Back on June 11, as Ronny and I were driving toward Cedar Point, he asked how many long-term relationships I had been in. I asked what qualified as long-term. He said more than two months. This was one day after he and I hit two months, so I said two. Him and Sergio. Then it dawned on me. I've had two LTR's now, and they were both with Brazilians. Upon further reflection, the next one in line (5 wks) was Puerto Rican. Next, at 3 weeks plus supplemental visits :) was a hot little black army boy. Tied at 3 weeks was my first (a black virgin islander opera major) and a medical resident (the only white boy on this list). I guess I DO like the dark meat, huh???
This will come in handy later, though it may sound irrelevant now: Thursday night, Ronny stayed over. On his way to his car on Friday morning, he said "See you Saturday."
So, Friday night we had a little dinner party for Nick, who graduated and is moving to Spain! They couldn't get organized well enough in advance to give me an opportunity to make the white chocolate cheesecake with raspberry coulis, so I did fresh banana bread and artichoke dip. Found Ben & Jerry's on sale, so brought some Karamel Sutra and Mint Chocolate Cookie. The party was at Brian and Irma's. They live like an HOUR away from here, next to a swamp. Irma got the bright idea to eat outside. I got about 30 mosquito bites before they realized we needed to move it back inside. About 11:30 I got a phone call from Ronny. He was NOT happy that I was not home. Got a little angry, actually. He apparently rushed to finish everything and got here about 10:30, to find I was not home. Saturday he was a little petulant. Said it wasn't really appropriate for me to not tell him I had plans for the night. Is he my "boyfriend" or just someone to be around with. Though, in my defense, I really did think he meant he was too tired, and didn't want to come over that night.
I guess I'm still learning. As mentioned earlier, this is my second relationship. Number one was with someone who lived about an hour away (1:15 for him, 'cuz I drove faster), so we had a pretty set schedule, and called before leaving. Or arranged things on email throughout the day. Ronny is not on email, and lives about 2 miles away. So, he has on several occassions "stopped by" and called from outside my door. I am going to have to learn a little more dating behaviors.
I spent some time calming Ronny down. I think I managed to demonstrate I really was sorry and would do better. Sunday I even bought him a Spongebob toothbrush!! He liked it. :)
Still haven't heard from or about psycho ex lately. I think he's still in Mass. I may have been right about the Arizona thing not really happening.
Monday, June 27, 2005
Thursday, June 23, 2005
ughh
OK, so last weekend was Providence pride. I was originally going to go with Nish. When Saturday rolled around I just kinda stopped feeling like going. I made up some excuses for Nish, and asked Ronny if he'd rather just go see a movie. So, I went with Ronny to see Batman (see previous post for more on Batman...) instead.
Yesterday was the 22nd. Still has Sergio connotations, even after nine months. Though, I was happy to notice that it was nowhere near as bad as it has been in the past.
Tonight I talked to Nish. Turns out Sergio was at Providence, and Nish kept bumpin' into him. Also turns out they spent like a half hour talking about me and our annihilated relationship. So, now that I know this, I'm in a 'funk' again. And I know that I shouldn't be.
It is a good thing I didn't go to Providence. Would have been a painfully awkward evening. Ronny is a total sweetie, doesn't need to be put in that situation.
Yesterday was the 22nd. Still has Sergio connotations, even after nine months. Though, I was happy to notice that it was nowhere near as bad as it has been in the past.
Tonight I talked to Nish. Turns out Sergio was at Providence, and Nish kept bumpin' into him. Also turns out they spent like a half hour talking about me and our annihilated relationship. So, now that I know this, I'm in a 'funk' again. And I know that I shouldn't be.
It is a good thing I didn't go to Providence. Would have been a painfully awkward evening. Ronny is a total sweetie, doesn't need to be put in that situation.
Sunday, June 19, 2005
"I am Batman..."
Friday night I had another interesting dream. I've had Madonna videos, Seinfeld episodes, and several murder mystery movies. I even dreamed a Lifetime original after-school-special kind of movie once, complete with credits. That's a little freaky...
Anyway, so this one was Apparently in honor of the new movie in megaplexes right now. I was going to a dinner party with Superman and Wonder Woman at Batman's house. I think I was also a super-friend in the dream, but couldn't see my own costume, so do not know which one. (Though I think my power was pointing out the obvious. No comments from the peanut gallery!)
Dinner was going along fine until Batman FLIPPED out. Completely went nutso. SM, WW, and I kinda looked at each other with that uncomfortable grimmace, and SM and I decided to "take care" of the situation. Which of course in comic books means KILL the bad guy, who in this case was Batman. (Oh, I should mention, in THIS version, Batman lived in a boring middle class colonial in some vapid suburb.) You would think having Superman on your side would come in handy in a situation like this, but he was kind of a wuss here. After getting nowhere for a while we hatched a more formidable plan. It involved pouring lighter fluid all over the stove. Then we punched out BM so he fell backwards onto the stove. Then lit the burner, and FWOOOF - Bat Flambe!
As we head to leave, I somehow realize that WW is in the bathroom. So I open the door, she's taking a shower. (Ashy pale skin, kinda flat, not very attractive physique. Turns out her name is Wendy!) She looked a little insulted that I walked in on her, but I mentioned that the house was about to burn down and she needed to leave immediately. She was a little more grateful, then.
