tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91162852024-03-13T22:46:01.517-05:00Just a couple things worth mentioning........or at least I think they are.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14763631959383786592noreply@blogger.comBlogger267125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9116285.post-31146856281219028272011-06-29T12:24:00.002-05:002011-06-29T12:25:29.445-05:00I may be backI e-mailed a friend and former colleague today. Brought back a ton of memories and just got me thinking about how we all view situations differently.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14763631959383786592noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9116285.post-70455824938567878482010-08-29T17:40:00.002-05:002010-08-29T17:42:37.239-05:00Jane<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSQF0B2vqw4/THriGbxIcbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TQbdY8n4H-s/s1600/Jane+in+her+towel+1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSQF0B2vqw4/THriGbxIcbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TQbdY8n4H-s/s320/Jane+in+her+towel+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510965694202147250" border="0" /></a><br />Born on Saturday, April 24th. 7 pounds 9 ounces. I am in love.<br /><br />She's over 4 months now but here she is at 11 weeks coming out of a bath.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14763631959383786592noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9116285.post-1907021117082165432009-11-27T11:11:00.000-05:002009-11-27T11:12:11.142-05:00More updatesIt's a girl.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14763631959383786592noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9116285.post-83541455836515975282009-11-24T13:38:00.001-05:002009-11-24T13:39:19.441-05:00UpdateNewest update: we're expecting a baby on April 20th, 2010.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14763631959383786592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9116285.post-27277448391735857452009-01-21T13:43:00.002-05:002009-01-21T13:44:23.967-05:00Just married<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSQF0B2vqw4/SXds93KNA8I/AAAAAAAAACs/XAipGPulXhs/s1600-h/IMG_0149.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293819697031873474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSQF0B2vqw4/SXds93KNA8I/AAAAAAAAACs/XAipGPulXhs/s320/IMG_0149.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14763631959383786592noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9116285.post-87664131558682357842007-07-19T13:55:00.000-05:002007-07-19T13:56:00.423-05:00So you know when...So you know when you are talking to a customer on the phone and going on and on because you are actually pretty longwinded and you notice that it’s a bit quiet on the other end so you repeat their name a few times, realize you lost them, hang up and wait for them to call back all the while wondering, “Hmm… I wonder how long ago I lost him?” and then realize it was probably a good three or four minutes ago? Yeah me too.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14763631959383786592noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9116285.post-88447519170801222722007-07-10T13:18:00.000-05:002007-07-10T13:20:46.297-05:00Clean Air ReminderIf you live in the Philadlephia area and use PECO/Exelon Electricity pretty please with sugar on top enroll in their PECO Wind Energy program. It really DOES make a difference. It may cost a bit more but having a planet to live on in 50 years is worth it don't you think?<br /><br /><a href="http://www.exeloncorp.com/ourcompanies/peco/pecores/peco_wind/">http://www.exeloncorp.com/ourcompanies/peco/pecores/peco_wind/</a>Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14763631959383786592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9116285.post-27687039567188459512007-07-10T09:48:00.000-05:002007-07-10T09:52:04.738-05:00Is it just me?!I was contacted last night by someone in our California offices who asked me if I would please e-mail and set up a time to interview a prospective hire this week. She lives here in Philly and they asked if I could talk to her about the company and how it is working from home, etc.<br /><br />I sent the woman a nice e-mail giving her a quick and funny snapshot into my life working from home and said I’d be happy to talk to her further if there was a good time to reach her.<br /><br />She replied back this morning and asked if I was free after 9. AT NIGHT. Are you fucking kidding me? Who asks that? 9 PM. When most normal people go to bed. And a good 3 hours after NORMAL business hours cease.<br /><br />Now, at my company we really do work 24/7 but what little spoiled, Ivy league grad student twit who only works THREE HOURS A DAY asks someone who is supposed to be talking to them about the company they want to work for if they could talk after 9:00 PM because it would be more convenient for them?! GOOD FUCKING GRIEF. Starting a conversation at 9 means we wouldn’t end until 9:30 or 10.