Thursday, May 31, 2007
- Pita & hummus. Yummus.
- My Hello Kitty boom box
- Well, kisses too for that matter
- Sparkling Peach lotion at B&B Works where I have shopped more there since moving to Wichita than I did my freshman year of high school when the apple lotion was, like, the greatest thing ever
- The Office
- Arrested Development (now found in syndication or quoted incessantly by my friend Dan)
- Veronica Mars
- Grolsch beer
- Clinique bonus time!
- Watermelon Jolly Ranchers
- Reunited: The Real World Las Vegas (you can read about it and find exclusive clips at MTV Reality World - shameless plug)
- Jill's weekend birthday extraveganza
- Volunteering. All the cool kids do it.
- 316 Public Relations (coming soon....)
- Bug & Boo baby products (more coming soon there too....)
- Cold apartments with warm blankets
- Chocolate chip cookies
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
A big hug and congratulations all around from ACGIK to my dear friend, Aaron, and his now-fiancee, Beth. Aaron proposed during a weekend getaway in Napa and he gave her what is seriously the most beautiful ring ever. Pop open the Veuve Clicquot! Cheers!!
Because I totally dig the people - the other bloggers, the lurkers, the regulars. It's pretty fantastic, really.
I mean, without blogging, I wouldn't know that both Laura and Jennifer are totally preggers. And Janet is moving to Davis, which is pretty much my old stomping ground. And Aaron is a star photographer these days. And Heidi and Rachael are two of the coolest moms around. And The D gets amazing packages in the mail and never fails to make me giggle. And now I have a new bloggie friend, Erin, who is only, like a few hours away in Kansas City (which is waaaay cooler than Wichita, y'all. They have an Anthropologie and J. Crew).
Kind of like I tell everyone that I'm bringing the world together, one Pug at a time (sad, but true), perhaps the blogosphere is doing the same thing.
And I found The Ex on there. You know... the one I moved to Kansas for? I haven't heard from/talked to him since last May when we "graduated" from school. At that point, we had already been broken up for over a year.
And he is now MARRIED.
Truthfully, I couldn't be happier for the guy. But it's still kind of like a swift kick to the nuts (if I had nuts) for some reason. Yep, definitely took me a few seconds to remember that I'm supposed to breathe.
Monday, May 28, 2007
I'm bored. I've been bored for approximately 30 hours. Since the best friend moved away and then became the ex-best friend, I've had a bit more time on my hands than I used to. Don't get me wrong - I like my alone time. I embrace it. But this is a lot of alone time and I'm Just. Plain. Bored.
Boredom can drive you to do crazy things.
Exhibit A: I watched Lindsay Lohan's craptacular flop Just My Luck. And liked it.
Exhibit B: I cleaned my entire 1100 square foot apartment - top to bottom. I mopped. And dusted. Not just, like, picked up my shoes and organized the magazines on my coffee table.
Exhibit C: I finally picked up and started to read the new Conde Nast business magazine, Portfolio. It was kind of like the Vanity Fair of business mags - sorta meaty and fluffy all at once. Much more interesting than Forbes (of which I also have a subscription - odd, but true) and much less interesting than Us Weekly.
Exhibit D: I walked the Pug. And not just so that she could do a doodie. We actually went out into neighborhoods so she could doodie there. Don't worry - I brought a baggie.
Exhibit E: I made chocolate chip cookies. And ate a lot of batter.
On the plus side, I had another date with The Crush on Saturday. It was lovely.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Friday, May 25, 2007
Why exactly I have accumulated mini condiments, I don't know. And why I keep them in my cubicle, I have no idea. I'm rather organized and non-pack rat like at home, but at work, I tend to keep everything. Hence the mini condiments.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
On Monday, I discovered that the City of Wichita actually posts a list of all pets they've picked up on the previous day. So I've bookmarked this page and I check it every day. Yesterday, they picked up EIGHTEEN dogs and EIGHT cats. And how many of them do you think will live past the three days?
So this is just a shameless plea to check out the animal shelter in your city. If you're thinking of getting a pet, look there first.
And this concludes today's ACGIK public service announcement.
There are just so many... rules. None of which make a lot of sense to me and basically I just get confused and start to panic.
