Ok, let's just chalk up that other post to my sleep deprived self.
An update:
Tuesday date guy (aka likely still married guy) cancelled our date. I received a text stating that his boss needed him to finish something up.
Um, according to his profile, HE'S the boss. Hmmmm
Many follow up texts from him - at one point I responded - 'Shouldn't you be working?'
That stopped the texts for the night.
I woke up to several more. One of which said something about me being mad. I responded how I was amazed that after a week or so of only texts and emails how he could know my mood. I stated I was not mad, that things happen. More texts from him.
I'm still convinced he's still married. Have not rescheduled anything yet.
Haven't heard from Friday date to set a plan. I sent him an email this morning letting him know I'm excited, and mentioned a couple of bars that I think would be good to meet at. I hope he responds, but the way my week is going, I have the feeling he'll blow me off.
I'm back to expect the worst and (kinda) hope for the best.
Sadly - One glaring life lesson came out of last night.
I was super bummed, beyond bummed, teary actually. I reached out to a couple of people, and announced my cancelled plans on facebook.
Turns out I no longer have a person in my life who would drop what they were doing because I needed them. I miss that. Being honest - for most of the time I was friends with Laura, I had that with her. She was the one who would come running, often without being asked, to be there for me. I knew I would miss that, even though she hasn't been that for me in many years.
So, of my bunches and bunches of friends, last night I had no one. Ok, not true. RM (previously referred to here as Eldest StepSis) offered to come over and bring beer. Selfishly, she's not the one I wanted to cry to. So, I had one person.
So, here I sit. Kinda hopeful for Friday's date, kinda sure he's going to cancel or blow me off.
What was I thinking?
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Looking for l o v e
Wow. Time really does fly, especially in the summer time.
I'm back to having some troubles sleeping. I don't know why really. I think it is affecting my ability to put finger to keyboard and write something for you.
Let's see - what's new.
I may or may not have misbehaved quite a bit last weekend. Oh, I may have. But, you know some things should just be left alone.
So
I'm kind of on the market. I guess. As in, actively seeking a man. Like a long term husbandy kind of man. Sure, I may be crazy, but like I said, I'm not sleeping.
So
I rejoined this website I was on a few years ago. Things are going......okish. I've got one first meeting tonight, and I was excited about it. But then I did some google stalking (as all smart women should do before a first meeting), and I have a suspicion that he might be married. His profile says he's divorced. I've asked Shannon to also stalk, and see if she comes up with the same conclusion. Anyway - now the conundrum is not what do I wear, but how do I figure out if he is still married, without giving my stalking away? Stay tuned.
I was supposed to have another first meeting tomorrow night. I found myself having to talk myself in to going on that one, so I thought about it and decided to cancel. Wanting to keep on the right side of karma, I sent as lovely and nice an email as I could. I pretty much said that I was looking for a serious long term thing, and him being separated and not divorced did not put us on the same page. Points to me for not mentioning that he is two inches shorter than me, unemployed, and waaaaay too schmoopy from the outset. It was a win when I got a very nice response letting me know that he understood, and said if I change my mind, I can contact him.
I have another tentative first meeting scheduled for Friday. Now THIS one I am pretty hopeful about. Only a couple years older than me, very tall, very cute. We've had some nice online chats. During a chat he said he'd like to take me out. We settled on this Friday night for drinks. I bite my fingernails in anticipation of the solidifying of the plans. I really really hope this one happens. I have a good feeling about him. Of course, me being me, when he asked me if I wanted to go out, I said "Sure. Are you married or a serial killer?" His response was "Well, yes. I am a married serial killer who lives in my mom's basement" My response? "Perfect." See, he can roll.
So, here's hoping something awesome this way comes. I'm ready, I think, to let go of all of the misbehaving go nowhere things, and maybe be a grownup. Or at least, a lady.
Yeah, I can't read that last sentence without laughing either.
I'm back to having some troubles sleeping. I don't know why really. I think it is affecting my ability to put finger to keyboard and write something for you.
Let's see - what's new.
I may or may not have misbehaved quite a bit last weekend. Oh, I may have. But, you know some things should just be left alone.
So
I'm kind of on the market. I guess. As in, actively seeking a man. Like a long term husbandy kind of man. Sure, I may be crazy, but like I said, I'm not sleeping.
So
I rejoined this website I was on a few years ago. Things are going......okish. I've got one first meeting tonight, and I was excited about it. But then I did some google stalking (as all smart women should do before a first meeting), and I have a suspicion that he might be married. His profile says he's divorced. I've asked Shannon to also stalk, and see if she comes up with the same conclusion. Anyway - now the conundrum is not what do I wear, but how do I figure out if he is still married, without giving my stalking away? Stay tuned.
I was supposed to have another first meeting tomorrow night. I found myself having to talk myself in to going on that one, so I thought about it and decided to cancel. Wanting to keep on the right side of karma, I sent as lovely and nice an email as I could. I pretty much said that I was looking for a serious long term thing, and him being separated and not divorced did not put us on the same page. Points to me for not mentioning that he is two inches shorter than me, unemployed, and waaaaay too schmoopy from the outset. It was a win when I got a very nice response letting me know that he understood, and said if I change my mind, I can contact him.
I have another tentative first meeting scheduled for Friday. Now THIS one I am pretty hopeful about. Only a couple years older than me, very tall, very cute. We've had some nice online chats. During a chat he said he'd like to take me out. We settled on this Friday night for drinks. I bite my fingernails in anticipation of the solidifying of the plans. I really really hope this one happens. I have a good feeling about him. Of course, me being me, when he asked me if I wanted to go out, I said "Sure. Are you married or a serial killer?" His response was "Well, yes. I am a married serial killer who lives in my mom's basement" My response? "Perfect." See, he can roll.
So, here's hoping something awesome this way comes. I'm ready, I think, to let go of all of the misbehaving go nowhere things, and maybe be a grownup. Or at least, a lady.
Yeah, I can't read that last sentence without laughing either.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
I guess maybe I am.....
People often like to tell me that I am the busiest person they know.
Like I don't already know that.
Because I am one of the busiest people in the universe.
Part of that is because I have a job that I love that pays the bills, AND I have another job that I love that I do strictly out of love.
Last weekend was 75% about that job. Friday and Sunday I had the honor of working the first ever Square Roots Festival in Lincoln Square. Something something craft beers, something something local restaurants, something something wares and trinkets.....for me it was all about the music.
Sunday, I worked the merch. Ahem, for you non-musical folks, I looked after the artist merchandise. I met many lovely people.
Friday night, I was stage manager for one of our outdoor stages (we had four stages total, that's how we roll at the OTSFM). I had the pleasure of working with Garland Jeffries and his band, as well as the Hoyle Brothers.
Here's a picture of Garland and his band, from my vantage point:
The other 25% of my weekend? Rocking the F out at Mayhem Fest with two of my awesome friends. There was Anthrax, there was Motorhead, and there was SLAYER. We left before Slipknot.
So, I guess it's true - I am busier than anyone I know, but I am having one hell of a kick ass time.....
Like I don't already know that.
Because I am one of the busiest people in the universe.
Part of that is because I have a job that I love that pays the bills, AND I have another job that I love that I do strictly out of love.
Last weekend was 75% about that job. Friday and Sunday I had the honor of working the first ever Square Roots Festival in Lincoln Square. Something something craft beers, something something local restaurants, something something wares and trinkets.....for me it was all about the music.
Sunday, I worked the merch. Ahem, for you non-musical folks, I looked after the artist merchandise. I met many lovely people.
Friday night, I was stage manager for one of our outdoor stages (we had four stages total, that's how we roll at the OTSFM). I had the pleasure of working with Garland Jeffries and his band, as well as the Hoyle Brothers.
Here's a picture of Garland and his band, from my vantage point:
The other 25% of my weekend? Rocking the F out at Mayhem Fest with two of my awesome friends. There was Anthrax, there was Motorhead, and there was SLAYER. We left before Slipknot.
So, I guess it's true - I am busier than anyone I know, but I am having one hell of a kick ass time.....
Fridge Note:
Quick apology to all of you,
Sorry for being so far on the defense last week that I wound up on the offense.
So, for that I apologize
Thankfully some of you like me enough to call me out on my shenanigans.
Sorry for being so far on the defense last week that I wound up on the offense.
So, for that I apologize
Thankfully some of you like me enough to call me out on my shenanigans.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Thanking the Big Guy
**Pre post statement - I really couldn't care less your thoughts on God, so please, don't post them in the comments, m'kay? **
So, last night - I came very very close to being a gigantic moron.
Or, I WAS a gigantic moron last night, and missed very bad things by the skin of my teeth.
I was driving home from dinner with friends around 9:30ish. It was pouring rain - lots of thunder, lightning, wind, etc.
I decided I wanted to call my friend. Well, my phone was being stupid, so I spent a good amount of time trying to call my friend and not watching the road.
I looked up, and all of the cars in front of me were stopped and they were CLOSE.
I slammed on the brakes, hydro-planed, tensed up my whole body for the pending collision.
That never happened.
Somehow, I was able to stop my car mere inches from the car in front of me, and the car behind me was able to swerver off to the right to avoid hitting me.
What should have been a four car mash up was a big old scary nothing.
I have zero explanation for this other than divine intervention. For real.
I am equally ashamed and grateful. I can't believe I was so very careless.
I'm never touching my cell phone again when I'm driving. Never.
My entire upper body aches today, I'm guessing it's due to the mega-tensing up bracing I did.
So, stay smarter than me, and stay uninjured.
So, last night - I came very very close to being a gigantic moron.
Or, I WAS a gigantic moron last night, and missed very bad things by the skin of my teeth.
I was driving home from dinner with friends around 9:30ish. It was pouring rain - lots of thunder, lightning, wind, etc.
I decided I wanted to call my friend. Well, my phone was being stupid, so I spent a good amount of time trying to call my friend and not watching the road.
I looked up, and all of the cars in front of me were stopped and they were CLOSE.
I slammed on the brakes, hydro-planed, tensed up my whole body for the pending collision.
That never happened.
Somehow, I was able to stop my car mere inches from the car in front of me, and the car behind me was able to swerver off to the right to avoid hitting me.
What should have been a four car mash up was a big old scary nothing.
I have zero explanation for this other than divine intervention. For real.
I am equally ashamed and grateful. I can't believe I was so very careless.
I'm never touching my cell phone again when I'm driving. Never.
My entire upper body aches today, I'm guessing it's due to the mega-tensing up bracing I did.
So, stay smarter than me, and stay uninjured.
Fridge Note:
I appreciate all of your concern on the last post.
BUT
You all kinda missed the point.
And I feel, maybe, it was intentional?
Fat not a comfortable topic?
Anyway - thanks again for your concern. Message received.
BUT
You all kinda missed the point.
And I feel, maybe, it was intentional?
Fat not a comfortable topic?
Anyway - thanks again for your concern. Message received.
Friday, July 13, 2012
Just this once
I know that a while ago I stated on this here blog that I would not be using this medium as a way to talk about HAES and body positive views.
And I meant it.
I'm still not going to do that.
This blog is a mis-anthropic, no set topic, humor blog.
Or, the ramblings of a crazy angry me.
Anyway.
I'm just writing this post to vent, because this happened last night and it's still on my mind.
I was driving home from the train station to my house. I drive down a side street with many stop signs. One of the stop signs is a part of a four way stop, and the cross street is a major "busy" street.
I'm pretty aware at this intersection, because the cars on the busier cross street treat their stop sign as a suggestion rather than something they have to do.
Did I mention, I'm a pretty aggressive driver in general? Well, I am.....anyway.....
So, I pull to my stop sign as Car on the right is stopping and now going. SO, it's MY turn.
Second car on the right doesn't care, and he's going to go. Well, I don't give a shit, I'm already heading across the intersection, and I have the right of way, and I'm not stopping.
He inches up, I keep going, our game of chicken ends with me going (inches from his front bumper) and me, showing him the middle finger of my pretty new manicure.
He turns and follows me to the red light.
He gets in the non-lane next to me, and starts yelling.
I yell back.
We argue for a bit (Ok, I know this is not a good idea, he may have a weapon and I get that, but I was pissed).
All of my statements were profanity free and statements of fact.
He was running out of argument - so he went for my jugular:
"Don't be made because you a fat bitch. Don't be mad cuz you just fat."
My response:
"I'm mad because you are an asshole who doesn't know how to drive"
"Fatty fat bitch. Fat......"
He then rolls up his window and peals away with an extremely illegal right turn.
Um, I'm pretty sure he's patting himself on the back for "winning" that argument.
What bothers me is this:
The way strangers - either in a confrontation, or just because they feel like it - like to use the word FAT at me as an insult, a put down, something awful.
My head is not in the clouds, yes, I am fat - it's a statement of fact, much like I am blond, I am smart, I am adorable and well liked. I am fat is just a part of who I am.
I'm mad because he thought, as do many strangers, that calling me fat makes the whole thing an automatic win. They are proud that they said it.
I'm tired of it. I think what bothers the haters most of all is that I am not only fat, but fat and self-confident (90% of the time), fat and having a great time, fat and has lots of friends, fat and has an interesting fucking life. Apparently I can have none of these good things, because to them the only thing they see is F A T.
I spend a lot of time reminding the people in my life that they have Value - not only to me, but to others (so many uncountable others) and should therefore value themselves. This one stupid incident is going to make me work twice as hard to remind myself that I too have value.
So, dear readers - you may be tall, short, fat, thin, black, blue, blond, brunette, stupid, smart, shy, etc, but I value you.
Thank God my fingers aren't too damn fat for me to type with.
And I meant it.
I'm still not going to do that.
This blog is a mis-anthropic, no set topic, humor blog.
Or, the ramblings of a crazy angry me.
Anyway.
I'm just writing this post to vent, because this happened last night and it's still on my mind.
I was driving home from the train station to my house. I drive down a side street with many stop signs. One of the stop signs is a part of a four way stop, and the cross street is a major "busy" street.
I'm pretty aware at this intersection, because the cars on the busier cross street treat their stop sign as a suggestion rather than something they have to do.
Did I mention, I'm a pretty aggressive driver in general? Well, I am.....anyway.....
So, I pull to my stop sign as Car on the right is stopping and now going. SO, it's MY turn.
Second car on the right doesn't care, and he's going to go. Well, I don't give a shit, I'm already heading across the intersection, and I have the right of way, and I'm not stopping.
He inches up, I keep going, our game of chicken ends with me going (inches from his front bumper) and me, showing him the middle finger of my pretty new manicure.
He turns and follows me to the red light.
He gets in the non-lane next to me, and starts yelling.
I yell back.
We argue for a bit (Ok, I know this is not a good idea, he may have a weapon and I get that, but I was pissed).
All of my statements were profanity free and statements of fact.
He was running out of argument - so he went for my jugular:
"Don't be made because you a fat bitch. Don't be mad cuz you just fat."
My response:
"I'm mad because you are an asshole who doesn't know how to drive"
"Fatty fat bitch. Fat......"
He then rolls up his window and peals away with an extremely illegal right turn.
Um, I'm pretty sure he's patting himself on the back for "winning" that argument.
What bothers me is this:
The way strangers - either in a confrontation, or just because they feel like it - like to use the word FAT at me as an insult, a put down, something awful.
My head is not in the clouds, yes, I am fat - it's a statement of fact, much like I am blond, I am smart, I am adorable and well liked. I am fat is just a part of who I am.
I'm mad because he thought, as do many strangers, that calling me fat makes the whole thing an automatic win. They are proud that they said it.
