Landscape Guy?

Yeah. he's gay. still attractive. still very nice. should have known. damn.

It figures

That I would eat lunch with the cute landscaping guy on the day when I am sporting a big blonde afro and my cruise director suit.

By the way

I have decided to leave well enough alone where E is concernd. I decided that there is no real point in contacting him, and that nothing good can come of it, just as nothing good came of me checking in on him. That I should learn to leave the past in the past and focus on the present, which does not include him. Should I happen to run into him (and not because I am stalking his regular hang outs)I would react accordingly, but there is no reason to try to be in contact.

and, Good for me

I had to share this conversation.

T and I were discussing my exercize habits. I said that I need exercize to be fun, or else I get bored. hence the hula hoops and the jump rope. The following conversation followed:

T: You could try a 220volt vibrator. It would act like a jackhammer. Comfort, fun and motivation. Not to mention it would be quite a workout holding on to it.

G: ow. I've worked with jackhammers, not in my crotch, but in the usual way, and I have to say, I wouldn't want to place them in any sensitive areas. what if I went permenantly numb from all the vibration? what fun would that be? "Gee, I'm sorry, I can't feel anything your'e doing down there, my vibrator ruined me forever. But whatever you are doing, I'm sure it would feel great if I could feel it." nah.

Between a rock and a hard space

So, Bug Guy asked me to come out and celebrate his divorce and his new home tomorrow night. He asked several months ago and since I didn't want to keep dodging his events, I agreed to go. But I said I wasn't drinking, which put me in the position od designated driver.
Now, I really don't want to go. I really don't feel into the drinking and partying scene these days. I don't want to go to clubs downtown, I don't want to hit North County for dinner. I really just want to stay at home and relax. Out east where I belong. I want to sew thigs for my pregnant friends and watch sappy romantic comedys on TV.
I have no way out because I promised. I'll be stuck out until late becasue I am driving. I need to learn not to be nice anymore.

Happiness is:

Orbit Bubblemint gum. *ding*! (that was my "Orbit Comercial teeth" flashing a sparkly smile at you)

leave well enough alone?

now that I found him, and since I have not spoken to him since I ended things, should I send a how are you message? Need advice guys!

Ok. I looked. again.

But I didn't read his blog. and the picture (E) he had of himself on his page looked terrible! I found another one with that dazzling smile that was more like the boy I remembered but reading through his interests, we really didn't have very much in common, and we have less in common now. it was a good thing that I looked this time. He's calling hiself a promoter. I worry that he's back into drugs. He had that feeling about him.

That's the problem with pretty boys, even though you know it's best that they are out of your life, you never can get their face out of your head. Only this one had a good attitude too. among other assets. but I know it's better this way.

Today's quote from the bossman

"Aren't you afraid people are going to start throwing rocks at you?"

ha ha ha ha!!! (no. people have already thrown rocks at me, I know how it feels. I have nothing to fear from that)

Maybe that's not so funny to other people, but I thought it warranted an attack of bloggerriea.

bad, bad, friend

is it wrong of me to want girl roomie and boyfriend to break up because I'm tired of him leaving the toilet seat up?

Yeowch!

So I like my new hoop, it's a fun toy. but it hurts. cuz, you know it's heavy? it's like I have an invisible bruise all around my belly.but two days after I bought it, my abs are already looking better!

I realized this today

I don't want to sound unwelcoming or uncaring, so please read this next post with the understanding that I am struggling to live in the paradise where I was born. that many of my fellow natives are moving to other states in order to live the American Dream because it's just too expensive here. That I can no longer afford a two bedroom apartmetn unless I want to live in the hood. And that a one bedroom may also be out of my reach. Not in La Jolla or a "rich" neighborhood, but in my neighborhood, where I pass by a house everyday that has weeds growing out of it's roof. with that said:

Many Hurricane victims have been relocated here while New Orleans is put back in order. Apparently, they have been interviewing them on the evening news. Many of them are expressing a desire to relocate here, and I can't really say I blame them. My coworker and I were discussing, though, how many of the people who have een displaced don't realize the cost of living here is so much higher than down south. that you cannot even rent an apartment, let alone a house on a minimum wage job. Here is my issue.

