KDP has been trying to buy a home of her won for a long time now. She finally found one back in late June. She was supposed to sign the papers and close the beginning of September. It didn't happen. Then she was supposed to close mid-September. It didn't happen. Let's just say this has gone on for a few weeks now.
Anywhoo..........yesterday, at 2:30pm, KDP finally signed those coveted papers & is now a proud homeowner with a beachy view!
All my best on this new adventure!
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
The Sunday Back-Up Plan
Ever since going in to the city to party it up for Crak's birthday, I have been texting with the Detective. If you remember, he & I met up at Stout back in May with Crak along for the show. He was okay....nice & all......but a one-upper. We decided to meet at Cozymels & he continued to brag the entire time. Tre' insecure.
Anyway, I thought I saw him patrolling Penn that night &, buzzin' like a fool, texted him. Well, that started a whole "texting friendship" that I would have been more than happy to avoid. He wants to get together. For about a month now. Always for a drink. Always on a Sunday night. I keep pointing out that I am not up for Sunday night cocktails. I work a 15-hr day Monday. I meet up with KDP many a Sunday night to chat & rehash the weekend.
I wanted to know if Sundays were best for him for some reason. So I texted "Why Sundays?" He sent it back "I thought that was best for you." I replied "No. I would prefer Thursdays through Saturdays. Is Sunday your only day off during the weekend?" His response: "No. I am off Friday through Sunday."
I left it at that. I am not somebody's fall-back plan on a weekend. There's no way I want some guy to prowl the weekend away and then, if nothing comes of it, think of me for Sunday night. Why? So he has some story to tell the guys at work? Forget it.
He called while I was in Columbus. He left a message saying he didn't know if I was still away or back or what & wanted to see if I wanted to get together. Sunday night.
So, I text him. Yes. I'm still away. Columbus is really nice. Having fun.
He sends it back "Yeah.....great city. I passed through it on my way to Cincinatti. I saw it from the Interstate."
So that's how its a great city? You drove past it? Again, everything with him is a "I've done that" scenario. His job. His car. His trips. Let him keep doing it without me.
I am not a fall-back plan.
Anyway, I thought I saw him patrolling Penn that night &, buzzin' like a fool, texted him. Well, that started a whole "texting friendship" that I would have been more than happy to avoid. He wants to get together. For about a month now. Always for a drink. Always on a Sunday night. I keep pointing out that I am not up for Sunday night cocktails. I work a 15-hr day Monday. I meet up with KDP many a Sunday night to chat & rehash the weekend.
I wanted to know if Sundays were best for him for some reason. So I texted "Why Sundays?" He sent it back "I thought that was best for you." I replied "No. I would prefer Thursdays through Saturdays. Is Sunday your only day off during the weekend?" His response: "No. I am off Friday through Sunday."
I left it at that. I am not somebody's fall-back plan on a weekend. There's no way I want some guy to prowl the weekend away and then, if nothing comes of it, think of me for Sunday night. Why? So he has some story to tell the guys at work? Forget it.
He called while I was in Columbus. He left a message saying he didn't know if I was still away or back or what & wanted to see if I wanted to get together. Sunday night.
So, I text him. Yes. I'm still away. Columbus is really nice. Having fun.
He sends it back "Yeah.....great city. I passed through it on my way to Cincinatti. I saw it from the Interstate."
So that's how its a great city? You drove past it? Again, everything with him is a "I've done that" scenario. His job. His car. His trips. Let him keep doing it without me.
I am not a fall-back plan.
What are you a card-carrying member of?
My mom told me a story today of a woman who attends our church and her experience in the dating world. She had been married for 7 years & it turned sour. Quite early apparently. The man only had a job for 3 months over the seven years they were married. UGH! LOSER!
So she divorced him and stayed single for a year. Then people began setting her up & she went out on dates. One here. Two there. Never leading to anything.
She went to Barnes & Noble one day to look at a book of literature from the 16th century. Pretty odd & yet oh so specific, right? And a man began chatting with her about the book. He had read it & found it quite interesting! He then asked if she wanted to go get coffee. She figured, why not? It's daylight. It's coffee. She had her car & keys. There'd be witnesses. And he was interested in the same obscure literature she was. Could be a match!
