I'm almost 30.
Shouldn't I be further along?
Shouldn't I be with a guy who won't treat me like crap?
Shouldn't
I
Be
....
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Keys, keys, keys
The last couple of days just haven't been going my way...
I fell asleep last night around 6:30pm...on the couch. Fine. A friend's call woke me up around 8:30 to see if I was going out. It was Saturday night, after all! I decided to make it a quiet evening and stayed in instead. I actually went on to bed after his call and decided that I needed to catch up on some much needed rest. I dozed in and out until I had to get up at 9:45am. I got ready for work and was off. I was proud of myself for leaving my apartment early so that I could get in a workout before work. I get to work and look at my keys...I'd left my apartment keys at home! Uggg...
Let me explain. I have 4 - yes, 4! - keys associated with my apartment. One to get into the building, one for my front door, one for my balcony door, and one for the laundry room. Instead of carrying all of them all the time, I separated the 2 to get into the building and my apartment from the others. I leave the other 2 at home 'cause I don't need them all the time. When I go for a run, I use the balcony key to get back in so that I don't have to carry 2 keys. When I go out, I just take the 2 for the building/front door with me. This is what happened on Friday night. Since I didn't go anywhere yesterday, I'd forgotten to put them with my work keys.
Ugggg...
This is the 3rd time this has happened to me since I moved in this past August. My landlord is gonna think I'm a total spazz and idiot! I keep telling myself I need to get some extras made...I guess I need to get that done, eh?
I fell asleep last night around 6:30pm...on the couch. Fine. A friend's call woke me up around 8:30 to see if I was going out. It was Saturday night, after all! I decided to make it a quiet evening and stayed in instead. I actually went on to bed after his call and decided that I needed to catch up on some much needed rest. I dozed in and out until I had to get up at 9:45am. I got ready for work and was off. I was proud of myself for leaving my apartment early so that I could get in a workout before work. I get to work and look at my keys...I'd left my apartment keys at home! Uggg...
Let me explain. I have 4 - yes, 4! - keys associated with my apartment. One to get into the building, one for my front door, one for my balcony door, and one for the laundry room. Instead of carrying all of them all the time, I separated the 2 to get into the building and my apartment from the others. I leave the other 2 at home 'cause I don't need them all the time. When I go for a run, I use the balcony key to get back in so that I don't have to carry 2 keys. When I go out, I just take the 2 for the building/front door with me. This is what happened on Friday night. Since I didn't go anywhere yesterday, I'd forgotten to put them with my work keys.
Ugggg...
This is the 3rd time this has happened to me since I moved in this past August. My landlord is gonna think I'm a total spazz and idiot! I keep telling myself I need to get some extras made...I guess I need to get that done, eh?
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Karma, concerts, oh my!
My scooter was stolen Thursday night. I came home around 8:30pm and was in for the evening. I went outside around 12:15 to see if it was still raining/drizzling, and to my surprise, my scooter was not where I parked it! Just to describe the parking lot for ya...the house I'm in and the house next to it share a driveway. This driveway leads to an open parking area for all the tenants. I always park and lock my scooter up to the back wooden fence. The handlebar was locked, so they had to have put it on a truck or else it would just go in circles. I didn't hear anything out of the ordinary from my apartment, either. Everyone who's heard about it being stolen all say the same thing, "Karma. It'll get back to them." I hope so... I had an accident on my scooter about 2 months ago. So...this makes me wonder...do *I* have the bad karma with scooters!?!?! Is it *me*?
I was off on Friday, so one of my best friends stopped by my apartment on his way out of town. He wanted to cheer me up, so he drug me out of the apartment and took me to a bar...at 1:30pm!!! LOL. We did a shot and had a drink. We sat there and talked and laughed like we always do. It's nice having great friends like that. It was just what I needed:)
I went to the Mat Kearney concert last night. If you don't know his stuff, he's an indie rock/folk/pseudo pop singer. He became popular via Grey's Anatomy. His songs just seem perfect for that show. This was the second time I've seen him in concert and he's just a great artist, plain and simple. He's not one of those artists who sounds totally different in concert than on his records - he's better! If you haven't heard his stuff, check him out!
