I miss Him. I need Him back. It’s been right at a year since the last time I kicked his ass in obscure music trivia. And I am almost ready for round 2. Maybe it should be an annual thing. So this is me putting out an all points bulletin for Him.
Him, Are you out there?
And more importantly can you name this song –
(I know - it’s an easy one… It’s all part of the trap.)
So work is sucking big right now and on Friday I am going to start fixing things in the “not so nice Sabine” way. I predict that I will have 3 people quit on the spot (which is fine – it saves me from having to fire them at the end of the pay period) and that my CEO will bang his head on his desk when he hears about our new guidelines.
Deal.
You brought me here to rock the boat, you get to deal with the waves. Don’t like it? Demote me. I dare you. It’s not like I wanted this fucking job in the first place. Hell I’d even take back my old Quality Audit position right now… and we all know just how much I hated that one.
*vent off*
Sorry that needed to rear its ugly head somewhere. You guys just get lucky. It was either this or kicking a wall, and I don’t have anyone here to take me to the ER when I hurt myself.
I understand that your newspapers and all your email headers are telling you today is Tuesday, but really no – it’s Monday. All you have to do is sniff the air. See? Doesn’t today just reek of Monday? I understand there may be an issue since to reach Friday on Friday we are going to have to lose a day somewhere. I vote for Thursday. That way Wednesday night we all go to sleep and BOOM! – wake up Friday morning. Just a few short hours away from the weekend. Work for you? It works for me. If it doesn’t work for you then you probably need more codeine in your diet.
My sleeptuitiveness amazes me today cause apparently - We was hit by a fairly big storm in the wee hours of the morning. Me? Slept like a baby. Never noticed the rain till I opened the garage door this morning. Of course that could be the codeine working for me as well.
I did make some headway on items that were floating around my head this weekend. Like I finally decided to give in and buy a real PC. Get rid of the assembled hobbled together junk that is floating around this place. One master machine that can handle everything I need… probably an alien or if I get a wild hair maybe a voodoo . Yep – that’s right my next machine isn’t going to be a G5. I am putting the Mac project on hold. Kinda of shocks me, but there are a few media aspects I want to explore and while I could do it all with a Mac – they aren’t exactly making it easy for me. So Windows, it is. (and no Melissa – I don’t want to switch to Linux. Linux hates me almost as much as I hate it.)
And now for Monday’s Meme. (and we won’t mention that Peter is slacking and has fallen a week behind… I am sure he has a great excuse.) (Read on …)
Friday, I headed south, ignoring my cell, and prepared for a weekend of peace and quiet. Goal: To read all 8 books I brought and leave on Monday with some sort of tan. Not too much to ask, right? Apparently it was.
Friday night when I was ignoring my cell I missed a call from the date who will never again be a date from Thursday. He left a message and I told myself I would deal with that later. Instead of reading like the original plan I got sucked into a lame movie or 3. Saturday morning was spent in the pool with a book, but when I came in for lunch the big evil box sucked me into more movies. I did make it back to the pool and my books, but it was getting a bit too late for the “get a tan” part, though.
When I came back in I took a quick bath and noticed I missed a few calls. One from Sarah and eight from the boy who I am now officially ignoring. That was early evening. I called Sarah back. We talked for a bit and discovered more things we have in common… every time that happens it gets a bit more eerie. One of these days we really will have to stop sharing a mind, and that will be lonely. Saturday Night, more movies and ignored books … and 3 more phone calls from the freaky boy. I also blocked him in every way I could think of. I kinda feel bad, but he also crossed a line and he deserves to be ignored.
Sunday was more of the same, except freaky boy figured out that calling me wasn’t going to get him far… and I succeeded in getting the strangest tan/burn lines I have ever seen…this includes some very tender areas that I am fairly sure have never been burned before.
This morning I drove home. Managing an entire weekend of not seeing or speaking to anyone (Sarah doesn’t count – that whole same brain thing) and finishing half the books I had brought. While catching up on blogs today I found a comic that gave me a great reason for why I went into hiding this weekend –
Ah - and remember the secret toy I was hired to see if I could break it? It crashed this morning at about 4:30 am. 9 days. Pretty much a record, even for me. Of course I found a few crucial issues that made my job entirely too easy.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go send an entire Japanese design team into a panic mode.
