Cough, cough

Holy wow I've been bad about posting lately. I had a good three day weekend, but then on Monday I developed a sore throat. I thought, oh there's nothing wrong. probably me talking with M too much. It'll get better.

More like worse.

I woke up yesterday unable to talk. It hurt too damn much. I drank 4 cups of tea, felt miserable at work, and it hurt to swallow. Then I took some airborne before bedtime.

Today I can actually swallow without it hurting and my throat doesn't feel like it's about to combust, but I have a mini cough now. I have no idea how I even got this, nor do I know why I feel better today. But I'm hoping that tomorrow will be even better.

Edit: I went to the doctor's today & did a throat swab- I won't know results till Monday. I did get some huge dosage of ibuprofen and some drugs to help me sleep, so here's to making it through the weekend. I hate being sick.

ASAP

I admit, I love technology. I like it when I get an instantaneous response, like IMs or Facebook. I get on a natural high when I can text or e-mail someone back right away, beating them to the punch. But I'm starting to think that I'm spoiled.

Recently a friend of mine asked for my e-mail address. I gave it to him, and he promised to e-mail. So the next day I checked my inbox. Nothing. I thought, okay, maybe he's just busy. Because clearly I respond to my emails almost ASAP. It drives me nuts to have unread e-mails sitting in my inbox.

Three days later, I still had nothing. I was beginning to really get annoyed and ticked off. I mean, why ask for my e-mail address IF YOU AREN'T GOING TO EMAIL??? Simple concept really. Plus, I guess I'm just used to getting a response.

By day four, I was mad. I ignored his phone calls on purpose. I felt like a fool to give my e-mail address. Finally on day five, I sucked it up, and answered his call. I told him how I was really disappointed that he never e-mailed. His response was "Well, I thought that if I e-mailed you within a week, that was good. And I never promised I would e-mail you the next day, I just said I would e-mail you." I let those words sink in. He was right, but I assumed that if someone said they'd e-mail, it would be the next day. It wouldn't be a week later.

The next day, I finally got my long awaited e-mail. But by then I was so over it.

Over IM, I asked my friend about this whole situation.

me: q, are you one who expects immediate response to emails/texts with friends aka not work related things?

4:29 PM him: eh

i guess not

depends on urgency

me: right but say you give your friend your email address

cuz they want it

4:30 PM and then they don't email for like 5 days

would you be annoyed or wouldn't really care

him: i imagine i wouldn't care

me: hm

okay

him: but you do care?

4:31 PM me: yes, i do. i am so used to instantaneous response, that when i don't get that, I get annoyed/frustrated. case in point, the above example. gave email to friend, thinking they'd email the next day. checked email since last thursday, still no email. I called them out on it, they thought a week was acceptable to wait. They didn't see any problem.

him: ok well

obv we have diff time priorities

me: exactly

4:33 PM which makes me wonder where the difference lies. is it on an individual basis? is it a generational thing? or are we spoiled by social media and all of its instant perks?

4:46 PM him: and you probably didn't like the delayed response to that question

Case in point: Am I the only one who cares? And is wanting a response ASAP a generational thing? Or are we spoiled by social media and all its instant perks? What do you think?

I'm a Country Girl

I've been on a country music kick lately.

The last time this happened was probably a year ago, when I was carpooling to work with a now former coworker. Being from Texas, she preferred to listen to country music. Here in the great CO, we only have two stations that I know of that play country. Anyways, due to her influence, I listened to country music for two weeks straight. Then after that, I took a long break from it and went back to listening to crappy hip hop, top 40, and pop music.

Well, now I'm back and with a vengeance, if you could even say that. I'm pretty sure that's not the right word, but whatever. I love my country music right now, but would never be an actual cowgirl. I went to that festival this past weekend, I saw miss Adams county. Boy was she all dressed up - in jeans, chaps, an obnoxiously teal shirt with a huge cowboy hat and tiara on. Trust me, if she had any more makeup on, I'd have thought she was a wax statue. I don't like western clothes, never did, never will. I don't own any cowboy or cowgirl boots either. I just like listenin' to the music and pretending to be out in the West, rounding up horses and cattle while drinkin' whiskey. Or maybe I just like talkin' cowboy slang. I've been using the words cowboy, saddle, and country way way too much. At least this is a phase, right? Right.

Weekend Recap

Wow I haven't posted in forever. Work has been crazy, I have been pretty much on the phone all day since last week, calling people.

The weekend was good. I went to Beth's birthday party on Friday. We went out to dinner at La Fogata for Mexican food. It was defintely good and affordable. I had a steak quesadilla and took half of it home. Plus they have a good house margarita. Then we headed back to the house for cake and games. It was fun!

Saturday I caught up on tv - Gossip Girl, Rescue Me, and the Real Housewives of New York reunion show - and then went to Mayfest, this town festival, with Drea, my laid off & pregnant coworker. She bought me Hello Kitty pens!! I was seriously so so excited. I can't wait to use them! I also got kinda sunburned without even realizing it. At the festival we saw these dogs that would fetch frisbees, so I got one for Hailey, and tried to make her fetch one when I got home, but she wasn't into it at all. She barked more at the squirrels, and then when she had the frisbee, she ran aroudn the yard playing chase and wouldn't give back to me. I'm still convinced tho, that she can be trained. I'll just have to bribe her to practice more.

