Hera lies the problem

Let’s start with Friday.

Lunch was awful! But then again, what in the hell did you expect eating at the Rat? And the service? OMG!!! I’ve had better service sitting downstairs at the bar. The servers came to our room and just yelled out the orders - like they were auctioning off the food. I was embarrassed for them. The crab cake was good however.
Later that evening - or let’s be real, at 2pm the girls left and went to Little Havana’s. I went home to change and take the pup out and met up with them at 2:45pm. Gretel showed up around 6 and Ginger at 6:30 and we headed outside to sit in the great weather. Debby Downer was playing a version of air hockey that I had never seen before with this guy and his friend. She was trashed and loving him. V was there for about 30 minutes, left in a huff and Gingers friend came by. They left to go somewhere and I met up with Debby Downer and LA (who I might mention was in her biking uniform: bright orange riding shorts with a neon blue shirt) who were in playing this stupid game with the boys. Apparently LA (who, if i haven’t mentioned before is a lesbian and always on the look-out) left with other work peeps to go to a different bar and then went home to shower and change. She came back to Little Havana’s and found Debby Downer and myself. LA wanted to go back to this bar in FedHill where she met a cute waitress. So, we tried rounding up the troops.
Debby Downer’s man was now flirting with someone else and was pissed. So I went over to him and said, “oh, it was nice meeting you, don’t want to interrupt…bye!” He tried following me but went outside instead. Debby Downer was now happier and we all climbed into the truck-a-roo and ventured off to Porters. The boys bought shots and drinks and then Debby Downer was sucking this kids face off. I felt waaaaaay uncomfortable and a bit like we were in high school. Have I mentioned that she is 10 years older than I am? Right!
Then I got a text from Ginger saying she was in Fells at Max’s.and we climbed back in the truck and drove over. LA was amazed that Ginger was there and thought it was such a coincidence that we ran into her again. I later told her about the text convo we had. Closed down the bar and went to BOP to get food. It’s probably in the neighborhood of 2:15 at this point and I had to go home. I probably shouldn’t have driven home because I was so tired (not drunk,  mind you).

Major headache all day Saturday and V apologized for being such a dick the night before. Got the recap from LA, which something like this:
So after I left to go home they all (Debby Downer, LA and the two boys) jumped into a cab and went to the kids house. LA was set up with his roommate whom they called, The Bowling Ball (also a lesbian). She was no impressed. LA asked to leave after barely escaping the worst shot on the planet. LA told DD that she should stay at her place and the kid drove them to her house. But…DD didn’t get out of the car. We’re assuming that she went back to the kids house. Who really knows. I’m sure she’ll tell us some story later today. Oh, and while we were all at Porters, LA kissed the kids friend. She is a lesbian and she was kissing this guy. And, then I got the phone number of the cute waitress she had seen on her previous trip to Porters. I apparently called her and then put her in touch with LA.

In a nut shell…how was your weekend?

And then, Sunday I got pulled over for doing 38 in a 25 and the guy didn’t give me a speeding ticket but a defective mechanical problem ticket. So, if I don’t want to pay for it, I have to get the tail light fixed, give the receipt to the judge and he’ll dismiss the charge. And no sleep.

Ginger, hope you found Dulles alright!

Let me begin with this morning. I turned off my alarm and then awoke in a major panic thinking that I had slept until10 or something ridiculous. It was actually only 6:15, but late enough that the run was not happening. I did however take the pup for a 2 mile walk, spoke to the Bro and then got ready to drive 25 miles to work only to turn around 3 hours later to join everyone else, who didn’t come into work, for a lunch downtown (approximately 3.4 miles from mi casa). Such a waste of 50 miles worth of gas.

So now I have 5 minutes before I leave. The lunch, the staff lunch where awards are handed out, is being held at the Wharf Rat, on the same property as my previous employer. We have spent many a wasted hour in that bar. Oh, did I mention this place we are having our staff lunch is a glorified bar? Huh!

And then the girls want to go to happy hour at 2:30 pm (oh, yeah, we don’t have to go back to work after the lunch) which is at the exact place I am meeting Gretel and Ginger around 6pm tonight. So, I’ll get there at 2:30, wait until 6 for them and be shit faced by 9 and make V drive me home. He loves me, I know he does.

