Because 73 does not feel like spring. Or March. And it's lovely outside but in my office it's a hotbox and I am so cranky. Also I'm bored because I'm really caught up here and I have read all of the internet today!
Things are going well. Sometimes I still feel stressed about what's left to do at home (I guess because I have busy weeknights this week), but it's really in fine shape. We still have to go to Ikea for bedroom furniture, and it may get a little crowded in there but it'll fit, and I need the living room curtains to arrive and I have to decorate with photos and stuff a little more, but it's almost there. Somehow it seems like I need to clean the floors every other day, but I think this weekend I'll do a big vacuum/mop/scrub to the floors (there are some spots behind the radiator that no one should ever have to see) and then spot mop for another week or two until I do that again. It seems to collect dust more than my last apartment for some reason, but it's a boy with boy hairs and the Target reviews online did say the new towels were "linty," so what can you do. Oh, and I need to figure out how to clean off old grease spots on the stove and the stove hood. (PEOPLE ARE DISGUSTING.) I've tried all of my cleaning products and elbow grease and there's still some that won't budge. Any cleaning hints would be appreciated!
I had a fun weekend of Homeland marathon and Greek food at home with Hike on Friday, helping Schmillie look at Astoria apartments on Saturday then the girlfriends came over for some drinks at my place (my first in-person visitors!) and then we went out for St. Patty's and I got very drunk. Which was very fun, but I also managed to pull something in my back (it's been sensitive with all the moving/cleaning/lifting I've been doing, and I just pushed it too far somehow), so the past few days have been painful but it seems mostly better today, finally. Sunday I slept, laid around, and ate Chinese food. And then last night I cooked Five Alarm Chili for us and for Harpie dinner, which will be tomorrow night. Our theme is our astrological signs, so I had to make an appetizer that represented my Sagittariusness, so I figured the chili would work for my fire sign that loves travel and adventure (it's got Mexican flavors) as well as curiosity, since I sort of made it up as I went with some scant guidance as far as ingredients. I'm going to serve it in small portions in little corn tortilla cups (if those work when I bake them in a muffin tin tonight) and just some cheese and crema and green onion on top. I'm pumped! Plus we'll be eating a few meals out of the pot, too, so it was worth the effort. I put laundry off until Thursday, since tonight I get my haircut (and I'm super excited about it though I'm not doing anything different), and tomorrow night I'll be with my fellow zodiacs.
I took out my cartilage earring on Sunday, too! It had been suddenly bothering me lately when I slept on that side (I think it was rubbing the strap from my eye mask), and then I was thinking it's probably time I moved on from that look anyway, as I am 30 and it didn't mean much to me anymore. I'd had it for 10 years! So it's out, and I have the hole still but it'll hopefully close up. It's not noticeable anyway. Besides I still have three holes in my left earlobe, so I'm not too square. I feel the same, guys.
Um, Hike still hasn't slept at home. It just never seems like the right time! He'll be done with class late and then I want to feed him and then we're both tired and he doesn't want to have to schlep his stuff home, and so whatever, we'll see how this plays out. I don't want to worry about it.
OH I FORGOT THE MOST EXCITING PART. Schmillie found a very cute, quirky, HER apartment on Saturday and she just found out today that she got it. It's like less than 10 minutes from my apartment! It's going to be great! She has always lived an hour away (at least) so this will be so fun to have a new neighborhood friend and I'm so going to push the "drop-by" neighbor type of relationship. That would make me very happy. (Just like Friends, right?) Now we just need some male friends in the area to balance things out.
In weight news, I am feeling slimmer and my clothes are fitting more loosely, though I tried to weigh myself this morning and it hadn't moved, which was confusing. I blame my slopey bathroom floor. Also I'm sure I've been burning calories with all of the cleaning and stuff, so maybe I added muscle weight? Anyway, I feel good so I just have to keep eating fairly well and enjoying myself. I definitely need to lower my stress/anxiety levels, so let's just relax and let it happen, right? :) Ha, I'll try. OH CRAP but I do have to be in a swimsuit in a month for Schmate's Bachelorette Trip to Miami...but with all girls, I suppose, so it's not as nerve wracking.
SUMMER IS HERE, basically. We only had one good snowstorm! I'm grieving the winter that never was.
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Monday, November 14, 2011
So That Happened
My life is full of Famous Last Words, you know? I had so much fun with Schmillie (as well as free shots and new friends) that I was home around 3:00 am on Saturday...ish. (I don't remember, guys.) Which also meant I kept telling Hike all night that I wanted to stay longer, and that maybe I wouldn't be home to cook him dinner, and maybe later again, etc. etc. so finally I was like Yeah, you should sleep at home because this party train is going to be delayed. Which he was mostly fine with, once I called him to check in... I wondered why he had so much 'tude at the time, but to be fair, I do need to be realistic about my "home eta" when I plan these things, as this is not the first time I've done that to him. And as I also discovered the next day, he bought me flowers to surprise me for Friday night and so yeah, he had to wait to give them to me until Saturday night. Oops. But still aww!
So right, I slept in until noon on Saturday, then of course needed Mexican food and had lost my voice by screaming/drinking/smoking so many cigarettes on Friday, so I ordered tacos & enchiladas online. I ate half of the food, then basically was in and out of sleep all afternoon while catching up on the new Top Chef. Finally I didn't feel like puking in the evening, so I showered, ran to the grocery store to stock up on supplies for my big plan-ahead cooking (which would now have to be delayed, since I obviously didn't get to it on Saturday), then home for Hike to pick me up and we went to a Spanish/Peruvian place on Steinway. The food was pretty good, and it was fun to try a new place with this coupon he had from Yelp. I probably wouldn't go back but we love exploring restaurants, and we had really nice date conversation. We went back home to watch the American with G. Cloon, and other than G. Cloon's beauty, that movie is terrible. It was so slow and boring, and I guess supposed to represent the monotony of trade professions (ammunications maker, prostitute) but GOD DAMN IT stop trying to be meaningful by being sparse! I hate that. We gave up on it around midnight since we were getting sleepy anyway, but finished it last night. Do not recommend.
Sunday we were up early despite our best efforts, then I made breakfast, then we had a fight because he was reading some wrestling blog on the computer while I made breakfast, but I thought he HAD to study, and I was like why am I serving you while you're relaxing? Which is a terrible attitude but one I'm fighting with this school thing. I know he needs a mental break now and then, but from my perspective, while studying he always has the tv on (muted) and is flipping around to webpages and it seems like LOTS O' BREAKS. I realize that's dangerous to assume, plus his style seems to be working since he's getting good grades, but when both of our lives have to center around his studying schedule, I have some bitterness. It's not great, and I'm working on it, and he's working on not reacting so strongly when I do criticize him (which is when the cycle begins) but ugh. Anyway, that happened. Then we had to leave for his high school friend's second baby's christening on Long Island, and we finally sort of made up in the car on the way there. The service was at 1:30 pm and there were like 8 babies and they were all crying plus everyone in the pews was talking and this guy near us kept his BLUETOOTH in the entire time like a total asshole, so right, it wasn't a very meaningful service from where we were sitting. But then we went to a steakhouse for lunch ON THEM! It was really good, and I know I went over my extra points, but sometimes that is going to happen. (It would have been ideal to not have DRANK THEM ALL on Friday, then eaten them with my hangover, but oh well.)
We came home exhausted around 6:30, and he went back to the books/football on mute while I (instead of being bored with football) decided to cook those meals I'd been planning on. Well, the Taco Chicken Chili had been in the crockpot all day while we were gone, but I made these WW Red Velvet Cupcakes (3 pts) which I was nervous about but turned out quite good! (They're for tonight's Harpie dinner.) Then I made the Buffalo Chicken Lasagna, which seems like it'll be good and still really spicy even though I bought Extra Mild Wing Sauce, but I'm annoyed because it went up to 10 pts per serving because I couldn't find non-fat ricotta (just part skim) and I think that's it... the recipe says it's 7 pts per, but when I entered it into the WW Recipe Building it gave me the 10 value. So we'll deal with that....though now that I'm remembering I have 29 points per day, that seems OK. I was working in the kitchen pretty much all of last night, which wasn't so relaxing, but at least I'd laid around all day on Saturday. Plus, now I have about 18 dinners ready to go for the next few weeks!
And today I'm sort of sleepy and still have the voice of a drag queen, but tonight will be a fun Harpie dinner and tomorrow night I'll be at home with Hike. Though I do still have to do laundry... so I think there won't be as many gym trips this week, but as I said before, I'll go when I can. Oh, and the scale I ordered arrived! I tried it after lunch (shoes off) and I was still at 153, but we'll see where I am naked first thing in the morning. (TWSS?) I probably will wait until next week to start my official weekly weight reporting program, so I can be consistent with it, but you know how I love data.
Today's food:
B - apple, cereal, milk - 5
L - turkey sammy, string cheese, special k, orange - 7
D - TBD, but I know Kate is making a wild mushroom ravioli...
S - yogurt with blueberries
TOTAL - hopefully not too high
Sunday we were up early despite our best efforts, then I made breakfast, then we had a fight because he was reading some wrestling blog on the computer while I made breakfast, but I thought he HAD to study, and I was like why am I serving you while you're relaxing? Which is a terrible attitude but one I'm fighting with this school thing. I know he needs a mental break now and then, but from my perspective, while studying he always has the tv on (muted) and is flipping around to webpages and it seems like LOTS O' BREAKS. I realize that's dangerous to assume, plus his style seems to be working since he's getting good grades, but when both of our lives have to center around his studying schedule, I have some bitterness. It's not great, and I'm working on it, and he's working on not reacting so strongly when I do criticize him (which is when the cycle begins) but ugh. Anyway, that happened. Then we had to leave for his high school friend's second baby's christening on Long Island, and we finally sort of made up in the car on the way there. The service was at 1:30 pm and there were like 8 babies and they were all crying plus everyone in the pews was talking and this guy near us kept his BLUETOOTH in the entire time like a total asshole, so right, it wasn't a very meaningful service from where we were sitting. But then we went to a steakhouse for lunch ON THEM! It was really good, and I know I went over my extra points, but sometimes that is going to happen. (It would have been ideal to not have DRANK THEM ALL on Friday, then eaten them with my hangover, but oh well.)
