Confession #1

I called in sick to work today...... but I wasn't really all that sick, except of work.

End of Summer Blues

I have had a very relaxing weekend full of doing nothing in particular. I enjoyed hanging out at the pool all day yesterday, which was great since it was about 100 degrees. And today I have done nothing again. I feel like I should probably do something, but since I can't really think of what that should be I've just been enjoying the weather.

I think savoring the last days of summer is a worthy excuse for doing nothing. So to help everyone else out here is a mix from my DJ friends, the texturedjs. Grab a cold beverage, head out to your porch/balcony/or somewhere outside, maybe even grab an attractive person to join you in some smoochin' and enjoy the summer!

p.s. if that link doesn't work, just go to their blog from my list.

Pure Yoga

I don't want to sound like I am rubbing my exercise in the last few days in any one's face, but last night I went to a yoga class with my friend, Anne, and it was wonderful. I rarely exercise, so as my friend pointed out "any type of exercise that incorporates laying on the floor for a bit, is cool with me." I did how ever break a sweat and felt very "worked out" afterwards. I also felt like an inflexible goober a bit in the class with all the yoga divas, but I tried not to think about that and to get think more about reaching my "happy place" or whatever you are supposed to think about while you are bent in weird positions and your muscles are twitching.

Also, not to sound like a completely shallow retard, but I have been to a yoga class before and I didn't feel as compelled to continue my yoga experience because the place didn't really give me the right vibe. It was a class set in a warehouse type building and felt more industrial and cold then warm and zen like. But the class Anne took me to last night was much more of what (I'm about to say something stupid) I pictured a yoga place to look like, based on my knowledge of yoga through movies and TV shows. There was a statue of a Buddha type elephant thingy, lots of plants, gauzy curtains and candles. So being apparently very superficial, I plan on going there again and trying to become better at my warrior pose.

Ok, completely off the subject. This morning I was walking to work and about to cross an intersection, when I noticed a crazy woman talking or rather arguing to herself. For some reason this particular intersection beings out weird things because about a month ago I was walking home and walked past a shoe at the same intersection. The weird part about the shoe was that it was a black leather high heeled Manolo Blanik pump which appeared to have just been walked out of. When I passed the shoe I tried to look around to see if I could find the one shoes person who apparently hadn't noticed they were missing a shoe... and not just a shoe but a Manolo! Anyways, back to this morning. So I'm watching the woman who is very upset with her imaginary friend and keeping my eye on her as I pass her on the street, since I was a little worried she might mistake me for her friend. As I reach the opposite curb there is a middle aged man wearing khakis and a blue polo who must have caught his toe or something on the sidewalk because all of a sudden he yells "FFFFFUUU******!" It was super load and after the initial shock of hearing someone drop the F Bomb at 8:00 am extremely loud, really funny. The best part was the lady who was walking in between myself and Mr. F started laughing.

Boys and Ice Cream

I went hiking with my friend, Hillary, over the weekend in Harpers Ferry. Which, I have to say made me feel good that we were exercising. As we were walking and getting our exercise we chatted about boys, like girls tend to do. We were mainly discussing our frustration over others’ perception of our situation as single women currently not dating anyone, mostly since our other friend referred to us as desperate.

Hillary and I both decided that they were nuts, because we are both far from desperate. I’m perfectly fine with my life and doing my own thing and not dating anyone…. It would be nice, but I don’t NEED it. Which leads me to my new theory on boys, it is really an old theory but with a new analogy.

Boys are like ice cream cones…. I like ice cream, I think ice cream cones are great, I usually enjoy any ice cream cone I have, but I don’t NEED them. I can survive just fine without ever having another ice cream cone again, maybe I wouldn’t have the fun that eating ice cream brings me, but I would be fine. Also, ice cream cones aren’t really good for you (at least not if you are watching your figure), but they sure are tasty!

