TGIF

it's only 70*, but at least it's not raining today!  at my workplace, we don't comply with the company policies much --- but everyone takes full advantage of the summer hours.  we leave at noon every other friday from memorial day to labor day.  it's very nice!  today is my day, and guess how i get to spend my entire afternoon?  moving!  oh, i'm so excited!  the plan is to get all of the stuff into storage that i can, and only leave the heavy furniture for the boys tomorrow.  i am off tonight from the restaurant, so i'll have all afternoon and all evening to accomplish this task.  may the force be with me.  recently, i cleaned out my closet and gave away 2 huge boxes of clothes and i still have enough to clothe a small army.  73 pairs of shoes, too.  how ridiculous is that?  at least 20 of them are black, strappy heals, too.  ugh.  why do women feel we must have a gazillion pairs of shoes?  why?!?  anyway, my weekend will be consumed by moving duties, but i hope i have at least a little time to have fun.  there's always time for fun, isn't there?  right now is not fun, as it's 8:45 in the morning, and Chompy has already started in on the ice.  for the love of EVERYTHING HOLY....

afrolicious

it's july 29th, in tulsa oklahoma, and it's 69 degrees outside.  this, is madness.  i am moving this weekend, and i'm praying that at least the rain will stop.  when it rains, my naturally curly hair has me looking like erica badu -- without a turban.  up until this week, i was dreading my move because of the awful heat and humidity we generally have here.  (oh yes -- and the fact that i chose to live on the 3rd floor is always so nice.)  and although i'm thankful for the cooler weather, the rain makes me a very unhappy camper.  we were moving some furniture last night, and i looked like a drowned rat by the time we were finished.  i should've at least worn a white t-shirt to make things more interesting.  :-)  actually, we have a bunch of big, strong boys helping us this weekend... maybe i'll require them to be shirtless.  yes, i think that's a good plan. i have another meeting this afternoon... more later...

deep thoughts

"all men are assholes, and all women are psycho.  it's just a matter of finding someone that doesn't push the buttons that make you, as an individual, act like one or the other." this is something i have believed for a long time, and it stands true.  i know that i am not real "girlie."  i.e.  i'm not high-maintenence, not whiny, i'm blunt, and straight-forward.  definitely not psycho.  most of my ex's would support that 100%.    i say most, because there was one i dated that knew how to push my buttons and make me act like a raving lunatic.  i'm ashamed to admit it, but once upon a time, i acted like a psychotic loon.  you know, calling a thousand times in a row when he doesn't answer his phone, freaking out over something he did or said when he really didn't mean it that way... you get the picture.  in my defense, i acted crazy because he made me that way.   i'm generally a very trusting, non-judgemenal kind of gal.  just don't do something to break the trust i have in you.. it's pretty simple.  ANYway, so i'm dating this guy nowadays, and things are going along very smoothly.  he is great/  we have a lot in common, he makes me laugh, he is ambitious, loyal, tall, built like a brick house, and most importantly -- he does not make me act like a psychotic loon.  ahhhh, life is grand.  this brings me to my next point: why is it, that when you're dating someone and it's starting to get kinda serious, do all your ex's come out of the woodworks?  do they have alarms that go off inside them?  wtf?  i have been dating current guy, we'll call him "Bob", for about 3 months.  (I have a fabulous story to tell you about how we became "us," but i'll save that for another post.)  this ex-boyfriend madness started about a month ago.  i have received sober calls, drunk calls, emails, text messages, etc. from what seems like EVERY MAN I'VE EVER DATED.  mind you, i'm on good terms with most of them, so it's not uncomfortable - just so bizarre.  men i haven't even thought about in years are calling wanting to "get together for lunch or dinner" or "just go have a few beers and catch up on things"  ... you get the point.  what is this?  i've had to shoot them all down politely for obvious reasons.  i don't think Bob would like me going out to dinner or having drinks with some guy i used to f*^k.  i know i wouldn't like it.  in fact, if Bob tried doing that - i'd probably turn into the psychotic loon lady.  no bueno.  so, what gives?  has anyone else had to deal with this issue?