So they went to get coffee & had a great time talking. After an hour and a half of pleasantries, he asked if she'd like to exchange numbers. She said fine. He pulls out two cards. One was his phone number.....his business card. The other? His S&M card. Yup! He's a card-carrying S&M man.
Who does that?
Needless to say she has sworn off dating completely. Is there any hope for any of us?
So she divorced him and stayed single for a year. Then people began setting her up & she went out on dates. One here. Two there. Never leading to anything.
She went to Barnes & Noble one day to look at a book of literature from the 16th century. Pretty odd & yet oh so specific, right? And a man began chatting with her about the book. He had read it & found it quite interesting! He then asked if she wanted to go get coffee. She figured, why not? It's daylight. It's coffee. She had her car & keys. There'd be witnesses. And he was interested in the same obscure literature she was. Could be a match!
So they went to get coffee & had a great time talking. After an hour and a half of pleasantries, he asked if she'd like to exchange numbers. She said fine. He pulls out two cards. One was his phone number.....his business card. The other? His S&M card. Yup! He's a card-carrying S&M man.
Who does that?
Needless to say she has sworn off dating completely. Is there any hope for any of us?
The Farm's Verdict
I have been waiting with baited breath for some response from the former Eng. chair at the Farm. He observed me last Wednesday.....the night of Shecky's.......and I was panicked beyond belief. I don't mind people sitting in on my classes, but I freaked out with this one.
I ran into FC in the doorway of the building Monday and he was very eager to tell me that I had done well. He said that there is a lot of "positive buzz" about me on that campus. I asked how that is possible since I am only an adjunct & breeze in and out rather fast twice a week. He said "Just as students gossip about teachers, full-timers gossip about adjuncts". EEK!
He complimented me the entire time. He even said that he could learn quite a bit from taking my class. I almost passed out. Right there. And I told him that. I said that it has been ages since I had one nice thing said about my skills as a professor.....as a professional even.....and this was such a shock.
I had all to do to not cry on the man. And then I ran to my class. Many of my students had passed through the door where he & I had been standing and they asked, eagerly I might add, how I did. I told them that he was happy & he even said that they are a nice group of students. He did. They felt good, too! I explained to them how it feels to be observed. A few said that if they had to go through what I did, they'd just not show up. I was so wound up that I had to put my head on the desk for a minute. They laughed along wiht me & gave me a minute to compose myself.
Oh....it felt so good, if even for an af ernoon, to have someone genuinely compliment me.
I ran into FC in the doorway of the building Monday and he was very eager to tell me that I had done well. He said that there is a lot of "positive buzz" about me on that campus. I asked how that is possible since I am only an adjunct & breeze in and out rather fast twice a week. He said "Just as students gossip about teachers, full-timers gossip about adjuncts". EEK!
He complimented me the entire time. He even said that he could learn quite a bit from taking my class. I almost passed out. Right there. And I told him that. I said that it has been ages since I had one nice thing said about my skills as a professor.....as a professional even.....and this was such a shock.
I had all to do to not cry on the man. And then I ran to my class. Many of my students had passed through the door where he & I had been standing and they asked, eagerly I might add, how I did. I told them that he was happy & he even said that they are a nice group of students. He did. They felt good, too! I explained to them how it feels to be observed. A few said that if they had to go through what I did, they'd just not show up. I was so wound up that I had to put my head on the desk for a minute. They laughed along wiht me & gave me a minute to compose myself.
Oh....it felt so good, if even for an af ernoon, to have someone genuinely compliment me.
o HI o
I was the lucky person trying to take off in Thursaday's storm that ripped through the east coast. Roads were flooded & shut down. Tornado warnings stretched from Long Beach to Garden City. Pounding rain & driving winds made for a chaotic commute. Accidents everywhere.
