Crak & I exchanged gifts today at work. She is a riot. For some reason, she was trying to say shimmery & glitter at the same time & it came out wrong. I didn't realize it at frist, but I knew it was wrong & I said it back to her. That was when the actual words hit us! Yeah-----major slippage. Also, I shall no longer refer to her as Crak. Rather she & I are interchangeable enough to go as "Elaine & Suzie" (if you don't know that episode of 'Seinfeld'...nevermind).
Anyway..........the gifts..................
Elaine (or Suzie) gave me a Festivus Holiday book. To quote her: Hil. Air. E. Us. I want to host a Festivus party and use the recipes & decorating tips from this hysterical book. The next gift was a "How To Be Your Own Fairy Godmother" & it came with a pink star-shaped "fairy wand" that is actually a pen! Too Cute! Finally, she made a shirt with our new names on it. The front says "Elaine and Suzie..." and the back finishes off our famous saying....."Suzie & Elaine". I wanted to cry from laughing.
Thanks, Elaine, for the laughs & the funniest (and most appropriate) gifts! It was a Festivus miracle.
A Happy Festivus Season to all!
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Monday, December 18, 2006
The Most Interesting Cards I Have Ever Seen
I was in the card store near my house this afternoon looking for a card for work. I walked down one aisle and a group of cards caught my eye. I always like to stop and read the ones that are the water color backgrounds....you know the ones that are all muted colors and one shade leads into the next? Yeah, those. Anyway, the topics started out pretty normal..."Thinking of You", "Missing You", "Sympathy" and then it got to "I'd Like To Get To Know You Better", "Sorry I Hurt You", "This Could Be Going Somewhere", and "I Am Not Sure This Will Work Out". It's like I walked down the reject aisle.....or better yet.....similar to the movie "Rudolph and the Island of Misfit Toys". These were the most misfit cards I have ever seen.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Why Is He Contacting Me?
I woke up at 5 am out of a deep sleep because of a nightmare I was having. I sat up & looked around panicking. When I finally caught my breath, I saw my phone with a text on it. Cowboy. "I am so sorry you are as mad, hurt, angry that you wont call me. Hope to hear from you soon. I am sorry"
Why would I call him? What do I have left to say to him? He's texting me at 3am for what reason? His evening is over & as he is winding down he is thinking about me? Both times he's sent me a text were at the end of his day off. Nice. I am the last thought you have so you finish with this so as not to feel guilty or something?
I asked JW why would a guy break up with you, ignore your text & message for a week & then text you that he doesn't understand why you won't call him. He said it makes no sense. He also said that when he & other guy friends break it off with someone, that's it. They don't call later on to "see how you are doing". I can say that every guy I ever dated who has broken up with me has called me within a month to "check on me". Gag me. I don't think it's for any other reason than to have a guilt-free conscious.
But, if anyone can give me an idea as to why he is doing this, other than what I think,let me know.
Why would I call him? What do I have left to say to him? He's texting me at 3am for what reason? His evening is over & as he is winding down he is thinking about me? Both times he's sent me a text were at the end of his day off. Nice. I am the last thought you have so you finish with this so as not to feel guilty or something?
I asked JW why would a guy break up with you, ignore your text & message for a week & then text you that he doesn't understand why you won't call him. He said it makes no sense. He also said that when he & other guy friends break it off with someone, that's it. They don't call later on to "see how you are doing". I can say that every guy I ever dated who has broken up with me has called me within a month to "check on me". Gag me. I don't think it's for any other reason than to have a guilt-free conscious.
But, if anyone can give me an idea as to why he is doing this, other than what I think,let me know.
Saturday, December 16, 2006
How Interested Is He?
NJ finally wrote back to me from two days ago. I notice that days pass before he'll respond. I don't get it. This isn't a major conversation of emails taking place. Its along the lines of where did you last travel....last movie you saw.....pets & siblings..........that's it. He asked a few questions in his last email that I answered & asked him a few. This time he only asked me why I went to Fla so often & then if I had any weekend plans because his weekend is BOOKED. Don't worry, Mr. NJ, I wasn't planning on asking you out & I am geting the feeling you don't want to meet up at all. Which is fine because you live in Jersey & I don't plan to commute to see you. ;)
Almost forgot to mention that I added him to my buddy list in case he wanted to chat. I figured he could initiate it. My one list is linked to the other so I can see the same names on both. Well, isn't it odd that he has me blocked on the email account I gave him but he doesn't know I could see he was on with my other name. Yeah, he popped up on that list & I was confused. So, as I asked, how interested is he? Not very!
