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!!!
Another long day at work. Blech. MM was still at work at 8 p.m. so needless to say the dinner date didn’t happen. When he texted me that he thought he would be leaving soon, I told him we could reschedule. Like I really want to go back out on a Tuesday night. Pffft.
I can not stop yawning. I went to bed last night about 12 and slept really well. But now my face feels all sinusy and crap, and I’m blowing my nose every few minutes. Yay, spring.
I ended up driving to the Ville Friday evening … I fucking flew down there and made it to Miss Sodapop’s apartment at about 7:05 p.m. As soon as I got there, we left for a GA meeting. This was the second meeting that I have attended, the first in the Ville. There is quite the collection of characters, let me tell you, including one gentleman who persistently petted Miss Sodapop’s arm, causing me to giggle during the middle of the meeting. He’s … intense.
I gotta tell you, though, I continued to be amazed and humbled by the work that people in this 12-step program have done on themselves. The individuals who have been in the program for a while and are working/have worked the steps are some of the most honest, caring and perceptive people I have met. Miss Sodapop was the meeting chair and she chose the topic of “change” to discuss. I think just about everyone in the room shared, including me. Now, keep in mind that just about everyone on the fucking planet calls Miss Sodapop by a different first name than I know her as. So I had to remember to use that name, which always freaks me out LOL. Anyway, I think I surprised Miss Sodapop by speaking up, but she is just such an awesome person, I had to. I didn’t know her before, but the Sodapop I know now is one of the best friends I have ever had. It turned into a bit of a cryfest, as she was already in tears, I was in tears, but it was a good girlie moment.
Afterwards, we stopped at Wal-mart then went back to her place to make yummeh dip because we were both starving. I hadn’t eaten since about 11:30 a.m. and it was about 9 p.m. when we got back to her place. I watched Rent for the first time and really liked it, although I was seriously bummed out by part of it and told Miss Sodapop that watching the move so frequently can not be good for her mental health LOL.
During the night, I slept on the couch and Miss Chloe the Chiweenie came out NINE motherfucking times during the night to see me. Ok, I shouldn’t swear, she’s the cutest little thing ever, but srsly. NINE TIMES? And she licks. Oh how she licks. A few times I got her to calm down and she slept by me for a while. Her collar jingles so at least she can’t sneak up on you.
Saturday we did some running around, took naps and then met Miss Laci and a friend for dinner at a yummeh Cuban restaurant. Now, we were a bit prejudiced against this friend because of some things Laci had told us about him and well, because, Laci is not only our girl, she’s the baby bitch (being a mere 28 to the rest of us post-30+ bitches). Miss Sodapop fucking went to town on this guy. OMG. That is one of her skills; she is direct and isn’t afraid to ask the hard questions. A few times I kicked Miss Laci under the table and well, I won’t tell you what I was mouthing to her, but *I* thought it was funny.
Today, I went to the largest church I have ever been too. There were escalators in the entrance. ESCALATORS. The sanctuary has stadium seating and had, I think, three levels. In the church bulletin, it said that last week, they had nearly 17,000 people attend worship. Holy cow. The service was totally different from I’m used to (I’m not demonstrative in church, yo) but the message was good and I am slowly getting over my dislike of “rock” type music in church. Not that I have any philosophical reasons against it, it’s just that most of the time it’s not very good!
Miss Sodapop and I sat with her friends GB and BB during the service, then met up again at Bravo for lunch. Yummeh. And Miss Sodapop ended up with half of a rosemary chicken panini because it had mayo on it and I didn’t want to risk eating it after a two-hour drive back home!
And now … back to work tomorrow. Dinner with MM on Tuesday so I suppose I’ll be thinking about that tomorrow night. I might invite myself to his house this weekend … well, bring the topic up and see how it goes over. We shall see!
This was Friday’s horoscope:
A person from your romantic past shows up and causes you to think about some old issues. Whether you choose to let them back into your life is up to you. Whatever you decide, remember that you in control of your future. You can learn from your past experiences, and you don’t have to repeat them.
Who e-mailed me Friday evening? The motherfucker. This is the 2nd time he’s pulled this shit since we broke up last July. I freaked the fuck out when I got a text from match.com saying he had emailed me. I jumped off the couch and was nearly to Miss Sodapop’s computer when I stopped, turned away and said, “No, I am NOT going to read this now.”
Of course I eventually did and it was just bullshit, like about the Red Wings, how are you doing? Blah blah blah. He ended the email with “Drop me a line. Jason.” I didn’t reply until the next day and he responded immediately; he was glad to hear I was doing well, blah blah blah. We exchanged a few more short e-mails but that was it. He didn’t ask me out, he didn’t say why he e-mailed, we just had a surface-level conversation.
Saturday evening I was in a bit of a tizzy before I went to sleep, thinking about this situation. Then I realized, fuck this shit, he’s a fucking liar and he dumped me cold, and it was the most painful break-up I’ve had outside of my divorce. I am NOT going to let someone like that back into my life. As Miss Sodapop pointed out, I have choices and I do not have to repeat the patterns of the past.
Hopefully I won’t hear from Jason again and I get back to the here and now, not the painful past.
My bathroom is really small and there’s no fan to remove the steam, so it gets pretty humid in there. For the past few days, since it’s been warmer, I’ve waited until I got to work to put on my make-up, because it would just melt if I put it on at home. This morning I got to work, sans cosmetics, dark circles under my eyes and weird red blotches (sorry, forgot the name already lol) still on my face. I was out of cash so I went down to the 2nd floor to use the ATM. That one was being serviced so I grudgingly went to the first floor to use that ATM. But, without cash, I wasn’t getting my coffee and bagel!
