Well it's been an interesting week to say the least. Last Saturday when Carrie and I grabbed some food at Wilde Roast there was a bit of apprehensiveness about going there because my most recent ex-boyfriend is their head chef. I figured he'd be working, and I'm not sure what prompted us to go there. We were hungry for a light sandwich, and after some indecisiveness I ended up convincing myself that it's no big deal. I live in the neighborhood and, whatever, it's been since around September since I've seen him. I should be able to go into his work establishment, right? I kind-of felt like a stalker showing up there. Plus we'd been e-mailing a little and I was the last one to e-mail, which was like two or so weeks ago. In our awkward conversation he told me that, "I've been meaning to e-mail you." I told him I was over it, which is obviously not the case, or I wouldn't have shown up at his work. See, the problem is that I haven't had any new guy to completely take him off my mind. I'm used to having a back-up man. But my back-up is seeing someone else, leaving me back-upless. And I wasn't even that upset when he ended it! In fact, I was more mad at myself at my failed attempts to end the relationship earlier. It's not like there weren't any red lights. He was a little neurotic and even his sexuality was questionable. He loves Queer Eye for the Straight Guy and he'd made statements like "Harry Connick, Jr. is such a hottie" referring to his stint on Will and Grace. I mean, I've been down that road before. Another ex of mine loved watching old tapes of Liberace and in the end admitted to granting another man a blow job.
Whatever, the food was good and apparently he's becoming quite the success as he will be appearing on Kare 11 and making an entree on the morning show with Pat Evans and Roxanne Battle. It's not unusual for my ex's to become successful once we're over. One of my ex's is a dentist, another a scores music for movies and commercials(when we dated he was a recent graduate from Berkeley Music School and delivering newspapers).
Then this past Tuesday another ex (we're still friends - as much as you can be with an ex) took me out for dinner. I found out that the reason that he'd been even more selfish and distant than usual in the past several months was because he was back on smack. But now he's in a methodone program. We know the fare at Psycho Suzie's is scrumptious, but the conversation left much to be desired after he had dropped that little bomb. Oh, and then on Thursday "the love of his life" (whom he still had a relationship with) was murdered. So I've been trying to support him as best I can. It's quite tragic and in lots of newspapers. It's so horrible and guns suck!!!! I haven't had a "love of my life," but I think finding out that the person was murdered would be completely unbearable.
And on a lighter note, on Friday while Carrie and I were out at the CC Club (we were supposed to go to the Turf Club, but there was a long line to see Faux Jean)I ran into an old, old ex-boyfriend. We dated when I was in college, about seven or so years ago. He was (and still is) very funny and completely neurotic. For a Valentine's Day he gave me the romantic gift of sea monkeys. He's a Cancer (I'm a Sagitarius) and we weren't compatible because he is so sensitive and I'm a sarcastic ass(especially to those I care about). We had a great time catching up though, and he remembered details like my middle and last name (I didn't even remember his last) and my birthday! We exchanged numbers and I got his dating card which states, "How you doing?" His name and under that "Chicks dig me." It's very funny; I guess you can get these free business cards online. Whatever, perhaps I can have some fun before I possibly move out of the country. Even better, perhaps I can win the bet!
-Melanie
Sunday, January 30, 2005
Sunday, January 23, 2005
Lazy Saturday
Melanie and I awoke to a sunny Saturday. The streets were filled with snow - we had to play the Snow Emergency game and move our cars at 9 in the morning. We met up with Vanhtha for breakfast/brunch/lunch at Maria's in south Mpls. It is a cute place. The fare is Columbian - complete with a cute crooner with a guitar. Melanie's toes curled as cutie pie lowered his voice and whispered sweet Spanish into the mic. She thinks it's a sign - that she for sure has to go to South America. Or maybe that she just needs a rock star to whisper in her ear every morning. :)
We spent the rest of the afternoon as bums - but emerged from our hibernation for a yummy dinner at the Wilde Roast Cafe. The food was great - and the atmosphere was definitely comfortable. After dinner we made a stop at Grumpy's for a beer and some darts. Grumpy's was pretty uneventful - so we headed home early.
Just as we stepped into Melanie's apartment - NorthernGuy called. We met up (yes, Melanie - the trooper - even came out - to thwart off the uncomfortable first meeting in a crowded bar) at Psycho Suzies. NG is a nice guy. He's interesting, and he'll probably be a good guy to hang out with once in awhile. And that's it.
I guess even party girls like me and Melanie need to have a lazy day once in awhile. Save our energy for the next big night.