So SM and I leave, he's about to get in his car (Ford Explorer for those keeping track), and I realize still no WW. I said I thought we should make sure she made it out OK before leaving. He's like Oh all right... As we head back to the house, I notice the kitchen is not engulfed in flames, so we figure BM must still be on the move. We kind of hide, then hear him go into the garage. So we go in the house, SM follows BM into the garage, I go knock on the bathroom door.
"Are you COMING??"
"Do you REALIZE how difficult this suit is to get ON!?"
"Just throw on a pair of jeans and worry about the suit LATER!"
(Somehow it seemed obvious at the time that Wonder Woman would keep a spare pair jeans in Batman's bathroom.)
So, WW finally gets done in the bathroom, we head into the garage. SM is on the phone with a locksmith asking him to come over and open up the storage lockers in Batman's garage. Superman needing a locksmith. Now that's not something you normally see in a Marvel comic!! So, as SM tries to figure out where BM is hiding in the garage, WW heads outside and finds a secret door that heads to a secret basement, complete with gun-toting henchmen who are REALLY easy to knock out. I tell SM to follow. We head downstairs, WW is gone. Head around the corner, and there is a hallway of rooms. I go in one, nothing. Go in another, and there's Wonder Woman, tied down to a bed. I let her loose and we continue on. We go look for Superman. Can't find him. Now WW is gone again. I head back to the rooms. Go in another one, there's this guy Corey. Late 30's, pasty, balding, not healthy looking. He tells me that Bruce Wayne had kidnapped him and was doing experiments on him. Cue ominous music. I decide I NEED to tell SM and WW about this one. Can't find them, of course. Head back to the rooms. New room. Really dim inside. There's a woman on the bed.
"Wendy??" (Remember, that's Wonder Woman.)
"nnnn" faintly.
I go up to the woman, but can't really see her. She's too weak to talk. I keep thinking it's WW. So, she grabs a Polaroid camera and snaps one of her face, so the light will show who she is.
"SUZANNA!?!"
(Yes, I am aware that it is odd for someone too weak to speak to whip out a Polaroid camera... And, no, you are not supposed to know who Suzanna is. One of those Plot Twists! Dun-dun-duuuuuuunnn)
"I thought you were dead!!"
"hsnnnhs"
I lean in much closer.
"Bruce staged my death so he..."
Someone is coming down the hall. I hide behind the door. There's a fiery glow coming down the hallway that I can see through the crack under the door. BM is apparently still ablaze, but now it's become 'part' of him. (Incidentally, he was also now accompanied by a metallic rotary grinding sound - sort of like out of War of the Worlds.)
That's when I woke up. Bummer, huh?
The thought of Wonder Woman in a bathroom struggling to get into her tights is just so funny, though, isn't it?? In all those superhero comics, it was always this magical twirl or swooshing through a phone booth, and Presto! the costume change is complete. Having one sit there kvetching about it is a little refreshing!
Anyway, so this one was Apparently in honor of the new movie in megaplexes right now. I was going to a dinner party with Superman and Wonder Woman at Batman's house. I think I was also a super-friend in the dream, but couldn't see my own costume, so do not know which one. (Though I think my power was pointing out the obvious. No comments from the peanut gallery!)
Dinner was going along fine until Batman FLIPPED out. Completely went nutso. SM, WW, and I kinda looked at each other with that uncomfortable grimmace, and SM and I decided to "take care" of the situation. Which of course in comic books means KILL the bad guy, who in this case was Batman. (Oh, I should mention, in THIS version, Batman lived in a boring middle class colonial in some vapid suburb.) You would think having Superman on your side would come in handy in a situation like this, but he was kind of a wuss here. After getting nowhere for a while we hatched a more formidable plan. It involved pouring lighter fluid all over the stove. Then we punched out BM so he fell backwards onto the stove. Then lit the burner, and FWOOOF - Bat Flambe!
As we head to leave, I somehow realize that WW is in the bathroom. So I open the door, she's taking a shower. (Ashy pale skin, kinda flat, not very attractive physique. Turns out her name is Wendy!) She looked a little insulted that I walked in on her, but I mentioned that the house was about to burn down and she needed to leave immediately. She was a little more grateful, then.
So SM and I leave, he's about to get in his car (Ford Explorer for those keeping track), and I realize still no WW. I said I thought we should make sure she made it out OK before leaving. He's like Oh all right... As we head back to the house, I notice the kitchen is not engulfed in flames, so we figure BM must still be on the move. We kind of hide, then hear him go into the garage. So we go in the house, SM follows BM into the garage, I go knock on the bathroom door.
"Are you COMING??"
"Do you REALIZE how difficult this suit is to get ON!?"
"Just throw on a pair of jeans and worry about the suit LATER!"
(Somehow it seemed obvious at the time that Wonder Woman would keep a spare pair jeans in Batman's bathroom.)