Happy Friday!

Can’t wait to Helen’s tonight with Ginger. Until then, here’s something to keep me occupied for like fifteen minutes:

1. maybe i should workout more. I feel better when I do.
2. i love the smell of fresh cleaned laundry
3. people would say that i’m a tad OCD about my cleaning
4. i don’t understand why I’m obsessed with shoes
5. when i wake up in the morning the pup sneezes in my face
6. i lost my favorite black bathing suit
7. life is full of expectations
8. my past isn’t all that exciting
9. i get annoyed when the house is dirty and V does nothing on his own to help clean it
10. parties are better with close friends
11. i wish my boobs were bigger
12. dogs are the best
13. cats ; I could live without
14. tomorrow is one day closer to the weekend
15. i have low tolerance for self-righteous people
16. i’m totally terrified of dying
17. i wonder why cheeze-it’s aren’t better for you
18. never in my life have i jumped out of a plane
19. high school was a good experience with great people
20. when i’m nervous I talk fast and my heart pounds
21. one time at a family gathering I puked in the parking lot. Roung 2! (classy, I know)
22. take my advice: he loves the way you look even though you see flaws
23. making my bed is a must!
24. i’m almost always think i could loose weight
25. i’m addicted to picking my cuticles
26. i want someone to win the lottery and give me the proceeds

And now it’s your turn…

Which V tells me is not 14 in people years anymore. Based on something he read, dogs age to 25 in people years by the time they are 2 (in dog years) and every year older after that is +5 people years. Did I make that more complicated? He’s loookin’ good! The dog - well, V is, too.

We’re doing dinner tonight for the pup and I’m not sure what to make. Something with rice, eggs and cheese I presume. Obviously this is just for him as I will make something tastier. He’ll probably get some of that, as well. V might be home to help out depending on PA weather.

So, we finally got the tickets to the Motherland. July 9-29, 2008. I’ll send you a post card, Ginger and Gnugs. I’ll need your address first though Gnugs. I’m now on a quest to save $$ and look bikini ready. This means no beer and no pistachio gelato for dinner anymore! Who does that anyway? I’m running every morning and trying to do the video from hell every night. so hold me accountable and make me feel guilty for not doing it! My legs still hurt from Saturday’s run-through. The temp in the morning is so much nicer than it is in the evening. The pup and I did a 5K this morning and it was a slow go. Took us a while - nothing over an hour (thank god!) but not Susan G Komen ready, that’s for sure. I’ve tried to go healthy with my eating too. Vegetables to the max! And eggs. Except they make me gassy, so I’m partially opposed to them. It was like death, I’m telling you - and now I’ll stop.

I’m kind of stressed about this trip. I have $366 in my bank account and owe 5500 on one CC and 315 on another. One is being paid off and the other isn’t due until June. But still! How am I supposed to save $1300 for just the hotels, car and ferry when I make DICK? I’m thinking I need to not take a lunch and come in early until I leave, just so I can get some hours and subsequently money. There will be no shopping over there either. The last I checked - Saturday - the euro was worth $1.556.

I was also thinking about new cars. Not now, sillies! But when mine decides to stop working I’ll need to figure out a way to get a new one that doesn’t take a full tank of gas every week for $75. Yeah, that’s right. I wish I could bike to work. If I didn’t have to take 95 or go through a tunnel to get here I would consider it. I would love a hybrid but they are expensive suckers. And I kind of like my truck-a-roo. Is there a compromise? I’m sure, but in my price range - I’m thinking under 25K. I can make those payments and still afford to feed my dog. Screw the cats. Only kidding.

I’ll give this some thought and get back to you with my plan of action…

it’s been a while since I’ve said anything about the new j-o-b!

So far, in the first week I planned a going away party for the VP and three weeks later I planned a going away for my boss and I’m fearing that I might have to plan the going away of another team member. There are three of us left, two of us aren’t going anywhere. The third, Debby Downer (seriously, that’s what people around here call her) is acting exceedingly immature and pouting about the absence of the two others who left. They were apparently really good friends. At any rate, she has missed more days and acted as if the world were ending since their departure. Needless to say Deirdre (other member of the team who isn’t going anywhere) and I have so noticed this behavior and to be quite honest, are a little miffed by it.