blah blah blah....

i have a nice, huge corner office here at work.  unfortunately, i share it with 2 other women.  i'm apparently not important enough to have my own office.  so, let me tell you about the 2 ladies i am stuck in a room with for 8 hours a day.  one, we will from this point refer to as "Hacky."  Hacky is a lady in her late 50's, but she looks about 83 because she smokes 3 packs a day.  we call her Hacky because she coughs ALL. DAY. LONG. and it sounds like she is literally hacking up her lungs.  she only got this job because at the time, her sister was shacking up with the director of this department. (side note: the director is also a 50 something year old woman.  ewe.)  anyway, she has no qualifications, no schooling, no skill, etc.  so, i basically get to pick up all her slack.  and let me tell you.... there is a lot.  she never comes to work on time, and it's a given that every monday - she will be at least an hour late.  does she get repremanded for this?  NO.  she just gets to show up whenever she wants, take cigarette breaks at least 8 times a day, and does whatever work she feels is sufficient.  she is always behind, and she has less work than all of us.  arrggh. now, to Chompy.  We call her Chompy because she has one of those 64oz mugs from the gas station at her desk, and it's filled with ice.  (She also continuously has an economy size bag of pork rhinds at her disposal, but that's another story all in itself.)  All you hear from that side of the room is "chomp chomp" ALL. DAY. LONG.  Chompy is the mother of 2 girls who are my age, and are still sucking on their mamas titties.  They cannot make a decision as to what shoes they are going to wear without consulting her.  When they call, she starts talking baby talk to them..... I am not kidding.  Her voice tone raises about 3 octaves, and after every statement or question she ends it with "honey, baby, or sweetie."  ICK.  it's enough to make a girl puke.  on to the matter at hand.  chompy has a severe problem with excessive talking.  i have learned to not even open the door for her babbling, so i dont even say good morning if i can avoid it.  i have never seen anything like it.  she always has something to say, has done everything you've done, and she's done it better.  you know the type.  yesterday, i am having a conversation with my supervisor... not once did we ask her opinion, or even acknowledge her existance... but she still managed to jump out of her chair and hightail it to my end of the office ... trying desperately to take over the conversation. yesterday, i tried a new tactic....rather than just pretending to listen, while nodding and smiling, all the while thinking in my head "WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT THE F*&K UP?!?!?  NO ONE CARES!"  yesterday, i did something i rarely do -- i cut her off mid-sentence and started talking to my supervisor again.  SHE JUST KEPT TALKING.  i kid you not, she continued to babble even when it was obvious that no one was listening.  so, i reached over to my phone (which was out of her view) and dialed her extension.  she did just what i expected, and ran over to her phone.  i thought, surely, she'd stay over there knowing she wasn't really welcome here on the east side, but noOooOO.... when she realized no one was on the other end of the line, she came right back and started where she had left off.  and she wonders why her husband never pays attention to her.....

monday, monday

buenos dias, muchachos.  starting off monday morning with a coke and a bag of cheetos  (yes, i am a health nut) while listening to josh groban.  this is my favorite CD i've purchased in the last 2 years.  i don't care how many people want to make fun of me for listening to music catagorized as "contemporary classical"..... this guy can really blow.  the first time i heard the CD, i just sat and wept because the music is so beautiful.  there are songs in italian, spanish, and french.... haven't a clue about some of the lyrics... but the music just moves me. 

