My whirlwind trip to/from Michigan with Miss Sodapop and her girls is ovah. Here’s a recap.
Thursday
Yay, the Red Wings kicked the Dallas Stars’ asses! Miss Sodapop, Josie and Chloe arrived during the game. While we were eating chili dip, Josie hopped up on the couch, with a hairball covered in cat yak that she had found somewhere. Sufficiently disgusted, dinner was over.
Friday
After a sleepless night, thanks to the effervescent Chloe (she ran from the living room, where Sodapop was “sleeping” to the bedroom where I was “sleeping” CONSTANTLY. Good thing she’s adorable), we crabbily hit the road. An on-the-go breakfast from Panera did wonders. We made it to MI about 3:30 p.m. and soon were on our way to dinner at the yummalicious Chinese place and then on to IKEA.
We also drove up and down a street about a mile from my parents’ house, because the guy that does their house painting said that the Red Wings goalie bought a Victorian that was purple. Well, there are about 5 houses with some purple on them … and come to find out, my dad thought it was closer to one street, where there are no Victorians at all. So the stalking trip was fruitless but fun.
That night, I think Sodapop and I went to bed about 10 p.m. TIRED! And thanks to many walks that day, Chloe and Josie slept too! Yay! Sodapop remarked that she really liked my parents. I told her they were being especially nice to each other because she was there. LOL
Saturday
After some running around in the a.m., Sodapop and I went over to my friend Jennifer’s house and then it was on to Comerica Park (I still want to call it Tiger Stadium). We got a sweet parking place, only a block from the stadium. That was good because the long walk was still to come — about 5 1/2 flights in all up to our seats. That fucking sucked. Four flights up to the 300 level then another flight and a half to our row. Bite me, Comerica Park! Our seats were a bit higher up than anticipated (four rows from the very top) and directly in the sun. Despite putting on sunscreen, we all ended up with light sunburns. The people around us were more entertaining than the game (at least for Jen and me) and there were some yummy, albeit married, men in front of us. I ate a kielbasa and some peanuts, drank a beer and two bottles of water, and did not argue when Sodapop was ready to leave in the sixth inning.
If you have ever been to downtown Detroit, you know that going home is never the same is getting there. Getting there is a breeze. Going home is FUCKED UP. Construction did not help matters. We ended up switching expressways about 5 times and drove through the ghetto (my dad called it the ghetto-lite, I guess that wasn’t even the really bad part of the city) before Jen cut across four lanes of traffic to get on 94W so we could get the fuck back to the suburbs.
The fresh air was exhausting, and after leftover Chinese food and brownies, we watched 2 periods of the Wings game (they fucking KICKED ASS again), an awesome Sci-Fi Channel movie with Ian Ziering as Hernando Cortes then went to bed. Despite going on many walks, Chloe was NOT tired. Ugh. Her jingling-jangling jumpiness kept waking me up. Good thing she’s cute.
Sunday
My mom wanted to go out for breakfast so we went to a family-owned place nearby. It was crowded and we had to wait forever, but the pancakes I had were fucking amazing. They even came with a pitcher of melted butter! OMG. Sodapop licked her plate clean while I was a lady and left some of my breakfast untouched. ;-D
The drive home was a bitch. It fucking poured for about 120 miles and then rained pretty much the rest of the way (290 miles in all). We got back to my place about 3:30; transferred stuff to my car to hers; then Miss Sodapop hit the road back to the Ville and I hit the hay for a nap.
Wheeee … what a whirlwind trip. I’m pooped. Sodapop took 177 pictures. I’m sure she’ll post some of them on her site …
Last night I worked on school-related stuff until 10 p.m. Blech. I just now finished watching my 5th and final lecture for this week. I also wrote a discussion posting that was due today and read through the marketing research for our online simulation and crunched some numbers for that. I have another conference call tonight at 8:30, and I still have to start in on my book (60 pages to read). Le sigh.
This afternoon I ended up emailing Jason back. He replied immediately, as usual. More hockey discussions, of course, then I mentioned I got fried dill pickle chips for lunch (coincidentally from the same restaurant we went to on our first date lol). Maybe 3 or 4 emails went back and forth, that’s it. I told my coworker Mary that if I felt cuter today I would have gone to his work, marched in and called him out on his hockey bullshit.
