Sunday, February 22, 2009

I love you guys....

So I was in a bit of a funk on Friday and I am just astounded by all the warm feelings and support I got from all my "imaginary" friends.

It was just me being mopey and dwelling on old, stoopid stuff but you guys were all so sweet and kind and it really meant a lot to me.

You guys are all totally awesome.



Friday, February 20, 2009

Libra Rising

I'm a Virgo on the Cusp of Libra (as I've mentioned before)

It's nice that I can read whichever horoscope I prefer on any given day, but there is definitely a lot of dicotomy in me. And not just the dicotomy inherent to Libras everywhere.

I have to balance my OCD Virgo side with my lazy Libra side, my hard-ass Virgo side with my empathetic Libra side.

Right now, though, I'm torn between dueling emotions. I got some WONDERFUL news about a friend of mine yesterday! I'm SO HAPPY for him.

But I've also been struggling with the loss of a friendship that was pretty important to me. I'm very ANGRY about this and I especially hate that this person, through the simple act of doing NOTHING, is affecting me so greatly.

I pride myself on being in control of my own life and of my own emotions - which is probably why I've been single so long. But the actions (and inactions) of others do affect me and I hate it.

So I'm teetering on a knife today between extreme happiness for one dear friend and impotent anger at another (I thought) dear friend.

I will, of course, compensate by rambling incoherently to anyone who crosses my path.

So watch out.

PS: To my dear friend: CONGRATULATIONS!!!

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Like Mother...

My sister had a phone surgically attached to her ear from the age of 13 until... well... now.

She was one of those super-chatty, effervescent kids with a very active social life and a wide circle of friends who always wanted to talk to each other.

Her spawn is becoming the same way.

My sister called me yesterday from my parents' house.

EEE: Hello?
Jo: Hi. What's that noise?
EEE: What are you talking about?
Jo: There's a lot of background noise. Is someone on another extension?
EEE: Not unless Fluffy has grown thumbs.
Jo: Huh. OK.
*we spoke for maybe 5 minutes in which she channelled our father: asking me to trouble-shoot a printer problem over the phone from 400 miles away (fun!) when suddenly she stopped talking for a moment*
EEE: Wha...?
Jo: Shhhhh!
*and then, in a stern "mommy" voice*
Jo: Little Miss Thing! Are you on the other phone!?
LMT: Yep! *giggle*

Ah, kids...

Monday, February 16, 2009

Radio Silence

There are plenty of things I'll never understand. But one of the biggest ones is Radio Silence.

You know what I mean. You've gone out with someone for a short while and then, out of the blue, he stops returning your phone calls or your emails.

My imaginary therapist, Angelique, tells me that sometimes when guys see themselves as the "nice guy" they don't like to do the difficult, un-nice act of actually rejecting someone.

So they just fall off the face of the planet without word or warning. And somehow they think that's "nicer" than saying: "Well, it's been fun, but I need to move on now" ???

So here's a message to all of you "nice guys" (and "nice girls") out there: GROW UP! Use your words and say what you mean.

It's really not that hard.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Human Kindness

So... I'm always amazed at people and how gracious they can be.

I'm even MORE amazed by how petty and ungracious they can be.

I got into an elevator the other day and it quickly became crowded. The last two people to enter were an elderly couple. We all had to budge up a bit for them.

"OW!" a woman across from me exclaimed.
"Oh!" said the little old man. "I'm so sorry! Did I step on your foot?"
"Yes," she snapped. "You did."

We were all clearly taken aback.

"I'm very sorry," repeated the little old man.

The woman didn't even look at him, let alone acknowledge his apology.


Friday, February 6, 2009

Busy busy busy

Ugh. So I'll probably be working all weekend.

I should be able to do most of it remotely (from my couch) and this sort of thing doesn't happen very often, but I'm still a bit miffed about it.

And I think I'm going to a movie tonight, but it's one I'm not especially excited about. "He's just not that into you" seems a little too.... something. I'd rather see "Taken" and I can't wait for "Coraline" (love Love LOVE Neil Gaiman!!!)

The last movie I saw was "Despereaux" with my 7yo niece. And before that: "Twilight" - which was WAY better than the book, but still not that good. I was HUGELY disappointed in that book. (My Score: Teen Angst = 7; Vampires = 4) I hate "warm and fuzzy" vampires.

Vampires should be scary and sexy and utterly compelling. Or else irreverently, obnoxiously, unapologetically campy. These were neither. They were lame.

OK, so now I'm rambling which is a clear sign it's time to get going. Obviously I'm not going to the gym this morning. It's 6am and I should never have opened my laptop. But at least I updated my Match photos...

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Being and Runningness

So, something odd happened today at the gym.

I was running. I'm not a huge running fan, but I've found that I almost crave it on days when I don't run. (Fucked up, I know)

Like I said, I really don't like running. I do it in intervals only. I started with 4min walking/2min running x 6 sets. Lately, I've bumped it up to 3min walking/3min running x 5 sets. By the third set I'm usually panting and sweating pretty hard and by the fourth set I've got a small stitch in my side.

But that didn't happen today.

In fact, something really odd happened in the last minute of my last set. All of a sudden I realized that it wasn't hard. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't hard. There was this weird disconnect between "me" and my body. I could feel my feet pounding lightly on the treadmill, I could see my heartrate firmly in Zone 4, but I wasn't panting, I wasn't hurting, and for that last minute, it felt like I could run like that all day.

It wasn't what I'd call "fun." But it wasn't uncomfortable either.

It just... was.

I just was.