Hi Everyone. I really missed all of you. I’m hoping you had a great long weekend (last one until May). I really had every intention on updating you all during my time away from the office, but we all know about best laid plans. I planed on doing a lot more than I ended up doing, but winning the Sleep-In Competition seemed to be the precedent everyday.
Congrats to those who are newly added to my links! Why I didn’t add you sooner is beyond me. I also couldn’t bring myself to remove those blogs who hadn’t updated in a while. Hopefully you all will get motivated soon.
I started to write up a weekend in review for you all, but about half way through my already long post, I realized that maybe you weren’t overly interested in my systematic scamper through the last four days. And as if you really cared about the Full House marathon we hosted. Just know that the last couple of days were full of a lot of eating, sleeping, laughing and more candy than we probably really need.
This weekend I also finished reading my fourth book, since January, about dating. Now, I am sure that all of these books would advise against discussing these books so publicly, but since most of my readership is female, who cares. The one I just finished was probably my favourite, partly because it was the only one written by girls, and secondly because it seemed to be a replay of The Fascinating Girl (who doesn’t love that book) without being afraid of cows, or homemade dresses.
I am really disappointed to have missed the dance. I was looking forward to putting some of my new skills into effect. At this point, I am sick of strangling chickens. (Ask me about that analogy some other time.) But from the small amount I used my new system on Friday and Sunday, it really did seem to make a difference, or at least, kept me focused.
I also found my old phone this weekend. It has been a year since I was able to put Satan’s phone to rest. The phone itself wasn’t the problem, just the outrageous bills associated with it. It is amazing how much can really change in just a short year. Although it was funny to see the beginning. Now knowing the end, the optimism was really cute.
Four hopefully short days until the end of the week, and end of March (Unbelievable!) is with us. There are a lot of things to complete in the mean time and in between time.
Thanks for a great weekend.
Just a random list to end off today.
1. Despite the fact that everyone has returned to their lighter locks, I am still enjoying the dark hair.
2. After thinking that time could really change things, I am done wanting what I didn’t really need.
3. Where to now? If I had to guess, I’m afraid to say Antarctica’s next.
Keep on doing what you’re doing.
As Always,
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Don’t You Know Who I Was?
Let’s not even talk about yesterday. I am just happy at this point to be on the downhill side of this already short week. My computer decided to not work yesterday, and I spent the morning like a nomad going from computer to computer trying to get something accomplished.
The overtly geeky computer repair guy was called in, who from the very first day I started working here, has tried, albeit unsuccessfully and awkwardly, to flirt with me. And like all the other times he has been in the office, invited me out for drinks last night. Rocky, who just happened to be standing there when this guy asked, spent the rest of the day teasing me, and has still not forgotten the uncomfortable invitation this morning.
I spent most of yesterday afternoon realizing that that project I had been working on for the past two days was completely wrong, and emphatically telling RDP all of my reasons for not going out with our technologically minded friend.
Work today hasn’t been much better considering that I started this post at 9:30, but have had a hard time getting it finished all day. I guess it is good to be busy; the days this week really are going by fast.
While work life has been fast paced and busy, real life has been calm. We haven’t done much with the past couple of days, watched a lot of weird TV, talked a few people off a ledge, and even got another invitation from Internet Boyfriend.
Two invitations, in one week, I must be on a roll. He invited me to a Saint Patrick’s Day party he was hosting. I politefully declined, stating I already had plans for the night. And, yes, watching How I Met Your Mother does count as plans. It wasn’t until later that I found out the “party” was really an FHE activity. Somehow, I don’t think he was that torn up that I didn’t attend.
Sorry, that is really all I have time for today.
Amazed with how fast the week is going.
Excited for the long, long weekend.
Happy to have reconciled with the Internet Boyfriend. (Hopefully he has done some research into The Beatles.)
Hoping to make a comeback.
As Always,
The overtly geeky computer repair guy was called in, who from the very first day I started working here, has tried, albeit unsuccessfully and awkwardly, to flirt with me. And like all the other times he has been in the office, invited me out for drinks last night. Rocky, who just happened to be standing there when this guy asked, spent the rest of the day teasing me, and has still not forgotten the uncomfortable invitation this morning.
I spent most of yesterday afternoon realizing that that project I had been working on for the past two days was completely wrong, and emphatically telling RDP all of my reasons for not going out with our technologically minded friend.
Work today hasn’t been much better considering that I started this post at 9:30, but have had a hard time getting it finished all day. I guess it is good to be busy; the days this week really are going by fast.
While work life has been fast paced and busy, real life has been calm. We haven’t done much with the past couple of days, watched a lot of weird TV, talked a few people off a ledge, and even got another invitation from Internet Boyfriend.
Two invitations, in one week, I must be on a roll. He invited me to a Saint Patrick’s Day party he was hosting. I politefully declined, stating I already had plans for the night. And, yes, watching How I Met Your Mother does count as plans. It wasn’t until later that I found out the “party” was really an FHE activity. Somehow, I don’t think he was that torn up that I didn’t attend.