Last night I re-read my blog posts from last June and July. One of the posts contained his explanatory email. I don’t think he meant to be a total douche, just like I didn’t mean to scream every obscenity that I know at him lol (ok I meant that at the time), but it was still a disaster. Dizz-ass-ter. So I don’t know. I don’t really foresee these chit-chats going anywhere. I don’t even know if there would still be a spark there. We took so much time and energy from each other, it was this constant whirlwind of activity, all revolving around each other. I really didn’t do anything other than spend time with him or text him when we were apart.
Regardless, I’m not feeling like I want to stick my neck out there for anyone right now, at least any man. Today a coworker asked me about MM and was shocked that I hadn’t talked to him in more than a week. I was just kind of indignant, you know, like how can he ignore me? ME! And really, the reason why I haven’t called him out on his bullshit is that I don’t want to hear the reason why. I don’t want to hear that it’s because of me; I’d rather just keep on thinking that he’s a douche. I still hear Mark’s words in my head and that break up was more than 2 years ago — he told me that I was everything he should be attracted to, but he just wasn’t. Yeah, thanks, big guy. I believe he reiterated that a few times too. The honesty was much appreciated. Not.
I’ve had this song in my head all day. Please do enjoy the great Don’t Stop Believing …
I did my civic duty and cast my vote today for Obama. I was kinda pissy because they didn’t have any “I Voted!” stickers. WTF? Being a show-off and all obnoxious about having voted is one of the best parts about voting! Pffft.
This morning I got into the elevator with this young man who asked how my day was, in a very cheery voice. I said, fine, and asked how his was. Then he told me his name was William. Oookay. I said, “Hi, William. I’m Monique.” (All of this happened between the 1st and 3rd floors.) After William exited the elevator I turned to the guy who had gotten in on the 2nd floor (coincidentally the guy who threw his keys at me) and said, “His name is William. He introduced himself to me.” We then proceeded to make fun of poor William. Key-throwing guy’s suggestion was to ask William, the next time I saw him, if he had that report done. LOL Yes, key-throwing guy and I are both doing our part to remain civil. Nothing else has been thrown.
Today I signed into my Match.com account and saw that a pop-up I had never seen before. It said that [the motherfucker] wanted to IM with me. I was like, WTF? and of course, because this involved the motherfucker, I panicked and closed out of Match. LOL Later on I emailed him, curiosity aroused, and basically said, “What was that about?”
Get this: He wanted to talk about hockey! Fuck me. He emailed back, “I was going to say ‘Go Wings!’” OMFG. We e-mailed a few times and I didn’t reply to his last one. Motherfucking bite me, ya know? I was like, come ON, I am not the only person in the world to fucking discuss hockey with!
Of course, everyone I told basically wanted to slap me for even CONSIDERING talking to him, let alone actually doing it. Sodapop and Laci (and maybe even Lucy) all chimed in, and at the office, Chris said, “And what makes you think he isn’t going to be a jerk this time?” to which I maturely replied, “I KNOOOOOOW!” while spinning in my desk chair.
Le sigh.
Sodapop told me I should tell him to leave me the fuck alone. But I can’t. No, I won’t. There’s a difference. I won’t tell him to leave me alone because I don’t want to.
The primary election is tomorrow and I’m still not sure who I’m going to vote for. My mind seems to change roughly every 12 hours. Who knows who I’ll end up voting for, I guess whoever sounds like a good idea tomorrow morning.
Go congratulate Miss Sodapop, since she got a job offer today! Yay!
I am feeling VERY antsy today and I’m not sure why. My homework assignment is 3/4 of the way done. It is a bit easier than I thought although it took me a good 10 minutes of thinking time to wrap my head around some of the concepts I had to explain. It finally became (kind of) clear to me, which made me feel good. My brain hasn’t totally turned to mush because of my steady diet of reality TV and romance books.
This week is a busy one for me. I’m working from home tomorrow, to rewrite my course based on feedback from my teammates. Then either Tuesday or Wednesday evening I’m going to visit my coworker D, who just had gastric bypass, then Thursday Miss Sodapop and the girls will be driving up here so we can leave Friday a.m. for Michigan. Saturday is the Tigers game (although Miss Sodapop continues to refer to it as the Yankees game lol). I’m hoping for free food from the parents (Chinese is on the agenda for Friday) and, of course, gas money!
This is the only weekend out of four that I’m going to be home and/or without company. So, knowing my need for “me time,” I decided I better take advantage of it. Last night I met two colleagues for dinner (and to dish about our colleague that got the boot) and, once I got home, didn’t leave my apartment for 24 hours LOL. I slept in, did some stuff for school, took a nap, finally took the trash out and went to Wal-mart, and now I’m watching a Danielle Steele movie with Melissa Gilbert. ‘Cause my life fucking rocks.
