Sunday, October 31, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
My weekend was...
Trivial Pursuit cards at an 80's theme diner with the roomie while we waited for our giant burgers. Did you know that the average woman's bra size in the 50's was 34B. I think I'm remembering that correctly...
relaxing at the movies watching the flick about the youngest billionaire ever. Thinking that I should quit Facebook. Then checking Facebook on my phone directly after the movie. Yeah...
going to dance class for the first time in a while and having that peaceful moment during warm up where I remember just how fun it is to live in this city.
going out with a new friend and realizing that sometimes you have to call it a night at 11 because you are just too darn tired.
sitting on the back of a U-Haul while I watched my favorite roommate move out and reflecting as all of my neighborhood walked by.
knowing that it will be me and that U-Haul soon.
What was your weekend?
Also, please take a moment to say a prayer or put some good thoughts out there in the universe for my blog bud, Summer, who lost her father this weekend. Summer, I am so sorry for your loss.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
Thursday, October 14, 2010
"Dear "M" - we hope to see you when we come back to New York. I
love you very much
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
I have seen this everywhere lately. And today I feel like I need to get a giant poster version and hang it all over my apartment. Lately, I have to remind myself to breathe. I got a lovely e-mail yesterday from a blog bud who mentioned it seems I have been having a hard time. It is quite obvious no matter how veiled and non-descript my posts are and I do appreciate the support.
The last thing I want is to be dramatic or a negative Nancy. Life is full of challenges and mine are very small in comparison to those who are so much less fortunate than I am and who have been so much more than I could even imagine. Still, we get bumps and bruises along the way. We flip out and cry and think that nothing will ever go our way. We would totally throw a giant tantrum in the middle of the aisle at the grocery store if it were still socially acceptable as an adult.
Feelings get hurt, disappointments abound, and we don't get it. It just isn't fair. Why do others get what we don't? Why do they have what we so badly want? What are we supposed to be learning from this and can we hurry up and learn it already so we can get to the good stuff?
I'm tired of asking these questions and I'm tired of posting thinly cloaked musings on why life seems not to be going my way these days. So I will sign off of that soapbox for a while and just keep calm and carry on.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
The new dress I am wearing from H&M. Unfortunately, their website kind of sucks and I don't have a picture but it was only $14.00 and is super cute! I also bought a new LBD (little black dress) on impulse without even trying it on first. I hope it fits because I hope to wear it to a friend's birthday party tomorrow night!
"paciencia y fe"
I keep saying those words over and over to myself. I am perhaps the world's most impatient person (and have been since uhh, before birth, as I was born 8 wks premature!) This week I am trying to focus on the idea that with patience and faith, things will work out the way I want them to.
Sh*t My Dad Says
Apparently, this guy is 29, from So Cal (woohoo!) and lives with his dad who says the most hilarious sh*t. He started a Twitter account and that became a book. I read the book while I was in the Hamptons over Labor Day weekend and could not stop laughing. You must ALL read it (and the Twitter feed!) These gems are my personal fave. This guy needs to be my father-in-law, I think.
"You don't have to be good to succeed. You just gotta be the least sh*tty option. Example: We're eating at The Olive Garden."
"See, you think I give a sh*t. Wrong. In fact, while you talk, I'm thinking; How can I give less of sh*t? That's why I look interested."
"Don’t focus on the one guy who hates you. You don’t go to the park and set your picnic down next to the only pile of dog sh*t."
Speaking of books, I am currently reading this one:
It is the book the new movie, The Social Network was based on. I'm about halfway through and can I just say I am not on Team Zuckerberg so far. Yet, I still checked my Facebook account this morning. Brilliant.
Today I love all the things I am thankful for: an amazing mom, a hilarious father who spent 15 minutes complaining to me about his "ear bob" (Bluetooth) and how he keeps "butt dialing" people with it the other day. (His words, not mine!), a sweet baby brother, true friends, opportunities, patience, faith, hope, tough times that give you perspective, and everything great that is yet to come. Good things.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Monday, October 4, 2010
I have been listening to it non-stop all afternoon. It is talking me down.
Guys, I am a bitter Betty today.
I normally avoid speaking in specifics about people in my life with the general understanding that I wouldn't want to find myself the center of a cyberspace rant. Add to that the (possibly irrational) fear that someone I date will discover loads of bloggy goodies about himself on this little space and my cardinal blog rule that specifics about family and friends are way off limits. Finish off with the fact that I simply don't want to bore you all with the same shizz over and over again.
But I must, again, talk about the dating.
Oh, dating. How I harbor a general disdain for you. Except when things are going well. Then I love you to bits. Natch.
Enter the most recent dude. He expressed interest. A lot of it. My phone was blowin' up (to use an expression I can't stand.) At first I maintained a healthy amount of skepticism. "What exactly is behind a gentleman's constant attention?" a true lady must ask herself. But he seemed to like to talk to me and I liked talking to him so I went with it.
Then the inevitable happened.
I started to have expectations. Expectations in keeping with the precedent HE set and in keeping with my gender. It is a curse really. When that voice in your head starts screaming on the second date it is sometimes hard to get her to shut the hell up. But I didn't go psycho girl if that is what you are thinking. All was kept light and airy. Fun. I can do fun!
Two nice dates were had. I admit I goofed on the second one and chose a movie that should never, ever be seen by second daters. It was tres depressing! So when we parted that night I was feeling sheepishly stupid but no harm, no foul. Right?
The goodbye was weird.
Kiss of death. I have been on enough dates to know that something was not right in Wooville. I tried to resusscitate things over the next couple of days but it all just flatlined. I mean, he was gone. As in no forwarding address. Disappeared. F'ing agreed to go out again, acted interested and then adios.
Yep, I am. And I hate that I feel like this makes me just one cat short of a crazy lady. But y'all saw my list. Out of all the lucky lads on that list I can count on my fingers (and exclude the thumb!) how many guys I have liked. He made that short list! But women are crazy. They want too much too fast. Far be it for us to expect a guy to set a precedent of being interested then stick with it. Hell, they don't have to stick with it. Just have the courtesy to inform us when you aren't going to. We've all been there. We've all had the "It's not you. It's me." conversation. Everyone knows it is fake but it is the right thing to do.
Mr. Gable he made me like him! I didn't wanna do it. (Well, I did but you get the point.) And now it is back to the drawing board. And since this is my pity post and I will act crazy if I want to, I finish with the stereotypical flourish:
Friday, October 1, 2010
Hope is not pretending that troubles don't exist.
It is the trust that they will not last forever,
that hurts will be healed and difficulties overcome.
It is faith that a source of strength and renewal lies within,
to lead us through the dark into sunshine.