So, WW finally gets done in the bathroom, we head into the garage. SM is on the phone with a locksmith asking him to come over and open up the storage lockers in Batman's garage. Superman needing a locksmith. Now that's not something you normally see in a Marvel comic!! So, as SM tries to figure out where BM is hiding in the garage, WW heads outside and finds a secret door that heads to a secret basement, complete with gun-toting henchmen who are REALLY easy to knock out. I tell SM to follow. We head downstairs, WW is gone. Head around the corner, and there is a hallway of rooms. I go in one, nothing. Go in another, and there's Wonder Woman, tied down to a bed. I let her loose and we continue on. We go look for Superman. Can't find him. Now WW is gone again. I head back to the rooms. Go in another one, there's this guy Corey. Late 30's, pasty, balding, not healthy looking. He tells me that Bruce Wayne had kidnapped him and was doing experiments on him. Cue ominous music. I decide I NEED to tell SM and WW about this one. Can't find them, of course. Head back to the rooms. New room. Really dim inside. There's a woman on the bed.
"Wendy??" (Remember, that's Wonder Woman.)
"nnnn" faintly.
I go up to the woman, but can't really see her. She's too weak to talk. I keep thinking it's WW. So, she grabs a Polaroid camera and snaps one of her face, so the light will show who she is.
"SUZANNA!?!"
(Yes, I am aware that it is odd for someone too weak to speak to whip out a Polaroid camera... And, no, you are not supposed to know who Suzanna is. One of those Plot Twists! Dun-dun-duuuuuuunnn)
"I thought you were dead!!"
"hsnnnhs"
I lean in much closer.
"Bruce staged my death so he..."
Someone is coming down the hall. I hide behind the door. There's a fiery glow coming down the hallway that I can see through the crack under the door. BM is apparently still ablaze, but now it's become 'part' of him. (Incidentally, he was also now accompanied by a metallic rotary grinding sound - sort of like out of War of the Worlds.)
That's when I woke up. Bummer, huh?
The thought of Wonder Woman in a bathroom struggling to get into her tights is just so funny, though, isn't it?? In all those superhero comics, it was always this magical twirl or swooshing through a phone booth, and Presto! the costume change is complete. Having one sit there kvetching about it is a little refreshing!
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
More Dairy
I realized I haven't been including enough "Dairies" references to justify the title of this blog, so I will mention that at Cedar Point on Monday I had a Cheeseburger and Strawberry shake. (Kinda hit the fruits, there, too!)
Oh, and I forgot to dump the milk before I left Saturday, so it really smelled bad when I got back.
;)
Oh, and I forgot to dump the milk before I left Saturday, so it really smelled bad when I got back.
;)
I'm officially a Mass-hole
Massachusetts drivers are known for being really bad. The nickname had developed of calling bad MA drivers Mass-holes. Well, it's official. I got an out-of-state speeding ticket for driving like any normal person in MA would normally be driving. I have become one of the dreaded Mass-holes...
I took a weekend trip to Sandusky, Ohio to ride the roller coasters at Cedar Point amusement park. Check out www.cedarpoint.com if you are unfamiliar with the world's greatest amusement park (infidel!). Drove 11 hours there and 11 hours back. Not a problem. The problem was going from the hotel to the park on the second day there. Not paying attention to the speed limit. Because in MA you never pay attention to the speed limit. I think they post them for the sake of using up the budget. Nobody - including the cops - pays any attention to them within town. (Unless it's like doing 80 in a school zone, but that's just plain dumb.) There was traffic ahead, and traffic behind, but I was kind of alone for a good 250 feet or so. Just kind of casually driving based on how far ahead the car in front of me was, talking to Ronny. The top was up, because it was a little drizzly. I saw the cop sitting in the parking lot on the right side of the road, looked down, and saw the needle was above 50. Oops. It was a 40 zone. Yeah. He probably started salivating when he saw the obviously NON-Ohio plates. (OH and MA plates do not look at ALL alike.) I wasn't really going much faster than anybody else. But, like I said, I was kind of out of the cluster, by myself. $112. Unless I want to go all the way back to Sandusky in two weeks. I'm thinking no... But this will be a major headache when the car insurance renews in August!
But other than that, the trip was a blast. There were threats of thunderstorms, but that never happened. The lines were nice and short, we got to ride everything. Ronny didn't like Top Thrill Dragster (420 feet, 120 mph, verticle drop), so I only went once. But that's OK, it wasn't even running Monday, and Millenium Force is way more fun. We did that several times! The new one is MaXair. One of those rocking pendulum rides. Except you are strapped to the outside of a big spinning circle. So, while spinning around, you swing 140 feet into the air. I was a little apprehensive about going on, but it was actually quite fun.
Tips for travelers: (1) Follow posted speeds in Ohio. (2) The Sandusky Clarion Inn does not merit it's 3 stars. (3) The two-day pass at Cedar Point is SO the way to go - bring water park wear, as well. (4) The ride Disaster Transport is inside a building. They are trying for a Space Mountain effect, but the ride is short and wimpy. However, since you cannot see the ride is wimpy from the tarmac, and you cannot see the length of the line, you get suckered into trying it - DON'T. It is not worth more than a 5 minute wait. (5) About 11 o'clock seek out hand stamps. You only get two, so make them count. I recommend Millenium Force and Raptor. (6) At least for now, they won't let you in line for Top Thrill Dragster wearing glasses/sunglasses. Hide them in your pocket until you are in the queue. They don't seem to care once you're inside. (7) There are 3 water rides in the regular park, all the way in the back. (8) Sunday through Thursday, the Sandusky area restaurants close at 10pm despite the deluge of park goers coming through town at about 10:30. The only one on the main drag (Milan Road) still open is Applebee's. At 10:05 we couldn't get into Olive Garden, but the next night got in at 9:55. Plan accordingly!
