Liking WBF for Real...

Real quick WBF update...we hung out Friday night. It was great. I am starting to really like him. Which is very scary. Because he's only 23.

The good news: I think he likes me too. Not sure how much or what he wants out of all this (I can't imagine much because he's so young, and I'm not even sure what I want from all this...because he's so young) but for now, at this moment, I think we both like each other.

Which scares me.

The General suggested that it might be time for his nickname to graduate up from WBF to something more, as now he is slightly higher than WBF level (which is pretty much just a name we use for a casual crush). But the WBF name is fun and we like it. So officially he will continue to be known on here and amongst my peer group as The WBF. He's even in my cell phone that way.

This is fun, but I'm scared.

The Best Beds of All Time

I am a big bed snob. And by "bed snob" I mean that I love nice beds and nice bedding--it's a big deal to me and it really is the way to my heart. So a la the E! and The Travel Channel, I've decided to create a list of the top 5 beds of all time. Criteria for making the list includes the following things: comfort of the mattress, quality of the sheets (not necessarily thread count, but how they feel), fluffy-ness of the down comforter, and pillows--are they down and how comfortable are they? Bonus points for feather beds.

Please note: this list has nothing to do with aesthetics--most of my friends have beautiful beds.

In the number 5 position, we have the bed of the Firecracker. Comfortable, chic and appropriately bachelor-esque. Even though he's dumb, his bed was cool.

In the number 4 position, we have the bed of my friend Y. I have always known she has great style, but was unaware of how cool her bed actually was until I had to sleep there one night. Super comfy. In fact, it inspired me to make further improvements to my own bed. Which brings me to my next favorite bed....

In number 3, we have my own bed. I wasn't sure if this is allowed--it feels sort of cheesy naming my own bed as one of the top 5, but frankly it is. It is sort of tied with Y's in number 4 (we have the same sheets and we both have a feather bed). The only reason it surpasses Y's is because I sleep in it every night, so I am biased.

In number 2, we have a brand new entry--the beds at the Viceroy in Palm Springs. I think I had the best nap of my life in this bed. And I'm not a napper. Of course, the napping could have had something to do with the lack of sleep the night before, being in the sun all day, and the pool-side cocktails, but....I'm gonna believe that it was about the mattress, the fluffy Euro-sized pillows, the crisp cool sheets, and the down comforter--it was the perfect weight for a dessert hotel.

And finally, time for the number one best bed of all time. In my experience, the Cabo Surf Hotel in Cabo San Lucas tops the list. It's hard to separate ambiance from the bedding, but even without the view of the ocean and sounds of the waves right outside the window, the 420 thread-count 100% Egyptian Cotton sheets and down comforter make this bed my number one pick.

WBF Tonight!

WBF is meeting up with my friends and I tonight.

He sounds like he's looking forward to it.

I'm nervous. And excited.

Now You're It

Okay...I'm doing this because Y told me too. And because the geek in me thinks it's sort of fun.
Y had this filled on her blog and the idea is we have to fill it out on ours too. Kind of like a blog forward. I guess.

So....if you have a blog, you must fill this out too.

1) Total # of books you own?

Probably about 500. Between my current room and my old room (and closets in both). I keep any book I like.

2) What was the last book you bought?

100 Years of Solitude, by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. It's going to be my Hawaii book.

3) What's the last book you read?

The latest Harry Potter book. But I feel like that doesn't really count because it's such a guilty pleasure...before that I read Reading Lolita in Tehran. I didn't finish it though...I thought it was boring. Now I'm reading The Known World.

4) List five books that are particularly meaningful to you (in no particular order)

Marion Zimmer Bradley's The Mists of Avalon

John Steinbeck's East of Eden

Ann Patchett's Bel Canto

Ann Marie MacDonald's Fall on Your Knees

Charles Dicken's Tale of Two Cities

5) Tag 5 people and have them fill the quiz out on their own blogs.

I'm only tagging 4. Sorry. And I can't hyperlink like Y can. Wombat, Banana, KQ and KA...you're on.

