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Today can only be described with grunts and moans. I have been in a bad mood all afternoon. I’m tired. It’s way too hot in here. I’m cranky.
Granted, there were lots of reasons to be in a good mood. Everyone liked the sweater I wore today (it’s very cute – got it at the Limited). Everyone loved the pies I brought in that were leftover from last night’s meeting, and bemoaned the fact that there were not enough pieces for everyone who wanted some.
However, I’m just… snarky (to use a word from Lileks).
I’ve been reading a lot of Breakup Babe lately, too, catching up on the archives, since I only recently found that blog. PG-13 (pushing the R), for those of you who care.
No blogging tomorrow. Meeting out of the office. Blah.
Unlike most people in this world, I absolutely relished my four day long weekend having no one to interact with but my cats. At one point on Thursday night,  called to make sure I wasn’t too lonely. Not possible.  left for the East Coast last Sunday and won’t be back until this Tuesday (though I had dreams about her returning early and finding the huge mess in the kitchen I’d left), and  left on Wednesday and came back last night. Four glorious, blissful days of doing only what I wanted to do and not having to answer to anyone. Of course,  and  insisted on being fed each morning at 6:30, but I managed to go back to bed after that.
I made a wonderful meal for myself on Thanksgiving day. Be prepared to be jealous. Cornish Rock Hens in a Rosemary Marinade. Wild Rice Stuffing. Mashed Potatoes with Roasted Garlic. And a lovely bottle of White Zinfandel that I drank all by myself. That’s right. It did take me nearly 8 hours though.
In all my planning for the meal, I completely forgot about desert. I ended up watching TV and eating caramel Hershey’s kisses. All in all, not to shabby.
I also watched 13 going on 30 this weekend, and Saved, and a lot of TV.
I went to the MOA and Ikea on both Wednesday afternoon and Saturday afternoon. I also battled the crowds on Friday morning to get to the Limited and receive my free sweater and $10 corduroy pants. I like free things. Friday I also went to Target three times. Three different Targets. Met  after the Limited on Friday morning for some shopping and an excuse for her to get out of the house. Her husband,  , is sick with the flu, and has been for a week now, including a trip to the hospital. A little bit whiny and demanding, but who can blame him?
Sunday I went to  and felt pretty good all morning, including “working the crowds” to get people to sign up to ring bells for the Salvation Army in December. Another trip to Target, time spent cleaning up the kitchen, moving most of the furniture in my room into a different configuration, vacuuming up “kitty bison” as  calls them, and watching more TV.
Later, I will tell you about my weekend Match.com experiences. Don’t chastise me.
I’m leavin’ work, and I don’t have to be back until Monday! I love long weekends, especially when I’m this tired. Yawn! Since I don’t have a computer at home, no blogging till Monday either. Hope you have a great holiday and spend it with loved ones (even if that just means yourself).
This morning, at the Western Avenue stop, a boy (ahem! excuse me, man), who I can honestly describe as pretty, got on the bus. Pretty as in Ashton Kutcher on That 70′s Show. Seriously, “prettier” than most of the women I know. Now, don’t be offended if you’re one of my women friends. I still love you and think you’re beautiful. But I don’t think you’re understanding this man’s physical appearance.
One of my bedroom windows has a bullet hole in it. It also has a crack in one of the corners. And an NRA sticker that I can’t seem to remove.
I sleep right under this window. Should I be worried?
Of course not. The neighborhood has changed so much in the last 15 years. Though, it does speak to the potential ghetto-ness of my landlords. I wonder if they even know. I should look into that.
It makes me laugh, mostly.
But I wasn’t stupid. When  came to visit, I kept the blinds down, so she couldn’t see. Didn’t think she’d like that much.
Today, I am double-booked. This never happens to me. Granted sometimes I have very busy weeks where I’m at 3-4 nights in a row, but double-booked? Never! Unfortunately I had to cancel the first scheduled meeting for a staff meeting at . While the staff meeting is important (and quite frankly mandatory), I had to cancel it for a volunteer interview/meeting with what sounded like a very attractive gentleman. I have no idea, having never seen him, but he sounds nice on the phone. And he’s been very accommodating. And I’ve given him a VERY bad first impression.
