Monthly Archives: April 2008

Bud Light

From the lips of David Ford:

“Bud Light is like making love in a canoe…
F***ing close to water.”
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*He opened for Sara Bareilles last night at Neighborhood Theatre. She was pretty much amazing. I can’t wait to see her again in July!

Resignation.

Dear Big Bill,

I am writing to request an extended vacation. I will need some time away from my lucrative account executive role (the one I waited 3 years to get and promised you that I would work harder and stronger than any of the other better qualified candidates) in order to pursue my life long dream of being a UFC/XFC bikini ring girl.

I will need a bit of time off for training, tanning, and some minor cosmetic surgery. If all goes according to plan, a delicious Big Sexy Cage Fighter (preferably one not taken) will sweep me off my feet and then I may never come back.

I have a feeling that this plan my have a few road blocks, so if you could hold my position open for perhaps a month or so in hopes of my return, that would be greatly appreciated.

Sincerely,
SJ

10 Things I Hate About You: Part 1

I started mildly dating the chef on New Years Eve. We met a a party and hit it off. I think it was mostly because we had mutual friends, and New Years Eve brings out the crushes in all of us. I never blogged about him, because frankly…there wasn’t much to say. We had very little in common, and after trying for a few weeks, I quit. Plain and simple.

Just when I think I had gotten rid of him…along comes the infamous late night text message…

TEXT from the Chef: “What’s the code”.

SJ t0 Chef: “Code? You must have text the wrong Sara.”

I laughed, rolled over and went to sleep.

The next week, on a random Thursday night at 2AM, the phone rings. IGNORE.

I’m curious now. What in does he want? Our non-relationship ended before it ever took flight. Why is he calling me? So I do what any other irrational 25 year old single girl would do…I text him.

SJ to Chef: “You called. Is everything alright?”

Chef: “Yes. I was just thinking of you.”

SJ: “Well, next time try to think of me at 2PM not 2AM.”

Why did I even respond? Well, I can answer that…I’m bored. I’m bored with being single. But I also know that despite my boredom, it’s a huge waste of time. I don’t like him, I don’t want to date him and I don’t even know that we have enough in common to be friends.

Why do I respond to things like this? And why did I agree to go to dinner with him?

I heart Sundays

I love this.

This is very weird. I always feel guilty if my dog is watching.

Some men pretty much “suck at life”.

Have you seen my rationale?

I think I lost it on my way to KY last week. If you find it, please return it to me. My soul is missing it.

I hate to admit it, but over the past week or so, I’ve made a few key decisions I’m not too proud of. They don’t seem too bad at the time, but looking back I have to think to myself “Seriously?”.

Today I was visiting with SAS at her salon on her break. When I was leaving, I was walking to my car and noticed a white truck blocking my way. I went to approach the driver to let them know that they would need to move their car…then I notice the driver is not in his car…HE’S IN MINE!! AHHHHH! There was a strange man sitting in my car!

Do I call the cops?

Do I go inside the salon and get someone?

Do I scream fire?

NO. Due to my lost rationale, I go up to my car and start yelling at the man.

SJ: WTF are you thinking? You’re in my car. WHAT ARE YOU DOING in MY CAR???

Creepy White Truck Man: I thought it was my brothers car and brother is a crack head who just broke into his house.

SJ: REALLY? Well then why are you holding the cast to my GPS?

I know I don’t always come off like a brainiac, but I’m pretty sure that he may be a crack head like his brother. I then proceed to push him and try to get him to wait for the cops. He got around me, jumped into his old white truck and drove away. I tried to go and catch his plates, but the little devil had already taken them off his car!

WHAT WAS I THINKING???

So, if you find my rationale on the side of I-77, please send it my way. I’d kill for it back. My sanity needs it.

*I’m very lucky that I am alright. Nothing was taken out of my car. I just feel like someone took a slice of my comfort and security. If this ever happens to you, which I hope it never does, call the cops, a friend or let them take your belongings. Just stay away.

The Price We Pay

TO: Jules

From: SJ

Subject: $1 Million

I can’t stop thinking about him. I will give you a million dollars if you can make me stop.
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Please excuse this brief message. It was sent from my BB.

TO: SJ

FROM: Jules

RE: $1 Million

How’s your BSBB? You haven’t talked about him in a while…I hear he’s dating some blonde doctor.
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Please excuse this brief message. It was sent from my BB.

TO: Jules

FROM: SJ

RE: $1 Million

Really? I wouldn’t know. Where did you here that. I think my heart just dropped-and I thought it was at an all time low.
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Please excuse this brief message. It was sent from my BB.

TO: SJ

FROM: Jules

RE: $1 Million

Haha… but it made you stop thinking about the him!!!! You owe me one million! I will take it in installments.
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Please excuse this brief message. It was sent from my BB.

The Older Crowd

“We’re grown-ups. When did that happen…and how do we make it stop?”

~Dr. Meredith Grey

There are days that I feel like all of the younger people I know, like the ones I used to babysit or my siblings are growing up before my eyes while I stay intact. Frozen as a twenty something. I am gaining wisdom and grace, but not aging.

