The flight crew for my flight that’s supposed to take off in 5 minutes just went to mcdonalds. The captain is discussing his other terminal dining options. Tgifridays? Yeah, it’s gonna be awhile.
Straight razor?
I’m bored. On hour number two at the airport. Finished my book, made some calls and now sit watching the bubbles in my beer fizz upward.
In the security line I ran into the guy that presented to us this morning. Awkward as I had to take off my black boots and was wearing rather colorful socks. Hey, at least they matched.
Can’t wait to get home and cuddle with my Vin. Miss that adorable pup. Many thanks to the boyfriend, who is on his flight to Boston at this moment, for taking care of him while I was away.
Sucks to come home with the amount of work that has accumulated. I’m still upset about thanksgiving. I needed four days off. I needed a mini-break. Instead my half day thursday to tailgate must suffice.
Thank goodness for amazing friends as they’re keeping me same and smiling.
2 additional projects now due the week after thanksgiving. I can’t take the day after thanksgiving off anymore.
Frustrated. And extremely upset.
Well, let’s see. Detroit wasn’t pretty over the summer and the snow, sleet and gray skies don’t add any charm. While I did manage a delightful rental car experience this time, my driving like grandma in a jeep commander probably pissed a bunch of people off.
The one downside was performing triage in the detroit airport as my adorable leopard flats KILLED the back of my heels despite wearing them all last night. And thanks to a consultation with blondie, I have managed to reconfigure my outfit with different shoes. I packed light and did not anticipate this situation.
So now I am partaking in the complimentary adult beverages as I wait for a coworker to pick me up for our night that includes a casino amongst other things. So far, so good. Though I would never want to live up here. Its just gross. And cold.
As for this weekend, last night was a blast! It was so great to see everyone at the twins 30th birthday was great, but I had to leave early. In the meantime, I’ll be up here with my beret, missing atlanta.
My adorable pup, Vinny, does this cute little thing when I come home or anyone comes over- he goes and grabs one of his favorite toys (usually a stuffed quail or hedgehog) and brings it over and shakes it in his mouth to show his manliness. I always find it so adorable that he brings the toy over and wants to impress me with how strong he is and how he can “hunt” for stuffed animals and bones. Its so cute and I love him.
I find this interesting because the evil ex husband does the same thing- except I don’t think he’s adorable and I don’t love him. Its more annoying than anything- like an ugly dog that keeps trying to hump your leg.
See, the ex (at 35.5 years old) has completed law school. yay. Whatever. He sent me a text that he passed the bar. Woohoo. Like I care. And last friday proceeded to send me a picture of his certificate from his swearing in. Like Vinny with his stuffed animal. I found it more humorous and pathetic than anything as he’s the last person I think of when something amazing happens in my life. I chose to ignore his attempt for Vinny-like attention and ignored it.
Today, I got this email: “I’m on the website now…” And then listed the link for my convenience so that now I can view an obviously airbrushed small photo of himself on his firm’s website. I then informed him that I received a letter in the mail that he was late with his car. I know what he makes. How on earth does one man go through that much money?
Ok, so what? Does he want cookies (Vinny treats) every time he does something good? That he’s now on a firm website with kids I went to college with? Dude, you’re old. Get over yourself. I’m over you. And more pissed off that you waste precious seconds of my day as I see an email from him and think it might be something about him refinancing the house to get me off the mortgage or something else of worth. Instead its something stupid about him. Him bringing over a stuffed animal to show me how manly he is. He’s the last thing I think of when I think of manly. Real men don’t do the stuff he did to me.
(What’s even more funny is that when I responded to his email asking, “Who takes the pictures?” He was too stupid to realize that I was totally mocking him and really saying, “How much did they have to pay to airbrush you?” Dumbass.)