Maybe We Are Hard to Date

I was talking with the Private last week about guys (big surprise, I know). We were both complaining about recent situations and realized that while the specifics were different, we had similar concerns, fears and expectations. What was more interesting though, is that we knew all these worries were completely illogical and yet we STILL felt/thought them anyway. No amount of internal logic or reason could stamp them out. The only way we could sort of push them aside is by having someone else basically say, "You're being stupid and here's why."

This got me thinking....what other stupid things do women sometimes do when meeting and dating men? What behavior may come off as unclear to the unassuming guy? What silly illogical thoughts do women have that make guys view them as crazy??

Below is a list of some such things that my friends or myself have experienced with a crush/relationship/boyfriend (herein referred to as "the boy"). Remember, these are thoughts a girl has, that they KNOW are silly and/or illogical but still think them anyway.

Before I get to the list, a note. This post is not intended to insult men, rather it's pointing out how sometimes women DO act in ways that make it hard for men to figure us out. So I am essentially conceding JUST THIS ONCE to the opposition that yes, sometimes it IS indeed hard to date us.

But as a full member of the Girl Community, I will always stand firmly by the belief that men, in their simple, overt, uncomplicated ways, are infinitely more difficult to "get."

"I think I know the future, and therefore you should too."

Of course, we all KNOW no one knows the future. But sometimes I think based on my extensive knowledge of the world and people, that I can predict things. That being said, if I can figure out how things may go, then the boy should be able to also. And then he should act accordingly.

REAL LIFE EXAMPLE:
Boy decides to go on a last minute, unplanned trip.
Girl thinks, "That's dumb. It's going to be crowded and there may be no hotel rooms available that you can afford and it will be expensive."
Girls smiles and says, "Sounds like fun."
Boy goes on trip.
Boy comes back and is grumpy because the weekend was too expensive.
Girls thinks boy should have understood this before he went.

"Of course I don't have any expectations about where this is going...but I DO expect you to act the right way (and by "right way" I mean the way I would act)."

Most people agree that having few expectations is the best way to prevent disappointment. It's also more fair in a relationship environment to have none. After all, non-communicated expectations almost always become tests that one is bound to fail. But sometimes, us girls think we have no expectations when we really do. These expectations are often not as grand as guys thing--it's not like we expect to marry the boy or bear his children. They're usually more subtle and have to do with showing affection or communication in the right ways. Often times we don't even know we have them until the guy acts "wrong" and it pisses us off. Regardless of how big or small they are, they are expectations nonetheless and sometimes having them at all leads to funny situations.

REAL LIFE EXAMPLE:
Girl thinks boy should call her X number of times across period Y.
Boy doesn't call on that schedule.
When Boy does call, Girl is pissed.
Boy doesn't understand why.

"I also think it's great to be spontaneous, but let's get that dinner for next week scheduled now, 'cause I'm really busy."

Sure, it's great to be laid back...take things as they come, go with the flow, blah blah blah. That's all fun and good. But we're all busy people with full lives. If two people want to spend time together, sometimes they have to plan ahead. And because us girls can predict the future and do actually have some basic expectations, we sometimes get exasperated at too laid-back boys.

REAL LIFE EXAMPLE:
Boy says, "Let's hang out one day and do activity X."
Girl says "Sure, that sounds like fun."
Girl starts to figure out when she'll be free to do X (or when she can squeeze time in for it) and what she'll wear (so that she looks extra pretty!)
Boy doesn't think about these things.
Girl's week fills up with other stuff.
Activity X never happens.
Girl is annoyed at boy.
Boy doesn't understand why.

"Where is this all going?" (The dreaded DTR)

No one wants to ask this about a crush/date/relationship too early on. But let's face it...we think about it. We try to stop ourselves, but we think--at least--about where it COULD go. And there's really nothing wrong with that. We do have biological clocks and why waste time with someone that you know can never be what you want? But the problem is boys rarely ask or think about this. Ever. They don't like to. So they just don't. Period. This can drive us girls a little crazy sometimes.

REAL LIFE EXAMPLE:
Boy and girl meet.
Boy and girl like one another.
Boy and girl kiss.
Boy and girl spend a lot of friendly time together thereafter, but never kissing again.
This goes on for awhile.
Girl questions "What's going on??"
Boy doesn't.
Girl gets tired of this and gives up.
Boy notices change in girl and wonders what's wrong.