Sorry, that is really all I have time for today.
Amazed with how fast the week is going.
Excited for the long, long weekend.
Happy to have reconciled with the Internet Boyfriend. (Hopefully he has done some research into The Beatles.)
Hoping to make a comeback.
As Always,
Monday, March 17, 2008
Guilty As Charged
A happy St. Patrick’s Day to you all, being neither Catholic nor Irish, I am not wearing any green. Although, I don’t know that I even own anything green, even if I wanted to.
When my older brother was on his mission, he use to include songs to listen to while reading his letters and I have included for your enjoyment, my very own mix tape for you to listen to while you read this blog. Please mind that it is extremely emo, mostly because I made it late at night, and without permission.
The weekend has sadly come and gone, but luckily, we have a short week this week, and next as we get to celebrate Good Friday, as well as the almost all but gone, Easter Monday. (Sometimes it does pay to work in an old office.) Here’s hoping we can get through the next four days without too many incidents.
So, I got this on Friday night.
Yes, you read that correctly, a ticket for not wearing my seatbelt. Earlier this month, I laid in bed and listened as the police chief told radio listeners that the police would be targeting seatbelt wearing this month. I made a mental note and escaped half the month without any ticket.
By now you have all figured out I don’t wear my seatbelt, but please don’t think it isn’t because I want to. My car has just chosen to break little by little including my driver’s seatbelt. Trust me when I say I wear it everywhere else that I am. Remember the story with the guy with orange hair, who got mad at me for wearing my seatbelt? (If you don’t know the story, too bad, it really is a good one.)
You will never believe it, but guess who I got an actual, live, telephone call from? Internet Boyfriend! I know! I thought he was as good as dead as well. He called to tell me that “a bunch of us” were going to play Fugitive at the University later that night.
I didn’t say much, gathered the information and never showed up. I am not really the outdoors, running around girl, besides last time they played someone called the cops on them, and with my already outstanding ticket, I didn’t think I should get in anymore trouble with law enforcement.
Sunday, we were back to our normal selves as we passed in the hall without so much as a head nod. I like to think it is because my physical beauty makes it difficult for him to speak to me in person. Here’s hoping to one day find someone that can talk to me with all forms of communication.
Just trying to get by today.
When my older brother was on his mission, he use to include songs to listen to while reading his letters and I have included for your enjoyment, my very own mix tape for you to listen to while you read this blog. Please mind that it is extremely emo, mostly because I made it late at night, and without permission.
The weekend has sadly come and gone, but luckily, we have a short week this week, and next as we get to celebrate Good Friday, as well as the almost all but gone, Easter Monday. (Sometimes it does pay to work in an old office.) Here’s hoping we can get through the next four days without too many incidents.
So, I got this on Friday night.
Yes, you read that correctly, a ticket for not wearing my seatbelt. Earlier this month, I laid in bed and listened as the police chief told radio listeners that the police would be targeting seatbelt wearing this month. I made a mental note and escaped half the month without any ticket.
By now you have all figured out I don’t wear my seatbelt, but please don’t think it isn’t because I want to. My car has just chosen to break little by little including my driver’s seatbelt. Trust me when I say I wear it everywhere else that I am. Remember the story with the guy with orange hair, who got mad at me for wearing my seatbelt? (If you don’t know the story, too bad, it really is a good one.)
You will never believe it, but guess who I got an actual, live, telephone call from? Internet Boyfriend! I know! I thought he was as good as dead as well. He called to tell me that “a bunch of us” were going to play Fugitive at the University later that night.
I didn’t say much, gathered the information and never showed up. I am not really the outdoors, running around girl, besides last time they played someone called the cops on them, and with my already outstanding ticket, I didn’t think I should get in anymore trouble with law enforcement.
Sunday, we were back to our normal selves as we passed in the hall without so much as a head nod. I like to think it is because my physical beauty makes it difficult for him to speak to me in person. Here’s hoping to one day find someone that can talk to me with all forms of communication.
Just trying to get by today.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Everyone's Here, It's Time To Begin
Greeting from the house! I know, it has been a long while since I actually wrote a blog from my home, and I can't even remember the last time I actually composed a post in blogger and not in Microsoft Word first, but I thought I should let you know all about The Trews concert before Monday.
IT WAS AWESOME!
Was it better than Jimmy? No, just different. We, those of us who attended both concerts, agreed that Jimmy was better musically, but The Trews won on the showmanship.
Every song totally rocked, and it seemed like every song was bigger and even better than the last. By the end of the concert, I am pretty sure we all had to check to see if our faces had melted from all the rock and roll we had heard.
Highlights:
1. Tired of Waiting. Yes, I already love this song, whether it is the angrier version found on their House Of Ill Fame album, to the sad and slow acoustic version I found my for yearly CD this year. But the reggae influenced version from the concert was amazing! They threw in a bit of The Stones "You Can Always Get What You Want" in the middle, which added so much to the already wonderful song.