So to sum up, I enjoy ice cream and I enjoy boys. I probably won’t stop eating ice cream cones anytime soon, just like I probably won’t stop dating boys (especially the “tasty” ones) anytime soon. I know that some boys are just tasty treats that I might regret shortly after being with one, but it doesn’t mean that I probably wouldn’t enjoy a snack. So I’m probably not going to stop sampling the flavors! That doesn’t mean that I don’t have my favorites, the flavor I go to that will always make me happy (for me it is Chocolate Chip Mint). And for boys, I hope that one day I have that one guy “my favorite.” But for the mean time, I’m still looking and now I’m really hungry for an ice cream cone.

Vacation!

Just in case anyone actually missed me, I've been on vacation in Salvo, North Carolina in the Outer Banks. I had a very nice relaxing week at the beach and laying out. I wish I could move to the beach.... only problem was the discovery of sand in many uncomfortable places, such as the inside of my ears. The price of fun in the sun!

Sawatdee Kaa Kitty!

I'm still trying to decide whether or not to continue with my posts with the news articles I find amusing. But when I saw this one today, I couldn't help myself.


Thai police plan to shame renegade officers by making them wear pink "Hello Kitty" armbands. "

(Hello) Kitty is a cute icon for young girls. It's not something macho police officers want covering their biceps," Col. Pongpat Chayaphan tells the Associated Press. He says anyone who litters, arrives late or parks illegally will be subject to the unorthodox punishment.

"Simple warnings no longer work. This new twist is expected to make them feel guilt and shame and prevent them from repeating the offense, no matter how minor," Pongpat says.

If the "Hello Kitty" treatment doesn't work, the Bangkok Recorder says repeat offenders will go before a special panel that can impose additional punishments.

I can only imagine what additional punishments an officer can look forward to after the dreaded "Hello Kitty Armband Punishment." Possibly wearing a t-shirt that reads, "I [heart] David Hasselhoff!"

Grade School Mentality

Recently, in the last few weeks, I've come to the conclusion that boys in general are sort of stupid. I don't mean any offense to the male population, so I'm sorry if my theory is completely unfounded. But seriously, what does a girl have to do to get what she wants?

I like boys, despite my previous statement. I even hope to some day find a boy and get married and maybe even have a family with that boy. But the last few weeks have really not helped the male cause, assuming that the male cause is to at some point find girls that want to be with them. My friend met a boy a few months ago in another state, despite the distance and possible complications from this boy's baggage, she decided to go out with him and they had a good time. Fast forward a month or so and this boy decides to come to town to visit my friend, things go well and all seems fairly good. Now the boy is back home, which apparently my friend is not sad about because in the course of a few months and only two "actual dates" (since visiting from out of town is sort of more than just a date) this boy has moved my friend from the "Nice girl to spend time with and possible girlfriend" category to the "I need to tell girl all my problems and life story Wife" category.

Don't get me wrong this boy is very nice and could have had more potential with my friend, but by freaking her out with too-much, too-soon he basically shot himself in the foot.

Now take my situation, an old "boyfriend" (and I'm using quotes here since we dated for six months but I never found out whether or not we were exclusive) of mine emails me out of the blue after I hadn't heard from him in over two years. He acts as though he is actually checking up on me and wrote his email as though he were trying to reconcile things between us, maybe not for future dates but possibly because he actually cared about me. I was touched by his apparent sincere in his email and wrote him back. We exchanged emails back and forth for a week or so, then he writes to me that he had a call from a high up guy at my work and how it was weird that we were emailing each other. I thought maybe it was just a coincidence, but then I thought maybe it isn't. Maybe he had applied for a job at my work and thought if I found out I would bad mouth him or something. I was a little disappointed, since I felt like if he knew me at all he would have known that I am not the type of person to sabotage another person's career over personal problems, especially over silly dating things.

So I decided to email this guy back, but to not address the work thing and just talk about the other things he had mentioned in his email. That was about two or three weeks ago and I haven't heard from him since.

I only mention this because it sort of annoys me that guys don't feel like they can be honest with us girls. I know there are a lot of crazy needy weird girls out there, so I sort of get trying to protect yourself. But seriously, if you are trying to get an ex or whatever to help you out with a job or something, just say that! Don't act as if you actually felt sorry about how things ended and say silly things about carrying things I have given you around everyday. That is just mean.

And for the boy I made out with the other week, why can't a girl just make out with a cute boy and possibly have the potential for a repeat in the future without the boy thinking you want more?