<br /><br />SO, I wrote her back and said, no, as I have a life, I can only speak to her during normal business hours: 8 to 6. She didn’t seem offended at all. In fact, she wrote, “Figured I'd give it a shot in case you were an evening worker!” So she said Friday at 10:00 AM would be fine.<br /><br />Even if I were an evening worker does that seem right to you? Is it me being old? Is it her being a selfish twit? I just can’t get over this. Am I being crazy?!? Overreacting? Anyone out there hold an interview after 9 at night when the position is NOT a night job?!?! Yeesh…Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14763631959383786592noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9116285.post-813774557189677392007-07-05T10:02:00.000-05:002007-07-05T10:18:02.275-05:00So very, very handyLet me tell you a little bit about Train Guy. He’s 50% OCD and 50% ADD. It’s an interesting combination and can work well in his profession which is research/engineering/lasers stuff (vague enough for you?). TG can fix anything or will die trying. His at home helpfulness specialty is fixing any object that has electricity running through it.<br /><br />For example, in my basement I had a broken dehumidifier that I couldn’t throw out in the trash and so I’ve been waiting for the Hazardous Waste pick up day. TG sees the dehumidifier, asks what’s wrong and I reply with, “It’s broken.”<br /><br />I went down to the basement the next day and in the middle of the floor was every single piece of the dehumidifier arranged on the floor. Every screw, wire, EVERYTHING. Also surrounding this was water and my good NO LONGER WHITE towels mashed into mud puddles sopping up the mess.<br /><br />“UH, TG? WHAT THE FUCK?!”<br /><br />“It wasn’t broken. The thingamajig had come loose from the thingabob and the doohickey needed blah, blah, blah, blah,blah…”<br /><br />“So it WAS broken and now you fixed it?”<br /><br />“Yeah.”<br /><br />“Well, since you fixed it I won’t give you a hard time for cleaning up your mess with my GOOD towels.”<br /><br />“Oops.”<br /><br />Here’s an example of his ADD. We now have 50 different projects in various states of completion all over the house. He sees a project and starts it and then thinks of another that can be started that might be more interesting, drops the first one, starts the second one and so on and so forth. Now I must admit he’s not one of those guys (and I’ve dated quite a few) who starts a project and never finishes. Oh DEAR GOD NO. Because then the OCD kicks in and he realizes they all need to be finished NOW. He needs to finish every single one of them. He can’t sit still. To the degree that I have to pull him away to make him go to sleep while repeating, "Don't worry it will still be there in the morning." We actually never go to the movies because he can’t sit still thru one. Renting one is a pain but I’ve learned that pausing a movie is just what has to happen with him while a fly or the idea of a new project gets his attention and he wanders away. I’ve gotten used to it and respect it as much as it annoys the living daylights out of me. But I digress.<br /><br />One other person who is really benefiting from all of TG’s ADD/OCDness is my Father.<br /><br />My Father has a MILD version of what TG has. He was always building something, hammering, working on something. Whether it’s his gardening or Mom needed a new bookshelf built or the car needed fixing my Dad could do it. Now that he’s gotten older he doesn’t do it as much but there are some things he doesn’t understand as well as SAYYYYY, Train Guy.<br /><br />Now my Dad calls the house and asks for TG. “Hi, is TG there? I have a computer question.” Or a TV/DVD question or a phone question or anything that involves wire question. And TG loves to help out. “No problem, K! Just do XYZ” OR “I’ll be right over!” And then he drops whatever he's working on and goes over to start one of Dad's projects.<br /><br />This is odd for me. Neither of my parents ever gave a rat’s ass about who I was dating. They always stayed out of my and my sister’s relationships. They never offered advice, never asked questions, never paid any attention to the guy. Nothing. I actually asked my parents what they thought when I told them TG was moving in and my Mother said, “Well, as long as you’re happy that’s all that counts.” End of story. They were always nice and polite but just never really cared about the boyfriends. Until now. Now I see my parents as actually LIKING TG which makes me unbelievably happy.<br /><br />So my sister, J, is flying in to Philly today with her daughter, O, and they’re going to stay a week. We’re all really thrilled and have been checking the weather every hour since Dallas (where my sister lives) is under 100 miles of water and is expecting storms and so are we. So Dad calls and says…<br /><br />“Your sister says the flight is on time. She also asked if we had one of those little handheld recorders. Apparently O likes J to read her stories into it at night and then when they go on trips O plays the stories back. J wanted to know if we had an extra recorder because hers is broken.”<br /><br />“Oh, sorry, Dad, I don’t have one.”<br /><br />“Oh, no, that’s OK. I told her to pack the broken one because we have Train Guy. And he can fix anything.”