I was off on Friday, so one of my best friends stopped by my apartment on his way out of town. He wanted to cheer me up, so he drug me out of the apartment and took me to a bar...at 1:30pm!!! LOL. We did a shot and had a drink. We sat there and talked and laughed like we always do. It's nice having great friends like that. It was just what I needed:)
I went to the Mat Kearney concert last night. If you don't know his stuff, he's an indie rock/folk/pseudo pop singer. He became popular via Grey's Anatomy. His songs just seem perfect for that show. This was the second time I've seen him in concert and he's just a great artist, plain and simple. He's not one of those artists who sounds totally different in concert than on his records - he's better! If you haven't heard his stuff, check him out!
Thursday, October 15, 2009
(un)Change(d)
In some ways, a lot of things have changed since last I posted...and some things haven't. I'm still at the same job, just a different schedule now:) I have every other weekend off, which is nice, but the 11 hr days during the week can get LOOOOOONNNNGGGGG! But...I have a job, right? Gotta be thankful for that! I still run and train for marathons. I haven't raced as much as I should, but I'm still PR'ing (personal record) when I do. Even though I'm getting older, my running seems to be progressing:) That's it...those 2 things are my day-to-day activities. Work and running. Did I sign-up for this? I guess we all do when we graduate college, right?
Now...to the things that have changed...
I moved back to Midtown. I'm not in Dickhater (it's really Decatur, but we all call it "Dickhater" because it's the lesbian part of town...) anymore. I just like Midtown more.
I've reconnected with old friends and made some new ones.
I'm dating someone. We've known each other since February of this year, but didn't start dating until July. He travels A LOT - that's why I didn't want to start dating him when we first met, but it's working. It's not bad when he travels within the US, just when he goes to his accounts overseas. I'll be posting more about him in upcoming posts:)
Well...I guess that's it for now. See! I told you I'd post more! BOOYAH!
Now...to the things that have changed...
I moved back to Midtown. I'm not in Dickhater (it's really Decatur, but we all call it "Dickhater" because it's the lesbian part of town...) anymore. I just like Midtown more.
I've reconnected with old friends and made some new ones.
I'm dating someone. We've known each other since February of this year, but didn't start dating until July. He travels A LOT - that's why I didn't want to start dating him when we first met, but it's working. It's not bad when he travels within the US, just when he goes to his accounts overseas. I'll be posting more about him in upcoming posts:)
Well...I guess that's it for now. See! I told you I'd post more! BOOYAH!
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Hello, Friend...
It's been a while... Come here often?
Apparently, I don't!!! I've been MIA for a while now! No reason, per se...just been out of the blogging world.
But...I'M BAAAAACK!!! Promise. You'll see:)
Apparently, I don't!!! I've been MIA for a while now! No reason, per se...just been out of the blogging world.
But...I'M BAAAAACK!!! Promise. You'll see:)
Monday, May 04, 2009
Damn!
It's been a while. A LONG while. I haven't posted a single entry in 2009. I suck. I'll get better. Or at least try. Promise.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Bah-hum-bug?
It's December 16th...and I still don't feel like it's Christmastime. Maybe it's because it's been close to 60 degrees? Maybe it's because I didn't decorate at all. Maybe it's because I've been down lately? Blech. I dunno.
Am I really that guy?
Am I really that guy?
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Family Visit
I went up to my family's house last night for a Halloween/30th surprise Birthday Party for my brother-in-law's sister. I was both excited and apprehensive about the trip. Excited cause I hadn't seen my mom in about 2 months or my niece and nephew in about 5 months. Apprehensive cause my sister and I are like mixing oil and vinegar - it's good sometimes but doesn't mix well. All in all, it was great to see everyone. I don't agree with/like the way my sister treats my mom, but that's par for the course. She takes advantage of her, doesn't realize how much she does for them, etc. I just keep my mouth shut, tho...
My neice and nephew, on the other hand, are growing up so fast! I just sat in awe as my 7 year old neice read a book to me. She was reading words that I didn't think she should be able to say, but she's a smart cookie! Any my nephew is your typical little boy - always getting into things. And then they randomly run to me to give me a hug...makes me melt. I love them like they're my own:)
My neice and nephew, on the other hand, are growing up so fast! I just sat in awe as my 7 year old neice read a book to me. She was reading words that I didn't think she should be able to say, but she's a smart cookie! Any my nephew is your typical little boy - always getting into things. And then they randomly run to me to give me a hug...makes me melt. I love them like they're my own:)
Saturday, October 18, 2008
The Ex Factor
The first boyfriend I ever had was in college. I was 21 and he was 19. We met through a mutual friend and went out for about 4 months. He was my first, so that meant a lot and seemed like a long time. I went on vacation with the family and he went to band camp (insert American Pie joke here). Upon my return, he apparently had had too much fun at band camp and was already "seeing" another guy. I was crushed. He was the first person that I said "I love you" to. I came out to my best friend while we were going out. He had met my family as "a friend" and me his.
