In an effort to forget that L ever existed, and to get myself out of the emotional rut I've been in, amongst other things....
I drunkenly signed up on two free dating websites.
Why one when you can be on two??
Anyway. I did this over the weekend when I was home, alone, drunk.
So, yeah, not an awesome start right there.
The upside, though, is that I'm damn funny, even when drunk. So my profiles read wicked awesome. And I have three cute pictures of me that I put up.
I forgot about it, then went on both sites Sunday afternoon to see what was up.
Oh, F word.
Damn it all to hell. Fat fetishists (ICK) and chubby chasers galore. NOT for me.
So, I had to put the bitch beat down on every single one of those. Some were a little more persistant than others - those had to be reported to the sites. I do not play around with the nasty side of things.
Once I got over the shock of all the nasty, I weeded out some definitely nots - nicely, sent them all reply emails with various reasons why they were not the one, ending with 'Good luck with your search!' - and ended up emailing with a few very nice dudes.
It's now Wednesday, and I'm up to three Tims, who are now Tim Dom, Tim Pumpkin Hat, and Tim Cupid; Bill (fiesty one), Jeff (sweet and too young, but the email was so nice he's in the keep pile), Adam (we'll see on this one) and two other dudes I don't know the names of yet.
I'm really kinda not too serious about this, some might call them place holders (ahem, story for another day, if it ever gets fully resolved), but I'm willing to give it a shot.
The downside is that it's like a gdmn part time job. The texting, the emailing, the picture posting, the updating. Thank God both sites have apps for my Android. Still, though, it's a pain in the ass.
Currently in the lead is Tim Cupid, who I'm likely to meet this weekend. He's heading out of town next weekend for 2 months for work training. So we're going to meet to see if we want to be email or text friends while he's away. He's hilarious, and agrees that I have fantastic hair.
At the very least, you all should get some pretty good stories out of this whole thing.
And oh, yeah, my internet crushes - you probably know who you are - you're still in my heart o' hearts, you're just both so damn far away.......
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
Random Monday
- Someone is heating up something stinky. It's only 11am, c'mon people.
- I'm going to see the Mekons on Wednesday. And hanging out with a Zombie. Be jealous.
- Bedroom overhaul 2011 is moving forward, full steam ahead. I have about two weeks to take everything out of there and clean it. Then my bestie will be painting it. Hopefully after that the overlords will be putting it all back together when I'm out of town.
- I'm going to BOSTON!! In 18 days.
- Oh, and Shannon and TheMarty are going too.......
- I'm learning new things about college football. I like to yell "GO BIG RED!"
- I only moped minimally this past weekend. Yeah me.
- Von birthday fun times is happening 10/28. Get yourselves to Chicago, and I'll buy you a beer. I swear it.
- The episode of Dr. Who on Saturday blew my mind. I watched it twice. TWICE.
- SNL was actually good on Saturday - Melissa McCarthy was hosting. Enough said.
- I love having a DVR thingy.
- I've read 27 pages of A Dance with Dragons. Only 800,000,000 to go.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
All I can write today
Once upon a very different time,
There was a very different girl,
With purple plaid well fought for,
A blue ring that was never quite right,
and yard and yards of perfect white satin
There was a very different girl,
With purple plaid well fought for,
A blue ring that was never quite right,
and yard and yards of perfect white satin
Monday, September 19, 2011
Movies movies movies (aka Von's boring weekend)
So, L was out of town this past weekend, and likely is in the process of kicking me to the curb (more on that another day)
Which worked out well, because one of my bosses needed me to do some work over the weekend.
And by some, I mean a lot of mind numbing researchy stuff.
So I thought
'Hey! I can finally watch those two movies I've had from Netflix since June!'
I am so not kidding. What, I get busy a lot.
First up?
The Social Network. I liked this movie. I dare say I even liked it more than I thought I was going to like it.
Followed by:
The Kids are All Right. Or whatever the fuck it's called. I stopped caring by about minute 29. Needless to say, I hated this movie, and everything about it. I guess it's cool to name your kid Laser. I guess. Ok, no, it's actually not cool at all. Hated this so much, I want that time back.
Since I was on a movie kick, I ordered Paul on the tv.
I was SO disappointed in this! I am a huge Simon Pegg/Nick Frost fan. I will watch Hot Fuzz, Spaced, or Shaun of the Dead over and over and over and over.
Hated Paul. Perhaps because I hate Seth Rogen, and he voices the alien, but no, I think it was way more than that.
Sigh.
Looking for some movie redemption, and a break from working, went to see Contagion.
Great movie. Saw it with a friend who has a Master's degree in Public Health.
She filled me in on how very realistic it was.
Awesome.
Remembered my shitty health year I've been having.
Went home and googled "bubble". No such luck. I now have hand sanitizer containers just about Everywhere.
Which worked out well, because one of my bosses needed me to do some work over the weekend.
And by some, I mean a lot of mind numbing researchy stuff.
So I thought
'Hey! I can finally watch those two movies I've had from Netflix since June!'
