Sunday, March 21, 2010
By Request
At brunch with Laura this morning:
L: "So, as a follower of your blog. I have to ask something."
V: eyebrows raised in inquiry. Fork slightly moved to indicate 'go ahead'
L: "The post you keep saying you're going to write, and not writing.......write it."
Far be it from me to let down the reader.
SOOOOO
A week or so ago, R and I decided to change our Relationship Status on teh facebook to In a Relationship. (or, relationSHIT, thanks Dane Cook, back when you were funny....)
It was kind of a joke, barely a "thing". It was pretty late, we were drinking, we decided to make the change. We agreed that the actual relationshit would not change, at all, just taking a step more publicly. We laughed about it, then let TheBrother know that we had come to this "big" decision.
A couple of days later, I made the change. Apparently, you cannot be in a relationshit with someone on teh facebook unless they confirm it. So for a day or two it just said Von is "in a relationshit"
Oh my God, the backlash.
Well, I call it backlash.
800 people "liked it"
many many many people left a comment.
My favorite?
"Oh! Von! You make me so happy! I am so happy for you! You deserve all sorts of wonderful things! I'm practically crying I am so happy!!!!"
this was from one of the J5 (refresher, the J5 are my step-siblings)
I got PISSED.
In my own comments I wrote "Thanks, but you all seem to be making a much bigger deal of all this than it actually is...."
Then, another fb friend emailed me and said "yeah, I was wondering how you felt about that."
I wrote her back that I was pissed.
I am pissed!!
First of all, it is so not a big deal. To make it a big deal would give R a wrong impression. One that I do not want to give, but have no control over. I cannot not have control over things with R. That would be bad.
Second: WTF. Of the 745 people who "liked it", and the many many commentors, REALLY!?!?!?
Why am I validated now that I am in a relationship?
Did you really think I was a spinster? I've been jokingly calling myself one for a while now, but I was joking, people!!!!
You may not understand it, but I love my life. I love every crazy, busy, active, exciting, snarky, second of it. Whether or not I have someone in it to share it with is pretty irrelevant to me.
R gets to stick around because not only does he not resent my busy schedule, but he digs it, and is cool with it. He gets to stay because he compliments my life, not takes away from it.
Also since teh f.b. status change, I've gotten more emails from the J5 and a few others with offers of things to do, invites, etc.
C'mon, people. I am NOT stupid!!
You don't want to see me, you want to meet R. You've done your f.b. stalking, you're curious, you aren't smart enough to just call me and ask about him, so you want to meet him.
Well, you can wait.
We aren't there yet. I don't know when we will be, but when we do, y'all are at the bottom of the list.
We are not a side-show, our relationshit does not exist for your entertainment.
See, you want to meet him, then you want to go off and talk about him, and me, and the us that is us.
I'm not going to give you that pleasure.
Not right now.
I am me.
Still me, always me.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Hey, you.
P.S.
Have a nice weekend.
I mean it, I really really do.
I'm feeling all warm and fuzzy in the general direction of my bloggy friends today, so take it and run with it.
Chicago?
Sunny and 60 today,
Sleet/rain/snow tomorrow and Sunday.
F*ck you, Chicago weather, f#ck you.
Hey hey hey
It's Friday.
I still owe the evil post about what happens when Von changes her fucking "relationship status" on teh facebook.
BUT
I don't feel like writing that today.
So instead.
I'm ordering a tshirt. (see yesterday's comments)
AND
pointing out the new person over there ------->
There ------->
in my links.
Big Bald Bastard.
Not sure where he came from, but I've been reading his stuff and he's funny.
So, go there, read funny things.
The snark resumes next week.
You sleep under the blanket of snark which I provide, and you DARE question the manner in which I provide it?!
You want the snark? You can't handle the snark!!!
*** grrr!! grrr! grumble!! I tried to link BBB up in this post, and it didn't work!!! grumble grumble....grrr....****
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Fridge note
How am I supposed to maintain my mood of glee, nay, elation, that I've decided to spew forth into this cubicle limbo today while being thwarted by LB1?
She is being unpleasant.
I think she wants to stab me in the eye with sharp objects.
Her fuse is very very short today. Like stubby. Like one of those dogs that people cut off their tails when they are puppies stubby.
All this
On top of me celebrating her anniversary with the company with flowers and mini cupcakes.
And I didn't get enough sleep last night. I meant to be home by 10. Not leave R's at 10:30.
And I ate Pringles and peanut M&Ms for lunch.
And I'm back to being spam when I comment on 3Bulls.
Yeah, it's a great fucking day.
Uh oh. There goes the glee and elation. It was giving me a rash anyway.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
- Yes, the damn river is green. But guess what? The damn river is ALWAYS GREEN. Whatever.
