tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56808302011-08-31T09:32:43.898-04:00UptownGirl77Thoughts. Rants. Whatever comes to mind. Just a place to get things off my chest.
Comments are more than welcome!Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.comBlogger1311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1111765161082449912005-03-25T10:38:00.000-05:002007-01-29T04:26:07.027-05:00So I'm in the process of moving to another blog. Check it out if you like.Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1101928941174174532004-12-01T14:18:00.000-05:002004-12-01T14:22:21.173-05:00Wow, two months, eh? Yikes. I don't know where to start. I'll give you a teaser, and I'll write more later, I promise.
- I started Atkins.
- B&DG are back in town.
- I found a wedding dress that I love love love.
- C and mom are talking again (sorta).
- Mom S. has polyps in her bowels.
- Got an awesome package from Nannie E.
- I'm making Christmas cards this year.
- The Boy got a new video Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1097181073884309752004-10-07T23:06:00.000-04:002004-10-07T23:38:11.236-04:00So yeah, I deleted some pictures and comments and stuff. I get paranoid when I think of the stuff people could find in here if they knew who I was. Makes me kinda feel like I have to censor myself, which defeats the purpose of having a blog.
Thanks to the girlies who commented. Nice to hear from all of you, and it's very nice to know that you're all still here, and that there are some newbies tooUptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1097180434916422552004-10-07T16:17:00.000-04:002004-10-07T16:20:34.916-04:00Okay, I really have to get back into the habit of blogging on a regular basis. My sanity is suffering because of my negligence. And the sad thing is that I have nothing resembling an excuse.
Since I wrote last, I chipped a tooth, my great-uncle died, I saw my granddad, talked to my mom, and came to some realizations. Oh, and I've been reading the Harry Potter books. I can't put them down.
More Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1095111013438947292004-09-13T17:10:00.000-04:002004-10-07T16:25:29.546-04:00So let's see if I can remember how to do this. It's been a long time.
Sar, you're pretty much the only person who reads this now so, if you're still out there, thanks for not giving up on me. Sorry I disappeared.
Truthfully, I didn't disappear. I didn't go anywhere. I didn't do anything. I can't even remember what my last post was.
Okay, I re-read my last post. B is here now, but I haven't Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1092168587533151592004-08-10T16:08:00.000-04:002004-08-10T16:09:47.533-04:00Okay, okay. A girl can only take so much harrassment! Thanks for the encouragement, Anna and Sarbare. Sorry I haven't written in so long. I guess I've just been lazy.
We went to A&G's trailer on Saturday. It's a three-hour drive, and we kinda had a bit of a fight. We passed a car on the highway and the driver was holding up a sign that said, "Show us your tits." I was absolutely stunned! Anyway,Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1091642814190260522004-08-04T14:05:00.000-04:002004-08-04T14:06:54.190-04:00Stolen from Sarbear who stole it from Anne. Thanks guys. :)
What is something you dislike about yourself? My utter lack of self-discipline/motivation.
What is something you do well? I've always been sorta proud of how I do makeup. It sounds frivolous, which I guess it kinda is, but people always like how their makeup turns out when I do it. And I guess I think I can carry a tune and strum a Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1090876141983087882004-07-26T15:37:00.000-04:002004-07-26T17:09:01.983-04:00I was really good about the whole thing. Until The Boy got upset. When his feelings are hurt by his own family, there's a big problem that needs solving.
I guess the next thing that happened after I wrote last week was that we couldn't decide whether or not to go over for dinner on Saturday. Friday, when he was at work, his mom called and they had a yelling match. He finally let it all out, how Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1090437061127354252004-07-21T14:56:00.000-04:002004-07-21T15:11:01.126-04:00I'm at my wits' end. When I was that the bus stop last night, I called The Boy, like I always do when I'm waiting for the bus. He said he called his parents' house to talk to A about a game or something, and J answered the phone and asked if he'd gotten the "411." She then told him that his ex was on her way over to spend the night. They laughed over how pathetic it was. They hung up and his mom Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1090343750936897102004-07-20T13:00:00.000-04:002004-07-20T13:15:50.936-04:00We had a pretty good weekend. Friday, we went to his parents' for dinner, because we hadn't been there in a few weeks, and wouldn't be going on Saturday. It was really nice. I brought the laptop, so his mom and I sat while I showed her pictures from the balloon trip and my "wedding stuff" ideas. She said I have very good taste. :)
Saturday, I worked all day. Literally. I so wanted to have all Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1090013624560948352004-07-16T17:01:00.000-04:002004-07-16T17:34:54.276-04:00Well, I haven't written in a while, and I don't really have an excuse; however, I don't really have much to write about either. I guess the one exciting thing that's happened is that Mom called and said she was in Etobicoke with the sisters for a girls' getaway. After some figuring, we decided to meet them for dinner Wednesday night.