Ronny is a Spongebob fan. (They have the show on in Brazil...) They had Spongebobs at the midway games. The easy Spongebob was at the Guessing Booth. I won Ronny a little stuffed Spongebob on Sunday because the lady thought I was fat. (Okay, she was 5 pounds over.) I won him another one on Monday because a different lady thought I was nearing retirement... (She said 34. I just turned 31. She thought I looked OLDER than I am. Ouch.) So, now Ronny has one to keep at his place and one to keep at my place. How Cute!! :)
I took a weekend trip to Sandusky, Ohio to ride the roller coasters at Cedar Point amusement park. Check out www.cedarpoint.com if you are unfamiliar with the world's greatest amusement park (infidel!). Drove 11 hours there and 11 hours back. Not a problem. The problem was going from the hotel to the park on the second day there. Not paying attention to the speed limit. Because in MA you never pay attention to the speed limit. I think they post them for the sake of using up the budget. Nobody - including the cops - pays any attention to them within town. (Unless it's like doing 80 in a school zone, but that's just plain dumb.) There was traffic ahead, and traffic behind, but I was kind of alone for a good 250 feet or so. Just kind of casually driving based on how far ahead the car in front of me was, talking to Ronny. The top was up, because it was a little drizzly. I saw the cop sitting in the parking lot on the right side of the road, looked down, and saw the needle was above 50. Oops. It was a 40 zone. Yeah. He probably started salivating when he saw the obviously NON-Ohio plates. (OH and MA plates do not look at ALL alike.) I wasn't really going much faster than anybody else. But, like I said, I was kind of out of the cluster, by myself. $112. Unless I want to go all the way back to Sandusky in two weeks. I'm thinking no... But this will be a major headache when the car insurance renews in August!
But other than that, the trip was a blast. There were threats of thunderstorms, but that never happened. The lines were nice and short, we got to ride everything. Ronny didn't like Top Thrill Dragster (420 feet, 120 mph, verticle drop), so I only went once. But that's OK, it wasn't even running Monday, and Millenium Force is way more fun. We did that several times! The new one is MaXair. One of those rocking pendulum rides. Except you are strapped to the outside of a big spinning circle. So, while spinning around, you swing 140 feet into the air. I was a little apprehensive about going on, but it was actually quite fun.
Tips for travelers: (1) Follow posted speeds in Ohio. (2) The Sandusky Clarion Inn does not merit it's 3 stars. (3) The two-day pass at Cedar Point is SO the way to go - bring water park wear, as well. (4) The ride Disaster Transport is inside a building. They are trying for a Space Mountain effect, but the ride is short and wimpy. However, since you cannot see the ride is wimpy from the tarmac, and you cannot see the length of the line, you get suckered into trying it - DON'T. It is not worth more than a 5 minute wait. (5) About 11 o'clock seek out hand stamps. You only get two, so make them count. I recommend Millenium Force and Raptor. (6) At least for now, they won't let you in line for Top Thrill Dragster wearing glasses/sunglasses. Hide them in your pocket until you are in the queue. They don't seem to care once you're inside. (7) There are 3 water rides in the regular park, all the way in the back. (8) Sunday through Thursday, the Sandusky area restaurants close at 10pm despite the deluge of park goers coming through town at about 10:30. The only one on the main drag (Milan Road) still open is Applebee's. At 10:05 we couldn't get into Olive Garden, but the next night got in at 9:55. Plan accordingly!
Ronny is a Spongebob fan. (They have the show on in Brazil...) They had Spongebobs at the midway games. The easy Spongebob was at the Guessing Booth. I won Ronny a little stuffed Spongebob on Sunday because the lady thought I was fat. (Okay, she was 5 pounds over.) I won him another one on Monday because a different lady thought I was nearing retirement... (She said 34. I just turned 31. She thought I looked OLDER than I am. Ouch.) So, now Ronny has one to keep at his place and one to keep at my place. How Cute!! :)
Friday, June 10, 2005
That's OK
Ronny needed to change his shirt last night (haircut), and I have one of his shirts in my closet. So, I asked if he wanted to wear that one.
He says, "That's OK."
I ask, "Are you sure?"
"That's OK."
"You don't want to wear this one?"
"That's OK!"
So, I put it back in the closet. Three minutes later, Ronny asks, "Where's the shirt?"
"I thought you didn't want it."
"I said, 'That's OK'."
It dawned on me, he was speaking Literally. So, I laughed, got the shirt, and pointed out that in the US we actually mean "No" when we say "That's OK".
Gets you to thinking about all the other little expressions we take for granted that make life MISERABLE for a non-native speaker. "Get out" versus "go out" comes to mind. Think about it a minute - you only ever say "get out" when you're angry.
Had dinner at 86 Winter with Ronny and Nish. Good food!
My air conditioning is on the fritz. It's running OK now, but yesterday it was DEAD. Boy was it warm in here... I have someone scheduled to come in next week to fix it. This humid humid August weather is SO not fun.