<br /><br />Seriously, I’ve never been happier. And don’t even get me started on when my Mom calls to ask TG exactly how he makes his stuffed Portobello mushrooms with balsamic vinegar reduction… YEESH.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14763631959383786592noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9116285.post-57726944898456046942007-07-03T08:01:00.000-05:002007-07-03T08:02:18.343-05:00It ain't pretty anymore...Now that I work from home and now that it’s summer I don’t “get ready in the morning.” My getting ready involves throwing on the exact same outfit (and I use that term loosely as an old pair of shorts and stained Old Navy t-shirt doesn’t quite qualify as “outfit” in my book, but I digress) as the night before. I do still shower. Everyday. I promise. But I now never use a hair dryer and if I’m feeling particularly sexy I may put on some mascara and, gasp, BLISTEX! Poor Train Guy.<br /><br />So on Sunday night my friend M and her husband G had us over for dinner. I decided to get gussied up. Clean white t-shirt, pink capri pants, and make-up including mascara, eye-liner and a little powder. Then, to make a big splash, I dried my hair. I don’t think my hair dryer has been turned on in about 6 months. SO I blew it straight and we walked out the door.<br /><br />M , upon our arrival exclaimed, “Wow, you look so pretty. You never look like that anymore!” Wow. Am I that bad?!? And then Train Guy exclaimed, “If I had said that to you you would have yelled at me and then hit me for good measure.” And he’s right.<br /><br />Now if you’ll excuse me I have to go put on some eyeliner.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14763631959383786592noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9116285.post-10164357582364694182007-06-20T09:22:00.000-05:002007-06-20T09:24:53.846-05:00Things that annoy meTraveling 9 hours in one day for a 45 minute meeting. In 90 degree weather. In the rain. Without an umbrella. And then not getting the business.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14763631959383786592noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9116285.post-37705958492969990202007-06-15T08:50:00.000-05:002007-06-15T08:58:27.981-05:00News itemI don't usually post on current events but I am FURIOUS. I'm sure you've all heard about the <a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/19188343/">young man in Georgia who is imprisoned for having consenual oral sex when he was 17 with a 15 year old.</a> It's not my business what they were doing but one thing I can't stop thinking about is do you think the stupid state of Georgia is now going to look up the records of EVERY, SINGLE woman who had a baby under the age of 18, see who the father is, his age, and then go lock him up? Because that's what they will have to do now right? If they're going to go by the law and everything. I hope they build some new jails because they're going to get full awfully fast.<br /><br />F****** idiots. Way to ruin a young man's life. He was an honor student, athlete and good kid but even if he was a scum-sucking bastard, and it was consensual he still shouldn't be treated this way.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14763631959383786592noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9116285.post-63943318828722522312007-06-14T10:17:00.000-05:002007-06-14T10:19:06.655-05:00So you know when (OR, the alternate title: THIS IS ONE OF THE MANY REASONS I WILL NEVER HAVE A CHILD)…..So you know when your next door neighbor has her perfect baby girl and her husband can not get out of work and can’t bring her home from the hospital so YOU have to be the one to drive their car over to get her and they ask you to please bring the baby seat thing from the back of their car into the hospital with you but they neglect to tell you, the woman who doesn’t even know which end of a baby is up, how the hell the stupid F******* contraption comes apart from the base in the back seat and you sit in the hospital parking lot practically in tears because it just does not seem to come apart just to look up and notice that uh, you’re an IDIOT and have been trying to pull apart their TODDLER’S car seat which doesn’t actually come apart so you look around to make sure no one has actually witnessed your stupidity and you walk calmly over to the other side of the car, where the baby seat is located, open the door, see the red eject button or whatever it’s called right in plain sight, push it and the car seat pops right out? Yeah, me too.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14763631959383786592noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9116285.post-33588186399397029982007-06-13T13:03:00.000-05:002007-06-13T13:06:37.078-05:00Pisses me offWhen you send me a really rude e-mail insisting that I call you at X time at X number and then when I dial X number it seems it's not in service.<br /><br />Thank you for making me reorganize my schedule and wasting my time. How very thoughtful of you. Next time we'll be working around MY schedule because apparently you're not smart enough to remember 10 simple numbers. And yes, those 10 simple numbers would be to your own HOME phone number.