2. Kicks, Jumps and Backwards Playing.I am pretty sure that each member of the band drank a case of Redbull before coming on stage. The energy they had seemed to fuel the crowd even more. They were full of the stereotypical moves you would expect to find some ‘80s hairband concert. In this new world of Emo-ness, it was fun to see people rocking out again.
3. Small Venue.I realized last night that venue makes a huge difference to the enjoyment of the concert, and maybe a smaller concert is better than any arena concert. The concert was held at ‘The Zoo’ the U of L campus bar. The sound was louder, the band closer, the crowd devoted.
Lowlights:
1. I Missed Travis.Even though he was pretty sulky at Jimmy (Just admit it, it was true) having only the Trifecta of Awesome together made me realize our dream of the Fantastic Four might be gone for good. Plus I missed Keely, Matt and Jen. (They were fun at Jimmy.)
2. The Opening Band.Not as horrible as the mess of a band that played at Jimmy, just long. I didn’t pay good money to hear them play their ENTIRE repertoire. Serotonin would have been a much better opening band. (Maybe it is time for a reunion concert? It has been too long since I heard “Heat” live.)
3. Beer.As to be expected at a concert held in a bar, I am pretty sure we were the only people not drinking at the concert. For the most part people were okay with the alcohol, well, except those people who thought it would be a good idea to crowd surf with a can of beer in hand, and in the process drop half the can right on me!
All in all, we had a great time, even with the motley crew that we assembled to attend, Flick with her cold, my general malaise and Jenny’s bell’s palsy, lyme disease, rickets and/or shingles. Today we all noticed significant hearing loss. My above average hearing has now diminished into just average, but I think it was worth it.
Congrats to:
Flick, for her new concert boyfriend.
The guy standing next to me, who showed me the text he had received that read: “I could never just stop loving you.” Good to see there is love, even at a rock concert.
The Trews for putting on one amazing show!
As Always,
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Incase You Care
I didn’t write anything yesterday. Sorry. It is the first break I have taken in about two weeks, so I don’t really feel that bad for not updating you. Most people don’t understand how I can write everyday, but I think, how can you not write everyday? Yes, maybe mine are more quantity than quality, but wouldn’t you rather have something to read than nothing?
A happy windy Wednesday to you all. I grew up in a non-windy town, and so to live in the land of the constant breeze has really bothered me, yes, even eight years later. Hopefully things die down this week to something less than gale.
Not much has been happening this week, or really even this month, so if I haven’t seen you in a while, don’t feel like you are missing out on much. I did, on Monday night, attend FHE. It is probably the first time in six weeks or probably since Jenny stopped attending with me, that I have graced FHE with my presence. Even though I know everyone in the ward knows who I am, and I am sure that I will have fun once I get there, it seems just too hard to go alone.
Last night I did make another fan of Dan In Real Life, that of a feverish Ashley. We had a Hobo Night In and even donned sweatpants for the occasion. (Aren’t you sad you missed it?) I’m hoping that Ashley gets better for the concert on Thursday. (Although she said she would be there, even if she was still dying.)
Concert on Thursday? Is that what you are asking yourself? Well, after having such a good time with Jimmy Eat World in October, we thought we would give The Trews a chance. Jenny and I really do love the pure rock and roll feel of The Trews, and in fact, quite a few of us including The Trews on our yearly CDs. Here’s hoping for a great show or at least something half as good as Jimmy.
Thankful for:
The beginning signs of spring.
Tax returns
Similar stories
Everything I have.
As Always,
A happy windy Wednesday to you all. I grew up in a non-windy town, and so to live in the land of the constant breeze has really bothered me, yes, even eight years later. Hopefully things die down this week to something less than gale.
Not much has been happening this week, or really even this month, so if I haven’t seen you in a while, don’t feel like you are missing out on much. I did, on Monday night, attend FHE. It is probably the first time in six weeks or probably since Jenny stopped attending with me, that I have graced FHE with my presence. Even though I know everyone in the ward knows who I am, and I am sure that I will have fun once I get there, it seems just too hard to go alone.
Last night I did make another fan of Dan In Real Life, that of a feverish Ashley. We had a Hobo Night In and even donned sweatpants for the occasion. (Aren’t you sad you missed it?) I’m hoping that Ashley gets better for the concert on Thursday. (Although she said she would be there, even if she was still dying.)
Concert on Thursday? Is that what you are asking yourself? Well, after having such a good time with Jimmy Eat World in October, we thought we would give The Trews a chance. Jenny and I really do love the pure rock and roll feel of The Trews, and in fact, quite a few of us including The Trews on our yearly CDs. Here’s hoping for a great show or at least something half as good as Jimmy.
Thankful for:
The beginning signs of spring.
Tax returns
Similar stories
Everything I have.
As Always,
Monday, March 10, 2008
Not Really Worth The Wait
Welcome to this, the 300th post. I guess I am doing pretty well at getting new posts out. The 100th post was in August 2006 and the 200th post, less than a year ago in July.
