…the way forward…

My boyfriend is having surgery. Not right now. Not today. Not immediately…but soon.

He’s been quite stoic about the whole thing really. Rattling off the procedures matter-of-factly, trying to assure me that I have nothing to worry about. But I worry, I do. I think it’s just instinctually something that you do when someone you care about has surgery.

I’m not the queen of doom and gloom.. I know it’s just a “minor” procedure so I’m not concerned that he “might not make it.” My concern is about his overall health in general. My concern is also tied to us. I mean, yeah, I knew I’d be taking a risk when I decided to get involved with an “older” man, and I am quite aware that all “older” men aren’t falling apart, but I’d be lying if I said that I hadn’t once thought, “I’m 24…and my boyfriend is falling apart! What am I doing here?”

What am I doing here? Honestly, if I knew I’d tell you. I can only guess that I’m here because this is where I’m supposed to be. I just didn’t imagine things happening exactly like this.

I had life all planned out. Well, at least this summer. We were supposed to be going to the World Series of Poker in Vegas this summer. We were supposed to be spending some wonderful weekends at the timeshare in Florida…We were supposed to be doing some interesting, different, spectacular things. Not to say that none of that will happen…it’s just funny how we pre-plan our lives and it seems that God has something different in store for us…and now I just feel as if I’m along for the ride.

I watch American Idol almost religiously. I am trying to figure out what is wrong with me. The performances tonight were lackluster…but then again, maybe it’s the fact that I am so WORN out with my new job that I can’t concentrate.

Anyway, the new job. I don’t believe I’ve blogged about it. I started about three weeks ago (we’re in week four of our nine week training)…and to say that I am overwhelmed would be an understatement. Truly, there is such a wealth of knowledge that they try to cram into nine weeks of training that I feel (already) as if my head is going to explode. However, I feel as if this job was an answer to prayer and that I am definitely here for a reason — and I hope that reason allows me to eventually move to Florida to be with my wonderful boyfriend. It’s always good to have long-term goals.

My short-term goals however, involve moving into this absolutely adorable one bedroom house apartment that I found. Let’s hope that I hear something positive from the landlord this week because I would LOVE to move in there. And I’m in the process of looking for another car though that’s secondary to the apartment because the new place is close enough that I could actually walk to work if necessary — and I’d be more than willing to do so just to get out of the horrible situation I am in with my current roommate. DIRTY PEOPLE ARE JUST NOT NICE.

I just felt I should try to update my blog more often than I have in the past, I’ve tried to make visits to everyone’s and perhaps post a comment but as I’m oftentimes too tired to even read words on a screen after work, forgive me for my absence. Hope everyone’s having a great week and have a happy HUMP day tomorrow.

Tonight, I went out with my friend Jay. Two years ago, I had a king-size crush on him which has now been reduced to a little drool falling off the chin when I look at him. He’s yummy looking and smart…’nuff said.

I hadn’t seen him in awhile due to my financial status and it was “my turn” to pay since we switch off everytime we hang out. The conversation is always engaging and we have a good time. Well — three weeks after the start of my new job, I just got paid. So I asked him out to dinner and/or a movie.

We had dinner at Ruby Tuesday…and then we went to see the Wes Craven remake, “The Hills Have Eyes.” For starters, I’m not easily scared. My favorite scary movie was Alfred Hitchcock’s “The Birds.” I’m scared by potential real-life scenarios…not fantasy bullsh*t. But this time I was drawn in…compelled…to a crazy story line. And now — I’m jittery. Not scared. But just unable to freaking go to sleep because I’m amped…hyper….jittery….yeah, that’s me. And it’s all over a stupid movie that was a REMAKE yet managed to take me by surprise.

So I informed my friend Jay of the dating “rules.” Well, it’s only just one rule and it applies to tonight.

1. If you’re going to take a girl to a scary movie, you need to at least be as kind to allow her to hide her face in your chest or hold her when she jumps at a “scary” part.

We’re not even dating…but darn it, it’s a RULE!