<br /><br />Yeesh.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14763631959383786592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9116285.post-45503363864351282532007-06-11T15:17:00.000-05:002007-06-11T15:20:04.338-05:00Does this button turn it on?So there are some nice benefits to having Train Guy move in. Someone who thinks it actually IS his job to take out the trash. Someone who assumes that he build the furniture from Ikea not leave it to the incompetent female and also someone who comes fully equipped with electronics equipment. And lots of it.<br /><br />I don’t give a rat’s ass about that kind of stuff. I rarely, if ever, listen to music, I gave away an iPod Nano that I won and the only radio station I really ever listen to is NPR. So when TG moved in and brought his fancy schmancy crap I was nervous. “Um, so how does Car Talk sound on that thing and where the hell is the ‘on’ button?” was the first question. Then he brought over the 50” high definition flat screen. Holy crap. I always thought it was ridiculous, the picture on the 27” TV I’ve had for 8 years was just perfect, thank you very much. I don’t want to have to move my head from side to side to watch something. And really, how clearly does one need to see Alex Trebek?<br /><br />And then, THEN, we found out to get HD service we have to get a new DirecTV dish on the house. AND it has to be the size, roughly, of my car…. Great. This sarcasm is for two reasons: one, I’m the one who works from home and will have to wait for the guy and two, and most importantly, when the last guy came, a total ASSHOLE I might add, he said that the only place it would get service would be right on the front of the house. I was SOOOO pissed. I said "fiiiiiiine" and then two weeks later the woman down the street got the same dish in the place I wanted it on my house!<br /><br />Back to the present, the HD dish is huge and I don’t want that thing on the front of the house. So I tell the DirecTV people on the phone what happened last time and if they send someone out and they can’t put the thing somewhere else I don’t want it. (Can you hear Train Guy whining in the background? Just imagine it, it’s pathetic.)<br /><br />Skip to the present. DirecTV guy is, is polite, sweet, nice and says, “You know, I can put this on the back of your house. You won’t see it from the street and then from the back I can put it in front of the chimney so it will be blocked from view when you’re in your yard.<br /><br />I nearly kissed him. Really.<br /><br />Maybe the electronics will stay. Now excuse me while I go look for the “power on” button on the TV.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14763631959383786592noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9116285.post-78023153431195836162007-06-08T08:59:00.000-05:002007-06-08T09:00:51.028-05:00Last night's dinner conversationTrain Guy: I can’t believe you invited them for dinner, you don’t know anything about them. We met them at a B&B in Napa! They could be psychos!<br /><br />Me: Oh shut up, they were nice, we had fun talking with them over breakfast. Like you're one to talk! You’re now LIVING with a woman you met in a TRAIN STATION!Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14763631959383786592noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9116285.post-82440703436598513352007-06-07T14:37:00.000-05:002007-06-07T14:54:15.549-05:00The past 4 monthsSo the past 4 months really have been crazy. Work is insane. For awhile I was wondering why I left my cushy 5 day a week job that I always got done in 2 days for this hectic, frantic paced 80 hour a week job. I thought I gave up working those kinds of hours YEARS ago! I've earned a slower pace! But then I realized how awesome the company is even though my big, bad bureacratic nightmare company took us over and I'm happy. Really, happy.<br /><br /><br /><br />BUT, in answer to Isabelle's e-mail: Train Guy (yes, he's still with me) took me to the Adirondacks for our weekend away. (I won't even bother linking to the post because it's only referenced about 4 posts down. Go ahead and refresh your memory. I'll wait.) It was gorgeous and restful and we ate and drank way too much and completely disappointed his Mother when she heard it was just a weekend away and her precious first-born had NOT proposed. We are years away from that, People. Really.<br /><br /><br /><br />What else, what else... oh yeah! So remember <a href="http://justacouplethings.blogspot.com/2005/11/old.html">how I met Train Guy</a>? Yeah, I met him waiting in line at 30th Street Station during a transit strike when the train lines went down. He was this adorable kid who kept interrupting my conversation with a perfectly lovely woman who is an architect? Anyway, mild flirting for a few months, a hot first date at which I thought he was picking me up in his father's car and 18 months later he's moved in. That's right. We're living in sin.<br /><br />OK, back to work. More to post tomorrow.