- Today being today means one sucky thing. That Shamrock Shakes - of which I've only had ONE this year - are going away. You'll be hard pressed to find one. Damn it.
- Instead of going out and drinking with a bunch of amateurs, I'm going to R's. He's cooking corned beef and cabbage. I don't like corned beef and cabbage. I made cupcakes. I'll be having cupcakes for dinner.
- I'm slightly irate because my guitar teacher is playing at one of my favorite bars today. But only until 6pm. Don't these people realize real people have real jobs, that make it difficult to get somewhere by 6pm? Damn musicians.
- I am cranky, thanks for noticing. But it's not like I'm hiding the fact that I have pms. Damn pms.
- I'm waiting, patiently, for Q101 to play ANY Irish song. Like, um, how about a little "Shipping up to Boston"? Or some Flogging Molly? Hell a little Black 47 "Bridie!" never killed anyone! Damn Q101.
- I'm mulling over a post about the ridiculous outpouring of b.s. that came my way when R and I changed our teh facebook relationship status to In a Relationship. It's going to be a good post. Scathing, but good. Stay tuned. Damn teh facebook.
- I've been practicing my chords and switching between them. I practiced for about 40 minutes on Monday, and about 40 minutes on Tuesday. My fingertips hurt, sting, and are a little numb. Damn guitar.
- Top of the mornin' to ya.......
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Hello again
I had every intetion to write something yesterday.
Being that I was home sick and all.
Cough. Cough.
Alas.
Other things demanded my attention. Like that new fangled toy I got, the DVR.
Ah, my life didn't know what it was missing before the DVR. I don't even use it properly. I forget that I can fast forward through commercials if it's something I've taped (DVRed?). I'm getting the hang of it.
My Netflix is suffering at the hands of the DVR. But I did manage to watch XMen Origins: Wolverine over the weekend. Not bad. As a former XMen comic book nerd, I have to say they keep the films pretty dead on with the comics. I have no complaints there. And, lots of hot men in this movie.
Went to the doctor yesterday. I have the coolest doctor ever. She's so laid back and awesome.
We had this conversation:
Me: "So. What if I didn't want to get weighed today?"
"But you got weighed"
"I know. Just saying, what if I didn't want to. What would you do?"
"Well, why didn't you want to?"
"I had a big lunch. And a big drinking and eating weekend. And oh, yeah, I have pms and I just feel bleh today."
"You feel bleh?"
"Not sick bleh, just pms bleh."
"But you got weighed"
"But what if I didn't want to?"
"Do you want me to delete your weight for this time?"
"Meh"
"But you stayed the same. I'm ok with this. You can be ok with this."
"Ok. Leave it."
"Do you want some candy?"
Followed by this conversation:
Me: "So. Drinking and this blood pressure medicine...."
"Not a problem"
"The pharmacist said one drink is ok, but ......"
"You can drink, it's fine."
"Really? Ok but...."
"Now if you drank a lot every day, I'd take you off the medicine."
"Really?"
"And we'd have a talk...."
"I hear those 'talks' are also called 'interventions'"
"Yep, that."
"I don't drink THAT much."
"Then fine. You can stay on the medication."
"Ok, thanks Doctor"
"Now do you want some candy for that pms?"
Friday, March 12, 2010
And so it goes. And so it goes.
It's Friday.
Amen and hallelujah and all that good stuff.
Recently, Shannon said to me "I don't understand how you do all of the things that you do"
Neither do I.
I used to be better about etching out some me time on the weekends, well that seems to have gone right out the window.
Damn dating. Takes up me time.
To be honest, I can't even blame it all on R. He's pretty much the most un-demanding person I've ever dated.
It's me. I'm taking the blame on this one.
Last night I even had a dream that I was late to guitar class. I had this dream on a Thursday night. Class is Saturday morning.
WTF
Of course, once again, I've booked myself all up.
Here's what my weekend looks like:
Tonight I'm head vol-ing the Battlefield Band/Liz Carroll show at Old Town - this is immediately after work. After that I'm going out with R.
Tomorrow I've got guitar class at 11, followed by meeting Shannon at the Lillstreet Art Center for the Open House, followed by Chris' graduation dinner at 5:30, followed by maybe picking R up from work at 11.
Sunday I have to clean the house, run errands, do laundry, and meet up with Shannon to help her with the wedding invitations.
I'm getting tired.
This year I've already added the board of directors thing and guitar classes to my impossibly ridiculous schedule.
Something has got to go.
I'm just not sure what.
Right now German class is the front-runner, but I'm not 100% sure on that.
Sigh.
Being busy is busy.
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