As you might have noticed, I really did change the look of my blog. (Although, I still do miss the old one.) Something is missing on the new one, but I can’t really put my finger on what. And I don’t know that I am overly happy with the color of the text yet (it looked much better on my computer at home. But here at work, not so awesome.) To be honest, right now, it is the best I could do and I already spent too much time yesterday trying to figure out HTML codes. Let me know if you have any suggestions.
This weekend wasn’t quite long enough. We suffered through the unnecessary daylight savings time change and wrongly decided a viewing of ‘The Holiday’ would rid us of any bad luck we might currently possess. We advised Ashley a few times via speakerphone, and I even met my new aunt. Good thing there are only 4 ¾ more days until the weekend comes around again.
Recently, Facebook has had nothing exciting to offer me. Pictures of everyone’s niece or nephew, people in and out of love as they change their relationship status and offers to “See What Disney Princess You Are!” Wall posts and messages are few and far between. But we have been on Facebook a year, and I guess everyone is looking for the next digital medium in which to communicate with.
However, today when I checked Facebook, I noticed a question in the Compare People section of my profile. The question was: “Would you date Denise?”
I checked the results of the question and found the following:
Yes—10
No—211
Excuse me! Two hundred and eleven people don’t want to date me! Why? I am hoping that that majority of the people who said no are girls, or people that are related to me. And as for the 10 people who would date me, where are you?
Oh well, I don’t really want another technological romance anyways.
Here’s to:
Monday morning birthday cake
Already being a head of the eight ball, for now.
Mary’s new blog! (I will post a link soon.)
As always,
As you might have noticed, I really did change the look of my blog. (Although, I still do miss the old one.) Something is missing on the new one, but I can’t really put my finger on what. And I don’t know that I am overly happy with the color of the text yet (it looked much better on my computer at home. But here at work, not so awesome.) To be honest, right now, it is the best I could do and I already spent too much time yesterday trying to figure out HTML codes. Let me know if you have any suggestions.
This weekend wasn’t quite long enough. We suffered through the unnecessary daylight savings time change and wrongly decided a viewing of ‘The Holiday’ would rid us of any bad luck we might currently possess. We advised Ashley a few times via speakerphone, and I even met my new aunt. Good thing there are only 4 ¾ more days until the weekend comes around again.
Recently, Facebook has had nothing exciting to offer me. Pictures of everyone’s niece or nephew, people in and out of love as they change their relationship status and offers to “See What Disney Princess You Are!” Wall posts and messages are few and far between. But we have been on Facebook a year, and I guess everyone is looking for the next digital medium in which to communicate with.
However, today when I checked Facebook, I noticed a question in the Compare People section of my profile. The question was: “Would you date Denise?”
I checked the results of the question and found the following:
Yes—10
No—211
Excuse me! Two hundred and eleven people don’t want to date me! Why? I am hoping that that majority of the people who said no are girls, or people that are related to me. And as for the 10 people who would date me, where are you?
Oh well, I don’t really want another technological romance anyways.
Here’s to:
Monday morning birthday cake
Already being a head of the eight ball, for now.
Mary’s new blog! (I will post a link soon.)
As always,
Friday, March 07, 2008
You’d Better Hurry Cause It’s Going Fast
Well, after a long week, are you not all so glad that it is now Friday?
I was incredibly productive this morning and did more in my first hour than I sometimes do in a day. Yes, there were a lot of phone calls and minor fires that I had to put out, but I scurried around the office, getting out invoices, creating wonderfully crafted correspondence, stapling, collating and producing above average documents, of course, all with bouncy hair and impressive fashion choices.
As we got ready for lunch, I took a moment to ponder on my impressive productivity, and I soon realized what had helped me stay on task so well:
My ipod, or more appropriately, the lack of my ipod. Sure, I plugged it in, and I had even chosen a playlist to listen to this morning, but due to an immediate phone call, I never pushed play. And in fact the whole morning went by without any music.
This afternoon, full of Chinese food, surrounded by the dense heat that fills my non-windowed office most afternoons, and of course, music pouring from my awful computer speakers; production output has taken a holiday. Who knows, maybe we can rally before the end of the day?
Well dearest blog readers, after realizing that I had written 300 posts, I decided that perhaps it was time that we shook up my blog world and perhaps change the template of my blog.
There weren't really any pre-designed templates that screamed awesomeness to me, and not being overly confident with HTML, I debated a while about creating my own template. (I think I was sick the day we learned HTML in college. Yup, that’s right, college. I know, I know, some of you no doubt learned it elementary school. But then again, you have to remember that I am one of the few people you know that graduated from high school way back in the 20th Century.)
But I decided give blog template creating somewhat of a try. Realizing that my webpage designing skills were really lacking, I worked into the early morning hours to produce a mediocre template.
Tired both physically, as well as mentally from the project I had endeavoured to undertake, I quickly changed my current template for my overtly homemade attempt. As I laid in bed and thought about what to wear for work today, the nagging feeling of uncertainty came into my mind, and I got out of bed to change my template back to its original glory.