For those that didn’t know – there was a date last night. A first date that has a .0034% chance of becoming a second date. I could tell you all about it, but why should I when there is a song that sums it up pretty well? It wasn’t the song I planned on using for my Friday song, and honestly I hesitate to let Fred speak for me… but I guess if there is something he knows about - its first dates. My Gavin DeGraw obsession can hold out for another week.
And sometimes Horoscopes also can speak your feelings better than you ever could…
Libra
Whatever you usually do for fun doesn’t hold any appeal whatsoever now. You want to do something different — something you’ve never dared to try before. Better warn people. They won’t be expecting this.
Maybe I should retitle this entry as “That one where I let others do my talking for me…”?
Dear Neighbor,
You don’t know me. Despite living right next to me, we have never met. You may not realize this but we’ve really started a bit of a love/hate relationship. When I first moved in, you were quite entertaining. I could sit in my office in the evenings trying to pretend I was studying for my Real Estate Law exam, and watch you and your friends lift weights. Big, Sweaty, Gleaming, Manly Bodies are good brain candy for Real Estate Law. I should know since I only missed one question on my exam. But lately, Neighbor you have become a bit of annoyance.
Since I am no longer studying, I spend most of my time in my living room with the comfy couch and the easy access to the internet. From the living room I can’t see your gleaming body, but I can still hear you when you let that 400 lbs. bar fall from above your head. It gets a bit annoying really. Especially last night. Obviously you weren’t aware of the magnitude of importance in last night’s TV schedule. For last night’s entire 2 hours of severe disappointment, you were in your garage dropping weights. I was prepared to hate you. I was prepared to end the lust affair we had going that you knew nothing of. But once again you have redeemed yourself.
How you knew that this would be a morning I wasn’t going to be able to sleep, I will never know. The fact you knew that this was a morning when I had a big meeting I was stressing over, pleased me greatly. This morning I grabbed a carafe of coffee and headed into the office to get a jump start on some work. Within 15 minutes your garage door was raised so you could greet me and the morning. And there you stood in nothing but a pair of bikini briefs. Gods bless you for spending the next 2 hours working out. I will admit I did not get much work accomplished, but my morale was probably better than it has been all week. Even my admin noticed what a great mood I was in when I finally made it into the office this morning. And my meeting? Well it went extremely well. Better than can expected, really. I think this has a good bit to do with you and those little blue briefs.
So this brings me to ask, was that just a one time show? Is there a certain schedule I can program into mine? How about special requests? You see on Tuesday, June 7th, I have probably one of the most important meetings of my life. I am fairly certain that sleep will be elusive to me on the prior night. If you can mange an early workout like this morning’s, I would greatly appreciative.
I know this may be a bit one sided, but its better this way. No, really it is. Your wife wouldn’t appreciate our relationship becoming anymore involved than it already is. If you ask me, I think she’s a bit overly protective of you. You two should work on that.
Thanks again for brightening my morning. I hope to see you soon.
Your Neighbor,
Sabine
Wow – and all I really wanted was you guys to jump on Dirk’s case for giving me a hard time.
Seriously, I know there are good men out there. I even know that one day I’ll find one that is a good match for me. I know what I’m looking for – hell we all know what it is I am looking for. I have never hidden those facts. Nor have I set anything in stone. I can be amazingly tolerant to a lot of quirks… those are what make people unique. That being said there are some things that can’t be settled for.
I don’t want a dangerous asshole, but let’s all face it – I do need a bit of an asshole, because… well, I can be a bit of one myself from time to time. I know that I can be a handful and that not just any man is capable of dealing with that. Just like I also know that there really is no such “Mr. Perfect”. But one day… one day it will be right, cause there is a “Mr. Right” out there … somewhere.
Sarah, hit the point (over on her site)… “Good Men” aren’t the only ones that get passed over for the not so good. Dirk’s comment said it all. I’m “too” (fill in the blank) and because of that I won’t be able to find someone willing to spend their life with me. I’m expected to change myself to fill the form of what is commonly expected of a female in this day and age.
