My Life

Friday, March 31, 2006

Last day of the month. . .Forced to leave work on time

I say my title as if I haven't been leaving exactly on time all week long, but that's only because I know for the next month I'll be putting in some long hours. As of now it's still unknown whether I will have to do 10 separate reports for this one group or if I can do just one that encompasses each of the divisions.

For the masses out their that don't know this already, I talk in my sleep. D- said that I never said any real words but he could tell if I was mad or upset or whatever. I guess that's my way of making up for all the talking that I don't do at work. I think this has also carried over into my first waking moments because toward the middle of the day I'll remember something I said. And of course, being the single cat owner I am, all these comments are directed at my cats. The other morning I explained the alarm clock to Baby J, but I think I called it something like my special tool to wake me up. Other than that, though, I'm a total morning person, stemming from my days as a camp counselor. When you're in charge or waking up 10 preteen girls followed by a brisk 1/2 mile walk up the side of a mountain you learn to be awake in the morning.

Ok, I'm going to start a new thing here where I'll post links at the bottom of my posts to things that are currently entertaining me. Why should I be the one with all the fun?

beautyaddict.blogspot.com- I check this website everyday, she has the best reviews of stuff

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0060596066/sr=8-1/qid=1143816534/ref=pd_bbs_1/104-1638428-3537533?%5Fencoding=UTF8- current book that I'm reading, silly and cheesy but fun. Hopefully I'll finish it today so I can start in on my next book.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0497079/

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Let Me Entertain You. . .

There is a scene in "Gypsy". . .right before she is supposed to go on stage for the first time at the burlesque theater. Gypsy is dressed up in a formal gown with her hair and make-up done and she looks in the mirror. She looks in the mirror and it's like she is seeing herself for the first time and she realizes that she's beautiful. Sometime I look in the mirror and feel that way. Like this morning, my hair was straight and shiny, my make-up looked good and an outfit actually fit me really well. I thought to myself that maybe I just needed to grow into myself. Granted this feeling never lasts and tomorrow I'll probably feel the complete opposite, but once in awhile is good.

Saturday night a few of us are going to Oscars for drink and to pick up rich men. Even without the man part it should still be a fun evening.

Monday, March 27, 2006

The Crazy Cat Woman, and Other Tales form the Weekend

So D- moved his stuff out this weekend, and it made me think about how there is really no proper etiquette as to what to do when an ex moves out of the apartment the two of you shared. Do you offer to help or does that look too pushy? Do you keep doing what you were doing to begin with or does that look too indifferent? I just stayed downstairs and offered a few times to get the door. I have turned the former children's room into a sweet little guest room, so all I need now are some guests to come and stay the night.

The rest of the weekend was peaceful. Friday I went to dinner and the movies with a friend who has recently found herself in a new relationship. She is completely obsessed with this guy and several of us feel she may find herself on the other side of a moral delimna within herself. All she talks about is him, she spends half the night text messaging him (even while driving!), and she tells people she runs into all about her relationship. Yes, I understand that this is all new and exciting, but as the rest of us are breaking up or still looking for someone we really don't want to listen to her talk about it for hours on end. Saturday and Sunday I watched some really bad Movies of the week taped off both Lifetime and Sci-Fi. The ones on Sci-Fi looked as if they had so much potential but they failed miserably. Plus, I've decided that I really don't like Sharon Lawrence.

Time to go grab some lunch.