We came home exhausted around 6:30, and he went back to the books/football on mute while I (instead of being bored with football) decided to cook those meals I'd been planning on. Well, the Taco Chicken Chili had been in the crockpot all day while we were gone, but I made these WW Red Velvet Cupcakes (3 pts) which I was nervous about but turned out quite good! (They're for tonight's Harpie dinner.) Then I made the Buffalo Chicken Lasagna, which seems like it'll be good and still really spicy even though I bought Extra Mild Wing Sauce, but I'm annoyed because it went up to 10 pts per serving because I couldn't find non-fat ricotta (just part skim) and I think that's it... the recipe says it's 7 pts per, but when I entered it into the WW Recipe Building it gave me the 10 value. So we'll deal with that....though now that I'm remembering I have 29 points per day, that seems OK. I was working in the kitchen pretty much all of last night, which wasn't so relaxing, but at least I'd laid around all day on Saturday. Plus, now I have about 18 dinners ready to go for the next few weeks!
And today I'm sort of sleepy and still have the voice of a drag queen, but tonight will be a fun Harpie dinner and tomorrow night I'll be at home with Hike. Though I do still have to do laundry... so I think there won't be as many gym trips this week, but as I said before, I'll go when I can. Oh, and the scale I ordered arrived! I tried it after lunch (shoes off) and I was still at 153, but we'll see where I am naked first thing in the morning. (TWSS?) I probably will wait until next week to start my official weekly weight reporting program, so I can be consistent with it, but you know how I love data.
Today's food:
B - apple, cereal, milk - 5
L - turkey sammy, string cheese, special k, orange - 7
D - TBD, but I know Kate is making a wild mushroom ravioli...
S - yogurt with blueberries
TOTAL - hopefully not too high
Friday, November 11, 2011
TGIAlmost Happy Hour
So I haven't had drinks in awhile...like drinks where I could get a wee buzz, so I'm very excited to be meeting Schmillie for happy hour tonight. I have all of my flexi points for the week (49!) left for this weekend, so that's enough for some beers and hopefully enough left over for some other bigger meals -- date night is tomorrow, and then we have a reception after a Christening on Sunday. I'm going to do my best to stay inbounds. I do think the reception is at a steakhouse, so I should be able to order smart and still get me some steak! Just a small one, though.
Tomorrow was going to be bowling, but I called the bowling alley to reserve a lane and it's INSANE -- they don't have open bowling except from 12 noon - 2:00 pm. And tonight only after 11:30 pm. And not on Sundays until later in the month. Is this normal? It's all taken up with leagues and stuff, which I get, but shouldn't they also allow customers to come in? Why would you sell a Groupon that one can barely use unless you happen to not have a day job? I e-mailed Groupon to try and get my money back, and we'll be doing something else tomorrow. Blerg.
My plan for daytime tomorrow is to make some WW-appropriate dinners and freeze them in portions for us. I'm going to try Buffalo Chicken Lasagne and a Taco Chicken Chili in the Crockpot. I know they're both chicken, but that's OK, right? They'll be staggered/not every night anyway. It should last us at least two weeks, too. Plus I'm going to make dessert for Harpie dinner on Monday -- and it has to be red. I'm not going to OUT IT yet, though, but I was able to get a healthier recipe on a traditional favorite, and I'm hoping they taste as good while being guilt-free!
I have been talking to the receptionist about WW lately, and it's great to have someone to nerd out with, plus she JUST gave me her WW online password so I can totally user their tools, like the Recipe Builder! I've never paid for it so I'm super pumped to see all the fun gadgets. And to see how many points some of my traditional favorite recipes are...like the Rachel Ray Creamy Chicken Chili. Mmm.
OHHH and last night I found Edy's Pumpkin Ice Cream on sale and I had to buy it for a treat. I was expecting to save it but I forgot to eat my homemade granola bar after work so I had a ton of extra points so I had a cup of it after dinner -- so good! And I forgot to bring a granola bar TODAY, annoyingly, so I need to make sure not to get too drunk. I may eat more Special K bars, which I keep at work.
Happy weekend, friends!
Today's food:
B - apple, cereal, milk - 4
L - turkey bagel sandwich, string cheese, orange, special k - 7
D - TBD
S - yogurt with blueberries, beer, tbd - 3+
TOTAL - we'll see
Tomorrow was going to be bowling, but I called the bowling alley to reserve a lane and it's INSANE -- they don't have open bowling except from 12 noon - 2:00 pm. And tonight only after 11:30 pm. And not on Sundays until later in the month. Is this normal? It's all taken up with leagues and stuff, which I get, but shouldn't they also allow customers to come in? Why would you sell a Groupon that one can barely use unless you happen to not have a day job? I e-mailed Groupon to try and get my money back, and we'll be doing something else tomorrow. Blerg.
My plan for daytime tomorrow is to make some WW-appropriate dinners and freeze them in portions for us. I'm going to try Buffalo Chicken Lasagne and a Taco Chicken Chili in the Crockpot. I know they're both chicken, but that's OK, right? They'll be staggered/not every night anyway. It should last us at least two weeks, too. Plus I'm going to make dessert for Harpie dinner on Monday -- and it has to be red. I'm not going to OUT IT yet, though, but I was able to get a healthier recipe on a traditional favorite, and I'm hoping they taste as good while being guilt-free!
I have been talking to the receptionist about WW lately, and it's great to have someone to nerd out with, plus she JUST gave me her WW online password so I can totally user their tools, like the Recipe Builder! I've never paid for it so I'm super pumped to see all the fun gadgets. And to see how many points some of my traditional favorite recipes are...like the Rachel Ray Creamy Chicken Chili. Mmm.
OHHH and last night I found Edy's Pumpkin Ice Cream on sale and I had to buy it for a treat. I was expecting to save it but I forgot to eat my homemade granola bar after work so I had a ton of extra points so I had a cup of it after dinner -- so good! And I forgot to bring a granola bar TODAY, annoyingly, so I need to make sure not to get too drunk. I may eat more Special K bars, which I keep at work.
Happy weekend, friends!
Today's food:
B - apple, cereal, milk - 4
L - turkey bagel sandwich, string cheese, orange, special k - 7
D - TBD
S - yogurt with blueberries, beer, tbd - 3+
TOTAL - we'll see
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Weekends and Bookends
Well, I was very quiet last week, and at this point, I can't remember/won't bore you with details about the weekend before this one. But this one! Was nice and long and relaxing.
Friday I snuck out of work at 4:30 to meet Schmillie and see Bad Teacher. I thought it'd be dumb funny and Jason Siegel was in it and how wrong could that go? But oh, so wrong. And you guys, I know I'm supposed to be all up in Justin Timberlake's jock or whatever, but NO. He's just so asexual to me. Yuck. And so there's a really creepy "love" scene (or rather, "dryhump" scene) and it only makes him more revolting. Anyway, the movie was bad but we got through it together, then wandered a bit to Banana Republic, and it was a lovely night, and I bought a soft sweater on sale, and then heard some lovely opera in the Union Square subway station before getting home to relax and watch True Blood. Hike came over after the Mets/Yankees game (he went with friends to CitiField) and then to bed.
Saturday he left, and I was terribly PMS-cranky and took a two-hour nap and then went to the gym and met up with Hike and his friend Yoshi for dinner and UFC watching, yawn. But it was nice to be out and have some beers. Sunday we went to church with his Grandma, then back to her house for family dinner in the afternoon (and doing his laundry), and his mom brought me a white jacket that she bought but didn't fit her right, so now I have a white casual jacket. She wears petites so basically can hand things down to me, and this is something I'd wear to work and not too mom-ish, so good! Sunday night we just stayed in at his place, cooked dinner, and played our video game.
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Friday I snuck out of work at 4:30 to meet Schmillie and see Bad Teacher. I thought it'd be dumb funny and Jason Siegel was in it and how wrong could that go? But oh, so wrong. And you guys, I know I'm supposed to be all up in Justin Timberlake's jock or whatever, but NO. He's just so asexual to me. Yuck. And so there's a really creepy "love" scene (or rather, "dryhump" scene) and it only makes him more revolting. Anyway, the movie was bad but we got through it together, then wandered a bit to Banana Republic, and it was a lovely night, and I bought a soft sweater on sale, and then heard some lovely opera in the Union Square subway station before getting home to relax and watch True Blood. Hike came over after the Mets/Yankees game (he went with friends to CitiField) and then to bed.
Saturday he left, and I was terribly PMS-cranky and took a two-hour nap and then went to the gym and met up with Hike and his friend Yoshi for dinner and UFC watching, yawn. But it was nice to be out and have some beers. Sunday we went to church with his Grandma, then back to her house for family dinner in the afternoon (and doing his laundry), and his mom brought me a white jacket that she bought but didn't fit her right, so now I have a white casual jacket. She wears petites so basically can hand things down to me, and this is something I'd wear to work and not too mom-ish, so good! Sunday night we just stayed in at his place, cooked dinner, and played our video game.