I am so not kidding. What, I get busy a lot.
First up?
The Social Network. I liked this movie. I dare say I even liked it more than I thought I was going to like it.
Followed by:
The Kids are All Right. Or whatever the fuck it's called. I stopped caring by about minute 29. Needless to say, I hated this movie, and everything about it. I guess it's cool to name your kid Laser. I guess. Ok, no, it's actually not cool at all. Hated this so much, I want that time back.
Since I was on a movie kick, I ordered Paul on the tv.
I was SO disappointed in this! I am a huge Simon Pegg/Nick Frost fan. I will watch Hot Fuzz, Spaced, or Shaun of the Dead over and over and over and over.
Hated Paul. Perhaps because I hate Seth Rogen, and he voices the alien, but no, I think it was way more than that.
Sigh.
Looking for some movie redemption, and a break from working, went to see Contagion.
Great movie. Saw it with a friend who has a Master's degree in Public Health.
She filled me in on how very realistic it was.
Awesome.
Remembered my shitty health year I've been having.
Went home and googled "bubble". No such luck. I now have hand sanitizer containers just about Everywhere.
Friday, September 16, 2011
Sorry, this one is a downer
You all know I'm addicted to delightful God-daughter (DGD, I'll call her for the rest of this post) like she's crack.
She's everything to me, and the closest thing I'll ever have to my own offspring.
Well, Wednesday morning, I woke up to this text from her mom:
'One of DGD's friends died. I don't think I can handle this'
Friends, DGD is 11 years old.
She's never experienced death before, being lucky to have very healthy grandparents, aunts, uncles, etc. I think she had a gold fish die once, that's about it.
After a flurry of texts and emails, I found out that DGD's friend and classmate had passed away six days before his 12th birthday. He had brain cancer, and had been diagnosed under a year ago.
My stupid question was how is DGD handling it? Her mom told me that there's a lot of sobbing in their house, and things are not good.
The only thing I can think to do is cancel my plans for tonight, and go to this wake with them. Of course, both of DGD's parents will be there, but in this situation I think she needs all of the people around her that she can get. Like I said, it's the only thing I can think to do. Being with her always makes me feel better, I can only hope that I do the same for her. I don't think I'll have much to say, because what do you say? VonMom said I need to be strong for DGD. I'm not sure how strong I'll be. Admittedly, I do not have nor ever intend to have kids of my own, but if anything were to happen to DGD, Oh My God. I can't even.......
So take this for what it is. Hug someone you love today, whether they are a child or a grown up. Love someone you hug today.
And say a prayer for that poor little boy. May angels lead him in, and comfort his family.
She's everything to me, and the closest thing I'll ever have to my own offspring.
Well, Wednesday morning, I woke up to this text from her mom:
'One of DGD's friends died. I don't think I can handle this'
Friends, DGD is 11 years old.
She's never experienced death before, being lucky to have very healthy grandparents, aunts, uncles, etc. I think she had a gold fish die once, that's about it.
After a flurry of texts and emails, I found out that DGD's friend and classmate had passed away six days before his 12th birthday. He had brain cancer, and had been diagnosed under a year ago.
My stupid question was how is DGD handling it? Her mom told me that there's a lot of sobbing in their house, and things are not good.
The only thing I can think to do is cancel my plans for tonight, and go to this wake with them. Of course, both of DGD's parents will be there, but in this situation I think she needs all of the people around her that she can get. Like I said, it's the only thing I can think to do. Being with her always makes me feel better, I can only hope that I do the same for her. I don't think I'll have much to say, because what do you say? VonMom said I need to be strong for DGD. I'm not sure how strong I'll be. Admittedly, I do not have nor ever intend to have kids of my own, but if anything were to happen to DGD, Oh My God. I can't even.......
So take this for what it is. Hug someone you love today, whether they are a child or a grown up. Love someone you hug today.
And say a prayer for that poor little boy. May angels lead him in, and comfort his family.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
And I remain....
Two years ago, a reader asked what Von for now meant.
At the time, I was not prepared to answer that question.
This being my 500th post, I think it's a good time to try to explain it.
Hi, I'm Yvonne
Before I popped out of VonMom, in her head, I was to be Yvette.
She forgot.
No, I'm not kidding. She found the note in her purse a few days after she had me with Yvette written on it.
"Close enough", she thinks she said. Thank GOD, because I am so not an Yvette.
Though she tried really, really hard to get the world in general to call me EJ (middle name is actually Jae. Cool, for the mid-70s, I guess). It didn't stick. There's one person in my life who calls me EJ to this day, and I call her Sissy even though her name is Diane. EJ is ok, but like I said, it didn't stick.
VonSis wasn't down with either Yvonne (fyi, pronounced EEEEE-von, and do not fuck it up, or I will killz you) or EJ. She had her own mind, even at 1 1/2 years old.
She decided on Vonnie.
And it stuck.
From birth to mid high school. I was Vonnie to just about everyone. Even the places I worked. The Girl Scouts of Chicago organization only knows me as Vonnie.