I taught my class from 5:40- until 6:30, pushed them into the library to work on an essay, and tore out of the building fifteen minutes later than I should have left. I raced home....on flooded streets that could have swallowed my car........darted into the house to change & grab my suitcase & begin the long drive to LGA.
We chugged along the Northern State, passing accident after accident. It took so long to get there. However, I still arrived by 7:45. A whole fifteen minutes before my plane would begin boarding.
Now, I had checked online to see if my plane was delayed or cancelled. I checked numerous times before going to Briar. I had my family checking while I was at Briar. I checked one more time before getting into the car to head off to the airport. I called the airlines to listen to a recording that told me my flight was still scheduled for 8:29pm. I walk into the terminal and jump on the line & strain to see the monitors for "Departing Flights" and I see that my flight is now scheduled to take off at 9:15pm. Great! My luggage will still make it on the plane.
I went to Gate 2. I sat for twenty minutes. I hear announcement on top of announcement (literally. I had no clue what anyone was saying because two people insisted on making different announcements at the same time. This then became cause for numbers of people to go up to the counter and ask "What?") I heard my gate was now switched to #5. Okay. No biggie. I head to #5 and sat. For twenty minutes (again). Something just seemed weird because my flight, which had been posted on their board at Gate 5, was no longer listed. Did I miss the boarding? Is that possible while sitting right there at the gate? I went up to the attendants and asked where my flight number was supposed to be. They snickered and said "Gate 7". I said "Ummm.....I had been told 5 awhile ago." They smiled (that sneer) and said "No. You're at Gate 7". I start walking over to Gate 7, wondering how I could get single digits wrong, when I hear an announcement saying that my flight has just been moved to a new Gate. Thanks....losers.
We ended up taking off at 10:30. The flight was a bit bumpy and we had a HUGE dip in altitude, but nothing major. I landed in one piece around 12:15am.
I got off the plane and the first person I saw was Cowboy. He hasn't changed. Well, he has in subtle ways. His torso is broader.....a bit more substance to it. Not skinny like he had been, but he's still smaller than he probably should be. And no longer are there dark rings under his eyes. Apparently drugs will do that to you & stopping usage takes them away. We hugged. Hard. And in a matter of five minutes.......finding my luggage......it was as if we never missed a beat. I had my best friend back in my life.
We rode back to where he is staying in his very own Mazda 6. This is the first car HE completely owns since I have known him. Its all blue & pretty. We got back to his place & pretty much crashed. We laid there & he said "Can I have a hug?" I said sure & we hugged for a long time.
The next morning I bounced him out of bed so that we could grab Cracker Barrell for breakfast & then start the hr+ drive to Longaberger Baskets. I was so excited to go! We chit-chatted the entire day away...never missing a step as we did. We got back pretty late from the Basket place & decided to go to this gorgeous outdoor mall in Easton. I had to get Bearamy his souvenier shirt. And, what else would he have to have but the Ohio State University tshirt! Yeah...everyone wears OSU gear...or school colors.......or some sort of support. We were the only two people NOT in some form of red, silver, or white. Sad, but true. We walked around a bit, but it was cold & I was so tired. So we grabbed Panera soup for dinner & crashed around 10:30/11ish.
The next day was back to that Easton Center. They had a locally grown/locally made fair taking place & I wanted to see this in the daylight. We strolled through as if time had not passed for either of us. Still tired, we went back to his place & napped for a couple of hours. Then it was off to find a place to eat dinner. Olive Garden was his choice.....it had been the first palce we went together back in 2002, so it just seemed fitting. We ate & then headed down to "Campus". That's the OSU territory. Where all bars are located. Where everyone was in OSU apparel. Why? Because there had been a game earlier that day.......let me point out that their games are bigger than professional league games. Literally EVERYONE comes out for the game. The city of Columbus may as well shut down for the day because of the game. So we partied it up with OSU-colored people.
Still pretty tired, we went back and, once again crashed.