Fast forward 7 years.
After not having seen or spoken to him since college, I saw him several times as I ran around town. Odd that I would see him after all this time...in a different city...but ok. Chalk it up to coincidence and "the odds." Opening day at the gym...he and another guy (I assumed his bf) came in to get a joint 6 month membership. I acted like he was just an old friend - it had been 7 years, after all. Totally ok with it all now. As the months went on, we exchanged friendly banter, but nothing too in depth. He eventually wained off of his workout regimen after about 3 months, so that was that.
Last night.
Some friends and I go out...and guess who we see at the bar? Yup, he and his joint membership guy are there. I stop to chat and we exchange friendly "hellos." Come to find out, he isn't dating his joint membership guy, they are just roommates. As the drinks continue to flow, I invite him to walk around with my group and hang out. He accepts. At one point, it is just the 2 of us...outside. We make some chit-chat...and for some reason, the break-up and the past become the topic of discussion. He continues to tell me that he has always regretted the way he treated me. That he didn't handle the situation like he should have. That, after having dated since then, he realized how "good he had it" (his words). That the grass wasn't greener on the other side, like he thought. That if he could, he would do it all differently. That he "got what he deserved" in his subsequent relationships.
WHOA!
I was totally not expecting ANY of this. I had never even thought about getting any sort of validation from him. Ever. It all took me by surprise...and that is putting it mildly. I told him not to worry about it. That I really appreciate the validation, but that we were both just so young. We didn't know what we were doing.
More drinks. More time passes. He skips his ride with his roommate to hang out with me (us) longer. After closing the bar down, we share a taxi...and go to his place. We both had to work this morning, so all we did was make out a little and then pass out. As he drives me to my house this morning, he gets my number. We kiss goodbye. It's in his court. He has my number. I don't have his.
WHOA!
Do I revisit?
Do we start anew?
Do we "not go there again."
Who knows. Time will tell. I'm not going to over-analyze it...like I usually do.
Que sera, sera.
But it does feel f-ing awesome to get validation from an ex. Especially when you never expected it. From him.
Fast forward 7 years.
After not having seen or spoken to him since college, I saw him several times as I ran around town. Odd that I would see him after all this time...in a different city...but ok. Chalk it up to coincidence and "the odds." Opening day at the gym...he and another guy (I assumed his bf) came in to get a joint 6 month membership. I acted like he was just an old friend - it had been 7 years, after all. Totally ok with it all now. As the months went on, we exchanged friendly banter, but nothing too in depth. He eventually wained off of his workout regimen after about 3 months, so that was that.
Last night.
Some friends and I go out...and guess who we see at the bar? Yup, he and his joint membership guy are there. I stop to chat and we exchange friendly "hellos." Come to find out, he isn't dating his joint membership guy, they are just roommates. As the drinks continue to flow, I invite him to walk around with my group and hang out. He accepts. At one point, it is just the 2 of us...outside. We make some chit-chat...and for some reason, the break-up and the past become the topic of discussion. He continues to tell me that he has always regretted the way he treated me. That he didn't handle the situation like he should have. That, after having dated since then, he realized how "good he had it" (his words). That the grass wasn't greener on the other side, like he thought. That if he could, he would do it all differently. That he "got what he deserved" in his subsequent relationships.
WHOA!
I was totally not expecting ANY of this. I had never even thought about getting any sort of validation from him. Ever. It all took me by surprise...and that is putting it mildly. I told him not to worry about it. That I really appreciate the validation, but that we were both just so young. We didn't know what we were doing.
More drinks. More time passes. He skips his ride with his roommate to hang out with me (us) longer. After closing the bar down, we share a taxi...and go to his place. We both had to work this morning, so all we did was make out a little and then pass out. As he drives me to my house this morning, he gets my number. We kiss goodbye. It's in his court. He has my number. I don't have his.
WHOA!
Do I revisit?
Do we start anew?
