Weekend Recap: Thanksgiving Edition

Can I just say that having the office to myself after a long weekend and listening to Disney soundtracks (Lion King, Beauty & the Beast, Little Mermaid, etc) makes work alot more enjoyable? Cuz it does.

As for my weekend, it was nice. As predicted, we snuck the dog in and out of the condo. There were a few close calls when one of the maintenance workers wanted to install some carbon monoxide detectors and we had to hide the dog in the spare bedroom. And hide her in the car while we parked in the garage. And make sure she didn't bark. Yeah, it was kinda annoying but I think my mom finally learned her lesson that we shouldn't bring her up again. Especially when you have a 4 hour car ride with 5 people, a 50+ pound dog, and a back seat  completely filled with our stuff. The saving grace of the trip up and back was a dual screen dvd player. My lil brother was in heaven. And I have to admit, it was really useful. We watched Transformers on the way up and Family Guy on the way back.

I ate entirely way too much over the weekend--there was food everywhere. My mom and I argued over how to cook glazed carrots, but I got to thinking, that if every Thanksgiving was actually free of yelling and her trying to micromanage my every move in the kitchen, well, it'd be kinda boring. As for the feast, we had a moist turkey, stuffing with pecans and cranberries (a welcome upgrade from stove top), green bean casserole, glazed carrots, rolls, and mashed potatoes.

It was yummy, but I'm sad we have no leftovers because we left early on Saturday so we left all the extras behind. I might actually make some green bean casserole this week and buy some turkey so I can recreate the experience. But I am definitely going running or walking everyday this week. I felt so gross and fat this weekend, probably because I kept stuffing my face with food, but still. I need to run/walk some of that stuff off. Like today. I meant to wake up at 6am, that's when my alarm went off, but I decided it was too dark to go outside. So I reset it and slept in and didn't take the dog for a walk. So that means I'm walking around on my lunch hour today.

How was your Thanksgiving/long weekend?

Head for the Hills

I am so drained right now. Like I can't even find the motivation to work, which is a legit excuse when EVERYONE except me and two other people are here in the office today. Not fair at all.

I am excited for Thanksgiving though, because every year my family ditches the rest of my family and heads for the hills mountains. We rent the same condo. We walk downtown. We watch people ski or snowboard. We hide our dog in the condo, because we're not supposed to have any pets. I read lots of books and sleep in. And go shopping on Black Friday because the biggest store in town is the Staples. Yeah, it's gonna be great to get away.


What are your Thanksgiving plans?

Weekend Recap

This weekend wasn't eventful in the slightest. If anything I learned that I am a lightweight drinker, should not lay down and text at the same time, and I need a vacation.


Friday- Came home from work and flopped on my bed and took a nap. Then attempted to make plans with a friend when my phone died. Needless to say I ended up eating kettle corn while watching my brothers play Wii. But I did stay up till midnight, so that's a win in my book.

Saturday- Slept in, hung around the house for awhile, and watched my tv shows--Project Runway, Real Housewives of Orange County (which I'm seriously beginning to hate) and Top Chef. Hey, I never said I had good taste in tv shows, but it felt good to just not think for awhile.

In the afternoon, I decided to make my first pumpkin pie, using the #1 rated pie recipe on Allrecipes.com! Yeah, I haven't tried it yet, and my mom bought cinnamon pumpkin pie from the Honey Baked Ham store, so I guess I'm taking this to work tomorrow. I think it should be decent, I mean, I followed the recipe, so really, how hard can it be to screw it up?

Now all I need is some whipped cream...

After pie making I imbibed my current beer of choice: Avery's White Rascal. I only had one, and it put me to sleep. Literally. I was supposed to go out drinking but I never heard my phone, and ended up waking up at 11:30pm. After texting my friend an apology, I rolled over and went back to sleep.


Sunday- Woke up at a ridiculously early time--7:30, bright eyed and bushy tailed (so to speak). Went to the early mass, where I sat next to a woman who's daughter I went to grade school with, and saw another old lady who was at the banquet I went to last weekend. It was eerie. After church I came home and helped my mom make breakfast--eggs, potatoes, and toast. It was good. After breakfast I was completely bored so I actually folded my laundry and put it away. It's literally been sitting in my basket for oh, two weeks now. I took the dog for a walk. Then I went to Costco and got gas, and a few groceries. I bought my brother his Christmas present too--Sonic the Hedgehog for Wii. Personally I have always loved Sonic since Sega, but that's here nor there. The rest of the night I showered, read a contemporary romance novel about a lawyer and a famous Hollywood actor, and ate dinner. Exciting life I lead, I know.

