222

So, Karen was bitching that I dont write in here everyday....SO I'm gonna write now. (get it? Right now, Write Now? Ok, I'm bored, sue me)

I've been at work all week with nothing to do, as both of my bosses are in Dallas.It's just been me and Matt, another architect that works here.
Actually, I dont really think he works here, but uses the computer for his own projects.
Is this exciting yet? I didn't think so.

So here's something that is wierd, and I've been noticing it at an alarming rate lately, probably for about the last, oh, maybe 6 months.

222

Yeah. The numbers 222. Usually it's the time, either AM or PM. But I've also noticed it a lot on odometers, street signs, random things I read, and even at the nail salon. Yeah. Like on Tuesday I went to get my nails filled, and I picked out a pretty sparkely red color, cuz I was tired of pink, and while I'm sitting there, bored out of my mind, (cuz I dont speak Vietanmese) I lazily picked up the red nail polish and looked on the bottom of it. No real reason why. And guess what? It was color number 222. It was also called "Crystal Ball". Wierd, I'm tellin ya.

So you're probably thinking, well, you just know what time it is subconciously, and then you look at the clock. I thought of that too, but no. I could be smack in the middle of some project, and I'll just look over at the clock on the computer or on the phone and there it is, 2:22.

and it's not just me!

A few months ago, I was hanging out with a new friend, Dustin, and we were at his house hanging and watching a movie. He wears glasses, so he squints, and says, "hey, does that clock say 2:22?" I look over, and with a wierd voice reply, "yes....why??"
and he says, "Ya know, every time I look at the clock, that's what it says. It's so wierd. And I've been noticeing it on random things lately like signs and odometers." So I'm thoroghly freaked out now. I say" MeTOO!" How fucking random it THAT??

weekend update

Had a pretty good weekend.
On Friday, I went down to the Plaza's art fair with Lor, saw some neat art and had a gross chicken taco from the stand. After Lor left, my new roommate Leeann met me down there, and we went to her friend Brandon's house to hang out. He is so damn funny!
On Saturday, we helped Ross move into his new apt, which is near our house. Then later on I went to a BBQ with Colleen and Adrien, then off to Ocktoberfest and met up with Ross. That was fun, cute vendors, saw a decent firework show, and went on the Ferris wheel. Got a good buzz on! Good thing Ross was driving. LOL
Sunday, I cleaned the house, and started thinking about Ian again. His phone was turned off for a few days, so I decided to write another letter to him, as I am finding out that writing is so incredibly therapeutic. (thus the reason for all these blogs suddenly).
I decided that I was going to drive by his house and drop it off, and right before I left, I thought I'd try to call him again. This time his phone was on, and he told me to come over, as he was packing. I was so scared! I finally had to face him, although this is what I wanted, was to see him one last time and talk to him face to face. Leeanne and Cullun gave me a shot of Jack Daniels and sent me on my way. I brought over the original Night of the Living Dead that I had found for him a while ago, and a few Guinnesses. ;)
Finally, I got to tell him the why's and how's. I asked him that does it make a difference now, that he knows and that he liked me back, (does this sound a little grade school-ish? Sheesh) but basically he told me that he's in a relationship now and he's monogamous.
I knew that. And I knew it was too late for me this time around. OH well, life is the way it is, right?
Funny thing though....as we hung out for the rest of the night, all he kept talking about was how annoyed he was at her, and how that yesterday was the last full day he'll have without drill for the next two weeks, and that she didn't call him, because she got upset the night before about something silly and stormed out of his house. Now, if my boyfriend had ONE FREE DAY for the TWO weeks, I'd get over whatever pettiness I was feeling and hang out with him. But, hey, that's just me.
So we just hung out and watched zombie movies and drank beer and caught up with each other. I told him that if he has some free time in the next two weeks that I"d like to take him out to sushi one night, to get one last, good meal in! :) If not, that's OK too. I feel so amazingly free now that I'm not bottling all the feelings inside.
I"ll tell ya what though....this whole girlfriend thing...it's not gonna stay the course. He's acting more like her father than her boyfriend, renting her an apt, getting her a job that she quit a week later, nope, he's not gonna stand for it. One thing he is not, is a stupid pushover.
So, I might have to wait 2 more years, but we'll see.