I'm tired of it. I think what bothers the haters most of all is that I am not only fat, but fat and self-confident (90% of the time), fat and having a great time, fat and has lots of friends, fat and has an interesting fucking life. Apparently I can have none of these good things, because to them the only thing they see is F A T.
I spend a lot of time reminding the people in my life that they have Value - not only to me, but to others (so many uncountable others) and should therefore value themselves. This one stupid incident is going to make me work twice as hard to remind myself that I too have value.
So, dear readers - you may be tall, short, fat, thin, black, blue, blond, brunette, stupid, smart, shy, etc, but I value you.
Thank God my fingers aren't too damn fat for me to type with.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
VonBubbles
I woke up this morning.
The sun was breaking through some scattery purpley clouds.
My knees both hurt a little less.
I slept well, but still had weird dreams. But I slept well.
I heard three great songs on my way to the train station this morning.
I got to my job that I love, even after 4 years, 11 months and 29 days.
I had some yummy iced decaf.
My hair looks fabulous.
I'm thinking it's time to change my ways a little.
As in, I'm going to be more like her:
Monday, July 9, 2012
Not too much
I wish I had some wicked awesome stories for you from vacation, but I really don't.
It was hotter than whatever, even in Michigan, pretty much the whole time.
Wednesday we went to see Brave.
Thursday we had breakfast at Cracker Barrel.
Friday I sat in the house all day.
Saturday I sat in the house all day. Saturday night the massive heat finally broke. We were at the neighbors' house for dinner and fireworks. After that we went back to the house and had some more fireworks.
Sunday was a beautiful day. Breakfast on the deck, and a quick boat ride.
Then we came home.
That's pretty much it. Ok, not true.
There was:
I came in to work this morning and realized Wednesday is my 5th anniversary at this job. Sigh. I remember my first day like it was yesterday. I hope for 5 x 5 x 5 years more.....
It was hotter than whatever, even in Michigan, pretty much the whole time.
Wednesday we went to see Brave.
Thursday we had breakfast at Cracker Barrel.
Friday I sat in the house all day.
Saturday I sat in the house all day. Saturday night the massive heat finally broke. We were at the neighbors' house for dinner and fireworks. After that we went back to the house and had some more fireworks.
Sunday was a beautiful day. Breakfast on the deck, and a quick boat ride.
Then we came home.
That's pretty much it. Ok, not true.
There was:
- drinking
- eating
- playing games - I am very good at 7 Wonders!!
- drinking
- napping
- reading
- drinking
- sleeping late
- laughing
- and oh, did I mention drinking?
I came in to work this morning and realized Wednesday is my 5th anniversary at this job. Sigh. I remember my first day like it was yesterday. I hope for 5 x 5 x 5 years more.....
Monday, July 2, 2012
Happy happy
Wow.
Time sure got away from me, sorry for the delay.
And that's enough of that........
BUT:
If anyone wants to make me a tshirt that says: Full of Misery (on the front) and Obviously Extreme Jealousy (on the back) in a very cool way, I'd be forever grateful and will wear it just about every day, since every one who knows and actually loves me knows what a complete bunch of b.s. those two statements are.
ANYWAY
So, I had another fantastic and amazing weekend. I'm still pretty happy just because of it.
Friday night I went to see Tesla and the Scorpions at Northerly Island. I'd never been there, and it did not disappoint as far as venues go. The sound was great, it doesn't hold that many, so even our "cheap seats" were good. I went w K, we go to a lot of concerts together. Telsa was awesome, they played all of the good stuff, closing with Little Susie, which is K's favorite song. The Scorpions were really amazing, considering their kinda advanced years. The weather was starting to get a little scary, the wind picked up, it got chilly, and then the lightning started.......but the actual rain held off until after the last chord of "Rock you like a Hurricane". Like Mother Nature was giving mad props to the Scorps, and let them finish. My aching knees only got us so far, and I ordered up an Uber car for us. It took less than ten minutes to arrive, and we got home super quick in air conditioned lincoln town car luxury.
Saturday was breakfast with VonMom. Which, you know I have grown to enjoy. VonSis came along this time, and somehow that made VonMom a little weird and kinda cranky. No matter.
Saturday evening I hopped on the ole Metra train and headed out to visit with Brando and TLB. Well, kinda forgot that that is the train that goes to Ravinia. Saturday night was Sarah McLaughlin, and the train was PACKED with granola lesbians. Not the best of times, but well worth the misery to hang out with two of my favorite people. I attempted to bribe Libby into friendship with coloring books - not sure if it worked. Brought along some cherry and raspberry lambics to bribe Brando and TLB and those did work. We had a lovely time with some fantastic food. The train home was less crunchy, and I was grateful for that.
Sunday VonMom and I had lunch with my God-mother. I dig her the most. She's awesome, and had been one of VonDad's best friends since they were kids. She thinks I'm cool. She loves all of my stories. We went to Baker's Square (forgive me, not MY choice) where I ran in to two different people that I take the train with every day. Kinda funny, didn't know Baker's Square was the big Metra Meet up locale.
Now, I have to work a grand total of 1 1/2 days, and then the tricycle of awesome rides for Michigan. Ahhhh, my annual rest and recuperation week. We won't be back until sometime on Sunday. So, you won't be hearing from me. There is no internet where we are going, and I'm ok with that.
So, have a wonderful holiday, kiss your babies, appreciate your friends, and I'll be back next week.
Time sure got away from me, sorry for the delay.
And that's enough of that........
BUT:
If anyone wants to make me a tshirt that says: Full of Misery (on the front) and Obviously Extreme Jealousy (on the back) in a very cool way, I'd be forever grateful and will wear it just about every day, since every one who knows and actually loves me knows what a complete bunch of b.s. those two statements are.
ANYWAY
So, I had another fantastic and amazing weekend. I'm still pretty happy just because of it.
Friday night I went to see Tesla and the Scorpions at Northerly Island. I'd never been there, and it did not disappoint as far as venues go. The sound was great, it doesn't hold that many, so even our "cheap seats" were good. I went w K, we go to a lot of concerts together. Telsa was awesome, they played all of the good stuff, closing with Little Susie, which is K's favorite song. The Scorpions were really amazing, considering their kinda advanced years. The weather was starting to get a little scary, the wind picked up, it got chilly, and then the lightning started.......but the actual rain held off until after the last chord of "Rock you like a Hurricane". Like Mother Nature was giving mad props to the Scorps, and let them finish. My aching knees only got us so far, and I ordered up an Uber car for us. It took less than ten minutes to arrive, and we got home super quick in air conditioned lincoln town car luxury.
Saturday was breakfast with VonMom. Which, you know I have grown to enjoy. VonSis came along this time, and somehow that made VonMom a little weird and kinda cranky. No matter.
Saturday evening I hopped on the ole Metra train and headed out to visit with Brando and TLB. Well, kinda forgot that that is the train that goes to Ravinia. Saturday night was Sarah McLaughlin, and the train was PACKED with granola lesbians. Not the best of times, but well worth the misery to hang out with two of my favorite people. I attempted to bribe Libby into friendship with coloring books - not sure if it worked. Brought along some cherry and raspberry lambics to bribe Brando and TLB and those did work. We had a lovely time with some fantastic food. The train home was less crunchy, and I was grateful for that.
Sunday VonMom and I had lunch with my God-mother. I dig her the most. She's awesome, and had been one of VonDad's best friends since they were kids. She thinks I'm cool. She loves all of my stories. We went to Baker's Square (forgive me, not MY choice) where I ran in to two different people that I take the train with every day. Kinda funny, didn't know Baker's Square was the big Metra Meet up locale.
Now, I have to work a grand total of 1 1/2 days, and then the tricycle of awesome rides for Michigan. Ahhhh, my annual rest and recuperation week. We won't be back until sometime on Sunday. So, you won't be hearing from me. There is no internet where we are going, and I'm ok with that.
So, have a wonderful holiday, kiss your babies, appreciate your friends, and I'll be back next week.
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
The return of the transparency project
I've been getting more and more of a short fuse lately about all of the:
So, instead of ruining "friendships" and having people drop me in their rage, I'm fighting back with the Return of the Transparency Project.
It's really boring as fuck all*
So, each day I will be posting the most mundane details I can think of at 6:45 am.
Here's part of it:
I am wearing pants and an orange shirt. My eyes itch. My mood is fair to middlin' (yesterday)
Today I let teh FB know that I had a dream about zombies; that I am wearing a black dress to kinda hide the fact that my nail polish is black this week; and that my headband has a big metal flower on it.
Is this going to drive people crazy? God, I hope so.
Is this going to make people be a little more aware of the piles of crap that they themselves are posting? GOD I HOPE SO.
* = "fuck all" is my new favorite swear term. I'm still working out the kinks, but I'm totally going to make it a thing
- Intentionally cryptic
- Intentionally vague (Vaguebooking)
- First world problems whines
- Passive/aggressive to the nth degree
- Self obssessed small minded
So, instead of ruining "friendships" and having people drop me in their rage, I'm fighting back with the Return of the Transparency Project.
It's really boring as fuck all*
So, each day I will be posting the most mundane details I can think of at 6:45 am.
Here's part of it:
I am wearing pants and an orange shirt. My eyes itch. My mood is fair to middlin' (yesterday)
Today I let teh FB know that I had a dream about zombies; that I am wearing a black dress to kinda hide the fact that my nail polish is black this week; and that my headband has a big metal flower on it.
Is this going to drive people crazy? God, I hope so.
Is this going to make people be a little more aware of the piles of crap that they themselves are posting? GOD I HOPE SO.
* = "fuck all" is my new favorite swear term. I'm still working out the kinks, but I'm totally going to make it a thing
Friday, June 8, 2012
Dad
Here's my Dad.
I don't think I was there when this was taken, and I don't know when it was taken.
I know that he was in his yard, probably enjoying a hot dog and some fries with any number of his kids and grandkids.
I know he was happy when it was taken.
I love this picture.
Happy Birthday, Dad.
Thursday, June 7, 2012
The reason
I won't be blogging much in June.
There's a good reason.
This Saturday, the 9th is (would have been? Was?) my Dad's birthday. He would have been 72.
Next Sunday - my first Father's Day without my Dad.
Saturday the 23rd - My Mom's birthday, her first without my Dad.
I can barely get out of bed in the morning, much less write anything entertaining.
That whole "time makes it better" thing? Bull shit.
So I think it best to spare you my misery and just not post. I'll be around, commenting here and there.
But I don't really feel like writing a bunch of posts about him.
I am SO glad that last year for Father's day, I did write a post about/for my Dad. I also posted it on teh FB, so he was able to read it.
I remember I asked him if he read it. I gave me a little half smile, and there was a questioning look in his eyes. He said "Yep. I read it. Very nice, Von."
I wonder if he was trying to tell me something. I feel now like he knew that I knew that something wasn't quite right, even then, in June.
So just do me a favor - that person that you love most above all others? Tell them so.
There's a good reason.
This Saturday, the 9th is (would have been? Was?) my Dad's birthday. He would have been 72.
Next Sunday - my first Father's Day without my Dad.
Saturday the 23rd - My Mom's birthday, her first without my Dad.
I can barely get out of bed in the morning, much less write anything entertaining.
That whole "time makes it better" thing? Bull shit.
So I think it best to spare you my misery and just not post. I'll be around, commenting here and there.
But I don't really feel like writing a bunch of posts about him.
I am SO glad that last year for Father's day, I did write a post about/for my Dad. I also posted it on teh FB, so he was able to read it.
I remember I asked him if he read it. I gave me a little half smile, and there was a questioning look in his eyes. He said "Yep. I read it. Very nice, Von."
I wonder if he was trying to tell me something. I feel now like he knew that I knew that something wasn't quite right, even then, in June.
So just do me a favor - that person that you love most above all others? Tell them so.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
But then....
So, y'all read why I'd want to move away.
I felt that way for the better part of a week. Then, this happened.
5/25: I met Brando and TLB for dinner and drinks. It was a lovely evening - warm enough to sit outside (with the heaters on) and spend some time. We had a great time. I drove home that night thinking about how I really like those two, and I hope that we can become better friends and spend more time together. Me being me, I had even told them that I'd like to hang out more often, and that I meant it. They agreed.
5/26: I went to the movies with John and Toni. John's parents joined us (a surprise to me) and I gave them great big hugs. As I watched the previews and looked over at these people, I realized that John and Toni are more family than friends, and I wouldn't be the same without them.
5/26: I worked a show at Old Town. It was an interesting show, something I'd likely not see anywhere else.
5/27: I went to Mars Cheese Castle with delightful God-daughter and her mom. It was 90+ degrees out, the car had no a/c, and yet we had such a fun time. Picking on God-daughter, making silly jokes about nothing. I gave them both big sweaty hugs good bye and told them I loved them. I thanked C a million times for taking me to the Cheese Castle. She looked at me like I was crazy. She thinks that when I need or want something, it's just on her to take care of it.
5/27: I went to a BBQ at T&C's house. T is someone I have known for years, but we have just recently started hanging out more. I really only know T&C, and not any of their friends. Their friends are very interesting and nice. Always willing to talk to the person (me) that didn't know anyone. I was included in many conversations, and it was nice that a handful of the people that I had met once before remembered me.
I left there realizing that there are millions of interesting people out in the world, and yes, even some in Chicago that I have yet to meet. There are also quite a few people that, while I have broken ground on a friendship, I have not put enough time or effort in to them. I need to work on that.
5/28: Another hot day, and a few plans in the hopper. I cancelled all my plans. I was exhausted and my house was a mess.
While I sat on my couch in the a/c that day, I let my mind wander over the past few days.
I had spent some time with some amazing people. People who I care a lot about. People who I could care a lot about. Some new, some old, some family, some little more than acquaintances, but overall - it was the people that made the weekend, not the things I was doing.
So, if I stay here longer than I think I will, it will be the people that keep me here.
And I'm actually ok with that.
I felt that way for the better part of a week. Then, this happened.
5/25: I met Brando and TLB for dinner and drinks. It was a lovely evening - warm enough to sit outside (with the heaters on) and spend some time. We had a great time. I drove home that night thinking about how I really like those two, and I hope that we can become better friends and spend more time together. Me being me, I had even told them that I'd like to hang out more often, and that I meant it. They agreed.
5/26: I went to the movies with John and Toni. John's parents joined us (a surprise to me) and I gave them great big hugs. As I watched the previews and looked over at these people, I realized that John and Toni are more family than friends, and I wouldn't be the same without them.
5/26: I worked a show at Old Town. It was an interesting show, something I'd likely not see anywhere else.
5/27: I went to Mars Cheese Castle with delightful God-daughter and her mom. It was 90+ degrees out, the car had no a/c, and yet we had such a fun time. Picking on God-daughter, making silly jokes about nothing. I gave them both big sweaty hugs good bye and told them I loved them. I thanked C a million times for taking me to the Cheese Castle. She looked at me like I was crazy. She thinks that when I need or want something, it's just on her to take care of it.
5/27: I went to a BBQ at T&C's house. T is someone I have known for years, but we have just recently started hanging out more. I really only know T&C, and not any of their friends. Their friends are very interesting and nice. Always willing to talk to the person (me) that didn't know anyone. I was included in many conversations, and it was nice that a handful of the people that I had met once before remembered me.
I left there realizing that there are millions of interesting people out in the world, and yes, even some in Chicago that I have yet to meet. There are also quite a few people that, while I have broken ground on a friendship, I have not put enough time or effort in to them. I need to work on that.
5/28: Another hot day, and a few plans in the hopper. I cancelled all my plans. I was exhausted and my house was a mess.