And finally, my ALL TIME FAVORITE...

"I know when you say X you mean X, but I think you actually mean X, Y and Z."

This is a particularly dangerous one as it can be applied to any type of communication (verbal or non-verbal). And since it's about jumping to conclusions, the danger is limitless. Relationships can fail solely because of this.

REAL LIFE EXAMPLE:
Boy and Girl in new-ish relationship have plans to hang out with his group of friends
On the night of the event, Boy decides he doesn't feel like going.
Boy says, "I feel like staying in tonight because I'm tired."
Girl thinks, "He doesn't want to go out? Why?"
Girl questions boy, "Is it really because you're tired?"
Boy confirms. It's just fatigue.
Girl thinks that can't possibly be the sole reason...surely there's something else here....
Girl comes to the conclusion that he doesn't like her enough to incorporate her into his peer group.
Girl thinks, maybe the boy doesn't like her that much at all.
Later in an unrelated conversation about future plans, these concerns come out in a passive aggressive fit that makes 100% sense to the girl an 0% to the boy.

Bacterial Heart-Ache

So it turns out my chest pain is being caused by a bacterial infection. Which means that it is easily treatable by the wonderful and simple pill, the antibiotic. The only downside, if you can even call it that ('cause it's not a big deal) is that all those beach-side umbrella drinks I planned to have in Kauai next week will have to be virgin. I'm so glad the mystery is solved and that it is easily cured!!

YAY for the right medicine at the right time.

A Pain in the Heart

I'm sick. In a really strange way...

On Monday afternoon, I started getting chills and when I went home that night, turned out I had a fever. It was low grade (no more than 100.5) but it lasted through the night and got worse. I didn't go to work on Tuesday and made a doctor appointment. I also had a strange pain in my chest that makes it hard to swallow and breathe deeply. It's like there's a big air pocket in the center of my chest. The doctor wasn't sure what the pain could be from so they did tons of tests. X Ray, EKG, blood, urine. The Xray and EKG came back fine, so it could just be a viral or bacterial infection on one of the organs or on the lining of one of them (BTW, due to my new and vast knowledge of human anatomy, I can identify that the problem may lie in my pericardial cavity or perhaps on my visceral pericardium. he he) but they want to figure it out before they medicate. This morning, the fever broke and I'm back at work. I feel pretty normal too. Which is odd, but good. The chest pain is there but it feels better than it did this morning.

And so...that is why I haven't posted on here yet this week. But there is more to come soon!

WBF Status Report

Okay, real quick, just because I haven't written about him much this week, here is an update on Operation WBF. I followed through with the "no thinking" strategy on Monday and Tuesday and it has worked well.

• On Monday I was cordial and friendly, but made no efforts to talk to him. He sought me out and we chatted.
• On Tuesday I was cordial and friendly, but again made no efforts to talk to him. He emailed me about hanging out sometime this week.
• On Wednesday, I told him I didn't have time to hang out this week (75% true) and asked if we could instead hang out over the weekend. He emailed that that sounded like a good idea but he might be going out of town this weekend and that he'd let me know.
• On Thursday, he let me know--through a conversation I started--that he probably would be going out of town. He did not mention anything about how that meant we couldn't hang out over the weekend. But I'm sure he knew I'd figure it out. Which, I did (YAY for that college degree).
• On Friday, he confirmed--during a group conversation--that he was indeed going out of town. Which means, of course, we won't be hanging out (once again, thank God for that BA).

Of course, I am trying to "not think" and not add meaning to any of this. It's best to take it at face value.

But...a small and muffled part of me is screaming. The conversation goes like this:

Irrational, Neurotic ML: "He doesn't like you! He would rather go out of town then hang out with you! You're busy next week so you'll NEVER hang out ever again now!"

Rational, Calm ML: "No don't be silly. He wants to hang out, it just can't work this weekend."

Irrational, Neurotic ML: "You knew this would never work anyway. Maybe it's just not meant to be. Give up now. Run and hide before you invest more in this stupid idea and end up getting hurt."

Of course, the irrational, neurotic side of me is irrational and neurotic and therefore dumb.

