Seriously. She did.
She came home with the number written on a receipt, in her pocket. The next day she kept trying to figure out why she had the number. You see, she has a boyfriend. SHe finally remember that it was for me.
So she explained that he was hanging out with her and another friend at the bar. They got to talking and he kept saying that he wanted to find someone "down to earth". Hmm, wonder what that means actually? Do I fit that description? Anyway, she told him that I had been seeing someone and she didn't know if it was going to work or not. She told him that he should go out with me. He kind of laughed it off and they kept hanging out. Right before last call he went over and asked her if she was serious about me. She told him she was and so he gave her his number.
She got done telling me this and said that I shold go out with me. We both agreed that it would be werid for me to call him first.
"Uh hello. You don't know me. Actually I don't know you either. Uh, you met my freind at the bar. You guys hung out all night. No, no, she has a boyfriend so she referred you to me."
Seriously, how embarassing! So she called him and told him that I would go out with him and asked him how he wanted to do this. She offered up just meeting one night with her and her boyfriend. Oh and me of course. He asked for my number and said that he would call me.
We've been playing phone tag all week. I get up the nerve to place what seems like a cold call, given I know nothing about him. Then he doesn't answer. I get a messgae from him and start the process again and what do you know - he's not answering.
So tonight, as I write this, I'm stalling. Yep. My turn to call him again.
Ok, here I go.
Ok, really this is it.
No, I swear this time I'll pick up the phone.
Um, may be I need a beer.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Excitement...
Less than a weeek from now I'll be an aunt again.
My sister is going in for a scheduled c-section. I wonder what's it like knowing that your child will absolutely be born on a particular day? Did it every cross her mind to say, "Nope, I want my child born on the 1st, not the 2nd!" or "I was hoping to wait a week so he/she would be a June baby instead of a May baby." Do you think?
Anyway, I took the whole week off to spend with my niece. She's 3 and more than likely will have issues with her place of glory as the only child being taken away. Hell, I was her thirty some years ago. I know how she's going to feel. Well maybe not exactly. Actually I don't remember my time when my sister was born, so I'm going from stories told about it. I do remember standing on one of the black vinyl kitchen chairs in the kitchen of the apartment we were living in. I was watching my Mom mix up bottles of the special formula that my sister needed. It's actually my earliest memory. I had to have been almost 3 at that time. Isn't it amazing that the mind can remember things at such an age? And I wonder what it was about that memory that implanted in my brain?
So my niece and I are going to go shopping for the new baby, play together, do some crafts and decorate for halloween. I'm doing to spend the time to get all those darn pumpkin seeds from those pumpkins so we can roast them together. She loves popcorn, so I think she'll like those seeds.
I'm excited!
My sister is going in for a scheduled c-section. I wonder what's it like knowing that your child will absolutely be born on a particular day? Did it every cross her mind to say, "Nope, I want my child born on the 1st, not the 2nd!" or "I was hoping to wait a week so he/she would be a June baby instead of a May baby." Do you think?
Anyway, I took the whole week off to spend with my niece. She's 3 and more than likely will have issues with her place of glory as the only child being taken away. Hell, I was her thirty some years ago. I know how she's going to feel. Well maybe not exactly. Actually I don't remember my time when my sister was born, so I'm going from stories told about it. I do remember standing on one of the black vinyl kitchen chairs in the kitchen of the apartment we were living in. I was watching my Mom mix up bottles of the special formula that my sister needed. It's actually my earliest memory. I had to have been almost 3 at that time. Isn't it amazing that the mind can remember things at such an age? And I wonder what it was about that memory that implanted in my brain?
So my niece and I are going to go shopping for the new baby, play together, do some crafts and decorate for halloween. I'm doing to spend the time to get all those darn pumpkin seeds from those pumpkins so we can roast them together. She loves popcorn, so I think she'll like those seeds.
I'm excited!
I'm not a very steady poster, am I?
It either means that I'm leading a boring life or I'm too busy to post. Let's not guess which one applies to the last few months, ok?
Thanks.
Thanks.
Thursday, April 14, 2005
It's back and I can't get it to stop!
Sigh. It's back. That song. You know, the one that sticks in your brain and befuddles it for hours on end. Everyone has a song, right?
Mine you ask? It's "Baby Baby" by Amy Grant. Don't ask me why because I have no idea how it got stuck there or why it's stuck. What message could she be sending me with this song? Seriously, is it because I need love or need a child or need babies? I need devotion? Crap, I have no clue.
"Baby, Baby, I'm taken with the notion...to love you with the sweetest of devotion."