While I sat on my couch in the a/c that day, I let my mind wander over the past few days.
I had spent some time with some amazing people. People who I care a lot about. People who I could care a lot about. Some new, some old, some family, some little more than acquaintances, but overall - it was the people that made the weekend, not the things I was doing.
So, if I stay here longer than I think I will, it will be the people that keep me here.
And I'm actually ok with that.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
My ramble about moving away.....someday
By no means am I too stupid or too romantic to think that if I moved away (say, to Denver) that my life would change forever for the good. I would not immediately find a husband, a great job, get out of debt, get healthier.
I know these things.
About seven years ago, I considered a move. A big one. I was offered a job in Florida, not long after I called off my wedding. My parents were delighted, VonDad most of all. He offered to buy me a computer and a plane ticket home every Christmas. Pretty sure VonMom had visions of me exercising on the beach, eating only fruits, veggies, and fresh seafood. Either way, they were pretty pumped. I was too. A little scared, but pretty much set on my course.
Then, VonDad got sick. It wasn't much, not life-threatening, and I realized that this big move I had planned would take me away from here, from my family forever. That I was making a permanent change.
I didn't sleep for weeks, and finally I called the wonderful man who had offered me the job. I explained my position, and ultimately turned down the job. He was so gracious about the whole thing. He even told me that he respected me for thinking things all the way through.
I put my wanderlust and all thoughts of moving away on a shelf.
Then, VonDad passed away.
Not long after, VonMom said that she knows deep down that someday I will leave, and it will be permanent. I told her she's probably right. It's a known fact that I stayed here for my dad, and really no one else.
Again, I don't have stars in my eyes. If I give it any serious thought, I get all nervous and my stomach gets all clenchy.
Then, I went to Denver, for the second time.
I know that I would be riding the coat tails of all of the things that C has already done. His friends would become my friends, and for a while at least - his social life would be my social life.
I also know (for a fact), that I would look completely different than I do now. I'd have purple or blue or pink hair (all of it, not just streaks that I can hide). I'd have at least a dozen more tattoos. I'd wear all of the fun rocker grrrl jewelry I own. I'd get to wear my pink tights, and fun dresses.
I know all of these things because I could practically taste them when I was there.
I've always known that I stifle all of the creative things I want to do with my appearance here. There are very few people here who get it (who get ME, actually), that would understand that that is how I truly feel I should look, that is how I'd be most comfortable in my own skin. My family and (many if not most of my) friends would look at me like I lost my marbles. Certain members of my family would yell at me, and try to shame me back down to "normal".
I know that this is no one's fault by mine. I made choices and decisions along the way in life that have brought me to where I am now. To have the job I have, I do have to follow certain standards of dress, and this does include my hair color. I choose to keep my tattoos coverable (for now), because I expect to get a certain level of employment, and I do feel that people are unfairly judged by things like number of earrings and tattoos in general.
Knowing that I did this to myself, knowing that I have to stay like this for a long while still, this does not make the itch go away. My first tattoo was 20 years ago now. I have not, and likely never will, lose the desire to get more. I have the next three already planned out. I just have not had the time nor the money to go get them done.
Don't worry, dear reader - I am clearly not going anywhere any time soon. I refuse to move away from here until I have my stupid debts paid down - if not completely then at least significantly. I also will not move without some cash in the bank. I'd rather not go without a job lined up.
Oh, and that's the major current hang up - believe it or not, I LOVE both of my jobs. I really do. My day job feels like it was made just for me, and I am so proud of all I have built up at it. Plus, I work for the most amazing company I am likely to ever work for, and I would never throw that away. My other job I campaigned and prayed and hoped for for longer than I care to admit. And I have only had that job for about a year. There is no way that I am ready to walk away from it. I may find something similar to it, or something else in music, but I will never have these wonderful people again.
I'm not making excuses. I'm just laying it out there, like I always do, for your reading pleasure.
I'd love to go. Someday. I don't see myself in Chicago in 10 years. My four most likely towns are: Denver, Portland, Seattle, Boston. These aren't in any order, and strangely I have never been to Portland or Seattle, I just have a feeling.
But, for now, dear readers, you're stuck with me.
I know these things.
About seven years ago, I considered a move. A big one. I was offered a job in Florida, not long after I called off my wedding. My parents were delighted, VonDad most of all. He offered to buy me a computer and a plane ticket home every Christmas. Pretty sure VonMom had visions of me exercising on the beach, eating only fruits, veggies, and fresh seafood. Either way, they were pretty pumped. I was too. A little scared, but pretty much set on my course.
Then, VonDad got sick. It wasn't much, not life-threatening, and I realized that this big move I had planned would take me away from here, from my family forever. That I was making a permanent change.
I didn't sleep for weeks, and finally I called the wonderful man who had offered me the job. I explained my position, and ultimately turned down the job. He was so gracious about the whole thing. He even told me that he respected me for thinking things all the way through.
I put my wanderlust and all thoughts of moving away on a shelf.
Then, VonDad passed away.
Not long after, VonMom said that she knows deep down that someday I will leave, and it will be permanent. I told her she's probably right. It's a known fact that I stayed here for my dad, and really no one else.
Again, I don't have stars in my eyes. If I give it any serious thought, I get all nervous and my stomach gets all clenchy.
Then, I went to Denver, for the second time.
I know that I would be riding the coat tails of all of the things that C has already done. His friends would become my friends, and for a while at least - his social life would be my social life.
I also know (for a fact), that I would look completely different than I do now. I'd have purple or blue or pink hair (all of it, not just streaks that I can hide). I'd have at least a dozen more tattoos. I'd wear all of the fun rocker grrrl jewelry I own. I'd get to wear my pink tights, and fun dresses.
I know all of these things because I could practically taste them when I was there.
I've always known that I stifle all of the creative things I want to do with my appearance here. There are very few people here who get it (who get ME, actually), that would understand that that is how I truly feel I should look, that is how I'd be most comfortable in my own skin. My family and (many if not most of my) friends would look at me like I lost my marbles. Certain members of my family would yell at me, and try to shame me back down to "normal".
I know that this is no one's fault by mine. I made choices and decisions along the way in life that have brought me to where I am now. To have the job I have, I do have to follow certain standards of dress, and this does include my hair color. I choose to keep my tattoos coverable (for now), because I expect to get a certain level of employment, and I do feel that people are unfairly judged by things like number of earrings and tattoos in general.
Knowing that I did this to myself, knowing that I have to stay like this for a long while still, this does not make the itch go away. My first tattoo was 20 years ago now. I have not, and likely never will, lose the desire to get more. I have the next three already planned out. I just have not had the time nor the money to go get them done.
Don't worry, dear reader - I am clearly not going anywhere any time soon. I refuse to move away from here until I have my stupid debts paid down - if not completely then at least significantly. I also will not move without some cash in the bank. I'd rather not go without a job lined up.
Oh, and that's the major current hang up - believe it or not, I LOVE both of my jobs. I really do. My day job feels like it was made just for me, and I am so proud of all I have built up at it. Plus, I work for the most amazing company I am likely to ever work for, and I would never throw that away. My other job I campaigned and prayed and hoped for for longer than I care to admit. And I have only had that job for about a year. There is no way that I am ready to walk away from it. I may find something similar to it, or something else in music, but I will never have these wonderful people again.
I'm not making excuses. I'm just laying it out there, like I always do, for your reading pleasure.
I'd love to go. Someday. I don't see myself in Chicago in 10 years. My four most likely towns are: Denver, Portland, Seattle, Boston. These aren't in any order, and strangely I have never been to Portland or Seattle, I just have a feeling.
But, for now, dear reader
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
A.D. (after Denver)
There isn't a whole lot to say about the fourth day in Denver.
We went up up up another mountain to Golden, to see Buffalo Bill's grave.
C took the scary windy way, and I got a little sick.
The end.
Ok, now I have a whole post to write about how I felt when I got home. How I felt for almost a whole week.
For the second time in my life, I gave some very serious thought to moving away from Chicago.
------------------------to be continued-------------------------
We went up up up another mountain to Golden, to see Buffalo Bill's grave.
C took the scary windy way, and I got a little sick.
The end.
Ok, now I have a whole post to write about how I felt when I got home. How I felt for almost a whole week.
For the second time in my life, I gave some very serious thought to moving away from Chicago.
------------------------to be continued-------------------------
Friday, May 25, 2012
Denver, Day 3
I woke up around 8. Then 9. Then 10.
I waited until 10:15, then hearing nothing, I went upstairs to see what C was up to.
He was up to.....sleeping.
So, I did what any good house guest would do, I jumped on him.
"Get up! Get up! Get up! Entertain me!"
He tried to throw me off, but this was not happening.
"What are we doing today?!?!"
"GF had an idea - she said we should go see the Stanley Hotel. You know, the haunted one, from The Shining."
"Yes! We should! Is she coming with us?"
"Nooooo. She's still messed up about screwing up with you last night, and she's going to need all day to gear up to see you again later at the BBQ."
We decided to go to this hot dog joint - Uber Sausage for breakfast. I had my first ever bison dog - it was amazing. C had some sort of bratwurst thing. They had homemade chips with 12 different seasoning salts you can top them with. So delicious.
Headed up to Estes Park. It was a lovely drive the whole way, and we did some more catching up. I got a classy farmer's tan on my right arm. Up up up we go, and we're there!!
Big spooky hotel.
With a haunted tour that starts in 5 minutes.
We hustle off to buy our tickets and join the group. Our tour guide was a nerd, but a cute one, and we were excited.
"C! Let's play Ghost Hunters!"
"The whole tour?"
"YES!"
"YES!"
It was a 90 minute tour that started out a little more history than scary. Then things changed.
On the landing of the grand staircase, I felt a creepy chill across the back of my neck and right shoulder. A moment later the guide stated that there is no air conditioning in any common areas of the hotel. Aaaaaand it was hot and muggy that day. I didn't mention it to C.
On the fourth floor (the most haunted floor), we stopped as a group by a door. The guide asked for a volunteer to stand against the door. Once in a while, when someone does that, there will be a knocking from the other side of the door. He opened the door to show us that there was a wall behind the door that went almost to the floor - not enough room for someone to be standing on the other side to knock. Whatever. We rolled our eyes. The group moved on, and I told C to stand against the door....
"bang bang bang!" and C was flying off the door. I, of course, decided he was b.s.ing me, that he had knocked on the door. He swore up and down that he didn't. I still did not believe him.
A little later on the tour, we were in a long hallway and all of the sudden, C whips his head around to look behind him. He almost spins around in a circle. He investigates the bottom of his shirt. I ignore him. Not a minute later, the guide tells the story how the hallway is known for the ghosts of children running around and tugging on people's pants and shirts. C swears this happened too.
I don't know whether or not to believe him, but it was fun either way.
After the tour we were wandering around outside, and C found a statue of a bear, laying on it's back. This is when C straddled the bear and said "Take my picture!" I did. Ahhh, C, the same as always.
We mortified a couple of people with this, so we decided it was time to go. On the way back to the car, we spotted an eagle. I looooove birds of prey of all kinds, so I just kinda stood there, watching this gigantic thing soaring around.
Headed back to Denver, to go to a BBQ at one of C's friend's houses. GF is there waiting for us. To her credit, she was (mostly) sober, and seemingly contrite. We ended up having a blast there. We watched the eclipse, saw some cobag staple band fliers to his head. I counted rainbow hair colors and tattoos. I stood next to an incredibly tall marijuana plant. Turns out all of the people at the BBQ were in bands. I was surprised at how well they all got along. Not something I think I'd see here at home. I was handed a sticker with the greatest witty band name I've ever heard on it - The Cattle Axe (say it out loud, I'll wait) - which is going on my car.
We decided to go back to C's house to have some drinks. GF was also coming.
Back when C called to tell me he was getting divorced, I had sent him a flask filled with the best Scotch I own - Jura single malt 16 year. He had saved it for when we could drink it together. He brought out that flask, a bottle of Colorado Whiskey, and some beers. C, GF and I sat around eating really bad Denver pizza, drinking and chatting. It was the perfect evening, actually. Also found out that evening that GF is looking for a job, and hopes to go out of state, likely NC or ME. NOW I think she is ok! If this "relationship" has an end date, I can deal with it a while longer.......
I waited until 10:15, then hearing nothing, I went upstairs to see what C was up to.
He was up to.....sleeping.
So, I did what any good house guest would do, I jumped on him.
"Get up! Get up! Get up! Entertain me!"
He tried to throw me off, but this was not happening.
"What are we doing today?!?!"
"GF had an idea - she said we should go see the Stanley Hotel. You know, the haunted one, from The Shining."
"Yes! We should! Is she coming with us?"
"Nooooo. She's still messed up about screwing up with you last night, and she's going to need all day to gear up to see you again later at the BBQ."
We decided to go to this hot dog joint - Uber Sausage for breakfast. I had my first ever bison dog - it was amazing. C had some sort of bratwurst thing. They had homemade chips with 12 different seasoning salts you can top them with. So delicious.
Headed up to Estes Park. It was a lovely drive the whole way, and we did some more catching up. I got a classy farmer's tan on my right arm. Up up up we go, and we're there!!
Big spooky hotel.
With a haunted tour that starts in 5 minutes.
We hustle off to buy our tickets and join the group. Our tour guide was a nerd, but a cute one, and we were excited.
"C! Let's play Ghost Hunters!"
"The whole tour?"
"YES!"
"YES!"
It was a 90 minute tour that started out a little more history than scary. Then things changed.
On the landing of the grand staircase, I felt a creepy chill across the back of my neck and right shoulder. A moment later the guide stated that there is no air conditioning in any common areas of the hotel. Aaaaaand it was hot and muggy that day. I didn't mention it to C.
On the fourth floor (the most haunted floor), we stopped as a group by a door. The guide asked for a volunteer to stand against the door. Once in a while, when someone does that, there will be a knocking from the other side of the door. He opened the door to show us that there was a wall behind the door that went almost to the floor - not enough room for someone to be standing on the other side to knock. Whatever. We rolled our eyes. The group moved on, and I told C to stand against the door....
"bang bang bang!" and C was flying off the door. I, of course, decided he was b.s.ing me, that he had knocked on the door. He swore up and down that he didn't. I still did not believe him.
A little later on the tour, we were in a long hallway and all of the sudden, C whips his head around to look behind him. He almost spins around in a circle. He investigates the bottom of his shirt. I ignore him. Not a minute later, the guide tells the story how the hallway is known for the ghosts of children running around and tugging on people's pants and shirts. C swears this happened too.
I don't know whether or not to believe him, but it was fun either way.
After the tour we were wandering around outside, and C found a statue of a bear, laying on it's back. This is when C straddled the bear and said "Take my picture!" I did. Ahhh, C, the same as always.
We mortified a couple of people with this, so we decided it was time to go. On the way back to the car, we spotted an eagle. I looooove birds of prey of all kinds, so I just kinda stood there, watching this gigantic thing soaring around.
Headed back to Denver, to go to a BBQ at one of C's friend's houses. GF is there waiting for us. To her credit, she was (mostly) sober, and seemingly contrite. We ended up having a blast there. We watched the eclipse, saw some cobag staple band fliers to his head. I counted rainbow hair colors and tattoos. I stood next to an incredibly tall marijuana plant. Turns out all of the people at the BBQ were in bands. I was surprised at how well they all got along. Not something I think I'd see here at home. I was handed a sticker with the greatest witty band name I've ever heard on it - The Cattle Axe (say it out loud, I'll wait) - which is going on my car.
We decided to go back to C's house to have some drinks. GF was also coming.