Quid Pro Quo, boys. I’m catching just as much shit for not being the perfect passive, submissive, and cute “Suzie Homemaker” as you are for being the man that you are.
Now can someone please tell Dirk to stop being so mean to me?
OH – and on top of everything, last night – Dirk informs me that the chances of me finding a man strong enough to be in a relationship with me… well I’d be better off joining a convent than trying. Cause I didn’t know this but it seems that I’m too “progressive”, “powerful”, and “strong”.
“You intimidate guys because we’re all (the good ones) raised to be the man.. the protector, the provider and that you don’t need that..” Thanks, Dirk. I needed to hear that last night.
I really don’t know what I did to get the drama magnet passed to me. I just had it like 4 months ago, and hell I was pretty sure that I forgot to pass on my forwarding address when it was heading out the door. But somehow it found me, and caused the shittest Monday I have had in a long time. I don’t want to really get into details, nor do I really want to discuss it.
But a few decisions have been made, please update all calendars accordingly.
I am NOT going to TMT this weekend. The SCA right now isn’t very high on my happy list. Too much drama, and I will be damned if I have to deal with shit my first event here. If you were expecting to see me there, try again next time.
I will be in Texas in July. My current schedule looks something like this:
Arriving sometime on Wed. the 13th (probably in the evening). Thurs and Friday – I am free for whatever. I am going to try and spend an afternoon with Amalia and I need to go the Fabric district one of those days as well. Let’s assume that I will assuming my rightful place on Rix’s couch. (work for you, dear?)
And I should probably at some point head out to the ranch and see my Grandmother. I would never hear the end of it if I didn’t.
Either late Friday night, or butt ass early Saturday morning… I am going to head out to San Angelo to impose myself on my friends out there. There’s an event on Saturday in Trelac, and damn it I need a “non-political bullshit” event. I’ll need a place to crash… *puppy dog eyes* Aaron? *pouting* Gavin? Please don’t make me camp in July… I melt.
Leave Sunday – Have Dinner with Sarah in Bossier City. Go home.
Anbody have issue with any of this? Melissa, will I get to see you and Joachim before you guys head to Denver?
I am going to drive. The lure of free gas is just too much, and then there is the fabric I plan to buy…
Now if everyone will excuse me, I have to go and explain to an employee that she can’t bitch out other employees because they cuss in her presence. (Note to self: probably not a good idea to use the word “bitch” during our talk.)
Then I have every intention of performing whatever ritual is necessary to get rid of this magnet. I refuse to have drama in my life that actually has anything to do with me. You have been warned, by the end of the day one of you will carry this weight on your shoulders.
and showtunes… Today is a day for Showtunes.
1. Total number of books owned?
I have 45 crates of books that used to be housed on 10 really cheap bookcases. They will stay crated until I find good shelves I like or till I cave and have a carpenter come in.
2. Last book I bought?
I picked up from Borders last night:
The Name of the Rose: including Postscript to the Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco
Sex with Kings : 500 Years of Adultery, Power, Rivalry, and Revenge by Eleanor Herman
The Hedonism Handbook: Mastering the Lost Arts of Leisure and Pleasure by Michael Flocker
Guenevere, Queen of the Summer Country by Rosalind Miles
The History of the Mongol Conquests by J. J. Saunders
3. The Last book I read?
My current book is: Wideacre : A Novel by Philippa Gregory
And my Bathtub book is: Sex and The Single Girl by Helen Gurley Brown Written in 1962. Carefully explains how a woman must mold herself to be the perfect wife for a man. Right down to planning how much to time to allot for getting you hair and make-up done AND dinner on the table by the time he gets home. A must read for any woman in need of a good giggle.
4. Five books that mean a lot to me:
“Valdemar” series by Mercedes lackey. Yeah - it’s a series of upteen something books, but I started reading them as a kid and they taught me that having an imagination wasn’t really all that bad of thing. Which considering my lack of kid stuff as a child… it was a healthy thing for me. I’ll still read them from time to time. And will buy any new one that comes out.
Pet Sematary my first Stephen King Novel.