So here is my message to ex douchebag husband- STOP SENDING ME CRAP ABOUT YOURSELF. You’re scum. And I can honestly say you possess a horrible heart. And I feel more bad than anything for you. Good luck with your airbrushed photo. And your mental issues. And drinking issues. And lack of, well. You get the idea. At least my friends and I get a good chuckle out of the responses I could send back, but don’t because you’re like a little dog. Except I like dogs better.
Here’s an effing cookie.
(notice- it has nuts. because he’s freakin’ nuts.)
If anyone else at work in upper management has realized the mass of people taking a half day next Thursday. I went to the industry event on Tuesday night, which was at a good location, but not good for 300 people. It was in the heart of midtown, so that made chilling outside on their upper patio more enjoyable. While there, I realized that a lot of other coworkers are attending another company’s tailgate near the tailgate we were planning in the most covert fashion- complete with Outlook invitation. (see, thats how covert our operation is. We leave a paper trail.)
So now I am just waiting and seeing as next thursday approaches… and people suddenly put 2 and 2 together.
“Gee whiz! Sure are a lot of people taking half days/visiting jobsites/suffering from ebola today. Hmmm. Nah, can’t be a college football game. Surely it can’t!”
I can just imagine…
Also, I have realized that Borders.com might have THE WORST CUSTOMER SERVICE. EVER. I swear, it was like talking to a character on Fraggle Rock. And made me want to slit my wrists with paper cuts.
In the meantime, this week consisted of me getting my first speeding ticket (yeehaw!) and lots of other random bits of fun. Like turning our controller’s phone to the Wookie ring on the absolute loudest volume while he was out of town. Cheap thrills. I’m all about them.
Yeah, I know. I have sucked at this whole “write everyday for 30 days” for National Blog Month, but whatever. I’ve been sucked into the whole Twilight and Trueblood crap and thats taken the majority of my time.
SO lets recap this past week- bar with Blondie. Thursday stayed home and read half of Twilight. Friday decided I wanted a margarita. But not just ANY margarita- one from Chili’s. And did you know there aren’t many ITP? Yeah, they’re totally OTP. We ended up in Austell, GA.
And the conversation with the boyfriend went like this:
Me: OOOOOOOH! $1.98 for gas!! Welcome to the country!!
Boyfriend: The country?
Me: Yeah, we’re totally in the country.
Boyfriend: (laughs) Seriously, Adatingdiary. The country? I don’t think we’re in the country.
Me: We so totally are. Look! There’s a Walmart. That means country.
Boyfriend: We’re 7.8 miles from home.
Me: Um, yeah. But its Austell. The country.
Boyfriend: Whatever. Let’s get you a margarita.
And then after some apetizers, we ended up going home and crashing at 9. Because we’re like an old married couple. Saturday he had to work some. Because he’s a freakin’ workaholic, so I finished Twilight. And started New Moon. Read most of New Moon when I should have paid attention to football. But New Moon was totally better.
THEN!!! We went to one of my favorite restaurants in Atlanta. Here. I just love this place. Always have and haven’t been there in years. Its such a hidden gem. We then pondered going to Loca Luna or Twisted Taco, but as we were driving, I realized I’ve grown up. I really didn’t want to go out. I wanted to go home, drink some wine and go to sleep. As I reflected on this, the boyfriend said, “Yep. You’re growing up. Partying in moderation.” This made me a smidge sad, but going home was way more fun.
Sunday- I finished New Moon and decided not to go to a work thing. Since I was cancelling on Blondie, I promised to go to drinks with her Monday. Despite the fact that we both had work to do, the boyfriend suggest we go shopping. And we went to the North GA Premium Outlets. Which was a lovely, lovely drive up 400. And way better than working on a gorgeous Sunday.
Last night at Cheers, Blondie and I discussed Vampires and Twilight vs. Trueblood with the bartender. I explained that I think Sookie is THE. WORST. NAME. EVER. And he constantly said Sookie after that. Makes me cringe, but seriously- who names their child “Sookie Stackhouse?” Um, yes. Thats correct. Crazy people. Crazy Louisiana people. Or HBO producers.