Do you call? Do you not call? How long are you supposed to wait before you can call? How forward is too forward and how aloof is too aloof? I think I end up confusing guys by being super aloof with some awkward forwardness thrown in for good measure. This does not make for an easy start to anything.
And then there's the overanalyzing. And who doesn't overanalyze at the early stage of something romantic-like? The mental playback of the last time you hung out together, analyzing frame by frame, word by word. "Did he really mean (fill in the blank)?"
And if we go several days without talking, I write it off. Decide that I must have scared him away with the Pug talk or the reality tv watching or the affinity for shopping at Target for hours at a time.
But if he calls, my faith in the situation is instantly restored and I'm glowing and excited and giggly.
The worst part of it all is that the more you date, the more cautious you become. And neurotic. And it becomes much easier to write someone off quickly because let's face it, you're not doing this for grins anymore. You're not up for a temporary fling. It's not high school where you just want to hang out with a cute boy and hold hands on the way to honors english. You're looking for The Guy. The grand finale. The one that you will hopefully wake up next to thirty years down the road.
I suppose the only way to get through dating is to have faith. Have faith that The Guy (or Girl) is out there somewhere. And with each failed relationship, you're one step closer to finally meeting them and putting all of this nonsense behind you. Must be patient. Must have faith. Must try to not overanalyze too much.
Most importantly, remember that you make friggin' good company. And hanging out with yourself is certainly not a bad deal. So make yourself a nice dinner and pop open a good bottle of wine and watch a silly movie and just be happy that you are who you are. And when He joins you someday, you'll be ready.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
But I am really excited about this trip. Why, you ask? Because King of Prussia is home to the nation's second largest shopping mall (ironically, the trip was initially going to be to Minneapolis - Mall of America, anyone?).
I've already made a list of the stores that I must visit, since Wichita is seriously lacking in the retail department:
Crate and Barrel
Sephora (must get eye pencil for Jill. I had a freakin' dream about this eye pencil)
This mall is so giant that there are TWO Starbucks.
I will be in training all day long, but oh how glorious the evenings will be! I never check my luggage anymore, but I am bringing a second suitcase for this trip. I can't wait!
Other good things about my visit to King of Prussia - my high school BFF, Kerry, is only an hour away in New Jersey and we're hoping to get together. Also, my favorite co-worker, Linda B., is going too. And she is ridiculously fun, so I know it will be amazing
Monday, May 21, 2007
Today's list of good things is brought to you by the letter C. For Cheetos.
- Banana milkshakes
- Cashmere sweaters from Gap for $8.97 each!
- The way Lola sits like she's a person
- Lipstick Jungle by Candace Bushnell (read it this past week - it's GOOD)
- MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND!! Holla!
- Google chat
- This really cute house that I want to buy
- Argyle socks
- Friends that you can cook for and enjoy a bottle of wine with - no drama, no pettiness, just good conversation and good company
- My mom. She rocks.
- Gold stars. My boss actually gives them to me because I told him they would be motivating.
- Late spring evenings with a perfect breeze (ok, so full on wind if you're not from Kansas) and not too many nasty bugs
- Caprese salad
- Bamboo Pink lipstick from Clinique - the first lipstick that actually looks good on my giant lips
- My three sisters. I could not ask for better siblings.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Like for awhile, I researched becoming a foster parent because, hey, I have a second bathroom and bedroom and I'm good with kids and I want to make a difference and help people and... I could go on.
Then I was going to adopt a child from Africa. And I am always thinking of new charities to start. And I donate my plasma now for the Red Cross (for free! Remember when I did it for cash when I was unemployed?) because I am apparently a universal donor and they really need help.
And then I think I should write a book. Or at least pitch some freelance ideas to the local paper. Or blog more. Make more money doing it.
And I want to travel more. And maybe adopt more Pugs. And maybe actually meet The Guy somewhere in there.
And somehow with all of these great ideas about how I'm going to save the world and do things that I love, I end up sitting in my office in my underwear blogging about it instead of doing it.
So I was thinking that I would seriously start on one of them - the book idea. And I was thinking I'd publish the first chapter on here. Sort of a sneak preview to see if you all actually like it and if I have potential. Whaddaya think?
Also, I think I forgot to put deoderant on today. Yum.