If you happened to be reading my blog at about 2:00am last night, you might have seen my not quite masterpiece. I am still debating about giving template design the old college try, but maybe realizing that I am happy with what I chose 2 ½ years ago.
I understand, apparently I suffer from some sort of change sickness, and even my inability to change has made its way into my cyber world.
Trying to get it all figured out. Hoping the weekend brings fun, excitement and some sort of normalcy back into our lives.
Good luck. And as always, God speed.
I was incredibly productive this morning and did more in my first hour than I sometimes do in a day. Yes, there were a lot of phone calls and minor fires that I had to put out, but I scurried around the office, getting out invoices, creating wonderfully crafted correspondence, stapling, collating and producing above average documents, of course, all with bouncy hair and impressive fashion choices.
As we got ready for lunch, I took a moment to ponder on my impressive productivity, and I soon realized what had helped me stay on task so well:
My ipod, or more appropriately, the lack of my ipod. Sure, I plugged it in, and I had even chosen a playlist to listen to this morning, but due to an immediate phone call, I never pushed play. And in fact the whole morning went by without any music.
This afternoon, full of Chinese food, surrounded by the dense heat that fills my non-windowed office most afternoons, and of course, music pouring from my awful computer speakers; production output has taken a holiday. Who knows, maybe we can rally before the end of the day?
Well dearest blog readers, after realizing that I had written 300 posts, I decided that perhaps it was time that we shook up my blog world and perhaps change the template of my blog.
There weren't really any pre-designed templates that screamed awesomeness to me, and not being overly confident with HTML, I debated a while about creating my own template. (I think I was sick the day we learned HTML in college. Yup, that’s right, college. I know, I know, some of you no doubt learned it elementary school. But then again, you have to remember that I am one of the few people you know that graduated from high school way back in the 20th Century.)
But I decided give blog template creating somewhat of a try. Realizing that my webpage designing skills were really lacking, I worked into the early morning hours to produce a mediocre template.
Tired both physically, as well as mentally from the project I had endeavoured to undertake, I quickly changed my current template for my overtly homemade attempt. As I laid in bed and thought about what to wear for work today, the nagging feeling of uncertainty came into my mind, and I got out of bed to change my template back to its original glory.
If you happened to be reading my blog at about 2:00am last night, you might have seen my not quite masterpiece. I am still debating about giving template design the old college try, but maybe realizing that I am happy with what I chose 2 ½ years ago.
I understand, apparently I suffer from some sort of change sickness, and even my inability to change has made its way into my cyber world.
Trying to get it all figured out. Hoping the weekend brings fun, excitement and some sort of normalcy back into our lives.
Good luck. And as always, God speed.
Thursday, March 06, 2008
We Just Sort Of Borrow A Bit From Those Who Can Afford It
I seriously had every intention not to write anything today to give you all a chance to get caught up on all of my numerous posts. (Almost at 300!). I am so slow moving today. I have been at the office for an hour already, and haven’t completed much. Hopefully things pick up this afternoon.
My car, I think, was ransacked, again. This is the second or third time this has happened since I have lived at my current house. But again, they didn’t really take anything. About $1.50 in change and my old cell phone charger. (Jokes on them, it doesn’t really work that well.) But everything else was still in my car, including the box of King Dons I forgot to bring into the house.
I really only figured out I had been robbed because my car door was still half-open this morning. I, in fact, was more concerned about my battery being run down all night than anything they took. But I am tired of people riffling through my stuff. So please, if you feel the need to steal from me, just ask and I will probably give you whatever you want out of my car.
Just a short one today.
Wishing Jenny more than luck.
Happy with all of our time with Flick this week.
Maybe looking forward to Show and Shine 2008.
Trying to not strangle any chickens.
Lots of love.
My car, I think, was ransacked, again. This is the second or third time this has happened since I have lived at my current house. But again, they didn’t really take anything. About $1.50 in change and my old cell phone charger. (Jokes on them, it doesn’t really work that well.) But everything else was still in my car, including the box of King Dons I forgot to bring into the house.
I really only figured out I had been robbed because my car door was still half-open this morning. I, in fact, was more concerned about my battery being run down all night than anything they took. But I am tired of people riffling through my stuff. So please, if you feel the need to steal from me, just ask and I will probably give you whatever you want out of my car.
Just a short one today.
Wishing Jenny more than luck.
Happy with all of our time with Flick this week.
Maybe looking forward to Show and Shine 2008.
Trying to not strangle any chickens.
Lots of love.
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
So Much To Say But No Words To Convey
There really are no words to describe today. I feel as if I have done three days worth of work in just one morning. But at least the week is nearing its end, and maybe tomorrow will be slower paced.
I am sorry to have yet another blog dedicated to the deficiencies I have found in dating, especially considering that 60+% of my readership is married. Maybe you have some light to shed on these situations.