Why? After all that's happened, especially what I learned Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1089225287584144602004-07-07T14:34:00.000-04:002004-07-07T14:34:47.586-04:00I think I've figured it out: My mother held her childhood against her kids, thereby doing the same thing to us as she feels was done to her.
I will break the chain.Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1089211308251014002004-07-07T10:38:00.000-04:002004-07-07T10:41:48.253-04:00So the funny thing I forgot to tell you is that, when I went to pick up the invitations, I was so excited, I bought twice as many as we need!
When I did the guest list, I came up with about 225 people and, in Excel, I had a column for the number of people in the party and the number of invitations required. Well, I needed 98 invitations, but forgot all about it when I went to get the invites. I Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1089210681673062332004-07-07T10:31:00.001-04:002004-07-07T10:31:21.673-04:00The inn.Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1089210677841771142004-07-07T10:31:00.000-04:002004-07-07T10:31:17.840-04:00#2Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1089210641581291572004-07-07T10:30:00.000-04:002004-07-07T10:30:41.580-04:00Here are two views of the Empire room, and one pic of the front of the inn. I think it's gorgeous!!! And the price is right! (Can't get much better than free room rental!)Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1089210113597446542004-07-07T10:18:00.000-04:002004-07-08T11:45:02.233-04:00Forgot to mention. Talked to the Loyalist yesterday. Super nice girl. Room rental would be free, and a three-course meal (salad, roast turkey and the fixings, and dessert) would be $16.75 per person. I couldn't believe it, considering that J&C are paying like $75 per person here. Hooray for Summerside!!! The $16.75 doesn't include beverages though, but we're having a combination bar so it Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1089205899878084242004-07-07T08:57:00.000-04:002004-07-07T09:11:39.876-04:00Dad called last night. Mom called him yesterday morning with some sob story about how J needs a new laptop and she needs to use Dad's credit card to help him buy one. First of all, J is Mom's sister's fiancé's son. What business is it of hers to buy him a laptop? Secondly, if J really did need a laptop, his dad sure as hell wouldn't go to Mom for help. Thirdly, why the fuck would she ask for my Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1089121734772647172004-07-06T09:48:00.000-04:002004-07-06T09:48:54.773-04:00We got our invites last night. They're exactly like these, but rectangle, not square. Simple but elegant, yes? :)Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1089062763773971432004-07-05T17:26:00.000-04:002004-07-06T09:48:34.406-04:00We had our first meltdown. Last night, he said that I've taken over, and haven't asked his opinion on stuff... That I've just mentioned stuff and, when he says, "Yeah, that sounds cool," it doesn't actually mean that I can run with it.
That said, we're getting invitations tonight! Woohoo!Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1088878459646449932004-07-03T14:14:00.000-04:002004-07-03T14:14:19.646-04:00This is the cake we like, with our monogram on the top layer. I think it's pretty snazz, minus the roses on top. Not sure what we'll want for a top yet.Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1088877756707010632004-07-03T13:42:00.000-04:002004-07-03T14:02:36.706-04:00So we've been engaged for almost a week, and we're still sane. I think he's agreed to an August wedding, though he hasn't said so to me. (He mentioned to his mom when she asked.) I don't want it to be "my" wedding. I want it to be "our" wedding. But it will be hard for me to plan a wedding for us if he doesn't provide any input. Thankfully, he's been a little more open to talking.
As I said Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1088548653286360292004-06-29T18:08:00.000-04:002004-06-29T18:37:33.286-04:00So, as I was saying, we went home for a little while, so I could make phone calls, and he could relax for the first time in three months. :)
First, I called my dad. Voicemail. Do I leave it on the message? Probably shouldn't. Oh well. "We're ENGAGED!!!" I called my mother. Voicemail. Do I leave it on the message? Probably shouldn't. Oh well. "We're ENGAGED!!!" I called S&K. K answered. I had Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1088460432835472412004-06-28T18:07:00.000-04:002004-06-28T18:07:12.836-04:00Someone (I won't mention any names) had the nerve to complain that the other picture was "blurry." Well, how's this? Better? Good.Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1088442647435481212004-06-28T12:53:00.000-04:002004-06-28T13:10:47.436-04:00It started out terribly. Saturday night, at 10:06, The Boy said, "Oh, wasn't the guy supposed to call by 10 to confirm for tomorrow?" So I jumped up and ran to grab my cell phone (the only number I gave the guy). Sure enough, he had left a message at 8:19 p.m., saying that due to windy weather conditions, we would have to postpone. I cried. Hard. Anyway, he also said that he would keep an eye on Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1088371755670773562004-06-27T17:29:00.000-04:002004-06-27T17:29:15.670-04:00My beautiful ring. My birthstone is diamond, and The Boy's is sapphire, so I wanted both our stones incorporated. It's the exact ring I wanted, white gold and everything. :)Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1088371209069476862004-06-27T17:17:00.000-04:002004-06-27T17:20:09.070-04:00We're engaged!!!!!!!Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1088170513081839092004-06-25T09:16:00.000-04:002004-06-25T09:35:13.083-04:00Sunday is going to be 21C, mainly sunny, with 10% POP, and winds of 10 km/h. For the love of God, please let The Weather Network be right for once.Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1088022937852792752004-06-23T16:04:00.000-04:002004-06-23T16:35:37.853-04:00So I forgot to mention that, on Monday night, we went with A&G out for dinner to Montana's. Campfire platter = Yum.
