�Cute boy at 10 o�clock.� Actually I think the words were �That has got to be the most adorable man I�ve ever seen.� And that about sums up my Saturday. If you take out the part where I didn�t feel great, the part where Trimaris still reallyreally confuses me, the part where I was so antsy to do SOMETHING other than lay around on my sickbed on Friday night that I rushed out at 10 p.m. to buy entirely too much food for everyone, and the part where I showed up really really late for the event (see part 1)� ooooh and the part where I had to explain to a state trooper that no really it wasn�t necessary to write me a ticket.

Other than all that it was all about ogling the adorable one. And getting sexually harassed over the phone�someone’s ass needs a kickin’. I would be blocking a number on my cell phone today, but the call came from Sarah’s cellphone.

There was much reading to be had. I am absolutely inlove with my new author and her series of books. I�m 3 in and all of them have made me feel for characters and I can�t ask for much more than that.

Speaking of feeling did anyone else watch Grey�s last night? ohdear. Oh.dear. Sarah and I cried during the commercials together and sent entirely too many text messages that consisted of, �sniff�, �damn�, �fuck�, and �I�m going to need a prozac.�

And yeah, I slept� a lot. I blame the meds. Really you should go pounce on Sarah� her weekend was muchmuch more interesting than mine. much.more.interesting.

Green Bay and Kansas City.

At 2:15 this morning I was woken out of a great slumber by a drunk Sarah … who was sitting in a bar arguing with boys over who won the first Super Bowl. To answer the question once and for all she called me since between me and my good friend Google, we know everything. I was promised all sorts of bribes to crawl my ass out of bed and consult with Mr. Google.

So yes on 1/15/67 Green Bay and Kansas City played out the first Super bowl to a large crowd in Los Angeles. Green Bay won with a final score of 35-10.

And my new birthday, next week, is going to be very interesting…

More on my weekend later… I have to go to work now, on a Sunday. bah.

Sabine is fuckin’ with the website again…

So, um, hypothetically speaking… if Sabine was to, say, change the name of her blog – what would you like to see it named? Hypothetically, of course…cause Sabine doesn’t believe in change… hypothetically.

And, um, there would be a box of Thin Mints in it for the winner if this was a contest, but it isn’t cause this is all a figment of your imagination. I think someone’s getting verrrrrrry sleepy.

Cuteness Abounds! weee!

and on a totally different note…

Libra

You’re a natural cruise director, famous for putting on quite a show to entertain and amuse the masses — especially if impressing someone who’s part of that gathering is your goal. Pull out all the stops and work your magic.

and didn’t we have this conversation not too long ago?

I could give you a recap of everything that happened while I was in the hospital but the messages that went back and forth between Sarah and I really say it all. You’ll just have to live without seeing the photos though, moving them off my phone was too much work for an invalid like me.