Back when C called to tell me he was getting divorced, I had sent him a flask filled with the best Scotch I own - Jura single malt 16 year. He had saved it for when we could drink it together. He brought out that flask, a bottle of Colorado Whiskey, and some beers. C, GF and I sat around eating really bad Denver pizza, drinking and chatting. It was the perfect evening, actually. Also found out that evening that GF is looking for a job, and hopes to go out of state, likely NC or ME. NOW I think she is ok! If this "relationship" has an end date, I can deal with it a while longer.......
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Denver Day 2
Then, things got a little ugly.....
C had to go to work on Saturday. This, I knew. It was agreed that I would do whatever I wanted until he got home from work. Which could include staying at the house and relaxing.
Since we got home around 3am, and since I drank A LOT, I decided to sleep in.
11:30, I wake up to C's ex wife SuperBitch standing over me. Backstory - the whole reason I went to Denver was to check on C, because his wife, SuperBitch cheated on him. They are stuck kinda sharing the house until they can sell it in November. I hate SuperBitch for what she did to C. SuperBitch teaches piano out of the house on Saturdays.
"Um. Von? I need to know what you are going to do today. My classes end about 2:45, and I'm going to need you out of the house after that. I don't want you in the house when no one is here...."
"SuperBitch? If I wanted your shit, I'd guy buy it at Walmart and Claire's and Hot Topic.....I wouldn't bother to steal it from you...."
"I, um....:"
"Let me text C, see what's up."
I text C, he immediately calls me, then immediately calls her. I decide I don't want to deal with the drama, so I jump in the shower. While I'm drying off, there's a knock at the door:
"**sniff sniff** Von? Can I talk to you for a minute?**blows nose**
"Well, I'm naked,but whatever...."
"No! NO, just come upstairs when you have a second...."
Grumble,sigh, fuck me....
I get dressed and head upstairs. Pounding headache, hunger pangs and all....
For the next HOUR, SB tries to convince me that she never cheated on C. That he was terrorizing her. All lies and b.s. She sobbed and sobbed and sobbed.
I'll save you the details. Suffice to say, I let down the nice shield, and gave her the business. Some of my better statements:
"You really don't know how hard it is for me to not climb over this table and beat the shit out of you, do you?"
"Friends? We were never friends. I don't do friends who are unbelievable sluts"
"Please, SB, give me a reason to hit you"
"You are a heinous bitch. The worst part is, everyone knows what you did, yet you still continue to lie about it. This makes you pathetic."
After an hour of this, I told her I was going to go for a walk and to get something to eat. I made her promise she'd be there when I got back. Ok, well, it went more like this "God help you if you lock me out, and C has to leave work early to come let me in...."
I went for a walk. I found Taco Bell (God loves me!!!). I checked my phone. C had called 9 times. I called him back. Apparently he had visions of me pinning SB to the floor by the throat and punching her in the face repeatedly. I assured him that this did not happen, and would fill him in on everything later.
Got back to the house, SB was there, just standing in the middle of the living room. I walked past her and went down to the basement. She followed me down and said
"Well, I guess I will never see you or talk to you again..." more tears
"Yep."
She left, I slept.
Saturday evening was a whole lot of plans. First C and I went to get something to eat, and to catch up. I told him all of my business, he judged me, forgave me, and we moved on.
Went to a nicer bar/restaurant for his friend's 30th birthday party. Of course, she thought I was hilarious and awesome, and offered to take me out on Monday. LOVED HER.
Of course, she is NOT the girl C is dating now.
Off to meet C's girlfriend. Drama part two coming up!! Can you just feel it?!?
We went to this amazing venue called The Gothic Theater to see a band that C knows. - They're called Nautilus, check them out -
C finds GF and walks up to her. GF is HAMMERED and wants to make out with C. Did I mention, GF is hammered? She's slurring and trying to say Hi, but it's not happening.
I go to the bathroom and have a little talk with myself. It went like this:
'Von. Calm down. You are 10 years older than this little shit. You already had a lengthy fight with SB today. Time to try to be nice again, m'kay?'
I walk over to the bar, where GF is leaning with her friend. I smile and offer to buy them beers.
GF spins around to look at me, glares at me, says "Who ARE you?!?" and kinda falls over. Her friend looks at me all 'I'm sorry!' and waves me off.
Yep. Fuck it. I'm finished.
I walk back over to C. He says "So?"
"Well, the BAND was great!!"
"What does that mean?"
"GF, she's wasted, I'm not down. Baaaaad first impression."
C immediately get pissed at me, says "What, she can't get drunk?"
I say fuck it, and go sit down. I didn't figure that was the time or the place to tell him about the "beer incident"
Apparently, GF's friend decided to tell him. He asked me why I didn't tell him. I ignored him and drank myself silly.
Drama drama drama, GF is coherent enough to know that she messed up with me, big time. There's tears (Von makes people cry out of state too!!), and C putting her in someone's car and sending her home. He's now not mad at me at all, and kinda embarrassed. We watch another band - Black Lamb look them up too - and leave.
We then went over to the bar he works at, Bender's, and I'm obsessed with that place. The people are awesome, it's huge, and I'm pretty sure if I lived there I'd be at Bender's just about every night.
Evening saved.
1:30ish, head home, time for bed........
C had to go to work on Saturday. This, I knew. It was agreed that I would do whatever I wanted until he got home from work. Which could include staying at the house and relaxing.
Since we got home around 3am, and since I drank A LOT, I decided to sleep in.
11:30, I wake up to C's ex wife SuperBitch standing over me. Backstory - the whole reason I went to Denver was to check on C, because his wife, SuperBitch cheated on him. They are stuck kinda sharing the house until they can sell it in November. I hate SuperBitch for what she did to C. SuperBitch teaches piano out of the house on Saturdays.
"Um. Von? I need to know what you are going to do today. My classes end about 2:45, and I'm going to need you out of the house after that. I don't want you in the house when no one is here...."
"SuperBitch? If I wanted your shit, I'd guy buy it at Walmart and Claire's and Hot Topic.....I wouldn't bother to steal it from you...."
"I, um....:"
"Let me text C, see what's up."
I text C, he immediately calls me, then immediately calls her. I decide I don't want to deal with the drama, so I jump in the shower. While I'm drying off, there's a knock at the door:
"**sniff sniff** Von? Can I talk to you for a minute?**blows nose**
"Well, I'm naked,but whatever...."
"No! NO, just come upstairs when you have a second...."
Grumble,sigh, fuck me....
I get dressed and head upstairs. Pounding headache, hunger pangs and all....
For the next HOUR, SB tries to convince me that she never cheated on C. That he was terrorizing her. All lies and b.s. She sobbed and sobbed and sobbed.
I'll save you the details. Suffice to say, I let down the nice shield, and gave her the business. Some of my better statements:
"You really don't know how hard it is for me to not climb over this table and beat the shit out of you, do you?"
"Friends? We were never friends. I don't do friends who are unbelievable sluts"
"Please, SB, give me a reason to hit you"
"You are a heinous bitch. The worst part is, everyone knows what you did, yet you still continue to lie about it. This makes you pathetic."
After an hour of this, I told her I was going to go for a walk and to get something to eat. I made her promise she'd be there when I got back. Ok, well, it went more like this "God help you if you lock me out, and C has to leave work early to come let me in...."
I went for a walk. I found Taco Bell (God loves me!!!). I checked my phone. C had called 9 times. I called him back. Apparently he had visions of me pinning SB to the floor by the throat and punching her in the face repeatedly. I assured him that this did not happen, and would fill him in on everything later.
Got back to the house, SB was there, just standing in the middle of the living room. I walked past her and went down to the basement. She followed me down and said
"Well, I guess I will never see you or talk to you again..." more tears
"Yep."
She left, I slept.
Saturday evening was a whole lot of plans. First C and I went to get something to eat, and to catch up. I told him all of my business, he judged me, forgave me, and we moved on.
Went to a nicer bar/restaurant for his friend's 30th birthday party. Of course, she thought I was hilarious and awesome, and offered to take me out on Monday. LOVED HER.
Of course, she is NOT the girl C is dating now.
Off to meet C's girlfriend. Drama part two coming up!! Can you just feel it?!?
We went to this amazing venue called The Gothic Theater to see a band that C knows. - They're called Nautilus, check them out -
C finds GF and walks up to her. GF is HAMMERED and wants to make out with C. Did I mention, GF is hammered? She's slurring and trying to say Hi, but it's not happening.
I go to the bathroom and have a little talk with myself. It went like this:
'Von. Calm down. You are 10 years older than this little shit. You already had a lengthy fight with SB today. Time to try to be nice again, m'kay?'
I walk over to the bar, where GF is leaning with her friend. I smile and offer to buy them beers.
GF spins around to look at me, glares at me, says "Who ARE you?!?" and kinda falls over. Her friend looks at me all 'I'm sorry!' and waves me off.
Yep. Fuck it. I'm finished.
I walk back over to C. He says "So?"
"Well, the BAND was great!!"
"What does that mean?"
"GF, she's wasted, I'm not down. Baaaaad first impression."
C immediately get pissed at me, says "What, she can't get drunk?"
I say fuck it, and go sit down. I didn't figure that was the time or the place to tell him about the "beer incident"
Apparently, GF's friend decided to tell him. He asked me why I didn't tell him. I ignored him and drank myself silly.
Drama drama drama, GF is coherent enough to know that she messed up with me, big time. There's tears (Von makes people cry out of state too!!), and C putting her in someone's car and sending her home. He's now not mad at me at all, and kinda embarrassed. We watch another band - Black Lamb look them up too - and leave.
We then went over to the bar he works at, Bender's, and I'm obsessed with that place. The people are awesome, it's huge, and I'm pretty sure if I lived there I'd be at Bender's just about every night.
Evening saved.
1:30ish, head home, time for bed........
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Denver - Day 1
I had such an amazing fantastic drama-filled time in Colorado, I'm making it a mini-series of blog posts.
Day 1
Got to Denver no problems. It's hot as Hades, and I'm a little nervous as no actual "plan" was made on where C was going to pick me up. I headed out to the American arrivals area (I only had to ask one person for directions) and waited.
Up pulled C - all speeding and slamming on the brakes and grinning.
There was a gigantic long hug, and then we were off.
C had to go back to work for the afternoon, so we agreed he'd drop me off downtown.
He dropped me off near 16th Street Mall. I wandered around looking for something to eat, and ultimately ended up at the Hard Rock Cafe - don't judge, they had air conditioning and inside seating available. I ordered up a very large beverage and some snacks and then another very large beverage or two.
After I was full and tipsy, I headed back out. I found this free shuttle bus thingy that takes you all up and down 16th Street. I rode it's full length twice, and made note of some places I wanted to go. I lept off at the Money Museum, giddy with the notion that they would give me some $$. No such luck. Wandered around some more, found the Aveda Institute. While I was getting a manicure, I mulled over the idea of getting a burgundy stripe in my hair. Decided I didn't have time that day, but would return on Saturday to do it.
Ah.....Starbucks.
C called and asked me to meet him "Up the Capital" and gave me some vague cross streets.
I only had to ask two people how to get there. I guess "Up the Capital" means up the very steep hill to the Actual Capital.
We headed over to his band mate's house to load up for the show that night. I walk in to this lovely house only to be met by the largest dog I have ever seen in my life - Dakota, the super sized Great Dane. Dakota was busy eating a cow or something when we walked in, so he ignored me. Only later, after he sized me up and figured out what a sucker I am for canines, did we make friends. And by make friends I mean Dakota thought it would be awesome to sit on my lap. I couldn't breathe for a while there, but it was ok.
We headed up to Fort Collins in the Band Van - I felt so.......cool? Anyway, sitting in the band van, having some beers, getting to know C's band. Awesome.
Get to Ft Collins, have my first ever Five Guys burger. Um, yes, please - I will have to find the nearest FG in Chicago. Go back over to Road 34 Bike Shop - This is a bicycle shop / deli / bar / music venue - I shit you not.
Anyway, head back over there, see C's band play. They were pretty good, considering the piss-poor sound tech and that it was the drummer's first show with them. Beers were DIRT cheap, I mean dirt cheap. Got my drink on, then got stuck at the bar until the very end. C and I were a little annoyed we had to stay that late, so we sent each other text messages mocking not only the closing band, but also the other bar patrons. Oh, we were standing next to each other while we were texting!
Headed back to Denver, finally got to C's house around 3:30 am.
I could already tell, this was going to be one kick ass weekend......
Day 1
Got to Denver no problems. It's hot as Hades, and I'm a little nervous as no actual "plan" was made on where C was going to pick me up. I headed out to the American arrivals area (I only had to ask one person for directions) and waited.
Up pulled C - all speeding and slamming on the brakes and grinning.
There was a gigantic long hug, and then we were off.
C had to go back to work for the afternoon, so we agreed he'd drop me off downtown.
He dropped me off near 16th Street Mall. I wandered around looking for something to eat, and ultimately ended up at the Hard Rock Cafe - don't judge, they had air conditioning and inside seating available. I ordered up a very large beverage and some snacks and then another very large beverage or two.
After I was full and tipsy, I headed back out. I found this free shuttle bus thingy that takes you all up and down 16th Street. I rode it's full length twice, and made note of some places I wanted to go. I lept off at the Money Museum, giddy with the notion that they would give me some $$. No such luck. Wandered around some more, found the Aveda Institute. While I was getting a manicure, I mulled over the idea of getting a burgundy stripe in my hair. Decided I didn't have time that day, but would return on Saturday to do it.
Ah.....Starbucks.
C called and asked me to meet him "Up the Capital" and gave me some vague cross streets.
I only had to ask two people how to get there. I guess "Up the Capital" means up the very steep hill to the Actual Capital.
We headed over to his band mate's house to load up for the show that night. I walk in to this lovely house only to be met by the largest dog I have ever seen in my life - Dakota, the super sized Great Dane. Dakota was busy eating a cow or something when we walked in, so he ignored me. Only later, after he sized me up and figured out what a sucker I am for canines, did we make friends. And by make friends I mean Dakota thought it would be awesome to sit on my lap. I couldn't breathe for a while there, but it was ok.
We headed up to Fort Collins in the Band Van - I felt so.......cool? Anyway, sitting in the band van, having some beers, getting to know C's band. Awesome.
Get to Ft Collins, have my first ever Five Guys burger. Um, yes, please - I will have to find the nearest FG in Chicago. Go back over to Road 34 Bike Shop - This is a bicycle shop / deli / bar / music venue - I shit you not.
Anyway, head back over there, see C's band play. They were pretty good, considering the piss-poor sound tech and that it was the drummer's first show with them. Beers were DIRT cheap, I mean dirt cheap. Got my drink on, then got stuck at the bar until the very end. C and I were a little annoyed we had to stay that late, so we sent each other text messages mocking not only the closing band, but also the other bar patrons. Oh, we were standing next to each other while we were texting!
Headed back to Denver, finally got to C's house around 3:30 am.
I could already tell, this was going to be one kick ass weekend......
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Uh oh
it's.....NATO!
Or, as I've begun calling it, NATOggedon. Remember Snowmaggedon Chicagoans? This is like that, but longer and more annoying.
My train? Packed. Wicked packed. Wussy suburbanites who can't sit their precious asses in traffic have started infiltrating my mode of transportation. OH AND on Monday there are all these horrendous rules for the trains - no backpacks, no bottles of water, no food, no bag bigger than this x this, no breathing, no talking, no nothing at all!