Almost forgot to mention that I added him to my buddy list in case he wanted to chat. I figured he could initiate it. My one list is linked to the other so I can see the same names on both. Well, isn't it odd that he has me blocked on the email account I gave him but he doesn't know I could see he was on with my other name. Yeah, he popped up on that list & I was confused. So, as I asked, how interested is he? Not very!
Two Evenings in One
In was in the works some time now that Crak & I were to go out & try that restaurant/lounge FOUR. So, last night we dressed up a bit & headed on over. We got there with ease & had to valet the car (complimentary, ofcourse).
We went inside & had to wait for the host's attention for a few minutes before he'd even acknowledge we were standing there. They seated us soon after & put us in their "winter" room. It was the last of the four seasons (get it?) and so interesting. Wait. Let me describe the restaurant first. It's, as I just said, based on the four seasons. The lounge is the "spring" area with couches & ottomans to sit on. Everything is light shades of green. The bar area is "summer" and done in warmer colors. The table area is "autumn" and more earthy tones, while the final room is shaped like an igloo & has an egg-shaed tv suspended in the center with a screen fire burning to keep you warm. Outside there are four panels facing into the restaurant that have nature scenes of babbling brooks, birds flying and waterfalls to set the outdoorsy feel.
The winter room has five ginormous booths to sit in. They hold up to eight people comfortably but these yahoos sat just us two little people in this thing. It was completely empty in the dining areas but they sat us in a spot that was so out-of-the-way it didn't make sense. We can spin this in one of two directions: they were trying to hide us because (as we later saw) we didn't have enough silicone to offer OR we were in the VIP-ish area where we could relax & not be disturbed by all of those fawning for our attention. I said we'd go with the latter.
We ordered fun drinks, food & dessert. Crak had a FOUR-jito. Four liquors to make some rellay good tasting mojito. I had the Candy Store. Lots of melon vodka & other stuff---can't remember because the dirnk was that strong & I have no idea about alcohols--with pop rocks candy in the bottom & around the rim of the glass. The stirrer? A sour apple lollipop. I was having a sugar rush beyond belief. Dinner was a coconut grilled tilapia for Crak & I had crab cakes & flatbread pizza. Dessert was not so much fun. You think we would have learned from our Sushi Samba experience, but no. We ordered some chocolate coca cola cake. Not so good. To top it off, they bring a pile of cotton candy on a large wine glass to the table as your "after dinner mint", but it's not a mint. It's a big pink cloud of yumminess in front of you & your stuffed stomach. We ate it greedily. I dared Crak to lick it at the end because I wanted a funny shot for my phone but she wouldn't do it.
Well, sitting there tipsy, we scrolled through her phone to see what was on the list of things to talk about so we wouldn't talk about work. Gameboy was on the list. I said his name out loud. She said "You should call him". And so I did.
He answered the phone & all I said was "What are you doing? Wanna come to Melville from Brooklyn & make out with me? Be here asap." I hung up & Crak just laughed & said "I didn't think you'd call him". Oops....too late now!
Here is where the second evening kicks in. We are titling this
What Was Once Hot Is Barely An Ember
So less than one hour later, Gameboy shows up with Cyprus. Cyprus is his "older friend" he brought for Crak. Ummmm................I can't say much about the man because he chose to speak Greek the entire time & he was wearing what seemed to be a member's only jacket in red. Now, had he taken the jacket off, we'd have been able to see what we were working with. But he clinged to the thing as if he'd die without it.
Gameboy.............is growing his hair out. NOT A GOOD LOOK FOR HIM. I was so turned on the last time I saw him I could barely contain myself. This time I was like "Dear God, Are you punishing me for something?" All I kept thinking of was the Seinfeld episode. You know the Festivus One? Jerry is dating a woman named Gwen. She only looks good in certain lights. The rest of the time they say things like "Yamma Hamma. It's fright night" and scream. That was me.
But, Gameboy is ever the gentleman & came out from work. Which he doesn't do for anyone. I mean he left his job at 8:15 in Brooklyn to come out by 9:15 to see me. This is a rare event. I don't know why he jumps for me in times like these, but it keeps me amused.
He asked if we wanted drinks. I said "water, please" and he turned to Crak and said somehting about me being wild and ordering water. She said "No, she needs to drink". He asked her what she wanted & she said nothing because she was driving & had sobered up from the FOUR-jito. He came back with a malibu & coke for me, grey goose & red bulls for him & his friend, and a fancy water for Crak. But, that's him. He is so good that way. Now if the fashion & hair gods had been on our side............................but sadly, no.
