This week, I have heard from five people I haven’t talked to in months. I wonder if this part of the whole I’m-going-to-be-a-nicer-person thing I’ve got going on.
First there was my therapist, as detailed previously. Next was my ex-husband. Then it was the former coworker who called me yesterday. Today, I got a postcard from my former eyebrow girl: In big orange letters it says, “Where are you? I miss you!” Then, I got an e-mail from a guy I went out with about four times 18 months ago. I wasn’t even sure how long ago we dated, then I realized it was in Jan. 2005. Good Lord. It was a hey, how ya doing type of e-mail, but a man doesn’t send a girl that type of e-mail unless he wants to do more than catch up. He probably just got out of a relationship, looked through his virtual black book and came across my name. I barely remember anything about him.
I’m almost afraid to see who I’ll hear from next …
I saw a delightful play this evening. Very funny. I tend to get bored during plays, as I did tonight, but that’s more because I can’t sit still for two hours. We had drinks beforehand … two chocolate decadence martinis and an appetizer order of calamari, I’m out $37 w/ tip. Sigh.
I haven’t posted in a few days, so this is a catch-up post. You are now duly warned.
Last night, I watched a very charming movie with some friends — “Kinky Boots.” My friend Denise is known for selecting rather inappropriate films for the audience — she chose this film to watch with a group that was comprised of a homosexual, a saving-herself-for-marriage girl and me — but she did allright with this film. Highly recommended. I have no kinky boots, although I do have a pair of kinky heels — but they have been on a shelf in my closet for five months now, yet to be worn for any sort of reason other than me trying to take more than one step in them.
As a bonus last night, my friend’s roommate, who reports to the ex’s sister (me, the ex, his sister, my friend and his roommate all work for the same company, although not all in the same building, thank you God), had nothing but horrible, horrible things to say about her. She was my least favorite of the three sisters-in-law, and of course, I was clapping with glee. One of her big to-dos is that she does not allow any personal e-mail usage. She also goes on and on about “my brother this, my brother that.” I told the roommate to let it slip that her brother sent his ex-wife (aka moi) a nonessential personal e-mail on Thursday, and what did she think of that?
Speaking of the nonessential personal e-mail, I did indeed get a message from the ex. I didn’t want to open it, as for whatever reason, he put “FYI” in the subject line. Eventually, I opened it, and all it only contained a link to a news story that Keith Primeau, a former Detroit Red Wings and formerly my mother’s most favoritest hockey player ever, had retired due to a concussion he couldn’t heal from. Ok. Let me break this story down. (A) Like I don’t read the news. I do so obsessively, and even glance at the sports page, esp. when hockey stories are involved. (B) My mom used to yap about Primeau AT LEAST 5 years ago. At least. (C) The ex needs to get his own damn “in jokes” with Miss “Newsflash! He’s my man now.” and not focus on ones he shared with me. (D) Reminding me of something that was an in joke for us back in the day did not please me, because it made me uncomfortable — I mean, I thought about sending him an e-mail a few weeks ago b/c a comedian we both like has a new CD out and I found a really funny clip, but I didn’t. What would I have been trying to accomplish? We’re not friends, we’re more like acquaintances now, and I’m not trying to turn us back into friends, esp. when he has a girlfriend who seems to hate me much more than necessary. Much much more. Which only means that she is threatened by me, which makes me gleeful … but also more than a little bit angry, because Lord knows what she’s been told about me and I’m sure it’s nowhere near the truth, and I’m sure she’s a lovely girl, just not, as I pointed out, more than a lovely subsitute for me.
Anyways. Moving on. So I got a new phone Thursday night — I held out and I held out and I held out for the lowest price I could get and ended up with a hot pink Razr phone. Oh my. It’s so pretty. I love it. It’s pink, so pink, and it’s me, so me. No one called me yesterday during the day (although I was at work) and about all I did was send Ryan stupid pictures, because he had the gall to request a photo of me. I think he was hoping for a booby shot, but first I sent him one of my cat. Then I sent him a photo of a stupid stuffed animal I got at a work event. Finally, I had my coworker take my photo but that was even a “clean” picture lol. But anyways. I was driving to my friend’s house when my phone rang, scaring the bejesus out of me (ringtone: “Krafty” by New Order). It was a girl I worked with at my p-t job. We hadn’t talked in months. She lost her day job at the end of July, got married a few months ahead of schedule and is now adjusting to life with a man whose own life is too full to have room for her. It soon became clear that she really needed a friend and as part of my “I should be a nicer person” campaign, I decided to ask her if she wanted to meet next week for coffee or dinner or something. So we’re going to do that.
Ok. Finally. I have decided on a plot for my long-awaited romance novel debut and actually started writing this morning. Yes, I am a resounding 273 words into my epic. Is that too soon for a sex scene?????
I used to stop at this one gas station just about every day for coffee. There was a guy, Robbie, who worked there who was about my age and pretty cute. Sometimes he’d be my cashier, sometimes he wouldn’t. No biggie. Well, after a while, it dawned on Miss Monique that Robbie was flirting with her. He was cute, so I went along with it. This went on for a few months, during which time I split up with my ex and stopped wearing my wedding ring.
Jackpot.
As soon as the ring came off, the free coffee started flowing!