Do we "not go there again."
Who knows. Time will tell. I'm not going to over-analyze it...like I usually do.
Que sera, sera.
But it does feel f-ing awesome to get validation from an ex. Especially when you never expected it. From him.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
The One...
...that got away?
Do you have *that* one that got away? Well, I have mine. I am riddled with regret...and I hate that. Partly cause I know that I was the one that cause the break-up...and partly because I feel that I was the one that made him "wander"...
I still have the napkin that he gave me with his cell number...
I still have every note he ever wrote me...
I still have everthing he ever gave me...
I still have the box from the chocolates that he gave me on Valentine's Day...
...all in a box
...and yes, I went through it tonight...
Why? Maybe I needed a good cry. Maybe I like to punish myself. Maybe I'll never get over it. Maybe I'm just f'ed up. Maybe I'll never forgive myself.
I hate "maybe's"...
I hate regrets.
I hate that he still gets to me.
I hate that I don't think I'll ever get over it.
I hate that I think about this...a lot...
I.
Hate.
It.
I'm not still "in love with him"...I'm not. I'm still in love with that time in my life...when I was truly happy...when I truly loved someone else...when I truly felt like someone loved me back...when I wasn't jaded...when I still believed in love...the happy ending...the fairy tale...
My Fairy Tale...
...but I don't know that I believe in that anymore...
Do you have *that* one that got away? Well, I have mine. I am riddled with regret...and I hate that. Partly cause I know that I was the one that cause the break-up...and partly because I feel that I was the one that made him "wander"...
I still have the napkin that he gave me with his cell number...
I still have every note he ever wrote me...
I still have everthing he ever gave me...
I still have the box from the chocolates that he gave me on Valentine's Day...
...all in a box
...and yes, I went through it tonight...
Why? Maybe I needed a good cry. Maybe I like to punish myself. Maybe I'll never get over it. Maybe I'm just f'ed up. Maybe I'll never forgive myself.
I hate "maybe's"...
I hate regrets.
I hate that he still gets to me.
I hate that I don't think I'll ever get over it.
I hate that I think about this...a lot...
I.
Hate.
It.
I'm not still "in love with him"...I'm not. I'm still in love with that time in my life...when I was truly happy...when I truly loved someone else...when I truly felt like someone loved me back...when I wasn't jaded...when I still believed in love...the happy ending...the fairy tale...
My Fairy Tale...
...but I don't know that I believe in that anymore...
Saturday, October 04, 2008
What Am I Looking For?
After a long week of work, I decided to go out with some friends last night. A friend of a friend was in town, so it was really just another excuse to go out. As the night progressed, we decided to go dancing. Then to grab a bite to eat before calling it a night...or morning, that is...at 3am. While we were eating, the friend of my friend told me that I was too picky. He had spotted a guy that he thought was cute, but I didn't.
AM I too picky?
Despite people telling me that I'm cute or hot, dancing with my shirt off and guys (mostly unwanted) trying to dance with me, people flirting, etc...what is it that I'm really looking for? (please excuse the cliche image of a gay boy in the aforementioned sentence...) I'm not trying to toot my own horn (trust me!), but why am I so picky??? Would I date me? I dunno. That's a whole 'nother can of worms that I don't want to open right now. I think that part of me would never date someone that I met at a bar/club, so why, then, do I continue to go out? That's not to say that I haven't dated a guy that I've met at a bar/club...but we see how well that's worked for me, right? And for that matter, why would anyone date me that I met out...if they were to think as I do??? So, why then, do we, as gay men...as humans...go out? Are we really missing something if we don't? Are we so afraid that we'll miss something that we just go out anyway? What is the lure? What is the shiny (disco) ball that draws us? Are we really looking for the "what if" of life? What if I don't go out and miss my Mr. Right? What if he were to be at the same bar that I always go to...just for tonight? What if I miss my opportunity? What if said opportunity never comes up again? What if???
Are we, as gay men, so blinded by the "what if's" that we can't see clearly? So? What if he was there and we weren't? If it was meant to be, it will be. Tonight. Tomorrow night. Next week. Whenever the stars align, it will happen. Are we *that* deluded by the "what if's" that we'll put ourselves through this mental turmoil???
Does any of this make sense?
AM I too picky?