My walking around downtown land? Awful - trust fund baby "protesters" with their $500 designer pre-torn up jeans, iPhones, Bulgari watches and look-at-me-I'm-bad-ass faux-hawks aplenty. I'd really like to ask just one of them if they can fully explain to me what they are protesting, but I don't have the time or bail money......
My office building? Still the least secure building in the entire downtown area. Their idea of "enhanced safety measures" include laminated badges that a 2nd grader with some free time can duplicate (no photo, no bar code, nothing), a thin nylon thing that prevents you from going up a flight of stairs, a security dude outside "walking the perimeter" (which translates to ogling chicks). Yep, I feel so safe now!! And from who? Protesters? Terrorists? Not quite sure on that one.
The lazy people at work, the ones who beg for a snow day the second the flurries start, have begun their campaigns to work from home Friday and Monday. Mmm hmmm - I am SO sure that you will be actually working! In the safety of your living room, with your kids climbing all over you, your t.v. on, etc. You're right! You are totally trying this b.s. for your own well-being!
Everyone who does not live in the Chicagoland area - please stop asking me about NATO. I don't have an inside track on it, I am not an expert on any NATO related topic, and honestly I could care less.
Oh, and guess what!?!?!? Y'all know how incredibly smart I am, right?
Yours truly is FLYING OUT OF CHICAGO ON FRIDAY AND BACK IN ON MONDAY. Yep, that was the brightest decision I've made all year!!! O'Hare airport, in the middle of NATO traveling traffic. Lucky me. At least that should make for some interesting blogging next week......
Or, as I've begun calling it, NATOggedon. Remember Snowmaggedon Chicagoans? This is like that, but longer and more annoying.
My train? Packed. Wicked packed. Wussy suburbanites who can't sit their precious asses in traffic have started infiltrating my mode of transportation. OH AND on Monday there are all these horrendous rules for the trains - no backpacks, no bottles of water, no food, no bag bigger than this x this, no breathing, no talking, no nothing at all!
My walking around downtown land? Awful - trust fund baby "protesters" with their $500 designer pre-torn up jeans, iPhones, Bulgari watches and look-at-me-I'm-bad-ass faux-hawks aplenty. I'd really like to ask just one of them if they can fully explain to me what they are protesting, but I don't have the time or bail money......
My office building? Still the least secure building in the entire downtown area. Their idea of "enhanced safety measures" include laminated badges that a 2nd grader with some free time can duplicate (no photo, no bar code, nothing), a thin nylon thing that prevents you from going up a flight of stairs, a security dude outside "walking the perimeter" (which translates to ogling chicks). Yep, I feel so safe now!! And from who? Protesters? Terrorists? Not quite sure on that one.
The lazy people at work, the ones who beg for a snow day the second the flurries start, have begun their campaigns to work from home Friday and Monday. Mmm hmmm - I am SO sure that you will be actually working! In the safety of your living room, with your kids climbing all over you, your t.v. on, etc. You're right! You are totally trying this b.s. for your own well-being!
Everyone who does not live in the Chicagoland area - please stop asking me about NATO. I don't have an inside track on it, I am not an expert on any NATO related topic, and honestly I could care less.
Oh, and guess what!?!?!? Y'all know how incredibly smart I am, right?
Yours truly is FLYING OUT OF CHICAGO ON FRIDAY AND BACK IN ON MONDAY. Yep, that was the brightest decision I've made all year!!! O'Hare airport, in the middle of NATO traveling traffic. Lucky me. At least that should make for some interesting blogging next week......
Friday, May 11, 2012
Good deed
My good deeds do not come cheap.
I try to be kind to strangers, but typically when I do, something bites me in the ass.
So, I've kinda stopped doing it.
Unless something like today happens.
This morning on the train, there was this woman sitting in the seat in front of me. She's very pretty, put together, quiet. I usually do not pay her any mind.
Today, though, she started having major allergy issues. Sneezing, coughing, etc.
I said "God bless you", but tried to ignore the rest.
So, all of this was happening as we are getting close to the station, so the aisle was full of people. I noticed this dude kept looking over at the sneezing lady. Finally she gave him the look of death and put up her hands like "What!?!?!?"
He quickly looked away and turned red.
She sighed.
I tapped her on the shoulder and gave her a brand new packet of tissues.
She tried to take one and give them back to me, I told her to keep them.
She thanked me a bunch of times before getting off the train.
Silently, I thanked her in my head for providing this morning's amusement.
I try to be kind to strangers, but typically when I do, something bites me in the ass.
So, I've kinda stopped doing it.
Unless something like today happens.
This morning on the train, there was this woman sitting in the seat in front of me. She's very pretty, put together, quiet. I usually do not pay her any mind.
Today, though, she started having major allergy issues. Sneezing, coughing, etc.
I said "God bless you", but tried to ignore the rest.
So, all of this was happening as we are getting close to the station, so the aisle was full of people. I noticed this dude kept looking over at the sneezing lady. Finally she gave him the look of death and put up her hands like "What!?!?!?"
He quickly looked away and turned red.
She sighed.
I tapped her on the shoulder and gave her a brand new packet of tissues.
She tried to take one and give them back to me, I told her to keep them.
She thanked me a bunch of times before getting off the train.
Silently, I thanked her in my head for providing this morning's amusement.
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Why did I get weepy at guitar graduation?
First, we played this:
Then, another class played this:
And then I kinda lost it.
Damn song lyrics, get me every time.
Then, another class played this:
Damn song lyrics, get me every time.
Monday, May 7, 2012
Bad advertising, with the bad attitude
All over my train station, there are these ads.
They have sullen, angry looking kids with their arms crossed staring out at you.
The tag line? "Where is the Love?"
The ads are supposed to convince me to foster these poor children.
Um, WHY do I want a sullen, cross-armed angry young person living in my home?
Oh, I see - there's this kid getting arrested. There's another sleeping on a park bench. And another waiting on school steps.
I see - they are trying to guilt me in to fostering these poor souls. That part might have worked. The part that turns me off, though, is the main image.
These kids look like they will stab you with your own kitchen knives.
No thanks.
Advertising fail.
They have sullen, angry looking kids with their arms crossed staring out at you.
The tag line? "Where is the Love?"
The ads are supposed to convince me to foster these poor children.
Um, WHY do I want a sullen, cross-armed angry young person living in my home?
Oh, I see - there's this kid getting arrested. There's another sleeping on a park bench. And another waiting on school steps.
I see - they are trying to guilt me in to fostering these poor souls. That part might have worked. The part that turns me off, though, is the main image.
These kids look like they will stab you with your own kitchen knives.
No thanks.
Advertising fail.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Because I know you
See, I know you are all smarter than me, this has been proven time and time again....
SO I NEED YOUR HELP
A friend/coworker of mine is leaving. Her last day is tomorrow She's been here 12 years, and was one of the first people who was really nice to me when I got here.
So, for a little over a week now, we've been sending each other videos that are relevant to the situation.
Songs about goodbyes, songs about leaving jobs, etc.
Tomorrow being her last day, I need a song that is EPIC. It has to be so relevant, and get a laugh, and be a little bitter sweet. But mostly get a laugh.
So, help??
Leave your suggestions in the comments.
Oh, and to sweeten the deal (I'm not above bribery), the winning entrant will get a prize.* No, an awesome prize, I promise.
SO have at it.......
*A picture of boobs. Sorry, joking. I could not help it. Wink and nod to my lady friends on that one.
POST SCRIPT - you all lose, and you all suck. I went with Scandal and White Lion.
no prizes for you
SO I NEED YOUR HELP
A friend/coworker of mine is leaving. Her last day is tomorrow She's been here 12 years, and was one of the first people who was really nice to me when I got here.
So, for a little over a week now, we've been sending each other videos that are relevant to the situation.
Songs about goodbyes, songs about leaving jobs, etc.
Tomorrow being her last day, I need a song that is EPIC. It has to be so relevant, and get a laugh, and be a little bitter sweet. But mostly get a laugh.
So, help??
Leave your suggestions in the comments.
Oh, and to sweeten the deal (I'm not above bribery), the winning entrant will get a prize.* No, an awesome prize, I promise.
SO have at it.......
*A picture of boobs. Sorry, joking. I could not help it. Wink and nod to my lady friends on that one.
POST SCRIPT - you all lose, and you all suck. I went with Scandal and White Lion.
no prizes for you
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Important Fridge Note:
For those of you close by, or very inspired to travel to Chicago(land area):
Hello Bloggy Friends!
There is going to be a get together something or other on Friday, May 25th.
I think Brando might be afraid of the inappropriate stories I might assail him with if it was just us....
So, It's open to all wholurk read here.
Let's get together, have a drink or twelve, and have an amazing time that may or may not end up as a witty story on someone or other's blog.
Location TBD, likely somewhere around NW side Chicago(ish).
I have a comfy couch that I'm willing to have someone crash on, if they feel like driving in.....from, say, Wisconsin.....
Let me know if you're interested.
V
Hello Bloggy Friends!
There is going to be a get together something or other on Friday, May 25th.
I think Brando might be afraid of the inappropriate stories I might assail him with if it was just us....
So, It's open to all who
Let's get together, have a drink or twelve, and have an amazing time that may or may not end up as a witty story on someone or other's blog.
Location TBD, likely somewhere around NW side Chicago(ish).
I have a comfy couch that I'm willing to have someone crash on, if they feel like driving in.....from, say, Wisconsin.....
Let me know if you're interested.
V
Monday, April 30, 2012
I cannot recommend them enough....
I was afraid I had started to become a little jaded with all of the shows I see at Old Town.
Then, these guys and gals played a show on Saturday, and I am h o o k e d.
And, I might add, they are incredibly nice people.
So, take a listen, and if you like - go buy some of their tunes. You will not be disappointed!
They are Sweetback Sisters, and they are amazing.
Then, these guys and gals played a show on Saturday, and I am h o o k e d.
And, I might add, they are incredibly nice people.
They are Sweetback Sisters, and they are amazing.
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Go figure
Huh.
So, apparently some strangers do not appreciate my humor.
I had a lady go all passive aggressive with me on the train this morning.
BZ and I were running our usual color commentary on the annoying people on the train.
Ahem.
It's not OUR fault that we cannot sit together, and therefore have to sit across an aisle from each other.
It's not OUR fault that the aisle fills up with self-serving ignorant people well before we are close to the station.
It's not OUR fault that we are HIlarious.
I guess it is BZ's fault that she called the people assholes, but that's what they are.
So, this chick next to me went all P/A on me. What did BZ do when she figured out what was happening?
Well, the P/A lady called us ignorant, so BZ hops around with her hand in the air loudly saying "Ignorant! Ignorant!"
See, we really do not care. And when we hate days, like today, it's best to stay quiet and leave us alone.
I'm going to guess that little miss P/A will be sitting in a different car from now on......
So, apparently some strangers do not appreciate my humor.
I had a lady go all passive aggressive with me on the train this morning.
BZ and I were running our usual color commentary on the annoying people on the train.
Ahem.
It's not OUR fault that we cannot sit together, and therefore have to sit across an aisle from each other.
It's not OUR fault that the aisle fills up with self-serving ignorant people well before we are close to the station.
It's not OUR fault that we are HIlarious.
I guess it is BZ's fault that she called the people assholes, but that's what they are.
So, this chick next to me went all P/A on me. What did BZ do when she figured out what was happening?
Well, the P/A lady called us ignorant, so BZ hops around with her hand in the air loudly saying "Ignorant! Ignorant!"
See, we really do not care. And when we hate days, like today, it's best to stay quiet and leave us alone.
I'm going to guess that little miss P/A will be sitting in a different car from now on......
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
My day
I am all fried out on the sugar today.
Like, I got a little dizzy before lunch - hopped up on the goods.
It's Secretary'sAdministrativeAssistantsProfessionals Celebration day.
And I got stuff.
First, I got a card with an iTunes gift card (they know me so well). Then I got a cake pop. Then I got a cupcake. Then I got lunch at Capital Grill. Then I got some candy.
I don't have the heart to tell them I'm a coordinator, and not a secretary....
LOL
A little office humor there.
And no, I didn't eat all of the things I mentioned.
Happy Day to all of those that are behind the scenes, keeping every one sane and running the show.
We rock.
Like, I got a little dizzy before lunch - hopped up on the goods.
It's Secretary'sAdministrativeAssistantsProfessionals Celebration day.
And I got stuff.
First, I got a card with an iTunes gift card (they know me so well). Then I got a cake pop. Then I got a cupcake. Then I got lunch at Capital Grill. Then I got some candy.
I don't have the heart to tell them I'm a coordinator, and not a secretary....
LOL
A little office humor there.
And no, I didn't eat all of the things I mentioned.
Happy Day to all of those that are behind the scenes, keeping every one sane and running the show.
We rock.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Slowed
Sometimes, my body has to tell the rest of me to slow the fuck down.
And that's what happened yesterday.
Body gave me tummy troubles late Sunday night into mid-day Monday.
This kept me home from work, and on my couch.
I looked around and said "Hey, my apartment looks like this! HEY! This IS my apartment!"
Back to work today.
I survived my three day in a row thing at Old Town. I didn't love it, actually. I need to remind myself to not do that again.
I'm feeling better today thanks.
And that's what happened yesterday.
Body gave me tummy troubles late Sunday night into mid-day Monday.
This kept me home from work, and on my couch.
I looked around and said "Hey, my apartment looks like this! HEY! This IS my apartment!"
Back to work today.
I survived my three day in a row thing at Old Town. I didn't love it, actually. I need to remind myself to not do that again.
I'm feeling better today thanks.
Friday, April 20, 2012
I have the need
to live vicariously through all of you.
My normally awesome life is slanted a little towards the "responsible adult" side of things this weekend.
Here you go:
Tonight, working a show at Old Town.
Saturday: Breakfast with VonMom, guitar class, working a show at Old Town.
Sunday: Brunch with my little fluff ball*, working a show at Old Town.
So, the ratio of responsibility to awesome is skewed in the wrong direction, alas.
Instead, please tell me all of the fun things YOU are doing this weekend. M'kay?
* My little fluff ball. Sigh. I'm going to need to write a post just about her. She's a 23 year old little clinger I have acquired. She is damn persistent on the "let's make plans!" front, hence the brunch. All kidding aside, it's nice to have a minion.
My normally awesome life is slanted a little towards the "responsible adult" side of things this weekend.
Here you go:
Tonight, working a show at Old Town.
Saturday: Breakfast with VonMom, guitar class, working a show at Old Town.
Sunday: Brunch with my little fluff ball*, working a show at Old Town.
So, the ratio of responsibility to awesome is skewed in the wrong direction, alas.
Instead, please tell me all of the fun things YOU are doing this weekend. M'kay?
* My little fluff ball. Sigh. I'm going to need to write a post just about her. She's a 23 year old little clinger I have acquired. She is damn persistent on the "let's make plans!" front, hence the brunch. All kidding aside, it's nice to have a minion.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Damn it, Chicago
So, on the twitter thing, I've been spending a lot of time following and promoting the food trucks of Chicago.
Sadly,
I dropped most of them today.
I wasn't feeling the love, except from a few, so I've kept those. I've also decided to keep following other tweeters who's entire feed is food trucks.
Since I don't want to take the shunning silence too personally, I think I know what happened.
The darn police.
Unfortunately, Chicago has no love for food trucks. The restrictions are ridiculous here. They cannot cook on the trucks. They cannot park ANYWHERE.
And now, they're cracking down even further.
Stupid stupid stupid.
You'd think they don't have anything better to do?
So, I'm thinking since this crackdown, the trucks have been circling the wagons (see what I did there? I am so clever!) and not building too many relationships with random tweeters.