The first time he only charged me for my bagel, I pointed out that he didn’t charge me for the coffee. “Nah,” he said, looking around. “Don’t worry about it.” I smiled my orthodontically enhanced smile and went on my merry way. And then of course told everyone I worked with. From then on, I got my coffee free at least once a week. “My coffee tastes so good,” I’d say when I got to work, “Because it was FREE!”
Robbie started to get bolder, not charging me in front of other customers. As you can imagine, this did not please people. I’d be pissed off too, if some girl was getting her shit for free. But I cared not. Robbie was saving me a $1.50!
I went away on business for a week, and when I came back, Robbie wasn’t at the station. And he wasn’t at the station. And he wasn’t at the station. I never knew if he got fired — hell, I never knew if I was the only one gettin’ freebies — or if he quit or what happened. Eventually, a more convenient gas station was built, and now I only go to the other one on Sundays to get an asiago cheese bagel. Yum.
Fast forward to today … I went to get my eyebrows waxed. I’m once again seeing the girl who did my eyebrows a few years ago. I’ve been to her salon twice and each time there’s been a man working there. Not giving off the gay vibe, either, which struck me as odd. I thought he was cute, didn’t think anything of it. He was there again today, and as I was paying, I was about to tell him that he looked so familiar to me when it struck me — HE WAS ROBBIE FROM THE GAS STATION.
I nearly peed my pants. We looked at each other for a long second — he looked like he maybe knew who I was; if he didn’t I’m sure he was wondering why the crazy lady was staring — but I didn’t say anything other than normal chit-chat. I don’t know if –well, my hope is that he is married/dating one of the other salon owners and that’s why he works there. If I saw his left hand, I didn’t notice a ring. Anyway, I nearly burst out laughing after my realization, and was on the phone with one of my friends as soon as I was out the door. If I had a direct number for the eyebrow girl, I would have called her from my car to ask her if that guy’s name was Robbie. As it is, it will have to wait a few weeks. But still, it’s a hell of a coincidence!
And I still miss my free coffee. : (
I was watching “Dancing with the Stars” tonight when my phone rang. The number looked vaguely familiar, so I answered.
It was my THERAPIST.
I’m still not really sure why she called. When I ended the relationship, she suggested we start meeting again in the fall to go “deeper.” I definitely didn’t commit to anything, and I was even thinking the other day how nice it was to not have to explain every little thing in my life.
The conversation was very bizarre and caught me off guard. She pressed me for an answer, but I told her that I’d give it some thought this weekend and call her next week.
I already know what my answer will be …
| The PhillistineYou scored 50% Pride, 45% Envy, 55% Ambition, and 50% Deceitfulness! |
You are the Phillistine, a citizen of a nation that rivaled Israel. You inhabited the land of Canaan (i.e. the promised land) before the Israelites decided to roll through and claim the land for themselves. In many respects, you had much in common with the other settlers in the land of Canaan. You were a humble farmer, attempting to eke out a decent living in a harsh world. You had a great love for the land and the people around you. People in the community could always count on you for comfort or support. However, unlike the other settlers in this area, you were quite ambitious. So ambitious, that you wanted to defy the armies of God and challenge them for their claim to the promised land. You are not one to be deceptive, so you usually challenged the armies of God directly and made no effort to cover up your dislike for them. In the 21st century, you continue this pattern of behavior in your dealings with other people. There’s nothing wrong with ambition per se, but when ambition puts you in opposition to God, well then, that makes you a biblical villain.OTHER BIBLICAL VILLAINS
A Child of Israel
The Serpent
The Phillistine
Judas Iscariot
Jonah
The Demon
The Fallen Angel
The False Prophet
Goliath
Pharaoh
King Nebuchadnezzar
Caiaphas
King Saul
Cain
The Antichrist
Satan |
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My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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You scored higher than 44% on Pride |
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You scored higher than 63% on Envy |
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You scored higher than 57% on Ambition |
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You scored higher than 62% on Deceitfulness |
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To the fabulous Izzy!
The biatch didn’t even TELL ME it was her birthday on Wednesday — I had to freaking find out via MySpace — but I’ll let it slide.
This year. ; )
Happy birthday!!!!!!
It’s been an ok week so far. I’ve been in mood that has been steadily good, kind of unusual for me, as lame as that sounds. I called my cellular provider today and upgraded to a new phone, the delightful little hot pink Razr I have been coveting, for a mere $49.99. Quite the step up from my Motorola V188.
What else is new? I have a busy bee social life for the rest of the week, as I’m going to the art museum Thursday night for a free presentation on the opera Carmen; Friday night I’m watching “Kinky Boots” with a few friends; and Saturday night, I’m going to play downtown. I’m sure drinking will be involved as well. And bitching. My pal is a little down in the dumps so I’ll have to be bouyant enough for the both of us.
I also signed up for a few community ed classes today. First up is a two-week numerology class at the beginning of October. I shall be analyzing you all. Then at the beginning of November, a fellow pack-rat and I are taking a one-nighter about “controlling your clutter.” The class is 2 1/2 hours so I hope I can pay attention lol. Finally, I’m taking a two-week reflexology class. Yes, I shall be learning the fine art of foot massage. It’s a skill that I can add to my seduction arsenal. That’s right, baby, I’ll get you in the sack AND relieve your sinus headache at the same time! Who can resist that????
Any suggestions for new, good music?
Blatantly taken from With Sticks and Stones (a great political site, btw).