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14763631959383786592noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9116285.post-7691356483298277542007-06-07T14:36:00.000-05:002007-06-07T14:37:51.789-05:00HI!!!I am so seriously flattered that you guys still come back to check if I'm still writing! Well, now I can't disappoint! Posts will follow.... PROMISE. Cross my heart and hope to die with a pinkie swear.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14763631959383786592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9116285.post-71110227715468199982007-06-04T14:15:00.000-05:002007-06-04T14:19:01.380-05:00Hmmm... so THIS is my blogI think I forgot about it. It's been awhile. Almost 4 months. It's been a pretty damned busy 4 months too.<br /><br />Here are the top 3 reasons I haven't posted:<br /><br />1. Work is kicking my ass.<br />2. Work is keeping me super busy.<br />3. All I do is work.<br /><br />BUT good news is that my work is kind of cyclical and now we're on a down cycle so I may start posting. Who knows if anyone even reads this anymore though. I promise to post daily, if not every other day if you guys are still out there!Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14763631959383786592noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9116285.post-68013130146403374652007-02-19T16:43:00.000-05:002007-02-19T16:47:34.926-05:00SO very, very pissed offSo my awesome new company? The free-spirited, Silicon Valley residing, foosball loving, kick ass company of 4o I left the big, bad, bureaucratic nightmarish, employee hating company for? Yeah, they just sold to the big bad corporation I used to work for. Welcome home, E.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14763631959383786592noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9116285.post-1170798356560403082007-02-06T16:38:00.001-05:002007-02-06T16:45:56.560-05:00Advice from EThings you shouldn’t say out loud in public: “Oh God my ass hurts” – you’re probably the only one who knows it’s from a long and torturous <a href="http://justacouplethings.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-you-know-when-you-have-couple.html">gym work out overseen by Mr. Zinfandel</a>.<br /><br />And when a guy says to you, “Hey, let’s try this, I saw it in a magazine!” don’t do it. No matter what magazine he saw it in. Mr. Zinfandel is looking for new ways in magazines to torture me at the gym. That’s what made my ass hurt. And thighs. And calves. And hamstrings. And some other muscles I never knew I had in the lower half of my body. Bastard.<br /><br />And finally, don't think that going to the gym guarantees weight loss. Even if you work out really hard. I'm gaining weight. Of course it could be because I come home and am STARVING so I eat the entire contents of my fridge... then restock it... then do it all over again the next day... stupid "getting in shape" resolution...Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14763631959383786592noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9116285.post-1170702110672332492007-02-05T13:42:00.000-05:002007-02-05T14:01:50.713-05:00Loved itI love the Superbowl. For a couple of reasons. One it's the second most gluttonous holiday (Thanksgiving is #1) and two, I, along with the rest of the world, love the commercials. And this year I did have a favorite. Some were REALLY funny! Some, not so much. I'm almost embarrassed of my favorite but it made me laugh so hard and the guy deserves MUCH credit for doing it (or his publicist for telling him it was a good idea). Yup, that's right, I'm going to admit it. I think the Nationwide Kevin Federline commercial was AWESOME. HYSTERICAL. LOVED IT.<br />Watch it <a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=sNOh-Gsukis">here</a>.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14763631959383786592noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9116285.post-1170424232543430572007-02-02T08:49:00.000-05:002007-02-02T08:50:32.563-05:00Trip guessingOK, so I’ve decided to take a daily guess as to where Train Guy is taking me for the weekend of March 30th:<br /><br />Guess #1 – We’re going to Pocono Speedway to watch the race cars. No, neither of us have any interest in car racing or whatever the hell they call it when lots of cars drive really fast around a closed track.<br /><br />Guess #2 – We’re going to eat at every single <a href="http://justacouplethings.blogspot.com/2006/09/several-things-worth-mentioning-or-not.html">Buffalo Wild Wings </a>in a 100 mile radius.<br /><br />Squance (see comments on my last post) thought TG will be taking me on a lovely nostalgia tour of beautiful Cincinnati, Ohio. God, I hope not. No offense…Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14763631959383786592noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9116285.post-1170350314258345952007-02-01T12:17:00.000-05:002007-02-01T12:18:34.286-05:00So far in 2007...I’ve resolved to stop offering to do things for people. Now, that’s not to say if you need a favor and you’re in a bind I won’t help you out but I am getting pretty sick of myself always leaping to everyone’s aid when it actually puts me out. Why do I do it? Who knows but I am making an effort to say, “Actually, no. I don’t want to offer to help you out with XYZ because I really HATE XYZ.” I’m sure I’ll find a nice way to say it though. Or maybe not. For awhile there I was really feeling taken advantage of but then Train Guy reminded me that I didn’t really NEED to say “yes” when people asked. It was a big moment for me. NO. NO. NO. See? I think I’m getting better already!