Despite people telling me that I'm cute or hot, dancing with my shirt off and guys (mostly unwanted) trying to dance with me, people flirting, etc...what is it that I'm really looking for? (please excuse the cliche image of a gay boy in the aforementioned sentence...) I'm not trying to toot my own horn (trust me!), but why am I so picky??? Would I date me? I dunno. That's a whole 'nother can of worms that I don't want to open right now. I think that part of me would never date someone that I met at a bar/club, so why, then, do I continue to go out? That's not to say that I haven't dated a guy that I've met at a bar/club...but we see how well that's worked for me, right? And for that matter, why would anyone date me that I met out...if they were to think as I do??? So, why then, do we, as gay men...as humans...go out? Are we really missing something if we don't? Are we so afraid that we'll miss something that we just go out anyway? What is the lure? What is the shiny (disco) ball that draws us? Are we really looking for the "what if" of life? What if I don't go out and miss my Mr. Right? What if he were to be at the same bar that I always go to...just for tonight? What if I miss my opportunity? What if said opportunity never comes up again? What if???
Are we, as gay men, so blinded by the "what if's" that we can't see clearly? So? What if he was there and we weren't? If it was meant to be, it will be. Tonight. Tomorrow night. Next week. Whenever the stars align, it will happen. Are we *that* deluded by the "what if's" that we'll put ourselves through this mental turmoil???
Does any of this make sense?
Friday, September 26, 2008
...Happy Ever After
I was watching Grey's Anatomy and Sex and the City last night and they were about the same thing. What happens after you get your "happy ever after?" What then? We are all searching for Mr. Right or Mrs. Right or that perfect person, but what happens *after* that? All of the fairy tales end there. You all ride off into the sunset and "the end." No. Not, "the end." What happens? We are all told that that will be the pinnacle of our lives. Happy ever after. That's what we all want, right? We want *our* happy ever after. But what's *after* that?
Well, I've got the answer.
***spoiler alert***
Life. Life is what happens after your "happy ending." It doesn't just stop because we've found the perfect person. It doesn't stop because we are in love. It doesn't stop for anything. Period. So, boys and girls...while we are all looking for our "happy ever after," it's just another part of life. Some of us are lucky enough to find it. Some of us aren't. But just as sure as the sun will rise, life will go on just the same. Maybe a little happier or maybe you just keep searching, but...
Life.
Still.
Goes.
On.
Well, I've got the answer.
***spoiler alert***
Life. Life is what happens after your "happy ending." It doesn't just stop because we've found the perfect person. It doesn't stop because we are in love. It doesn't stop for anything. Period. So, boys and girls...while we are all looking for our "happy ever after," it's just another part of life. Some of us are lucky enough to find it. Some of us aren't. But just as sure as the sun will rise, life will go on just the same. Maybe a little happier or maybe you just keep searching, but...
Life.
Still.
Goes.
On.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Dating Dilemma
Wouldn't you agree that you have to go out on a certain amount of dates to finally find a good guy that you would continue to date? I would say so. It's sorta a numbers game. I mean, I'm not talking about Mr. Right, but maybe. I've never been a big proponent of dating just to date, but there is a fine line. Right?
Well, I've gone on 2 dates within the past 4 days and I'm already tired of it. Both were nellier than I normally date. Both very nice, but not someone I would date on a continued basis. Is it me? *Am* I too picky?
Please. Please. Please direct me the good gay men.
Well, I've gone on 2 dates within the past 4 days and I'm already tired of it. Both were nellier than I normally date. Both very nice, but not someone I would date on a continued basis. Is it me? *Am* I too picky?
Please. Please. Please direct me the good gay men.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
A Fun Quiz
This about sums up my whole life:
You Are 42% Stereotypically Gay
You definitely have some stereotypically gay traits. You might set off a person's gaydar now and then. If you are not actually gay, you could be mistaken for gay from time to time. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
How Stereotypically Gay Are You?
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Runner's High
I ran a 5K race this morning. Since I've been running marathons, this was the first 5k that I've ran in over 4 years. It was great to get that surge of energy that a shorter distance race gives you. I've never been a "conventional" runner. I don't do sprints one day and then hills another. I just run because I love to run. And the odd thing with me is that I'm better now than I was in high school. I've been running for 15 years! And most runners peak in their early to mid 20's. I'm 28 now and I'm running better than when I was 18!