So now here we are at Tuesday. To go to work event tonight or not. That is the question. I’m not sure yet as there is work stuff tomorrow and spending time with the boyfriend on Thursday as we are both out of town (two ships… crossing in the night) for the next week as his flight lands after mine takes off on Sunday. Sadness. And then when I get back, his flight takes off again and we won’t be back in the same place until Thursday- when we’ve taken half days to tailgate for GT/Miami.
So there is my life at the moment. I am seriously hoping there is no rain/snow in Detroit next week, despite what the weather says. I had a nightmare/embarassing situation last time with the rental car and I would prefer to not endure that again.
Blondie and I discussed the things on our minds last night and my quarter life crisis, which sucks. And I am trying to get through, but having a hard time. Fortunately, the evil ex and his random emails of crap and knowing that he’s still a f-up at 35 1/2 make me feel better.
And the name Sookie? Totally sucks.
Company: No, you’re not going to detroit.
Me: Not cool, but ok.
Meeting with Company: We are putting a hold on detroit.
******** 2 hours later********
Company: I thought I said you’re going to detroit. You are going to detroit.
Me: Um… you didn’t. But, Ok.
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Me to Boss: Oh yeah, did you hear? I am going to detroit. OH! And through our marketing inventory I’ve found a way for us to save half on our paper costs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (yes, I am a nerd.)
Boss: Say what? I know nothing of this. Paper? Sounds good. Be gone, minion. (tehe. not really. she was as confused as me.)
Corporate: Yes. You are coming to detroit.
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Me to Blondie: I needs a drink. I is confused. Head spinning… Happy Hour?
Ah, the most beautiful city in the world. Detroit. I shall be visiting you soon. Again. Unless Company changes its mind. Again.
Blondie was tagged for her first meme and then tagged me. (I am all excited, but trying to play it cool.)
So here we go:
1. The McDanger Meme
What are your nicknames? Kates. A lot of people have called me that. Wish I was Secret Agent Kates or something, but nope… just kates.
What TV gameshow or reality show would you like to be on? I think I would dress like a bag lady for 2 weeks and be “secretly filmed” so that I could be on “What Not to Wear” because I totally want $5,000 to buy more shoes and clothes. I would play along and pretend that I have bad taste for the chance. In fact, I would stock my closet with stirrup pants for the opportunity. I heart that show.
What was the first movie you bought in VHS or DVD? I know that growing up I watched the VHS “Wizard of Oz” so much that I broke the tape. I was 3 at the time, so I doubt that I actually went and bought it. My first CD was Wilson Philips. I know, I shouldn’t openly admit that, but it was 1992 or something.
What is your favorite scent? I love floral smells. But! Simple ones. Like rose fragrances always get me.
If you had one million dollars to spend only on yourself, what would you spend it on? I’d buy a house or condo and keep my 4Runner. Probably invest the rest in stocks.
What is one place you’ve visited, can’t forget and want to go back to? Italy. If I really had the balls, I would move to Rome.
Do you trust easily? Heck no! But I used to. Thats why I am in therapy.
Do you generally think before you act, or act before you think? I like to think before I act if at all possible. I hate being irrational.
Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days? My quarter life crisis. Realizing that all I’ve accomplished since the last election is a marriage to a loser, divorce from a loser, and changed jobs several times. Joy!
Do you have a good body image? I guess so. The stress from my job has cause me to lose a lot of weight, so everything fits now.
What is your favorite fruit? Raspberries. I buy frozen organic ones and keep them in the freezer. Yuuuuuuuuuum!
What websites do you visit daily? facebook, blogs, news sites, investing sites, and trashy tabloid sites.
What have you been seriously addicted to lately? Chick-fil-a is my one addiction. I could eat it all day, every day.
What’s the last song that got stuck in your head? For some reason, that song by Ringside “Tired of Being Sorry.” So random.
What is your favorite thing to wear? dresses and skirts. I am very girly.
Do you think Rice Krispies are yummy? Yeah, but I would never make or buy them. They don’t interest me that much.