Sabine: 4:25 pm (Insert pic of medical ID bracelet #1) It’s the new fad.
Sarah: 4:30 pm That’s just sexy.
Sabine: 4:38 pm Everyone should be so cool.
Sabine: 5:26 pm I think they sent me to the ghetto hospital…
Sarah: 5:28 pm Why? Is the IV fluid in mason jars?
Sabine: 5:31 pm I wish I knew I’m still sitting in admitting
Sarah: 5:30 pm I’m surprised Grandmother didn’t bring you home for this.
Sabine: 5:39 pm if she had thought it was going to mean an overnight she would have.
Sarah: 5:31 pm Too late now?
Sabine: 7:46 pm Still Waiting
Sarah: 7:48 pm Ooo. That sucks bad.
Sabine: 7:50 pm (insert pic of medical ID bracelet #2… this time in Green) Does the Green make me special?
(Insert phone call from Sarah)
Sabine: 8:24 pm I’m still waiting for a fucking room. Debating going home and calling an ambulance…
Sarah: 8:25 pm Not a bad idea. Sowwy.
Sabine: 8:31 pm In a temp room and an IV is on it’s way.
Sarah: 8:41 pm Yay?
Sabine: 8:45pm (Insert pic of the vitals machine that would not stop fucking BEEPING!!!)
Sarah: 8:55 pm I hate those.
Sabine: 9:01 pm What’s my blood pressure supposed to be?
Sarah: 9:04 pm Normal.
Sabine: 9:08 pm Fuckyou
Sarah; 9:09 pm I don’t know!
(Little did I know that the machine was beeping because depending on when my pain was spiking my heart rate was going from 54 bpm to 116 bpm and my blood pressure was 90/42 which also kept setting off alarms.)
Sabine: 9:14 pm Time for testing. Time for tube down my nose! Put me out of my misery? Ttyl.
Sarah: 9:15 pm Love You!
Sarah: 10:02 pm fucking ghost whisperer…
Sarah: 11:47 pm Doing ok?
Sabine: 11:49 pm Cat Scan and camera down the nose done. Ow. I want a nap.
Sarah: 11:52 pm Nose? Wtf? Isn’t that that the wrong end? Are you done with tests for now? Call if you need to talk.
Sabine: 11:55 pm. They were checking for stomach bleeding . Now waiting on doc and results.
Sarah: 11:57 pm Kk let me know. Did the tech say there was bleeding?
Sabine: 11:59 pm k. Just what came gushing out of my nose.
Sarah: 10:59 pm OW!
Sabine: 12:00 am Yeah.
(It was shortly after this that they finally got my pain pump working… I don’t remember much after that. Apparently though I got my phone taken away when Mother walked into the room and caught me trying to take a picture of the purple elephant hanging out in the corner of the room. I wanted to share the elephant with Sarah. Mother said Sarah wouldn’t understand… but I think Sarah already knows plenty about the purple elephant…)
Sarah: 9:01 am Update?
(Mother finally consents to letting me have my phone back…)
Sabine: 12:35 pm Well whatever it is it isn’t going to kill me. sending me home and to a gastro specialist on Monday, thinking that something burst, maybe. Muchtired.
Sarah: 12:37 pm Going home?
Sabine: 12:38 pm Yeah soon.
Sarah: 12:38 pm Good.

Today at the gastro, he informed me that after looking over my records he thinks its Diverticulitis… and has put me on treatment for such. He says if I have another episode then we will know he was wrong and we will try something else. Otherwise I have been informed I am not to worry.

So I’m not.

much.

Hey kids, I’m home for now.

We still don’t know what is really wrong, but they were able to rule out anything that could kill me. No cancer or internal bleeding. So that’s something. They are thinking that something burst somewhere. I see a new specialist on Monday and hopefully we can get started on a proper diagnosis. Unfortunately I have been told that my diagnosis will probably be a process of elimination and could take weeks.

But for now I’m taking a lot of drugs and sleeping a lot. My mom goes home today (Thank You, Fate).

Now if you will excuse me, my pillow is calling to me….

Sarah writing here.

Sabine is being admitted to the hospital until her doctors figure out what the hell she did to herself this time. At the moment, that’s all the information I have to give. She or her Mom are going to get me hospital room information eventually.

For those with password access to the post below, there’s a bit of a more detailed update there.

Those wanting more information can call me (if you have the number) or email me at hrldndva@gmail.com. Please don’t call her right now- she’s not feeling very good and is dealing with admission stuff.

Oh, FYI. Birthday is being rescheduled until November or so.

8:00 CST: Sabine is finally in a temporary room and getting her IV, which won’t stop beeping. She’s also gotten not one, but two spiffy plastic bracelets. It being 9 there, it isn’t likely that tests will actually get done tonight, so expect it to be tomorrow before you get a good update.

Sunday midday: She’s going home. Whatever it is, it isn’t going to kill her right now. More news to follow later.

A few weeks ago, in a conversation I had with a friend I was asked how I liked being single, without any hesitation I replied that I loved it. As hard as that is for some to believe – I really do. My friend went on to say that one of these days I would realize that I needed someone, and they were right this past weekend I realized I needed someone in more ways than just one.