This story is not my own but actually happened to a friend of mine. I called her at lunch to make sure that I could share this story and she just laughed and agreed that we should write a book of all of our dating tales.
A couple of weeks ago my friend met up with a guy and they had a pretty good initial conversation. A few days later, she got a message from him via Facebook that suggested that they get together one day to play their guitars. My friend wrote back, agreed that they should spend some time together and left her phone number for him to call and set up a time.
A couple of days without a phone call later, she checked her Facebook messages and found that this guy had written back. He was excited to spend more time with her, and then gave her his phone number; telling her to call if she wanted to get together.
Confused, my friend shared this story with us and asked us what to do next. Somehow, we couldn’t believe it, he had turned the tables on her. Now if they didn’t do something together, it was now her fault because, after all, he gave her his number.
The Call Me Clause, as I loving refer to it, appears to be making its way into almost every agreement we seem to make these days. Ownership of a situation has taken a big hit.
My friend never did call the guy to come over, and as a result, she never got a phone call from him either. But what if she had called him, then what? Here is another story.
So it was agreed that my friend and this guy should do something, he threw in the obligatory, “Call me” and so she did. She thought of something to do, and relayed the plan to the guy, who agreed that the plan sounded like fun, and then said, “Who all is coming?” Shocked, my friend stammered for a bit, never thinking the plan would include outside people. The guy said, “Well, I was thinking we could get a bunch of people together and go out.” My friend about passed out. What had happened? It seemed as if she now was responsible for planning a near ward activity.
Now I have to give my friend a standing ovation for what she did next. The rest of us have been in this situation and haven’t been able to come up with any contingency plan and have traded a quasi date for a group hangout.
My friend gathered her thoughts and her courage and said, “Well, you know what, I am not really a mood to hang out with a bunch a people, so I guess call me if you want to do something, sometime.” I don’t think she has heard from him since.
So, who is to blame? Is it the boys for apparently being so afraid of being alone with a girl that we need to travel in herds? Is it the girls for actually going along with these plans, thinking, something is better than nothing? Have we suggested a game of girls chase boys a little too long, that this has now become the norm?
In other oddly related news, one of the ladies at the office tried to set me up with her son. Recently divorced, three kids, oh yah, and he is 42. She was serious about it, and thought I “might be a good influence on him” Oh, did I mention that he just got out of rehab?
Here’s hoping things get a little better. Looking forward to our new Wednesday night tradition.
Lots of love.
I am sorry to have yet another blog dedicated to the deficiencies I have found in dating, especially considering that 60+% of my readership is married. Maybe you have some light to shed on these situations.
This story is not my own but actually happened to a friend of mine. I called her at lunch to make sure that I could share this story and she just laughed and agreed that we should write a book of all of our dating tales.
A couple of weeks ago my friend met up with a guy and they had a pretty good initial conversation. A few days later, she got a message from him via Facebook that suggested that they get together one day to play their guitars. My friend wrote back, agreed that they should spend some time together and left her phone number for him to call and set up a time.
A couple of days without a phone call later, she checked her Facebook messages and found that this guy had written back. He was excited to spend more time with her, and then gave her his phone number; telling her to call if she wanted to get together.
Confused, my friend shared this story with us and asked us what to do next. Somehow, we couldn’t believe it, he had turned the tables on her. Now if they didn’t do something together, it was now her fault because, after all, he gave her his number.
The Call Me Clause, as I loving refer to it, appears to be making its way into almost every agreement we seem to make these days. Ownership of a situation has taken a big hit.
My friend never did call the guy to come over, and as a result, she never got a phone call from him either. But what if she had called him, then what? Here is another story.
So it was agreed that my friend and this guy should do something, he threw in the obligatory, “Call me” and so she did. She thought of something to do, and relayed the plan to the guy, who agreed that the plan sounded like fun, and then said, “Who all is coming?” Shocked, my friend stammered for a bit, never thinking the plan would include outside people. The guy said, “Well, I was thinking we could get a bunch of people together and go out.” My friend about passed out. What had happened? It seemed as if she now was responsible for planning a near ward activity.
Now I have to give my friend a standing ovation for what she did next. The rest of us have been in this situation and haven’t been able to come up with any contingency plan and have traded a quasi date for a group hangout.
My friend gathered her thoughts and her courage and said, “Well, you know what, I am not really a mood to hang out with a bunch a people, so I guess call me if you want to do something, sometime.” I don’t think she has heard from him since.
So, who is to blame? Is it the boys for apparently being so afraid of being alone with a girl that we need to travel in herds? Is it the girls for actually going along with these plans, thinking, something is better than nothing? Have we suggested a game of girls chase boys a little too long, that this has now become the norm?
In other oddly related news, one of the ladies at the office tried to set me up with her son. Recently divorced, three kids, oh yah, and he is 42. She was serious about it, and thought I “might be a good influence on him” Oh, did I mention that he just got out of rehab?
Here’s hoping things get a little better. Looking forward to our new Wednesday night tradition.