What was the highlight of your weekend?

Oh Murphy's Law

oh, it's just funny, i blogged about Alex and how i haven't heard from him the other day when today i get to work and what do i see in my inbox? an email from him! his dept was celebrating this GIS day at the courthouse and he wanted me to stop by, so I googled the agenda, and saw they'd be on a break during lunchtime so i figured I'd drop in then cuz his email said come by at lunch if u want to.

and i figured I'd go so he knew i didn't hate him. and I was so nervous but i walked to the third floor to find...that he wasn't there. and i couldn't call him because my cell phone is broken, so i walked all the way back to my office, and tried his cell and his work. no answer. and then i realized i didn't even leave a msg, so he would never know that i tried to see him. so then i called his cell again to leave a msg this time, and whatta know, he answered. and said he was at subway. with his coworkers. so we agreed to meet at 1:10, because the next session started at 1:15. so i thought, okay we'll talk for 5 min tops.

well......we ended up talking for an hour about his research and his thanksgiving plans and of course he was like so good to see you, and i was like yeah. and he's like i didn't think i would ever see you again (aka what i said in my email) and so i was like well, i didn't know what to think, and maybe sometime we can get coffee even tho i don't drink coffee.but i drink tea. but isn't that funny how people say, let's go out for coffee sometime when they don't even drink it? (yeah, i was rambling.)

and he was like well think about it, i'm around, call me if you want to do that. and then he walked me out and we said goodbye. and i wanted to be natural so when i first saw him i did give him a hug, but that's what i do, i give hugs. so when we were walking down the stairs he grabbed my hand. i'm not sure if that was out of kindness or not. but it didn't last long and wasn't like intertwined or anything. and then we had another hug when we said goodbye.

So that's what's been interesting....not to mention that the Asshole just texted me asking if I had plans tonight. Which of course I don't, because I'm 90.

How's everyone's weekends looking?

No Boys Allowed

Recently, my dating life has suffered massive blows for some reason. Let's recap here:

Alex- I let him go. He was too old, and he intimidated me for some reason. After that final email, he did send me one last week asking how I have been and how the weather is. I replied because I thought it couldn't hurt, and I haven't heard back from him.


Special Agent- We've texted a few times and he drunk dialed me a couple weeks ago, but other than that, nothing much. I think what we had most in common was the trip.

Asshole- I haven't heard from him.

Yogi- We text sometimes too, and I've called him a couple of times but he never called me back. I still see him in the mornings, and he still makes me smile, but I think that's all it will ever be. He hasn't asked me to hang out with him and I haven't either.

So, given that's all the boys, I am at a standstill here. My latest thoughts are being that I should meet new boys, or let all of these boys go, so that by the time the new year hits, I'm a free agent. Sometimes I wonder if I could be without any boys, like sure I could have friends that are boys, but you know, like free of that boy. The boy you can flirt with or call or text. But, I'm beginning to think that I should try it. I mean, sure I might be a little lonely in the boy area without those ones to lean on, but ultimately, I'd be setting more time aside for myself, and that's a good thing. Plus, I won't have to put in anymore effort into said texting, calling, and flirting. I also kinda wanna do it to prove to myself that I can do it, ya know?

Do you have any boytoys or girls that you need to let go of? Or am I just a huge flirt?

Weekend Recap

Friday- I left work early due to it starting to snow. Then came home and enjoyed the house to myself for a bit, until my mom and brother and my dad came. I watched tv and read a book and then went to bed.

Saturday- I slept till 8am, then got up and read some more of my book. Then went to a volunteer appreciation event, where a national speaker was there on the gift of laughter. She made us stand up and say "heehehehehe" while moving our thumbs up and down. Trust me when I say, I felt like this had to be on a hidden camera show. Unfortunately, I was wrong. So me and my friend attempted to sneak out, only to come face to face with the director of the organization. Oops. She of course was like, why are you guys leaving?? And me, being awesome, escaped to the coat room before she could corner me. Unfortunately, the latter happened to my friend. After successfully escaping, we asked ourselves yet again why we go to these things. I told her it was because of the free food. *shrugs*

After the event, it started to snow again, so I came home to an empty house. My family had taken the dog to get groomed. I ended up laying in bed and reading for a few hours, until I finally was hungry, and made myself some dinner. Then I hung out with the family aka yelled at my mom and hung out with my dad, and went to bed.