In doing a lil' work for my other job (basically reading entertainment blogs for anything interesting or remotely MTV related), I made an amazing discovery, courtesy of Reality Blurred: Paradise Hotel is coming back to TV.
Perhaps you missed this trashy piece of reality TV, circa 2003. I, however, did not. I faithfully watched every episode, praying that Dave & Charla would continue to outsmart everyone else. One of the most appalling things learned about myself during this show is that I have a sick memory for reality TV stars. Toni Ferrari, one of the most ridiculous people to ever be on TV, was not only on Paradise Hotel, but Love Cruise. Yes, Love Cruise. Why/how this is burned into my brain, I don't know...
The new season isn't set to air until January 2008, but you know I'll be sitting eagerly in front of the TV, toasting it's return with some sort of tropical cocktail.
Saturday, May 19, 2007
I just couldn't stop myself... It was fantastic. I followed it up with a three hour nap. This is the Best. Day. Ever.
Friday, May 18, 2007
Anyway, I'm back and still a bit exhausted and looking forward to vegging this weekend. I'm playing Bunco tonight with my DG alumnae friends and Lola and I have a pug event to attend tomorrow and then I forsee lots of naps. Lots and lots of naps.
Monday, May 14, 2007
Anyway, I'm on the train and THIS walked in.
And then he took out a brush and proceeded to brush his mullett. I almost died from holding in my giggles. Then he pulled out a cell phone circa 1996 and called someone and loudly asked if they'd gotten their test results back (this was later revealed to be diabetes testing, much less lurid than what I'd been entertaining). And then he giggled about how he wasn't going to get into specifics because he was on the train, but remember when friend on the other end of the line got that thing stuck once? And then loud and hysterical laughing.
Hopefully my Blackberry photo does him justice. He truly was the highlight of my travels.
Ok, the hotel - I'm sharing a three bedroom suite with two other co-workers on the 45th floor. We have concierge lounge access - free water, soda, snacks, etc. all day long. Plus, our suite is sooo fancy. I'll take pics tomorrow (too sleepy tonight).
I went to dinner with a large group of co-workers. One of my absolute favorites decided that he was going to tell the waiter that it was my birthday. I had ice cream and blew out a candle and got to wear a glow necklace. It was amazing. And everyone kept wishing me a happy birthday, to which I alternated between saying "Thanks" and telling the truth.
Anyway, I thought that Crazy Train Man might start your Tuesday on a delightfully nutty note.
Friday, May 11, 2007
Second, I don't think it's going to work out with the guy. Sinking feeling there. But... oh well. It wasn't far enough along for there to be hurt feelings. The ex-friend sent another email, clearly feeling like she needed to have the last word. I will not dignify it with a response. This time, she was aiming below the belt and I'm not going to participate in that kind of thing. And for those of you who remember from the first incarnation of ACGIK, her name is Carly and she used to be my best friend. C'est la vie, right?
Third, my mom is coming this weekend!!!! I can't wait! It's the second year in a row that she's come to Kansas for Mother's Day. It's entirely coincidental, but fabulous nonetheless. I'm taking her out for pedicures tomorrow morning and making her a faaaaancy dinner on Sunday night. And there will definitely be some time spent at TJ Maxx. Basically - a fantastic weekend of mother/daughter bonding.
Fourth, I'll be in Atlanta all next week for a conference. I'm kinda looking forward to getting away. And not standing outside in the rain praying that Lola will hurry up and pee already (she'll be boarded for the week). And everyone from my department will be there, including those that work across the globe. It's just fun. Long days, but still fun. I'm giving a presentation on a project that I've been managing. I present an hour or so after lunch, so I'm trying to make it at least mildly entertaining. I made my co-worker and pal, Linda, participate in a photoshoot (she was the photographer) so I could at least inject a lil' pizazz into the thing.
Here's a sneak peak:
That's me - up to my neck in paperwork. Sadly, I am entirely too amused by this. Hopefully everyone else will be too. There are a few others to follow, but this is my personal favorite.
Ok, guys. I'm signing off. We'll dish later.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
I received an email from the aforementioned friend and it became abundantly clear that the friendship could not be saved. So I wrote back with what I think (and hope) was an honest, well thought out reply. I didn't want to be hurtful - just truthful.
