeks ago and asked about me. Hey - he still sends me jokes and emails from time to time. No biggie. So, I shoot him a harmless email to say "Hey" since, of course he was inquiring. At least that way he can be nosy and ask ME and not make Bec uncomfy. (That was a tough situation back then - ugh! Let's just say SHE was right. He's an azz). Well, in his email, Fireboy gets a dose of diarrhea of the mouth and told me at length how he's "married now with a baby". OK, dumbazz. I KNEW THAT. Clearly I knew that because HE TOLD ME THAT BEFORE in an email last year. And in emails announcing that before his jokes. His emails that I never respond to because, clearly, they didn't warrant a response.

Now, while we were friends, that just made me laugh. I didn't want to get with him 7 years ago so why am I going to be jockin' him now - FROM ORLANDO? Umm... no. The man who, after we met, decided that he needed to get involved with a girl who was 17 instead of someone his own age?!?! Mind you, we were in our late 20s. Whatever, dude. Get a clue. (And yes, SSG - I stopped comparing all firemen to this idiot. This guy clearly had issues). I just laughed and moved on. However, since we had the same friends and would run into each other when I would be in W. Mass, I was cool with everything. Now, I know his wife has a mad case of the jealousy bug but give me a break.

Second case:

On Facebook, someone brought up one of the classes I detested and needed a tutor for - Economics. Well, that got me to thinking, I wonder whatever happened to Mick, my old Eco. tutor. Mick also had a twin brother, Tom.

Backstory on the Twins: I worked with both of them at my after school job. One summer during high school, I was totally into one twin, Tom, only to get my heart broken at the end of a summer as he wound up dating a couple girls from the job. Whatever.

In college, when his brother Mick was my tutor, things evolved and it was cool but it was COLLEGE. And it was way before I met A. Sure, through them I went to my first Frat party. They were the ones who got me hooked on Pink Floyd and The Cure. Cool guys. Eeehh - so was the past, right? Plus, we were FRIENDS first and that always means more to me.

Well, I pretty much put the Twins out of my mind until a few weeks ago when Economics came up and on Classmates, there was Mick. So I sent a brief "Hi! How the heck are you and Tom?" email. Totally harmless, generic and quick. I forgot about it until I had to log into Classmates to see if a gal of ours from college, Lisa, was on there and there was a message from Mick.

In the most blunt way possible it was that Tom was married with two boys (to someone I detested in High School, btw) and that Mick was dating a teacher in Connecticut. That was it. No "How are you?" No "I'm working doing XYZ". Nothing about their family who I was cool with. Just waving a big "MARRIED/DATING" sign. What. The. HELL??

I read it twice and went "Oh MY GOD! He's STILL dumb as a bag of rocks!"

First of all, I'm happy that they are married/dating/whatever - that is never the issue. I'm always wanting my friends to be happy. I just realized that while I am cool with staying friendly with those I've dated in my past, based on the behavior of the boys from W. Mass, W. Mass boys tend to freak out and think that I want a reconciliation or some mess. In their world, a girl can't be friendly. Shoot - I'm friendly to people. (Maybe that's the part they aren't used to - see above. I said I was a witch). Keep in mind that I rarely get back with someone after we've broken up because when you "Break Up", clearly, something's "BROKEN!" That's my thought process. I learned that after Mark and our numerous break-ups and random b.s.

So, after thinking about it last night, here's my response to the boys in W. Mass from my past. "Please, don't even ENTERTAIN the thought I'd want to get with you again - EVER. It's a bizillion years later and I've moved on - way past on!" It's amusing to say the least because if they knew me now, they would know that I'm not "That Girl".

Men *shakes head*

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Thursday, October 02, 2008

Sound The Horns...

I lost The Bet.

I know, I know. I was CLOSE. I was only *gasp* 36 days away from new choos. And, I threw it all away to find a damn hotel room in Philly. Apparently, during the time we are in town, everyone else is in town too. Who knew Philly was such a happenin' hot spot? And, do you think there is a hotel room NEAR where we will be at most of the time? Ummmm. No. There are no hotels in the Manayunk area and all the hotels in Center City and on the Main Line are booked. There is no room at the inn, my friends.

I'm okay with throwing caution to the wind and breaking the terms of the bet because, with some quick thinking from Rifleman and Meowmix, a hotel room was procured. Granted its a "little ways" from the spot we will be hanging out at but it could be worse. We aren't staying in Jersey and we are NOT paying $700 + a night for a room at the Ritz. Not paying $700 a night means - MORE $$$ for important things - like shoes and cocktails and shopping.

Now - on to more important things - like driving my crew nuts. Don't worry - I'll factor in adequate torture for Meowmix due to the fact I went quite a long time before I started to meddle... She'll just respond "I told you so!"

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Wednesday, October 01, 2008

Just in Time For Halloween...

Remember how I told y'all that the Blackberry "died" during the Philly trip and I learned that Blackberry + Sink = NON Mixy Things?

Remember how I told you I procured a new sassy RED Blackberry in Philly, and shortly thereafter channelling my inner Clumsy gal and falling on Market St.

Remember how I told y'all that I could blog via Blackberry?

Well, yeah - don't pay attention to any of the above. This damn thing is flippin' possessed. Straight out possessed. For 2 weeks it does NOT work, won't download email, the battery dies like a mofo and I haven't had time to bring it into the Blackberry Doctor.

Today, it starts downloading over 800 emails from over the past two weeks - all of which are NOT on my server. WTH?? These are emails I've already dealt with, deleted, etc. All of which downloaded when the BB was on vibrate mode and it just sounded so daggone inappropriate.

Daggone Blackberry is psycho - appropriate for October, no?

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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 MSN.com, 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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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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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:
Telephone

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.
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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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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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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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