It’s March Madness…and as always, I’m EXCITED. I love basketball and I love entering office pools with my brackets. YAY ME!!!

But it is with great sadness that I add this, Coach Chaney of Temple University has resigned. I think only fuggo will know how incredibly sad I am about this.

On the upside, I am going to some tourney games this weekend — I might just be in Philadelphia, but if not, I’m catching a game here locally.

Ahhh…March Madness….I love it all too much!

I realize that I’m going to run the risk of sounding like a guy, but, seriously, what the hell do women do in the bathroom for so long?

I’m not talking about the bathroom in general, I’m talking about the stall itself. And I know that some duties take longer than others, but I’m referring to just the old-fashioned pee.

I’ve realized that I’m the fastest woman in the office.

I’ll go in with three of my co-workers on a break…we all just go pee (cuz I can hear the tinkle.) Yet, somehow, I’m out of the stall (looking appropriate) and almost completely done washing my hands before they are even out of the stall themselves. I mean, is underwear really that complicated?

I realize that my expediency may be related to my short term in the military where I was forced to do most things under 1 minute and 30 seconds…but I’m just trying to figure it all out. If there’s anyone that can help, let me know.

If there was no one else watching the Oscar’s tonight, I’m still wondering how this happened.

And the winner for Best Music (Song) was “It’s Hard Out Here For A Pimp” by Jordan Houston, Cedric Coleman and Paul Beauregard better known as Three Six Mafia.

Now I totally loved the movie Hustle and Flow and I even have the soundtrack…but seeing this song performed AT the Oscar’s completely took my breath away. In that, I can’t believe what I’m seeing way.

They were totally excited to receive the Oscar…mumbling unintelligble things that only people from the dirrty south could possibly tranlate, thanking everyone from their “mama” to Jesus.

I believe Jon Stewart said it best…”You see how excited they were? That’s how everyone should be!!”

And quite honestly, if you missed it — you missed out. When’s the next time that a rap song is actually going to be nominated, let alone win an Oscar?

Yep. It’s official. My mother (now known as Stella) has a boyfriend. They are not ‘just’ dating.

Um yeah.

And they are so cute it’s virtually sickening.

He came over to the house last night. (My mom & grandparent’s house…I’m an only child and I spend way too much time over here anyway). He stayed for about an hour just chatting with my mother and my grandma before they decided to finally go out to dinner. A couple hours later, Stella comes back home and within fifteen minutes of him dropping her off, he calls. Stella talks on the phone for about 2 more hours.

Please tell me, dear God, when will this end?!?!

Is this some kind of punishment from when I was a teenager and tied up the phone lines for hours talking to my boyfriends? Does anyone know how slightly disturbing it is to hear my mother giggle like a schoolgirl on the phone? Seriously, do I sound like that when I talk to my boyfriend? I mean, I’m just wondering.

So I struggled over this past week to get my last paycheck from my former boss. After a heated conversation today, he told me that I’m going to be able to retrieve it ‘after-hours’ from the mailbox tomorrow.

We shall see.

So I’ve been out of sorts lately. Trying to regain some of the calm that I had when I first left Phoenix. The weather was absolutely beautiful.

I spent most of my days driving around, as the friend I was there visiting had to work and run some errands occasionally through the day…and I got really lost on most occasions.

It’s really sad when you judge whether or not you’re still in “civilization” by asking yourself how far it has been since the last Starbucks. (Truly, one cannot wander around aimlessly without being properly caffeinated.) At one point, I was so lost (though I knew I was definitely close to home), I called my mother and made her Mapquest directions back to the house since I was running out of patience and my caffeine was rather low. And I did have a map on me, unfortunately, it only listed 31st Ave, and not 31st St. or 31st Lane which is where I was stuck. Literally, I was only about 3 blocks away from the house…but STILL.

I should have more stories….something more interesting to post…but perhaps maybe after I start my new job on Monday.

Which, oh…the very nice woman who interviewed me and who I thought was totally awesome, is actually going to be my team leader. (I’m working in a call center type environment…) I am officially STOKED!