Last night, we watched Next Action Star (if it's reality, we'll watch it), and went to sleep. I'm such a granny. He reads for a while, but I go right to sleep, at like 10 p.m. It's pathetic! I slept right through the night, until 8 this morning, and still wanted more sleep. I couldUptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1087907757025782072004-06-22T08:29:00.000-04:002004-06-22T08:35:57.026-04:00Will I never learn? I opened the mail again yesterday, and it was the invoice. He made a purchase on June 10th, and put $2,000 on credit. This is gonna be nice!!! I wonder how much he paid in cash? It can't have been exactly $2K on the nose. And he still has a $500 credit.
I can't believe it. I'm in shock. Luckily, when I opened it and freaked out, I jumped online and Anna was here. She kinda Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1087835958758147332004-06-21T12:10:00.000-04:002004-06-21T12:39:18.756-04:00Friday night was games night. It was kinda depressing. J&C were all cuddly. G wrote "I Love you" on A's paper. The Boy drew a picture of A fantasizing about him, and him fantasizing about his Xbox. :P Funny, but he's always like that. I would like the "I love you" for once. I guess that's just not the way he is.
Saturday, he worked. I chilled at home, and watched Love Actually. It was seriously Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1087568342617666842004-06-18T10:15:00.000-04:002004-06-18T10:19:02.616-04:00So we're relaxing, watching tv, and B calls. He got laid off, so he won't be buying the bike from The Boy. Of course, The Boy panics. "Now what am I going to do? The safety expires in like six days! Why couldn't he have told me this before? Now I have to make room on the Visa so I can list it in the Spec or on eBay."
I feel so bad for him, but I don't know how to help. He won't let me pay for Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1087491916130151672004-06-17T12:43:00.000-04:002004-06-17T13:05:16.130-04:00So, yesterday, The Boy asked me to print his comic lettering because D needs to put everything together and they're running out of time. It took two seconds to print it, and he was pretty happy. Problem was that all the bubbles around the words were all messed up, but I didn't notice, so I had to print them again and we had to go back downtown to drop them off at D's house.
Then, since we were Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1087394673573740682004-06-16T09:52:00.000-04:002004-06-16T10:04:33.573-04:00So I guess it's every man's dream to get a three-way. I was shocked to learn that it's not RA's. When C told me that he'd done it (not with her), I was very shocked, and more shocked to learn that it turned him off lesbians, because he felt like the odd one out. I laughed my ass off when I heard that. I thought that was pretty funny. So when they were here and we would make silly comments like weUptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1087184730244490332004-06-13T23:22:00.000-04:002004-06-13T23:45:30.243-04:00Got my new computer. I can breathe now, and my heartrate can return to normal.
Let's see... Where was I last? Right. Ray.
Well, since then, I was working from home because my laptop died, and I was just doing the newsletter anyway, which was web-based, so RM told me to continue from home on Friday. Basically, my battery died, and then the power supply died. It was an old laptop anyway, and it Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1086972883985265102004-06-11T12:40:00.000-04:002004-06-11T13:08:49.096-04:00When I was young and foolish, as opposed to old and foolish, I wanted to be a singer. I dreamed of it every night and, for a while there, it seemed like the dream might almost come true.
There were many singers I admired. Too many to name. I wished SR's ghost would come to me, of all people. And it did, sort of.
But I distinctly remember, a few years back, thinking, "I'm not going to make it, Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1086892080438018342004-06-10T14:25:00.000-04:002004-06-10T14:28:00.436-04:00MOTHERFUCKER!!!!
Hot air balloon guy called and said that they're having the equipment recertified this week, and won't have it back by Sunday, so now we have to wait until NEXT Sunday (the 20th).
That's like someone telling you, on Christmas Eve, "Oh, sorry. Christmas is gonna be next week now."
I called The Boy at work to tell him, and he said, "Oh, that's cool. We'll go for a drive or Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1086714575176289262004-06-08T13:06:00.001-04:002004-06-08T13:09:35.176-04:00Hot air balloon June 13th at 6:00 a.m.!!! Woohoo!!!
C called last night to let me know that she got home safely, and she said that the reason they were so quiet the whole trip was because every time they were alone, they fought. She was pretty upset. I felt really bad for her.
She said that they've got a lot to think about. I think The Boy was right when he said that the trip would make or Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1086626727431271312004-06-07T12:23:00.000-04:002004-06-07T12:45:27.433-04:00So Friday night we picked them up at Marineland. They had a great time. R went on a rollercoaster for the first time, and screamed like Mariah Carey, they said.