He says, "That's OK."
I ask, "Are you sure?"
"That's OK."
"You don't want to wear this one?"
"That's OK!"
So, I put it back in the closet. Three minutes later, Ronny asks, "Where's the shirt?"
"I thought you didn't want it."
"I said, 'That's OK'."
It dawned on me, he was speaking Literally. So, I laughed, got the shirt, and pointed out that in the US we actually mean "No" when we say "That's OK".
Gets you to thinking about all the other little expressions we take for granted that make life MISERABLE for a non-native speaker. "Get out" versus "go out" comes to mind. Think about it a minute - you only ever say "get out" when you're angry.
Had dinner at 86 Winter with Ronny and Nish. Good food!
My air conditioning is on the fritz. It's running OK now, but yesterday it was DEAD. Boy was it warm in here... I have someone scheduled to come in next week to fix it. This humid humid August weather is SO not fun.
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
late night
Monday I stsopped by DD to say hi to Ronny. He said he and Cris were going to a movie after he was done, and asked if I wanted to come. I said Yes. Then thought it would be better for them to come to my place. Then Ronny and I could 'snuggle' and I could go to bed very soon after the movie ended. Ronny said he NEVER gets to go to the cinema, so wanted to go there. I said I didn't feel like going to the theater. So, those two headed to Showcase and I went home. I checked showtimes when I got home and saw that they missed the last showing of anything by 15 minutes. I figured about 5 minutes and they'd call to come over. I was wrong. It was like ONE minute...
We put in Trick. The other advantage to watching at my place is that I can turn on subtitles. It's a little bit easier for them to understand if the words are written on the screen! I doubt they caught much of the subtle humor. Anything with word-play or long set-up they didn't laugh at. Needless to say, I didn't get to sleep until about 1am.
I got an email from Brad. He apologized for not coming over last weekend because of his worries about psycho-ex. He was the only one to make a conciliatory gesture about the failed party. But then again, Cris was the only person there, so Brad must have known it WAS a failure.
We put in Trick. The other advantage to watching at my place is that I can turn on subtitles. It's a little bit easier for them to understand if the words are written on the screen! I doubt they caught much of the subtle humor. Anything with word-play or long set-up they didn't laugh at. Needless to say, I didn't get to sleep until about 1am.
I got an email from Brad. He apologized for not coming over last weekend because of his worries about psycho-ex. He was the only one to make a conciliatory gesture about the failed party. But then again, Cris was the only person there, so Brad must have known it WAS a failure.
Monday, June 06, 2005
dreamer
Friday I went to Madagascar with Nish. Funny movie! Afterwards, sat and chatted with Nish for a while. He got into a discussion of my low self-esteem issues and how I need to snap out of it. It was so reminiscent of being in college.
Saturday I had invited a bunch of people over for a party. Some people accepted, a couple declined. Most didn't reply. None came. Not so boosty to the self-esteem. But, what the hell... Ronny showed up about 11. (He was planning to come over after work.) He had Cris with him! So, TECHNICALLY, I can't say nobody came... Visited a little bit - or as much as I can with Ronny and another Brazilian who speaks far less English. Then I dropped Ronny off at home and went to the club. Cris was already there, with Brad, and that whole gang (sans the psycho ex, thankfully). Had fun! Another Brazilian joined the group. They knew him. He introduced himself - I didn't catch the name. We'll call him PushyBoy. He seemed interested in me. *sigh* I was NOT interested in him. Nish and I left a little early, but ended up standing outside chatting for like an hour. During which point PushyBoy stopped by to join us. He eventually clued in that we were talking about specific things that exluded him, and got in his car and "left". Except when I walked to my car, I discovered that he had just moved his car, then moved to the bar down street, and was stalking me. He followed me to my car. Told me how attractive I am, and I look 19, and he wants my number, and where do I live, and yadda yadda yadda. I told him I was seeing someone, but that didn't seem to phase him much. So I got in my car. Left the windows rolled up. Drove away. Luckily, he only followed me to the light, and then he went home. But it was like 70 that night, and I SO wanted to come home with the top down. Damn stalkers...
(And by the way, Ronny was NOT pleased that I had seen Madagascar without him, either.)
Sunday Nick came over to Burnout a while. Ronny called after work. Seemed a little exasperated that I was spending time with ANOTHER friend. I tell him he works too much. It should be better this weekend, when we have 4 days to ourselves (and a couple roller coasters) without him having to leave for work.
Sunday night I had a weird reality TV show dream. We were divided into teams, and had to do some project. (Don't remember the details.) But, it was in some other realm, and it was New Years Eve. The winning team (the best project - but again, I'm not sure how they were judged) got to go back home to the real world. But you had to say "Pumpkin" at the stroke of midnight. (OK, so "reality TV" may be the wrong term, but the stuff actually ON these days isn't much better!) So, we were all at this big banquet, having a blast, and midnight approached. The countdown began: FIVE....... FOUR....... THREE......... TWO........ ONE-the alarm went off. Exactly at the stroke of midnight. At first I was a little annoyed that I didn't get to see what happened - or yell out "pumpkin". Then I realized, that at the stroke of midnight, I did leave the magical realm to go back home. Kinda freaky.