I was supposed to meet him last Tuesday night (this was the first reschedule, and I’m not sure why we had to reschedule the week before that, but I’m pretty sure it was him), but my MapQuest directions got me VERY lost. It was so frustrating. I was sure I would run out of gas, I was very lost in downtown Minneapolis, and I called several times for phone numbers and directions help, but to no avail. I could not get a number to contact him. So finally, at 6:51 (our meeting was scheduled for 6:00), he called me on my cell, at which I attempted to apologize profusely, and we rescheduled for tonight.
I’m not giving him a very good impression.
While I usually get lost downtown Minneapolis, I don’t normally have to reschedule meetings three times in order to get it right. I sound flaky. Not good. Let’s hope he’s not cute or single or… whatever.
Now before I again here protests from the older crowd that, truly, 26 is not old, I beg to differ. It’s all a matter of perspective, anyways. And yes, blah blah blah, age isn’t a number it’s how old you feel, blah blah blah. I’ve been known to be silly and for the most part I feel fairly “young at heart” still. My body doth protest.
Friday night I had to leave ‘s early, because I had to get home and I was tired. It was 11:30. That’s ridiculous! What happened to the days of staying up until 2?
And then I woke up at 8:30 on Saturday! Again, that’s not sleeping in!
Also, my tastes have started to change, in terms of food. I have a major sweet tooth. I love the sweets, the sugar, the chocolates, and frankly, often wonder how I’m not 300 pounds. Good genes. Anyways, in the past year, I seem to need less sweet than I used to. Case in point. Starbucks offers the Eggnog Latte during the holiday season, and last year I had them put a shot of vanilla in it every time, which grossed most people out. This year? No need. It tastes fine. Same with the Gingerbread Latte, and the Caramel Hi-Rise at Caribou. What’s going on?
I’m getting old. No grey hair yet, though. My little sister has some. Hehe.
Can I get old if I don’t own a home or a car or a boy? I don’t think the fish counts. He tried to jump out and bite me today. I think he wants some fish lovin’. But it ain’t happening. Get over it.
Since we’ve moved into our new office space, there’s been a coordinated wall-hanging effort. Apparently someone with very bad taste was given the responsibility of choosing the artwork for the walls. There is a photo of a boat on some lake in Minneapolis that looks like it was shot in 1982. There’s some other ugly stuff that I’ve chosen to forget. The best one, however, is this one:
 Do I need to remind you that I work for the government? I'm not sure I can explain the way this poster makes most of us feel, but it has the effect of making me want to roll around the floor laughing. Or perhaps leave early for the day. I don’t think that’s the desired effect.
Friday night I got together with and for dinner, games & a movie. Saw ‘s new place. We played Scrabble (but didn’t keep score) and I must say I had some kick-butt moves. Much better than last time. Did I mention I bought Scrabble a few weeks ago? It was on sale at Target. I love word games. I wish I could play Scrabble by myself. Hmm. Must work on that.
We also watched Office Space. Again. Wasn’t my favorite of the options I’d brought, but friendship does involve a certain amount of compromise.
Saturday was delicious, though I am a little frustrated that my body decided “sleeping in” meant 8:30. What happened to sleeping in until noon? I am getting old. Lazed around, finally got off my tookus and went shopping. Glorious shopping. Spent way too much money. Visited two Franks stores to partake in the going-out-of-business-because-we’re-filing-bankruptcy store. Found white pants (and a white skirt!) for Christmas. Now, of course, I need white shoes. Winter white shoes. How hard is that going to be?
I also watched Calendar Girls, which was good but not as great as I expected. Of course, it’s based on a true story, so….
Sunday we spent three hours raking leaves, again. Today my arms hurt. Last Sunday I mostly bagged leaves, but we didn’t have to do that this time, so I raked, and raked, and raked. Poor arms. Was bored the rest of the day. I tried to find things to do, but nothing amused me. Ended up laying in bed watching TV with cuddling with me. She’s become quite snuggly lately.