We went to the Hard Rock Café for dinner, then to the Falls. It was beautiful, but I was expecting the lights below to be a lot brighter. Then, we walked to Clifton Hill. C&R did Screamers. It sounded pretty scary. Then the four of us Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1086360484736630262004-06-04T10:15:00.000-04:002004-06-04T10:48:04.736-04:00So I was working from home on Wednesday, and I was on a conference call, talking about revisions to the web site, when my cell rang. I put the guys on hold, and it was C. "Guess who's in Hamilton, four hours ahead of schedule???" "Fuck off! Are you serious?"
Turns out that they were able to get a direct flight, instead of one with a five-hour stopover in Montreal. Woohoo!
So I got off the Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1086119383287801712004-06-01T15:42:00.000-04:002004-06-01T15:49:43.286-04:00I keep having these dreams about rings. I had one dream that we were out for dinner, and the waiters gathered around, singing "Happy Birthday." I was confused, because it wasn't my birthday but, when I saw the cake, there was a ring on top.
C&R arrive tomorrow. We're both so excited to have them over. The Boy has so impressed me lately. He's been so helpful, basically doing all the planning for Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1085673391443287722004-05-27T11:53:00.000-04:002004-05-27T11:56:31.443-04:00Penne's gone. Now I'm eating baked Doritos, drinking Coca-Cola (no, not the carb-reduced one, but the plain ol' white lettered carb and calorie filled original). Yum.
I forgot to mention AI. I think it's pretty pretentious of Fox to do the whole red carpet and outside concert thing. It looked like welfare Oscar night.
And no one really wanted Jasmine to sing, did they?
I'm glad Fantasia won. IUptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1085672696785882112004-05-27T11:27:00.000-04:002004-05-27T11:44:56.786-04:00So. Here I am again. On an early lunch, because we have a Webinar from noon to 1:30. Going to go and heat up some chicken penne in the microwave. Back in a jiff.
k. I'm back. These No Name lunches are great. Well, this one is.
The Boy and I had a bit of a tiff last night. He worked late, and he didn't say what he wanted for dinner, so I threw in one of those spinach pizzas that he loves so muchUptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1085438280133837702004-05-24T17:40:00.000-04:002004-05-26T15:51:59.606-04:00Well, it's Monday. I didn't have to work today, so I did lots at home. And by "lots," I mean ate lots, drank lots of Coke, and watched lots of TLC.
Friday, I worked from home, but I can't really remember what I did. Then, The Boy got home and we went to Value Village to look at boardgames. We got Music Buff, Hedbanz, and Quicksand. Cute games. I also bought three cassettes. I don't remember theUptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1084894652354133032004-05-18T11:13:00.000-04:002004-05-18T11:37:32.353-04:00I keep thinking about the piece of paper and plastic card that's currently sitting in my dresser drawer, buried under three pairs of pants. What do they mean? When will I know? What if the trip comes and goes with no proposal?
I feel, in my heart of hearts, that he will do it on the balloon. By the way, I was mistaken when I said that we saw the ring before Christmas. I went through my blog Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1084833047551425152004-05-17T18:29:00.000-04:002004-05-17T18:30:47.553-04:00Well, I didn't accomplish much work-wise today, but I sure made some changes to my Blog. I hope the new comments system works. My only regret is that I've lost all the past ones.
Oh well. You guys will just have to give me some new ones. :)Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1084831525050178572004-05-17T18:05:00.000-04:002004-05-17T18:05:25.050-04:00Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1084806033097197092004-05-17T10:44:00.000-04:002004-05-17T11:00:33.096-04:00My first day at home. Motivation low. The Boy is playing Red Dead Revolver, and I want to go out to the living room to hang out with him instead of trying to come up with web site content.
Pretty good weekend. Friday, went to Montana's for dinner, then picked up M and went to the casino. I played $20 on the slots and, when I cashed out, I had $19.25. I did pretty awesome. Kept winning 50 Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1084389337905719942004-05-12T15:14:00.001-04:002004-05-12T15:15:37.906-04:00I feel absolutely terrible.
Yesterday, I got home from work, take my bags up to the apartment, then go back down to the mailroom. Flyer, flyer, junk mail, phone bill, utility bill… hmm…. What’s this? Window envelope, to The Boy, from an unknown address. Hm. What bill have we forgotten to pay now? Wait a minute. Feels like there’s a plastic card inside. Oh well. Probably just a new bank card. Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1084234430448788862004-05-10T19:27:00.000-04:002004-05-10T20:13:50.450-04:00Wow, Sar. You weren't kidding. There have been a lot of changes over the past few weeks.
