...hey Chicago, what do you say? The Cubs are going to win today...
I don’t write much anymore. I think it’s because all of the things flowing through my mind right now, are just not blog appropriate. They are things that only my closest friends should know — and quite honestly, only 2 of them even bother with my blog. So I’ve taken to writing emails, and when I become less emotional. I’ll be back.
Can’t say when that will be. But it’ll be soon — hopefully.
One day, I’ll be all caught up.
I’ll have a chance to read everyone’s blogs that I’ve been neglecting for the past month (or more).
I’ll be able to finally respond to some emails that are long overdue.
I’ll be able to relax and not worry about whether or not I’ve properly memorized some accounting formula.
I’ll be able to wake up and just go to class without having to get up early to study and finish last minute homework.
The end of classes is November 15th and I go on vacation with the boyfriend to Florida on the 28th.
That one day will be soon. I’ll blog again later.
So I’m watching The Early Show this morning because I was at the dentist office. In reality, that’s the only reason I’ve ever seen the early show because I’m a Sportscenter type of girl.
One of the questions of the day was whether or not a woman should ask a guy out or pay for dinner on the first dates. The interview a few people on the street and the results are varied. Some women say definitely ask a guy out, some say no, that it takes away from the tradition of courtship. Personally, I don’t think it matters at all.
They brought on a “matchmaker” who adamantly stated, “absolutely not!” That women asking a man out and paying for dinner during the first few dates (i.e. before you guys become a couple) emasculates the man. Which to a certain degree, I can understand her point.
Of course, if I had never asked J to just go to Friday’s for drinks to just hang out he would’ve continued to think I didn’t like him. Apparently, I’m not as good at flirting as I think I am, and even with us sharing a lot of friends, I was not about to go the route of telling a mutual friend that I liked him and hoping they’d “drop the hint.” He did pick up the check that night, which in a sense, led me to believe that he was interested. I guess he was because he asked me out again two nights later.
In the past, if I had a date with a guy that I wasn’t really into, I would pick up the check. Maybe that’s wrong, but it was a “thank you, please go away” gesture. That way when I told him I didn’t want to see him again, he didn’t feel like I owed him something.
But this matchmaker, kept insisting that women should not even ask men out. Which made me realize why perhaps she was still single and there are so many “unhappy” singles out there. Asking a guy out doesn’t mean a woman has to pay for dinner, though its always nice to come with your own funds because you don’t know if the guy is going to be a crazy a**hole, “forget” his wallet, or anything else.
Oddly enough, the matchmaker herself was single. Probably because she’s still waiting on that guy she’s had her eye on for eternity to ask her out.
It’s been busy around here. Learning a new job. School is starting in a few days. And well, with the new boyfriend and all, I haven’t really had much time to write. Which I guess is a good thing because I haven’t really had much to say anyway.
DJ Diva tagged me a while back (so sorry) and well, I started writing a post in response to that, but just never finished. But today, when I checked my MySpace, I saw a bulletin that she had posted — and I decided to use that instead.
— 10 years ago —
1) How old were you?: 15
2) Where did you work?: I was in school…a Sophomore in high school.
3) Where did you live? Dayton, Ohio
4.) Where did you hang out? With my friend Mariah at various house parties…she could drive and had a car, and I did not.
5.) Did you wear glasses? Nope.
6.) Who was your best friend?Andrea
7.) How many tattoos did you have? My momma wouldn’t have allowed it!
8.) How many piercings did you have?0
9) What car did you drive?: Nothing yet
10.) Had you been to a real party? Of course!
11.) Had You had your heart broken? Not yet…I still thought boys were pretty icky.
———–5 years ago———–
1.) How old were you? 20
2.) Where did you work? A car dealership
3.) Where did you live? Dayton, Ohio….still
4.) Where did you hang out? Tuty’s Inn which was actually a bar
5.) Did you wear glasses? Nope
6.) Who was your best friend?: Sadly, I don’t think I had one…
7.) How many tattoos did you have? 0
8.) What car did you drive?: Audi 5000 Quattro
9.) Had You had your heart broken? Not yet, but it was coming…
10.) Taken/Single/Married/Divorced?: Engaged…such a mistake.
—————-2 years ago——————-
1.) How old were you?: 23
2.) Where did you work? An attorney’s office
3.) Where did you live?: Same freaking hell hole as before…
4.) Where did you hang out?: Anywhere that served up alcohol and my favorite dance club, Pearl.
5.) Did you wear glasses?: Nope.
6.) Who was your best friend? Amanda
7.) How many tattoos did you have?: 0
8.) How many piercings did you have? 1 - my belly button.
9.) What car did you drive?: A Chevy Cavalier
10.) Had your heart broken?: Wouldn’t let the men get too close to me.
11.) Were you Single/Taken/Married/Divorce?: Taken — but with 1000 miles in between us.
——————–Today——————–
1.) How old are you?: 25
2.) Where do you work? A bank — in the fraud detection area
3.) Where do you live.? Same sh*tty city, different day.
4.) Do you wear glasses? Nope.
5.) Where do you hang out? At the house with my boyfriend.
6.) Do you talk to your old friends?: Most definitely…
7.) How many piercings do you have? Still just my belly button…
8.) How many tattoos?: 0
9.) Has your heart been broken?: Not since the last time…
10.) Are you Single/Taken/Married/Divorce? Taken — and this time, for good.
So many things have been going on lately, that I had to update my about me page. *gasp* but I’m happy, life is definitely great.