Sunday- I slept till 8ish, got up, helped make breakfast with my mom. I was going to attend mass but it was still snowing, so I decided to tape mass on the ETWN network. I was watching said mass on the tv when I was rudely interrupted by my little brother who said he got the tv so we could watch the Broncos game. Thankfully I recorded the mass so I can watch it anytime this week. After being kicked off the tv, I played Indiana Jones on Wii and Star Wars. My point was just to go around and collect all the coins and treasures; I didn't actually want to beat the levels. After I got bored of that, I went to Babies 'R Us with M, where we shopped for the baby shower that was in like 3 hours.

I successfully bought diapers, wipes, a safari pacifier holder, some frog themed clothes and some frog washcloths. Then I ran home, wrapped everything, and put it in a pretty bag, and got my ass to the shower. I only got lost once, but thankfully my GPS knew just where to go. I was even on time. The shower was fun, filled with the typical games like measuring the mom's tummy, and remembering a bunch of baby items. I won a prize too, because I had one of the best lists of advice for the dad to be. You see, you had to take each letter of the name of the baby, JULIAN, and write something. Mine is as follows:

Just Breate
Understand your limits
Listen carefully
Investigate all baby sounds
Ask for help when needed
Never shake a baby*

*I say that in making fun of a local commercial I hear allll the freakin' time on the radio. But you still should never shake a baby, k?

After the shower, M and I caught up with a friend from h.s. that was there. She told us all about her three kids and the deadbeat dad, and her depressing life. It was pretty sad. But it sounds like she'll be okay. Finally it was like 9:30, so we all left. Sure it was fun seeing them open presents, but I have to tell you, most of the people there were either pregnant or had babies with them. It scared me out of my wits. I definitely can't imagine being pregnant at this age. Like, having a real human being inside you. Yikes. So, I came away thinking I should be good for awhile. As in, abstain from that stuff. Cuz the last thing I wanna be is a mama right now.

I slept pretty crappy last night, but thank god for some prescription ibprofen--now I'm back to normal.


How was your weekend?

Don't make me think

Sometimes I really don't like to think, ya know, because it takes too much effort. So, when I'm not thinking, I find I say some of the stupidest things ever. This past weekend I was full of dumb remarks. Don't judge.

This past weekend, when we were all working on fixing my brakes, this guy Aaron moved the portable heater near my car.

Me: What're you doing?
Him: Moving the heat closer.
Me: That's not going to melt my car is it?
(Yeah, like I said, I don't think.)

My mom was making me clean the house after she made me breakfast over the weekend.

Mom: Get the black one out of the closet.
Me: The black one? *I hold up the broom*
Mom: Yeah, that.
Me: What's this called again? I know it sweeps...it's not a sweeper though, right?
Mom: It's a broom you idiot!
(In my defense, I had slept for 10 hours the night before...maybe I had too much sleep)


My brother let me borrow his iTouch to Google the number of the tire place.

Me: Ok, I found it. How do you zoom in?
Him: Why do you need to zoom in?
Me: Oh I wanted to zoom in so I could just click the number and call them.
Him: *pauses* You know this isn't an iphone, right? It's an itouch. You can't call from it. That's why you need a real phone...You thought it was a phone didn't you?
Me: Uh, no....
(I don't get out much, what can I say?)




Maybe I should start thinking...do you say stupid stuff like I do?

Growing up

Somedays I feel like I'm an adult full of wisdom. Other days I feel like I'm still in high school and a kid afraid of the big bad real world. Sometimes I see traits of my mom in me, like when I plan everything to a T, or research things before I buy them. Other days I know I have parts of my dad within me, like when I ask a friend why they are upset and give them a hug, or always try to be on time, if not early. And somedays I wish I didn't have parts of them within me. That I didn't inherit their faults. 

After struggling with "fixing" my brakes all day on Saturday, I was frustrated, cold, and tired. I came home to find two black trash bags sitting on top of my bed. I went over and opened them up, and saw momentos from my childhood and early years. There was my old pink crocheted blanket, my ballerina trophy from my recital, there were pictures of my best friend and I sitting on the black top at recess, there were my prom dresses from junior and senior year, and my old letter jacket. And they were thrown into trash bags. I wasn't pleased, because they used to be in a plastic tub. I packed them in one before I moved out of my house and into an apartment and put it in the closet in the basement. It's been sitting there for over two years now, undisturbed. Until this weekend, that is.