All of this segues nicely into a post I'm working on for Monday about the discrepancies between logic and emotion. One can be the most logical person, ever, when it comes to life, work, education, etc. But enter a boy and all logic flies out the window. WHY? There are some standard "irrationalities" the Private and I have come across that are particularly funny.

A Sad Little Dream

Last night I had a very vivid dream that I had just come out of a coma. I remember feeling so disoriented and confused. When I woke up from the coma I thought it was just a normal day. I was going to go to work and I felt happy and excited about all that lay before me--getting into Anatomy and future career moves, whatever is going on with WBF, my future trips (Palm Springs, Hawaii, Cancun), etc. But when I woke, things were different. I wasn't in my apartment. My mom and lots of my friends were there. They explained that I had been in a coma for 6 months or so. I felt really disoriented and kept thinking things like: I missed Hawaii/Cancun? I don't live in LB any more? I'm out of Anatomy and now off schedule for the career move? Nothing ever happened with WBF??

I was so sad about all of this...but it was more that I felt disoriented and left behind. Like life moved on without me and I was trying to catch up. I kept wanting things to go back to how they were, and I kept questioning everyone to make sure that they weren't just playing a joke on me. I turned to Y and said, "so you went to Hawaii without me?" (in my dream, Y was going to HI too). I could tell she felt bad but she just sort of shrugged and said, "I didn't know what to do....I wouldn't get my money back from the trip and I didn't know if/when you were going to be able to go again." WBF was there and I asked him something similar about what happened with us. He acted similar to Y, sort of shrugging and obviously feeling bad. He said "well, you were gone and I didn't know if you were going to come out of the coma, and now I'm dating someone." I asked CH about Cancun and it was similar. I asked the General about what happened to our apartment and she said she was forced to move, because I was in the hospital and no one was helping her pay rent....

My mom and everyone tried to console me but I just felt so lost and sad. I felt cheated out of everything. When I woke up for real, in this world, it took me a few minutes to realize the dream was just a dream. I lay in bed hitting snooze more than normal, sort of marinating in those sad left-over dream feelings.

Last night I watched Gia. It's about a big model in the 80's (played by Angelina Jolie) who gets into drugs and eventually dies, at the age of 26, of AIDS. I'm 26 (for 10 more days). I'm obviously not a model or a drug user, and I am not going to die of AIDS. But maybe realizing how lonely she felt during her life and taking notice of the fact that we are the same age somehow created a dream reality where I woke up in a world that moved on without me.

Oh well. It was just a dream. Back to reality....I have tons of Anatomy homework to go do.

Something Challenging This Way Comes (part 2)

So I'm tired of this story. Basically, it was a stressful week where I was constantly unsure what would happen. I got in in the end, but at one point after they told me I was in, I thought I might get kicked out again. It was a tense night! Everyone felt the same way and people were getting antsy and snippy with each other. At one point, I thought a cat-fight would break out between two very tough and serious looking girls. During the process, I was talking to this other girl who was enrolled in the course, and I hate to say this, but she wasn't the brightest tool in the shed. She was worried that the course would be too hard and said she might drop it if it was. When she said this, I turned to her and said, half-jokingly, I'll pay you for your spot. Everyone laughed, but I meant it. Seriously. I needed this course and I KNEW she wouldn't be able to hang. Paying her $100 for her seat would still make my total JC costs less than what it would cost me (in money and time) to take my backup course at UCLA.

Fortunately though, I didn't have to pay. It made me wonder though, is that illegal?

Once lecture started, the prof started spitting out all these medical and Latin terms for various body parts. My hand was moving furiously across the page trying to keep up and I was trying to remember everything she was saying. I had been so worried about getting this course that I never stopped to consider that it might actually be hard.

Whatever. I'm going to kick a**. I will know everything there is to know about anatomy and I plan on breaking all the curves. And so, there goes my life for the next 18 weeks.

Something Challenging This Way Comes

Last night, history was made.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen (both of you), that's right. I was able to secure a position in an Anatomy class.

This was such a momentous occasion that I must tell y'all the story.