Saturday I had invited a bunch of people over for a party. Some people accepted, a couple declined. Most didn't reply. None came. Not so boosty to the self-esteem. But, what the hell... Ronny showed up about 11. (He was planning to come over after work.) He had Cris with him! So, TECHNICALLY, I can't say nobody came... Visited a little bit - or as much as I can with Ronny and another Brazilian who speaks far less English. Then I dropped Ronny off at home and went to the club. Cris was already there, with Brad, and that whole gang (sans the psycho ex, thankfully). Had fun! Another Brazilian joined the group. They knew him. He introduced himself - I didn't catch the name. We'll call him PushyBoy. He seemed interested in me. *sigh* I was NOT interested in him. Nish and I left a little early, but ended up standing outside chatting for like an hour. During which point PushyBoy stopped by to join us. He eventually clued in that we were talking about specific things that exluded him, and got in his car and "left". Except when I walked to my car, I discovered that he had just moved his car, then moved to the bar down street, and was stalking me. He followed me to my car. Told me how attractive I am, and I look 19, and he wants my number, and where do I live, and yadda yadda yadda. I told him I was seeing someone, but that didn't seem to phase him much. So I got in my car. Left the windows rolled up. Drove away. Luckily, he only followed me to the light, and then he went home. But it was like 70 that night, and I SO wanted to come home with the top down. Damn stalkers...
(And by the way, Ronny was NOT pleased that I had seen Madagascar without him, either.)
Sunday Nick came over to Burnout a while. Ronny called after work. Seemed a little exasperated that I was spending time with ANOTHER friend. I tell him he works too much. It should be better this weekend, when we have 4 days to ourselves (and a couple roller coasters) without him having to leave for work.
Sunday night I had a weird reality TV show dream. We were divided into teams, and had to do some project. (Don't remember the details.) But, it was in some other realm, and it was New Years Eve. The winning team (the best project - but again, I'm not sure how they were judged) got to go back home to the real world. But you had to say "Pumpkin" at the stroke of midnight. (OK, so "reality TV" may be the wrong term, but the stuff actually ON these days isn't much better!) So, we were all at this big banquet, having a blast, and midnight approached. The countdown began: FIVE....... FOUR....... THREE......... TWO........ ONE-the alarm went off. Exactly at the stroke of midnight. At first I was a little annoyed that I didn't get to see what happened - or yell out "pumpkin". Then I realized, that at the stroke of midnight, I did leave the magical realm to go back home. Kinda freaky.
Friday, May 27, 2005
Rain
It's pouring outside right now. And I need to wash my car. There is an unspeakable irony there. But this time, I really mean that I need to wash my car. There is major road construction going on right in front of where I work. They are currently tearing down the concrete ramp that used to be an on-ramp to the expressway. (I grew up calling them freeways. But there are tolls here, so it just doesn't seem right to call them that here.) Picture if you will a big Caterpillar construction back-hoe with a ten foot jackhammer mounted on it. Now picture this giant mechanical destruction tool breaking up a ramp into itty bitty pieces. That creates "dust." Thick heavy cement-like dust. Now picture my cute little convertible parked 20 feet away. While I'm at work. All day... Now those of you in the area are aware that we've been practicing for Noah's Ark here. It hasn't reached 40 days yet, but it feels like it. And those of you who have ever mixed quickrete can imagine what wet rainy conditions do when combined with that thick cementy dust. All over my car.
Would have washed it tonight, but I went with some friends to catch SWE3:ROTS (Star Wars). The review I read said it is the best of the Prequels, and the second half is as good as the original. The review also said (OK if this spoils anything, you need to get out more) that at the moment the mask is lowered and Vader takes his first assisted breath, that one breath is the only one you can hear in the theater. It was true. The room was SILENT! Gives ya goose-bumps.
While you're taking in the sights of the blogoshpere, check out http://travelingirl76.blogspot.com in another corner of this realm. My friend Mandy is in Pakistan and this is her chronicle. Makes my car-wash dilemma seem quite pathetic. And say a little prayer for her safe return.
Would have washed it tonight, but I went with some friends to catch SWE3:ROTS (Star Wars). The review I read said it is the best of the Prequels, and the second half is as good as the original. The review also said (OK if this spoils anything, you need to get out more) that at the moment the mask is lowered and Vader takes his first assisted breath, that one breath is the only one you can hear in the theater. It was true. The room was SILENT! Gives ya goose-bumps.
While you're taking in the sights of the blogoshpere, check out http://travelingirl76.blogspot.com in another corner of this realm. My friend Mandy is in Pakistan and this is her chronicle. Makes my car-wash dilemma seem quite pathetic. And say a little prayer for her safe return.
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
travel
I have the trip booked for 4th of July. I was trying to get to Oahu, but Luis apparently didn't REALLY want me to come visit. Not that weekend, anyway. (I think the Texan counted as a more important visitor.) After floundering around a while, I have a flight booked to Santa Barbara, California. I now need to rent Sideways, so I am prepared for all the comments I'm sure I will hear from everyone. And I don't like reds, so trust me, I won't have much merlot.
It looks as though the psycho really IS moving to Arizona. I've been getting copied on all the photo-journal emails. He met someone online from Phoenix, so is now moving there. Good luck!
