02/21/2012
I had a dream that we got new cars at work. hahaahahahaha
Maybe tonight I'll dream that our contract will get settled.
02/22/2012
A rice eating contest?
Who could eat more handfuls of rice and the winner got $20,000? WTF was that all about?
Incidentally, I won. I ate 8 handfuls of cooked rice but got disqualified because I didn't properly register, so the girl who ate 7 handfuls won.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Monday, February 20, 2012
Saturday Night's Dream
What do you think a dream means when the following is involved:
A Gazebo
The Entrance Way and Living Room (with 1960s Decor)
A Wedding to Take Place in Said Gazebo
A Short A-Line Crochet Wedding Dress
A Tall, Red and Black Paper Tiara
A Tree
Bird of Paradise Flowers
A Japanese Style Floral Arrangement (for the Gazebo)
My Dad (who is deceased)
My Nan (who is deceased)
My Ex-husband (not deceased but re-married with 2 kids)
Hawaiian Shirts
A Blizzard During the Summer (thus delaying the Wedding Service)
My Girlfriends in Pastel Colored Jackie O Style Suits
Oh.... and Me in the Wedding Dress with an Updo and the Tiara (that made my forehead look big)
Seriously, all of those things were in one dream.
A Gazebo
The Entrance Way and Living Room (with 1960s Decor)
A Wedding to Take Place in Said Gazebo
A Short A-Line Crochet Wedding Dress
A Tall, Red and Black Paper Tiara
A Tree
Bird of Paradise Flowers
A Japanese Style Floral Arrangement (for the Gazebo)
My Dad (who is deceased)
My Nan (who is deceased)
My Ex-husband (not deceased but re-married with 2 kids)
Hawaiian Shirts
A Blizzard During the Summer (thus delaying the Wedding Service)
My Girlfriends in Pastel Colored Jackie O Style Suits
Oh.... and Me in the Wedding Dress with an Updo and the Tiara (that made my forehead look big)
Seriously, all of those things were in one dream.
Monday, February 13, 2012
Death of a Date with a Salesman
He looked like a big hunk of a man from his little picture online and had a few witty things scrawled on his page. He was looking for someone to play hooky with the following day because it was supposed to be 55 degrees (it's the middle of winter in NY). Hey, I'm game - and spontaneous, like him.
He shall be called The Salesman....
The Salesman said he was 6'4" and separated with 2 kids. Not a big deal to me because sometimes divorces take a long time. I emailed him, he responded the next day. We text each other and eventually made plans to have lunch the following day.
The next day arrived. The Salesman text me in the morning saying that he would be in my area because he had a couple of sales calls nearby. I'm not big on having dates in my own town but I didn't feel like driving far to meet him. So, I pulled on a pair of medium dyed jean, a black top and those fabulous Freebird by Steven Heathrow boots. I wore my aqua Boden wool jacket and carried my Glenda Gies coordinating purse. My hair was straight.
12 noon arrived and I was actually on time (which would shock those who know me). The Salesman was, too. His profile picture made him look broad, tough and bear-like, which I love. In reality, The Salesman was more narrow, fragile and stork-like. He was indeed very tall and his legs looked kind of wobbly, like Bambi when goes ice skating with Thumper. I was surprised that they withstood his body weight. Fortunately, it wasn't a windy day.
The first restaurant I chose was not open yet, nor was the second that was a couple of blocks away. As we walked to my third choice, I noticed that he was a bit pigeon-toed, which also made his knees bend in a bit. He carried his Tablet like this was going to be a business meeting. He answered an important business call. Naturally, I saw someone I knew as we walked.
The Salesman and I ordered lunch, he paid (which was nice - and unexpected these days) and we sat down by the window, so the world could see me. He gabbed away and I saw that his teeth were kind of weird. Kind of short for such a tall man and he had something black in between two of them. I didn't say anything because I'm sure when he got back in the car he'd notice it and remove it promptly.
The Salesman was certainly not at a loss for words. He talked up a storm while I nodded, pleasantly smiled and thought to myself "When do I get invited into this conversation?". Every event that he discussed ended with the whole gang finishing off lots of beer and spirits - just the kind of guy a sober girl wants to date. I'm not opposed to someone having a drink or a good time but when alcohol is the main theme of social gathering, I'm kinda not diggin' that. He also rambled on about how he liked tradition and doing the same things year after year. Um, that doesn't sound too spontaneous to me.
The Salesman droned on about his job in Sales, which would explain his obnoxious demeanor. I tried not to yawn or leave the restaurant. He went on to talk about how he has family members in law enforcement and told some tired old stories of his encounters with the police. He was obviously not the favorite son in his house. He then discussed the big one: his separation, which actually wasn't an official separation at all. Funny, to me "separation" means being separate, not being together, living apart but to The Salesman, it meant "She cheated on me, so I am free to do whatever I want and still sleep in the same bed, but I will tell everyone I sleep in the guest room." Well that's the impression I got when he mentioned several times that he was sleeping in the guest room. He seethed as he spoke of his soon-to-be ex-wife and didn't mind telling me that it was going to be a nasty divorce, a very nasty divorce. Yeah, that's something that I want to be a part of. Nothing like a nasty divorce to spice up a new relationship.
