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Confessions

What do you even begin to open back up to the interwebs when it’s literally been almost months since you’ve let them in? I guess the only fair thing to do is to lay it all on the line. Because I know you won’t judge…

I confess…

  • Last week my reader had almost 1000 unread blog posts…I “marked all as read”.  This doesn’t mean that I don’t love and miss you.
  • I’ve been reading the same book since December…everyone else seems to have loved it, and I just can’t get into it.  Regardless of this, I still have 4 other books sitting on my nightstand uncracked. This is so embarrassing.
  • Some days I want to be Taylor Swift. For serious. She’s so adorable and well dressed and smart and happy.
  • I follow Miley Cyrus on Twitter.
  • Two years ago, I thought I knew what I wanted in life. It’s amazing how life can change in such a small amount of time.
  • I am attracted to all the wrong men.
  • The happiest hour of my day is when I’m dancing.
  • I buy far too many dancing clothes.
  • I own a too many unworn shoes, clothing with tags attached, books unread…but I don’t own a vacuum. The idea of purchasing one makes me a bit ill.
  • I think I missed my calling as a ballroom dancer. I love the drama of it all.
  • I’ve been keeping super busy so that I don’t remember that I’m super lonley.
  • I will try my best to start to write more again, but I can’t make any promises!

Anything you want to tell me?

xo

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MMM v. 4: The week of Break-ups…by Jules

So many updates, so little time!

What a busy week.  Between this weeks IJL date, Coach, an old fling, and my next date- I haven’t had time to breathe.

IJL Jason

Not a match this week, unfortunately.  I don’t think it is too much to ask for 3 things in a man:

  1. Chemistry- A good fit between personalities
  2. Attraction- Someone who is nice to look at
  3. Resume- Necessary life requirements (no kids, education, good job, etc.)

Jason had maybe1 of these. I am your stereotypical “life of the party type,” Jason was shy and reserved putting it mildly (he couldn’t even look me in the eye for at least 45 minutes).  I am very career driven and independent, Jason only works to pay his bills; which he has very few of since he still lives with his parents at 31 years old.  He wasn’t bad looking but I am not particularly attracted to skinny men.  I need my man to weigh more than me and I’m a curvy lady.  Finally, after I thought I would be able to cut it short and leave-

Jason- “wow, I’m drunk”

Julie- “well you are hiding it well, you don’t seem that drunk”

Jason- “no, I’m really drunk. I don’t think I can drive”

Julie- “why don’t you try walking to the bathroom, getting the blood flowing may help.”

Jason- “no, I just need to stay here for a while and sober up.”

Julie- “ok, I will ask for some more water.”

Jason- ” I don’t think it’s going to help.  Only time will help so I guess we will have to stay for a while.”

And after all this, he made me pay for all my own stuff! Needless to say, I won’t be seeing IJL Jason again.

Coach

About a year ago I went out with a guy from high school.  He was always the most popular guy in school, a great athlete, and the guy all the girls wanted but no one could get.  Ironically enough, since high school, he’s no longer an athlete, lost most of his friends, and is now fat and bald at 28.  Since our outing, he is totally into me. He calls, texts and begs to see me.  I feel horrible for writing this but… I only keep him around for an ego boost.  It will never go anywhere and I’m completely uninterested.  But I love the attention he gives me. 

Monday evening Coach text me and told me he was just lying around.  I got excited thinking he wanted to get together, but then, he never asked!  At that point I had a epiphany-

I’m Coach’s bald, fat guy! 

This week I had to break it off.  I have too much to offer and too much self-respect to be treated like this….. So long Coach!

Parlez-vous Francais?

This week’s IJLdate is going to be a great experience even if we don’t hit it off.  I will be meeting Luc at The Grand Concourse for after-work drinks. Here are his details:

  • Age- 27
  • Appearance- Blonde hair, blue eyes, 5’11”, fit
  • Profession- Research and Development
  • Education- PhD!!!!
  • Background- Moved to Pitt from France 2 years ago
  • Interests- Soccer, travel, and outdoor activities

This restaurant is supposed to be really nice and I am looking forward to Luc’s cultured perspective on life.  At the very least, he should offer a unique conversation and great stories!  Maybe we will see if he brings new meaning to the phrase “French Kiss!”

Stayed tuned!!

