that is my former life appeared today …
On my way out of my office building I ran into a woman with whom I used to go to church. She and I were in several leadership positions together. Although she can be incredibly overbearing, she does have a good heart, and I always liked her (for the most part). Anyway, even though we work in the same building, I haven’t seen her in probably a year. We chatted for a five minutes or so, and she apologized for not keeping in touch but admitted she couldn’t remember my “new” (maiden) name and, in fact, thought I was no longer working for the company.
She filled me in briefly on the ex — namely that he only shows up at church on holidays — and then proceeded to discreetly trash his family. She never was a big fan. She said something about people with “different viewpoints,” the gist being that I was not like them. Duh.
After she talked for a minute or so, she stopped, looked at me and said, “You look good. Really good.” Now I know most of you may have seen, at most, one or two photos of me, but for those few people who read this and knew me back in the day (Hi Gina! Hi Jennifer! Hi Chris!), you gotta admit I am far hotter now. Not that that’s saying much, as how attractive can you be when you’re miserable, but I’ve learned to work my sassy charms (and big boobs).
It was nice to see her. I know chances are slim that I’ll ever set foot in our church again, unless it’s for a funeral, and she knows that too. It hasn’t even been two years yet since the ex and I separated, but that life bears no relation to my life now. I can’t even remember who I was then, you know?
So I’m doing my part-time job again this week (and for the next four weeks), and I told myself that I wouldn’t turn on my PC when I got home. I left home about 5:45 a.m. to work out, then work, then work the second job, and it was 11 p.m. by the time I got home. Yet, here I am. Of course there was nothing earth-shattering in my e-mail, nothing that couldn’t wait until tomorrow, yet my pretty little laptop has an allure I can’t resist.
In other news, I am thinking about moving. I don’t want to, but my one-bedroom apartment is kind of pricey. But, it’s a good location, it’s safe, I have a washer and dryer in my unit and it’s 900 sqft — and it’s only 8 minutes from Ryan’s house, for those special nights. Wink. My lease is up in October so I have all summer to figure it out. Damn my spendthrift ways! Damn my inability to stick to a budget! Damn, damn, damn.
I haven’t mentioned Ryan too much lately — it just seems to weird now to write about him when I know he’s reading this. I had a funny little story from Friday night, but if I posted it he’d probably just get pissed off at me.
Oh, hell, why not? He is but one reader out of many. Wink.
So he came over Friday evening — in the middle of “Cold Case”! Sigh. — and we were hanging out and whatnot, and he fell asleep. In my bed. Now he’s spent the night before and it has been quite some time since I’ve had anything other than Virginia the teddy bear to snuggle up with, but before sawing logs, Ryan mentioned that he had a basketball game in the morning. 6:30 in the morning to be exact. Fuck that shit.
While he’s being all cute and cuddly, I’m in bed plotting how I can — nicely — suggest that perhaps he would be more comfortable at home. I remembered that all of the windows were open in the living room, and as I slipped out of bed, I touched his hand, which had the desired effect of scaring the shit out of him and thus waking him up. (Really, I did feel a bit bad. A bit.)
Ryan, punkin’, I do like it when you spend the night … just not when it involves an early-morning wake-up for me!
A radio station in the UK “banned” two songs by James Blunt.
I fucking hate him and his whiny-ass music.
Have you seen the video for “Beautiful”? He systematically undresses and arranges his belongings before jumping to his death in the ocean … all over some girl, because she’s beautiful and she’ll never be his, or something like that.
Jesus, man. Get a grip.
He even looks like an insufferable jackass.
Btw, looking at his picture has killed any desire for me to decide on a “crush of the week.” Ugh.
I saw Gidget’s cute little Gidget and Dark dolls and decided to make one for myself. The doll bears no realistic likeness to me whatsoever. Oh and the semi-drunken part? I was cleaning out the fridge and decided it was high time to throw out the bottle of Jose Cuervo pre-made margaritas … but I had to empty it first. Wink. Make your own doll here.
Oh, I’m watching a Melanie Griffith/Rachel Leigh Cook movie called “Tempo” and the alcohol sure isn’t helping me make sense of it all. But hell, it was a free rental from the library. Now I just have to sober up before my parents call tonight ha ha.
I stole this from Some Girl.
- I’m 31.
- I was born in Michigan.
- I now live in Indiana.
- My astrological sign is Libra.
- I have two cats.
- I graduated from Michigan State University.
- My BA is in Communication.
- I was accepted at a local school for another BA.
- But I haven’t registered for classes yet.
- I work for a large company.
- You’ve heard of it.
- I’m a registered Democrat.
- I think Bill Clinton is cute.
- I’m very opinionated.
- Especially about politics.
- I used to teach Sunday school.
- But I haven’t gone to church regularly in almost two years.
- My first crush was on the Fonz.
- I haven’t had a crush in a while.
- I hate hot weather.
- My dream job would be a travel agent.
- I cry at least once a week.
- I’m right-handed.
- My toenails are painted in Lighten Up, You’re Two Pence by OPI.
- I like to think of myself as rebellious, but I’m really not.
- I have never smoked a cigarette.
- Or done drugs.
- I can drink a bottle of wine easily.
- But I haven’t done that in a while.
- My favorite movie is “Moonstruck.”
- I feel hopeful when I watch it.
- I haven’t had a date in six weeks.
- That really doesn’t bother me.
- I subscribe to “Star” magazine.
- Actually my subscription ran out in April, but they keep sending me issues.
- I’m not going to pay for them!
- My car has leopard-print seat covers.
- I also have leopard shoes.
- I come across as sweet and nice, so the leopard serves as contrast.
- I have been in love once.
- It didn’t last.