(to the Arizonan...)
Ronny is having difficulty getting the Sunday off from work to come to Ohio. I told him he HAS to. I haven't heard from Ed, either, so I don't know if he is still going. If they both bail, I will be Rather Upset. Aside from cancelling the hotel, I won't get to ride the 420' coaster AGAIN.
This weekend's trip to Hampton Beach, NH looks like it will be cold and raining, so I might bail on that. Ronny wants me to spend the weekend here, anyway.
It looks as though the psycho really IS moving to Arizona. I've been getting copied on all the photo-journal emails. He met someone online from Phoenix, so is now moving there. Good luck!
(to the Arizonan...)
Ronny is having difficulty getting the Sunday off from work to come to Ohio. I told him he HAS to. I haven't heard from Ed, either, so I don't know if he is still going. If they both bail, I will be Rather Upset. Aside from cancelling the hotel, I won't get to ride the 420' coaster AGAIN.
This weekend's trip to Hampton Beach, NH looks like it will be cold and raining, so I might bail on that. Ronny wants me to spend the weekend here, anyway.
Monday, May 23, 2005
Never a bridesmaid...
Went to Pennsylvania this past weekend for Olga's wedding. Held in a town called Jim Thorpe. Quaint little town. Nice mountain views. Would have been more fun if I hadn't been there by myself, but some things are always beyond my control.
Olga is my closest friend from high school. But we never went to school together. We actually met taking the SAT test our junior year. The test was held in a gymnasium at a local college, and they sat the students at those black lab tables with the book cubby-holes in front. So, with two people to a table, I happened to sit next to this girl from Sheboygan. At some point I must have boasted that I expected to do very well on the math section. She ended up writing her address on a gum wrapper and told to me to let her know what I scored. Of course I got a perfect 800 on the math (not quite as well on the verbal - but I WAS going for Engineering), so I let her know. We started "corresponding" and over all these years have kept in touch. I was the longest-known friend there!
The wedding was beautiful. And FAST. Like 10 minutes start to finish. More time for reception, I guess. The flowers (done by the bride's dear friend Katherine) were Gorgeous. Lilies and peonies and rhododendrons. A few roses, too. All in pink and light green. I grabbed one of the centerpieces. Olga didn't toss the bouquet (she couldn't part with it!), but she asked me to keep a centerpiece.
The food was great. Bacon-wrapped scallops are ALWAYS a good idea!! The almond cake with apricot buttercream frosting was also a hit. Fresh fruit platter was a hit, too. (It's all about the dip!)
A few weeks prior, Olga mentioned a friend of theirs who Claimed to be straight but Everyone felt was gay. She was curious to know what MY opinion would be. Now, I confused this person with another attendee who would be a Known homosexual. I ended up sitting at the reception table next to "Frank." I thought he was the investigative report. Ooops. I found out AFTER the evening was over that he was the known entity. Yeah. Wouldn't have mattered, but that also meant that he knew -I- was a known entity, too. The flippant invitation for him to stay at my hotel room (which I totally didn't MEAN since I thought he was the straight / closet case one) suddenly had a different hue. Hindsight is always 20/20, even after a bunch of rum and cokes!
The next day they had a picnic at an area state park. The bride's family is all from Wisconsin. We ALL commented as we entered the park how ODD it was that they would not allow alcohol at the park. Since we were grilling out (someone even brought brats!!! YEAY!!! Grilled Bratwurst!!) all the cheeseheads were kinda wondering where the beer was... :) But we had cheese, so it was OK. I had a cheeseburger. And a hotdog - with cheese. And a brat - with cheese. And some doritoes - you guessed it, Nacho Cheese!
Olga asked if there was a 'connection' with Frank. Unfortunately, he's not my type. Her friends Brian and Michael were both pretty cute (with girlfriends in tow). My crush for the weekend was a little inappropriate. Olga's brother-in-law. Happily married, two kids. Do I know how to pick 'em!! (If you're reading this, Olga, my Deepest apologies for any offense derived.)
Ronny was very happy to see me again Sunday night. He stayed over. He had big news, too! Two big newses (I know, I know...) actually. Bad big news - he might not be able to go to Cedar Point in June. Here's hoping someone takes his Sunday shift... The main big news, however, was that he was told while partying over the weekend that my psycho-ex is moving to Arizona. I still don't really believe that it is true. He's been wildly oscillating between sanity and hysteria, so there's a part of me that thinks the AZ trip will somehow "fall through" at the end.
Olga is my closest friend from high school. But we never went to school together. We actually met taking the SAT test our junior year. The test was held in a gymnasium at a local college, and they sat the students at those black lab tables with the book cubby-holes in front. So, with two people to a table, I happened to sit next to this girl from Sheboygan. At some point I must have boasted that I expected to do very well on the math section. She ended up writing her address on a gum wrapper and told to me to let her know what I scored. Of course I got a perfect 800 on the math (not quite as well on the verbal - but I WAS going for Engineering), so I let her know. We started "corresponding" and over all these years have kept in touch. I was the longest-known friend there!