We spent the rest of the afternoon as bums - but emerged from our hibernation for a yummy dinner at the Wilde Roast Cafe. The food was great - and the atmosphere was definitely comfortable. After dinner we made a stop at Grumpy's for a beer and some darts. Grumpy's was pretty uneventful - so we headed home early.
Just as we stepped into Melanie's apartment - NorthernGuy called. We met up (yes, Melanie - the trooper - even came out - to thwart off the uncomfortable first meeting in a crowded bar) at Psycho Suzies. NG is a nice guy. He's interesting, and he'll probably be a good guy to hang out with once in awhile. And that's it.
I guess even party girls like me and Melanie need to have a lazy day once in awhile. Save our energy for the next big night.
Saturday, January 22, 2005
Riding in Station Wagons with Boys
Most people probably decided to rent movies and cuddle up inside last night. Not us. We are die hards when it comes to the local scene. We both left work pretty much right away. Melanie went home to take a nap, and I . . . well I had made plans to meet up with a relatively new guy - let's name him Parker. Anyway, through a SNOWSTORM and unplowed highways, I traveled in my '95 Cavalier to meet Parker. We met 1/2 way (he coming from MPLS - me from home) - we ended up in Fridley. .yadda yadda yadda . . . he's not the best kisser I've ever encountered.
Melanie's explanation of yadda yadda yadda: First I was a little shocked that she decided to even meet the dude after he had been quite explicit with his description of what he wanted to do once he met Carrie. But, I guess that's just me being the overprotective friend. So their "meeting" took place in his station wagon. Appartently Parker isn't big into public places. However, he did treat Carrie to some Miller Light (cans) after she needed some proof that the boy was of age. I guess he looked all of 19. Anywho, she tells me that he's a "really nice, normal guy" - interesting that she had to include the word "normal" in her account of the evening.
SO - after sending P on his way to MEXICO - he's in a wedding there tonight?? Maybe - not sure how truthful this boy is yet. . . I continued on my treacherous path to NE to meet up with Melanie. She was IN BED! So as she got be-utified for our trip to GRUMPY'S, I called yet another new(er) guy - let's name him NorthernGuy. NG and I had emailed back and forth - but had not yet conversed. It was good. He seems really intelligent - enjoys the local music scene - and is interesting to talk to.
When Melanie was beautiful, we headed out in snow up to our shins to Dusty's - to fill our bellies with HOT DAGO. I think it was "Bring your PARTNER" night at Dusty's. . . .we fit in just fine. Grumpy's was PACKED for a blizzard night! We sat at the bar - called Vanhtha to join us (after his Becker Furniture World audition) and enjoyed a pitcher of Stella whilst checking out the locals STILL streaming in. Stinky Matt was there. . .but with new friends. Stinky(Cute) Nick wasn't there, and when asked, Matt didn't seem impressed that we cared.
We did play darts. Vanhtha was pretty good for a guy who "doesn't play darts.". . .Melanie and I also challanged (and beat) cute stocking cap boy and his friend to a game before they stepped out into the cold. (Vanhtha was the BEST guy friend - he pretended - I mean he ACTED - like he was our Special (and by special - I mean - SPECIAL - drool and everything) friend - could have even been our Special Adopted Lao Brother.
The night ended with us manuvering our way out of the new snow drift - and heading back to Melanie's for junk food, diet cokes, and deep conversation with Landlord Bill.
All in all - a good time was had by all - and no, No Kamikazes yet.
Melanie's explanation of yadda yadda yadda: First I was a little shocked that she decided to even meet the dude after he had been quite explicit with his description of what he wanted to do once he met Carrie. But, I guess that's just me being the overprotective friend. So their "meeting" took place in his station wagon. Appartently Parker isn't big into public places. However, he did treat Carrie to some Miller Light (cans) after she needed some proof that the boy was of age. I guess he looked all of 19. Anywho, she tells me that he's a "really nice, normal guy" - interesting that she had to include the word "normal" in her account of the evening.
SO - after sending P on his way to MEXICO - he's in a wedding there tonight?? Maybe - not sure how truthful this boy is yet. . . I continued on my treacherous path to NE to meet up with Melanie. She was IN BED! So as she got be-utified for our trip to GRUMPY'S, I called yet another new(er) guy - let's name him NorthernGuy. NG and I had emailed back and forth - but had not yet conversed. It was good. He seems really intelligent - enjoys the local music scene - and is interesting to talk to.