And then Monday we picked up his friend Yoshi and headed out to Long Beach, where we met up with his bro and sis-in-law plus some other of their friends. It was so pretty -- the cloud cover had cleared by the time we got there, and the water was cool but totally comfortable, which meant I could go in to cool off every 20 minutes (as I need to when I'm hot!) It was fun and we stayed about two hours, which was the limit on his parking spot, and he tried to move the car but couldn't find another spot so we just gave up and came home. It was for the best, though, as we beat the return traffic and had time to relax and shower before meeting Yoshi again for dinner on Broadway in Astoria. We sat in the back garden of a Thai place and I had a pink drink and it was relaxing. Then home to hold a two-week old baby! One of my roommate's friend's just had her and they were over for dinner, so I nabbed the baby and sat in the quiet living room to hold her for awhile while she slept. Adorable.
Now it's Tuesday already! I can't wait for this weekend's Vermont trip. I hope it's entirely relaxing and outdoorsy and loving and rejuvinating. And until then, I'll gym it tonight, go to softball tomorrow (and Hike may come over after), then get my nails did on Thursday (and I need an eyebrow wax really bad -- they're caterpillars), and then we leave early afternoon on Friday.
OH and I'm re-reading Forever. I love this book. It starts out in Celtic Ireland, which I've always enjoyed learning about, and then is set in various Manhattan time periods, so it's the best kind of historical fiction. It's also getting me (more) psyched to watch the New York documentary that I bought Hike for his birthday. We have less movie time lately, but I hope we can break that puppy open soon. Anyway, I'll finish the book this week and then I can bring our new book club pick to Vermont. Ahh, summer reading, I love you.
Friday, May 13, 2011
Flyday
It's Friday! And I can barely stay awake! This week was very very long and I didn't go to bed as early as I should have on any night. I need to sleep by 10:30 at least three nights a week, and man, I'm feeling these 11:30 bedtimes now. I just need to make it 1.5 more hours till 5 pm now! Actually, then I can't go home because we're having a preventative exterminator visit, and I also made fun social plans to have happy hour and fondue in Carroll Gardens with Schmillie and co. As much as I hate getting home from Brooklyn at night, I also love the CG and want to live there, so it'll even out. AND then there's the giant bonus of seeing Schmillie. And the exciting risk of eating cheese fondue. Will my stomach explode? Stay tuned.
I'm feeling rather friend-lonely lately, though I know that's a natural aspect of pairing off and settling in at our advanced age, and also everyone is busy this time of year anyway. As long as my friendships are still healthy, I can wait for the QT, but I sometimes worry that I'm being neglectful or absent, and I hope I'm not. Anyway, so I try to reach out when I can, but it'll be nice to have some lady time (ohhh yeah) tonight. And I was able to have some last weekend, too, in the form of a leisurely Saturday drinking brunch with Schmeather and Schmannon in Astoria. I also feel so scheduled lately -- which is not a complaint, but I have less down time than I used to, and you know how mama needs her PJs on the couch nights. For mental health reasons. This week I did lots of laundry (including the bedroom curtains and dust ruffle) on Monday evening, then drove to JFK to pick up Hike from Vegas*, Tuesday I took him out for dinner for his birthday and then we did presents, Wednesday night I had softball and got home after 9, and then last night I had some time to myself and talked to my mom, then made dinner and Hike came over to relax with me. It was nice, but I still feel worn out!
*Um, my man looked pretty smokin' hot when he came back, tanner and in summer-y clothes and a backwards baseball hat. Since we started dating in the fall, I haven't seen him in his summer t-shirts that show off his biceps, and damn. Of course, this made me more concerned about his behavior while he was gone, because I now have some big trust issues, but all seems to be well. It sounds like it was a sausage-fest, and he said he didn't even speak to a girl while there. (Not because of me, they just weren't around any.) And I know he's a good man, but I have been wrong before. Anyway, I could just stare at him for hours, he looks so handsome. I feel lucky.
So yay, weekend again! I can't wait to not set the alarm tomorrow morning -- or Sunday, for that matter. Tomorrow night we're going to dinner with some of Hike's friends to celebrate his birthday more publicly, and then Sunday we may go to his mother's for his family celebration. (And I know what she's getting him, and I can't wait -- it's stuff that's going to make his bedroom a lot more comfortable for me. Because it's about me, of course.)
We've been arguing more this week, but we had a long, painful but productive fight/discussion on Wednesday night. He made a good point, that when we're discussing something and I'm upset with him, I really retreat and put up a wall, and he feels really alone and defenseless/defensive. This made a lot of sense to me, because I know when I feel hurt by something, I retract and protect myself, or try to, as there is already pain and I'm afraid of what's going to come -- like he'll leave me. But that's me not being committed enough or secure enough in the relationship, and I do need to trust him enough to have a productive argument as opposed to "look how wrong you are, and you can't touch me now..." So I am very glad that despite his masculine struggle to express himself sometimes, he pointed that out. I've been reassured (which I do need) that he's not going anywhere, and a fight isn't going to change his mind, and so hopefully I can be less in warrior mode when I feel slighted. I think that's a side effect of being independent for so many years -- I have to protect myself, right? But there should be a point where I trust him to do that, too. Anyway, deep thoughts. Love is challenging, but so worth it.
I suppose that's the life update. My parents are coming next weekend, and I can't wait! We won't have a lot of time, just Thurs eve - Sunday morning, but they haven't come to New York in a couple of years. And on Saturday they'll meet Hike's family, and I can't wait. I think everyone will like each other. I'll let you know how it goes, and whether Grandma Fran starts talking about sex at the brunch table. Here's hoping!
I'm feeling rather friend-lonely lately, though I know that's a natural aspect of pairing off and settling in at our advanced age, and also everyone is busy this time of year anyway. As long as my friendships are still healthy, I can wait for the QT, but I sometimes worry that I'm being neglectful or absent, and I hope I'm not. Anyway, so I try to reach out when I can, but it'll be nice to have some lady time (ohhh yeah) tonight. And I was able to have some last weekend, too, in the form of a leisurely Saturday drinking brunch with Schmeather and Schmannon in Astoria. I also feel so scheduled lately -- which is not a complaint, but I have less down time than I used to, and you know how mama needs her PJs on the couch nights. For mental health reasons. This week I did lots of laundry (including the bedroom curtains and dust ruffle) on Monday evening, then drove to JFK to pick up Hike from Vegas*, Tuesday I took him out for dinner for his birthday and then we did presents, Wednesday night I had softball and got home after 9, and then last night I had some time to myself and talked to my mom, then made dinner and Hike came over to relax with me. It was nice, but I still feel worn out!
*Um, my man looked pretty smokin' hot when he came back, tanner and in summer-y clothes and a backwards baseball hat. Since we started dating in the fall, I haven't seen him in his summer t-shirts that show off his biceps, and damn. Of course, this made me more concerned about his behavior while he was gone, because I now have some big trust issues, but all seems to be well. It sounds like it was a sausage-fest, and he said he didn't even speak to a girl while there. (Not because of me, they just weren't around any.) And I know he's a good man, but I have been wrong before. Anyway, I could just stare at him for hours, he looks so handsome. I feel lucky.
So yay, weekend again! I can't wait to not set the alarm tomorrow morning -- or Sunday, for that matter. Tomorrow night we're going to dinner with some of Hike's friends to celebrate his birthday more publicly, and then Sunday we may go to his mother's for his family celebration. (And I know what she's getting him, and I can't wait -- it's stuff that's going to make his bedroom a lot more comfortable for me. Because it's about me, of course.)
We've been arguing more this week, but we had a long, painful but productive fight/discussion on Wednesday night. He made a good point, that when we're discussing something and I'm upset with him, I really retreat and put up a wall, and he feels really alone and defenseless/defensive. This made a lot of sense to me, because I know when I feel hurt by something, I retract and protect myself, or try to, as there is already pain and I'm afraid of what's going to come -- like he'll leave me. But that's me not being committed enough or secure enough in the relationship, and I do need to trust him enough to have a productive argument as opposed to "look how wrong you are, and you can't touch me now..." So I am very glad that despite his masculine struggle to express himself sometimes, he pointed that out. I've been reassured (which I do need) that he's not going anywhere, and a fight isn't going to change his mind, and so hopefully I can be less in warrior mode when I feel slighted. I think that's a side effect of being independent for so many years -- I have to protect myself, right? But there should be a point where I trust him to do that, too. Anyway, deep thoughts. Love is challenging, but so worth it.
I suppose that's the life update. My parents are coming next weekend, and I can't wait! We won't have a lot of time, just Thurs eve - Sunday morning, but they haven't come to New York in a couple of years. And on Saturday they'll meet Hike's family, and I can't wait. I think everyone will like each other. I'll let you know how it goes, and whether Grandma Fran starts talking about sex at the brunch table. Here's hoping!
Monday, November 1, 2010
Halloweekend 2010
Hello, ghouls and ghosts. Did we all celebrate in style? And by style, I mean with home-made costumes and possibly 3:00 am pizza in a parlor full of drunk weirdos?
Let's catch up. Fridate was great. Hike walked to pick me up, then we went to this Thai place on Broadway (Benjamin's) that his friend had recommended. It was good food with a weird Asian-attempting-to-be-romantic atmosphere, but it was nice. We shared two entrees and a bottle of wine and dumplings, and had good conversation, as usual. He also managed to read my mind when we were deciding what to order, so we apparently have similiar tastes, which is convenient. Then we went to Crescent Lounge for a few drinks on the way home. We ran into his friend on Broadway while walking back, and I was being sized up before I realized he knew the guy...I hope I wasn't drooling or something. So then couch cuddling at the Lounge then home.