I realized today that many of the people who desire to stay here will because they are displaced victims of the hurricane. They will recieve grants and moneys donated for houseing, possibly enough to buy here. I too would like to buy here. but I cannot afford a condo despite the fact that I make way over minimum wage. In fact, T cannot get into a home of his own despite the help of VA loans.
But these people will move here, further taxing the apartment situation (rents will rise) and buying homes they can't afford using the government's money, which will inflate our housing bubble further, and make it more difficult for the people who live here to continue to live here.
No, I don't want to see the hurricane victims homeless. But do you really think it is wise to relocate them to one of the most expensive places in the states to live? Flood them into the heartland. there's plenty of room. Heck, I sometimes consider going out there too. I can buy a ginormous house there for what I would pay for a one bedroom condo here. grr.

Shocking!

My coworker walked up and wanted me to smell her to determine whether her new lotion makes her smell like an old lady.

Her arm shocked my nose. ow. We all had a good laugh. Not an exciting story, I know, and certainly funnier if you were there, but, whatever.

I just bought myself

a six pound hula hoop. and yes, I can use it, and yes, I will.

someone web searched

this: hilary duff is a girl and she is nakid in the bathroom and with no wall or door

and found me. I might search it myself ad see how many other sites it hits. weirdos.

There were a lot of hits...eew

Note to self

Please learn the difference between chocolate from the cookies you baked smeared on your fingers and the cut that is healing up nicely. I know the light in your kitchen is bad, but REALLY.

I thought I would try it

So I looked up my 23rd post, 5th sentence, and here it was:

"I will also miss his company."

Lovely. I hope all is well for E. he tends towards a dramatic life. I could look up his blog, but that's a bad idea still, I think.

Keeping with the theme of things I thought I would try, T and I went to the tourmaline mine on Saturday and we mined for, well, tourmaline, which was way cool, for me but a little difficult for him since he is colorblind and they kept telling us to look for "blue, pink, black, or green" he found a lot of black. But I knew I would like that so it wasn't a stretch. Afterward, we headed to a Korean BBQ place. This is where I got adventuresome. I picked some kind of beef thing (which was yummy) and cold noodle soup. The waiter, tried to tell me that many americans don't like cold noodle soup (well, that sounds like a challenge to me!) and that it's like pho. Now, I love Pho. It's my favorite soup. It might even be my favorite food. So, I ordered the cold noodle soup.

out came four dishes. in them were the following to add to my soup: cabbage, seaweed, seaweed, and potato salad. the seaweed was yummy. Then the soup arrived. It had a hard boiled egg in it, which I fed to T. (I'm not a fan of eggs unless they're wrapped in a tortilla with bacon and cheeze.) The broth was mild, and, to my surprise, cold. not just cold, ice cold. in fact, there was ice floating about in my soup. It was so cold, I didn't want to eat it because it was cold. it hurt my teeth to bite the noodles. This was so not like pho. I tried to spice it up with seaweed, but that didn't help. I ate as much as I could anyway because I was raised that way. I shared some with T (be proud of me! I shared my soup, and I ate more of it after!!) he found it strange.

The moral of the story? Soup, should be hot. I will not be ordering Cold Noodle Soup again.

Really? hmm.

according to the little machine and the charts at the Health Fair, I am fat. BUT I am aware that it doesn't take into account the PDC's and that those things really aren't that accurate anyway. but onthe happy side, I squeezed 98 pounds of pressure with my hand. Which went beyond thir scale of normalacy for a woman. So I'm fat and I have manly strenth? Or I am a good size for me and I'm super strong. you decide, I'm hungry. mmm bun bao.

My Boobs ate the crumbs

I scarfed down the donettes anyway, and, being of the crumby variety, I lost some crumbs. since they weren't in my lap, they must have fallen down my shirt. I can't find them. I looked in there, I checked the inside of my jacket. they're gone. I think my boobs ate them. either that or I'm smuggling rodents again.

just kidding, I have never smuggled rodents. Just cheeseburgers.

these are college graduates

we work in office trailers. (the people ashamed of this call them bungalows, but, they have wheels, they're trailers) We remodel them all the time. we got a request from someone who needs more space. so she requested that we take her two double wides, and push them together (removing, of course, the walls in between) because somehow, magically, this will give her more room. And for my next trick...