Two years ago I decided I didn't want to convince people to buy products they don't need at prices triple the cost. I decided instead to do what I wanted to do my entire life...be a doctor. Of course, I am now (sniff, sniff) in my late 20's. And that means that I've lived long enough as an adult to know what it means to go back to school and start over. I know what it means financially, I know how it can interfere with other macro life plans and I already worry about what it's gonna feel like to be entry level once again. But after thinking for a year on this, and after a breakup with my dumb ex, I decided "WTF? Why not??" But...instead of becoming a doctor, I settled upon Nurse Practitioner because it's less schooling, less time, but enough money (Only adults know how rewarding it can be to aim low).

And so with the analytical tenacity that I approach everything I care about, I researched, planned, talked, questioned, and then researched, questioned, talked, questioned, planned, and questioned some more.

I found some great programs--one in SF, one in KY, and one in LBC. Over the past year I've changed my mind frequently about which program seems right, but ALL the programs require a basic pre-requisite: a full, college-level, life-science major appropriate anatomy course.

"Well great," I thought, "I'll just go to the nearest JC and enroll." Little did I know it is far from being that easy. Here's a summary as to why I was foolish to think this would be simple:

1) There's a huge national nursing shortage right now.
2) Nurses get paid pretty well, relative to the required schooling, especially because of their current demand.
3) Supply has not yet caught up with demand--there aren't enough nurses and, more importantly, not enough resources to create more nurses.
4) Because resources (schools, classes, professors) are limited, those wanting to become nurses have to deal with wait lists long enough to reach forever.
5) Those still wanting to fight for space within said limited resources are desperate and competitive.

When I first signed up for Anatomy, I was 200th on the waiting list. I was told "Regester earlier." So I did register earlier, at three different JCs in fact. This time, I was 89th on the waiting list for one school. I didn't even get on the lists for the others, as they cap them at a more reasonable number of 20. Then I was told, "Get more units and you're enrollment time will improve." So I took two classes (other less medical pre-reqs). This time, I still enrolled a week earlier than before and ended up in about the same place I had the term earlier. Then I took one more class (another less medical pre-req) AND I even went through the college's assessment and orientation program. This is the pleasant, and highly informative "training" module recommended for new high schoolers (and other new students) who are scared about entering the big crazy world of higher education. People who go through this process get better enrollment appointments. So I took a sick day, went to the orientation and assement thing, learned about how to become active on campus AND even got to write an essay to prove I didn't need an ESL English composition class. What fun.

And then it happened. I registered and made it--ready for this--to position #9 and #15 on the wait list for two different anatomy courses. Eureka!

I was REALLY happy about this. It was such an improvement over 200 and 89th! And surely, they would let at least 9 people into the class right??

Okay...I have to go to my dentist appointment now. Part 2 tomorrow...this is where it gets good.

Sleepless Nights and Sleepy Mornings

I've been having trouble sleeping. On Sunday night, I thought maybe it was just because I slept in too much that morning. But all day yesterday I was exhausted and felt like I could fall asleep any moment. Any moment, that is, until I got in bed and turned off the light.

Because of these back-to-back sleepless nights, I have been unable to go to the gym in the morning. Each day, I caringly pack my gym bag, plan my work outfit, prepare a lunch and set the alarm. When the alarm clock goes off though, I have no energy and feel like sleeping for hours. And because it takes me hours to fall asleep at night, I have more justification for giving into that little voice in my head. You know, the one that says "sleep....sleep....you deserve it...your bed is still warm and it's so comfy...get back in quick!"

This morning was particularly awful. I actually was able to get up, brush my teeth, put my gym clothes on, and take my lunch out of the fridge. But when I went to put on my shoes, that's when I crumbled under the pressure of "the voice." I was tired and it just wasn't going to happen. So I got back in my PJs and got back into bed and slept.

Maybe "not thinking" is making me an insomniac. Maybe I should re-think this.

Embracing Reactivity

I went to SF this past weekend and got to spend some time with my brother. We were talking about relationships and about how they're hard because boys are dumb (my opinion) and because girls are impossible to understand (his opinion). After talking to him, I discovered WHY he thinks girls are impossible. Here it is: Women read too much into everything guys say and do and then act upon their own conclusions in ways that often appear odd or illogical. Here is an example:

Guy is tired or sick.
Guy tells girls he's tired or sick.
Girl listens to this.
Girl notices the guy's behavior seems like he is less interested, less attracted, less SOMETHING.
Girl decides this means he is no longer interested in her.
Girl decides she is wasting her time and should give up.
Girl ignores guy in a move of desperate self-protection.
Guy thinks: WTF?