Today was a rough day. Nothing worked properly. I'm losing my patience with RM. I'm still working from his house. He can't make up his mind. Wait, that's not true. He CAN make up his mind. He just changes it every five minutes. He makes a decision, then gets scared and starts to second-guess what we've done,Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1083769751039417192004-05-05T10:48:00.000-04:002004-05-05T11:12:23.263-04:00I haven't written in a while. Not much to say. New job is kinda blah right now. Still working from RM's house. When does the "work from home" kick in, I wonder??? He's out at his son's track and field event right now, so I'm taking advantage of the free time.
What has happened lately? Hm. Spoke to my mother. A few times. We're okay again I guess. I'm glad, but I'm still bitter, and it's hard to Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1083361481822181552004-04-30T17:43:00.000-04:002004-04-30T17:47:48.826-04:00Check out Anna's blog. She's not Oprah.Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1083261801402376462004-04-29T14:02:00.000-04:002004-04-29T14:06:27.810-04:00I have no idea what I'm doing. RM just left to take his son somewhere, and I'm sitting here wondering what I'm supposed to be doing. I can't start on the intro packages for the accountants until PM comes back with approval for the letterhead. Okay. Going to compile a "to do" list.
I'm so fried.Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1083103820029411602004-04-27T17:31:00.000-04:002004-04-27T18:13:24.513-04:00Okay... Here I sit, in my new home office, a.k.a. the desk in the bedroom.
I forgot to talk about my last day at the X. It was boring. At first, I didn't think I would get everything done. Then, A gave me a good anecdote. He said my attitude for the day should be, "I don't care. It's my last day." So that helped me get things done faster, oddly enough.
E, K, J and I all went out for lunch to Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1083100822286230482004-04-26T19:00:00.000-04:002004-04-27T17:33:40.466-04:00Waiting for Windows XP installation to finish, writing this with pencil and paper, wonder of wonders.
Had a great birthday. Saturday (birthday eve, if you will), I went to the mall, had my hair cut, coloured and highlighted, eyebrows waxed (more about that in a minute), and bought new shoes and a bag at Aldo. God, I love that place. It's excruciatingly cool, and I feel heartwrenchingly uncool Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1082653410574072232004-04-22T13:02:00.000-04:002004-04-22T13:06:29.920-04:00Present # 2. A big chunk of granite with a clock in it and, on the front, "Best wishes from your friends at X."
Barf.Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1082639130673428792004-04-22T08:26:00.000-04:002004-04-22T09:08:29.860-04:00WARNING!!!!!!!!!!! AI SPOILER IN THIS POST! Don't read on if you've taped it and are planning to watch later! And don't say I didn't warn you!
So, to go into more detail about what happened yesterday, E and J were standing around my cube chatting, and then everyone else, including J, started walking toward the front office. E asked me who the client was that D was sitting with out front, and I Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1082600775190879752004-04-21T22:23:00.000-04:002004-04-21T22:29:13.606-04:00What the hell? Am I the only person in the world who wants a talented contestant to be the next American Idol? I'm not even an American! I seriously can't believe it. Not that I loved her, but she's a lot more deserving than some of the amateurs remaining.
Can't believe it.Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1082581097706944302004-04-21T16:57:00.000-04:002004-04-21T17:01:16.936-04:00The bastards. They went and surprised me with birthday cake and a gold left-handed pen. I'm going to miss the nice stuff. A lot.Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1082554761164108882004-04-21T09:31:00.000-04:002004-04-21T09:44:08.046-04:00I've got three days left and they haven't had me train anyone yet.
I had my first meeting with my new company yesterday. It was so refreshing. Everyone let everyone else speak. Everyone was polite, courteous, and let the professional branding guy do his presentation, uninterrupted. One of the partners even said, "You guys can handle this. I don't need to be here. I trust what you'll come up withUptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1082462494881773982004-04-20T07:39:00.000-04:002004-04-20T08:05:16.483-04:00It's 7:39 a.m., and I'm at work. The only sounds I hear are my fingers tapping on my keyboard and my computer fan whirring. I hate being here by myself at night, but the morning is nice. The sun is beaming in long yellow stripes between the bars on the windows. In less than an hour, this place will be anything but peaceful. But right now, on my last Tuesday, that's exactly what I feel: Peace. I Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1082332002474373902004-04-18T19:05:00.000-04:002004-04-18T19:49:37.670-04:00So... JPL's gone. Finally. He provided comic relief, but little else. He'll make a good correspondent for Access Hollywood.
Glad Bill got the job. He was a heck of a lot more deserving than Kwame. Omarosa is never going to work again. Anyone who hires her after seeing the lengths to which she'll go is just insane. And I heard somewhere that Troy got a job with KFC (Yes, Kentucky Fried Chicken), Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1082052890907429322004-04-15T13:58:00.000-04:002004-04-15T14:19:17.106-04:00Okay, Sar, this is for you. My AI recap. Sorta. In no particular order.
First, Quentin Tarentino is the best AI guest judge EVER. He totally told it how he saw it, and wasn't all nicey-nice. He wasn't mean, like Simon, but he was honest. He was great, and it was obvious what a fan of the show he was. Remember when he was in the audience in an earlier show? Pretty cool.