Sunday rolled around too fast for me & it was time to get back to the airport. We talked. A lot. He explained some of the things that happened between us. He explained some of his choices over the last year. He is truly sorry for everything that has happened & is trying to work on getting his life back on track. I forgive him. Not for him. But for me. I need to move on with the hurt & pain. I need to be able to deal with it. I still want him in my life.......in some capacity. How? I'm not sure. I do know he will always be my best friend. That won't change. But I am not sure I want or need more than friendship.
So while the trip was good in that I did not cry, did not get arrested for assaulting him in the airport, and did not have to jump back on a plane immediately because it was too painful, I am still left in limbo.
With time, I'll figure it out.
I taught my class from 5:40- until 6:30, pushed them into the library to work on an essay, and tore out of the building fifteen minutes later than I should have left. I raced home....on flooded streets that could have swallowed my car........darted into the house to change & grab my suitcase & begin the long drive to LGA.
We chugged along the Northern State, passing accident after accident. It took so long to get there. However, I still arrived by 7:45. A whole fifteen minutes before my plane would begin boarding.
Now, I had checked online to see if my plane was delayed or cancelled. I checked numerous times before going to Briar. I had my family checking while I was at Briar. I checked one more time before getting into the car to head off to the airport. I called the airlines to listen to a recording that told me my flight was still scheduled for 8:29pm. I walk into the terminal and jump on the line & strain to see the monitors for "Departing Flights" and I see that my flight is now scheduled to take off at 9:15pm. Great! My luggage will still make it on the plane.
I went to Gate 2. I sat for twenty minutes. I hear announcement on top of announcement (literally. I had no clue what anyone was saying because two people insisted on making different announcements at the same time. This then became cause for numbers of people to go up to the counter and ask "What?") I heard my gate was now switched to #5. Okay. No biggie. I head to #5 and sat. For twenty minutes (again). Something just seemed weird because my flight, which had been posted on their board at Gate 5, was no longer listed. Did I miss the boarding? Is that possible while sitting right there at the gate? I went up to the attendants and asked where my flight number was supposed to be. They snickered and said "Gate 7". I said "Ummm.....I had been told 5 awhile ago." They smiled (that sneer) and said "No. You're at Gate 7". I start walking over to Gate 7, wondering how I could get single digits wrong, when I hear an announcement saying that my flight has just been moved to a new Gate. Thanks....losers.
We ended up taking off at 10:30. The flight was a bit bumpy and we had a HUGE dip in altitude, but nothing major. I landed in one piece around 12:15am.
I got off the plane and the first person I saw was Cowboy. He hasn't changed. Well, he has in subtle ways. His torso is broader.....a bit more substance to it. Not skinny like he had been, but he's still smaller than he probably should be. And no longer are there dark rings under his eyes. Apparently drugs will do that to you & stopping usage takes them away. We hugged. Hard. And in a matter of five minutes.......finding my luggage......it was as if we never missed a beat. I had my best friend back in my life.
We rode back to where he is staying in his very own Mazda 6. This is the first car HE completely owns since I have known him. Its all blue & pretty. We got back to his place & pretty much crashed. We laid there & he said "Can I have a hug?" I said sure & we hugged for a long time.
The next morning I bounced him out of bed so that we could grab Cracker Barrell for breakfast & then start the hr+ drive to Longaberger Baskets. I was so excited to go! We chit-chatted the entire day away...never missing a step as we did. We got back pretty late from the Basket place & decided to go to this gorgeous outdoor mall in Easton. I had to get Bearamy his souvenier shirt. And, what else would he have to have but the Ohio State University tshirt! Yeah...everyone wears OSU gear...or school colors.......or some sort of support. We were the only two people NOT in some form of red, silver, or white. Sad, but true. We walked around a bit, but it was cold & I was so tired. So we grabbed Panera soup for dinner & crashed around 10:30/11ish.
The next day was back to that Easton Center. They had a locally grown/locally made fair taking place & I wanted to see this in the daylight. We strolled through as if time had not passed for either of us. Still tired, we went back to his place & napped for a couple of hours. Then it was off to find a place to eat dinner. Olive Garden was his choice.....it had been the first palce we went together back in 2002, so it just seemed fitting. We ate & then headed down to "Campus". That's the OSU territory. Where all bars are located. Where everyone was in OSU apparel. Why? Because there had been a game earlier that day.......let me point out that their games are bigger than professional league games. Literally EVERYONE comes out for the game. The city of Columbus may as well shut down for the day because of the game. So we partied it up with OSU-colored people.