For instance, last Friday Debby Downer came into work for a brief hour on her day off. I wasn’t sure exactly how to sign participants up for a webinar and waited for her guidance. She asked me if I had any and I of course said “yes.” She said, well, this can wait until Monday and then changed her mind all the while huffing and puffing on the phone. She snapped at me and said, “just send me the info and I’ll do it even though I’m not supposed to be here right now.” *then why the fuck are you in the office if you didn’t want to complete anything?* Deirdre also noticed this and I sent her an email asking her what just happened. PS_Deirdre and Debby Downer sit next to each other which is around the corner from me so Deirdre heard the entire phone conversation. She replied with a “I dunno, but I so heard that tude.” Good god!

We’re currently planning a seminar in DC for Wednesday -Friday and I thought PC was disorganized, but holy moly, we are, too. Speaking of which, I should probably get back to it…

Not going to say anything to Em. Decided, after speaking with a few peope, V included, just to leave it alone. I promised to be more aware of my emotions that I wear fairly obviously on my face.

Book club is starting in June and I’m waiting for the book to arrive!

Diva is having a bbq for mother’s day…so that’s what we’ll be doing.

This one is not so funny…

Saturday V and I went to the burbs and met up with Cam and friends. As some of you might know Cam’s sis, Em, is not someone I entirely care for. On our way to The Bar Em came up in my conversation with V. He said, “you know, it’s a shame because before you Em and I were closer, she was someone with half of a brain that I could talk to, not to mention that she is my best friends sister. she feels that you don’t want me talking to her and that’s why we haven’t spoken in about two years. She feels that you hate her and are always being cold and when she talks to Katie about you (Katie says that I’m super nice and sweet) she just doesn’t see it. She feels like she can’t talk to me anymore or hang out because of you. you know, you won, I made my choice and it was you, but she feels left out and wants to feel comfortable talking to me and hanging out when we see each other at the bars and such.”

Gee thanks!

First of all, that’s the single nicest thing V has EVER said about Em. EVER.

Secondly, I don’t care for her, and it started waaaay back in high school when she treated me like shit. When I first started dating V or coming around I felt this overwhelming sense of jealously, animosity and competition. Like she was V’s main friend that was a girl and now that I was in the picture, his attention was not focused so much on her. She used to snub me when we would go out and act extremely fake - which I can’t stand. Not only that but V would get annoyed with her and talk shit, which like any other girl, made me feel a little better for not liking her so much. As the years wore on nothing really changed. It was mentioned, IN FRONT OF ME, numerous times that V could have had a shot with Em - he could have fucked her on numerous occasions, but didn’t and this person didn’t understand why. Really?!? Couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t fuck another girl when I’m standing right there - his GIRLFRIEND! Retards, simply put. Anyway, that didn’t make me like her any more.

Also, like many of you know I wear my emotions on my face. If I don’t like you, you’ll probably gather that by my expression. She has noticed that and has mentioned it to V before. Well, dur. The last time I saw her was about a month ago, well maybe a month and a half ago and she was trashed! TRASHED! We started out at The Bar and headed someplace else, where she came up to me to say hi. It took close to an hour for us to say anything to each other. This is what I’m talking about. She makes it seem, while she’s telling V, that this is all on me, but half of it is her, too. Granted, this was a bad instance because she came up to me first, but still. She can come up and say hi, but never anything else. Never talking to me about it, only her friends and V occasionally. And, she tells all of her stupid friends that I’m this mean, cold person, which some of them have a hard time believing because I talk to them and we’re fine.  Have I mentioned that she is self-centered, self-absorbed and self-righteous? All great qualities…but I digress.

So, after V gave me this pep talk, I’ve decided, in my new-found zen ways, to call her and clear the air. Part of me is nervous but part of me would really hate to have someone V’s known for years to dislike me, since I’m not going anywhere. If this attempt doesn’t pan out, then at least I tried. And, I think I’m being the bigger person here, since she hasn’t mentioned any of this to me in the SEVEN YEARS THAT I HAVE DATED V.

ps-she moved about a mile from us (not b/c of us, just coincidence).

pps- if anyone has any thoughts of methods of getting through this or on what I should do, feel free.