- I told him I wanted out.
- My divorce was final in Feb. 2005.
- Sometimes I wear my engagement ring on my right hand when I’m at home. I like it.
- But I only got the “upgrade” because I was furious with me ex.
- I found out he spent a LOT of money on phone-sex calls.
- The main reason for the divorce, btw.
- I lost my virginity at 20 to my ex-husband.
- He never wanted sex as much as I did, so I stopped asking eventually.
- I had sex with someone else six weeks before the divorce was final. Is that cheating?
- I have been in therapy for two years.
- My last session is this week. I’m breaking up with her.
- I still am scared of making a commitment.
- And I’m not too keen on opening up either.
- I am a news junkie.
- Some days I don’t even turn on my TV.
- I like Harlequin “Blaze” books.
- I buy them through the mail.
- I’m too embarassed to buy them at the store.
- I have a website of erotic stories and poems.
- No, you can’t have the URL lol.
- I swear too much.
- It’s lazy.
- I gave it up for Lent one year but that didn’t last.
- My pastor even made fun of me.
- Then, as “punishment,” he made me read a passage from the Bible as part of the Maundy Thursday service.
- I had to say “cock” seven times.
- The pastor and my then-husband stood at the back of the church and laughed at me.
- Some old ladies at the church thought I was having an affair with the pastor.
- I really was just going to him for counseling.
- Well, I was counseling him too.
- And no, that’s not a euphemism lol.
- I can’t look skanky, even when I try really really hard.
- I have a pair of 5″ black heels.
- Of course I can’t walk in them.
- I haven’t worn them to bed yet though.
- I’d have sex every day if I could.
- But maybe that’s because I’m single.
- I like to be the center of attention.
- But I’m usually embarassed when I am.
- I think I’m pretty funny.
- I like to make up words and sayings.
- When my last bf and I would be kissing, I never could remember his name — but not because he was such a good kisser –
- I would have to run through a list of three or four names in my head before I got to his.
- I should have known that was a bad sign!
- My favorite song ever is “In Your Eyes” by Peter Gabriel.
- I also really really like “Night Moves” by Bob Seger.
- And “Slow” by Kylie Minogue.
- I collect items with sunflowers on them.
- One of my friends painted me a sunflower.
- My collection started with a sunflower my grandmother painted after my grandfather died.
- It’s a sad painting, but I like it because the emotion is real.
- For my birthday, I am going to get a small shamrock tattooed on my foot.
- I am Irish.
- Even if I marry again, I will keep my last name.
- Unless I marry someone with an Irish name — then I’d consider changing it to his.
- My first wedding was very small, in Las Vegas.
- I’ve considered whether my next husband should be a first-time groom. Would we get more gifts that way??
- My blog title comes from a song called “Running for Home” by Matthew Good.
- I listen to that song while I stretch after I work out.
My Devilish Side’s stay in Moniqueland is almost over … stop by and say “hi” if you haven’t done so!
Memorial Day weekend in Indiana means only one thing: The Indy 500.
Ugh.
I have lived in Indiana since 1998 and have never seen the race. I haven’t even been to the track. Hell, I couldn’t even tell you how to get to the track. (16th St., on the west side is about as good as it gets.) The only good thing about the race is that once it’s over, people will stop talking about it. It’s a month-long event here. Like, yesterday was Carb Day. It has something to do with carbuerators, not pasta, but that’s all I know. A has-been band usually plays. This year it was the B-52s. Need I say more?
When I lived in my old neighborhood, I used to enjoy walking around on race day because it exposed me to a peculiar Hoosier tradition: Entertaining in one’s garage. People will set up folding tables and chairs in their garages and sit and listen to the race (it’s not televised until it’s over). They eat, drink, socialize … all in their garage. In my neighborhood, some people painted the inside of their garage and decorated it, just like another room in their home. And these were attached garages too! I could understand if you had a detached garage and you wanted some place to go to get away from your wife or whatever, but in a brand new home? I just don’t get it. (Of course, their trashy asses parked in the street or in the driveway … heaven forbid they put their car where it’s supposed to go.)
I got on an e-mail list for a local nightclub. They were having “celebrity” night on Friday. Aside from Patrick Dempsey, the only other name I recognized was Luke Perry. Luke Perry! Is he still even a “celebrity”???
One year, my ex and I were offered free tickets to the race. I wanted to go and people watch and drink beer. He refused. I haven’t wanted to go since. I can sit at home, read and drink beer in air-conditioned comfort — which is exactly how I plan to spend my day.
| You Are a Seeker Soul |
You are on a quest for knowledge and life challenges.
You love to be curious and ask a ton of questions.
Since you know so much, you make for an interesting conversationalist.
Mentally alert, you can outwit almost anyone (and have fun doing it!).Very introspective, you can be silently critical of others.
And your quiet nature makes it difficult for people to get to know you.
You see yourself as a philosopher, and you take everything philosophically.
Your main talent is expressing and communicating ideas.
Souls you are most compatible with: Hunter Soul and Visionary Soul |
This man is considering a run for governor of my home state in 2010.
He’ll probably run on a platform involving bow hunting and underage girls.
Word to the Wise: Don’t forget to wash out the tub after using an oil-based body scrub.
Friday evening, in anticipation of some ak-shun, I took a bath. I have a delightfully scented tangerine sugar scrub, which I used before shaving my legs.
This morning, I damn near broke both my legs slipping and sliding around the tub on the residual scrub/oil combination. I was afraid to even lift my feet to wash them! And here’s the worst part — since it’s a holiday weekend, it would have been TUESDAY before anyone noticed something was wrong. Damn.
Scrubbing Bubbles is doing its magic now.