<br /><br />The new job is keeping me really busy and my new routine of hitting the gym at 6:30 in the morning more days than not during the week is just adding to my exhaustion. But it’s all a good exhaustion. A “wow, things are really good, I’m really happy and my life is full” kind of exhaustion.<br /><br />Besides the same old same old here Train Guy sent me the following e-mail yesterday:<br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">“We have plans the weekend of march 30th and will not be home. We will also need to leave earlyish on friday (before noon if possible). Find a dog sitter. It's a surprise!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">love,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">(Train Guy)"<br /></span><br />Well now. I like surprises but I also have the patience of a gnat so I’m already losing my mind wondering where we’re going. Eight weeks? He expects me to be patient for 8 weeks and not bug the living shit out of him asking “Where are we going?!” He’s already threatened twice to cancel it since my asking is annoying him. The way I see it it’s his fault for bringing it up 56 DAYS in advance and not actually expecting me to plead…. and here I thought he knew me so well…<br /><br />Hmmm.. I wonder where we’re going since TG doesn’t believe in spending money on vacations. He sees it as a waste of money and would rather dump money into cars which I see as a waste but whatever. So where to? Has to be within driving distance and he said he’d tell me what to pack the night before So far my two guesses are my friends’ beach house since that’s where we went last year at that time for a long weekend or we’re heading to the Home Depot to buy paint to paint my ceilings all weekend. I’ve been nagging him to help me with that for a long time now. Now THAT would be an awesome surpriseEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14763631959383786592noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9116285.post-1166732025282641072006-12-21T15:10:00.000-05:002006-12-21T15:14:39.126-05:00So you know when you have a couple things worth mentioning?So you know when you go to your favorite blogs and they haven’t updated and you get really annoyed and you keep coming back and checking and then cursing them out for not posting because HELLO you need entertainment too and HELLO it’s been AGES? Yeah, me too. So, again, I suck and apologize. And in no way am I inferring that I’m one of your favorite blogs but I DO know for a fact that I am my Mom’s favorite blog so this one’s for you, Mom!!<br /><br />Random things not worth mentioning but I’m going to anyway:<br /><br />How does a girlfriend ruin her boyfriend’s FIRST Christmas? When in the car and he brings up something just say, “No, I wouldn’t want that, I’d never use it. That would be a ridiculous gift.” Then have him get quiet and say, “Um, I guess I need to go out shopping again.” Oh can the guilt be any worse?<br /><br />Seriously, I <a href="http://justacouplethings.blogspot.com/2005/12/holiday-cards.html">wrote about it last year </a>but when your children are old enough to have their OWN kids, please don’t send out the x-mas photo card with them as the photo. It’s creepy.<br /><br /><a href="http://justacouplethings.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-slap-bow-on-it.html">Remember this one</a>? Remember how I made fun of Chrome cologne? How could it smell good, I wrote? Yeah, last month as I was falling asleep with my head on Train Guy’s chest I asked, what IS the cologne you wear? Yeah, take a guess. That’s right and you know what? It smells AWESOME and makes me weak in the knees every single time I smell it… of course I feel the same way when he’s not wearing it but just looking at him. Yeah, you can go throw up now. In fact, I may throw up now too.<br /><br />My Mom gave me the gift of health for Xmas and gave me a gym membership. I now go every morning (well, for the past 3 mornings –she just gave it me) at 6:30 with <a href="http://justacouplethings.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-true-what-they-say-about-good.html">Mr. Zinfandel </a>up the street. He’s a physical therapist so in addition to having someone to carpool with and motivate me to get up and go every morning he’s been acting as my own personal trainer. He rocks. Santa may bring him a nice bottle of White Zin for Christmas….<br /><br />Why do women apply lipstick BEFORE working out? Carefully. At 6:30 in the morning?<br /><br />Why do people keep sending me boxes of chocolates when they know <a href="http://justacouplethings.blogspot.com/2005/12/can-one-freebase-cocoa.html">I can’t eat them</a>? I guess I shouldn't complain. Train Guy really is enjoying them and since I've ruined Christmas for him maybe chocolate will help him forget how much I suck…Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14763631959383786592noreply@blogger.com2