I finally seem to be over my mood, thank God. I sent my mom an e-mail yesterday with the subject line “IRRITATED!” Her advice, which I would have thought of had my temper not gotten the best of me, was that yelling really doesn’t help matters, that I should save my energy, and if MM asks me out again and I want to go out, go, otherwise, don’t.
See, if you hadn’t noticed, I tend to have a bit of a temper. Yesterday my friend Jennifer asked if MM had seen the “wrath of Monique” yet. Yes, my temper has a name. LOL I soooooo wanted to call him out and just let him have it, but something stopped me. I mean, yeah, he’s an ass, but what good is that going to do me? Better to move on …but we’ll see how long this Zen attitude of mine lasts. LOL
What am I over? What am I NOT over??? My crabbaliciousness just keeps on coming … it’s Friday and I’m *still* in a mood.
I am ready to have it out with MM but he’s not online at work. Well, he could be and just blocked me, although I don’t know why he’d do that considering I haven’t IM’d him in days. So now I’m contemplating either a shitty email or just letting it go … but then it would fester inside me and make me not cute. Le sigh. I HATE DATING!
My evil nemesis coworker was severed today. YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY! Apparently she OFFERED to be severed. WTF? Why would you even do that? Whatev. Her position is being eliminated, along with another one, and a new position was created. This new position sounds an awful like my old position, before the evil nemesis coworker managed to give away half her work. It will be posted internally on Monday; if the pay grade is higher than mine, I will be flying down to HR to complain. Oh yes I will. Oh, and we have to put up with the evil nemesis coworker for another week. How awkward is that? Whatev.
Remember my friend who dissed me when we were supposed to go to the roller derby? I haven’t talked to her since because, frankly, I am just out of energy when it comes to her husband and children issues. It’s been the same shit for year, either leave the bastard or STFU, ya know? Well, yesterday she emailed me and I didn’t reply. So this morning she emailed me again … “Hello??? Are you working this week???” WTF? I don’t reply to email and she freaks out? Fuck that shit. SO NOT IN THE MOOD.
The fucking mini marathon is tomorrow so I will be basically trapped inside my apartment. Great. So not only am I inconvenienced, I’m also reminded as to how out of shape I am. Awesome!
I think I’m going to drink tonight. Sweet Jesus, I need some Bacardi. Like, now.
That pretty muchs sums up my mood. I overslept, woke up at 8:39 a.m., realized I had a motherfucking pounding headache when I tried to move, popped 2 excedrin migraine pills and went back to sleep. I got to work about 11:30, I think. After drinking a Coke and eating a chili cheese burrito from Taco Bell (they help, somehow), I felt somewhat decent although I was totally spaced out for most of the day.
If work e-mail or IM hadn’t been my only possible means of communication, I would have gone on the warpath with MM today. I haven’t heard from him since he motherfucking canceled our date Tuesday night. Funny that I used the word “motherfucking” in that last sentence because that would have been one of the main words used in my conversation with him; “cocksucker” was another. Why? Does he suck cocks? I don’t know. I just like the sound of it.
He is just a motherfucking cocksucking clueless bastard. Srsly. Work is one thing, I know it sometimes gets in the way, but it is this goddamned un-haunted house that irritates the shit out of me. It’s not even cool! Or spooky! Or remotely frightening in any way, shape or form! Yet he’s pouring a fuckton of $$ into it every month, money that could be spent on ME.
Here’s the sad thing: I can’t even fucking find anyone on match.com that interests me. UGH. It’s the same old, same old … and if they’re interesting, I’ve dated them already!
To top it off, there’s some sort of shit going on at work and I DON’T KNOW WHAT IT IS.
I need a drink. Or to get laid. Or both. At the same time.
First of all, go congratulations Mr. Yoshi on becoming an American citizen today! That’s right, he now knows more about our country than most born Americans probably do!
Thennnnnnn … Miss Sodapop and I are now famous, thanks to Mr. Fab, who turned us into LOL Bloggerz. Wheeeee! He used a picture from my 32nd birthday … I guess I should have listened to the warnings about crap on the internet coming back to haunt you!
I had a good workout tonight … evil trainer girl commented at the end that I chatted all the way through when I usually clam up due to exhaustion. We did drop sets today …. starting with a really heavy weight until I couldn’t do anymore, then stepping down a bit, usually 4 sets per exercise. Gah! That sucked but I gotta tell you, those lower weighs felt like a fucking walk in the park!!!
