My friend D. came back to work today after a week’s vacation. She spent her time working 8-9 hours a day in her yard. She mentioned she had been feeling short of breath and had indigestion pretty bad. Before I could yell at her, she said she had a doctor’s appointment in the morning.
After work, she called me. “Hey, what are you doing?” “Just driving back from the library. What’s up?” “Umm … could you take me to the doctor?” OMG. I am surprisingly good in a crisis. I told her I would be there in 10 minutes and asked if she needed an ambulance. She said no, but I almost called one. When I got to her, she looked better than I expected. I yapped all the way to the hospital and dropped her off at the cardiac ER.
I stayed with her for about 3 hours. Fortunately it doesn’t seem to be her heart. Unfortunately, it is most likely her gallbladder. When I left, they were waiting for confirmation of a bed at the main hospital. The doctor was pretty confident the surgery would be tomorrow; I started laughing when he asked me if D. had a favorite surgeon while she was off getting a CT scan.
In other news, I called the asshat last night. He still hasn’t called me back. What was I expecting?! Christ. There’s a new prospect; he was e-mailing me on match.com today. We’ll see. I’m meeting speed-dating guy next Wednesday for dinner. I think I’ll spend the weekend being lazy and maybe getting a pedicure and reading a trashy book or two …
- I spent $17 on self-tanning products at Tarjay today … I will either look luscious or like a chestnut in the morning.
- I need to start exercising again. It’s been like two weeks.
- I can’t make up my mind about moving. I want to have my cake and eat it too.
- I feel like crap when I eat junk food.
- After all my social interaction last week, I don’t even feel like going out and going to Blockbuster tonight.
- Scott #1 looked at my match.com profile today. Jackass.
- I think I’d spend a lot less time thinking about my life if I just got laid.
It was a looong drive back to Indiana today. I got home a little after 3, then proceeded to take a 90-minute nap. I had to go to the Weight Watchers by the mall to weigh in and it took nearly an hour round-trip, just in traffic, to go about 20 miles total. Yay. And then I gained 0.2 lbs. I suppose that’s not too awful, considering the beer, the cheesy bread, the mozzarella sticks, the french fries …
I am so not into going to work tomorrow but at least it will be a three-day week for me. I have 2 1/2 days of “team” meetings next week. I can’t wait for the forced interaction with Ms. Forced Prayer. Actually, it’s going to be horrible. I’d rather just avoid her for the rest of my career.
Sunday night, I stayed up until 2 a.m. watching this crazy show, Man vs. Wild. This guy is dropped off in the middle of nowhere and has to find civilization with no supplies. In one episode, he was in Kenya. It was fucking crazy. He had no water so he extracted and drank the liquid from ELEPHANT SHIT. It was one of the most disgusting things I’ve ever seen. Blech.
I just spent two hours watching Miss Universe with my mummy. We both liked Miss Tanzania, because she was bald and we wanted to see how the crown would be attached to her head, but alas, she didn’t make it to the top 5. Miss Japan, our second favorite, won. Oops, was that a spoiler? LOL Miss USA fell during the evening-gown competition. Hee hee.
The speed-dating guy (PhD student) wants to get together this week. I really don’t remember much except that he wasn’t physically repulsive and he watches hockey. I will give the Asshat a buzz either tomorrow or Wednesday night. He seemed to want to go out again. This is his chance to impress me. My friend Jen called me out last night on my ambivalence re: Asshat. I prefer to call it being cautious. Next date definitely will not involve sitting on my couch. At least that won’t be the main focus of the date. His couch either.
I’m driving back home tomorrow. I miss my bed. This futon is not very comfy and my room is really hot tonight. The workmen may or may not be here in the morning. Greaat. I don’t think I mentioned that the bath my brother and I share is completely unusable. There is a window, an uninstalled bathtub, a light switch and insulation, and that’s it. I have to wash my face and brush my teeth in the downstairs half-bath. I also have to go down there to pee if my mom already is in bed. It’s fabulous.
Hope y’all had a good Memorial Day, especially the veterans. Or heroes and sheroes as the local news guy called them. Asshole.
Despite my preventative efforts, I was hung over today. My usual remedy is a sausage biscuit and hash browns from McDonalds. But, I couldn’t come up with a reason to sneak out of the house to get one, given that my mom is already on my ass about Weight Watchers (she’s a fucking WW freak this week). So I suffered, feeling blech all morning. I took a couple of excedrin for my head but that didn’t really help. It wasn’t until about 5:30 p.m. when I ate some garlic bread that I started to feel better. Yay carbs. My parents never caught on to the hangover, at least they didn’t say anything. I didn’t mention the girl my brother met up with at the bar, he didn’t mention I was slamming shots of tequila. We are a united front.
I forgot to mention last night that my dad was waiting up for me and my brother last night. LOL How fucking awesome is that? I am 32, my brother is 25 and our dad was waiting up for us.
of tequila = whee!
My brother says I’m drunk. I beg to differ. Well, maybe. But whatever. The beers were spread over about 3 hours and the two tequila shots were with this girl my brother likes. It was good tequila too.
My ex-husband called me at like 9:15 tonight. WTF??? He didn’t leave a message. I didn’t answer.
The UFC matches were good except the main event. As usual, it was an upset. WTF ever. I had three beers there, only because the waitress brought me two on the second round instead of one. She only charged me for two total. Wheeeeeee.