That line runs through my head and has run through my head since 1991 when the damn song came out. It's not like I listened to that CD (wait, probably tape) too much and the song got stuck. It's not like I even liked Amy Grant back then or now for that matter.
There have been times when a new song gets stuck in my brain and I almost rejoice that I'm rid of the baby, baby. But I've since learned in the last 14 years that it's just a matter of time before I'm stuck listening to my brain sing that damn line again and again. I'm starting to think that I'll be 97 years old in the nursing home and still listening to that line in my head!
Mine you ask? It's "Baby Baby" by Amy Grant. Don't ask me why because I have no idea how it got stuck there or why it's stuck. What message could she be sending me with this song? Seriously, is it because I need love or need a child or need babies? I need devotion? Crap, I have no clue.
"Baby, Baby, I'm taken with the notion...to love you with the sweetest of devotion."
That line runs through my head and has run through my head since 1991 when the damn song came out. It's not like I listened to that CD (wait, probably tape) too much and the song got stuck. It's not like I even liked Amy Grant back then or now for that matter.
There have been times when a new song gets stuck in my brain and I almost rejoice that I'm rid of the baby, baby. But I've since learned in the last 14 years that it's just a matter of time before I'm stuck listening to my brain sing that damn line again and again. I'm starting to think that I'll be 97 years old in the nursing home and still listening to that line in my head!
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Mom...
I'm starting to think that my Mom thinks I'm an alcoholic.
Don't get me wrong, I enjoy a good Appletini or a cold beer when I want to. There are even times I drink to excess. But those times are few and far between. I'm too old to be hung over all the time any more.
I believe that it all started when I was 23 and went to my cousin's wedding. It was an out of town wedding with a 4 hours drive one way. My parents decided to go a couple of days before and make it a mini vacation. They also said that we (my sister was 21) could just share their room the night of the wedding instead of having to pay for our own. They would live to regret that offer.
My sister and drove down to the wedding early Saturday morning and got to the hotel about 9:30. It was a long drive and an early morning. We hurried up and took showers and got dressed. The wedding was beautiful. 11:30 start time and it included the full Catholic Mass. Good thing I'm used to the full Mass. Anyway, we sat in that church for almost 2 hours. At 2pm we headed over to the reception at a local hotel (not our hotel).
In the lobby area of the reception there was a large group of people. In the middle of that large group was a bar. With beer. Free beer. Lots of it. See the problem? No? Well, it turns out that the bride and groom decided that they wanted to go bar hopping from the end of the wedding ceremony at 2pm to 5pm! So all the guests, mostly out of town guests, were at the reception lobby with no food and free beer.
Ahhh, I see that you've figured it out now. Yes, my sister and I had beer after beer after beer. After all, we did go to the number one party school in the state and this was a party. By 5:30 when the bride and groom finally made it to the reception my sister and I were feeling no pain, hell, I couldn't even feel my lips anymore. The doors to the dinner room opened and we were all ushered into dinner. We sat down and were searved our choice of chicken stuffed with crab and lobster or veal with something or other. Did I meantion that my sister didn't eat meat? Yeah, she was a vegetarian during college. Did I mention that drinking and rich food don't mix? Yeah they don't. So as there were no other meal choices I tried to pick the chicken out to eat without being obvious. My sister never ate.
Of course we kept on drinking. Free wine now. When the band started playing after dinner my sister and I were the first to get up and dance. Before the newly married couple. Opps. Yeah, probably our first in a string of things to go wrong. My Mom walked over and ushed us back to the table. Our uncles had noticed that my sister and Iwere "tipsy" and thought it was funny. You see, we're considered the "good" kids in our family. Anyway, they decided that they would keep buying us drinks to be entertained. We kept taking them.
By the end of the night my sister was hanging on the bartender (he was good looking) and I was playing butt quarters with the bride's father. My Mom was horrified. She took the quarter from me when it was my turn and made my Dad unwrap my sister from the bar to leave to go back to the hotel. On the way back to the hotel my sister and I had the giggles. This made my Mom more angry. Then my Dad was looking for a place to park and my sister kept telling him to park in a used car lot and wouldn't listen to him tell her he couldn't park there.
I went into the room and fell into bed and pretty much passed out. It was what I needed to do. My sister went into the bathroom. After a while my Mom woke me up and told me to get my sister. What the hell was I going to do? She was in the bathroom, not still in the bar. After much poking and proding from my Mom I got up to go to the bathroom & get my sister. Only that was a bad move. I now had to hurl. I kept pounding to get her to let me in and she wouldn't. So I hurled in her clothes at the bathroom door. Then my Dad jimmied the door open for me. My sister was hurling in the toilet and wouldn't share, so I got the sink. After that, things are fuzzy. But I woke up the next morning in bed.