When Melanie was beautiful, we headed out in snow up to our shins to Dusty's - to fill our bellies with HOT DAGO. I think it was "Bring your PARTNER" night at Dusty's. . . .we fit in just fine. Grumpy's was PACKED for a blizzard night! We sat at the bar - called Vanhtha to join us (after his Becker Furniture World audition) and enjoyed a pitcher of Stella whilst checking out the locals STILL streaming in. Stinky Matt was there. . .but with new friends. Stinky(Cute) Nick wasn't there, and when asked, Matt didn't seem impressed that we cared.
We did play darts. Vanhtha was pretty good for a guy who "doesn't play darts.". . .Melanie and I also challanged (and beat) cute stocking cap boy and his friend to a game before they stepped out into the cold. (Vanhtha was the BEST guy friend - he pretended - I mean he ACTED - like he was our Special (and by special - I mean - SPECIAL - drool and everything) friend - could have even been our Special Adopted Lao Brother.
The night ended with us manuvering our way out of the new snow drift - and heading back to Melanie's for junk food, diet cokes, and deep conversation with Landlord Bill.
All in all - a good time was had by all - and no, No Kamikazes yet.
Saturday, January 08, 2005
man hater
What Carrie didn't mention last night was that while chatting with LB, he actually called me a "man hater." Simply because I suggested she take his hat that he'd left and burn it or clean the toilets with it. Something. (She was thinking about sending it to him.) Even Carrie has suggested that I may be a bit negative or cynical when it comes to the whole dating front.
Cynical, me? On my 16th birthday my mother gave me a lovely plaque that stated, "When it comes to tires or testicals, you're bound to have problems with it." This coming from a woman who after being married to my father for 37 years decided she couldn't be married to him for one moment longer.
Today, on my way to my mother's, my car broke down. My plan was to help her take down her plastic Christmas tree, do my laundry (the joys of renting), eat her food and go home. When I started my baby this morning, she didn't want to go. But with my gentle caresses and sweet talk I was able to rev her up. So I'm heading down 35W S and noticed the battery light was on. I then noticed that the heat wasn't working. Interesting that driving with no heat on a 16 degree day seems decent enough to continue. I then noticed that my thermostat needle showed that my car was hot, really hot, over the "h" hot. I knew this was no good and decided that I should call someone. Oops, forgot the cell phone. So now it was me against the engine. I almost won too; I was only 2 miles away from my mother's place in Lakeville when I hit a long red light. My baby died in the middle of an intersection. R.I.P. Mazda 626
Were there warning signs that my car was headed for a break-down? Well, there was that one extremley loud squeaking noise it made. But that was just because it's so cold out. Oh, it also started to make that sound when I turned right, or left or when I pushed on the gas pedal, but still. Where am I going with this? The plaque given to me was right on. Men are like cars in that there are usually warning signs. What we choose to do with these warning signs is up to us. I've been guilty of going forward with some real dooseys.
See, I really don't think I'm a man hater, I just don't think men are all that complex when it comes to finding a mate. They want to get the most "woman" they can possibly get with their given traits. Example: a 300 lb man working at SA probably won't end up with a super model, but he's still going to try to get the best woman he thinks he deserves. Along the way he may even screw over a real nice one for a prettier one who hopefully ends up hurting him. Want even better Karma? The nice one has moved on and is hotter than ever.
Last night my friend and I saw the movie Closer. My friend thought it was disgusting, and I thought it was really sexy. The movie made me realize that I wasn't ready to quit smoking. No sex: ok, no cigarettes: ok, no sex and cigarettes: NOT OK. It's a good thing I did buy a pack last night or else the whole car breaking down thing would have been a much bigger issue. Anyway, so the movie goes like this: Judd is dating Natalie, the waitress/ex-stripper. He then meets Julia, the photographer and wants her. But Julia says, no, you're living with another woman. Then Julia starts dating a man, and then decides that it's ok to start fucking Judd. Makes sense. Anyways, they all swap partners and in the end the ones who were originally screwed over by their partners seem happier, if not, wiser. Where's this leading to? It supports my theory that men want the most bang for their buck. I hate cliches, but there it is. What kind of man would leave Natalie for Julia? Answer: a really hot man who can do that.
So do I hate men? No. I simply don't take much stock in their words, it's more action. "I'll call you" means shit until he does. "I've never felt like this before" means at least not since a week or so ago, and "I'm busy" means I'm too much of a coward to say no.
The man (and car) hater -
Melanie
Cynical, me? On my 16th birthday my mother gave me a lovely plaque that stated, "When it comes to tires or testicals, you're bound to have problems with it." This coming from a woman who after being married to my father for 37 years decided she couldn't be married to him for one moment longer.