ANYway.... this weekend was fairly uneventful.  i worked friday night, and spent saturday afternoon packing.  i am moving, and we have to be out this weekend.  eesh.  why the hell i chose to move in the dead of an Oklahoma summer is beyond me.  i live on the 3rd floor of an apt complex... yeah.... it's fun.  thank God for big, strong boys who help a sista' out!!  saturday evening, i got dressed in my fancy duds, and met the girls out for dinner.  we try to get together at least once every couple of months, and catch up on things.  we used to party our balls off together, but now most of them are married and have consequently given up their party shoes.  that darn marriage thing does that to a person.  arggh.  anyway, we had an hour to wait, so we stood at the bar and got good and hammered before we even sat down.  15 girls, dressed like kittens, who don't get out much anymore, drinking fliritinis, wine, and sapporos.....   i'm sure we were prime people watchin'.  eesh.  i ate, and decided it was time for us to go dancing.  so, we walked across the street to a dance club, and danced like it was going out of style.  again, i'm sure we were prime people watchin'.  what i want to know, is WHEN DID I GET SO OLD?  i look around the room at one point, and realize we look like grandmas compared to the 12 year olds that are in the bar.  what is this?  when i was younger, i would see the "older girls" at the bar and vow that i "would NEVER be one of them."  when i realized this was now a reality..... i exited stage left - balancing the uneven weight of my hip replacement with my cane.  i drove home and vowed not to do that again, unless, of course, the retirement community has a sock hop. 

 

so.much.pressure

so. much. pressure. so, i get to work this morning and begin my morning ritual.  i technically work 8-5, but i really only work about 2 hours a day on average.  my job rules.  i pour myself some coffee, and begin to eat my healthy breakfast consisting of a bagel smothered in cream cheese and a side order of donut holes. don't hate me just because i'm skinny and i can eat like this.  anyway, i log on to the internet, and begin reading my favorite blogs.  i read several, but only comment on a few.  i think it's a little weird that i read about these people's lives and i don't even know them.  psycho.  but i can't help it.... i'm addicted to them, like mary-kate olsen is addicted to cocaine.  so, i get to the coolest guy in the whole world's blog, and i kid you not... i shat my pants.  there, in the FIRST F&^%*G paragraph of his post.... IS MY NAME.  holy toledo, batman.  *hits panic button*  i only started this thing yesterday.  i feel very underqualified to entertain the massive following of reader's this guy has.  for Christ's sake, it looks like my 8 year old cousin bobby created my blog page for me!  so, for those of you who actually visit and are not entertained..... blame Timmy, not me. so, i live in tulsa okalahoma.  for those of you who have never been here.... well, you're not missing a whole lot.  i was raised about 40 miles south of here.  my, haven't i gone far?  there are some really good things about living here, and after last night's outing... i would have to say peolpe watching is great here.  i will have to take pics and post them for you to believe me.  i got conned into going dancing last night, but on thursday nights here in t-town.... the place to be is the country bar.  i am not kidding.  they play hip-hop in between sets, but it's mostly country music.  it's ladies night, so the ladies have no cover and get free beer 'til 11.  so, all the gals come for the free beer, and all the guys come to pick up a drunk girl.  early on, it's the older crowd... the couple's skate only crowd.  these people are really good country ballroom dancers, and it's fun to watch.  we don't make fun of them nearly as much as we do the younger crowd.  the young crowd starts filtering in around 10, and goodness..... it is a sight to see.  there are several people who look "normal" but then, there are the cowfolk.  fat girls in too tight rockies, multi-colored shirts, and 10 gallon cowboy hats.  i didn't know people really owned clothes like this.  the gals still wear their hair with big bangs and "wings", and all the men have tobacco in their teeth... well, in the teeth that they have.  *shivers*  it is really quite a sight.  so, i'm minding my own business, just checking out the scenery... and here he comes.  he looks like garth brooks reincarnated, and he was heading straight for me.  i don't like to be rude, so i agreed to dance with him.  country dancing isn't quite as invasive or threatening as any other kind of dancing, being that you're not touching any part of the other person's body except the hands.  he was an okay dancer, but after the song was over.... he just kept hanging on... waiting for the next song.  eesh.  so, i shot my girlfriends a "come save me" look.  they were too busy drinking the free beer to notice.  so i'm stuck with this guy at least another 3 minutes.  thankfully, after that song... the DJ must've noticed my discomfort and started playing a hip-hop set.  i thanked him for the dances and bolted straight to where my girlfriends were standing.  i'm drinking a beer, having a good time and notice Garth staring at me from across the bar.  creepy.  i looked back over later, and he was gone.  much to my dismay, i didn't see him over there because HE WAS RIGHT BEHIND ME.  i guess he didn't want to miss the chance to ask me to dance again.  apparently i was the ONLY GIRL who would dance with him.  so, it was after midnight, and i decided it was time for me to make like a baby and head out before Garth tried to steer wrestle me on to the dance floor.  that's all i got for today, but i'll leave you with some words of wisdom from the great willie nelson , "mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys."