I want…

to have a good excuse as to why I haven’t posted in forever, but I just don’t have one that’s good enough.

to write about Match Maker Monday, but I’m struggling to write and PG-13 version. Jules is crazy.

to give you a good TMI Thursday, but my mom stumbled across my blog and I can only imagine what she would have to say about it.

to tell you all about how I opened my heart to someone, only to have it crushed again, but I just can’t find the words. It hurts too much and I feel like it would disappoint the blogosphere as much as it’s disappointed me.

to take the time out of my day to read and respond to the 200+ posts in my reader, but I don’t have the time. *I’m reading as much as I can and I love all of you. I’m still around, just hibernating. I’ll be back before you know it.

Thank you all so much for your comments, gchats, texts, bbms and support. They mean more to me than you know.

xxxo

Daddy, I want a goose that lays golden eggs!

Just before Christmas, a good friend of mine called me with fantastic news: She had struck gold. Once upon a time, when she was born, someone purchased a bond in her name. As she matured, so did the bond. Now that it’s reached it’s full potential, she is getting $10,000! Just like that.

I was so excited for her when she called to tell me, but a part of me wished that I had a goose that laid golden eggs too!

This week another friend called me to tell me that perhaps my goose dreams had come true. Uncle Sam was going to give a tax free loan of $7500 to all first home buyers who purchased a new home after April! The catch was that you pay the loan back over the next 15 years in equal payments.

 Of course my first thought was that I could have a pair or two of shoes like Tiffany

Or go on a fab vacation

Then reality hit that I could ultimately pay off my credit cards and save a bit for the dismal sales year that is wrecking my world. (And perhaps one new pair of shoes.)

As soon as I got home, I googled the info just to check it all out and make sure the rumors were true.

Low and behold, there is a Federal Housing Tax Credit if you purchased a home AFTER  April 9, 2008.  I closed on April 3rd.

Seriously…8940 minutes…144 hour…6 short days…not even one full week, is going to stand between me and the elimination of my credit card debt (and a new pair of CLs)?

WARNING to Uncle Sam: Stand back. I may need to punch someone in the face!

I guess you could say I’m still looking for my goose (and fabulous shoes that are on sale*).

*A special thanks to K. Dukes who let me in on the net-a-porter promo!

TMI Thursday: What Not to Wear… Down There

For the past month or so, my dear friend Brookem has been letting us in on her dirty little secrets through installments called  TMI Thursday (an idea she found here). I figured since I’ve been a bit spotty on my postings and a little  a lot of a Debbie Downer lately, it’s high time that I take a moment to laugh at myself. Beware, this is not a pretty post. No rainbows or sunshine, but I bet you’ll get a good laugh at my expense.

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It wasn’t until my freshman year of college that I was open enough to talk freely about anything sexual with my friends.  So it only makes sense that no one had told me that a lot of women were grooming themselves to look like a pre-teen again.  And no, I’m not talking about french braids and pig tails…

When I started seeing my college sweetheart, I decided that I needed to go The Full Monty (because if all the other girls shopped at the Limited Too, so should I).   A girl friend of mine told me that she used this special gel that helped with the razor burn and irritation. I tried it and it worked like a dream.

One night I had plans to meet up with my man after dance team practice. He only lived 3 floors above me, so it was quite convenient. I ran home, jumped in the shower and shaved away, not forgetting to apply my wonder gel.  We started making out and things started to go to the next level.

Just as I started to enjoy myself, I looked at the poor boy and his face was green. He quickly shot out of bed and ran to the restroom.

I was puzzled. My mind was racing: could it be food poisoning? the stomach flu? I hope he doesn’t get me sick…I have 2 games and a test next week!

 When he came back, a bit pale in the face, I asked him if he was going to be ok? After chugging a glass of water, he calmly asked, “What is all over you?”.

Then I realized, my special gel

Take my advice, this is a great product to get rid of unwanted razor burn… or unwanted boy toys!

The Writing’s on the Wall

Hello friends…I’m so sorry that I’ve sucked as a blogger/ blogger friend as of late.

To be quite honest, I’ve just been a bit blah. Nothing is killing me, but very little is getting me too excited lately either. I try my best to keep my blog pretty positive. It helps me to try to keep a positive outlook on life. I feel like when I write when I’m down or upset, it makes the situation real.

I could tell you about work. About how the downfall of the economy has put most of my customers on a capital budget freeze. This means there will be no new killer shoes this season year… But that would be admitting that I’m not 100% fulfilled by my current job.