This morning's race stats:
6th overall out of 500 (guesstimate)
3rd in my age group (20-29)
18:42
It wasn't my PR, but I was only shy like 3 seconds from it. The age group divisions were really broad, too. Usually, it's 20-24, 25-29, 30-34, etc., but they just divided the groups by decades.
Overall, I'm pleased:)
This morning's race stats:
6th overall out of 500 (guesstimate)
3rd in my age group (20-29)
18:42
It wasn't my PR, but I was only shy like 3 seconds from it. The age group divisions were really broad, too. Usually, it's 20-24, 25-29, 30-34, etc., but they just divided the groups by decades.
Overall, I'm pleased:)
Saturday, September 06, 2008
Food Meme:)
I got this meme from Brad. I love food, so this is a good one:)
1. How do you like your eggs?
I just like eggs. Period. But, my favorite is over easy.
2. How do you take your coffee/tea?
Coffee: Cream and splenda.
Tea: Iced with splenda.
3. Favorite breakfast food:
I love breakfast food, I just don't eat it a lot. My ideal would be 2 eggs over easy, crisy bacon, french toast, fresh squeezed orange juice with pulp, and coffee:)
4. Peanut butter:
I freakin' love pb! Natural peanut butter for me:)
5. What kind of dressing on your salad?
Fat free italian or some sort of vinegarette.
6. Coke or Pepsi?
Diet Coke, but I like a diet Pepsi every now and then for a change:)
7. You’re feeling lazy. What do you make?
Soup.
8. You’re feeling really lazy. What kind of pizza do you order?
If I want to be healthy, a veggie. If I don't care, a supreme with buffalo wings:)
9. You feel like cooking. What do you make?
I love to cook, so this one is wide open.
10. Do any foods bring back good memories?
Fried chicken (friend without the skin) always makes me think of my mom. She would always make that for picnics.
11. Do any foods bring back bad memories?
Nope.
12. Do any foods remind you of someone?
French food always reminds me of my ex. Chinese food always make me think of my sis.
13. Is there a food you refuse to eat?
No. I'll try anything once.
14. What was your favorite food as a child?
My mom's spaghetti and pizza. We had it every Friday night.
15. Is there a food that you hated as a child but now like?
Mushrooms and brussel sprouts.
16. Is there a food that you liked as a child but now hate?
Nope.
17. Favorite fruit and vegetable:
I love them all. Seriously.
18. Favorite junk food?
I honestly love anything that's bad for you...I just don't eat it.
19. Favorite between meal snack?
Cheese.
20. Do you have any weird food habits?
Nope.
21. You’re on a diet. What food(s) do you fill up on?
I'm always on a diet and never on a diet. I just try to eat healthy all the time. No sweets.
22. You’re off your diet. Now what would you like?
Anything!
23. How spicy do you order Indian/Thai?
Thai hot.
24. Can I get you a drink?
Yes, please.
25. Red or White wine?
White if I'm out. Red if I'm staying in - the whole teeth thing.
26. Favorite dessert?
Cheesecake. But I like 'em all!
27. The perfect nightcap?
A kiss from a boy.
1. How do you like your eggs?
I just like eggs. Period. But, my favorite is over easy.
2. How do you take your coffee/tea?
Coffee: Cream and splenda.
Tea: Iced with splenda.
3. Favorite breakfast food:
I love breakfast food, I just don't eat it a lot. My ideal would be 2 eggs over easy, crisy bacon, french toast, fresh squeezed orange juice with pulp, and coffee:)
4. Peanut butter:
I freakin' love pb! Natural peanut butter for me:)
5. What kind of dressing on your salad?
Fat free italian or some sort of vinegarette.
6. Coke or Pepsi?
Diet Coke, but I like a diet Pepsi every now and then for a change:)
7. You’re feeling lazy. What do you make?
Soup.
8. You’re feeling really lazy. What kind of pizza do you order?
If I want to be healthy, a veggie. If I don't care, a supreme with buffalo wings:)
9. You feel like cooking. What do you make?
I love to cook, so this one is wide open.
10. Do any foods bring back good memories?
Fried chicken (friend without the skin) always makes me think of my mom. She would always make that for picnics.
11. Do any foods bring back bad memories?
Nope.
12. Do any foods remind you of someone?
French food always reminds me of my ex. Chinese food always make me think of my sis.
13. Is there a food you refuse to eat?
No. I'll try anything once.