Last week while packing for my trip(s), I realized I had lost one of my cameras. Last time I saw it was when I uploaded pics from Gothic. I looked everywhere that I thought was feasible for me to stash the damn thing but to no avail. I decided then and there that it would be nice to have someone who can remember all my illogical thoughts, like storing my camera on the counter of the guest bath (it took me 2.5 hours to find that damn thing.)

This weekend Sarah decided that whatever man I found must be able to work a chainsaw cause every couple needs to know how and I sure as hell never… ever need to touch a chainsaw.

And today, I discovered another reason. It would be nice if there was someone here to hold my hand and not get squeamish during particularly invasive doctor appointments. Cause going thru this alone is going to suck.

Cross your fingers and hope that I have enough good karma built up for this.

Hey Kids, LOOK! Wilma – Cat 5 and confirmed as the strongest Hurricane in recorded history… heading straight for Sabine.

Remember when we freaked cause Katrina dropped below the 900mb mark to a shocking 898mb? 884mb! Suck on that Katrina!

Looks like its time to start forming the “Sabine Evac Plan” cause there ain’t no way in hell I’m spending my birthday riding out this little fucker here. And if she manages to fuck up my Thanksgiving in Cozumel therefore forcing me to spend 6 days with my family… the wrath of Sabine will be big and wide. Big and Wide, ya’ll… Big and Wide.

Further clarification has been requested – So Sabine is actually going to discuss a relationship… with like names and actual details. Mark today on your calendars cause I think my old therapist would call this a “milestone”.

Greg and I have known each other for a bit over 2 years; we met at a training conference our company was having. (Yes we work together and while we were in Texas we lived almost 4 hours apart) When we met he was married, and contrary to popular belief I don’t wreck marriages. Needless to say we started out as friends and only that. After his divorce was final things progressed and we had a very casual relationship for about 14 months.

Disclaimer: If you are the type of person who hates sappy lovey dovey shit… you should stop reading now. If you love that kind of shit you are allowed to read the following story, and I will allow you to say “Aw. How sweeeeeet.” IN YOUR HEAD… but if you post it on my blog, I will kick your fucking ass – and if you live more than 100 miles away from me, I’ll hire someone to kick your fucking ass. That’s me working for you.

Thursday I arrived in my hotel room, and I opened the door to 2 things. a UPS package to which I thought “damn overly efficient assistant” and flowers. The card read “Just chalk this up to old habits. – Greg” (The old habit being that every time we traveled there was always flowers waiting for me in my/our room). I laughed, let it slide, and headed downstairs to give my presentation. We spent the day together working on training issues and I still suspected nothing of the evil plan he had been stewing on for months.

After the meetings were over I headed upstairs to change for happy hour/dinner. I also opened up that UPS package and discovered that it wasn’t from my admin it was from Greg it was a note and a CD that said “Then and Now” on the disc. I popped it into my laptop and saw that there were 2 songs on it. This and This. The first was our song for lack of a better term. It always seemed kind of fitting to our situation since our relationship was based solely on seeing each other on business trips. The note told me the second song he found oddly fitting to his current situation and how ironic it was to buy the new CD and find songs that mirrored his emotions after the last CD did the same only with different emotions. I called his room to bitch and he wasn’t there or wasn’t answering. I headed downstairs and he wasn’t down there as well. My employees made me do a shot… and then another one (Note to Self: fire someone for that stunt.) By the time Greg showed up we were all sitting down to dinner and I was well into my 2nd drink, and bitching him out for the CD just wasn’t that high on my priority list.

After Dinner, there was more company mandated drinking. They had set up a ballroom for us that had poker, blackjack, pool, and karaoke. Well all that and a bar… a free bar. I avoided Greg and did my damndest to mingle with people (have I mentioned how much I hate mingling?) This is when it all happened. I’m standing next to the blackjack table and behind me I hear a guitar start up… and it had the proper effect on me. Greg was up on stage with his guitar singing this. (Backstory: I love this song more than life itself. This is the song that caused the deep abiding lust for Chad Kroger that has been burning in my heart for over 3 years. This also happens to be the song that Greg sang, in much the same environment, which got him laid the first time around oh so many moons ago. And the same song I forced him to sing approximately 16563 times during all those moons)

Let’s just say the results were much the same this time around. What we lacked in a balcony overlooking a river we made up with a roof overlooking a theme park. (From here you can surmise that if there is a man I am attracted to, and he stands up in a crowd to sing to me AND can play the guitar… he will end up with more sex than he can handle. If he can play the piano while singing, we won’t even make it out of the room… and I won’t care who is watching.)