The wedding was beautiful. And FAST. Like 10 minutes start to finish. More time for reception, I guess. The flowers (done by the bride's dear friend Katherine) were Gorgeous. Lilies and peonies and rhododendrons. A few roses, too. All in pink and light green. I grabbed one of the centerpieces. Olga didn't toss the bouquet (she couldn't part with it!), but she asked me to keep a centerpiece.
The food was great. Bacon-wrapped scallops are ALWAYS a good idea!! The almond cake with apricot buttercream frosting was also a hit. Fresh fruit platter was a hit, too. (It's all about the dip!)
A few weeks prior, Olga mentioned a friend of theirs who Claimed to be straight but Everyone felt was gay. She was curious to know what MY opinion would be. Now, I confused this person with another attendee who would be a Known homosexual. I ended up sitting at the reception table next to "Frank." I thought he was the investigative report. Ooops. I found out AFTER the evening was over that he was the known entity. Yeah. Wouldn't have mattered, but that also meant that he knew -I- was a known entity, too. The flippant invitation for him to stay at my hotel room (which I totally didn't MEAN since I thought he was the straight / closet case one) suddenly had a different hue. Hindsight is always 20/20, even after a bunch of rum and cokes!
The next day they had a picnic at an area state park. The bride's family is all from Wisconsin. We ALL commented as we entered the park how ODD it was that they would not allow alcohol at the park. Since we were grilling out (someone even brought brats!!! YEAY!!! Grilled Bratwurst!!) all the cheeseheads were kinda wondering where the beer was... :) But we had cheese, so it was OK. I had a cheeseburger. And a hotdog - with cheese. And a brat - with cheese. And some doritoes - you guessed it, Nacho Cheese!
Olga asked if there was a 'connection' with Frank. Unfortunately, he's not my type. Her friends Brian and Michael were both pretty cute (with girlfriends in tow). My crush for the weekend was a little inappropriate. Olga's brother-in-law. Happily married, two kids. Do I know how to pick 'em!! (If you're reading this, Olga, my Deepest apologies for any offense derived.)
Ronny was very happy to see me again Sunday night. He stayed over. He had big news, too! Two big newses (I know, I know...) actually. Bad big news - he might not be able to go to Cedar Point in June. Here's hoping someone takes his Sunday shift... The main big news, however, was that he was told while partying over the weekend that my psycho-ex is moving to Arizona. I still don't really believe that it is true. He's been wildly oscillating between sanity and hysteria, so there's a part of me that thinks the AZ trip will somehow "fall through" at the end.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Foray
Middle of May... Some people use blogs as journals, some as sounding boards. I am not terribly political, and don't really try to force my opinions on anyone. So, I guess mine will be more diary than diatribe (is there a spell-check on this thing??)
Just put in some new flooring. Hoping that it increases the resale value! That was a lot of frustration and hassle, so it better be worth something. The place looks great, though! My parents just came for a visit, as well (from west of the Rio Grande). That was part of what motivated me to finish. My mother thinks my place is wonderful!! (Of course she does, she's my mom...)
Been with the current bf over a month now. It's going well. He's a total sweety. Immigrant. Limited english, limited earning power. Works two part time jobs, so that takes up a lot of time. I've gotten a few free donuts out of it though! (Apparently Dunkin Donuts isn't as hung up about green cards as some others, so they attract a lot of immigrants. I wonder what percentage of employees there actually speak fluent english.)
The ex from this past spring has ceased with the threats of violence and intimidation. (He thought he was being "replaced" and I can't convince him otherwise. So, he did not take well to the news that I was seeing someone new.) I am not sure if they ceased because he came to his senses, or because I've done a good job of avoiding contact with him for the past few weeks. I HAVE been rather busy, though, so I have kind of been avoiding a lot of people... Come to think of it, I haven't been receiving threats from Anyone lately! :)
This brief version is rather devoid of the Melrose Place drama that made this story so intriguing to my friends, but this is a new blog. Hopefully the next disaster my life generates will result in more captivating prose. Then again, if you're bored, you can read someone else's blog!
Just put in some new flooring. Hoping that it increases the resale value! That was a lot of frustration and hassle, so it better be worth something. The place looks great, though! My parents just came for a visit, as well (from west of the Rio Grande). That was part of what motivated me to finish. My mother thinks my place is wonderful!! (Of course she does, she's my mom...)
Been with the current bf over a month now. It's going well. He's a total sweety. Immigrant. Limited english, limited earning power. Works two part time jobs, so that takes up a lot of time. I've gotten a few free donuts out of it though! (Apparently Dunkin Donuts isn't as hung up about green cards as some others, so they attract a lot of immigrants. I wonder what percentage of employees there actually speak fluent english.)
The ex from this past spring has ceased with the threats of violence and intimidation. (He thought he was being "replaced" and I can't convince him otherwise. So, he did not take well to the news that I was seeing someone new.) I am not sure if they ceased because he came to his senses, or because I've done a good job of avoiding contact with him for the past few weeks. I HAVE been rather busy, though, so I have kind of been avoiding a lot of people... Come to think of it, I haven't been receiving threats from Anyone lately! :)
This brief version is rather devoid of the Melrose Place drama that made this story so intriguing to my friends, but this is a new blog. Hopefully the next disaster my life generates will result in more captivating prose. Then again, if you're bored, you can read someone else's blog!
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