Saturday after a panicked search for my Indian feathers, went to meet Schmillie at Schmate's. We hung out, searched in vain for the light switch, and drank wine. Then we walked to the party, which was sort of too much, I think. Just loud and clubby and hard to get drinks because of the line at the bar, but we managed to have some fun. It was good to see other friends in great costumes, however--including a group of Troop Beverly Hills ladies. Hike and I were attempting to meet up (he was with his bro, sis in law, and others) but it was getting very complicated as they kept moving and he couldn't say where they'd be, and I nearly gave up, but then around 2 am we left the party and he was up in the 50s (at Black Finn) so I cabbed it up there for a drink on my way home and Schmil headed to the train. I met everybody, we sort of danced a little, I shared his drink, and then we all went for pizza, which was the best way to end the night. I love seeing a pizza parlor full of costumed drunk people!
Sunday I slept in, watched DVR, ordered a pizza (I know), read half of a manuscript I'm editing for freelance, and that's about it. It was a nice recovery day, since I didn't have anything to do anyway except read. So that was 'Weener 10! I think next year I'd rather do a houseparty or small gathering with costumes and wine. My old age is showing.
Tonight I'm getting a haircut, yay! I love getting my hair cut, and it only happens about 3 times a year, so I'm planning on relaxing and enjoying as much as possible. Also, today I'm wearing a size 4 pair of dress pants that haven't seen the light of day in 2 years, so that is exciting. Wow, lots of numbers in this paragraph.
Anyway, now that November and cold temps are here, let's all start listening to Christmas music. I broke out my red coat this morning plus my checked hat, so I'm feeling very Mary Tyler Moore today. Let's hope the week zooms by, as I'm so looking forward to the weekend again!
Let's catch up. Fridate was great. Hike walked to pick me up, then we went to this Thai place on Broadway (Benjamin's) that his friend had recommended. It was good food with a weird Asian-attempting-to-be-romantic atmosphere, but it was nice. We shared two entrees and a bottle of wine and dumplings, and had good conversation, as usual. He also managed to read my mind when we were deciding what to order, so we apparently have similiar tastes, which is convenient. Then we went to Crescent Lounge for a few drinks on the way home. We ran into his friend on Broadway while walking back, and I was being sized up before I realized he knew the guy...I hope I wasn't drooling or something. So then couch cuddling at the Lounge then home.
Saturday after a panicked search for my Indian feathers, went to meet Schmillie at Schmate's. We hung out, searched in vain for the light switch, and drank wine. Then we walked to the party, which was sort of too much, I think. Just loud and clubby and hard to get drinks because of the line at the bar, but we managed to have some fun. It was good to see other friends in great costumes, however--including a group of Troop Beverly Hills ladies. Hike and I were attempting to meet up (he was with his bro, sis in law, and others) but it was getting very complicated as they kept moving and he couldn't say where they'd be, and I nearly gave up, but then around 2 am we left the party and he was up in the 50s (at Black Finn) so I cabbed it up there for a drink on my way home and Schmil headed to the train. I met everybody, we sort of danced a little, I shared his drink, and then we all went for pizza, which was the best way to end the night. I love seeing a pizza parlor full of costumed drunk people!
Sunday I slept in, watched DVR, ordered a pizza (I know), read half of a manuscript I'm editing for freelance, and that's about it. It was a nice recovery day, since I didn't have anything to do anyway except read. So that was 'Weener 10! I think next year I'd rather do a houseparty or small gathering with costumes and wine. My old age is showing.
Tonight I'm getting a haircut, yay! I love getting my hair cut, and it only happens about 3 times a year, so I'm planning on relaxing and enjoying as much as possible. Also, today I'm wearing a size 4 pair of dress pants that haven't seen the light of day in 2 years, so that is exciting. Wow, lots of numbers in this paragraph.
Anyway, now that November and cold temps are here, let's all start listening to Christmas music. I broke out my red coat this morning plus my checked hat, so I'm feeling very Mary Tyler Moore today. Let's hope the week zooms by, as I'm so looking forward to the weekend again!
Friday, October 29, 2010
Happy Halloweener!
It's my tied-for-favorite holiday tomorrow, and I am so excited. But oh Friday, won't you end? I suppose I can live 40 more minutes, but I am sluggish.
Tonight Hike is taking me to dinner, Thai, in Astoria, at 8 pm. I still don't know where, and I'm debating jeans with heels vs. dress with tights and heels. Oh, dating. But luckily he picked 8 pm, because that gives mama time to go home, shave, shower, blow dry hair, and then NAP. My eyes are drooping as we speak, so I'm grateful for the extra time.
Tomorrow I'm most likely going to a swanky private party here with Schmillie. I'm going to resurrect my Indian costume and she's going to be a lesbian cowboy. The best part is that Schmate offered up her Murray Hill apartment to us as a place to get ready while consuming wine, and that means we don't have to schlep our stuff to one borough and then another. So convenient and generous!
That's my weekend, but it's going to be lots of fun. I can't wait to get it started. And then on Monday I'm getting my hair cut, which is always a relaxing experience. Especially when it starts to feel like dead weight, as it does now. Tuesday is dodgeball, and we'll see what the rest of the week has to offer. On Saturday it's our second Beer and Food Pairing Party, this time with fall brews, and that's always a blast. I am going to invite Hike to meet some of the friends, too...I hope he can make it. I've never been so proud for someone to meet my friends before. So many new things with him!
That's about all. Oh, I ate a giant quesadilla for lunch. But I have to wait till 8 pm for dinner, so I figured I was allowed! Maybe that's why I'm so sleepy, though. Stupid cheese that I love.
Tonight Hike is taking me to dinner, Thai, in Astoria, at 8 pm. I still don't know where, and I'm debating jeans with heels vs. dress with tights and heels. Oh, dating. But luckily he picked 8 pm, because that gives mama time to go home, shave, shower, blow dry hair, and then NAP. My eyes are drooping as we speak, so I'm grateful for the extra time.
Tomorrow I'm most likely going to a swanky private party here with Schmillie. I'm going to resurrect my Indian costume and she's going to be a lesbian cowboy. The best part is that Schmate offered up her Murray Hill apartment to us as a place to get ready while consuming wine, and that means we don't have to schlep our stuff to one borough and then another. So convenient and generous!
That's my weekend, but it's going to be lots of fun. I can't wait to get it started. And then on Monday I'm getting my hair cut, which is always a relaxing experience. Especially when it starts to feel like dead weight, as it does now. Tuesday is dodgeball, and we'll see what the rest of the week has to offer. On Saturday it's our second Beer and Food Pairing Party, this time with fall brews, and that's always a blast. I am going to invite Hike to meet some of the friends, too...I hope he can make it. I've never been so proud for someone to meet my friends before. So many new things with him!
That's about all. Oh, I ate a giant quesadilla for lunch. But I have to wait till 8 pm for dinner, so I figured I was allowed! Maybe that's why I'm so sleepy, though. Stupid cheese that I love.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Crazytown
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I had a nice outdoor (slightly chilly) last-minute lunch date with Schmillie today, and I'm considering walking home from work (I know, I'm sort of amazed myself since I haven't moved this body in AGES), and I'm loving my iPod again after some time apart, and things are good.
Oh, and today Schmillie and I bought tickets to THIS. I CAN'T WAIT.
Food today: The usual, except for eating some croutons from Schmillie's salad. Oh, and my afternoon snack was Craisinets, but they're only 100 calories and 4 grams of fat.
Stomach today: Being a bitch again. I don't want to have to go back to the doctor and swallow a CAMERA like a Magic School Bus book! No!
It's almost Friday, lovers.
I had a nice outdoor (slightly chilly) last-minute lunch date with Schmillie today, and I'm considering walking home from work (I know, I'm sort of amazed myself since I haven't moved this body in AGES), and I'm loving my iPod again after some time apart, and things are good.
Oh, and today Schmillie and I bought tickets to THIS. I CAN'T WAIT.
Food today: The usual, except for eating some croutons from Schmillie's salad. Oh, and my afternoon snack was Craisinets, but they're only 100 calories and 4 grams of fat.
Stomach today: Being a bitch again. I don't want to have to go back to the doctor and swallow a CAMERA like a Magic School Bus book! No!
It's almost Friday, lovers.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Slip Slidin' Away
...is what this week has done. How are we? Everyone around here survive the "tornado" aka nasty thunderstorm last week? It was just hard rain in Astoria, so I was surprised to hear of the damage done further east and south. A few of my colleagues were affected -- one lost two car windows, and the other lost his patio furniture. It could definitely have been worse, and I'm glad they're safe.
So last weekend seems like a long time away, but for posterity, I'll give you a recap. Friday night I had a lovely mending evening with Schmillie. We got tacos, drank lots of wine, tried on dresses and broke her sewing machine halfway through a dress-to-apron project. I hope it's fixable, Schmills. It was a great night, with all the magic of henna light but less murder poop pie scenarios. Then Saturday I met up late with Schmannon for some pool at our current favorite old-man bar. We were totally getting smoked by the real pool sharks, but we had lots of fun and made new friends. She picked up a very cute pool pro, and I determinedly found someone to make out with myself. Actually, I brought him home at 6 am, which always bodes well, doesn't it? Anyway, I kicked him out shortly thereafter, and then slept for most of Sunday. He was a very sweet guy, but I had one of my sudden snaps of "no longer into it," and then was just not interested. I don't think we have a lot in common, plus he was really sweaty, and it grossed me out. So of course he called me that afternoon. I texted him that night, but then he called Monday to tell me not to call him for some reason that I couldn't understand as the voicemail broke up, but I mostly wanted to say that I wasn't exactly looking to date. And between you and me, I'm not looking to date a drummer who works in a bar. Yes, I'm a snob.