So we talked & flirted & talked & touched & then I started to feel really hot & dizzy. I said I had to go outside for some cooler air & thank goodness I did. I don't know if it was the mix of alcohols, the TONS of sugar, or the antibiotics (probably all three) but I felt lousy.
Crak & I stayed with them until 11ish when they got a table & we bailed. We went outside & had to wait (not too long) for our valeted car & started the ride home.
I have to thank Crak for being such a good sport through it all. Not only did we have fun during dinner laughing at random nonsense, but she waited for Gameboy & stayed with me (and them) until the table was ready. Very patient.
I got home & around 12:00, Gameboy called. We talked for over an hour. He flirted a lot with me & begged me to go over to his house (3 minutes away), but I was not feeling too hot & was already in pajamas. I asked him why he didn't kiss me there at the bar & he said he felt "weird because Crak was watching. I think she hates me." Okay drama man. Get over yourself. She doesn't hate you. She only knows you from what I have told her. We did agree to try & meet up later tonight for the make-out session we want so much. Before, I wanted to make out with him because he was hot. Now I want to make out with him simply because I need to kiss somebody & get myself over the Cowboy situation. I'll just have to sqeeze my eyes closed really really tightly so I don't have to face that hair. UGH!
We went inside & had to wait for the host's attention for a few minutes before he'd even acknowledge we were standing there. They seated us soon after & put us in their "winter" room. It was the last of the four seasons (get it?) and so interesting. Wait. Let me describe the restaurant first. It's, as I just said, based on the four seasons. The lounge is the "spring" area with couches & ottomans to sit on. Everything is light shades of green. The bar area is "summer" and done in warmer colors. The table area is "autumn" and more earthy tones, while the final room is shaped like an igloo & has an egg-shaed tv suspended in the center with a screen fire burning to keep you warm. Outside there are four panels facing into the restaurant that have nature scenes of babbling brooks, birds flying and waterfalls to set the outdoorsy feel.
The winter room has five ginormous booths to sit in. They hold up to eight people comfortably but these yahoos sat just us two little people in this thing. It was completely empty in the dining areas but they sat us in a spot that was so out-of-the-way it didn't make sense. We can spin this in one of two directions: they were trying to hide us because (as we later saw) we didn't have enough silicone to offer OR we were in the VIP-ish area where we could relax & not be disturbed by all of those fawning for our attention. I said we'd go with the latter.
We ordered fun drinks, food & dessert. Crak had a FOUR-jito. Four liquors to make some rellay good tasting mojito. I had the Candy Store. Lots of melon vodka & other stuff---can't remember because the dirnk was that strong & I have no idea about alcohols--with pop rocks candy in the bottom & around the rim of the glass. The stirrer? A sour apple lollipop. I was having a sugar rush beyond belief. Dinner was a coconut grilled tilapia for Crak & I had crab cakes & flatbread pizza. Dessert was not so much fun. You think we would have learned from our Sushi Samba experience, but no. We ordered some chocolate coca cola cake. Not so good. To top it off, they bring a pile of cotton candy on a large wine glass to the table as your "after dinner mint", but it's not a mint. It's a big pink cloud of yumminess in front of you & your stuffed stomach. We ate it greedily. I dared Crak to lick it at the end because I wanted a funny shot for my phone but she wouldn't do it.
Well, sitting there tipsy, we scrolled through her phone to see what was on the list of things to talk about so we wouldn't talk about work. Gameboy was on the list. I said his name out loud. She said "You should call him". And so I did.
He answered the phone & all I said was "What are you doing? Wanna come to Melville from Brooklyn & make out with me? Be here asap." I hung up & Crak just laughed & said "I didn't think you'd call him". Oops....too late now!
Here is where the second evening kicks in. We are titling this
What Was Once Hot Is Barely An Ember
So less than one hour later, Gameboy shows up with Cyprus. Cyprus is his "older friend" he brought for Crak. Ummmm................I can't say much about the man because he chose to speak Greek the entire time & he was wearing what seemed to be a member's only jacket in red. Now, had he taken the jacket off, we'd have been able to see what we were working with. But he clinged to the thing as if he'd die without it.
Gameboy.............is growing his hair out. NOT A GOOD LOOK FOR HIM. I was so turned on the last time I saw him I could barely contain myself. This time I was like "Dear God, Are you punishing me for something?" All I kept thinking of was the Seinfeld episode. You know the Festivus One? Jerry is dating a woman named Gwen. She only looks good in certain lights. The rest of the time they say things like "Yamma Hamma. It's fright night" and scream. That was me.
