Well hello there everyone. It's noon on Christmas Day and I am relaxing on the couch in the living room of my parent's house in Maryland. My tummy is full, I've shed some tears, and I'm just generally smiley.
This year is so unlike last year it's incredible. Last year I was pining over Paul (we hadn't talked in a little while because I'd decided for the who know what number time that I was done dealing with the whole situation). He'd told me straight up he wouldn't leave Amber during the holiday season. What a load of shit, he just wouldn't leave her period. Jackass.
Anyway, so I was simply unhappy last year and this year I am so happy. I am so happy with where I am in my life. I'm happy with where my life is going, who I've been spending my time with in Arizona, my success in my career (I've been kicking ass), just all around happy happy happy.
And so, HAPPY HOLIDAYS, MERRY CHRISTMAS!!
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
realtionship
teeheeheehee. so I'm in the first "real" relationship since mark and it is incredible. john and i haven't been dating that long but he is quite possibly the sweetest man i've ever known. he's declared to me that i am "his" and so, i am with him and no one else.
but there's no pressure and i am completely giddy about the whole thing. it's incredible and he's incredible and i hate that i have to leave for two weeks on monday, though home will be nice and ISM will be exciting.
that's all, thought you might like to know.
but there's no pressure and i am completely giddy about the whole thing. it's incredible and he's incredible and i hate that i have to leave for two weeks on monday, though home will be nice and ISM will be exciting.
that's all, thought you might like to know.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
weekend
So my weekend was fantastic. John and I had a blast in Flagstaff, though we took the long way up and stopped in Prescott and drove through Jerome, which is this crazy ghoast town that is suddenly inhabited again by hippies and artists. It's built INTO the mountainside. It's incredible. Anyway. So we took off around 10-10:30 on Saturday, got to Flagstaff around 5 (because we took the long way and stopped a few times).
We had dinner at this place called Sizzler, a steakhouse just inside Flagstaff. Then we went downtown and watched a very small town holiday parade. "The Parade of Lights." Bascially everyone in the town tried to get as many lights as possible on their vehicles and then drove them up the main drag. It was adorable. Complete with fire trucks, the high school marching band and a live band playing on a trailer being pulled by a truck advertising the local rock radio station. It was so much fun and really made me feel like Christmas is coming.
After the parade we went to a coffee shop called the "Late for the Train Espresso Bar." The main staple in Flagstaff is their train station, which also happens to house their Visitor's Center. Anyway, the Chai that I had was good but very cinnamon-y. Everyone in the town loved Crispin and all the little kids were asking so nicely if they could pet him. It's so funny to me when people ask, "Is he friendly?" He's just chillen out in my arms lookin around... of COURSE he's friendly.
Anyway, so we went to Safeway and bought a bottle of wine and had a couple glasses while we watched.... huh, I forget what we were watching.... and then we went to bed. When we woke up everything was covered in snow (mind you it had been snowing while we were at the parade and during the whole trip up to Flagstaff, so this is not surprising.) We went to a little diner across the street from the hotel and had a hearty breakfast. Checked out of the hotel and took Crispin with us to walk around downtown.
Remember when I said I bought him a little jacket? Well I decided that booties might help as well. First of all they're a pain to get on him and then watching him walk was an absolutely hysterical experience. Needless to say they eventually all fell off and I ended up having to carry him around all day, but it was worth the laugh. John of course, made fun of me incessantly for buying clothes for a dog, but Crispin needed it. He was shivering the whole time.
Anyway, so we walked around downtown, went into all the local shops and no one seemed to mind that he was with me. It was a really fun time. We went into hippie stores, antique shops, art stores, then made our way to the Visitor's Center in the train station but there was a big plackard outside: "No Pets" so we didn't go in. The wind started blowing snow in our faces, though, we we decided the car would be a nice sanctuary.
We left around 11:30 and agreed to stop at Montezuma Castle on the way back. Around 12:30, though, we got hungry and found a place called "Crusty's Cafe" on the GPS. It ended up being really good (I have leftovers) and really cheap. We got to Montezuma Castle and John took lots of pictures (I'll put his link up whenever he posts them).
We got back to his house around... 7:30? I dunno, I'd lost track of time. We played Wii with his roommate for a while and then he ended up coming back to the townhouse and stayed the night with me. I drove him to work the next morning and headed to Tucson. We were supposed to see a movie last night but I ended up getting back too late so I just went to his house and had some food and watched the Prestige.
I'm having way too much fun with this guy. He's a blast to be around, he's not needy, but he's so attentive and sweet. It's ridiculous. Anyway, we're just having fun. He's supposedly moving away from Phoenix as soon as he saves up enough money, so that blows hard core and is really preventing me from getting too close, I think. But anyway. We'll see.
That's my life's update, for those of you that care, hah. If you have questions, call me.
We had dinner at this place called Sizzler, a steakhouse just inside Flagstaff. Then we went downtown and watched a very small town holiday parade. "The Parade of Lights." Bascially everyone in the town tried to get as many lights as possible on their vehicles and then drove them up the main drag. It was adorable. Complete with fire trucks, the high school marching band and a live band playing on a trailer being pulled by a truck advertising the local rock radio station. It was so much fun and really made me feel like Christmas is coming.
After the parade we went to a coffee shop called the "Late for the Train Espresso Bar." The main staple in Flagstaff is their train station, which also happens to house their Visitor's Center. Anyway, the Chai that I had was good but very cinnamon-y. Everyone in the town loved Crispin and all the little kids were asking so nicely if they could pet him. It's so funny to me when people ask, "Is he friendly?" He's just chillen out in my arms lookin around... of COURSE he's friendly.