I was waiting for my moola when I heard, “Hey!” … and OF COURSE it’s MM. This is the first time I have seen him at work … and it’s been over two months. Great. Apparently he didn’t mind my hideous appearance because we chatted for a while in the lobby (about the Wonder Twins, no less) then he asked me for dinner. He said he was available “Tonight, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday …” lol We settled on next Tuesday.
I had a great workout with the trainer today. Despite my paltry exercising, the 10 weeks I’ve been working out with her once a week have made a difference, as I can tell in my strength and stamina. Today she made me use 25 lb. dumbells for a couple of arm exercises. Holy fuck, that’s heavy. For the second set, she let me use the weighted bar … probably because I was tired, my form was off and she was afraid one of the dumbells was going to end up on her foot!
She’s so sweet, I thought she was going to cry when I told her that last week, when we climbed the stairs, I didn’t even really notice, even though it was 2 or 3 flights. No huffing or puffing. And she’s already doing research into what we can do after my surgery. $200 for 10 sessions is a chunk of change for me but I need someone to push me … because left to my own devices, my ass is parked on the couch.
I forgot that I told my friend D. that I would go to a fundraiser at her church tomorrow night; Chris and I were going to bail then we felt guilty. So, I’ll be driving to the Ville afterwards and arrive about 11, hopefully. This thing starts at 7, and if it’s not over by 9, I’m leaving anyway. Gotta see mahbitches.
Back in the day, the Red Wings and Avalanche couldn’t get through a game without beating the shit out of each other. The video clips features former goalies for both teams. Yes, it’s the GOALIES fighting. That’s beyond awesome. It’s not as bitter now, but man, those were the days. Those were the days.
I woke up this morning about 1 a.m., feeling a bit nauseated. I sat up in bed, trying to figure out what was wrong and then … yep, I made a mad dash to the bathroom. Blech. It happened again about an hour later. This morning, I had tiny red pinpricklike spots all around both eyes and red blotches on my face … as if vomiting itself weren’t unpleasant enough, I have broken blood vessels too. Whoopee!!! Mr. Man was a trooper, though, and kept me company while I hovered above the toilet LOL. He seemed fascinated. Nothing like puking with a feline audience.
I was still a bit iffy today but handled it ok at work … we had a forced group lunch for administrative professionals day. Our admin chose Ruby Tuesdays, where I spent $12.40 + tip on a chicken quesadilla (appetizer portion) and a cup of coffee. What the fuck was that about? But that was all that appealed to me on the menu.
I got another A! I’m so psyched. I finished this class with a 94.4% … it would have been a bit higher had I not spaced a 10 pt assignment (1% of my grade) last week. Oh well. My lovely 4.0 GPA remains intact.
My girl Mary might be coming to the Ville with me this weekend. Then again, she might flake out, who knows. Her birthday is Monday, tho, so if she comes with, we’ll have to get her all drunk and shit. I know, I know, the bitches drink? Shocking!
MM IM’d me this afternoon. It was a very short exchange, at least on my part. The two IMs I sent consisted of four words, total. Two two-word phrases. (Not the two words you’re probably thinking of; we were at work, on work IM.) As I told my friend Jennifer tonight, I have a lot of anger towards him that I am just now recognizing. He is clueless. Motherfucking clueless. Jennifer suggested he take a Miss Manners class for social interaction. I mean, really. If I were to see him, I don’t think I could do anything but scowl, seriously. I’m scowling typing this. And I look much cuter when I am happy and smiling.
I’m stealing Miss Sodapop’s idea of using song lyrics for post titles. Today’s is from “I Walk Away” by Crowded House. I loved me some Crowded House back in the day (but I really can’t stand “Don’t Dream It’s Over” … so mopey!).
Ok, so, it’s Monday, and keeping in mind that I am grateful to have a job, I will not complain about it. LOL I have been dragging my heels on this course rewrite and while I dove back into it this morning, UGH. Just UGH is all I can say. There’s so much information to be shared, and to eliminate the nonessential information, add interactivity and make it all flow together is easier said than done. Plus we are using a new template to lay out the course drafts … and I. do. not. like. change!
While it’s only Monday, I’m already thinking ahead to the weekend. I don’t have anything to do and it’s too nice to sit around. Let me correct that: It’s too nice TODAY to sit around. It could be snowing Saturday. Maybe I will impose myself on the bitches in the Ville for the weekend, I don’t know. Hmm maybe I should e-mail Miss Sodapop about that before I blog about it! LOL And while I’m there I can give Chloe a good talking-to about not chewing her mommy’s mattress, like she did AGAIN. She’s cute as the dickens but man. She is a force to be reckoned with!
What did I do yesterday? Couldn’t tell ya. I was up late Friday night and slept in much later than I had planned yesterday morning. I was supposed to go to the roller derby with my friend Debby but she fucking stood me up! We made the plans earlier in the week, talked Thursdays, then didn’t hear from her Friday or yesterday. WTF? I was not pleased.
Today I have to finish up my last assignment for my international business class, because yo, next week is “spring break”! Which doesn’t mean a damn thing, considering, oh yeah, I still have that 40-hour workweek to contend with. Le sigh. Next class is marketing, I think. At least this should be more up my alley.
I also need to take some movies back to Blockbuster … and of course be home in time for the 3 p.m. start of the Red Wings game! It’s on NBC y’all so no excuses for not watching!!!! If the Wings can win in Nashville, they’ll take the series … otherwise it will go to a nervewracking game 7 in Detroit on Tuesday. Gah!!!! I am too much of a delicate flower for that so I’ll be keeping all my parts/pieces crossed that they pull it out tonight. Wow, that sounds vaguely dirty doesn’t it? That’s what my life has come to … vaguely dirty sports-related statements.
Um yeah. I’m gonna go get another cup of coffee now.