Anyway, last week was pretty calm. On Monday I talked to Sleeve for two hours and we made a plan that he'd walk me back from the bank on Tuesday. (Oh, did I tell you this? I ran into him in my bank on Friday and Monday -- we work near each other and apparently our offices both use the same one. Weird.) So it was this big plan of our "first date" (ha) etc., then comes Tuesday and I text him when I'm going (as planned) and he says his boss already went and he can't get out of work. Neat. This guy is insane, as he's so into me and the plan when we actually make a plan, then blows me off. And makes me text him first before he tells me? Anyway, it was less of a surprise at this point, but still mind-boggling. Of course there's still sexy texting all week, but at this point it's just entertainment for me, or at least it was this past week. It's not really entertaining anymore. I hear from him every day, but I just said (literally, just now) that it's getting frustrating for me and I want more. We'll see if he responds to that one. (And I kept it vague as to whether I want more from him or just more. But it's weird to get a dirty text message from him when I'm out with another boy I'm interested in, you know?)
Wednesday night I met my new dodgeball team for drinks. Our first game is this Tuesday, but it was supposed to be a meet-and-greet of sorts. It was fun! I liked the two new guys I met, and there was a guy from my kickball team who was fun to see again, and then Schmannon stopped by and Schmess came later. Plus, two of the three boys were cute. Bonus.
Friday was pretty quiet at work, with some people out due to the storm's consequences, and so Smee came by and asked me to lunch. I didn't realize it was just the two of us until we were walking out! It made me a little nervous, but it was really nice. We sat at the bar at The Ginger Man and ate and had a few beers, and made it a long Friday date lunch, actually. I mean, it was datish in that we were like totally facing each other and having good conversation and he paid. So we get back to the office after two, and I said, um, can we go back at 5? He said totally. So yeah, we left at 5 and went to a bar across the street on 36th, The Archive, as it was a bit quieter and had more room. Um, then we got drunk. I think I got home at midnight. I'd started with pumpkin beer at lunch, which isn't the lightest, and then had Blue Moons, and he'd switched to Ketel One and tonic. It was still fun, but I am embarrassed by one emotional moment I had where he'd said he was wondering if I'd be wanting more than my current job -- like a more challenging one. I hate when I'm drunk and something triggers a response that brings tears to my eyes and I have NO CONTROL. I know it freaks people out and I hate it, so yeah, that happened, but I just apologized profusely and he was all worried, and I tried to change the subject. Argh. I clearly have buried issues about not living up to my potential. Damn it. And then later (after things had returned to normal), I did tease him about the Frisbee Freakout. He played dumb at first. I was like, fine, but I think you know something'sok, I like you. I do. I really like you. But it can't happen," or something like that. He said that imagine if when they offered to make him partner, and he'd have to say "By the way, I'm dating your Office Manager..." I said I'd already figured that was the situation, but I was surprised he'd have to tell them, but he said he would. I guess it is a very small and close office, so I can see it. It wasn't really upsetting, since I'd already figured it out, but it's still sobering to hear it out loud. (Ha, not that sobering though.) We left soon after, and he walked me to a cab. We texted a little bit while I was going home, and agreed that it sucked, and he asked if we were OK, and I said yes, I think so, but asked what he thought. He said that we talked about it so he feels OK. Which made me feel less like I'd pressed the issue, as he seemed happy to have cleared the air, and we all know I like to do that. Even if later I feel over-aggressive paranoia.
Saturday I felt awful and hungover and stayed in bed all day, watching tv and sleeping. I've been in a funk all weekend, and I don't think it's directly because of that, but just in general I feel like I'm narrowing options without really finding new ones. (Oh, Al called a few more times during the week and texted once, so I finally just texted on Saturday that it wasn't a good time for me dating-wise, but that he was sweet, and I'd look forward to running into him again. He said sweet.) It's good that I'm not trying to date any of these guys, but I also am discouraged that no one is really going to be what I'm looking for. Well, enough of that, but I'm still sort of sad. At least I did laundry and cleaned the house a bit today, so I feel like a sort-of normal member of society.
I'm sure there's more to mull over, but that's the main haps and this is long enough. Until next time...
So last weekend seems like a long time away, but for posterity, I'll give you a recap. Friday night I had a lovely mending evening with Schmillie. We got tacos, drank lots of wine, tried on dresses and broke her sewing machine halfway through a dress-to-apron project. I hope it's fixable, Schmills. It was a great night, with all the magic of henna light but less murder poop pie scenarios. Then Saturday I met up late with Schmannon for some pool at our current favorite old-man bar. We were totally getting smoked by the real pool sharks, but we had lots of fun and made new friends. She picked up a very cute pool pro, and I determinedly found someone to make out with myself. Actually, I brought him home at 6 am, which always bodes well, doesn't it? Anyway, I kicked him out shortly thereafter, and then slept for most of Sunday. He was a very sweet guy, but I had one of my sudden snaps of "no longer into it," and then was just not interested. I don't think we have a lot in common, plus he was really sweaty, and it grossed me out. So of course he called me that afternoon. I texted him that night, but then he called Monday to tell me not to call him for some reason that I couldn't understand as the voicemail broke up, but I mostly wanted to say that I wasn't exactly looking to date. And between you and me, I'm not looking to date a drummer who works in a bar. Yes, I'm a snob.
Anyway, last week was pretty calm. On Monday I talked to Sleeve for two hours and we made a plan that he'd walk me back from the bank on Tuesday. (Oh, did I tell you this? I ran into him in my bank on Friday and Monday -- we work near each other and apparently our offices both use the same one. Weird.) So it was this big plan of our "first date" (ha) etc., then comes Tuesday and I text him when I'm going (as planned) and he says his boss already went and he can't get out of work. Neat. This guy is insane, as he's so into me and the plan when we actually make a plan, then blows me off. And makes me text him first before he tells me? Anyway, it was less of a surprise at this point, but still mind-boggling. Of course there's still sexy texting all week, but at this point it's just entertainment for me, or at least it was this past week. It's not really entertaining anymore. I hear from him every day, but I just said (literally, just now) that it's getting frustrating for me and I want more. We'll see if he responds to that one. (And I kept it vague as to whether I want more from him or just more. But it's weird to get a dirty text message from him when I'm out with another boy I'm interested in, you know?)
Wednesday night I met my new dodgeball team for drinks. Our first game is this Tuesday, but it was supposed to be a meet-and-greet of sorts. It was fun! I liked the two new guys I met, and there was a guy from my kickball team who was fun to see again, and then Schmannon stopped by and Schmess came later. Plus, two of the three boys were cute. Bonus.
Friday was pretty quiet at work, with some people out due to the storm's consequences, and so Smee came by and asked me to lunch. I didn't realize it was just the two of us until we were walking out! It made me a little nervous, but it was really nice. We sat at the bar at The Ginger Man and ate and had a few beers, and made it a long Friday date lunch, actually. I mean, it was datish in that we were like totally facing each other and having good conversation and he paid. So we get back to the office after two, and I said, um, can we go back at 5? He said totally. So yeah, we left at 5 and went to a bar across the street on 36th, The Archive, as it was a bit quieter and had more room. Um, then we got drunk. I think I got home at midnight. I'd started with pumpkin beer at lunch, which isn't the lightest, and then had Blue Moons, and he'd switched to Ketel One and tonic. It was still fun, but I am embarrassed by one emotional moment I had where he'd said he was wondering if I'd be wanting more than my current job -- like a more challenging one. I hate when I'm drunk and something triggers a response that brings tears to my eyes and I have NO CONTROL. I know it freaks people out and I hate it, so yeah, that happened, but I just apologized profusely and he was all worried, and I tried to change the subject. Argh. I clearly have buried issues about not living up to my potential. Damn it. And then later (after things had returned to normal), I did tease him about the Frisbee Freakout. He played dumb at first. I was like, fine, but I think you know something'sok, I like you. I do. I really like you. But it can't happen," or something like that. He said that imagine if when they offered to make him partner, and he'd have to say "By the way, I'm dating your Office Manager..." I said I'd already figured that was the situation, but I was surprised he'd have to tell them, but he said he would. I guess it is a very small and close office, so I can see it. It wasn't really upsetting, since I'd already figured it out, but it's still sobering to hear it out loud. (Ha, not that sobering though.) We left soon after, and he walked me to a cab. We texted a little bit while I was going home, and agreed that it sucked, and he asked if we were OK, and I said yes, I think so, but asked what he thought. He said that we talked about it so he feels OK. Which made me feel less like I'd pressed the issue, as he seemed happy to have cleared the air, and we all know I like to do that. Even if later I feel over-aggressive paranoia.
Saturday I felt awful and hungover and stayed in bed all day, watching tv and sleeping. I've been in a funk all weekend, and I don't think it's directly because of that, but just in general I feel like I'm narrowing options without really finding new ones. (Oh, Al called a few more times during the week and texted once, so I finally just texted on Saturday that it wasn't a good time for me dating-wise, but that he was sweet, and I'd look forward to running into him again. He said sweet.) It's good that I'm not trying to date any of these guys, but I also am discouraged that no one is really going to be what I'm looking for. Well, enough of that, but I'm still sort of sad. At least I did laundry and cleaned the house a bit today, so I feel like a sort-of normal member of society.
I'm sure there's more to mull over, but that's the main haps and this is long enough. Until next time...
Friday, September 10, 2010
If all the ifs and buts were candy and nuts, what a wonderful Christmas it would be.