And now it’s 3 a.m. and I’m wide awake. But I remembered to take an Aleve. Actually two.
Edited to add: For some reason, I feel like I should disclose that after tequila shot #1, I thought I was going to be sick. I felt so old. It all turned out ok and no ill effects after shot #2. My brother seemed surprised at my fondness for tequila. My brother’s friend got yelled at for not scooching in his chair the correct way. The “doorman” at this bar was like 110 years old. And at both bars, my out-of-state ID was scrutinized. At both bars I wanted to say, “I’m 32!!!!!!!!!” The girl my brother likes kept getting text messages from her father asking her to stay somewhere else because he brought some woman home. That sucked. But we don’t have anyplace for her to stay. I really hope I’m not sick later. Blech.
And what’s with bars closing at 2 a.m. here??? The club I go to at home is open until like 4 a.m. I would have kept drinking too. Wheee!
I slept in until about 10 today and felt totally and utterly unmotivated to shower and get my stuff together to drive to Michigan. So I heated up some Kashi frozen waffles for breakfast and was reading my e-mail when the Asshat called. He apologized for showing up buzzed, for driving in such a state and for falling asleep and not leaving so I had to toss him out. I asked him if he got a good night’s sleep and he said no, he did not. I tried not to giggle because that struck me as funny. He asked me to call him when I got back from Michigan. I’m sure that he mentioned Michigan about three times because last night he wasn’t comprehending that I was going to Michigan, due to the aforementioned drunken state.
I’m going to move cautiously with him, given our history. I did enjoy myself and I felt very comfortable with him. I realized that while we were watching the movie that I was actually relaxed. Like, I wasn’t holding tension in my body. That doesn’t happen for me easily.
Tonight is UFC night! My brother and I are going to the bar tonight to watch the matches. Yee haw. It’s all I have to cling to, with the Stanley Cup moving on without my Red Wings …
Asshat finally called about 7:30 and came to get me. He seemed very happy to see me. We got to the restaurant and had to wait about 20 minutes; I had a beer, he wisely drank water all night. (He had been at the track all day and was drinking free beer and also vodka and red bulls.) I balanced my two gigantic mozzarella sticks with a veggie burger, which I barely touched. We were going to see a movie but the theater was packed. No parking spots to be found, so we went to Blockbuster and rented “Fay Grim,” a quirky movie with Parker Posey and Jeff Goldblum. I kept expecting her to be funny but it was a more serious, espionage-ish movie. I’ll have to re-watch it next week because not even halfway through, Asshat made his move. I stopped things at making out, though. Really, I was just kind of tired and I have to drive to Michigan tomorrow … and honestly, bar things with boytoy, I never give it up on the first date (I told him that about 2+ years, this would be considered the 1st date, not the 5th or 6th or whatever.)
Then … he fucking started falling asleep. Granted, I have a super fabulous comfy couch and a super fabulous blanket but I did not want this guy I haven’t seen in 2+ years falling asleep in my apartment. My front door can only be locked outside from a key or inside by turning the lock, so you can’t leave and lock the door behind you without a key, sooooo I wasn’t going to leave him on the couch and I wasn’t bringing him to bed because I figured he wouldn’t be much good to me there anyway! Finally, just before midnight he left. Thank you baby Jesus.
So … not super fabulous but not super awful either. Jury’s still out.
Still waiting for the Asshat to call … he was going to the track today and I told him to call me when he gets back to our side of town. I’m sure traffic’s a bitch, it’s raining really hard, blah blah blah, but come on, I’m fucking getting hungry, especially since I only had a DQ ice cream cone for lunch. Yeah, smart move, I know. That probably accounts for some of my bitchiness. Actually, I’m not all that bitchy b/c I wasn’t expecting him to call until after 7, I’m just crabby because I am on the verge of calling Hungry Howie’s and getting a fucking pizza.
I decided to e-mail one of the speed dating guys; he replied today. He’s the grad student. Being resourceful, I was able to find out some info on him and lo and fucking behold, he’s a democrat. Thank you baby Jesus. So yeah the distance doesn’t thrill me, but whatever, I want to move anyway.
I got a manicure after work — Aphrodite’s Pink Nightie, thank you very much — and managed to smudge only one nail on my way to the car. Argh.
There are a lot of things that I take for granted. As a college-educated, white woman, I know I have a lot of advantages. At work, I know that thanks to women of prior generations, there are laws in place to protect me. But because there is no state law protecting gay men and lesbians from discrimination at work, one of my friends was fired from his job because he was complained about the treatment he received from co-workers.
What the fuck? It’s 2007.
I work for a large company and sexual orientation is specifically mentioned in the non-discrimination policy. Where my friend worked, however, there was no such policy. What does that teach people? Bully someone who’s different from you and it’s ok? Just because you don’t agree with someone’s “lifestyle,” you can get rid of them? Are we back in elementary school???
My friend has an invitation to go to DC to attend a Congressional hearing on the subject of discrimination. I think he should go. Hell, I’d go if I could. What I have heard over and over again from my gay friends is that they just want to be “normal.” They want to have families, whatever their definition of a family is, a good job, a house … what everyone else wants. And I can’t see how Tom and Mike having those things gets in my way any more than Jennifer and Jason having all that stops me …