Sunday I met up with M for brunch. We went to Lucille's this really cute southern restaurant in Boulder. I tried grits for the first time, and we had these fried donuts with powdered sugar on them. So so good! I'd totally go back again. After that we caught up and wandered around Pearl Street Mall. After that, I went to a graduation party for a family friend. And I gotta tell ya, I've never felt so old. I saw a few people I used to babysit when they still wore diapers, now in highschool. Even my brother's friends are almost done with college. It really hit me that I'm like getting older. Not that I really care, it was just really like *bam* you're old. Haha, but not at least i'm not as old as my parents. haha.

I'm looking forward to this week, because my brother gets back from college today, and my dad is coming home for a week on Thursday. It'll definitely be a full house this week, but I don't mind.

How was your weekend?

Summer?

Life in the hippie city has been great all week, yes I know it's only Tuesday, but still. During my lunch hour I got around to contemplating why this week is so great. Well, here's the main reason: all the college kids are either a) graduated or b) on summer break away from this lovely city. What does this mean to me? Well, since I work in said city, it means I can stretch out on my bus rides to and from work, I can roam Pearl St. Mall and actually get a spot to sit, and it's definitely less crowded for happy hours. YESSSSS. Other reasons why I love summer: I tan easily (awesome) but always wear sunscreen (or not), love the fresh air, swimming, garage sales, and all the festivals which I love aren't too far away.

Things I'm over: library fines & volunteering. I seriously owe the library $7 now all because for each book that is overdue, it's 20 cents a day. Multiply that by a bunch of books, and well, you get the idea. Boo to that. Seriously, I'm the library's best customer, I'm always checking out books, why can't they just cut me some slack!?! As for the volunteering thing--well, I'm burnt out, if it's possible. I have a few different places I volunteer at - mainly my weekly radio show & visiting my old lady friend Marie - but I'm ready to take a summer hiatus from them all. Is this possible?

I'm back

I'm back from Seattle, and very tired. So tired, that I'm bailing on book club tonight. That, and I didn't read the book this month. Oh well. The weekend was lots of fun. Allow me to recap....

Friday: Arrived on time, caught the bus to my hotel, where I was allowed to check in early. The room was nice, I took a nap, and then walked to the waterfront, browsed the aquarium, and bought a City Pass booklet, good for most of the major attractions. Ate fish n chips at Ivar's and fed fries to the seagulls. Shopped- bought a Seattle sweatshirt, a steel water bottle, a cute pair of boxers for my lil brother, and a Christmas ornament (it's a habit, I buy one wherever I go). Walked around Pikes Place Market, bought myself a bottle of Syrah wine from a Washington winery, and did more window shopping at H&M, Old Navy, and the Levi's store. Finally made it back to the hotel after reading the map wrong, and then went out for Thai food & green tea ice cream. Made it back, relaxed with some Oprah, and fell asleep.

Saturday: Slept in, made it to the aquarium by 11, walked around, watched the divers feed the fish and sharks, touched starfish, and walked around. Then took a ferry around the harbor for an hour. It was wonderful being on the water with the sun shining. Went to the space needle, and the Experience Music Museum. Then took the Monorail back downtown and walked to Ivar's for happy hour. My waitress was from Colorado and had moved to Seattle 6 months ago... small world. Anyways, had too many beers and a burger and watched more people feed the seagulls. Met a couple from Finland, who live in California. And talked with a couple originally from Queens but now live in Seattle, due to the husband being in the military. They were really fun to talk to, and so I went bowling (read: more drinking) and then out to some bar named Jillian's where we danced the night away.

Sunday: Started by day off right by puking my brains out beginning at 5:30 a.m., and alternating every hour or so. Worst hangover ever. Seriously not drinking for awhile. But I had fun, and I managed to not lose anything important. Spent the morning recuperating, checked out on time, then took the bus to the airport. Talked with several cute men, but all married. Flight was delayed for an hour, hung around the airport and tried not to puke anymore. Ate some fries and drank a smoothie. Made it back home in one piece, and took my mom out to dinner at Outback.

All in all, it was a great weekend. I'm glad I went! How was your weekend?

Over & Out

I'm off in Seattle, the Emerald City ... catch you all on Monday!

Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire

I hate liars. I consider myself to be an honest person, and expect the same in return, especially with friends. I have few close friends in my inner circle that I trust completely, so when things don't go as planned, well, it's a huge disappointment. Case in point: my friend who ditched me with this whole Seattle trip. Well, I happened to look at her Facebook page, and lo and behold, what do I find? Oh, two people wrote on her wall asking her how her CRUISE was. Yea, apparently she's on a cruise this week. She's soooo busy yachting around in the ocean that she doesn't have time to go to Seattle with a friend she's known since college. It's things like this that really hit my buttons. How hard would it have been to just have an honest conversation? It's totally better than finding out from a 3rd party. Seriously.