So, another one bites the dust...
ANOTHER ex-boyfriend of mine got married a few weeks ago without telling anyone. I have a very wide, extensive network of people that fill me in on things that are going on when I"m not around, and I got a fucking earful the other day.
Bodhi, my love and light, called me Saturday to talk some business, but also to tell me that Ike, DJ Blackliquid (check out his site at www.djblackliquid.com....always the promoter, I am I am) ... got married to Amy recently. Amy was the girl he met on the Internet after we broke up. She's a really nice girl, an actress, and they've been living together for at least a year now. Maybe longer, dates are useless to me.
This the same ex that broke my heart 2 years ago. He took a long time to get over, and we've maintained an excellent friendship after the first 6 months of not talking. I can truly say Ike is one of my best friends, I love him to death, although sometimes he drives me crazy, as ex's are wont to do. So I'm totally happy for them, but feeling a bit weird.
The first one to get married was Steve, over the summer. I knew he was living with some girl and her son, but I hear from Schad that they had gotten married and Steve didn't' invite either one of us. He might have invited Schad, but most likely sent him an email or some shit rather than an actual invitation. Now with Steve, I'm not surprised in the least. He's just that way. But Schad and I were both kind of annoyed at the whole thing. We've been friends for almost 14 years, and Steve's the first get married out of the three of us. *Humph*.
Now don't get ideas...it's not that I want to get married and pop out babies or anything, but I'm a 30 year old, never married, single woman living in the Midwest, where values out here are....well, people actually HAVE them. I"m an anomaly. Not that I care what a bunch of truck drivin' Coors drinkin' good ol' boys think....it just puts my head in a bit of a spin, now that 2 ex's are married off, one has a live in girlfriend, and one's in a relationship.
At least the one's I still keep in contact with. Oh yes, I keep in contact with them. They are still people, right? And if you liked them enough to date them, then why not keep them as friends? I always wondered about the girls that couldn't keep ex's as friends. Unless of course he beat you or killed your cat or something...sure, I can see maybe not keeping in such close contact. LOL.

General Update

Hi all...

In light of everything, I realized that I have not done any general life updating in a very long time.

I'm still living in Kansas City, Missouri, it's finally growing on me a little. Not to say that I want to stay here for the rest of my live (no way!) but it's OK.
It's going to be fall soon, and so the hot ass weather has finally come down in temperature. Its' raining out (no suprise there...cant believe how much it friggin' rains here!!).

I'm working for a small architechture design studio in the downtown area of KC. I started about a month and a half now, and it's been going very well. I like the guys I work with, it's very relaxed, and they dont care if I wear jeans to work. (sweet!)

Still living with Cullun, we are getting two new roommates. One is here part time on the weekends while she finishes up Massage school....we'll have a massage thereapist in the house...Hell Yeah! And the other is some guy Cullun knows, I havent met him yet.

what else? I guess that's it...other than above, life is basically boring, aka "normal". I watch more TV now than I ever have before, but we have a DVR, so I never see any commercials, which is nice, and I'm getting spoiled on that.

I'm going back home in October to see my mom and go to a women's weekend retreat thing she wants to go to...I cant say No, it's her birthday. LOL. Then I'll head down to San Diego for a day and a half to visit my sister and see some other friends. I'm bypassing LA this time. Not sure why, just feels right to not stop by there.

Spoke to Nino yesterday breifly. He's doing well in Santa Monica with a new job, although his health is not good, he's having some kidney problems. Maybe now he'll realize that he needs to change his diet, lifestyle, etc. Who knows? I just hope he's Ok, ya know?

Well, that's all. I'll be going to Octoberfest tomorrow night with Colleen and her husband, should be a good time, although the fact that it's in September bothers me. why not call it Septemberfest??

:-)

The Mouse Trap

Someone sent this to one of my Yahoogroups. I thought it was cute and maybe a little profound....

There's a mousetrap in the house

A Mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see
the farmer and his wife opening a package. "What food
might this contain?" He was devastated to discover it
was a mousetrap. Retreating to the farmyard, the
mouse proclaimed the warning. "There is a mousetrap in
the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!"

The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and
said, "Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern
to you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be
bothered by it."

The mouse turned to the pig and told him, "There is a
mousetrap in the house." The pig sympathized but said,
"I am so very sorry Mr. Mouse, But there is nothing I
can do about it but pray. Be assured that you are in
my prayers."

The mouse turned to the cow. She said, "Wow, Mr.
Mouse. I'm sorry for you. But it's no skin off my
nose." So the mouse returned to the house, head down
and dejected, to face the farmer's mousetrap alone.

That very night a sound was heard throughout the house
like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey. The
farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught. In the
darkness she did not see that it was a venomous snake
whose tail the trap had caught. The snake bit the
farmer's wife. The farmer rushed her to the hospital,
and she returned home with a fever.

Now everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh
chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the
farmyard for the soup's main ingredient. But his
wife's sickness continued, so friends and neighbors
came to sit with her around the clock. To feed them,
the farmer butchered the pig.

The farmer's wife did not get well. She died. So many
people came for her funeral the farmer had the cow
slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them.