Lots of love.
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Could It Really Be So Bad?
Among the things that I didn’t do last night was vote. I know, I know, please don’t yell at me, but let me explain.
In the still single digit years since I have been eligible to vote, I have voted in maybe 4 or 5 federal, provincial or municipal elections and I have come to the conclusion about every single one of them…they are boring.
I am not talking about the leaders nor the campaigning, I am talking about the actual voting process. Here is the story:
Not too long after my 18th birthday, a federal election was called. Excited to be voting in my first election, I prepared. I watched debates, I researched the various parties stance on my issues, I registered to vote and as I entered the elementary school with voter’s card in hand, I felt a surge of pride and duty.
But that is where it ended. We waited in a pretty long line for a while and we finally were given our ballots, and our small golf pencil. With head held high, I walked to the cardboard partition, sat down and studied the ballot.
Now, I know I wasn’t back there for more than 30 seconds when some older gentleman came up to me and ask if I “was done yet.” I quickly filled in my ballot, and went to ceremoniously place it in the ballot box.
My photo opp moment was cut short when one of the voting volunteers said to me, “You are going to have to be a lot quicker than this, we do have a long line to get through.” And then said, “You didn’t bring your pencil back! Hurry up and go get it.”
I raced back to get my pencil and then quickly out of the building embarrassed and disappointed. There were no hanging chads, there was no elaborate voting machine, there was no pomp and circumstance. There was basically just old people yelling at me.
I often wonder of others of my generation have had similar experience. Is this why voter apathy is so rampant? Why not make voting flashier and exciting? What about funny pencils to vote with, voting mascots, free balloons and hot dogs for voters.
Maybe it is important to vote out of civil duty, but would it hurt if you could win prizes?
Looking forward to doing up the next election in style.
March is not starting out with much a bang. I have now lived with my dear Jenny for a year. Although, it does, some days feel as if I have lived with her forever. We really have done a lot in the past year or at least run the gamut of emotions with each other. Here’s to another great year, wherever that might take place.
Although it is only Tuesday, I am already, maybe looking forward to the weekend.
I’m officially taking it down a notch.
Lots of love.
In the still single digit years since I have been eligible to vote, I have voted in maybe 4 or 5 federal, provincial or municipal elections and I have come to the conclusion about every single one of them…they are boring.
I am not talking about the leaders nor the campaigning, I am talking about the actual voting process. Here is the story:
Not too long after my 18th birthday, a federal election was called. Excited to be voting in my first election, I prepared. I watched debates, I researched the various parties stance on my issues, I registered to vote and as I entered the elementary school with voter’s card in hand, I felt a surge of pride and duty.
But that is where it ended. We waited in a pretty long line for a while and we finally were given our ballots, and our small golf pencil. With head held high, I walked to the cardboard partition, sat down and studied the ballot.
Now, I know I wasn’t back there for more than 30 seconds when some older gentleman came up to me and ask if I “was done yet.” I quickly filled in my ballot, and went to ceremoniously place it in the ballot box.
My photo opp moment was cut short when one of the voting volunteers said to me, “You are going to have to be a lot quicker than this, we do have a long line to get through.” And then said, “You didn’t bring your pencil back! Hurry up and go get it.”
I raced back to get my pencil and then quickly out of the building embarrassed and disappointed. There were no hanging chads, there was no elaborate voting machine, there was no pomp and circumstance. There was basically just old people yelling at me.
I often wonder of others of my generation have had similar experience. Is this why voter apathy is so rampant? Why not make voting flashier and exciting? What about funny pencils to vote with, voting mascots, free balloons and hot dogs for voters.
Maybe it is important to vote out of civil duty, but would it hurt if you could win prizes?
Looking forward to doing up the next election in style.
March is not starting out with much a bang. I have now lived with my dear Jenny for a year. Although, it does, some days feel as if I have lived with her forever. We really have done a lot in the past year or at least run the gamut of emotions with each other. Here’s to another great year, wherever that might take place.
Although it is only Tuesday, I am already, maybe looking forward to the weekend.
I’m officially taking it down a notch.
Lots of love.
Monday, March 03, 2008
Can't You Just Let Me Be?
Hey everyone, it’s March! Aren’t you excited? Only a few months until another glorious summer. Here’s hoping that we won’t have to sleep on our lawn this year, well, unless we want to.
The weekend was over much too quickly, and sadly, we got into hardly any trouble this weekend, even with the stupid Leap Year Day. Here is the weekend in a little nutshell:
Talked on my phone
Went to the mall
Ate delicious food
Laughed
Realized I don’t quite “get” Wes Anderson films
Stayed up late
Slept in
Talked on my phone
Got my car washed
Talked on my phone
Laughed
Ate food…not overly delicious
Stayed up late
Wished I could have slept in
Laughed
Ate waffles
Talked on the phone
Had a nap
Talked on the phone
Laughed
Actually made delicious food
Stayed up too late
Don’t you feel like you were there?