I don't expect that the friend will reply. And regarding the guy... Well, if something happens there, something happens. And if not, well, then it doesn't. And if the issue with the friend gets in the way, well, then it gets in the way.
So that is where I'm at. Hopefully my thoughts can be mine again and no longer hijacked by this situation. And my dreams too. Because those have been super bizarre lately.
Ok, deep breaths. Weight has been lifted. Time to get on with life and start writing posts that aren't so depressing.
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
I am just catching up on last night's Tivo'd episode of Law & Order SVU and Christopher Meloni (the dashing Detective Elliot Stabler) is naked. Well, as naked as you can be on prime time TV. I saw the side of a butt. And abs. Lots of abs.
I think I'm going to pass out now.
And let's say that you know for a fact that she's been discussing the matter with the aforementioned guy. And you suspect that she hasn't exactly been... kind. And let's say that you have maybe avoided discussing the situation with him because you really think your issues with her should be kept separate and you also don't want to go into a ranting bitch session over the whole thing. They have been friends far longer than you have known him (like... a month) so clearly there are some loyalties there and you don't really want to put him in an even more awkward position.
The downside to this "being the bigger person" theory seems to be the fact that his perspective of you might not be entirely accurate if he's being fed all sorts of subjective tidbits from her. And yet, you hold your ground and remain mum on the subject because you really, really don't see the point in complicating this situation even further.
So this, um, hypothetical situation might be getting to you and sort of hijacking your mind during the day as your curiosity runs overtime and you (of course) over-analyze every single piece of this mess.
The guy seems to not be letting her change his opinion of you, but you can't help but think that some of her negativity might eventually rub off the more that they talk. Ultimately, their friendship makes you incredibly uneasy and you're kind of thinking that you might just want to cut your losses and run. But then, are you letting your own insecurities get in the way of what could really be a good thing? Or are you so soured by the break-up of your friendship and it's rippling effect on everything around you that you'd almost welcome a fresh start with no drama attached?
So, yeah... Hypothetically speaking, the girl in this hypothetical situation could really use some hypothetical advice. Please!
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
I have a general rule not to visit MySpace too often because it's just really weird to see pictures of my former elementary school classmates and their husbands/children. And... MySpace just kind of exhausts me.
But I happened to stumble across the MySpace page and blog of Jenna Fischer (aka Pam Beesley on The Office - the greatest show EVER... well, next to Veronica Mars). Anyway, should you be as obviously bored as I am, you can check it out HERE.
If I can't entice you with hot men, I've got nothin' left.
Update: Variety just posted an interview with Veronica Mars creator Rob Thomas. It looks like there may still be a glimmer of hope for our favorite teenage gumshoe:
It may take a certain amount of time travel, but "Veronica Mars" could be back on the CW schedule for 2007-08, despite ongoing conventional wisdom suggesting otherwise.
"We're very much on the bubble," showrunner Rob Thomas said. "I will say that the reports of our demise have been exaggerated. We are very much in the hunt for a shot next year.
"I think I've read in every paper across the country -- USA Today declared us dead, the L.A. Times declared us dead. I don't think we're dead; I kind of like our chances."
Monday, May 7, 2007
- Naps on rainy days
- Naps, period
- Pug people
- Armstrong & Getty Podcasts
- Season 2 of Weeds on my iPod
- My really cute Hype handbag
- My really cute Hype wallet
- Getting paid!
- Dirty martinis
- The Sopranos!
- Entourage! (Best line ever this season - Johnny Drama - "It's Yom Kippur? No wonder there wasn't any traffic.")
- Using the Gazelle three times last week, bringing it's CPW (cost per workout) down to $35.
- Crushes and new possibilities
- New friends and an invite to play Bunco
- My white Blackberry Pearl. I want to marry it.
- Lisa Loeb's new single - "Fools Like Me"
- Linda B.'s margaritas. Deadly and delicious.
- Aveda Shampure
- Cars that get good gas mileage
- Strawberry Shortcake
- Rainbow sherbet
Sunday, May 6, 2007
Historically, tornados tend to pass right by Wichita (aside from the deadly tornado that went through Andover, a Wichita suburb, in 1991). And I like to remind myself of that as much as possible. Of course, whenever tornados in Kansas are on the news, my dad calls me to make sure I'm ok, which is really pretty cute.