What would you do if you saw $100 lying on the ground? Think it must be my lucky day, pick it up and run like hell. I agree with Blondie, so I won’t be changing that one…
What items couldn’t you go without during the day? Ben-my iPhone and makeup.
What should you be doing right now? a marketing inventory that is killing my brain cells, but must be done.
2. Unconscious Mutterings Meme
(respond with the first thing that comes to mind)
I say … and you think … ?
- In love : Valentine’s Day.
- Be my guest : Where? And do I know you?
- Number one : A cheesy Will Ferrell skit from SNL that made fun of being #1.
- Swallowed whole : A nightmare.
- 50 percent : I’m going shopping!
- Made in : Taiwan.
- Supplement : What I take because I have a horrible diet right now.
- Right for : Someone. I hope I am.
- Endless : That online shoe store.
- Ceramic : Pottery!
As for who to tag next??? Since he hasn’t written much lately, Ha Ha Sound!
So I’ve watched 27 Dresses on HBO and am currently finishing Bridge Jones Diary on Lifetime because I need to further delude myself about love and romance. But with this weekend and an afternoon to reflect, I can kinda see some things in the movies now that crack me up.
Long story short, I got a text yesterday while at the Tech game from the evil ex that said, “Adatingdiary, you know I’ll always love you.” and then later one that said, “I miss you.” And I was a.) shocked I got that and b.) pissed off that he would send something like that. I didn’t reply and he then sent one apologizing for sending that. And I don’t feel a thing towards him. Just disappointed I wasted some of my prime years on him. After not replying, he later apologized for sending the “I miss you text.” But all I can think? Douchebag. He then went for the low blow with another text later by trying to remind me of something from our marriage that was rather heartbreaking and that we went through together. I responded by saying that the boyfriend and I have already discussed that issue.
I also replied that I told the boyfriend about our text conversations as the boyfriend is cool with anything as long as I keep him in the loop. The ex replied (thanks Iphone for keeping all texts in chat form):
Evil Ex: Ok, I see whats up. Glad I could boost your already inflated ego. I’m such a sucker.
Adatingdiary: Hilarious. Its about me being with a better man now. Not ego.
(and, I might add, totally random and I am assuming an attempt to cover up his embarrassed and bruised ego…)
Evil Ex: Ha. I’ve had the best sex of my life with 22yr old sarah. Im doing just fine.
SAY WHAT? Now, this rather bizarre turn of events just proved how totally over him I am. Really? How on EARTH did it come to this??? Totally uncalled for and immature. I thought about how to handle that statement, but after weighing all the knee-jerk reactions, replied:
Adatingdiary: 1. You’re middle aged and too old to be preying on young waitresses. Its called pedophila. 2. That’s bs that its the best sex. The best sex is when you’re truly in love with the person like I am with the boyfriend.
His response?
Evil ex: Look, peace. Good luck to you.
And this? Is a perfect example of how I don’t miss him at all because I am not missing out on anything. He’s pratically 36. Bragging about sleeping with a Hooters waitress. Seriously? Is that something to be proud of? He finally just finished law school and took the bar, because the probation period for his DUI prevented him from taking it this past spring. His step brother, who is only a couple years older than him, is running for reelection in the State Senate. He’s wasted his youth at a bar. I mean, I’m all for following your dreams, but he started law school in 2001. Its almost 2009. What does he want, a cookie? He’s pathetic and I do find it funny that he would think that he could somehow win me over again. It took me awhile to learn my lesson, but the million time is the charm.
The boyfriend was extremely supportive of all that happened and was quite proud of me and handling the situation despite being in the same stadium. And this is why the boyfriend is the sweetest man on earth. All the evil ex did was bring me and the boyfriend closer together. So I guess he didn’t think that cunning plan all the way through. In the meantime, Hugh Grant’s loser character reminds me of the evil ex, although not nearly as cute, and the boyfriend? The respectable Colin Firth.