Sunday morning I asked my mom why she threw all of my stuff into trash bags. "Oh, well I needed that bin for my stuff," she said. "Well, why can't I just keep this stuff downstairs in the closet? Why does it have to be in my room?" I asked. "No, no, no, I don't want any of your stuff in my house. Get it out." I was hurt by this. I mean, seriously, what parent doesn't want their kid's old stuff? I just don't get it. If I ever am a parent, I won't make my kid take all of their stuff with them. I mean, seriously, it was ONE BIN. It's not even like I was taking up the entire closet. She told my other brother who's 20, the same thing, that he needed to take his stuff with him too. It makes no sense to me. Yes, they are my things. Things she didn't need to go through btw. But is it really that much to ask that I can keep ONE BIN full of stuff at the house? It's not like my house is filled to the gills with junk. It's not at all. There's plenty of room. Maybe on a deeper level I don't want to accept that the house I grew up in is no longer my home. Maybe I don't want to grow up and part with my childhood self. But I've always known I can't be there forever and I look forward to the day when I move out and can be on my own again. Hell, I can't wait till I have my own place to call home, even if that means I'll be in debt forever.

It can just be really frustrating when you live with your parents and I think my mom is being insensitive but she got her way. My stuff is still sitting in my room, along with my luggage that she won't let me keep downstairs,  a pile of books that she won't let me put on the bookshelf, and a couple of boxes. My room is getting too crowded with all of my stuff, so I think sometime soon I'm going to get access to my P.O.D. and put it all in there. That way I can at least see my floor again.

Weekend Recap

I really don't even have to divide up the days this past weekend, because I seriously didn't do too much. Friday night, while I was tempted to go to bed at 8pm, I made it till 10pm, thanks to my book, The Men's Guide to the Women's Bathroom.

On Saturday, I literally spent hours working on my car with my uncle. You see, I did something stupid. I figured that I needed my rear brakes replaced, because winter is coming and I hate driving in the snow. So, I spent the $17 to get rear brake shoes (see, i'm so smart about my car, I even know the right words for the parts!) and took them apart, to figure out that they really didn't need to be replaced, BUT me being me, said to my uncle, "Well, I just want to make sure everything is done, I don't wanna call you up in the middle of the snow and beg you to fix something," to which he replied, "Yeah, we already have these...I've never done it before, but we might as well." Um, famous last words kids.

We were there until 11:25pm in the freakin dark freezing our asses off trying to fix the brakes. It took three men, a 12 pack of Coors Light, an adjustable light, and a portable heater to fix the gosh darn things. Then, I took it for a spin, you know, after we "fixed" them...to find out that it's not fixed. How did I know that? Oh, you know that thing, that you use when you park your car on a hill...what's that called?....ohhh, a PARKING BRAKE. Well, that DIDN'T WORK. Nope, that's a BAD sign. So I risked my life and my brothers and drove slowly home on Saturday. Then I went to bed, but didn't sleep well due to the beer and my room was freaking freezing. Like, I wore a robe, my fuzzy socks, my pjs, a hoodie, a blanket, and a comforter, and finally put on some gloves, and then I could sleep, only to wake up in the middle of the night because I was too hot. Men: it really is true, women are never satisfied.

Sunday I woke up to breakfast, watched The Proposal, complained about how my car was messed up, drove over to my uncle's, watched my cousin while he worked on my car, and spent most of the day there. I am proud to say that I know how to fix my rear brakes now, and they do work. But, now whenever I drive, I feel like my tire is all wobbly. FML.

I'm totally going to Brakes Plus this week to get a professional to look at it. And I'm going to buy some new tires on the black market. Oh, and did I mention that after all of that lovely car stuff, I came home, got in a fight with my mom (see tomorrow's post) and then stormed out of the house and went to church so I wouldn't kill her. And then I came home to find out that my mom had volunteered me (without asking of course) to drive my brother back up to school, which is about an hour each way. At like 9 o'clock at night. LOVELY. When I finally got home at like 11, I was just about to fall asleep when I got a freakin' drunk dial from Special Agent. Luckily I only listened to him for 6 minutes and 5 seconds before I feigned sleep and hung up on him. The highlight of my night though was getting to snuggle with my doggie:

Whew, I feel better already, thanks for listening to me vent. How was your weekend?