Anything by Robin Hobb
Leap of Faith : Memoirs of an Unexpected Life by Queen Noor
William Shakespeare: The Complete Works
5. Okay! Tag! You’re “it” now!
Well let’s see the Sara(h)s already did it… so:
Genna
Dirk
and we can’t forget Peter (payback is a bitch, dear).
(Moira - I won’t put you thru this as well … unless you want to.)
I could post something. But it’s Monday. I’m at work and I don’t even have the gumption to fill out the meme sitting in my Drafts folder. That’s lame, I know.
Right now anything coming out of my mouth sounds incredibly snarky and/or bitchy… I can only imagine what I could type in this state. So I am going to shut up and hope my disposition changes soon.
I swear I must have checked every sense I had at the border when I came to Florida. Not only did I lease a place with stairs (ME! The sworn enemy of every staircase in the Western Hemisphere!), but I bought a WHITE couch! A white couch that I am scared to even sit on without wrapping it in a blanket. A white couch that has to be brushed. BRUSHED! I bought high maintenance furniture. So confused. What happened to me? I used to be so sensible.
And on top of everything, the desk I am looking at for the office? Glass. I can see the look on the ER docs face even now. Thank gods I have good health benefits.
And Ladies? Need a favor.
Buy:
Go home and:
Then when the man comes home… screw his brains out for me, will ya? Thanks. I knew I could count on my friends. (If I am not getting any … someone should.)
Now if you will excuse me Borders just called and my books are in… and I’m not going to wait till tomorrow to get my grubby little hands on them. I heart Umberto Eco so so much. He’s the only reason I even want to attempt to learn how to read Italian.
Today I saw a part of this town I didn’t know existed. A part actually liked. This palce, for the most part is devoid of character… everything is par for the course. I haven’t been overly impressed with anything here really. But today I went to Old Hyde Park and what I saw made me feel like I was at home. The neighborhood is street after street of historic homes. Bungalows to Arts and Crafts – all built sometime in the first few decades of the last century. We won’t even go into the travesties I would be willing to commit to live there…or the need I have to dig thru my purse to find the realtor’s phone number I scribbled on the back of a Target receipt. I so don’t need to think about purchasing a home right now and especially not a home that would drain my bank account like that. Sigh.
Other than the homes, their little shopping district is a marvel with all its cute shops and galleries. It was exactly where I needed to spend my Saturday afternoon. On top of that they closed off all the streets this weekend for an arts festival. I was in heaven. I bought glass. If it wasn’t for the things I need to do here, I would go back tomorrow. Hell, I will probably end up there anyway… it won’t take much to talk myself into it.
The coffeehouse was a coffeehouse. Nothing special, and I am sure it would have been muchmuch better if the 4 Moms collapsed on one of the couches weren’t letting their kids (all 9 of them) have the run of the place. Really kinda ruined my whole fantasy I had going involving Gavin DeGraw and a piano.
And then there was dinner. Its amazing what you can find out about people by just observing for instance to the left of me was a man and his 10 year old daughter. The daughter chose today to become a vegetarian, and it wasn’t until she burst into tears as her father sawed into his steak that he had any clue that his daughter had been against eating flesh “for a WHOLE 6 HOURS, DAD”. Thank gods I am not a pre-teen anymore.
But the blue ribbon goes to the man to the right of me. He comes in alone, and is perusing the menu as his dinner companion arrives. They chat and begin to place their orders – the man orders for himself and for his wife, but her order is to go… cause she is at home. Hence not the dining companion. And I spent the better part of my meal trying to avoid seeing this couple, not so discreetly, paw at each other while not eating their grilled shrimp. All the while, the poor wife’s food sits in a Styrofoam container growing cold cause her husband can’t keep his damn hands off this woman long enough to open his mouth and shovel food in.
Now I am home… and I have Netflix goodies to watch.
Libra
You’ve been thinking about what’s really important, and you’ve made some decisions. Fortunately, the right person seems to be on the same page. Now, isn’t it time to make some plans?
This week is over thank the gods and this weekend I refuse to sit at home. The past 2 weekends have not gone as planned, and I’ll be damned if I let this one slip past me as well. Tomorrow, I have to go and baby the Fo’cuz in the morning (when you aren’t the Beetle you can get neglected pretty easily) – oil change and a car wash. After lunch I am going to head to Old Hyde Park. I hear that there is a great coffeehouse there called Blackhawk. I’m sure its at least worth whiling away a Saturday afternoon. By then the mail should have been delivered and along with it my new Netflix DVDs (crossing fingers). So that’s Saturday Night. Sunday will be devoted to cleaning up the abode (including up laundry and setting up the office) and perfume shopping.