Happy Friday! And for those of you who still work in publishing, happy first full-length Friday since Memorial Day! I'm sorry for your loss.
I'm still Snuffleupagus and even Sneezier today...I'm their love child.
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I'm still Snuffleupagus and even Sneezier today...I'm their love child.
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But screw going home and going to bed after work! I'm SICK OF IT, and also, bored. Tonight I'm going to Schmillie's for Mending Night, which is a replacement for Henna Night, ever since some wackadoo told Schmillie that henna is bad for your hair. (Impossible, I say.) But it's really just an excuse to eat lots of food, drink lots of wine, wear comfy pants and maybe try on swimsuits. I think Mending Night will probably involve less hanging out in the bathtub, but what do I know? That's also the smoking room, if I remember correctly. Oh, and Schmillie has a sewing machine, so we'll be mending some random summer frocks that I bought discounted and proceeded to rip/break pretty quickly. Maybe one will become a skirt or something, too. It should be entertaining, and I can't wait.
I was reflecting last night about what I said at the beginning of the summer -- that the summer would be for FUN and then in the fall, I'd more seriously consider online dating, since I do want to find someone. And let's be honest, most of the people I meet are at bars and not really the type to stick around, you know? The summer hasn't been quite as "fun" in the making out sense as I'd like, but I think I made some real progress as far as identifying what I'm looking for in a relationship and also, meeting some men who have some of those characteristics. They do exist. Now I just need to find the whole package (that's what she said.) And I also am much less interested in killing time with men I'm not that interested in -- and that's a big step for me, too. So it was a good summer. And it's time to start dating, I think.
I know the main reason I'm procrastinating putting up an online profile is because I really don't like most of the pictures of myself that exist. I'm not trying to be the "Oh I'm so ugleeee" girl, because I think I'm at worst, interesting looking, and sometimes even pretty. But I don't think I'm photogenic. Photos tend to illuminate how asymmetrical my face is, and I usually think I look like a stroke victim or the Elephant Man's third cousin.
Ok, so maybe not that bad, but I'm lopsided. Anyway, I thought of a solution to this problem of choosing flattering pictures of myself for my online dating profile. I will post the best of the options to an album on Snapfish, and then, if any of you, dear readers, would like to vote on your favorites, please let me know in the comments section or via personal e-mail. I will send you the link to the album and you can then tell me which you like best by listing the photo number. (Note this is only open to readers that I know personally...but I think that is most of you.) It'll take me a week or so to get organized, but if you're interested in helping me by voting, you can let me know anytime! YOUR VOTE COUNTS.
Happy weekend!
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Boss-STONE
Hello lovers. What a weekend! Boston was just amazing, and very tempting at that. As in, it tempts me to live there.
Friday I left work at 11 to meet Schmate to catch the 42nd Street Crosstown bus, then into the bowels of the Port Authority to find Schmillie and catch our noon Peter Pan to Bean Town. The bus ride was uneventful, minus some amusing accidental racist crossword puzzle answers, a long discussion of whether the name Kerry is pronounced differently than Carrie (apparently I’m the only one who thinks they’re the same), and an a scare at the Roy Rogers/Mobil stop where we thought we were getting left behind. Then smoothly into Boston, where Schmauren picked us up at South Station and we went back to her roomy and lovely abode for a delicious spread of cheese, bread, dippy things, grapes, etc. Yum. After some relaxing and enjoying my first pumpkin ale of the season, we headed out in Cambridge to Shay’s Pub. We scored a nice-sized table on the patio and proceeded to drink our faces off. I was sampling a local New England brew called Narragansett, which I quickly dubbed “Nancy,” and began asking the curt waitress for “Another Nancy, please!” Oh, I am all class. Schmillie’s college gay was there, and Schmauren had a friend meet up, and then one of my softball friends came out as he was in town for a softball game. It was a grand old time.
Mind, I was protesting loudly before my softball friend Spike showed up, insisting there was no romantic interest there. My friends were skeptical of that, as they should be whenever I have a male friend, but he’s got quite his own drama after getting married, having an affair that was discovered, and now being divorced and dating the girl he cheated on his wife with. (We were softball friends so I didn’t feel the need to break up our buddy-ship based on this.) Also, I don’t find him attractive. Of course, he proceeds to text me after we girls returned to Schmauren’s that he wanted to ask me back to his hotel room… Nice. I ignored it, but WHAT IS WITH these married men? Or married/divorced with girlfriend men? I’m trying not to be pessimistic about the whole gender, but REALLY?!
Anyway, after the lovely night out, we stop in the big grocery store Shaw’s to stock up on late-night snax, and in addition to two frozen pizzas, grab a very large bag of peanut butter M&M’s. That bag was like the fifth Muncher this weekend, I tell you what. Also, I may have been overly friendly with the cashier and freaked her out, but whatever, I like to relate. I’m a people person, especially when I’m drunk. So snax, silliness, then bedtime.
Saturday we woke up to a gorgeous day and yummy bagels that Schmate and Lauren went out to get. Then we all four set off to rent very affordable bikes, and off we rode! We probably rode around 15 miles (would you say?), and all over the town. It was a great tour, especially of Schmate’s alma mater and the other college campuses in the area, and so relaxing to see the river and ride on some of the side streets with big old houses. We eventually stopped for a late lunch of Mexican joy, then home for rest and shower time. At night we sat on the back deck of Deep Ellum with Schmauren’s like-minded, beer-loving friends, and enjoyed the dusk and the company. I also enjoyed the chicken & apple wurst, with sweet potatoes and beets! It was almost my perfect combination.
We were all tired early, so took a cab home around 10 to snuggle into pj’s, pass the pb M&M’s, and watch another round of Aziz Ansari’s stand up. (“Raaaaaaandy!”)
Sunday it was up bright and early for Mama Schmauren to drop us off at South Station and get on our 10 am bus. The ride was as quick as it could be, and I do love being back in time to have Sunday evening to decompress. I caught up on my Netflix (Mad Men and Cougartown!), ordered Chinese, and got mentally ready for another work week. All in all, I loved getting back up to Boston, and this time with my dearest friends to make some new memories (to replace the ones from last time, when I went with Mex.) It’s such an approachable city, full of cute boys and smaht kids. I would really like to live there someday, though I don’t think that day will be too soon. I’m not quite ready, but it’s nice to think about. And a big thanks to Schmauren for being an impeccable and generous hostess! You know how to treat us right.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
From 6 Boys to 5 Napkins
What a lovely two days of FALL PREVIEW weather! Yes, I know it's raining, but it's in the sixties. There is a cool breeze. There are sweats to wear. It's delightful. And today is extra delightful because I got a kiss and a hug before I left for work. I walked out of my front door at the same time as my downstairs hot chef neighbor, and we said hello, and crossed paths on the sidewalk in front of our house. (He has a separate entrance for the basement apartment.) As I walked by, I said "Have a good day!" and he sort of grabbed me for a hug and cheek kiss, and I made a surprised noise and he laughed. It was cute and impulsive, and made me smile all the way to work! Besides, he's hot. Though there is some speculation from the more manly Italian neighbors that he's gay. It didn't help that he came home late Friday night with a dude, but they could've just been having a man sleepover! And I don't really care either way...just kiss me with that stubbly cheek, dude. And cook me some mussels.
Anyway, let's talk about what I've been up to. Friday I was so tired after all of Thursday's excitement that I went home with a nap in mind. My neighbor on the other side, a young married dude, was out on their stoop with his neighborhood friends (as they all grew up in Astoria) drinking beer and tequila. I've met most of them before, and we all said hi when I got home from work. Married Neighbor (MN) offered me a beer, but I passed, saying I had drank all day the day before. So I tried to nap and failed for like 90 minutes, then watched The Invention of Lying, and anytime I'd go out for a smoke, MN would ask me to come over. (He's very nice, by the way, and I like him and his friends. I've gone to a 4th of July party there before. I was just in pj's and not feeling social.) Finally I caved and ran in to put on a bra under my sleepshirt/dress thing, and then sat down with them and started in on the Bud Lights. I was out there till 4:30, my friends. They were all really nice, though MN became Drunk MN and began telling me how I'm hot, and he'd massage my shoulders/leg, put his hat on me, play with my hair, etc., but I was treating him a bit like a pesky child and just trying to brush it off, as he was so wasted he could barely speak. One of the other boys, Sleeve, used to live in my first Astoria apartment, in the basement unit. His mom owned the building and was my landlord, so I've known him forever, though we never really spoke too much. Anyway, he and I talked a lot, and he wants me to play on his fall softball team, and he wants to cook me dinner, and we were making all of these sorts of plans that people do. He got my number, and more on this shortly. All in all, it was such a good time. I was in pj's, without makeup, hanging out with six dudes (half were married), most of whom complimented me at some point. I was told I was hot and I met a boy. I mean, that's a pretty good night, right?
So after everyone leaves at about 4:30, Sleeve and I were texting and he was saying he wished he would've kissed me, and I was so cute, etc. Being drunk, I said well, maybe you should come back here and kiss me now. Then he calls, and he's all like "Oh my god, I want to kiss you for hours, but if I come over there we won't just kiss, and I want to do this the right way. I like you, I want to take you out. Let's hang out tomorrow afternoon around 3 or 4, ok?" etc. He's also more graphic but I will spare you. A word about Sleeve: He's a big Italian American dude, he boxes, he plays a lot of sports, he's loud and full of swagger around his guy friends, he makes gross jokes, and it half turns me off and half turns me on. I'm also only medium attracted to him, but we'll see -- I like his body, because he's tall and strong, but I have to see the face again I think. Basically he's not the type I'm used to, but I'm willing to see what happens. It's nice, though, because I'm not very wrapped up in it, just curious. So it's not getting to me yet.