But, Gameboy is ever the gentleman & came out from work. Which he doesn't do for anyone. I mean he left his job at 8:15 in Brooklyn to come out by 9:15 to see me. This is a rare event. I don't know why he jumps for me in times like these, but it keeps me amused.
He asked if we wanted drinks. I said "water, please" and he turned to Crak and said somehting about me being wild and ordering water. She said "No, she needs to drink". He asked her what she wanted & she said nothing because she was driving & had sobered up from the FOUR-jito. He came back with a malibu & coke for me, grey goose & red bulls for him & his friend, and a fancy water for Crak. But, that's him. He is so good that way. Now if the fashion & hair gods had been on our side............................but sadly, no.
So we talked & flirted & talked & touched & then I started to feel really hot & dizzy. I said I had to go outside for some cooler air & thank goodness I did. I don't know if it was the mix of alcohols, the TONS of sugar, or the antibiotics (probably all three) but I felt lousy.
Crak & I stayed with them until 11ish when they got a table & we bailed. We went outside & had to wait (not too long) for our valeted car & started the ride home.
I have to thank Crak for being such a good sport through it all. Not only did we have fun during dinner laughing at random nonsense, but she waited for Gameboy & stayed with me (and them) until the table was ready. Very patient.
I got home & around 12:00, Gameboy called. We talked for over an hour. He flirted a lot with me & begged me to go over to his house (3 minutes away), but I was not feeling too hot & was already in pajamas. I asked him why he didn't kiss me there at the bar & he said he felt "weird because Crak was watching. I think she hates me." Okay drama man. Get over yourself. She doesn't hate you. She only knows you from what I have told her. We did agree to try & meet up later tonight for the make-out session we want so much. Before, I wanted to make out with him because he was hot. Now I want to make out with him simply because I need to kiss somebody & get myself over the Cowboy situation. I'll just have to sqeeze my eyes closed really really tightly so I don't have to face that hair. UGH!
Friday, December 15, 2006
A Literary Christmas
I saw this on a card at B&N the other night. I couldn't resist writing it down! Happy Holidays!
Twelve Grishams Gripping
Eleven Unfortunate Events Unfolding
Ten Clancy Heroes Leaping
Nine Hobbits Dancing
Eight Plots Thickening
Seven Habits of Highly Effective People
Six Book Club Meetings
Five Little Golden Books
Four Da Vinci Clues
Three Chilling King Tales
Two Green Eggs with Ham
And a Potter in a Pear Tree
Twelve Grishams Gripping
Eleven Unfortunate Events Unfolding
Ten Clancy Heroes Leaping
Nine Hobbits Dancing
Eight Plots Thickening
Seven Habits of Highly Effective People
Six Book Club Meetings
Five Little Golden Books
Four Da Vinci Clues
Three Chilling King Tales
Two Green Eggs with Ham
And a Potter in a Pear Tree
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Withdrawals
So.
I haven't called or sent him a text since Friday morning.........
I have been good. I have been (gulp) strong in not contacting him. However, I did send a letter that got out everything I needed to say & didn't know if I'd ever get the chance or the strength (to keep from crying). I wrote it Sunday night. I mailed it yesterday.
And now what? I get a text from him (at 3 am) saying "I miss hearing your voice. I never meant to hurt you. I hope you call soon." What? I didn't call? How about I left you a message Friday morning.............almost a full week ago. And you never did ANYTHING about it.
It is taking everything I have to not call him. To not text him. But I want the letter to get there first. And when he reads it, he may call. He may not. I may never call him again. I may never text him again. Unless, ofcourse, he changes his tune, sees the errors of his (stupid & selfish) ways and life is back to where it was supposed to be 4 weeks ago.
I haven't called or sent him a text since Friday morning.........
I have been good. I have been (gulp) strong in not contacting him. However, I did send a letter that got out everything I needed to say & didn't know if I'd ever get the chance or the strength (to keep from crying). I wrote it Sunday night. I mailed it yesterday.
And now what? I get a text from him (at 3 am) saying "I miss hearing your voice. I never meant to hurt you. I hope you call soon." What? I didn't call? How about I left you a message Friday morning.............almost a full week ago. And you never did ANYTHING about it.
It is taking everything I have to not call him. To not text him. But I want the letter to get there first. And when he reads it, he may call. He may not. I may never call him again. I may never text him again. Unless, ofcourse, he changes his tune, sees the errors of his (stupid & selfish) ways and life is back to where it was supposed to be 4 weeks ago.
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