If I can get all that accomplished and maybe a tiny bit of work, I will consider it a weekend well spent.
So I was going to give you your standard Friday Song, but then he decided to tag me for a music meme. So you get 6, and please know this was amazingly hard.
Total Volume of Music on My Hard Drive:
237.56 GB - I share a server with 2 of my best friends (and fellow music geeks). We used to live together and now even though we all live in different states we can still steal from each other’s CD collection… And I am required by some friendship code to say that all the chick music is mine. Even the Backstreet Boys. Chris and Steve just put up with it cause I’m a girl. (that’s a total lie though… all the Backstreet Boys stuff is Steve’s, but not even his wife knows that.)
Last CD Bought:
Stand Up by Dave Matthews Band (“Old Faithful”)
Song Playing Right Now:
“Alone” – The Prom Kings (one of my current barely discovered bands)
Five songs I listen to a lot:
Five fabulous people I’m passing this on to (purely for the satisfaction of my curiosity): (I’m too lazy to do links…)
Sarah
Evil Sara
Moira (you need a blog – but for now you can put it in the comments)
Melissa
Rix
Satisfied, Peter? Of course all of this is subject to change without warning. I change musical preferences like most people change their socks. I can guarantee that if you were to ask tomorrow, all the answers would be different.
Yesterday – I was in a meeting (with entirely too many people, IMHO), during this guy’s presentation I got a bit sidetracked cause someone in the room smelled really great. This was a terrific thing – it marked that I could once again smell!
I never figured out who it was, but it made the meeting a much happier place for me. When I got home last night I was sitting on the couch and I smelled the scent again… it wasn’t someone else – IT WAS ME! It’s my new shampoo, which I now love more than I did. I spent the rest of the night sniffing my hair. Funny thing is it smells nothing like what it smells like coming out of the bottle, but I’m good with that.
Which brings me to the poll of the day… I have decided to try perfume again. Normally I wear a body spray cause I am not big on alcohol based smells, but I miss not having a real perfume to pull out from time to time. I am looking for something not overly floral as well. Something with a bit of spice to it. So what do you wear? What do you like to smell? Give me a suggestion or six – I plan to submit my nose to the fragrance department at Macy’s this weekend.
(and yes I know its Friday and all of you are desperately waiting for the song of the day… you have to wait till I get home though. The song I want isn’t on this laptop.)
Libra
A puzzling comment from someone you find fascinating will make it just about impossible to focus your attention on work — or anything else. Don’t fight it. Call them and ask what they really meant.
*tapping fingers…waiting for my puzzling comment*
When I was a baby I lived in a bubble (more of a box really, but bubble brings to mind a much more positive vibe). It’s one of the perks of having no immune system. There were treatments my doctors wanted to start me on so that I could begin to live this so called normal life, but I didn’t weigh enough. Until I did, I got a nice comfy glass bubble. My Mother will tell you it was a horrible time for all of us. She distinctly remembers that I hated life in that bubble. I think that this is actually my own Mother projecting her own feelings since her daughter was over 4 months old the first time she got to hold her. I like to think that living in the bubble wasn’t such a bad thing. I got to sleep all day and no one really expected much out of me. I received constant nourishment thru a tube in my belly button, so I didn’t even have to chew. Not to mention there was very little chance that my klutz self could manage to throw myself down my own staircase… again.
Last night, I was enjoying a nice catch up night – just me and my TiVo. Till the doorbell rang… I debated ignoring it since I wasn’t expecting anyone, but then I thought “Maybe its another package” … So I started rushing down the stairs and CRACK! Yeah that was the sound of my hip connecting with the banister. And then BOOM! was the sound I made when I landed at the bottom of the stairs on my ass. So now I have a bruise the size of a small plate on my left hip, and I’m a bit sore from playing bumper butt down the staircase.
Still don’t know who was knocking on my door though…