I hadn’t been blogging much because I was taking time off from d*mn near everything. I hated my job and was starting to focus on a career search. I was unhappy in my long-term long distance relationship, so I had to let that go. And then of course, there were a few friends that weren’t exactly supportive of the changes I was making in my life, so I had to let them go to.
The past few months have been challenging but successful. I found a new job within the same company and I start that position on Monday, August 6th. It included a pay raise which was exactly what I needed even though I didn’t really request it. Makes the budget much more manageable.
I’ve been doing well with training and still continuing to lose weight and LOVING the changes that my body is going through. Still wishing that of the almost 20 lbs lost, that I’d lose a little bit of my boobs. Just a little. A cup size would be nice — but that has yet to happen. Unexpectedly, my weight loss has caused a lot of tension between a couple of friends I had. Instead of being supportive, they’re constantly questioning my motive behind it. I was quite comfortable at the size I was. Trust me, I’m not huge. I just wanted to tone up a bit and needed a goal. A fitness competition was perfect for me. And the lifestyle changes I’ve made have already been reward enough.
And lastly, out of the blue, I met a wonderful guy. In fact, I’ve known him for quite some time and really just didn’t say much to him except “hi” and “bye.” I thought ht was attractive, but was too bogged down in my existing relationship crap to even really look at him clearly. It was just on a random night when I asked him to go out as friends that I realized there was something more there. We’ve been inseperable ever since.
Life is good…very good.
I’m sitting in the airport taking advantage of the wi-fi (what did we do in airports before wi-fi?) and people watching as usual. I’m on my way to Chicago to see my best friend Christy and as I look down at my oh-so-cute Kenneth Cole sandals that I got on sale yesterday for an amazing $10, I realize that I’ve become one of them. The girls I used to make fun. I’ve come to the airport cute as hell for no apparent reason.
It’s not my boyfriend that’s meeting me on the end of my long trek. God knows that when I used to fly to see Mr. Man, I oftentimes looked like sh*t after getting off the plane. I just didn’t see the reason to get all gussied up to sit next to some big fat smelly guy. And for some reason, today I’ve started off with the idea that I’m going to be hot and sexy all weekend — starting with RIGHT now.
Sometimes I can be such a fool.
Well, Chicago is going to be amazing as I get to see a Cubs game and of course, we’re bar-hopping like made and then going to a concert on Saturday evening.
Hope everyone else’s weekend is just as fun as mine.
(I’ll post pictures when I return.)
I’d like to say that because I’ve been working out like a crazy girl I’ve been unable to write anything. Unfortunately, that’s not quite the truth. I’ve been working out, and sticking to my mostly BLAND diet…and to date, I’ve lost 13 lbs. I feel great and many of my pants just kind of hang there.
Unfortunately, many of my pants just hang there and it’s not really in the budget to buy new as I’m off to Chicago next week to visit one of my best friends, Christy. We have tickets to the Cubs game on Friday and we have tickets to the Steve Miller Band concert on Saturday night. And in between that, we’re drinking and dancing and being a couple of ridiculous fools at the bars and out on the beach. I’m-oh-so-excited!
Next week — it’s a strict diet for me…it’s hard to eat healthy while away, but I will try.
I’m doing something BIG. Important. And it’s going to be hot.
I have just signed up to do my first Fitness competition next year. It’s late March. And that means I have less than a year to get it together, but my personal trainer has assured me that it’s doable. (She’s also training to do a “comeback” bodybuilding competition.)
I’m scared. I’m nervous. Yet, I’m motivated. I’ll be keeping my blog updated with pictures and such…that should at least keep me accountable. Yes!
(If you have no idea what Fitness competitions are — here’s a link to the website of one of my hero’s and the most incredible woman on the planet — www.fitnessunarmed.com)
Dear friend:
Just in case you were unaware….I am not your b*tch. I am also not your storage facility or your post office box.
Please stop having your mail sent to my house. Since you are the one who wants to attend a new college, have those things sent to YOUR address. Please pick up your belongings that have been taking up space in my closet for almost a year.
I am sorry that the items you need to pick up weigh over 75 lbs and you cannot lift it yourself. I went to the store and picked it up, carried it up a flight of stairs and stored it in my closet. It is YOUR responsibility to get it home.
Just because I own an SUV does not mean I will help you move. You’re not paying me and I only volunteer at homeless shelters and hospitals now.
Don’t act surprised when you haven’t seen me for awhile or when I state that I don’t want to be bothered. The truth is that I just don’t feel like being used today.
Don’t get mad when I tell you that I can’t be home for you to pick up your stuff today. No matter how badly I want it out of my house, I’m not going to disrupt my schedule for you. You want it now? You’re just going to have to wait. You were supposed to be pick it up 7 months ago. You’re lucky it’s not just out on the street.
Sincerely,
UB
Memorial Day affects me in a different way every year. This year, with a few of my friends overseas serving in the military, I decided to spend this Memorial Day low-key. In other words, I did nothing — absolutely nothing.
And it was good for me. I spent some time reflecting. Tried not to watch any television shows that might have started playing the Star Spangled Banner because being an ex-military girl — it brings me to tears every time.
I tried to hook up with my friend to go see Pirates of the Carribean, but he was delayed due to having put together his car again. (That’s what I get for being friends with racers.) It’s alright because we’re going to lunch on Thursday.
So I hope everyone had a great extended weekend…I definitely enjoyed mine. 