I am very, very guilty of this. And so, I've decided to stop thinking. I am going to try to be like a man. I don't mean that as an insult--I do not think that the male mind is void of thought. Rather I mean that like a guy, I will TRY to not think about things outside of what I am doing at the moment because those thoughts often times lead to dangerous conclusions and stupid premature, over-correcting behavior.

See, us women are good at multitasking, both in the traditional sense (doing lots at once) and a mental sense (doing something and thinking about something else). I find this suits me well in my career and in school, but not when it comes to relationships with other people.

So how do I plan on not thinking? I am going to do this by focusing on the moment. Thinking exactly about what is happening in the exact moment prevents my mind from multi-taksing, from drifting off to wayward thoughts like "I wonder if he'll call?" or "what is going to happen next?" These questions are stupid and I don't want to think about them anymore.

So for the first time in my life, I have decided to go against my A-type personality and proactive analytical nature to embrace a life of reaction. I can't wait!

Peace of mind? Where are you? I'm ready!

Friday the 13th Minus One

I think my apartment may have a ghost.

This morning when I pushed open my bedroom door, my roommate's bedroom light was on--which meant she was still at home. I was wearing skimpier PJs, so I went back into my room to put on my robe. When I came out of my room though, I noticed the General's light wasn't on after all. There were no signs that she was in the house and no noise, so the fact that the light WAS on and then was off minutes later was odd. I shrugged it off and went to the bathroom, where I took a shower, and proceeded to get ready for the day. Upon exiting the bathroom I was shocked to see THE LIGHT WAS ON. This time, I actually stopped mid-hallway and looked around. Maybe the General hadn't left yet...I checked to see if her car was there but it was gone. I went back to the hall area and saw the light still on. A little freaked out, I decided it was best to proceed with my routine. Maybe it was just a short circuit or power surge or something. Those cause lights to come on and off unexpectedly, right??

By the time I was ready to go to work, the light was still on. I turned it off and left the apartment.

When I got to my car I noticed my front left tire looked really flat. But since my car was in the garage where it is cramped and dark, I couldn't get a good look at it. I backed out onto the drive way and noticed, with much annoyance, that it was completely flat. Absolutely no air. Last night it had been fine. I drove home and there were no problems. This morning, absolutely no air. Fortunately, I have AAA. They came and changed the tire within a half hour. After removing the tire though, the AAA guy couldn't see any leaks or any problems with it. This could mean either a) there is a leak too small too see but large enough to complete dispense all the tire air over night, or b) there is a ghost messing with me.

I'm not too superstitious and would say that for the most part, I don't believe in ghosts but what if there really was one???

OTHER NEWS:
I have lunch with my WBF today. After a week of excited nerves about this lunch and about him, I am now feeling pretty neutral about things. I never expected anything to come out of my crush on him, and still don't. I do like him lots and enjoy hanging out with him, but I'm not sure how I feel about him romantically at the moment. I guess we'll see...

And finally, a SHOUT OUT to LR in NYC. Thanks for reading!

Calling My Old Boss a Ho

So twice in the past week I have been woken by a phone call during the 3am hour. Last week it was an unidentified call and last night, as best as I can tell, it was an international call originating from Unit Arab Emirates. At least, that's what the country code and the phone number suggests. I really don't care if I'm getting random crank calls, but I do care that they come at 3am and wake me up. Each time, I'm deep in sleep and very disoriented. My cell phone ring is the Sex and the City Theme song, and it takes a complete round of the entire song before I realize what is happening, where I am, where my phone is, and why it might be making noise. Very odd.