Friday is where our story starts to split into 2 very distinct versions. Greg thought we would pick things up where we left off, and I thought the previous night was a great way to pass the evening with small thoughts that it might be nice if things could work out how they were when we first started.

I will be the first to admit that when Greg and I started our relationship things were amazing. I had a great guy who I was traveling with multiple times a month for business that was making those trips much more enjoyable. We didn’t require a commitment from each other, we didn’t have to talk to each other every day, but most importantly we never had to deal with each others flaws/differences. When your entire relationship consists of hotels/suitcases/planes/business trips/vacations, you really can’t fuck it up. We ran into problems when we started to try to integrate the other into our real lives. He started saying things like “I love you, and it’s okay that you don’t feel the same yet… I can wait” and thinking that certain integral parts of my personality would change when the right man (i.e. HIM) came along. I, as I have tendency to do, panicked and bolted for the door.

Things got a little bit better, then a little bit worse, then we both were transferred out here, and things very quickly went to shit. We had never lived in the same city before and therefore had never had to setup the boundaries that normal couples setup early on. It was also about this time that we began to realize that we got on each others fucking nerves after about 4 days. This was something we never noticed since usually after 4 days of time together we were back in our respective homes – half a state away. We decided to end everything while we were still on speaking terms since we are basically partners now and we work hip to hip, and neither of us was willing to jeopardize our new jobs (i.e. salaries) over all this. After a few awkward weeks, things found a groove and we had once again been doing really well together. I took that and thought that life was good that we could still work and ignore the elephant in the corner that used to be our relationship… He on the other hand took the work relationship that had worked out so well to mean that we should give the personal side another try.

He was wrong.

Greg knows how to get me into a complacent state, and he thought that if he could get me into that state and then make some ludicrous, bold, and public statement of affection that I would go along with it.

He was wrong.

Terribly.

Horribly.

Wrong.

So now we are back to square one… except I swear that elephant in the corner has tripled in size.

So there you have it. Why I still have an Ex ver3.2.

I have it on very good authority that in the past 2 days she announced all of her changes to company policy that have kept her busy so much over the past few weeks. I also heard that surprisingly enough not too many heads exploded with the changes.

Sabine did learn a lesson though, she understands now despite the need to keep certain things underwraps she really does need to inform the managers of the changes ahead of time so they can change their training plans and not have to scramble so much at the last moment. Of course she found it highly amusing to watch everyone stumble over their words as they tried not to talk about the now “dead” programs…

Hey! If she told someone about the boyfriend and then told me about all the work fun, then someone else should call and find out what gossip they can find out. Maybe we can get the whole story then…

Chris

I guess it’s up to me to inform all of you that the rumor is Sabine may or may not have gotten back together with her ex. And when I say “back” I really mean “BACK”, or as Sabine would say “backback”.

And in typical Sabine fashion instead of facing the fact that she’s back in a relationship, she’s running off to Mississippi. She avoids well, doesn’t she?

Just thought everyone would like to know (and I seriously doubt she would admit it to the public)

Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hillltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We’ll all stay skinny ‘cause we just won’t eat
And we’ll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger’s gonna wind up there
Every playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair
And we’ll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and today’s who’s who
They’ll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody’s got a drug dealer on speed dial
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

There’s a new favorite song in town. It’s so fucking happy, even if you don’t do anything else for me today – you need to listen to this song. It’s not musical genius, but damn it’s been awhile since I found a new song I want to sing as loud as I can as many times as possible.

Sarah chooses the Monday Memes and apparently she has a bitchy meme in her pocket that she’s holding out on. Kinda sucks cause I could’ve used an excuse to be bitchy today, but I’m sure I can bitch about whatever she has to bitch about next Monday.