The waffles went just as I had dreamed that they would have. It really was a funny idea, and everyone seemed to enjoy them. Yes, we did blow a fuse or two (Jenny called it.) and we have enough butter and syrup to last us a while. Thanks for the credit, you know it wasn’t all me though. And look at us working like an awesome team again! Kinda looking forward to next month.
During Break the Fast yesterday, I had the ultimate privilege of learning about the inner psyche of males in YSA.
Three of the four guys that happen to be at my table started bragging about already going to three Sacrament Meeting to “look for prime real estate”. Now, I am not overly supportive of ward deserters, thinking there are plenty of times and places you can meet YSA not in your own ward, however I do understand where the idea to hit up several meetings would seem like something beneficial. But this wasn’t really the part that ruffled my feathers.
First of all, the fact that I would be compared to a house, or some other piece of property seemed pretty lame. I wasn’t offended in a Girl Power, “I ain’t no property of yours”*snap, snap* kinda way, but more the idea that someone would say that to sound cool, sounded, well, anything but cool.
Secondly, the boys proceeded to give a list of all the wards that produced hot girls. Sadly, my ward wasn’t on the list. However, the most amazing part is that these guys were, at the very, very best, average looking people. Did they really think they were going to win over some hot girl with their mediocre looks and lame one-liners?
Lastly, the idea that they had this quasi-braggy conversation in front of girls was brainless. Am I suppose to be impressed with your stupidity? Am I suppose to pine for you to one day put me on your “hot list”? Am I suppose to be wowed by your inability to attend a whole meeting block of church?
But mostly I was just sad that I was still single. Is this what my future may be? And if I don’t go along with these lame people, is that it, am a stuck in singleness forever?
Now, yes, before some of guys get all defensive, I realize that not all of you are like this and some of you actually might have a brain. And if you did feel the same way as the lame boys, you would be at least smart enough to not brag about it in front of girls. But why does it seem like the only people willing to make some sort of move, or any move, is the lame people?
Good luck to all of us. I am still laughing at the funniest break up story I have heard in a while, and wishing luck to all of my ladies with their various conquests. Someday there will be happiness in Nottingham. (I just wish I knew when.)
Lots of love.
The weekend was over much too quickly, and sadly, we got into hardly any trouble this weekend, even with the stupid Leap Year Day. Here is the weekend in a little nutshell:
Talked on my phone
Went to the mall
Ate delicious food
Laughed
Realized I don’t quite “get” Wes Anderson films
Stayed up late
Slept in
Talked on my phone
Got my car washed
Talked on my phone
Laughed
Ate food…not overly delicious
Stayed up late
Wished I could have slept in
Laughed
Ate waffles
Talked on the phone
Had a nap
Talked on the phone
Laughed
Actually made delicious food
Stayed up too late
Don’t you feel like you were there?
The waffles went just as I had dreamed that they would have. It really was a funny idea, and everyone seemed to enjoy them. Yes, we did blow a fuse or two (Jenny called it.) and we have enough butter and syrup to last us a while. Thanks for the credit, you know it wasn’t all me though. And look at us working like an awesome team again! Kinda looking forward to next month.
During Break the Fast yesterday, I had the ultimate privilege of learning about the inner psyche of males in YSA.
Three of the four guys that happen to be at my table started bragging about already going to three Sacrament Meeting to “look for prime real estate”. Now, I am not overly supportive of ward deserters, thinking there are plenty of times and places you can meet YSA not in your own ward, however I do understand where the idea to hit up several meetings would seem like something beneficial. But this wasn’t really the part that ruffled my feathers.
First of all, the fact that I would be compared to a house, or some other piece of property seemed pretty lame. I wasn’t offended in a Girl Power, “I ain’t no property of yours”*snap, snap* kinda way, but more the idea that someone would say that to sound cool, sounded, well, anything but cool.
Secondly, the boys proceeded to give a list of all the wards that produced hot girls. Sadly, my ward wasn’t on the list. However, the most amazing part is that these guys were, at the very, very best, average looking people. Did they really think they were going to win over some hot girl with their mediocre looks and lame one-liners?
Lastly, the idea that they had this quasi-braggy conversation in front of girls was brainless. Am I suppose to be impressed with your stupidity? Am I suppose to pine for you to one day put me on your “hot list”? Am I suppose to be wowed by your inability to attend a whole meeting block of church?
But mostly I was just sad that I was still single. Is this what my future may be? And if I don’t go along with these lame people, is that it, am a stuck in singleness forever?
Now, yes, before some of guys get all defensive, I realize that not all of you are like this and some of you actually might have a brain. And if you did feel the same way as the lame boys, you would be at least smart enough to not brag about it in front of girls. But why does it seem like the only people willing to make some sort of move, or any move, is the lame people?
Good luck to all of us. I am still laughing at the funniest break up story I have heard in a while, and wishing luck to all of my ladies with their various conquests. Someday there will be happiness in Nottingham. (I just wish I knew when.)
Lots of love.
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