Since we're talking about cell phones, I have another cell phone story to share. This one is a little embarrassing. Sometimes, my BD and I talk to each other like rappers. That is, we employ the insightful and emotionally charged lingo of such stars like 50 Cent, Ludicrous, and Juvenile. One of my favorites is to greet her with a "What it is ho?" from the very crude "Some Cut" by Trivelle and Cutty. For those of you unfamiliar with the song, that is pretty much the only radio-friendly line in the whole thing. The rest of the song is set to a background of repeated and rhythmic bed squeaking noises. Possibly to simulate what a bed might sound like during certain horizontal activities. That may give you a good idea about the song's topic. But I digress. On Saturday, I had lunch with KM and SK. It was the day of the bash and I wanted to text message my BD a quick hello. I typed in "what it is ho" and carefully navigated to the contacts screen. I send a lot of text messages and feel that I'm somewhat of an expert in this area. My pride may have been a little excessive though, because in my haste to send this important message, I accidentally sent it to my old boss (A)!

I sent A a message saying "What it is, ho?"

I can't believe that.

I've had lots of bosses here at the Death Star and A is the least fun and least laid-back. He was born and raised in the Middle East too, so he probably doesn't "get" the whole rap thing or the endearing quality behind the term "ho." Luckily, nothing has been brought up about it.

And on the topic of slightly embarrassing interactions...I was driving back to the office after lunch today and I pulled into the left hand turn lane. I was waiting and waiting behind a maintenance van. Two lights later, I realized the van was doing doing gardening while parked in the left hand turn lane, which meant he wasn't actually turning. There were cones set up behind the van and he had his emergency flashers on, but I guess I just didn't notice these tell-tale signs of "maintenance." Anyways, I had to signal to the car behind me to back up, then I had to reverse far enough back so that I could pull out away from all the orange cones. Of course I was doing all this while traffic kept on speeding by around me. I ended up pulling out in front of someone who was kind enough to slow down and then drove over a cone. Suave, huh? Then when I pulled back into the left hand turn lane (in front of the van this time), the car I had cut off pulled behind me and honked. It was my WBF! Of all the people to notice me backing out of a stupid situation and then running over a cone, it had to be him. I felt like Anne of Green Gables. She always ran into Gilbert Blithe while doing stupid things.

Oh well. At least he honked and waved.

Here it is! My little anchor tattoo!

My Craziest Weekend

I just survived a most crazy, fun, exhausting weekend. Here are some the key highlights:

My BFF and some other fantastic friends visited from SF
We went to the beach
I bought some cute, but expensive, boutique jeans
My brother surprised me by coming home for my party
I had a fantastic B-day Bash
WBF and I kissed! (KQ/G, KA will give details)
I lost my favorite ring from Puerto Rico
I went to a fabulous Jack Johnson concert
I got a tattoo!
I went to Disneyland!
I got an eye infection

And today, I'm exhausted.

More details later...

Babydoll B-Day Bash Eve!

It's the eve of our b-day bash! I'm so excited. Well, technically, it's not the "eve" yet, since it is only mid-day. But I mean eve in the same way people use Christmas Eve. "Eves" of big events are always lots of fun.

I have been very half-a** about the Frog this week. I'm sorry. I was focusing on reading Harry P. and doing everything healthy--eating healthy, sleeping lots, drinking lots of water, and working out a ton. Also, I've cut caffeine for the week. The net result of all this healthy living? I'm tired and don't feel like doing much. Maybe because I'm going through caffeine detox.

Due to my lethargy, I can't come up with something clever and interesting to write about. So instead, I will discuss my new favorite band: N.E.R.D. They are such fun! I have to admit I first started listening to them because of their fabulous "babydoll" track (in honor of myself and the other BD, of course). But now I love all their songs. You should check them out.

There are going to be so many great things to post on next week though because here is a summary of what's going on this weekend:

1) my BFF comes in from SF tomorrow morning. We're going to the beach. YAY.
2) our babydoll b-day bash is tomorrow night and almost ALL of my friends are going to be there!
3) I plan on consuming banana pancakes drenched in butter on Sunday morning for breakfast.
4) Jack Johnson concert Sunday night
5) Vacation day from work on Monday
6) I'm getting my tattoo on Monday! (not the dragonfly now...Long story. Good for a post later).
7) I'm going to celebrate surviving all this by a trip to Disneyland on Monday night to hang out with CH and her BF.

TTFN
TGIF
CU 2morrow (for the COOL people coming to the bash)

One of my Favorite Things

This is one of the things I love at Disneyland.

















Sorry. I know this isn't a real post, but it's been a busy week.