If anything I've learned my lesson. One: Don't make any more traveling plans with SA. Two: Seattle's going to be even that much more awesome. Three: Treat others the way you want to be treated.

Dear Diary

Dear Diary,

Can you tell me why I thought I could survive living at home? Because I can't. I shed a few tears on the bus this morning. I had dreams last night about my mom busting into my room and turning on the light and telling me I had to take my 9-year-old brother to school, and me frantically rousing him from the bed and making him get ready and yelling at him because he was going to make me late for work. I woke up today at 6 a.m., only to figure out that it was a dream. Not a good one. Then I got to the bus stop, was seriously oh, 5 steps away from boarding, and it freaking left. LEFT. and a lady saw me, and she just stared at me, like you're S-O-L. but, the good thing is that i made it to work before my boss, I still have a job, and I'm alive. I just am slowly losing my sanity and beginning to really hate kids.

OMG

I'm going!!!!!! I'm going!!! *jumps up & down* I. am. crazy. Who does this? Apparently me! Thanks to Gary's comment on Priceline's name your own price feature in my previous post, I am alllll set for a hotel. I seriously lucked out and got a 3 star hotel for $61/night, compared to its original rate of $144/night. Yay! I love it when things just fall into place. I talked with my coworker too, who has traveled on business to Seattle, and she gave me the #'s of an artist that she knows that lives there, ya know, in case I need an emergercy contact, so that makes me feel better.

Now all I have to do is plan out what I want to do, and see, and buy. *grins*

The Dilemma Continues...

I am still alive. My weekend was okay, nothing exciting, and I didn't cry anymore. Turns out all I needed was to watch four hours of TV including Gossip Girl, Brothers & Sisters, and the Housewives of New York. Oh, and sleep! I slept in, and I felt entirely better.

I think I am slowly emerging from the funk. I even took off Friday. Well, here's the real reason. Over the weekend, I figured I needed to deal with the whole catastrophe that is my life. Meaning, the Seattle trip. So I created an account on tripadvisor.com and posted about hostels. Yes, I've never stayed in one, but I figured, for $37/night plus the $2 fee to rent a lock, that can't be bad right? That is assuming I am going. After one text and a phone call message, I finally heard back from SA (self absorbed) and she said she would just pay me for my flight. Which is totally correct, she was the one that screwed me over, so she should pay up. Only, the catch is that she has to wait till Friday when she gets paid. Here's where the little voice in my head is saying what if she doesn't give you the money? Which makes me think that I should go. Yea, all by myself. L thinks that SA isn't stupid enough to waste an entire friendship over this...I hope she's right. My other friend thinks I should go either way, and if my friend pays up, great. If she doesn't, no biggie, since I've already gone. I would feel sorta bad if I got paid for a flight I took, but at the same time, this is the second time this person has flaked out on me...

Here's my running pro/con list...

Pros:

• I'll be spending time alone, which is what I've been wanting lately
• Gain the frequent flier miles
• Take a trip by myself, which I've never done before.
• I could stay in a hostel, which would also be a first or I could pony up a few more dollars and stay at the Moore Hotel.
  

Cons:

• I will be spending more money, because I won't have the luxury of splitting costs with anyone.
• I need to find a place to stay like STAT, cuz we all know I like having a plan.
  
• I might be lonely.
  
• If I don't go, and I don't get the money from SA, I'll be screwed.

What would you do?

Calling Seattle....

So you know that flight that was canceled? The one I was going to take to Seattle next weekend? The one that my friend swore was refundable? Yeah, not so much. I just got off the phone with United who said that my ticket is NON-REFUNDABLE and if I wanted to change my flight, there's a $150 fee. I only paid $112 for my entire flight. FML.

Now, here's my plea to the blogging world: Does anyone live in Seattle or know someone in Seattle?

I'm desperate.

I can't see wasting $112...am I crazy?

Bummer Friday

The weather pretty much reflects my mood right now...and it's cold and rainy. Super depressing for Colorado, that's for sure. Not a sign of sun out there anywhere. And I heard it's supposed to be like this all weekend.

Today was sad, because last night Bobby and I broke up. Yeah, apparently we just "weren't going to work out." Oooookay....I just hope the canceling of our relationship on Facebook isn't broadcast all over my friends' news feeds. I don't have much to say about it, I don't hate him, I'm just sad because I thought that it was going to work out. Sure I had my doubts, but I do firmly believe that everything happens for a reason. I know it, and I just need to believe in that and focus on myself. I've decided that when I move out, I'm going to live alone. I'm ready for it. Besides all this he said/she said business, my laid off coworkers left forever today. It was their last day, and well, it's just sad.

I can't wait to sleep in tomorrow and cry my eyes out and regroup. Hopefully I'll return Monday feeling like a new person. Maybe I'll even get a lil crazy and get a haircut...I know, my life is so so exciting.

What are your weekend plans?