Too bad.
Sadly,
I dropped most of them today.
I wasn't feeling the love, except from a few, so I've kept those. I've also decided to keep following other tweeters who's entire feed is food trucks.
Since I don't want to take the shunning silence too personally, I think I know what happened.
The darn police.
Unfortunately, Chicago has no love for food trucks. The restrictions are ridiculous here. They cannot cook on the trucks. They cannot park ANYWHERE.
And now, they're cracking down even further.
Stupid stupid stupid.
You'd think they don't have anything better to do?
So, I'm thinking since this crackdown, the trucks have been circling the wagons (see what I did there? I am so clever!) and not building too many relationships with random tweeters.
Too bad.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Kinda nice to hear something nice.....
I received two very nice letters (ok, emails, but still) on the same day.
A little back story - I take great pride in my work. Whether I am at day job (working for the man) or night job (working for musicians), I always try my best. You see, I consider myself incredibly lucky to have not one but two jobs that I LOVE.
Ok - here you go.
Letter #1 back story:
At my last day job (that I had for 10 years, and left 5 years ago), there was a dude who was a "fixer" he pretty much came in to companies and fixed all of the things that he could. He was intense. Like a tornado. Whenever he came to our office, I'd be exhausted for days after he left. But I admired him, and he taught me many many things that I keep in mind to this day. About how to be a professional, how to earn respect and security, how to be a "fixer". SO
I sent him an email on linkedin the other day and let him know he made a real impression on me, and that I appreciate all that I learned from him.
He wrote me back super quick, and here's a snippet:
Thank you for your note. Sometimes in life you never realize that you make a difference. I am grateful to you for pointing this out.
I am pleased to hear you are doing so well. However, I always knew with your brains, heart and tenacity that you would go far.
Um, squee!!! Huge compliment. I was very young and not always professional there, but I worked my butt off, and someone very important saw that!
I didn't think the day could get much better, then I got
Letter#2 back story:
Friday night I worked a show. This is not news, I work a lot of shows. This show was Graham Parker (OMG!!!), with Gretchen Peters as the opener. OMG part two. Gretchen happened to write one of the most important songs to me, "Independence Day", and she also let Sarah Palin know she could not use her song ever ever ever.
Anyway. I got all nervous on my drive to work that night. Asking myself 'Should I tell her? Should I just say thanks?' All the while getting more nervous to meet her.
So, of course, the producer asked me to keep an eye out for Gretchen and her husband and take them down to the dressing room.
OF COURSE
Gretchen shows up all lovely and awesome, with her husband - also lovely and awesome. I grab her hand in both of mine.
"I AM SO NERVOUS RIGHT NOW. YOU JUST DO NOT KNOW. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR INDEPENDENCE DAY, IT IS THE MOST IMPORTANT SONG OF MY LIFE. LIKE EVER"
Kinda said it loudly, but more just word vomited it.
Gak
Then I took her husband's hand in both of mine (you know, like, I do this ALL THE TIME) and said so nice to meet you.
Two days later, got an email forwarded from my boss:
To A, T, R, D, Von and all the gang,
......Thanks to your kind hospitality, we had a really great night
From Barry and Gretchen.
Um, double squee!! Not only did I not scare them off with my over eager ness, but I did good work.
I have printed both of these emails out, and plan to keep them around me. When I get down on myself, I'll just pull them out and remember that other people think I don't suck, so I shouldn't either.
A little back story - I take great pride in my work. Whether I am at day job (working for the man) or night job (working for musicians), I always try my best. You see, I consider myself incredibly lucky to have not one but two jobs that I LOVE.
Ok - here you go.
Letter #1 back story:
At my last day job (that I had for 10 years, and left 5 years ago), there was a dude who was a "fixer" he pretty much came in to companies and fixed all of the things that he could. He was intense. Like a tornado. Whenever he came to our office, I'd be exhausted for days after he left. But I admired him, and he taught me many many things that I keep in mind to this day. About how to be a professional, how to earn respect and security, how to be a "fixer". SO
I sent him an email on linkedin the other day and let him know he made a real impression on me, and that I appreciate all that I learned from him.
He wrote me back super quick, and here's a snippet:
Thank you for your note. Sometimes in life you never realize that you make a difference. I am grateful to you for pointing this out.
I am pleased to hear you are doing so well. However, I always knew with your brains, heart and tenacity that you would go far.
Um, squee!!! Huge compliment. I was very young and not always professional there, but I worked my butt off, and someone very important saw that!
I didn't think the day could get much better, then I got
Letter#2 back story:
Friday night I worked a show. This is not news, I work a lot of shows. This show was Graham Parker (OMG!!!), with Gretchen Peters as the opener. OMG part two. Gretchen happened to write one of the most important songs to me, "Independence Day", and she also let Sarah Palin know she could not use her song ever ever ever.
Anyway. I got all nervous on my drive to work that night. Asking myself 'Should I tell her? Should I just say thanks?' All the while getting more nervous to meet her.
So, of course, the producer asked me to keep an eye out for Gretchen and her husband and take them down to the dressing room.
OF COURSE
Gretchen shows up all lovely and awesome, with her husband - also lovely and awesome. I grab her hand in both of mine.
"I AM SO NERVOUS RIGHT NOW. YOU JUST DO NOT KNOW. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR INDEPENDENCE DAY, IT IS THE MOST IMPORTANT SONG OF MY LIFE. LIKE EVER"
Kinda said it loudly, but more just word vomited it.
Gak
Then I took her husband's hand in both of mine (you know, like, I do this ALL THE TIME) and said so nice to meet you.
Two days later, got an email forwarded from my boss:
To A, T, R, D, Von and all the gang,
......Thanks to your kind hospitality, we had a really great night
From Barry and Gretchen.
Um, double squee!! Not only did I not scare them off with my over eager ness, but I did good work.
I have printed both of these emails out, and plan to keep them around me. When I get down on myself, I'll just pull them out and remember that other people think I don't suck, so I shouldn't either.
Friday, April 13, 2012
Why is it.....
- that when I put my ear buds down for 30 seconds to answer a phone call, they are all tangled and knotted when I pick them up again?
- that Shuffle on the iPod plays favorites with the songs?
- that I cannot keep my blankets on the bed for more than 1/2 the night?
- that any of the Kardashians still exist on this planet?
- that I feel horrible not finishing a book I was reading, even though I really really hated the book?
- that every time VonMom makes tacos, there's something different about them?
- I can't remember what I did last week, but when I think of certain people, I remember every moment I've spent with them?
- that Wrigley Field gets to call itself a ball park, when it's really an open air bar/meat market?
- that I'm booked halfway through July already between work and social calendars?
- that no one wants to head hunt me? I'm awesome, aren't I?
- that he doesn't miss me as much as I miss him?
- that Tupac had to die? (thanks for putting him in my head, BZ)
- that spelling and grammar are lost on the young?
- that I really do not like sitcoms?
- that even though it's Friday I have this sense of dread?
- that my iPad seems to need to be charged every weekend, at the most inconvenient time?
- that the rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain?
- that I can't buy New Glarus beer in Illinois?
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Hello, my past
Back in July of 2008, I wrote a post about how I had a dream about this set of dude twins I had known back in the day. The post was about how I wanted to find them.
A few weeks or days (not sure) later, I wrote a follow up post that I had found them. One is a Dr., professor of many things, and one is an MBA / opera singer.
Anyway
B (who lives around here) has been going through some stuff lately. Not my story to tell, but let's just say he's at a cross roads in a few areas. I've been trying to be his friend, and be there for him, but he would pull away almost as quickly as I'd offer to help.
Sunday night, as I was nestled on my couch in my p.js, I got a call from M's cell phone. I lept to answer it, because I was afraid that something bad had happened to B.
Nope - it was B, telling me that M was in town, and asking me if I wanted to hang out.
Now, here's the thing - Nothing (ok, not much) will get me off my couch on a Sunday night.
BUT
I have this flaw? asset? that I am loyal to my friends to a fault. When certain people call, I will come running, no matter what. Most of the people I would do this for would never take advantage of it (I hope) and they would do the same for me (I hope).
So
Of course, I got off the couch, put some real clothes back on, and headed out to the 'burbs at 9:30pm on a Sunday.
Admittedly, I wanted to see B in person and know for myself that while things are not exactly awesome for him, that at least he was getting along ok. I also wanted to see M. I hadn't seen him in a very very long time.
The three of us sat in B's sparsely furnished new apartment, sitting by candle light, drinking beer and listening to all kinds of mellow music.
I need to separate out the weird by brother, to make it less confusing:
First up - M
V: "M, I can't remember the last time I saw you"
M: "Well....."
V: "What? I really don't know for sure when it was"
M: "The Cass Hotel"
My face flamed up all red and hot. Shit -that's right. The last time I saw M, I tried to seduce him. Well, not really seduce him. I guess I was trying to sleep with him. We had been getting into something more than friendship for a while before that.
Needless to say, I failed in my attempt. I was mortified, crushed, and kinda let him go after that. It was easy - he was living out of state and was not coming back. This was many many years ago.
Well, M is considering a move back to IL. Maybe not Chicago, likely not Chicago, but back to IL. Me being me (no filter) I said:
"Huh. Not sure how I feel about you living in the same state as me again."
He gave me a look, then proceeded to tell me that he's aware there are a few Illinoisians that might feel the same way as I do.
I can't remember what exactly was said, but at one point, B said to us:
"Should I leave you two alone?" kinda joking, kinda not kinda thing.
There was no need to leave us alone - I was made aware that not only is M still involved with someone in NY, he also has someone in MO.
As I was leaving, M said
"So, you'd come visit me in Dekalb?"
"Sure, B will come with me"
------------crickets------------
V: sigh "We'll see. Maybe. I don't know"
Now for B
B was my junior prom date. Remember your junior prom date? I'm so lucky to still be friends with mine. He and I "dated" (as much as you can date in high school when you live in two different cities and don't have cars) for a little while back in the day. Long before the "thing" with M. That was college.
Anyway
I had no thoughts of anything slutty or subversive, so the flirty Von was turned off.
B headed to the bathroom and M leaned forward and said:
"Please. Don't sleep with B"
I started waving my hands around and sputtering - "Wha? Who? What the?"
I finally composed myself enough to get a little pissed at M
"Why would you say that? The thought hasn't even entered my mind!"
"Well, he's thought about it, I'm sure."
So there it was. M proceeded to tell me that over the past few months, B has been a little out there as far as women go.
I still wasn't sure why this was being discussed but whatever. I guess the candles and music were starting to make some sense.
Lots of chatting. Lots of smiling at each other. Means nothing, I think. Late night, beers, been a few years since we'd seen each other.
Said my goodbyes, headed home. Long drive home in the middle of a Sunday night.
Lots to mull over.
I texted them both on Monday, separtely, to say how happy I was to see them, and the visit was worth staying up so late for.
M texted back that he will let me know if he got the job in Illinois or not.
B texted back to say he had fun too.
As of right now, this moment - I'm happy just to have them both as friends. Good friends. It was like no time at all had passed. I don't think I have romantic feelings towards either of them right now. I stand by the fact that I want someone entirely new, not at all connected to my past in any way.
Still, I felt it was a story worth sharing with you all. So there it is.
A few weeks or days (not sure) later, I wrote a follow up post that I had found them. One is a Dr., professor of many things, and one is an MBA / opera singer.
Anyway
B (who lives around here) has been going through some stuff lately. Not my story to tell, but let's just say he's at a cross roads in a few areas. I've been trying to be his friend, and be there for him, but he would pull away almost as quickly as I'd offer to help.
Sunday night, as I was nestled on my couch in my p.js, I got a call from M's cell phone. I lept to answer it, because I was afraid that something bad had happened to B.
Nope - it was B, telling me that M was in town, and asking me if I wanted to hang out.
Now, here's the thing - Nothing (ok, not much) will get me off my couch on a Sunday night.
BUT
I have this flaw? asset? that I am loyal to my friends to a fault. When certain people call, I will come running, no matter what. Most of the people I would do this for would never take advantage of it (I hope) and they would do the same for me (I hope).
So
Of course, I got off the couch, put some real clothes back on, and headed out to the 'burbs at 9:30pm on a Sunday.
Admittedly, I wanted to see B in person and know for myself that while things are not exactly awesome for him, that at least he was getting along ok. I also wanted to see M. I hadn't seen him in a very very long time.
The three of us sat in B's sparsely furnished new apartment, sitting by candle light, drinking beer and listening to all kinds of mellow music.
I need to separate out the weird by brother, to make it less confusing:
First up - M
V: "M, I can't remember the last time I saw you"
M: "Well....."
V: "What? I really don't know for sure when it was"
M: "The Cass Hotel"
My face flamed up all red and hot. Shit -that's right. The last time I saw M, I tried to seduce him. Well, not really seduce him. I guess I was trying to sleep with him. We had been getting into something more than friendship for a while before that.
Needless to say, I failed in my attempt. I was mortified, crushed, and kinda let him go after that. It was easy - he was living out of state and was not coming back. This was many many years ago.
Well, M is considering a move back to IL. Maybe not Chicago, likely not Chicago, but back to IL. Me being me (no filter) I said:
"Huh. Not sure how I feel about you living in the same state as me again."
He gave me a look, then proceeded to tell me that he's aware there are a few Illinoisians that might feel the same way as I do.
I can't remember what exactly was said, but at one point, B said to us:
"Should I leave you two alone?" kinda joking, kinda not kinda thing.
There was no need to leave us alone - I was made aware that not only is M still involved with someone in NY, he also has someone in MO.
As I was leaving, M said
"So, you'd come visit me in Dekalb?"
"Sure, B will come with me"
------------crickets------------
V: sigh "We'll see. Maybe. I don't know"
Now for B
B was my junior prom date. Remember your junior prom date? I'm so lucky to still be friends with mine. He and I "dated" (as much as you can date in high school when you live in two different cities and don't have cars) for a little while back in the day. Long before the "thing" with M. That was college.
Anyway
I had no thoughts of anything slutty or subversive, so the flirty Von was turned off.
B headed to the bathroom and M leaned forward and said:
"Please. Don't sleep with B"
I started waving my hands around and sputtering - "Wha? Who? What the?"
I finally composed myself enough to get a little pissed at M
"Why would you say that? The thought hasn't even entered my mind!"
"Well, he's thought about it, I'm sure."
So there it was. M proceeded to tell me that over the past few months, B has been a little out there as far as women go.
I still wasn't sure why this was being discussed but whatever. I guess the candles and music were starting to make some sense.
Lots of chatting. Lots of smiling at each other. Means nothing, I think. Late night, beers, been a few years since we'd seen each other.
Said my goodbyes, headed home. Long drive home in the middle of a Sunday night.
Lots to mull over.
I texted them both on Monday, separtely, to say how happy I was to see them, and the visit was worth staying up so late for.
M texted back that he will let me know if he got the job in Illinois or not.
B texted back to say he had fun too.
As of right now, this moment - I'm happy just to have them both as friends. Good friends. It was like no time at all had passed. I don't think I have romantic feelings towards either of them right now. I stand by the fact that I want someone entirely new, not at all connected to my past in any way.
Still, I felt it was a story worth sharing with you all. So there it is.
Monday, April 9, 2012
How very.....
Since I don't go to Mass anymore, I decided to run out to the grocery store early Easter morning to buy the stuff I was supposed to bring to brunch.
I didn't break a sweat - I was in charge of bread, rolls, and orange pop.
I was overtly nice to all of the little worker bees at the store - I was sure that some of them had religion, and yet by circumstance or necessity - there they were, working on Easter.