This one is funny…

So Saturday morning V and I went for a run with the dog. As we were wondering around the track V mentions that his mother had noticed that I had updated something on Plaxo’s website. It’s a social networking site and lets all of your “frinds”/”contacts” know when you have updated any of your information, much like Facebook.

That being said, I had updated some of my info, including new business info and hometown info. As you all KNOW, I’m not from Charm City and therefor my hometown would not be such. I did however put my actual hometown; that place about 67 miles south of there. She in turn saw this. This is what went through her head and subsequently told V:

She is buying a house in A-town and is planning on moving there. She is breaking up with V and moving back to A-town. She hasn’t told V and must be planning on breaking up with him. I’ll ask him to make sure he knows of her devilish ways. I wonder if everything is alright in their relationship? How could she just leave him? Did she think she was being sneaky by doing this over Plaxo?

I almost tripped over myself when he mentioned this. I was all, um, okay, so I’m breaking up with you and moving back to A-town, but I’m not going to tell you, just mention it on Plaxo and buy a house and leave. Just like that. This lady is fucking crazy. And obviously extremely insecure. Although why she is insecure about her son’s relationship is beyond me. Never mind that last weekend was our 7 year anniversary. That apparently means that I’m looking to buy a house and leave - but I’m not telling anyone, just posting it randomly on Plaxo and hope against all hope that no one sees it.

Are. You. Kidding. Me?

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Dad and step-mother are in town! And it’s Cinco de Mayo. Being that our cultural neighborhood is, well, cultural, and the other dominant group is indeed from South America,  tonight is going to be noisy.

Currently they are in Cumberland, about three hours from here. I’ll leave around 3 and meet up with them. Dad has already mapped out the eating schedule. Zorba’s it is.

I’m excited to see them and bummed it’s only for the night. Sucks having them live so far away, and by far away I mean the other side of the country. They are heading south tomorrow and will eventually end up at NC State for step-mother’s daughters graduation. And then north again for bro’s graduation from COLLEGE!! WTF?!? I’m getting old.

Is what Ginger said last night in response to Gretel saying that I was warming up to Diva. I suppose this is true.

After our work-out - and OMG, I believe when I stated earlier in the day that my body was doing fine, it just hadn’t had enough time to start screaming from the inside. My legs are a bit tight as of the current moment - I went to drop the pup off at Diva’s so she could baby-sit while I am away. I got there around 11:30pm and she didn’t stop talking until 1AM! I’m all, I have to get up in the morning, duh, let me go. And it’s not as if she were actually talking about something important either. She wanted to know about V’s cousin was doing at work, about V’s other cousin’s adopted sister, Easter, this summer and more gossip. All boring, but I kept repeating in my head what Ginger said and I got a good few laughs out of it.

Today I am tired. And I have to leave work and drive during the worst traffic. Sucks. I would really just like to go to bed. This morning when I woke up at 6:30 (without the alarm) I packed for tonight, what I was going to wear to work tomorrow, what I am wearing to dinner tomorrow night, what I might want to wear to go out tomorrow night and what I want to wear Saturday while we walk around. I was not happy, and then I spilled coffee all over my freshly dry-cleaned linen pants. Damn it! And the cats wouldn’t come inside - fucking cats, man. And I spent 68$ on gas this morning…i should stop now.

The work-out, on the other hand is something that I might want to do again. Although during that painful hour I wanted to pop the blond instructors boobs with a fork to make her stop telling us, “you’re almost there, keep up the momentum, you can’t stop now, work it-is it worth it.” At one point I thought I was going to die. I believe it was when she wanted me to do a standing jump up on a step board and then squat right after I had just done something else strenuous with my legs. Ginger and Gretel just laughed. Glad I could be of some entertainment. Then the blond, possibly Hitler in her previous life, tole me to move to the back so I could to the jump thing on a smaller board - thank the lord! Have I mentioned that I’m a terrible jump-roper? Well, I suck. Need to practice. By the end of the class, when Ginger and I were literally dripping sweat all over the floor and board, causing much difficulty doing the scissor exercise, I was dead, but happy I had done it. Maybe next week? It can only get easier.

And um, Gretel is a beast! She was on top of everything. I thought I was in pseudo good shape, but I guess I was wrong.