I could tell you about the boy.  About how Sizzle may have summed up my current romantic situation in her post about snow… but then I would be admitting that I’m not sure where things are going. PS- As much as I dislike the cold, I would love just one good snow this winter. It would be super fun.

I could tell you about all of the fabulous books on my nightstand. You know, the ones that have been collecting dust since before Thanksgiving! But I can’t…because that’s how long it’s been since I have finished a book.

I could tell you about all the fun things the Pop Tarts have been doing:Christmas parties, trips to Miami for New Years and loads of other fun things…but I haven’t seen them since August. And that would require me admitting that as much as I love my friends here,  I am seriously longing for a bit of Kentucky in my life.

I could tell you about my training for my next race. But that would require me admitting I haven’t been motivated to run since the half marathon.

Can you see why I haven’t been writing? This is getting embarrassing…

I used to always say that the easiest person to lie to in life is yourself. Perhaps by not writing how I’m feeling, I’m trying to hide the fact that my life isn’t always rainbows and sunshine. Who knows? But I guess you could say that now the writings on the wall, and all I can do is see what I’m going to do to change a few things…

I promise to get back to normal very soon! Thanks for sticking by me.

xxxo

Boom, Boom I’ma make ’em go KRAZY

I feel like I had the craziest 2 months ever…

From November through December I’ve traveled from the beaches of SC to the mountains of PA (and a few other places in between).

I’ve spent time with old friends and thankfully made a new. ( Although for the most part I’ve only written about the exciting parts, I’m still a bit apprehensive.)

I’ve lost business deals so large that they crushed my quarter, my heart and my wallet. I’ve also lost my keys, a black boot, my favorite bra and my mind.

I’ve ran farther than I imagined and shook it with the best. I’m finally official!

If this doesn’t prove me crazy enough, Cam has tagged me and asked me to give 7 things that people may not know about me…for the most part, I’m an open book, and I’ve told y’all a lot about me (and I think I’ve done something like this before), but I’ll see if there is anything good that I can drum up…

  1. Before I took my current job in April 2007, I didn’t own a computer. I went to the library almost daily to check my email and my space. Now I can’t imagine a day computer (or blackberry) free.
  2. I’m OBSESSED with Zumba. I know I’ve said that I like it before, but I’ve reached a new level of KRAZY. I’ve been known to take more than one class a day if I’m around, fly to other states for workshops and even drive 30 minutes for a one hour class with a teacher that I love. I started teaching with my favorite instructor! You can find us HERE! *Krazy is currently one of my favorite songs I use in class.
  3. I haven’t always had short hair, but I prefer it this way. I first cut it all off in 2001, grew it back out from 2003-2006 and cut it all back off again in November of 2006. long-hair1
  4. Once upon a time I was a beauty queen had a crown or two. My close friends called me their PricASS. When I decided I didn’t want to do it anymore, I cut off all my hair (for the first time) because I thought that you had to have loads of hair to hold a crown. I never wore big hair, or too many sequins, but I did stuff my bra, glue swim wear to my booty and own clear heels. If you ever repeat this to anyone, may you live the rest of your life in ugly, uncomfortable shoes that give your feel awful corns and calluses.
  5. NEVER have I EVER been snow skiing. I always wanted to be in ski club, but it conflicted with my dance schedule and my mom was always afraid that I would break my leg (causing me to not be able to dance in the costumes that had already been ordered for that year). Now that I live in the Carolina’s there aren’t too many places to go. I’m also so scared that I will be terrible, and also still fear that I may break my leg causing me not to be able to run or Zumba. Thanks Mom.
  6. My Soph dog, recently got hit by a car. She has been visiting with my parents since Thanksgiving and decided to run into the street in front of their house. Don’t worry. She’s my daughter and a bad ass little beast and managed to walk away unharmed. How that happened? I have no idea. But I bet you didn’t know that about me…err…I mean my dogger.
  7. I love my job, but there are so many days that I wish I could go back to school and do something else. I’m not sure what that is yet, but I guess I still have time to figure all of that out!

I’m supposed to tag 7 people…but I’m not much for rules. So you’re tagged if…

You have less than 7 letters in your first name.

If you had to count the number of letters in your first name. Ha. I see you! and I stole this idea from another blogger.

Have a 7 in your birthday. Day/ Month/ Year

or

Just feeling like telling the blogosphere how Krazy you are!

Do it. I double dog dare you!