John Stevens - I think heUptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1082047027036634102004-04-15T12:34:00.000-04:002004-04-15T12:39:58.873-04:00Oh, and yesterday, I was waiting for E to drive me home, and BJ's wife, D called. She said, "Oh, just the person I was hoping to talk to! I'm so sorry to hear you're going!" She is such a beautiful person. She said that she knows I'll be blessed no matter where I go, and she said that if I ever need anything I can always call them at home. She said that, when BJ went home on Monday, he said, "I Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1082046463048710002004-04-15T11:57:00.000-04:002004-04-15T12:30:35.000-04:00I haven't written about the weekend yet.
Friday morning, The Boy took me to a few drug stores, looking for this. I couldn't find it anywhere, but I found this, finally. God, I love Marcelle. It just feels nice.
Anyway, he went to work, and I spent the day doing... well, nothing really. Doing the resignation letter thing, some dishes, folding laundry... That was about it.
Saturday, I lazed Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1082041969873732312004-04-15T11:12:00.000-04:002004-04-15T11:15:42.013-04:00Is there a meaning in "Summertime" that I just don't get? I didn't understand why Fantasia cried after she sang it, and said, "I felt my soooong!"
What am I not getting??Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1081972453155918752004-04-14T15:54:00.000-04:002004-04-14T15:57:03.873-04:00Safety feature my ass.Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1081970525251048512004-04-14T15:20:00.000-04:002004-04-14T15:24:56.466-04:00Getting all filing done, so my desk will be spotless by next Friday. Came to following realization:
Stupidest thing ever: File cabinets that can have only one drawer open at a time.Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1081948332190766932004-04-14T09:11:00.000-04:002004-04-14T09:15:03.200-04:00I just heard the funniest thing: William Hung's new album is outselling Courtney Love's. HAHAHAHAHAHA!Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1081777304163653672004-04-12T09:40:00.000-04:002004-04-12T09:44:32.793-04:00I did it. I submitted my letter of resignation. It was very underwhelming. I wanted tears, fighting, "We need you! Don't go! We'll give you a zillion dollars to stay!"
What I got was, "I'm disappointed, but you have to do what you have to do."
Hmph. But I have a feeling that it's not over. I hope the next two weeks aren't hell.Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1081536025890909992004-04-09T14:30:00.000-04:002004-04-10T08:50:41.403-04:00Well, it's happened. My start date is April 26th. I got the email from RM today. It spelled everything out, so there were no question marks at all. I was on my way out the door with The Boy when my cell rang to indicate a new email message. I checked, and sure enough: "Offer of Employment." So I have to sign and fax it to RM on Monday. I'm SO stoked.
Unfortunately, that means that I have to handUptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1081460998793904042004-04-08T17:46:00.000-04:002004-04-08T17:52:43.623-04:00RM CALLED!!!!!!!!!!! He got final approval to offer me full-time employment, so he's drawing up my contract, has to have his guys approve it, then he'll send it to me!!!! WOOHOO!!!!!
Lunch today was good but more of the same shit: We're going to have a zillion office by this time next year, and everyone gets a slice of the pie. I've been hearing that bullshit for seven years. The whole time, I Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1081427059887653842004-04-08T08:23:00.000-04:002004-04-08T08:45:57.233-04:00Stolen from Zannah. Thanks and you're welcome.
1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says:
"Professional Fees: Recast 2003 - 8,634. Projection Fiscal 2004 - 7,000."
2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first?
A list of buyers for the lumber company.
3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?
The Swan.
4. WITHOUT LOOKING,Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1081358873330534042004-04-07T13:27:00.000-04:002004-04-07T13:30:37.310-04:00He apologized. The lucky bastard.Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1081344934427444222004-04-07T09:14:00.000-04:002004-04-07T09:38:18.280-04:00I feel a little better now. After I finished my post last night, I called C (my best friend, back home). I hadn't talked to her since Christmas, but we do that: We don't talk for months, but when we do talk it's like no time has passed. Anyway, we've been playing phone tag for months, she works weird shifts at the police station, so we just never managed to connect. I called her, just because I Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1081289320673940102004-04-06T17:54:00.000-04:002004-04-06T18:11:24.106-04:00This one's a doozy. I got home and checked the mail and there was an Easter card (with a letter inside, of course), from my mother. "I don't know why you didn't call me back in December..." "I felt like I'd lost both my kids, and that's not a nice feeling..." "It got harder to get through a day without crying..." Join the fucking club.
I'm sitting here, bawling my eyes out. I miss her so much, Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1081270266401227922004-04-06T12:21:00.000-04:002004-04-08T17:47:24.326-04:00Thanks, Sar. These things are fun.
I am not: A size 6.
I hurt: my wrist somehow. I must have slept on it wrong or something.
I love: The Boy, my brother, my dad, my friends, music, books, food...
I hate: I don't hate my mom. I hate cheaters.