So the next time you hear that someone is facing a
problem and think that it doesn't concern you,
remember that when one of us is threatened, we are all
at risk. We are all involved in this journey called
life. We must keep an eye out for one another and be
willing to make that extra effort to encourage one
another.

thank you

Thanks to everyone that's called, emailed or generally listen to me moan for the last week. :)
I love you guys.
Extra special "Thank You" to my awesome, great, funny, please-dont-get-snot-on-my-couch roommate Cullun, cheered my drunk crying ass up last night by showing my hillarious clips of randomness he downloaded from the Internet.
Thanks Karen for calling me up too, unforntunatly, I was pretty drunk by then, and don't remember all you told me, but I know it helped!
I cant believe what a tizzy I've gotten myself into lately. I mean, what man wouldn't want me? I'm smart, cute (really really cute on a good day), funny, random and have a great rack. :)
It's time for a little ego boost. :)

ps: Congats to Jen Ash for offically becoming a lawyer!! Go Girl!!!!!!!!!!!!

To Game or not To Game...

So I have a "date" with the guy tomorrow. Just so happened that I have tix to the Corpse Bride preview.
Went over to Colleen's last night to borrow a shirt...cleavagey! (is that a word?)
Apparently, I have no "Game". I was talking with Colleen, as she's way more experienced in the dating game than I am. One of the things she told me was to "play it very cool and ambivilent" tomorrow night. Meaning, tell him how happy I am that they are together, and that I hope they are happy. That way, she said, it will confuse him, and have him think about me more.

Huh?

I think that will put me smack back in the 'friend zone', with no hope of returning.

This is what i think, after putting some serious concideration into this. After all, this will most likely be the last time I get to see him in two years.
I figure that since I got myself into this whole thing by being quiet in the first place. If I had just opened my big mouth earlier, I wouldnt be having these terrible stomach aches. (that's where I carry my stress...in my stomach)
I think that I should tell him that I really do like him, apologize for being a big fucking chicken and not saying anything earlier. Just to be honest and forthwright.


Shit.

So, I just got a call from him, and he can't make it tomorrow night for the movie after all.

*sigh*

this sucks

well i asked him to call me when he gets off work to day.
Basically the ball is in his court, and now that he knows that I like him, it's his decision. I just wonder *how much* he likes the other girl.
However, he'll be gone in a few weeks, and he'll have PLENTY of time to think about it then.


I suppose everything happens for a reason. At least I got to break out of my shell.

Let this be a lesson to you!

So I havent written all in a long time. I know I"m a dork. In fact, I'm a REAL BIG DORK.
I just spent the last 5 days in fucking agony over some guy. See, I met this totally amazing man over the summer. At first, we were awesome friends. Then it turned into the occasional friends with benefits. *nice*. Then I didnt hear from him in a while, which was fine, 'cuz I knew he was going to be busy getting ready to get shipped off to exotic Afganistanland. *ugh*

Then I find out that over the course of the summer, he had an internet friend who was in a bad situation move out to KC. This girl kept telling him how much she liked him, but I'm not sure he was convinced. She's young, he's leaving, all that jazz.

So, after thinking about it way too much for my own good I finally got up the balls to tell him that I really liked him. It was so painful to actually write it out in an email...no, I didn't call him. I know, I know....anyway....
The next day after I sent the email, I popped onto his website (he's got awesome pix of him up there) and lo and behold.... he's got a picture of the girl on his site, stating that it's now his girlfriend! !!! !!! !!!

*I almost threw up at work seeing that*

anyway...
*ahem*

I was a wreck. I can't believe that not only did I wait to tell him, I waited too long, and he obviously didn't like me.

Well, after regaining my composure over the next few days, I again got up the balls to call him and invite him out on Thursday to see the Corpse Bride with me. (BTW, I never got an email back or a phone call until...)

An hour ago.

He's been in drill all week, and is going back many more times before the Army actually ships him out to Oklahoma before going to Afganistan.

So after plesantries, he says, "OK, so I just got your emails. Why did you never tell me this before?" "Because I"m chicken shit, I say, and also because you're leaving and I wasnt sure if I should even bother telling you." A few minutes later, I asked this all important question: "If I had actaully said something to you earlier this summer, would it have changed things?"
His answer:

"yes."

So, kids, learn from my mistakes and say what is on your mind. Not only does it save you 5 days of Pepto-guzzeling-cant eat-swollen eyes-foul moods-- it might just work out in your favor in the end.

So who knows what will happen. He's leaving in a few days, but at least I get to see him one more time with him knowing.

I'm off to Colleen's to raid her closet for a sexy shirt.
;)

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