Saturday, May 30, 2009


Where the hell is the sun today? It was supposed to be sunny and pretty today.

I want my money back.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Open Letter

This is an open letter to the person with whom I had a rather heated disagreement yesterday.

First allow me to apologize for my initial over-reaction. I do not blame you for the entire situation, but we had clearly gone to some lengths to avoid others and your arrival and your assertion that we “wanted to be found” was frankly insulting and disrespectful from someone who I had thought of as a friend.

I am fairly certain (hopeful?) that you did not intend to frighten me with your comment about Facebook yesterday.

But you did.

I can think of no other reason why you would have changed your name to mirror mine and then posted that you’d “see” me – other than to remind me that you are privy to my name, my face, and my friends.

I hope I am wrong, but that post made me extremely uncomfortable and fearful. And I do not like feeling this way.

I apologize if you are offended by this, but I have learned in my years as a single woman that I cannot play games with my personal safety – even if I insult others and end up looking like a fool.


I plan to give you a wide berth in the future and I ask that you please respect me enough to do the same for me.

Thank you.


Wednesday, May 27, 2009


So, I am apparently a "lackey"

Good to know.

I'd hate to think that I was actually thinking for myself and forming my own opinions about things.

But apparently, if my opinion matches someone else's about a certain issue and if I state my opinion clearly and definitively (and heatedly) - I am nothing but a mindless lackey.

That'll learn me.

Will someone tell me what I'm supposed to think today?


Saturday, May 23, 2009

Best Laid Plans

Ah, the best laid plans.... (pun SO intended)

I had absolutely no intention of sleeping with my date last night.



Friday, May 22, 2009



Date #3 tonight.






Of course, my face has decided it hates me. I totally broke out over night. Stoopid face.


But I can't get too upset about it.

Date #3 Tonight!


And NO: I am NOT going to sleep with him! (Not YET anyway....)

Happy Holiday Weekend, All!!!!

Wish me luck!

Thursday, May 21, 2009



I thought that the whole low-pants-high-panties trend had played itself out.

Guess I’m wrong (wouldn’t be the first time – or the last) A woman sitting across from me on the train looks pretty professional at first glance: 30ish with a neat blond bob, silver iPod, frappachino, clean-pressed khakis, designer bag, and a pretty blue blouse.

And a lime-green thong.

Cotton. With a nice lace edge.

Not that I’m complaining.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009


I got it into my head recently that I should learn to drive a stick.

Seriously, there was no way in hell my dad was going to teach me twenty years ago when I was first learning to drive (Gak! Has it been twenty effing years??!!) For one thing we didn’t own a stick and for another, our father-daughter driving lessons lasted all of twenty minutes before my dad yelled at me to stop the car and get out. When he’d calmed down, he told me to sign up for Driver’s Ed at school.

That was my own and only D in school. I was pissed that it dragged down my GPA, but hey, I passed. (Actually got a B-minus in that class – Written: A; Practical: D-minus)

I’m a much better driver now. My main problem back then was that I was timid and inattentive. (And it wasn’t just driving where those personality traits manifested themselves – my whole persona was timid and inattentive)

“Timid” definitely does not describe my driving now. I like to call myself “assertive” – aggressive enough to move through traffic but patient enough to deal with gridlock and other people’s stoopidity without losing my nut. And I’m very attentive and aware of what’s going on around me (I do NOT understand how people can think that it’s OK to text and drive – Seriously? You’re flinging around a full ton of metal, glass, and flammable fluids! Pay attention!) And I’m good about sharing the road with motorcycles, bicycles, pedestrians, and squirrels.

So I’m a fairly good driver aside from a bit of a lead foot.

But I never learned how to drive a stick.

I know that it’s a skill that I’ll probably never NEED but you never know when you might be stranded on some third-world island nation with only a 1975 Jeep Wrangler available to get you out of the path of the grumbling volcano….

So I think I’m going to look into taking a few driving lessons.

But it’ll have to wait until my bank balance recovers from the recent repairs to the car I already own.

I was gonna wish you all a Happy Monday but then I realized it’s Tuesday.

It’s Monday to me. Yea! Mondays Rule!


Cheers all.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

The slooooow zone

Ugh. So I’ve been stuck on this plateau for ages. Seriously, I’m starting to go backwards. I had lost 25 pounds but I’ve effing gained five of them back. Dammit.

I tried working out harder and even mixed up my routine (no choice with the foot injury) but there’s not a whole lot I can do about my calories. My base metabolic rate is 1300 calories. I can shave off a couple hundred but it’s hard and dipping below 1000 is just stoopid.

So Sharon’s got a new plan.

For the next two weeks not only am I not allowed to go into Zone 4 – which I generally only did for short intervals a couple times a week – but I’m also not allowed to go into Zone 3.

Now, for me, Zone 3 is 142 to 164 bpm. And it’s harder than you’d think to stay below that benchmark. It’s hard and it’s booooooring. Add to that, she wants me to workout longer. Double boring.

But I’m willing to try anything at this point.

I’m also not allowed to lift heavy weights. She wants me doing very very very light weights (8 pound bicep curls? Seriously???) with high reps (3 sets of 20)

Today was especially difficult for me because I managed to forget my pod (which I still think of as my “walkman”) so I had to listen to all the obnoxious ambient gym noises and the annoying spinning music from the Boot Camp class (they always spin on Wednesdays)


The best part? On the weekend I’m supposed to do a recover workout. Recover from what?!

At least my sweatbands are getting a rest.

Happy Wednesday!

Monday, May 11, 2009

The Mythical Second Date…

I was beginning to think they didn’t really exist, that they were just something fanciful that mothers told their daughters about to lull them to sleep. Like mermaids and unicorns and honest politicians...

But tonight I will have solid proof that they DO exist.

A real-life, honest-to-goodness Second Date.

I’m going out again with B.

Holy carp!

A certain someone has referred to him as “the Frat boy” and that description might be apt (he likes sports, beer, sports, video games, sports, beer…. you get the picture) but I’m trying not to be judgmental. Our first date was good and we’ve talked on the phone a few times since then.

I worried a little that he was maybe TOO irreverent and Dude-ish, but he opened up a bit last night on the phone and I think I’m dealing with a decent human being here. A bit blunt perhaps, but no artifice or pretention, which you know I like.

Most of all, he makes me laugh. Seriously…. There’s a perpetual smile on my face whenever I talk to him.

And it doesn’t hurt that he’s cute.


But, again, we’ve only been on one date. We’ll see how things go tonight.

Angel, do you want a blood sample? I think my PEA levels are spiking…


Sunday, May 10, 2009

A classy brush-off

So, as some of you may know, I went out on two dates this week.

The first was with a very young man - 25yo. I'll admit that while in theory I see nothing wrong with a moderate age difference, I was hesitant about dating someone who was born in the 80s.

But the date turned out all right. We had good conversation and I was pretty comfortable with him.

Well, I heard back from him yesterday, and while he thinks I'm "sweet" he just didn't feel a connection.

I have to say, I really appreciate this kind of honesty! It's just classy. Too many other guys seem to just "lose her number" (and I'm sure girls are just as guilty of this)

Luckily, I was kind of on the fence about him, too, so it didn't hurt my feelings to be given the brush off.

And then there's the other guy...

The second date was with a guy a year older than me who is very very different from the first. He's a total "guy" - likes sports, is a bit of a button-pusher, totally irreverent. But he makes me laugh.

And we're still talking...


Which leads to the question: What on earth does one do on a SECOND date????