Still pretty tired, we went back and, once again crashed.
Sunday rolled around too fast for me & it was time to get back to the airport. We talked. A lot. He explained some of the things that happened between us. He explained some of his choices over the last year. He is truly sorry for everything that has happened & is trying to work on getting his life back on track. I forgive him. Not for him. But for me. I need to move on with the hurt & pain. I need to be able to deal with it. I still want him in my life.......in some capacity. How? I'm not sure. I do know he will always be my best friend. That won't change. But I am not sure I want or need more than friendship.
So while the trip was good in that I did not cry, did not get arrested for assaulting him in the airport, and did not have to jump back on a plane immediately because it was too painful, I am still left in limbo.
With time, I'll figure it out.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Columbus-Bound.....Remind Me Why?
So Cowboy had asked repeatedly for me to visit. I had postponed because I didn't have time or money or I had other events that I was not about to miss. Two weeks ago I found amazing flights to Columbus, so I called and asked if he still wanted me to visit. Sure! He seemed happy.
Seemed being the operative word.
Since that time, phone calls have been less frequent. Excuses of "being tired" and "having to work" have come up regularly. We spoke for 10 minutes on Sunday and like three on Monday. That's it. I have not talked to him at all about anything real....significant........or pointless.
It seems that now I am going to visit, he has no need to call or try to talk to me about things other than work and hanging out with the guys. Yeah, that's the extent of the convesations. I ask him questions and he responds. He doesn't ask me. So he has no idea how my day is or how an outing with KDP, Crak, and the Blonde has gone. It's as if there's no interest.
So, I am hesitant to get on that plane tonight. I'm going with no expectations except to see him and see how I feel when I see him. I may be home Friday. Who knows.
But, if anyone wants to call me this weekend....be my guest! I'll probably enjoy the conversation since my host doens't seem to have much to say to begin with,
Seemed being the operative word.
Since that time, phone calls have been less frequent. Excuses of "being tired" and "having to work" have come up regularly. We spoke for 10 minutes on Sunday and like three on Monday. That's it. I have not talked to him at all about anything real....significant........or pointless.
It seems that now I am going to visit, he has no need to call or try to talk to me about things other than work and hanging out with the guys. Yeah, that's the extent of the convesations. I ask him questions and he responds. He doesn't ask me. So he has no idea how my day is or how an outing with KDP, Crak, and the Blonde has gone. It's as if there's no interest.
So, I am hesitant to get on that plane tonight. I'm going with no expectations except to see him and see how I feel when I see him. I may be home Friday. Who knows.
But, if anyone wants to call me this weekend....be my guest! I'll probably enjoy the conversation since my host doens't seem to have much to say to begin with,
Reactivating "The Year of the Buzz"
Last night KDP & I attended the ever-popular "Girls' Night Out" at the Puck Building. This was a much anticipated event and I was hoping it'd be just as good as the last two.
I originally wanted to let my 3:30 class out early so I could run home, change, eat, and get to the train without falling on my face. Then I got the email that I was being observed by the former chair of the dept. and there's no way I could get away with letting my group out early.
great
Now I'd be nervous & wound up all day anticipating this observation. The EngDoc came & sat in the back, smiled and said he'd try not to talk to the classmates & be disruptive. I had told him that I'd only be teaching about half the time because the other half was a research paper workshop. I was hoping he'd get bored & leave.
Nope.
He stayed. Until 4:45. Thanks. My three girls that are so disruptive were their typical selves and may have ruined my ob. for me. And, as usual, when you have to be somewhere NOW don't they all stay AFTER to ask questions? Could they have asked while EngDoc was there? NO!
So I did my best & then ran like the wind (well...okay.....I ran like an exhausted Grotter who'd been wearing heels all day & just had a big shot watch her try to maintain order) to my car to drive like a nut to get home.