So SATURDAY. I sleep until about 10, which was not long enough but hungover me can no longer sleep in. I meet Schmess for brunch at Vesta, which was delish, then head back home to bed. I think I have plans with Sleeve, but I don't set an alarm. I'm awakened at 4:30 pm by a text from him, saying he'd slept that whole time, he was exhausted. We just text chatted for a little while, with no mention of hanging out. Finally later, I was getting ready to head to Schmillie's BIRTHDAY PARTY, and I sent him one to say I was leaving soon, and ask if he was coming with me. (This had been discussed previously.) No immediate response, so I happily set off to Brooklyn. He texted while I was en route to say he was at his Mom's (I knew he was possibly going to go see her, as she lives in NJ now), and maybe we could meet up later. Meh.
So Schmillie's party was at The Richardson in Williamsburg. It was so great! I was the first to arrive, which gave me time to fully check out the surroundings, and I really liked the bar. They had very fun old-fashioned cocktails and a very tempting food menu, and it was very speakeasy-ish in decor. Then everyone arrives, and Schmillie can tell you more about it here, but she looked lovely and sexy and it was good to see her friends who I now consider my own, as well as hang out with Schmannon and Schmerin. Then I was fading fast at midnight, so shared a cab back to Astoria with Schmannon and went right to bed.
Sunday I woke up at a reasonable hour, had some coffee, and got inspired by the rainy weather and lack of internet at home to take myself to the movies! First, I called my Grandma to wish her a happy birthday a week late. I'm terrible. My mom had reminded me to call, but then I forgot, then when I'd remember it'd be at like 11 pm or while I was out drinking, which are not good times to call your 84-year-old grandmother. Then I texted Sleeve to say that I'd gone home right after the party, as I was so tired, and asked about his visit with his mom. Anyway, then Eat Pray Love! I really liked it. I had read the book, so I knew what to expect, and I always love Julia Roberts. She just makes me happy. I realize the movie doesn't solve life's problems and is another sort of consumer-driven religious grab bag (yes, I read you, critics), but basically it's a nice story with beautiful scenery, and I did really relate to some points the main character makes. The idea of pouring so much of your love into your significant other that you lose yourself, or that you have nothing left when it ends, and things like that. Things about holding something back for yourself. Things about Javier Bardem. The movie spoke to me a bit, and it was very good timing. Then, because I love myself so much, I took myself out for linner at 5 Napkin Burger, as they just opened a location by the Astoria movie theater. OH MY GOD. Go. I got the Original burger with Tuscan fries, and sat at the bar, and contemplated my good fortune. I also took half home for later. Then a quick stop at the grocery store, before heading home to watch Disk 1 of The Brothers Donnelly, because I like the man candy.
All in all, a wonderful weekend. I alternately felt flattered by men, loved by friends, and treasured by myself. (Sorry, gag.) But I'm having a lot more good days and feel like I'm really excited about where I am and where I'm going in life, and I haven't had that for awhile. So anyway, thanks for letting me vent all that mushy stuff.
Last night I Skyped with Britch, which was lovely. Hopefully we'll get back to doing it frequently enough so that we don't have to talk for three hours to just catch up. I ate plums and peaches from our CSA, which are just divine, and I sat around in sweats and loved the temperature. Oh, and then Sleeve finally texts me (after no response on Sunday) and says "What's up babe??" Right. I text back a little later and say what is up, which is Catching up on tv, eating plums, and wishing I were at a bonfire. And ask what is up with him. Basically. Then no response again. So he seriously just sent me a What's up babe text with no follow-up. Man, I don't get this guy's approach. I feel like he could've been so money after that "I want to do this right and take you on a date thing" and now he's screwing it up. I mean, that was sort of a golden ticket for the actual date. Oh well, I feel a sort of detached bemusement, so we'll see what happens.
I'm working on blurring out the faces of a picture of Smee and I from the golf outing...so look for that soon! I mean, I guess it's pointless if you can't see our faces, but whatever. Happy Tuesday! And don't worry all you cold-weather haters, summer will be back at the end of the week.
Anyway, let's talk about what I've been up to. Friday I was so tired after all of Thursday's excitement that I went home with a nap in mind. My neighbor on the other side, a young married dude, was out on their stoop with his neighborhood friends (as they all grew up in Astoria) drinking beer and tequila. I've met most of them before, and we all said hi when I got home from work. Married Neighbor (MN) offered me a beer, but I passed, saying I had drank all day the day before. So I tried to nap and failed for like 90 minutes, then watched The Invention of Lying, and anytime I'd go out for a smoke, MN would ask me to come over. (He's very nice, by the way, and I like him and his friends. I've gone to a 4th of July party there before. I was just in pj's and not feeling social.) Finally I caved and ran in to put on a bra under my sleepshirt/dress thing, and then sat down with them and started in on the Bud Lights. I was out there till 4:30, my friends. They were all really nice, though MN became Drunk MN and began telling me how I'm hot, and he'd massage my shoulders/leg, put his hat on me, play with my hair, etc., but I was treating him a bit like a pesky child and just trying to brush it off, as he was so wasted he could barely speak. One of the other boys, Sleeve, used to live in my first Astoria apartment, in the basement unit. His mom owned the building and was my landlord, so I've known him forever, though we never really spoke too much. Anyway, he and I talked a lot, and he wants me to play on his fall softball team, and he wants to cook me dinner, and we were making all of these sorts of plans that people do. He got my number, and more on this shortly. All in all, it was such a good time. I was in pj's, without makeup, hanging out with six dudes (half were married), most of whom complimented me at some point. I was told I was hot and I met a boy. I mean, that's a pretty good night, right?
So after everyone leaves at about 4:30, Sleeve and I were texting and he was saying he wished he would've kissed me, and I was so cute, etc. Being drunk, I said well, maybe you should come back here and kiss me now. Then he calls, and he's all like "Oh my god, I want to kiss you for hours, but if I come over there we won't just kiss, and I want to do this the right way. I like you, I want to take you out. Let's hang out tomorrow afternoon around 3 or 4, ok?" etc. He's also more graphic but I will spare you. A word about Sleeve: He's a big Italian American dude, he boxes, he plays a lot of sports, he's loud and full of swagger around his guy friends, he makes gross jokes, and it half turns me off and half turns me on. I'm also only medium attracted to him, but we'll see -- I like his body, because he's tall and strong, but I have to see the face again I think. Basically he's not the type I'm used to, but I'm willing to see what happens. It's nice, though, because I'm not very wrapped up in it, just curious. So it's not getting to me yet.
So SATURDAY. I sleep until about 10, which was not long enough but hungover me can no longer sleep in. I meet Schmess for brunch at Vesta, which was delish, then head back home to bed. I think I have plans with Sleeve, but I don't set an alarm. I'm awakened at 4:30 pm by a text from him, saying he'd slept that whole time, he was exhausted. We just text chatted for a little while, with no mention of hanging out. Finally later, I was getting ready to head to Schmillie's BIRTHDAY PARTY, and I sent him one to say I was leaving soon, and ask if he was coming with me. (This had been discussed previously.) No immediate response, so I happily set off to Brooklyn. He texted while I was en route to say he was at his Mom's (I knew he was possibly going to go see her, as she lives in NJ now), and maybe we could meet up later. Meh.
So Schmillie's party was at The Richardson in Williamsburg. It was so great! I was the first to arrive, which gave me time to fully check out the surroundings, and I really liked the bar. They had very fun old-fashioned cocktails and a very tempting food menu, and it was very speakeasy-ish in decor. Then everyone arrives, and Schmillie can tell you more about it here, but she looked lovely and sexy and it was good to see her friends who I now consider my own, as well as hang out with Schmannon and Schmerin. Then I was fading fast at midnight, so shared a cab back to Astoria with Schmannon and went right to bed.
Sunday I woke up at a reasonable hour, had some coffee, and got inspired by the rainy weather and lack of internet at home to take myself to the movies! First, I called my Grandma to wish her a happy birthday a week late. I'm terrible. My mom had reminded me to call, but then I forgot, then when I'd remember it'd be at like 11 pm or while I was out drinking, which are not good times to call your 84-year-old grandmother. Then I texted Sleeve to say that I'd gone home right after the party, as I was so tired, and asked about his visit with his mom. Anyway, then Eat Pray Love! I really liked it. I had read the book, so I knew what to expect, and I always love Julia Roberts. She just makes me happy. I realize the movie doesn't solve life's problems and is another sort of consumer-driven religious grab bag (yes, I read you, critics), but basically it's a nice story with beautiful scenery, and I did really relate to some points the main character makes. The idea of pouring so much of your love into your significant other that you lose yourself, or that you have nothing left when it ends, and things like that. Things about holding something back for yourself. Things about Javier Bardem. The movie spoke to me a bit, and it was very good timing. Then, because I love myself so much, I took myself out for linner at 5 Napkin Burger, as they just opened a location by the Astoria movie theater. OH MY GOD. Go. I got the Original burger with Tuscan fries, and sat at the bar, and contemplated my good fortune. I also took half home for later. Then a quick stop at the grocery store, before heading home to watch Disk 1 of The Brothers Donnelly, because I like the man candy.
All in all, a wonderful weekend. I alternately felt flattered by men, loved by friends, and treasured by myself. (Sorry, gag.) But I'm having a lot more good days and feel like I'm really excited about where I am and where I'm going in life, and I haven't had that for awhile. So anyway, thanks for letting me vent all that mushy stuff.