That was until today, when I got a call from one of my little brothers friends. She’s applying for a position at my old company and wanted some advice. I was so happy to hear from her, I almost forgot that her graduating college meant that I was old…that was until this conversation.

SJ: I wish you would have called earlier. I was in town all weekend.

Young friend: I know. I would have loved to see you, what did you do?

SJ: We had dinner and then went to this new bar, actually we ended up there both nights. It was a good time. I saw tons of my friends.

YF: Yeah…I’ve been there to dance. It’s a good time, but sort of an older crowd…
SJ: I didn’t feel part of the “older” crowd until right now. Ugh.

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Since when am I, a big sexy twenty something, part of the “Older Crowd”. I thought that this place was pretty chic. And it wasn’t swarming with fake IDs. I should have known it was made for the old folks.

It’s official. I’m a grown up. Can anyone make it stop?? Please?

Better to bet on the Booze

A girls guide to hitting the track:
Welcome to Keeneland, home of beautiful horses and fast women. If you’ve never been to a race, watch out. You’re in for the time of your life! After years of experience, this is the best advice I can give, but nothing you can do can truly prepare you for a weekend at the race.

1. Bet on the Booze.
Perhaps the most important rule of thumb. You’ll always come in first, and it pays off much better than any horse.

The smart little pop tarts prefer Double GG and Water.

*A clear drink is much easier to get out of a white dress than cranberry. Ask Tiff.

2.Always Pack a Spare.

Dress that is. If you don’t put your money on the booze, put it on the dress (or 2), you never know when your friends will drag you there two days in a row! And you never know what ex boys are lurking in the paddock.
PS-Don’t let your man leave the house without a coat and tie. No matter how cute you look, you’ll never be able to get him into the club house without one.
3. Book Your Hotel in Advance.
Every hotel in town will be booked. Unless you’re a Grazt Park VIP, you’ll never be able to get a room. Although it’s a bit pricey, I hear they have great complimentary bottled water in every room!
4. Tailgate Early
A tailgate breakfast means don’t show up at lunch. They may leave you eating your breakfast casserole in the car.

5. Be prepared for the hangover of a lifetime.
It will suck. But mark my words, the more mimosas you drink, the better you’ll feel.

6. Always Roll with a Local Celeb or Two.
They can always get their hands on club house tickets, and know just who to call for dinner reservations in a pinch.

Not to mention that they may roll up to dinner in an orange convertible that makes you want to say “SWEET“.

7. A little concealer goes a long way.

After a long day at the track, dinner, and dancing the night away you may need to cover the circles under your eyes, or the hickey on your neck that BS left during your make out session.
*I’m not going to call any one out, because if you’re reading-you know who you are, but a little bird told me that green concealer counter acts bruising and works wonders.

8. Ladies, hold on to your husbands and handbags.
Keeneland brings out not only beautiful horses, but beautiful women with designer handbags as well.
What sounds like an innocent outing with his friends, can turn into T-R-O-U-B-L-E. And you can’t be mad at the deliciously single 20 somethings for looking so good…it’s not our fault they can’t control themselves when sundresses come out of the closet.
As far as handbags go, just don’t let it leave your arm. There are only so many good bags to choose from, you never know when a mix up can occur!

9. PACE yourself.
The horses need to do it, and so do you! They’ll never finish the race if there too fast out of the gate, and you’ll never make it though dinner and to where the real fun begins if you don’t.

10. Screw the RULES!
Take the rules, toss them out the window, grab your big sexy ladies and go to the track.

Some days it’s more fun to learn from your own mistakes!

The Desire of Lust

The desire of love is to give. The desire of lust is to get.
– Ed Cole
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She was single. (Isn’t she always?)

He was taken. (Of course.)

She was classic.

He was rough around the edges.

She couldn’t stand his arrogance, but the few times she saw his baby blues she couldn’t help but smile.

He couldn’t get over her attitude, but was intrigued by her confidence.

Aside from their attraction to each other they had very little in common…

He wasn’t her type.

She wasn’t his typical.

His mystery left her wanting to know more.

Her grace left him speechless.

She moved away. He was barely a memory.

He didn’t even know she was gone.

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She had been there for hours.

He had only arrived.

Her friends were ready to go.

His friends were ready for more.

Their eyes locked. It was lust at first sight. Few words were spoken.

He asked, “Where did you go off to?”

She replied, “Away.”

She asked, “Aren’t you engaged?” *

He replied, “No.”

He said, “You’re beautiful. I’ve always thought so.”

She said, “Let’s leave.”

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She’s still single.

He’s still taken.

She’s still gone.

He’s still there.

She wonders if he’s wondering.

He’d be a fool to not.

Only time will tell…

Well, time and the walls of the GPI!

*Disclaimer: Sources very close to the girl say that this question was asked many times throughout the night. Sources very close to the boy say that the girl didn’t ask the right question, which would have been more along the lines of “Do you have a girlfriend?” NOT “Are you engaged?”

I know you’ve been missing me…

I have too! I have been so super busy with work and life. Don’t worry, I had a pretty amazing weekend, leaving me with loads of stuff to say…but just like me, it’s a work in progress!

XXXX,
SJ