I fear: Broken bones. Having had over 100, I fear it every day.
I forget: things when I'm stressed. Things become distorted in my memory, so it's as if I'm Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1081257487502870082004-04-06T08:47:00.000-04:002004-04-06T09:20:50.436-04:00I can't wait to hand in my resignation. I'm SO excited. I'm scared, but excited. We're having our big Shakespeare lunch on Thursday, and DMR isn't in until then. It would be nice to be able to announce it there.
I finally have a light at the end of the tunnel. It's been so long since I had something to which I could look forward.
I made a sale yesterday. Sort of. The people in the Soo who Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1081222523636473872004-04-05T23:12:00.000-04:002004-04-06T17:58:59.733-04:00So I get to A's house, and she says she's going to Wendy's to get M some dinner. I asked her to pick up something for me too, and pulled out my wallet. She said that, if I didn't let her pay for it, she wouldn't let me babysit M again. :) So that was cool.
The part that wasn't cool was when I asked when she expected to be home. She said, "Well, the meeting starts at 9, so hopefully by 10." I wasUptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1081188701329960462004-04-05T14:08:00.000-04:002004-04-05T14:14:23.576-04:00Since we won't eat dinner together tonight, I messaged him and asked if he wanted to have lunch with me instead! A stroke of genius on my part, if I may say so myself. So we went to the beach and had greasy burgers and fries, and played old songs on the jukebox. ("Respect," "You Send Me," "Dream Lover," and "Twilight Time." :) ) Then, he got me a bird and a bear from the claw machine. All in all,Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1081172168824973992004-04-05T08:49:00.000-04:002004-04-05T09:38:50.496-04:00Games night was cancelled on Friday night, and my income tax refund had been deposited into my account, so I bought us Chinese food to celebrate.
What were you celebrating, you ask? MY NEW JOB!!!! Yes, finally, RM came through. He called Friday evening to ask if I would accept $30K, plus $5 per user. I said yes! I did forget to ask about vacation and sick pay, but I'm sure they'll be reasonable.Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1080929345537163662004-04-02T12:07:00.000-05:002004-04-02T13:11:44.750-05:00Okay, so we park at City Hall, and he tells me to stay in the car while he puts money in the ticket machine thingy (It's raining). So I'm in the car waiting for him, and he's taking forever! I can't see him, because other cars are blocking my view, so I have no idea if he's been jumped or what, and am too chicken to get out and check. Finally, he comes back and said he broke the machine, but got Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1080918729143547852004-04-02T09:37:00.000-05:002004-04-02T10:14:48.186-05:00Okay, so let's start with last night. I stayed late, listened to music on my laptop and chatted with LV (No, not Louis Vuitton). Then, I moved to the front of the office after everyone left, because the back office creeps me out when I'm here alone.
I did my makeup, using only the tiny round mirror on my compact, having brought everything from my makeup table (a.k.a. The Boy's desk), including Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1080916142255817162004-04-02T09:21:00.000-05:002004-04-02T11:52:15.890-05:00I've lost it. I'm sitting at work, and I called The Boy to apologize for being such a bitch this morning (a true recap later), and I just started crying. Again with the crying. I feel so unstable. I'm on the verge of tears again right now, and have been all morning. I hate myself for it, but I miss my mom. I HATE myself for it.
Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1080851054383831982004-04-01T15:23:00.000-05:002004-04-01T15:26:52.466-05:00I'm going to be 27 soon, and for the past two days I've forgotten how to rinse all the conditioner out of my hair in the shower. I was running my hands through my hair in a, "God, I'm bored... need to stretch" kind of way, and found a tiny clump of conditioner on the back of my head.
At least, I hope it was conditioner. I feel so dirty.Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1080843117697261222004-04-01T13:11:00.000-05:002004-04-01T13:14:35.903-05:00These are cute.
Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1080836006515585912004-04-01T11:12:00.000-05:002004-04-01T11:16:04.593-05:00I don't know about this format... It's a little bland. We'll see how long it takes for me to get sick of it.
For you who tune in regularly, let me know what you think. I'm clueless, and would LOVE suggestions.Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1080833330650711012004-04-01T10:00:00.000-05:002004-04-01T10:32:53.360-05:00I took a break from writing yesterday to do a few dishes, and then The Boy came home, so I closed down pretty quickly.
He made a deliciously bad dinner: Chicken finger burgers and Tater Tots. Then we settled in for the tv. We're so spontaneous. Friends at 7:30, 70's at 8, AI at 8:30, Newlyweds at 9, then the Adam Returns that we taped earlier this week. Then I read until I fell asleep.
AI. Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1080777149200711322004-03-31T18:31:00.000-05:002004-03-31T18:55:06.043-05:00Last night actually wasn't that bad! It was actually kinda nice! Despite the fact that it was A's birthday, they bought us Chinese food. It was SO good, and everyone remained quiet during American Idol, much to my surprise.