The Salesman eventually took a breath and I decided that the pleasantries were done. I quickly spoke up while he inhaled and said that I have a bunch of errands to run or some nonsense like that and that I had to get going. He left his garbage on the table, so I picked it up and tossed it for him. Gotta love a man who doesn't pick up after himself. We walked to my car and I kind of turned towards him and said "Thank you. It was nice to meet you. Bye." I got in the car, shut the door and said out loud "Geeze. How boring was that? He's not even blog-worthy"
I headed home and decided that I had to get needles and thread from the five and dime and while I was there, I'd pop into my favorite frozen yogurt shop for a dose of deliciousness. As I got onto the sidewalk, I saw a co-worker who said "Hey. What's up? Whatcha doin'?" to which I replied "I just had a date." He saw me walking towards the variety store and laughingly responded "I guess it didn't go too well." I answered "Ummm, not so much."
He shall be called The Salesman....
The Salesman said he was 6'4" and separated with 2 kids. Not a big deal to me because sometimes divorces take a long time. I emailed him, he responded the next day. We text each other and eventually made plans to have lunch the following day.
The next day arrived. The Salesman text me in the morning saying that he would be in my area because he had a couple of sales calls nearby. I'm not big on having dates in my own town but I didn't feel like driving far to meet him. So, I pulled on a pair of medium dyed jean, a black top and those fabulous Freebird by Steven Heathrow boots. I wore my aqua Boden wool jacket and carried my Glenda Gies coordinating purse. My hair was straight.
12 noon arrived and I was actually on time (which would shock those who know me). The Salesman was, too. His profile picture made him look broad, tough and bear-like, which I love. In reality, The Salesman was more narrow, fragile and stork-like. He was indeed very tall and his legs looked kind of wobbly, like Bambi when goes ice skating with Thumper. I was surprised that they withstood his body weight. Fortunately, it wasn't a windy day.
The first restaurant I chose was not open yet, nor was the second that was a couple of blocks away. As we walked to my third choice, I noticed that he was a bit pigeon-toed, which also made his knees bend in a bit. He carried his Tablet like this was going to be a business meeting. He answered an important business call. Naturally, I saw someone I knew as we walked.
The Salesman and I ordered lunch, he paid (which was nice - and unexpected these days) and we sat down by the window, so the world could see me. He gabbed away and I saw that his teeth were kind of weird. Kind of short for such a tall man and he had something black in between two of them. I didn't say anything because I'm sure when he got back in the car he'd notice it and remove it promptly.
The Salesman was certainly not at a loss for words. He talked up a storm while I nodded, pleasantly smiled and thought to myself "When do I get invited into this conversation?". Every event that he discussed ended with the whole gang finishing off lots of beer and spirits - just the kind of guy a sober girl wants to date. I'm not opposed to someone having a drink or a good time but when alcohol is the main theme of social gathering, I'm kinda not diggin' that. He also rambled on about how he liked tradition and doing the same things year after year. Um, that doesn't sound too spontaneous to me.
The Salesman droned on about his job in Sales, which would explain his obnoxious demeanor. I tried not to yawn or leave the restaurant. He went on to talk about how he has family members in law enforcement and told some tired old stories of his encounters with the police. He was obviously not the favorite son in his house. He then discussed the big one: his separation, which actually wasn't an official separation at all. Funny, to me "separation" means being separate, not being together, living apart but to The Salesman, it meant "She cheated on me, so I am free to do whatever I want and still sleep in the same bed, but I will tell everyone I sleep in the guest room." Well that's the impression I got when he mentioned several times that he was sleeping in the guest room. He seethed as he spoke of his soon-to-be ex-wife and didn't mind telling me that it was going to be a nasty divorce, a very nasty divorce. Yeah, that's something that I want to be a part of. Nothing like a nasty divorce to spice up a new relationship.
The Salesman eventually took a breath and I decided that the pleasantries were done. I quickly spoke up while he inhaled and said that I have a bunch of errands to run or some nonsense like that and that I had to get going. He left his garbage on the table, so I picked it up and tossed it for him. Gotta love a man who doesn't pick up after himself. We walked to my car and I kind of turned towards him and said "Thank you. It was nice to meet you. Bye." I got in the car, shut the door and said out loud "Geeze. How boring was that? He's not even blog-worthy"
I headed home and decided that I had to get needles and thread from the five and dime and while I was there, I'd pop into my favorite frozen yogurt shop for a dose of deliciousness. As I got onto the sidewalk, I saw a co-worker who said "Hey. What's up? Whatcha doin'?" to which I replied "I just had a date." He saw me walking towards the variety store and laughingly responded "I guess it didn't go too well." I answered "Ummm, not so much."
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