I have to let you go...

Things in the boy department have kind of tapered off lately, mostly due to my own decisions. Remember Alex? Well, a couple of weeks ago on a Friday, he called me at work. We chatted for a few minutes, and he apologized for not emailing me or calling me that week, due to work reasons. Which was fine with me, I was really busy that week anyways. We got to talking about weekend plans, and I for once, had nothing planned, nothing going on. So without thinking, I told him I wasn't going to do much, maybe go outside or go for a drive somewhere...that I had no plans. What do you think happened? He didn't miss a beat and volunteered to hang out with me. Heck, he even said he would drive, and to call him the next day.

After hanging up, I realized that I didn't even know him. I hadn't seen him in person since we met on the bus a month ago, and why would I drive in a car with him? Not a good idea. Plus, he's obviously older. So while talking to my bff about it, she made a good point--that he's gotta be looking for one thing, and that I should end it because I'm not comfortable with the whole idea of hanging out with him. Which I wasn't at all. I get myself into crazy situations like these all the time because I'm just too nice. *shakes head*


So, I figured I had two options. I could call him back at work and cancel that way. Or I could send him an e-mail. I chose the latter, because I was too chicken shit to call him back. I kept thinking, what if he shows up at my office? What if he gets angry? I have a wild imagination, what can I say? So I wrote him a very short but nice email saying that due to our age difference I didn't think it would be appropriate to hang out, but that he was a very nice person and I hope he meets some new people soon.

Of course he responded the next day and was very nice about it.

{My name},

I can understand you perfectly. I don't know how old you are vs mine, although I sincerely believe I'm older than you but I don't think it hurt to have a friend who is older than you, does it? Besides I am sure it hasn't developed to something serious. For me I don't even know whether you have boyfriend or not so I have not been thinking seriously about relationship but I know is possible if there is connection and other things work. For now I just consider you as a friend but I think you are ahead of me. Anyway, I think you are nice and like you but if that is how you feel I can understand you. This notwithstanding I wanted to meet you even if not for anything but just a friend.

If you change your mind, give me a call.

Thanks {insert my name here}.

I never replied to the e-mail, because I didn't want to lead him on. We are still friends on Facebook, which I guess I'll leave. It's not like we write on each other's walls or comment on each other's statuses or anything, so it's probably ok to keep him on there. I was going to delete him, but my bff said that would send him the message that I hate him, which I definitely don't. I just am not interested at all. I feel good about my decision to let him go...now I need to work on all the other ones. *sigh*

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Weekend Recap

Friday- I worked from home again, just because I could. Then, in the evening, my mom and I got into a fight. She basically said that I'm a bad influence on my 9-year-old brother because I say no to her, and I don't pick up things like she wants them, and I don't help my brother study. I told her she's the parent, not me, it's not my job to tutor him. I'm his sister. We argued for awhile until she said that "this just isn't working, you need to move out. You need a life." Um, I have one thanks. I asked her to wait until January, because that's when I can stop paying for my P.O.D. and look for a place to move. Of course she said no, and I basically left.

I went to my friend's house where we watched Hocus Pocus with M, and then we got addicted to watching this Ghost Hunters Live show on the Travel Channel where they were in some mental institute in West Virginia. It was lame and they never did find one, but we still watched it till 1am. I spent the night, and didn't even dream of ghosts.

Saturday- I slept till 10am, then ate lunch and watched My Life in Ruins with my friend. We played with her dog, and watched Casper the Friendly Ghost, and played trivia on demand. We finally went outside at like 5pm, took the dog for a short walk, and then I headed out. I went home, made up a costume (I was a little girl going to sleep--I wore my hair in pigtails, wore starry pjs, slippers, and held a stuffed teddy bear with me), and then headed downtown for a party, where I met up with many new and familiar faces. It was good times. After that I headed to another party closer to home, where I played darts and watched people play Rockband 2. I stayed out late, but it was a good night, considering last Monday I had no plans for Halloween whatsoever.

Sunday- I slept in, watched tv, ate cold pizza on the couch, played with the dog, watched some more tv, avoided my mother, attempted to go to church but failed, and then went to bed. Yeah, I pretty much did nothing yesterday but isn't that what Sundays are for?

Today I'm the only one in the office, it's mildly unsettling, but I've managed to take up most of the day doing mundane tasks.


How was your weekend? Did you dress up for Halloween?