Speaking of AI, I thought it was a very underwhelming episode. Motown is usually my favourite, but I was really disappointed with a few people. The only ones I really liked Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1080688957327103182004-03-30T18:22:00.000-05:002004-03-30T18:32:03.670-05:00Is it safe to assume that this is just an unstable site, bound to have a lot of downtime? If so, then here's my heart.
Heart of Chocolate - Sweet. Appealing. Charming. You are versatile, and yet very sentimental and romantic. You long for someone who will melt with you perfectly.
What is Your Heart REALLY Made of? brought to you by Quizilla
And I'm a glass of wine, supposedly.
You're a Glass Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1080676285098247372004-03-30T14:49:00.000-05:002004-03-30T14:54:00.763-05:00The Boy just called. Because J quit, he's going to have to change shifts. Now he'll be working 2-9 on Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays. Absolute bullshit. By the time he gets home, I'll be getting ready for sleep! His boss has no idea how good he's got it, and The Boy has no idea that there are bosses out there who won't take advantage of his generous (read, in this case: "yes man") nature.Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1080670856189757512004-03-30T13:17:00.000-05:002004-03-30T13:23:32.233-05:00Okay, now I'm pissed. My blog went all crazy and published the same post like three times and then, when I deleted the duplicates, I lost the comments for the original. Hmph.
FS stopped by the office today. It was so nice to see her! She's so young and trendy, and such a sweetheart. She looks like she buys the clothes from magazines, while I just dream about them. *sigh* I guess the expendable Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1080665790139672572004-03-30T11:55:00.000-05:002004-03-30T13:17:52.920-05:00Why doesn't everyone have comments on their blogs? For goodness sakes, how can I tell you that your blog rocks, if you don't have any way for anyone to contact you?
Could it be that this isn't important to some people? Naaaaahhhhh...Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1080662278980478842004-03-30T10:57:00.000-05:002004-03-30T11:13:20.296-05:00I tried doing a "what's your heart truly made of" quiz, and found that it's made of chocolate. I'll ignore the urge to make a joke about eating my heart out.
Tried to link it here, but it won't work. I need a domain. Or at least somewhere to store photos so I can link them here.Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1080661926725627872004-03-30T10:45:00.004-05:002004-03-30T10:54:42.216-05:00Two shows I've never watched, but would sort of like to start watching, to see what the fuss was all about: My So-Called Life and Sex and the City. I think you can rent the season DVDs now, for each. Maybe I'll do that this weekend.
It's A's birthday today, so we're going over for dinner and to watch American Idol. Well, we know we won't actually WATCH AI. They'll talk through the whole thing, Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1080533410688015262004-03-28T21:55:00.000-05:002004-03-30T14:14:08.966-05:00Ow. My entire body is an aching mass. But I'll get to that later.
Games night sucked. Saturday, we went for dinner, and then to Indigo, and I bought two magazines and a book. Not the book I wanted though. The book I wanted was only available in hard cover. I hate hard cover. So I bought Speechless, by Yvonne Collins and Sandy Rideout.
Last night, or should I say this morning, Dad called. Drunk.Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1080334253921889992004-03-26T15:41:00.000-05:002004-03-29T12:44:13.496-05:00I've been blogging for a few months now, and haven't taken the time to describe myself. Despite my candor in my posts, I don't want to divulge too many specifics; however, a few tidbits can't hurt, I guess.
A little about me (I'll keep updating this):
I'm not quite 5'.
I'm of "average" build.
I'm a redhead.
I'm going to be 27 soon.
I love to read and listen to music (not at the same time though)Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1080328197055297832004-03-26T14:07:00.000-05:002004-03-26T14:13:24.560-05:00So I had McD's for lunch again. You can't expect me to start eating sensibly on a Friday. It's just not done.
Games tonight. Will the fighting continue, or will we finally put them in their place, i.e. "We're playing. If you don't want to play, don't play. Majority rules, from here on in. Suck it up."
Hm. Suck it up. I should practice what I preach. Uptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1080273784327110082004-03-25T22:46:00.000-05:002004-03-25T23:12:07.920-05:00Okay, so obviously, lately, I have two obsessions: My mother, and getting married. It's pretty amazing how huge an effect she's had on me. I don't mean in a "my mother made me who I am and I'm so glad" kind of way. I mean in a "damn her to hell for these emotional issues I struggle with every damn day of my life" kind of way. Don't worry, I'm well aware of the abandonment stuff, how it relates toUptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680830.post-1080255448280764122004-03-25T17:44:00.000-05:002004-03-25T18:04:03.013-05:00I had an epiphany earlier today. I know I've bitched a lot about my "mother" lately. A little more won't hurt.
I was thinking about getting married (I know, "Again???"), and contemplating whether or not I want children at the reception. (The answer is, of course, yes. I can't imagine a special day like that without kids.) Anyway, I remembered when I was little, my mom would say stuff like, "WellUptownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01824814919856648688noreply@blogger.com0