My paernts came into the hotel room at 10 am and said they were going to breakfast and we had 1 hour to clean up the bathroom and room and leave. Turns out there were hurl all over the bathroom and they were embarrassed to leave it like that. We did the best we could and headed home.
It wasn't a good family bonding experience.
Since that time my Mom had made comments about drinking. The latest was in refrence to a new medication that I'm taking. She tld me, "You can have one or two drinks, but much more than that and you'll be in real trouble." Ummm, thanks. I told her that I pretty much haven't had any lately because it makes me feel worse. She looked at me like she didn't believe me and rolled her eyes.
Mom, I'm not a lush. Really.
Don't get me wrong, I enjoy a good Appletini or a cold beer when I want to. There are even times I drink to excess. But those times are few and far between. I'm too old to be hung over all the time any more.
I believe that it all started when I was 23 and went to my cousin's wedding. It was an out of town wedding with a 4 hours drive one way. My parents decided to go a couple of days before and make it a mini vacation. They also said that we (my sister was 21) could just share their room the night of the wedding instead of having to pay for our own. They would live to regret that offer.
My sister and drove down to the wedding early Saturday morning and got to the hotel about 9:30. It was a long drive and an early morning. We hurried up and took showers and got dressed. The wedding was beautiful. 11:30 start time and it included the full Catholic Mass. Good thing I'm used to the full Mass. Anyway, we sat in that church for almost 2 hours. At 2pm we headed over to the reception at a local hotel (not our hotel).
In the lobby area of the reception there was a large group of people. In the middle of that large group was a bar. With beer. Free beer. Lots of it. See the problem? No? Well, it turns out that the bride and groom decided that they wanted to go bar hopping from the end of the wedding ceremony at 2pm to 5pm! So all the guests, mostly out of town guests, were at the reception lobby with no food and free beer.
Ahhh, I see that you've figured it out now. Yes, my sister and I had beer after beer after beer. After all, we did go to the number one party school in the state and this was a party. By 5:30 when the bride and groom finally made it to the reception my sister and I were feeling no pain, hell, I couldn't even feel my lips anymore. The doors to the dinner room opened and we were all ushered into dinner. We sat down and were searved our choice of chicken stuffed with crab and lobster or veal with something or other. Did I meantion that my sister didn't eat meat? Yeah, she was a vegetarian during college. Did I mention that drinking and rich food don't mix? Yeah they don't. So as there were no other meal choices I tried to pick the chicken out to eat without being obvious. My sister never ate.
Of course we kept on drinking. Free wine now. When the band started playing after dinner my sister and I were the first to get up and dance. Before the newly married couple. Opps. Yeah, probably our first in a string of things to go wrong. My Mom walked over and ushed us back to the table. Our uncles had noticed that my sister and Iwere "tipsy" and thought it was funny. You see, we're considered the "good" kids in our family. Anyway, they decided that they would keep buying us drinks to be entertained. We kept taking them.
By the end of the night my sister was hanging on the bartender (he was good looking) and I was playing butt quarters with the bride's father. My Mom was horrified. She took the quarter from me when it was my turn and made my Dad unwrap my sister from the bar to leave to go back to the hotel. On the way back to the hotel my sister and I had the giggles. This made my Mom more angry. Then my Dad was looking for a place to park and my sister kept telling him to park in a used car lot and wouldn't listen to him tell her he couldn't park there.
I went into the room and fell into bed and pretty much passed out. It was what I needed to do. My sister went into the bathroom. After a while my Mom woke me up and told me to get my sister. What the hell was I going to do? She was in the bathroom, not still in the bar. After much poking and proding from my Mom I got up to go to the bathroom & get my sister. Only that was a bad move. I now had to hurl. I kept pounding to get her to let me in and she wouldn't. So I hurled in her clothes at the bathroom door. Then my Dad jimmied the door open for me. My sister was hurling in the toilet and wouldn't share, so I got the sink. After that, things are fuzzy. But I woke up the next morning in bed.
My paernts came into the hotel room at 10 am and said they were going to breakfast and we had 1 hour to clean up the bathroom and room and leave. Turns out there were hurl all over the bathroom and they were embarrassed to leave it like that. We did the best we could and headed home.
It wasn't a good family bonding experience.
Since that time my Mom had made comments about drinking. The latest was in refrence to a new medication that I'm taking. She tld me, "You can have one or two drinks, but much more than that and you'll be in real trouble." Ummm, thanks. I told her that I pretty much haven't had any lately because it makes me feel worse. She looked at me like she didn't believe me and rolled her eyes.
Mom, I'm not a lush. Really.
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