Last night I Skyped with Britch, which was lovely. Hopefully we'll get back to doing it frequently enough so that we don't have to talk for three hours to just catch up. I ate plums and peaches from our CSA, which are just divine, and I sat around in sweats and loved the temperature. Oh, and then Sleeve finally texts me (after no response on Sunday) and says "What's up babe??" Right. I text back a little later and say what is up, which is Catching up on tv, eating plums, and wishing I were at a bonfire. And ask what is up with him. Basically. Then no response again. So he seriously just sent me a What's up babe text with no follow-up. Man, I don't get this guy's approach. I feel like he could've been so money after that "I want to do this right and take you on a date thing" and now he's screwing it up. I mean, that was sort of a golden ticket for the actual date. Oh well, I feel a sort of detached bemusement, so we'll see what happens.
I'm working on blurring out the faces of a picture of Smee and I from the golf outing...so look for that soon! I mean, I guess it's pointless if you can't see our faces, but whatever. Happy Tuesday! And don't worry all you cold-weather haters, summer will be back at the end of the week.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Boys, Bands, Beer, Burritos, Ballin'
I swear I'm still alive. It's just getting more difficult to find time to post, as I'm so busy and important at work now! But, gd it, I'm making time. There is so much to tell. (Oh, and I'm kidding about being important. BUT there is more talk of that promotion, so that's good news.)
So I'll try to abbreviate the past few days. STARTING with last Thursday (yikes.) After walking home from work with Schmauren, we decided to get Mexican and margaritas for a late Cinco celebration. (Margs are only $3 during happy hour at a neighborhood place. Ohhh yeah.) Then we hit up a friend of a friend (of a friend?)'s birthday party at Break on Broadway in Astoria, which is a great big pool hall. It was a party full of park rangers, but I immediately jumped onto the pool table, as I have missed it so. I managed to pick up an older lesbian park ranger (is there any other type) with my mad skillz, but then Schmauren and I ran away before things got too weird. (And Schmauren was tired of pretending to be my girlfriend to help me block my pursuer.) Also, I was afraid of getting stuck with the entire pool tab for everyone who'd played...so yeah, not my classiest moment, but what can I say. Those margaritas were strong. So home, pass out, get up for work and on the train I actually nearly pass out for real. A very nice gentleman gave me his seat and a barf bag when I tapped his shoulder, swaying and mumbling something incoherent. I made it off the train to sit on a bench on the Grand Central platform, then finally up to my desk. I attempted to "work" (read: sit at my desk and stare) for an hour but then with the encouragement of a co-worker (and a few "you don't look so good"'s) I went home sick. And then to bed. I swear, tequila is my salvation and damnation, all in one.
So Friday was a bust, as I just laid around, napping and watching things. And I did finally cook some Trader Joe's Masala Simmer Sauce (with chicken, onion and peppers) for dinner, plus basmati rice. It is pretty yummy, but didn't quite fill my craving for some sweet, sweet Chicken Tikka Masala. It's not creamy enough, but next time I'll mix it with milk instead of water. It is healthier, however!
Saturday I felt normal again (well, relatively), and was up for some nice coffee-and-tv-with-roomie time in the morning, then off to the library, the bread store (Arnold's Sandwich Thins were 3 for $4 at the Entemann's outlet!), and then the nail salon for a mani/pedi, and I splurged on a 10-minute massage. It was all very lovely and relaxing. Home for a healthy lunch and quick rest, then off to Schmauren's to help her decorate some cupcakes to look like they had bagels, lox, cream cheese and scallions on top. (It was all candy and sweets, I swear.)
We packed them up, grabbed a slice on the way to the train, then headed to Brooklyn in the windstorm to Pete's Candy Store. Schmauren's been friends with a band, The Cassevettes, since college, and now I've met them many times so I think I'm friends with them, too. They were playing and it was the drummer's birthday, so we went to hang out, heckle them while onstage, and stuff them with cupcakes. It was very fun, and even Schmillie and her lover showed up for awhile. I may have also made some sort of flirtation connection with said drummer, who was very complimentary (telling me how great I look, etc.) and got my phone number for when he comes back from Boston next. We shall see, but it was a fun show. Then the gang (the band and Shmauren and I, the not-really groupies) all piled into the band van to go to a loft party nearby. (Yes, I sat on drummer's lap, and there was only some chaste arm on back rubbing/hand holding stuff. Very adorable.) The party was fine if a little odd (in the Brooklyn tries very hard sometimes kind of way), but when we went back to the van after like 30 minutes, it had been busted into and the bass and drum kick pedals had been stolen. And when the cops showed up (one was Michelle Rodriguez, I swear), they were less than sympathetic, asking why anyone would park there with valuables in the car. Yes, OK, point taken, but that doesn't mean you can't be nice about it.
So Schmauren and I left them to head home (after I put garbage cardboard into the broken window hole...I was trying to help! But it was weird, I admit.) Midway home, we texted a friend in Manhattan (and Schmauren's once-upon-a-time lover) and decided to reroute to meet up with him and his friend. More beers, more inappropriate stories, and some birds singing and sun rising later, I took a cab home to sleep away half of Sunday. Then it was more movies, tv, maxin' and relaxin'. And nice texting with drummer.
Monday night I played softball for Hachette's team, as they needed a third lady (who doesn't?), and it was on Roosevelt Island so I walked from home and back, and it was quite pretty to play next to the river. Plus they were all very nice and some were a bit cute. Last night was my normal team's game, and we WON, 14-3 I think. It was fantastic, and I scored twice (it's been awhile...literally and euphemistically), and I got three people out (two catches, one tag), and whee! I did manage to skin/bruise my knee, but it's not as bad as some years. Though it's only the second game. Then home IN TIME FOR LOST, miracle of miracles! Which was weird and I missed our regular cast friends, but this is already too long to get into that.
I weighed myself yesterday morning and it was about 139, so not much change but I feel good with that. I've behaved with food well this week, and the weekend wasn't too terrible, just some Mexican on Thursday night and Sunday. And all that beer. Tonight I'm having an early summer with a friend at a Turkish restaurant, but I am going to go lighter if I can, too. But that means I don't know my points really, but I may as well stick to the habit of...
Food.
B - Honey O's, milk, coffee - 4
L - turkey sandwich, yogurt with berries - 6
D - Turkish sandwich (haha) - TBD
S - string cheese, soup? orange? - 3ish
Total - Enough.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Ob La Dee and What I Ate
Well, we made it to Thursday again. The weather this week has been rather interesting, with sunny, 70-degree lunches outside followed by brief rainshowers in the afternoon. Hopefully this one will clear up in time for some happy hour drinks at the Crocodile Lounge with Schmillie and co. They have a back patio, and it would be a shame to eat my free pizza INDOORS this time of year.
Last night I Shredded with Jillian Michaels, and man, every time I take a break from that routine, it kicks my butt all over again when I start up. But in a good way. I can feel some of the soreness today but it's not debilitating, so I feel very accomplished. Also, I re-weighed myself without clothes on this morning so I have an accurate measurement. And I didn't eat all of my points yesterday because I was busy at work so didn't have my afternoon snax, but I wasn't too hungry anyway. I think that's OK for now.
Not much else to report. I had a sexy dream about a co-worker who I actually strongly dislike (and who may be getting fired soon), so that was nice at the unconscious time (ahh, sexy rendevous) but it was quite distasteful this morning when I first saw him. I feel so confused when I look at him now! Do I hate hate him, or love hate him?
In Mex hell news, the whore's doctor's appointment was inconclusive last night, so apparently the pregnancy threat isn't entirely over, though there is no heartbeat (and she's bled a lot, and she's drinking a lot??) so hopefully it'll be over soon. She has another appointment in a week, and it's terrible to be stuck here...though I'm going to get some more distance (i.e. less talking to him) from the whole situation, which is really hard to do, but necessary at the same time. It's not my problem, even if it feels like it.
Well, eats.
B - TJ's strawberry yogurt O's, coffee, milk - 4
L - turkey & muenster sandwich, yogurt with strawberries - 6
D - TBD, maybe free pizza and beer
S - soup, orange - 2
Total - 12 plus dinnertime stuff
Weight - 141
Activity - fake it till you make it
Last night I Shredded with Jillian Michaels, and man, every time I take a break from that routine, it kicks my butt all over again when I start up. But in a good way. I can feel some of the soreness today but it's not debilitating, so I feel very accomplished. Also, I re-weighed myself without clothes on this morning so I have an accurate measurement. And I didn't eat all of my points yesterday because I was busy at work so didn't have my afternoon snax, but I wasn't too hungry anyway. I think that's OK for now.
Not much else to report. I had a sexy dream about a co-worker who I actually strongly dislike (and who may be getting fired soon), so that was nice at the unconscious time (ahh, sexy rendevous) but it was quite distasteful this morning when I first saw him. I feel so confused when I look at him now! Do I hate hate him, or love hate him?
In Mex hell news, the whore's doctor's appointment was inconclusive last night, so apparently the pregnancy threat isn't entirely over, though there is no heartbeat (and she's bled a lot, and she's drinking a lot??) so hopefully it'll be over soon. She has another appointment in a week, and it's terrible to be stuck here...though I'm going to get some more distance (i.e. less talking to him) from the whole situation, which is really hard to do, but necessary at the same time. It's not my problem, even if it feels like it.
Well, eats.
B - TJ's strawberry yogurt O's, coffee, milk - 4
L - turkey & muenster sandwich, yogurt with strawberries - 6
D - TBD, maybe free pizza and beer
S - soup, orange - 2
Total - 12 plus dinnertime stuff
Weight - 141
Activity - fake it till you make it
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