Anyway, so we went to Safeway and bought a bottle of wine and had a couple glasses while we watched.... huh, I forget what we were watching.... and then we went to bed. When we woke up everything was covered in snow (mind you it had been snowing while we were at the parade and during the whole trip up to Flagstaff, so this is not surprising.) We went to a little diner across the street from the hotel and had a hearty breakfast. Checked out of the hotel and took Crispin with us to walk around downtown.
Remember when I said I bought him a little jacket? Well I decided that booties might help as well. First of all they're a pain to get on him and then watching him walk was an absolutely hysterical experience. Needless to say they eventually all fell off and I ended up having to carry him around all day, but it was worth the laugh. John of course, made fun of me incessantly for buying clothes for a dog, but Crispin needed it. He was shivering the whole time.
Anyway, so we walked around downtown, went into all the local shops and no one seemed to mind that he was with me. It was a really fun time. We went into hippie stores, antique shops, art stores, then made our way to the Visitor's Center in the train station but there was a big plackard outside: "No Pets" so we didn't go in. The wind started blowing snow in our faces, though, we we decided the car would be a nice sanctuary.
We left around 11:30 and agreed to stop at Montezuma Castle on the way back. Around 12:30, though, we got hungry and found a place called "Crusty's Cafe" on the GPS. It ended up being really good (I have leftovers) and really cheap. We got to Montezuma Castle and John took lots of pictures (I'll put his link up whenever he posts them).
We got back to his house around... 7:30? I dunno, I'd lost track of time. We played Wii with his roommate for a while and then he ended up coming back to the townhouse and stayed the night with me. I drove him to work the next morning and headed to Tucson. We were supposed to see a movie last night but I ended up getting back too late so I just went to his house and had some food and watched the Prestige.
I'm having way too much fun with this guy. He's a blast to be around, he's not needy, but he's so attentive and sweet. It's ridiculous. Anyway, we're just having fun. He's supposedly moving away from Phoenix as soon as he saves up enough money, so that blows hard core and is really preventing me from getting too close, I think. But anyway. We'll see.
That's my life's update, for those of you that care, hah. If you have questions, call me.
Saturday, December 8, 2007
learning from blogs
So... I haven't written in awhile. This I am fully aware of. But the move to Phoenix and beginning my selling career has been much more stressful than I originally anticipated. Not to mention I've been "dating" and figuring out the relationship with my roommate. Anyway. So I was reading a blog that I semi-frequent, though not of late, and I could not even get through a single posting. It's so boring reading about another person's boring ass life. Especially when that person is bragging about how great they are and telling their readers things their readers most likely already know.
So it got me thinking. Why do I even write? Why update those EXTREMELY few people who read this when I'm most likely going to tell those people the same damn story when I have a chance to talk to them?
And I guess I realized. This blog is for me. It's my way of writing as therapy. Which, I suppose is why it is so erratic. When I don't need therapy, I don't write. And when I do, I do write.
So why am I writing now? Because I'm on a rant about how much I don't care about other people's mundane lives. And that I don't expect those people reading this to be interested in MY mundane life. It truly isn't that interesting. But oh well. If you like to read and you care about me (aha! maybe that's the issue! only those who care about me would read this blog, which is precisely why I couldn't get through the aforementioned blog! Because I no longer care!) then read on.
Today is Saturday and I am planning a trip to Flagstaff, AZ with a guy named John who happens to be amazing and also happens to have a badass mohawk. And I'm not talking like feauxhawk here people. I'm talking, shaved sides, uses Elmer's glue to get the thing to stand falmost a foot off his head, serious ass mohawk. And For some strange reason, it's incredibly hot, though he and I are quite a pair when we hang out, and we've gotten comments also. "Ms. Preppy out with the dude with a mohawk," was my favorite. But somehow, we work. Anyway, we're going to Flagstaff because it's snowing there and I'm sort of feeling like it's not winter since it still gets to between 75 and 80 on a beautiful sunny day here in Phoenix. So we're going to experience the snow.
I need to go purchase a sweater for my little dog who is going with us and isn't made for extreme weather like that. Anyway. I plan to have an awesome day. I hope you all (those few of you who read this) will do the same.
So it got me thinking. Why do I even write? Why update those EXTREMELY few people who read this when I'm most likely going to tell those people the same damn story when I have a chance to talk to them?
And I guess I realized. This blog is for me. It's my way of writing as therapy. Which, I suppose is why it is so erratic. When I don't need therapy, I don't write. And when I do, I do write.
So why am I writing now? Because I'm on a rant about how much I don't care about other people's mundane lives. And that I don't expect those people reading this to be interested in MY mundane life. It truly isn't that interesting. But oh well. If you like to read and you care about me (aha! maybe that's the issue! only those who care about me would read this blog, which is precisely why I couldn't get through the aforementioned blog! Because I no longer care!) then read on.
Today is Saturday and I am planning a trip to Flagstaff, AZ with a guy named John who happens to be amazing and also happens to have a badass mohawk. And I'm not talking like feauxhawk here people. I'm talking, shaved sides, uses Elmer's glue to get the thing to stand falmost a foot off his head, serious ass mohawk. And For some strange reason, it's incredibly hot, though he and I are quite a pair when we hang out, and we've gotten comments also. "Ms. Preppy out with the dude with a mohawk," was my favorite. But somehow, we work. Anyway, we're going to Flagstaff because it's snowing there and I'm sort of feeling like it's not winter since it still gets to between 75 and 80 on a beautiful sunny day here in Phoenix. So we're going to experience the snow.
I need to go purchase a sweater for my little dog who is going with us and isn't made for extreme weather like that. Anyway. I plan to have an awesome day. I hope you all (those few of you who read this) will do the same.
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