So there is a meme behind the cut… and maybe another kick-ass song or 2 for good measure.
(Read on …)

So there was a weebit of partying to be had this weekend. It was Gudrek’s birthday and the masses gathered…and drank.

There really should be no talking about the text messages that passed between Sarah and I… let’s just say there was a bit of trouble to be had and I needed a friend’s perspective in deciding what flavor of trouble I was being faced with. And for future reference it was that kind of “thorn in your side” trouble that you should try and steer clear of unless you like pain… which I do so hence the dilemma. Not that Sarah helped any, but greater minds did conquer, and I maneuvered clear…mostly. hmmm.

All in all a good party. I ended up with a bruise that not a damn one of you need to know where it came from… and I also came home with a now very ugly broken toe that if any of you know where it came from – can you please tell me?

Yes, my friends – Sabine once again managed to break a bone without full knowledge of what exactly happened. Honestly no clue. I can’t remember anyone stepping on it, and of all the things that were dropped during the night… not one of them fell on my foot. Oh well it’s a middle toe, I’m not really worried about it. I’ll make my joint doc take a look at it on Wed. when I head into see him.

I also noticed that every group has an Ian. They aren’t always named Ian, but he’s there and you can always count on him to: drink and do something really stupid (and probably painful) for a laugh… all of this he would prefer to do naked. So today make sure you give thanks to the little man that brings all sorts of entertainment to your drinking and debauchery cause no party is really a party unless you have someone stupid enough to electrocute themselves for your viewing pleasure….

drunk… and I broke a toe.

Dear Internet,

I’ve been informed that I should give some sort of update even if it’s something along the lines of “Leave me the fuck alone, can’t you see I’m busy?”. Sorry for ignoring you, Internet. It’s been a hectic past few weeks. I am back and desperately trying to get caught up with everything I missed, all while willing myself to not get sick as my sinuses so desperately want me to do.

Coming back to work actually felt good since everyone completely panicked when I had to leave on such short notice. Seeing how these were the same people who wanted me dead just a few short months ago, I must take that to mean I’m doing something right. Of course, today was 4th quarter employee reviews so there will be some of that “kill” mentality returning here shortly.

I’m going to be honest with you, Internet. I may not be around much in the coming weeks. I still love you deeply but it’s October and among other things that means year-end here at the office. If you come here from the forums then you have probably already seen that I will be on vacation from my moderator duties till the 24th. I’ll still be around the boards but I can’t keep up with the daily demands right now.

So this isn’t me saying goodbye, or that I’m going on hiatus, or any of that “woe is me” shit. It’s simply me asking you, deardear Internet, not to expect to terribly much from me right now. Because honestly I’d rather not update regularly over the other option of typing shit just to update.

But in other news remember oh so long ago when I had this “thing” for Chad Kroger (and by thing I actually mean “deep abiding lust”)? You thought it died, didn’t you? Nope, it may have gone a bit dormant for a bit but yesterday there was a new CD and while not nearly as good as the last – it still fairly rocked. Although apparently my Chad now has some sort of “thing” for oral sex… it makes for an interesting CD at least.

OH! And to whoever thought this was a great idea:

From: thatguy@…
To: sabine@…
Subject:”I truly apologize…”

Dear Woman of my dreams,

I humbly ask for your forgiveness for neglecting to be sensitive to your mood. I was not thinking clearly, and thought it would take care of itself.

So I’m dying here, hoping you don’t emasculate me. Please cut it off now, or I’ll do it myself.

Please help me through this. I’m only a man.

Love,
That guy

thanks. I got a great laughing/crying fit out of that on Friday, and I hadn’t had one of those since Sarah sat down in the street and cried. Speaking of – Sarah? How is that letter coming? Cause my version? It’s almost done…

Thanks for Understanding,
Sabine

P.S. To all the well wishers: Thank you. All the comments, emails, phone calls, and flowers were wonderful. It’s time like these when it’s so plain for the world to see just how wonderful my friends are. I don’t deserve any of you, but I’m ever so delighted that you continue to try and prove me wrong. Love.You.Mean.It.