Well.
Got to the register, and as I'm waiting for my turn - a ruckus starts one checkout lane over:
"I don't BELIEVE THIS BULLSHIT! I mean! Really! I have to go to GOD DAMNED MASS in an hour!"
Apparently - this fine God-fearing Christian was super pissed at all of the world because he could not purchase his Ernest and Gallo, box o wine, and Old Style at 9am on a Sunday. He was told (very politely) that he could come back later to make the purchase, but state law is state law.
"BUT I'M HAVING GOD DAMNED EASTER AT MY HOUSE!!! I have to go to Mass at 10:30!!! What the hell!! This is unbelievable!!"
Rant rave roar
I checked out, gave some $$ to the charity listed at the register, and smiled at and thanked my cashier.
Walking out to my car, I was smiling and shaking my head -
So, who is the "better person" here? The heathen (me) who has sworn off Mass for good, but still believes in the basics of do unto others and such; OR the Mass going Church loving drunk who felt good about berating the entire grocery store before his precious Mass?
Von - 1 Mass - 0
I didn't break a sweat - I was in charge of bread, rolls, and orange pop.
I was overtly nice to all of the little worker bees at the store - I was sure that some of them had religion, and yet by circumstance or necessity - there they were, working on Easter.
Well.
Got to the register, and as I'm waiting for my turn - a ruckus starts one checkout lane over:
"I don't BELIEVE THIS BULLSHIT! I mean! Really! I have to go to GOD DAMNED MASS in an hour!"
Apparently - this fine God-fearing Christian was super pissed at all of the world because he could not purchase his Ernest and Gallo, box o wine, and Old Style at 9am on a Sunday. He was told (very politely) that he could come back later to make the purchase, but state law is state law.
"BUT I'M HAVING GOD DAMNED EASTER AT MY HOUSE!!! I have to go to Mass at 10:30!!! What the hell!! This is unbelievable!!"
Rant rave roar
I checked out, gave some $$ to the charity listed at the register, and smiled at and thanked my cashier.
Walking out to my car, I was smiling and shaking my head -
So, who is the "better person" here? The heathen (me) who has sworn off Mass for good, but still believes in the basics of do unto others and such; OR the Mass going Church loving drunk who felt good about berating the entire grocery store before his precious Mass?
Von - 1 Mass - 0
Friday, April 6, 2012
Friday ramble
I've got 10 minutes to spare before lunch, so what the hell.
Here's some random rambles for a Friday:
Here's some random rambles for a Friday:
- This morning BZ and I had a dance party at the train stop. For real. The song was "Where is the Love" by the Black Eyed Peas. Typically, I do not like the BEPs, but I do like this song. Enough to dance to it at 7am in public. And it makes me luv BZ all the more.
- It's Good Friday. "Von, what did you give up for Lent?" Great question, reader
s. The answer to that would be sex. - Currently listening to a 55 song playlist created the other night. It's called Goodbye. It's for me to get past a 23 year thing that just needs to go the hell away. I need to refind my value, and clearly, to RS, I have none. Song on right now? "Stronger" by Kelly Clarkson
- Bestie Shannon is doing really well here, working for the man. I have no doubt that she will get hired permanently once her 90 days is up. We IM pretty much all the time. We're going out to lunch today.
- "Von, what are you doing for Easter?" Well, not going to Mass (see post I wrote about that nonsense). I will be sleeping in, then wandering upstairs to VonSis's for eating some foods and stuff. First Easter without VonDad. Not loving this year of firsts. I will be bringing bread items, as that's what spinsters do.
- I will be distributing mass quantities of New Glarus beer this weekend. I want it out of my kitchen. I have PLENTY of my own, and don't really need cases all over my kitchen. Because there are cases all over my kitchen.
- I am a VERY generous friend (see above bullet point)
- Three minutes until lunch time. Damn, I either type slow (HA) or think slow. I'm going with think slow.
- I have every intention of spending a LOT of time in Milwaukee this summer - so Z, we need to talk, yes?
- I promise to be back next week bringing the snark and the love in equal parts.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
And poof!!
.......just like that, I turned in to a girl.
I woke up this morning with all the longing and self-loathing of Bridget Jones (the first movie).
Trust me, the thoughts in my head are not pretty right now. For example, they keep telling me I am not pretty.
So, I'm just going to spare you the whining.
Tomorrow night I head to the "south side" aka Bridgeport neighborhood. The tricycle of awesome will ride before we head out Saturday with many many people - I think there are 16 of us - to New Glarus Wisconsin for a long weekend. What's there? BEER. Really good beer, that they do not sell anywhere in Illinois.
We're even renting a minivan. (miniVON?) No, silly, not for carpooling - for hauling home MORE BEER.
I need this little trip right now. I need to clear my head, and remind myself that I have value.
Promise to be back on the flip side, with less whining and pining and more fun.
I woke up this morning with all the longing and self-loathing of Bridget Jones (the first movie).
Trust me, the thoughts in my head are not pretty right now. For example, they keep telling me I am not pretty.
So, I'm just going to spare you the whining.
Tomorrow night I head to the "south side" aka Bridgeport neighborhood. The tricycle of awesome will ride before we head out Saturday with many many people - I think there are 16 of us - to New Glarus Wisconsin for a long weekend. What's there? BEER. Really good beer, that they do not sell anywhere in Illinois.
We're even renting a minivan. (miniVON?) No, silly, not for carpooling - for hauling home MORE BEER.
I need this little trip right now. I need to clear my head, and remind myself that I have value.
Promise to be back on the flip side, with less whining and pining and more fun.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Pissing me off
My head is kinda getting ready to explode.
The back story:
Y'all know I work part time at a music school/concert venue. There are a couple of hundred people that work and volunteer there. I am on the concert staff, which puts me in regular contact with a small portion of these employees and volunteers.
There are many "buckets" of people at Old Town - teachers, concert staff, admin staff (with many sub-groups), store staff, desk staff, etc.
Sadly - the desk staff lost one of their own to colon cancer at the devastatingly young age of 31. She had fought the fight for something like five years.
I fully and honestly admit - I did not know her. I knew of her. I know that many of the people at Old Town that I consider friends did know her and were close to her and are grieving. I have privately contacted most of them to give my condolences and let them know I am thinking of them, in their time of loss.
NOW, what's pissing me off.
So, I'm pretty good at being aware of things, and I consider myself very smart. Old Town is my favorite thing, so I make a point to know what is what over there.
That being said, I can pretty confidently state the following:
There is a surprising number of people that am glomming on to the grief train who either didn't know her at all, or barely knew her, or never even crossed paths with her.
They are posting things on facebook, and they practically live blogged the memorial service that was held at Old Town.
I cannot imagine why they are doing this.
If they were actually impacted by this horrible thing, then they should do something like, I don't know, maybe donate to colon cancer research, or to the film that is in the works about this young woman?
I hate to say it, but to me it feels like they themselves need some kind of attention, or need to be in the middle of things because it's affecting the Old Town community. Honestly - not caring for the right reasons.
I was very sad when I heard the news - sad for my friends who lost a friend so young. I was also reminded of the young people I have lost in my life, and there have been far too many of those. But I posted nothing on facebook. I did not go to the memorial at Old Town (though open to the public, I didn't feel right about going).
And I sure as hell will not be acknowledging any of these phony people on this topic.
May angels lead you in B.
The back story:
Y'all know I work part time at a music school/concert venue. There are a couple of hundred people that work and volunteer there. I am on the concert staff, which puts me in regular contact with a small portion of these employees and volunteers.
There are many "buckets" of people at Old Town - teachers, concert staff, admin staff (with many sub-groups), store staff, desk staff, etc.
Sadly - the desk staff lost one of their own to colon cancer at the devastatingly young age of 31. She had fought the fight for something like five years.
I fully and honestly admit - I did not know her. I knew of her. I know that many of the people at Old Town that I consider friends did know her and were close to her and are grieving. I have privately contacted most of them to give my condolences and let them know I am thinking of them, in their time of loss.
NOW, what's pissing me off.
So, I'm pretty good at being aware of things, and I consider myself very smart. Old Town is my favorite thing, so I make a point to know what is what over there.
That being said, I can pretty confidently state the following:
There is a surprising number of people that am glomming on to the grief train who either didn't know her at all, or barely knew her, or never even crossed paths with her.
They are posting things on facebook, and they practically live blogged the memorial service that was held at Old Town.
I cannot imagine why they are doing this.
If they were actually impacted by this horrible thing, then they should do something like, I don't know, maybe donate to colon cancer research, or to the film that is in the works about this young woman?
I hate to say it, but to me it feels like they themselves need some kind of attention, or need to be in the middle of things because it's affecting the Old Town community. Honestly - not caring for the right reasons.
I was very sad when I heard the news - sad for my friends who lost a friend so young. I was also reminded of the young people I have lost in my life, and there have been far too many of those. But I posted nothing on facebook. I did not go to the memorial at Old Town (though open to the public, I didn't feel right about going).
And I sure as hell will not be acknowledging any of these phony people on this topic.
May angels lead you in B.
Friday, March 23, 2012
Update
I think it's only fair to give you the basics.
So, about two weeks ago, VonMom got sick.
VonMom NEVER gets sick.
So, she got pretty bad and after a week she went to the doctor.
VONMOM NEVER EVER GOES TO THE DOCTOR.
I'd venture a guess she hasn't been to a doctor since she had me, so, you know a while ago.
Of course, many many tests were done.
VonMom prepared for the worst.
Um, yeah.
She's healthier than I am pretty much. No nothing. No cancer, no high blood pressure, no cholesterol issues. Nothing. Minorly elevated blood sugar (of no concern), minorly "off" thyroid (of no concern).
The upside is she's about 2 weeks smoke free.
And she's learned that not all doctors just hand out death sentences.
VonMom is the queen of conspiracy theories.
Now we continue to check in on her, as she's still getting over the initial bronchitis nasty thing she's been fighting.
And we get back to what we call "our new normal".
Which is us, without VonDad.
Back to the diner tomorrow morning, then off to put gas in her car and buy dog food. All before guitar class.
Looks like I'll have more time to get on her nerves.
So, thanks friends, for all of your kind words.
So, about two weeks ago, VonMom got sick.
VonMom NEVER gets sick.
So, she got pretty bad and after a week she went to the doctor.
VONMOM NEVER EVER GOES TO THE DOCTOR.
I'd venture a guess she hasn't been to a doctor since she had me, so, you know a while ago.
Of course, many many tests were done.
VonMom prepared for the worst.
Um, yeah.
She's healthier than I am pretty much. No nothing. No cancer, no high blood pressure, no cholesterol issues. Nothing. Minorly elevated blood sugar (of no concern), minorly "off" thyroid (of no concern).
The upside is she's about 2 weeks smoke free.
And she's learned that not all doctors just hand out death sentences.
VonMom is the queen of conspiracy theories.
Now we continue to check in on her, as she's still getting over the initial bronchitis nasty thing she's been fighting.
And we get back to what we call "our new normal".
Which is us, without VonDad.
Back to the diner tomorrow morning, then off to put gas in her car and buy dog food. All before guitar class.
Looks like I'll have more time to get on her nerves.
So, thanks friends, for all of your kind words.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Serious McSerious pants
So, had some issues this weekend that I'm choosing not to delve into.
But.
I'd like to write a post about something a little more serious, just because it's on my mind.
Over the weekend, I unexpectedly spent the better part of a day alone in the house I grew up in. At first, I was intrigued and guiltily skulked around opening drawers and cabinets.
I went up to my old room and looked around. It's very clearly my old room, as there are still some belongings of mine there. Some silly (cabbage patch dolls?) some painfully important (the materials purchased for the wedding dress I never got made), but still, my stuff.
I went into VonSis's old room, and dug a little. Meh, not as much there.
Back downstairs I went to the main floor. I sat in the living room - still only used on Christmas Eve. I sat on the couch and had a good cry over VonDad. It was such a crushing feeling of loss, like it was yesterday. I ended up talking to him for a good long while. No, he didn't answer me.
Roxie (VonMom's dog) persuaded me to go outside with her for a while. I don't think she's a fan of crying. We went out into the massive and glorious yard of my youth. Giggle. Ok, not just my youth. I went over to the exact area that my old boyfriend and I used to lie in the middle of the night just talking and smoking cigarettes, sometimes fighting, mostly not, him terrified that my 130 lb Alaskan Malamute Kodi would come outside and join us at any moment. Me, I was terrified of my parents coming out to find us there. It was the perfect spot, as they were none the wiser.
I walked back over to the patio, at the little cement square that shouldn't be there but is because I had to had to had to have a basketball hoop in junior high.
I went back inside and sat down in the kitchen.
It was there that it hit me - one day (and I so hope it's a long way off) my siblings and I are going to have to go through that house room by room, memory by memory and sell / give away / box up everything in it. Someday, another family will live there - or worse - someone will tear it down because they are more interested in the large lot of land just sitting there in Chicago.
I moved in to that house when I was 5. I consider it where my life actually began. And the sneaking thought behind all of this was that someday, I'm going to lose VonMom too. We've really barely just begun appreciating each other, and really liking spending time together.
Someday, I'll be a grown up for real. No, I'll likely never act like one, but someday I'll have to be one because I will have to live the rest of my life without my parents.
I know this is a ramble, but it's coming out of my heart-place instead of my head-place.
So there it is.
But.
I'd like to write a post about something a little more serious, just because it's on my mind.
Over the weekend, I unexpectedly spent the better part of a day alone in the house I grew up in. At first, I was intrigued and guiltily skulked around opening drawers and cabinets.
I went up to my old room and looked around. It's very clearly my old room, as there are still some belongings of mine there. Some silly (cabbage patch dolls?) some painfully important (the materials purchased for the wedding dress I never got made), but still, my stuff.
I went into VonSis's old room, and dug a little. Meh, not as much there.
Back downstairs I went to the main floor. I sat in the living room - still only used on Christmas Eve. I sat on the couch and had a good cry over VonDad. It was such a crushing feeling of loss, like it was yesterday. I ended up talking to him for a good long while. No, he didn't answer me.
Roxie (VonMom's dog) persuaded me to go outside with her for a while. I don't think she's a fan of crying. We went out into the massive and glorious yard of my youth. Giggle. Ok, not just my youth. I went over to the exact area that my old boyfriend and I used to lie in the middle of the night just talking and smoking cigarettes, sometimes fighting, mostly not, him terrified that my 130 lb Alaskan Malamute Kodi would come outside and join us at any moment. Me, I was terrified of my parents coming out to find us there. It was the perfect spot, as they were none the wiser.
I walked back over to the patio, at the little cement square that shouldn't be there but is because I had to had to had to have a basketball hoop in junior high.
I went back inside and sat down in the kitchen.
It was there that it hit me - one day (and I so hope it's a long way off) my siblings and I are going to have to go through that house room by room, memory by memory and sell / give away / box up everything in it. Someday, another family will live there - or worse - someone will tear it down because they are more interested in the large lot of land just sitting there in Chicago.
I moved in to that house when I was 5. I consider it where my life actually began. And the sneaking thought behind all of this was that someday, I'm going to lose VonMom too. We've really barely just begun appreciating each other, and really liking spending time together.
Someday, I'll be a grown up for real. No, I'll likely never act like one, but someday I'll have to be one because I will have to live the rest of my life without my parents.
I know this is a ramble, but it's coming out of my heart-place instead of my head-place.
So there it is.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Busy busy V
I DO apologize for my absence.
Monday, I took a day off of work, a personal day. See, I was out late on Sunday, and I.....