A tornado completely distroyed the town of Greensburg, Kansas on Friday, killing eight and injuring dozens more. It's a small town of 1,400, but they are all homeless now. Below is a picture of the devastation.
Update - the tornado warning has been cancelled for Sedgwick county (where I live). Huge sigh of relief. Now I'm just hoping that the rest of the day stays calm...
Saturday, May 5, 2007
I nursed the drink all day long, pulling it out of the fridge for a swig. Finally, it got really watered down and I decided it was time to cut my losses.
I poured it in the sink and right on top of the little pile of crushed ice was a perfect little cherry.
I cannot properly express my delight.
My night sucked. But at least I got a cherry.
But this situation is one that has been quite complicated for... well, the better part of two years and I don't really know what to do about it.
This isn't much of a post, I realize.
I've been up since 6:30. On a Saturday. I am not right.
Friday, May 4, 2007
I turned down the opportunity to pursue a job in the Bay Area yesterday.
In January, I was up for a job in Dallas with my company. I didn't get it, but applied shortly after for a job in the Bay Area for a similar, but more senior role.
And I got the call... yesterday. And my stomach immediately felt like it fell to the floor. Had this call come a few months earlier, I would have been ecstatic. I would have driven off into the sunset without ever looking back.
But now... Well, things are GOOD. My job is good. Well, ok, but always getting better. I can't believe how much I've learned about chemistry and safety and all kinds of other things that I would never in a million years have purposely studied... and I kinda like it. Of course, not as much as I would love blogging full time or running my own PR shop, but there's plenty of time for all of that to work out too...
I've made so many new friends in the past few months and have even (gasp!) become involved with the local alumnae chapter of my sorority. My existing friendships keep blooming and I can't really imagine saying goodbye right now.
My new apartment is amazing and I kinda even feel like a grown up in it. I mean, I own appliances. I recently bought a queen sized bed. I'm kinda over the massive quantities of pink decor (except for the kitchen, which is more like... accessorized with pink). I have a guest bedroom/office. If that's not grown up, I don't know what is... I mean, I have room for guests. And they could do their laundry!
And I have Lola the Pug. This job wouldn't really allow me to keep her because of a pretty heavy travel schedule. I can't imagine waking up without her cute little face burrowed in my side. We spoon. It's not right, I know. And aside from the occasional peeing on the guest bed thing, she really is the greatest dog ever.
I even have a crush. A crush that I have so much fun with- it's ridiculous. I really want to hang out with him more and see where it goes...
So yeah, this is really BAD timing. I can't believe that I'm saying this, but I really believe that Kansas holds a lot more for me to experience right now. I'm not ready to jump ship. Not yet.
So after a consultation with Fran (my mom who's real name is Denise), she actually encouraged me to stay in Kansas - something that stunned us both. Of course, my mom was more focused on me finishing up that pesky little degree (I participated in the graduation ceremony a year ago and I'm still not done...) and the fact that I would despise tackling Bay Area traffic every day all day (I would be out making sales calls, essentially). She's right on both counts...
So I called the district manager right back and told him that while I was really grateful for the opportunity, I was going to stay where I was.
Ya know what they say - grow where you're planted. I like to think I'm growing quite fabulously, thankyouverymuch.
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
My favorite show ever is Veronica Mars. Despite preconceived notions that it's for tweens, the show is intelligent, witty, suspenseful and has some of the best writing... EVER. I kid you not. Just ask my pal Jill who has been converted (thanks to a six hour DVD marathon). It's good stuff.
There are only five episodes left this season and rumors are flying that it will be cancelled, even though fans rallied together to distribute over 30,000 fliers in major markets this past weekend. See, the fans are resourceful. Do you think the fans of such a brilliant show would go down without a fight?
We'll they're not. And I'm not. Hence my feeble plea. PLEASE watch the next five episodes of Veronica Mars - starting tonight. Give it a chance. Heck, just watch one and if you really hate it, well, keep it to yourself. But if you like it, and you feel like supporting a show with FAR many redeeming qualities than, say, The Search for the Next Pussycat Doll, keep watching. And tell a few of your friends... Ya see?
Ok, it's on now here in Central Time. Must go.