I made it home just in time to jump into jeans and fly back out the door. The escalator wasn't working at the station so I had to "haul ass" up that too. I did end up falling into my seat on the train and had to take a few minutes to catch my breathe.
I found KDP at 6:20 in Penn and we were off to grab the D to head over to Lafayette. We made it there without incident & hustled into the Puck Building.
Ah! Drinks! We did a quick once around in the place and found the bar where we'd had such a good time in March. I asked some cute (but curly-haired...I'm not a fan of...personal preference) bartender to serve us. I asked him for something sweet...and true to form he said "Besides me?" Sober, I flirted mercilessly with him. KDP & I then walked away and sucked that baby down so fast because neither of us had eaten nor did we have anything to drink. A Grotter haulin' ass becomes a very thirsty Grotter. We did one aisle and made it back to the bar for Round 2. More terrible flirting. Shameless. But I had to do it.
I won't go any further but I will say that five drinks is all I managed. I have done eight at the last two events so I am quite disappointed in myself. The goody bags were just okay. Not even close to as good as the prior bags. I did get a cutie little tank for $7. The bartender asked if he could see it. Oooo.....we also scored free flip flops from some new line coming out at Macys. He wanted to see those, too. We told him to go get a pair for his girlfriend. He said he's single. Hmmmmm................well.................nah. I didn't bother. They are supposed to flirt with the women. And I was now buzzed. Buzzed
We made it home a bit after 11....... weak, I know. But I have been out of sync for a while and this may be just what I need to get me back into the Year of the Buzz!
I originally wanted to let my 3:30 class out early so I could run home, change, eat, and get to the train without falling on my face. Then I got the email that I was being observed by the former chair of the dept. and there's no way I could get away with letting my group out early.
great
Now I'd be nervous & wound up all day anticipating this observation. The EngDoc came & sat in the back, smiled and said he'd try not to talk to the classmates & be disruptive. I had told him that I'd only be teaching about half the time because the other half was a research paper workshop. I was hoping he'd get bored & leave.
Nope.
He stayed. Until 4:45. Thanks. My three girls that are so disruptive were their typical selves and may have ruined my ob. for me. And, as usual, when you have to be somewhere NOW don't they all stay AFTER to ask questions? Could they have asked while EngDoc was there? NO!
So I did my best & then ran like the wind (well...okay.....I ran like an exhausted Grotter who'd been wearing heels all day & just had a big shot watch her try to maintain order) to my car to drive like a nut to get home.
I made it home just in time to jump into jeans and fly back out the door. The escalator wasn't working at the station so I had to "haul ass" up that too. I did end up falling into my seat on the train and had to take a few minutes to catch my breathe.
I found KDP at 6:20 in Penn and we were off to grab the D to head over to Lafayette. We made it there without incident & hustled into the Puck Building.
Ah! Drinks! We did a quick once around in the place and found the bar where we'd had such a good time in March. I asked some cute (but curly-haired...I'm not a fan of...personal preference) bartender to serve us. I asked him for something sweet...and true to form he said "Besides me?" Sober, I flirted mercilessly with him. KDP & I then walked away and sucked that baby down so fast because neither of us had eaten nor did we have anything to drink. A Grotter haulin' ass becomes a very thirsty Grotter. We did one aisle and made it back to the bar for Round 2. More terrible flirting. Shameless. But I had to do it.
I won't go any further but I will say that five drinks is all I managed. I have done eight at the last two events so I am quite disappointed in myself. The goody bags were just okay. Not even close to as good as the prior bags. I did get a cutie little tank for $7. The bartender asked if he could see it. Oooo.....we also scored free flip flops from some new line coming out at Macys. He wanted to see those, too. We told him to go get a pair for his girlfriend. He said he's single. Hmmmmm................well.................nah. I didn't bother. They are supposed to flirt with the women. And I was now buzzed. Buzzed
We made it home a bit after 11....... weak, I know. But I have been out of sync for a while and this may be just what I need to get me back into the Year of the Buzz!
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