Yes, I have corrected about nine million people that No, my name is not Bonnie. It's Vonnie. But it became second nature, like breathing.
There started to be variations, after a while: Vonster Monster, Y-von (pronounced Why-von), Y, you get the drill.
Eventually, I met Shannon. She doesn't really like nicknames, and she had a best friend growing up named Yvonne, so I started the slippery slope back to my "given name".
But I was uncomfortable in this Yvonne-skin.
Yvonne is me at work, when networking, when working at Old Town. Yvonne is very serious and task driven.
Yvonne is NOT me, at least not 100% of the time.
Then I met SIL1X, who has nicknames for just about everyone in her life. Sure, who she met was Vonnie, but who she named was Von.
I LOVED Von, pretty much more than I've ever loved a name I'd been given (ok, except for "Tuesday Night", but that's another story for another time).
Von is the social butterfly made of metal. She was a teenage anarchist. She is the music loving, wishing to dye her hair blue to this day, rebel who still owns her black leather motorcycle jacket. Von, it turns out, is pretty bad ass.
No wonder some people who had been in my life longer than others did not take to Von. Not only did they not take to it, they hated it. Perhaps Von is not the person they think I am, or want me to be.
So, when I decided to start this whole blogging thing (holy shit, 500 posts ago!), I started thinking about a name. I didn't want anything trite, lame, bland.
I realized that I am not a still pond. I am a roiling ocean - ever changing, ever challenging.
As I change, so does my name. As I grow, so does my life.
So there you have it. I am Von, for now.
And as it is my 500th post - I want to say part of who I am today, mostly the good parts, I thank you all for. Most especially: Jennifer, Mendacious, Zombie, Brando, Becky, BG, K-Unit, Mikey, B4, Snag, Fish, Thunda, my beloved New Zealanders and Mandos. Wicked props to TheMarty and of course Shannon, for showing me this wacky wonderful world of blogging.
Hope you all keep reading, and I'll keep writing.
At the time, I was not prepared to answer that question.
This being my 500th post, I think it's a good time to try to explain it.
Hi, I'm Yvonne
Before I popped out of VonMom, in her head, I was to be Yvette.
She forgot.
No, I'm not kidding. She found the note in her purse a few days after she had me with Yvette written on it.
"Close enough", she thinks she said. Thank GOD, because I am so not an Yvette.
Though she tried really, really hard to get the world in general to call me EJ (middle name is actually Jae. Cool, for the mid-70s, I guess). It didn't stick. There's one person in my life who calls me EJ to this day, and I call her Sissy even though her name is Diane. EJ is ok, but like I said, it didn't stick.
VonSis wasn't down with either Yvonne (fyi, pronounced EEEEE-von, and do not fuck it up, or I will killz you) or EJ. She had her own mind, even at 1 1/2 years old.
She decided on Vonnie.
And it stuck.
From birth to mid high school. I was Vonnie to just about everyone. Even the places I worked. The Girl Scouts of Chicago organization only knows me as Vonnie.
Yes, I have corrected about nine million people that No, my name is not Bonnie. It's Vonnie. But it became second nature, like breathing.
There started to be variations, after a while: Vonster Monster, Y-von (pronounced Why-von), Y, you get the drill.
Eventually, I met Shannon. She doesn't really like nicknames, and she had a best friend growing up named Yvonne, so I started the slippery slope back to my "given name".
But I was uncomfortable in this Yvonne-skin.
Yvonne is me at work, when networking, when working at Old Town. Yvonne is very serious and task driven.
Yvonne is NOT me, at least not 100% of the time.
Then I met SIL1X, who has nicknames for just about everyone in her life. Sure, who she met was Vonnie, but who she named was Von.
I LOVED Von, pretty much more than I've ever loved a name I'd been given (ok, except for "Tuesday Night", but that's another story for another time).
Von is the social butterfly made of metal. She was a teenage anarchist. She is the music loving, wishing to dye her hair blue to this day, rebel who still owns her black leather motorcycle jacket. Von, it turns out, is pretty bad ass.
No wonder some people who had been in my life longer than others did not take to Von. Not only did they not take to it, they hated it. Perhaps Von is not the person they think I am, or want me to be.
So, when I decided to start this whole blogging thing (holy shit, 500 posts ago!), I started thinking about a name. I didn't want anything trite, lame, bland.
I realized that I am not a still pond. I am a roiling ocean - ever changing, ever challenging.
As I change, so does my name. As I grow, so does my life.
So there you have it. I am Von, for now.
And as it is my 500th post - I want to say part of who I am today, mostly the good parts, I thank you all for. Most especially: Jennifer, Mendacious, Zombie, Brando, Becky, BG, K-Unit, Mikey, B4, Snag, Fish, Thunda, my beloved New Zealanders and Mandos. Wicked props to TheMarty and of course Shannon, for showing me this wacky wonderful world of blogging.
Hope you all keep reading, and I'll keep writing.
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