Thanksgiving should be fun. left yesterday morning for New England, and will be gone till the end of the month. leaves Wednesday and will be gone through Sunday. Four days in the house all by myself!!! I’m making Cornish rock hens with wild rice stuffing, and candied acorn squash. All for me. And before you go feeling bad for me, it’s by personal choice. I had several invitations to spend the holiday with families from church, but really felt like having a weekend off and doing exactly what I wanted to do. The joys of being single.
(also titled, Why I love junior highers)
For the past two years, I have had the opportunity to always receive feedback on my physical appearance, be it clothes, makeup, or hair. This has come mainly from some junior high boys at . It started when they were in 6th grade.
“Wow, your hair is big.”
“What’s wrong with your pants?”
and, my personal favorite,
“You’re wearing too much makeup today.”
Always so blunt. Not teasing or mean, just… honest.
They’re kinda handy to have around, in that respect.
drove into town Thursday for a conference and to visit her daughters. We had a good time. Thursday night I took her to youth group, but no kids showed up, so that was disappointing. She did meet  though.
Friday morning I was a mess. I sent her off to the U of M on the city bus system. I was quite worried all morning. Carried my cell phone with me everywhere, waiting for her call from a pay phone. But it all went off without a hitch, so it had been needless to worry. came over and we went to the Italian Pie Shoppe. Good food, good conversation. Then we watched Barefoot In The Park, and I on my twin bed, in my one chair. She was invited to join us several times, but ended up going home. We were all sleepy. Good movie, though. Newlyweds should watch it.
Saturday went to the Minneapolis Institute of Arts with the people she was at the conference with. It was a gorgeous day, so when I finally got out of bed and showered, I walked to Nina’s Cafe for a vanilla mocha, which always makes the day even better. came home and we went for a long walk. Down to the St Paul Central Library, then a few blocks out of our way to see my old and new office buildings (just the outsides). We took the bus to Grand Ave and went shopping at the Yarnery for her birthday present. She was very good about it all.
Then we drove (in separate cars) out to ‘s house, for dinner and Christmas photo taking. I left early enough to get plenty of sleep. Sunday was and then leaf-raking with the kids for a few hours. We’re going next weekend too.
Shopping, shopping, shopping – I actually have money right now! Of course, I’m going to try to buy a car, but still, I couldn’t resist buying something for myself that wasn’t shampoo or spaghetti sauce. Cost Plus was having a fabulous sale, so I bought a huge print of a painting and a frame. It’s hanging over my bed and it looks wonderful. Now I just have to find a chandelier-type candle thing to hang from the ceiling in front of the window. There’s a hook there just begging to be used.
That’s it for today. I’m debating whether or not I’ll go to a meeting at tonight. I’m leaning towards not.
OK, so I don’t really think that boys are ewwy. But it was so fun to write.
First of all, some Skyway restaurant is offering, as soup of the month, Zucchini Dill.
Vomit.
So this weekend I met a guy. Two, actually. Now, before you go and get excited, I wasn’t interested in either one, and I don’t think they were interested in me either. But these days, being in the presence of a guy between the ages of 20 and 40 who’s single and not gay counts as “meeting a guy.” If I had been interested, it would have been a great situation. The one guy was group leader for a church in the metro area, just got out of college, and we ended up being small group leaders together. That meant that we spent most of the time together, including the low-ropes course. Large quantities of physical contact. All rated G, though, not even PG.
Today coming back from getting coffee (it’s Peppermint Mocha time at Starbucks! Merry Christmas!), a lady in the elevator asked me about my hairstyle. She specifically asked if it had a name. A name? Seriously? She apparently really liked it. Never gonna happen for her unless we chop off my hair and glue it to her head, though. Gotta say I’m one-of-a-kind in that department.
Unable to relinquish the crown
“People often mistake me for an extrovert and don’t realize when they are sucking my will to live. “
Completely. Absolutely, entirely. This is me.
I don’t think the rest of it is, but… I loved this line.
Finally found a new blog to read!
 Yes, I voted. Do I care if you did? No. I was quite annoyed yesterday with all the people who kept asking me if I voted. Especially the ones who really wanted me to vote because they assumed that since I belong to a certain age demographic I was going to vote a certain way.
So I voted to spite them.
Of course, my mind was already made up, and their attitudes didn’t change my vote.
Thanks to Kathy Howe for being the only one to not put pressure on me yesterday.
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