Anyway.
I went to Kuma's and slept and then went to a four hour meeting.
YES
I got an iPad, and it's - distracting, to say the least. But, alas, book club book is not going to read itself, the guitar is not going to play itself, the blog is not going to write itself. So I had to detach the iPad from my fat little fingers and put it down. It's not even sleeping, it's off.
p.s. - the blogger app? SUCKS
I think I have for real this time no joke hit my limit of activity.
An update:
I don't really think I'm going to change any of the things, but I do think I need to figure out some way to have more resting time.
And if anyone can tell me how to bar a chord without having the rest of my fingers get all screwy and cramped up, that would be awesome.*
*Musicians' note: Acoustic advice only. Rumor has it it's a lot easier to bar on an electric. m'kay?
Monday, I took a day off of work, a personal day. See, I was out late on Sunday, and I.....
Anyway.
I went to Kuma's and slept and then went to a four hour meeting.
YES
I got an iPad, and it's - distracting, to say the least. But, alas, book club book is not going to read itself, the guitar is not going to play itself, the blog is not going to write itself. So I had to detach the iPad from my fat little fingers and put it down. It's not even sleeping, it's off.
p.s. - the blogger app? SUCKS
I think I have for real this time no joke hit my limit of activity.
An update:
- Full time job
- Part time job
- Board of directors director(ship? ness?)
- Sit on three committees
- Breakfast with VonMom every Saturday at 8:30
- Guitar class every Saturday at 11:00
- Family stuff
- Friend stuff
- and oh, yeah, write VFN
I don't really think I'm going to change any of the things, but I do think I need to figure out some way to have more resting time.
And if anyone can tell me how to bar a chord without having the rest of my fingers get all screwy and cramped up, that would be awesome.*
*Musicians' note: Acoustic advice only. Rumor has it it's a lot easier to bar on an electric. m'kay?
Friday, March 9, 2012
Friday Fun Times!! A return!
Your assignment, should you choose to humor me:
Describe yourself using only song lyrics. The only rule is you must only use one song, no mashups this time around. Oh, and you have to supply title and artist.
Mine:
She's sun and rain
She's fire and ice
A little crazy but it's nice
And when she gets mad, best leave her alone
*Every Woman - Garth Brooks
Happy Friday you tuneful peoples
Describe yourself using only song lyrics. The only rule is you must only use one song, no mashups this time around. Oh, and you have to supply title and artist.
Mine:
She's sun and rain
She's fire and ice
A little crazy but it's nice
And when she gets mad, best leave her alone
*Every Woman - Garth Brooks
Happy Friday you tuneful peoples
Fridge note first
Hello Readers
I just got an iPad2!!!
I am so silly excited, I pretty much got the whole store all excited too.
See, it went all on sale yesterday.....so I finally had enough $$ to get it. It was a gift from some awesome people.
So, going to be walled up in my apartment this weekend (ok, for the most part) figuring out all the fun little things.
:)
I just got an iPad2!!!
I am so silly excited, I pretty much got the whole store all excited too.
See, it went all on sale yesterday.....so I finally had enough $$ to get it. It was a gift from some awesome people.
So, going to be walled up in my apartment this weekend (ok, for the most part) figuring out all the fun little things.
:)
Thursday, March 8, 2012
FFS
LOTS HAPPENED WHILE YOU WERE GONE, VON.
...umm, mainly drunk-blogging. Well, there's that.
awesome
OH! week before last was SUPERB in music releases.
do tell?
We busted Kathleen's. And 3Bulls (Now NOBODY can comment there).
that's sad....
sigh. my life is so dull.
Says the dude who hangs out with one of his favorite bands.....
ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...
I hurt my foot chasing some deer with the dawwg.
I am sad for you. I will take that darn dog off your hands and send you some ice packs.
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
See, thunder, I TOLD you Von wasn't off being roadie and guitar tech for Whitesnake.
The less you know, the less I have to deny......
fish said...
I totally had Von pegged as a Warrant kind of girl.
See above. Von is nothing if not.....versatile.....
Michael said...
I was involved in a science experiment while you were away. Although I'm told that I should avoid getting angry, and to buy a lot of purple pants. So there was that... but you were missed.
I thought that was you, looking all serene, rocking some purple pants. This response color is in honor of you.
Big Bad Bald Bastard said...
I've joined another fantasy baseball league. That is now two for me for this year.
Can your two teams play against each other?
Von versus Von!
I don't think ANYONE wants to see that. It would be....interesting, at best.
mikey said...
Say, would that be Uncle Johns Band?
Cause...
The first days are the hardest days
Don'tchu worry any more
'Cause when life looks like easy street
There is danger atcher door...
I don't know if you read the comics but here's a favored take on fantasy sports: http://tinyurl.com/7gphrsa
LOVE
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
While I do not think I was missed very much
jeez, Von, I spent nearly every comment in the last couple of threads hassling you for not being around. What do you need, a show-stopping number?
WHY, YES - YES I DO
(sigh) ...OK, here goes. Hit it, Sam!!!
hooray!
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
I'm itching to call another blogger on the phone and have a chat. For the first time ever. It could happen this week. Any guesses who I am calling?
No one guessed. But due to a nasty stomach ailment, I didn't call. But I will.
Oh boy is there an evil answer I could make to that one....
Go for it. Don't forget I know where you live. I may not be able to drive there, but there's a train and a taxi that seperates us, that's all.
SMILEY.
Smiley back!! :)
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
It's no longer Monday. New Bruce Springsteen album today.
True. It is now Thursday. And I really really dig all that I have heard of the new album.
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
No one left me any Skittles vodka in my absence.
It's like you don't even know us.
I can haz Skittlez vodkas?
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
WHY IS VON NOT ANSWERING MY COMMENTS.
Because I was wicked busy doing the worky work things!!! All the things!
Mendacious D said...
My comments aren't even registering. This must be karmic retribution for 3Bulls. All of it.
I used to have a MenD. He doesn't come around these parts too much anymore. I miss him.
:)
mikey said...
Von seems to have some kind of...I dunno, Life or somedamnthing.
Sometimes....
She doesn't seem to place the appropriate level of focus on us imaginary friends.
I will work on it.....
I honestly can't imagine what she does all day and all night...
Send your mind to the gutter, then go darker, then you have your answer.....
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
mikey, right? She definitely needs to re-order her priorities to be more in line with the attitudes of well-balanced individuals like you and me.
I'm working on it!!!!
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
Hey Von! Want a Mekons poster?
Is this bribery I see before me?
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
Von?
Hmmm?
Von?
What?!?!?
The comments. They are rather superior to my writings this week!!!
I very much like you all. Very much like.
Stay golden, Pony boy.
...umm, mainly drunk-blogging. Well, there's that.
awesome
OH! week before last was SUPERB in music releases.
do tell?
We busted Kathleen's. And 3Bulls (Now NOBODY can comment there).
that's sad....
sigh. my life is so dull.
Says the dude who hangs out with one of his favorite bands.....
ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...
I hurt my foot chasing some deer with the dawwg.
I am sad for you. I will take that darn dog off your hands and send you some ice packs.
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
See, thunder, I TOLD you Von wasn't off being roadie and guitar tech for Whitesnake.
The less you know, the less I have to deny......
fish said...
I totally had Von pegged as a Warrant kind of girl.
See above. Von is nothing if not.....versatile.....
Michael said...
I was involved in a science experiment while you were away. Although I'm told that I should avoid getting angry, and to buy a lot of purple pants. So there was that... but you were missed.
I thought that was you, looking all serene, rocking some purple pants. This response color is in honor of you.
Big Bad Bald Bastard said...
I've joined another fantasy baseball league. That is now two for me for this year.
Can your two teams play against each other?
Von versus Von!
I don't think ANYONE wants to see that. It would be....interesting, at best.
mikey said...
Say, would that be Uncle Johns Band?
Cause...
The first days are the hardest days
Don'tchu worry any more
'Cause when life looks like easy street
There is danger atcher door...
I don't know if you read the comics but here's a favored take on fantasy sports: http://tinyurl.com/7gphrsa
LOVE
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
While I do not think I was missed very much
jeez, Von, I spent nearly every comment in the last couple of threads hassling you for not being around. What do you need, a show-stopping number?
WHY, YES - YES I DO
(sigh) ...OK, here goes. Hit it, Sam!!!
hooray!
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
I'm itching to call another blogger on the phone and have a chat. For the first time ever. It could happen this week. Any guesses who I am calling?
No one guessed. But due to a nasty stomach ailment, I didn't call. But I will.
Oh boy is there an evil answer I could make to that one....
Go for it. Don't forget I know where you live. I may not be able to drive there, but there's a train and a taxi that seperates us, that's all.
SMILEY.
Smiley back!! :)
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
It's no longer Monday. New Bruce Springsteen album today.
True. It is now Thursday. And I really really dig all that I have heard of the new album.
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
No one left me any Skittles vodka in my absence.
It's like you don't even know us.
I can haz Skittlez vodkas?
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
WHY IS VON NOT ANSWERING MY COMMENTS.
Because I was wicked busy doing the worky work things!!! All the things!
Mendacious D said...
My comments aren't even registering. This must be karmic retribution for 3Bulls. All of it.
I used to have a MenD. He doesn't come around these parts too much anymore. I miss him.
:)
mikey said...
Von seems to have some kind of...I dunno, Life or somedamnthing.
Sometimes....
She doesn't seem to place the appropriate level of focus on us imaginary friends.
I will work on it.....
I honestly can't imagine what she does all day and all night...
Send your mind to the gutter, then go darker, then you have your answer.....
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
mikey, right? She definitely needs to re-order her priorities to be more in line with the attitudes of well-balanced individuals like you and me.
I'm working on it!!!!
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
Hey Von! Want a Mekons poster?
Is this bribery I see before me?
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
Von?
Hmmm?
Von?
What?!?!?
The comments. They are rather superior to my writings this week!!!
I very much like you all. Very much like.
Stay golden, Pony boy.
Monday, March 5, 2012
And then, and then, and then.....
While I do not think I was missed very much, I do know that I very much missed being here.
Not that anything exciting good or bad went on last week, just that I missed this.
Taking a few moments to write some bull shit that someone somewhere might take a few minutes to read.
Work is kicking my ass in the worst way. To the point that I made some mistakes late in the day on Friday because I felt pressured to get something done. I knew better. I knew my eyes and brain were too tired to get this thing finished 100% correctly. But, I felt it had to be done on Friday. Not sure if the pressure was internal or external.
I've joined another fantasy baseball league. That is now two for me for this year. Makes me think I might actually end up giving a shit for longer. Plus, in my primary league, I have Pujols, so there's that.
I blew off guitar graduation on Saturday. I feel kinda bad about it, but not too much. I had over booked my day, and it was a cold shitty weather day. If I had gone to class/graduation, then my guitar would have been in the car for something like 12 hours - which is SO not good for the guitar. So I skipped it and went to pick up my new black with flower patterned mary janes instead. If you know me at all, you know I gotta have a kickin' new pair of mary jane's at least once a year.
My entire family is driving me bat shit. This includes VonMom, VonSis, and the steps. All of them. I'm thinking they are the reason I can't sleep at night.
Oh, yeah, I can't sleep at night. Again. Awesome.
I'm working Thursday night at Old Town, and then am off and have zero plans for Friday and Saturday nights. Stay tuned to see if this actually stays the case.
This coming Sunday night, John's band is playing at Reggie's in the South Loop. Because I am an old lady, I will be taking Monday off work. Ok, I am an old lady, AND the clocks are changing, AND John and Toni are off Monday and are going to Kuma's. So there's all of the real reasons.
No one left me any Skittles vodka in my absence.
I wonder if Jennifer meant it, and she really will not be back. That would make me sad.
I'm itching to call another blogger on the phone and have a chat. For the first time ever. It could happen this week. Any guesses who I am calling?
Happy Monday, if you are so inclined.
Not that anything exciting good or bad went on last week, just that I missed this.
Taking a few moments to write some bull shit that someone somewhere might take a few minutes to read.
Work is kicking my ass in the worst way. To the point that I made some mistakes late in the day on Friday because I felt pressured to get something done. I knew better. I knew my eyes and brain were too tired to get this thing finished 100% correctly. But, I felt it had to be done on Friday. Not sure if the pressure was internal or external.
I've joined another fantasy baseball league. That is now two for me for this year. Makes me think I might actually end up giving a shit for longer. Plus, in my primary league, I have Pujols, so there's that.
I blew off guitar graduation on Saturday. I feel kinda bad about it, but not too much. I had over booked my day, and it was a cold shitty weather day. If I had gone to class/graduation, then my guitar would have been in the car for something like 12 hours - which is SO not good for the guitar. So I skipped it and went to pick up my new black with flower patterned mary janes instead. If you know me at all, you know I gotta have a kickin' new pair of mary jane's at least once a year.
My entire family is driving me bat shit. This includes VonMom, VonSis, and the steps. All of them. I'm thinking they are the reason I can't sleep at night.
Oh, yeah, I can't sleep at night. Again. Awesome.
I'm working Thursday night at Old Town, and then am off and have zero plans for Friday and Saturday nights. Stay tuned to see if this actually stays the case.
This coming Sunday night, John's band is playing at Reggie's in the South Loop. Because I am an old lady, I will be taking Monday off work. Ok, I am an old lady, AND the clocks are changing, AND John and Toni are off Monday and are going to Kuma's. So there's all of the real reasons.
No one left me any Skittles vodka in my absence.
I wonder if Jennifer meant it, and she really will not be back. That would make me sad.
I'm itching to call another blogger on the phone and have a chat. For the first time ever. It could happen this week. Any guesses who I am calling?
Happy Monday, if you are so inclined.
Monday, February 27, 2012
We've Got a Post: Be Careful What You Ask For/ ZRM Edition
Kinda working out some things in my own mind before I put fingers to keyboard, so
That's never worked out for me...
Just leave the liquor cabinet with a little something left.
No promises. ....wait, do I even have keys here? How did that happen?
Do you have a Romantics CD? Cuz that's ALWAYS a problem.
whew. Just getting over a cold/flu hybrid, and feeling kinda punchy. Jefferson Starship on the new iPod, and I can FEEL the office rum calling out to me....
Does this qualify as a post yet? It's certainly more than I've put up at MY blog, even when I'm not just posting videos that Google won't even embed.
That's never worked out for me...
Just leave the liquor cabinet with a little something left.
No promises. ....wait, do I even have keys here? How did that happen?
Do you have a Romantics CD? Cuz that's ALWAYS a problem.
whew. Just getting over a cold/flu hybrid, and feeling kinda punchy. Jefferson Starship on the new iPod, and I can FEEL the office rum calling out to me....
Does this qualify as a post yet? It's certainly more than I've put up at MY blog, even when I'm not just posting videos that Google won't even embed.
Where's Von?
Kinda Fridge note:
Dear Readers,
I am:
For now.
see what I did there?!?
Be back soon.
Those with keys - have at it for this week. Just leave the liquor cabinet with a little something left.
Dear Reader
I am:
- Swamped at work, where I admittedly write these lovely missives, so
- BFF Shannon is now working for the same company, on the same floor, so going out to lunch trumps writing for now
- Learning my new ergonomic keyboard is difficult, and do not feel confident typing anything to you
- Kinda working out some things in my own mind before I put fingers to keyboard, so
For now.
see what I did there?!?
Be back soon.
Those with keys - have at it for this week. Just leave the liquor cabinet with a little something left.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
I want
- Romance
- Flowers
- Love songs
- Candy
- Good scotch
- Great sex
- Marriage
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