ah, the power of 22

good morning, and happy thursday!  i feel fabulous knowing that i'm starting my real blog adventure on the 22nd.  there is something magical to me about the number 22.  the love affair started when in junior high.  go back to 1990 - gym class - basketball season.  initially, i wanted #13 because that had always been my lucky number.  i was born on friday the 13th, and i loved it!  so anyway, when it came time to pick our jerseys,  i was highly disappointed that the #13 jersey was a size SMALL.  wtf?  being abnormally tall, this was not going to work for me.  so, i opted for a larger jersey... the coolest number to choose from was 22.... so, i claimed it.  it grew on me that year, and by the end of the season.. i had decided that 22 was now my favorite number.  for anyone who actually knows me, they know how much i love this number.  anything i have that has a number in it, has at least one 22 in it.  one of these days, i'd like to get married on the 22nd.  it's a bit weird how much i love this number ... but hey.  so happy July 22nd to everyone.  so, anyway... on to another subject.... i worked last night and didn't get home until after 11pm.  this is not fun.  i work 8-5 in corporate America, but 2 nights a week, i moonlight as a cocktail waitress at a semi-prominent restaurant here in t-town.  i'm usually at home by 930, but i had some loser come in and sit at one of my tables.  he was still there after i begged the closing manager to let me go.  i wouldn't be surprised if he slept there, considering he had already been sitting in my section for 2 hours.  and you know what this guy ate/drank???  a soup/salad for an entree..... and 17 diet cokes.... and 12 shots of Jack daniels whiskey.  i kid you not.  and you know what the sorry )*&^)*$&%^ left me as a tip?  $6.  thank you, mr i drink too much.  thank you very much.  in other restaurant drama news, we have purchased a new building and will be putting in a second location here in town.  very exciting stuff.  so, the man who will be taking over the general manager position at the current location is 29 years old.  good at his job, we all love him.... apparently, some of us too much.  just confirmed rumors last night that he is boinking one of the 18 year old waitresses.  *shakes head*  this, is why i have never taken a mgmt position that i've been offered in my years of working in the restaurant business.  the long hours suck, kissing people's asses all the time sucks, but more than anything... the drama of a restaurant is comparible to that of a soap opera.  a few years back, a manager got fired for boinking a server in the office.... are you kidding me?  when will the madness stop?! so, that's all i got for now.  hope you all have a great day, and will talk to you later.....

as good as it's getting today

well, it's almost 5 here in t-town..... and i have done as much as i can with this blog for today.  the coolest guy in the whole world walked me through a bunch of stuff this afternoon, so i have some homework to do.  but YAY for me.... i now officially have my own blog.  i'm so proud of me.  *sniff sniff*  i work tonight, so there should be some good stories to tell manana.  i figure since my favorite number is 22, i will officially start this blogging thing tomorrow.... 

OK-lahoma summer

i now have weather information for t-town for all to view.  i should be a blog expert by this afternoon.  hehehe

progress..... sort of

well, i figured out how to put the cute lil' mood thingie over there (<--) on the side bar ..... as you can see, i'm a bit frustrated trying to get this thing to look like i want it to.  i need to figure out how to post links to my favorite blogs to share with my MASSIVE following of readers....  hehe... patience, as they say, is a virtue.

i don't really know what i'm doing!

so, i don't really know what i'm doing with this whole blog thing, but i'm sure i'll figure it out by trial and error.  i didn't even know what a blog was until a few months ago.  a guy i was dating introduced me to his brother, who said at one point "you should check out my website."  hmmm, well ok.  so, i did.....  and i started reading other people's blogs, and now i'm an addict.  i am not scared to admit that.  so here i am with my little baby blog that has no links and nothing cool.  sadness.  i will have to con my friends into helping me build a really cool one that will become so popular, i will be the next president.