14. What was your favorite food as a child?
My mom's spaghetti and pizza. We had it every Friday night.
15. Is there a food that you hated as a child but now like?
Mushrooms and brussel sprouts.
16. Is there a food that you liked as a child but now hate?
Nope.
17. Favorite fruit and vegetable:
I love them all. Seriously.
18. Favorite junk food?
I honestly love anything that's bad for you...I just don't eat it.
19. Favorite between meal snack?
Cheese.
20. Do you have any weird food habits?
Nope.
21. You’re on a diet. What food(s) do you fill up on?
I'm always on a diet and never on a diet. I just try to eat healthy all the time. No sweets.
22. You’re off your diet. Now what would you like?
Anything!
23. How spicy do you order Indian/Thai?
Thai hot.
24. Can I get you a drink?
Yes, please.
25. Red or White wine?
White if I'm out. Red if I'm staying in - the whole teeth thing.
26. Favorite dessert?
Cheesecake. But I like 'em all!
27. The perfect nightcap?
A kiss from a boy.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
New Beginnings
Well, today is my first day out of the program.
My mom and bro-in-law are bringing my stuff down on Saturday.
The slate is clean.
It's a new beginning.
I'm excited.
My mom and bro-in-law are bringing my stuff down on Saturday.
The slate is clean.
It's a new beginning.
I'm excited.
Monday, August 11, 2008
ANOTHER brush with Death
As I was riding into work, I noticed that traffic was busier than it has been. I guess all the kids are going back to school, so I just chalked it up to that. Well, as I was making my way through 2 cars to get to the other side of the street (yes, at a pedestrian walkway, mind you!), I noticed a car coming at me full speed in the turning lane. As I tried to pedal faster, he apparently didn't see me or something, cause he never once tried to brake. Just as I think that I've cleared his car, I hear his front left bumper hit my back tire! Whew! That was WAY too close for comfort.
As my heart was calming down and I continued to work, I reflected on what would have happened if I *had* been hit... I hate when there are event in your life that make you question mortality. I had a very similar incident happen when I was running about a month and a half ago. Same scenario, except it was my right leg instead of my back tire!
I hope *this* doesn't come in three's...
As my heart was calming down and I continued to work, I reflected on what would have happened if I *had* been hit... I hate when there are event in your life that make you question mortality. I had a very similar incident happen when I was running about a month and a half ago. Same scenario, except it was my right leg instead of my back tire!
I hope *this* doesn't come in three's...
Saturday, August 02, 2008
Maybe So...
Most of the gay people that come into the gym are lesbians. I've never really had any lesbian friends, so this is all new for me. We all know the lesbian cliches:
They all wear flannel
They nest more
They move in together after a couple of dates
Most are manly
Most are overweight or "husky"
etc.
However, I've become really close with some of them. And now that I'm living in more of a lesbian neighborhood in Atlanta, I met a lot of them. I don't mind it...at all. It's a nice change from the "gay scene" and all the drama that comes along with gay men. However, I have met some of them in the area, too. On the whole, most of the lesbians and gay men are coupled...which brought me to the topic of this post. Maybe relationships *can* work for gay people. I think that I've become a little "jaded" living in Midtown where it just doesn't seem possible. Most of the couples that I've met have been together for close to or over 10 years! They don't just have gay friends, they have friends...whether they are married, with kids, or what not. Albeit, this is a more artsy-fartsy, "nesters wanted" type of area, but still.
IT. CAN. WORK.
I think my faith has been renewed a little:)
They all wear flannel
They nest more
They move in together after a couple of dates
Most are manly
Most are overweight or "husky"
etc.
However, I've become really close with some of them. And now that I'm living in more of a lesbian neighborhood in Atlanta, I met a lot of them. I don't mind it...at all. It's a nice change from the "gay scene" and all the drama that comes along with gay men. However, I have met some of them in the area, too. On the whole, most of the lesbians and gay men are coupled...which brought me to the topic of this post. Maybe relationships *can* work for gay people. I think that I've become a little "jaded" living in Midtown where it just doesn't seem possible. Most of the couples that I've met have been together for close to or over 10 years! They don't just have gay friends, they have friends...whether they are married, with kids, or what not. Albeit, this is a more artsy-fartsy, "nesters wanted" type of area, but still.
IT. CAN. WORK.
I think my faith has been renewed a little:)
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