Today, on my way to my mother's, my car broke down. My plan was to help her take down her plastic Christmas tree, do my laundry (the joys of renting), eat her food and go home. When I started my baby this morning, she didn't want to go. But with my gentle caresses and sweet talk I was able to rev her up. So I'm heading down 35W S and noticed the battery light was on. I then noticed that the heat wasn't working. Interesting that driving with no heat on a 16 degree day seems decent enough to continue. I then noticed that my thermostat needle showed that my car was hot, really hot, over the "h" hot. I knew this was no good and decided that I should call someone. Oops, forgot the cell phone. So now it was me against the engine. I almost won too; I was only 2 miles away from my mother's place in Lakeville when I hit a long red light. My baby died in the middle of an intersection. R.I.P. Mazda 626
Were there warning signs that my car was headed for a break-down? Well, there was that one extremley loud squeaking noise it made. But that was just because it's so cold out. Oh, it also started to make that sound when I turned right, or left or when I pushed on the gas pedal, but still. Where am I going with this? The plaque given to me was right on. Men are like cars in that there are usually warning signs. What we choose to do with these warning signs is up to us. I've been guilty of going forward with some real dooseys.
See, I really don't think I'm a man hater, I just don't think men are all that complex when it comes to finding a mate. They want to get the most "woman" they can possibly get with their given traits. Example: a 300 lb man working at SA probably won't end up with a super model, but he's still going to try to get the best woman he thinks he deserves. Along the way he may even screw over a real nice one for a prettier one who hopefully ends up hurting him. Want even better Karma? The nice one has moved on and is hotter than ever.
Last night my friend and I saw the movie Closer. My friend thought it was disgusting, and I thought it was really sexy. The movie made me realize that I wasn't ready to quit smoking. No sex: ok, no cigarettes: ok, no sex and cigarettes: NOT OK. It's a good thing I did buy a pack last night or else the whole car breaking down thing would have been a much bigger issue. Anyway, so the movie goes like this: Judd is dating Natalie, the waitress/ex-stripper. He then meets Julia, the photographer and wants her. But Julia says, no, you're living with another woman. Then Julia starts dating a man, and then decides that it's ok to start fucking Judd. Makes sense. Anyways, they all swap partners and in the end the ones who were originally screwed over by their partners seem happier, if not, wiser. Where's this leading to? It supports my theory that men want the most bang for their buck. I hate cliches, but there it is. What kind of man would leave Natalie for Julia? Answer: a really hot man who can do that.
So do I hate men? No. I simply don't take much stock in their words, it's more action. "I'll call you" means shit until he does. "I've never felt like this before" means at least not since a week or so ago, and "I'm busy" means I'm too much of a coward to say no.
The man (and car) hater -
Melanie
Where the Boys Are
OK! After been given the ol' heave Ho by Lobster Boy on Wed. night - guess who we ran into at Grumpy's??? Ok, to be fair, we were actually eating at Mill City Cafe - and on the way back to Melanie's I did a "drive by" - and thought - hey! Might that be LB's vehicle?? Once returning to Melanie's I told her that his truck MAY have been there - but I couldn't tell for sure - I thought it more PINK in color. Well, this was all she needed to hear. . . .OF COURSE we're going to check it out! We did, and we came to the consensus - that MAYBE that was his - let's go have ONE beer while we wait for our evening to start (went to Back Alley Gallery in St. Paul to see little bro's poster show). . . ANYWAY. .was it his truck? YES! He was there. . .we were there. .Melanie thought for sure he saw us. . . . me, I wanted to throw up. .no longer liked the idea of coming in for a beer. Melanie suggested we go play a game of darts - we did . . with two guys who were "hangin" near the dartboards. We played some darts - twas a little bit fun - however the feeling of wanting to throw up was still present. While playing, LB walked by us on his way to the bathroom. When he came out - we made eyecontact - and talked for about 1/2 an hour. Nothin good really came of the conversation - except that I have some closure. He's not really into going out - and was too scared to say that in the multiple conversations we had had since the day we met. I guess LB just proves that most guys are jerks, and that I'm too good for them! I did thank him for the slap of reality - and the welcome back into the dating world. Melanie's falling asleep. .and I need to be in St. Cloud for Desi's wedding in less than 7 hours! GOOD NIGHT CRUEL WORLD!
Thursday, January 06, 2005
Stood Up
Ok, here is the big "Welcome Back to the World of Singletons!" Met this guy - let's call him "Lobster Boy" - met him at Grumpy's whilst celebrating Melanie's birthday. (Red Flag #1 - he was with a friend, who flirted w/ Melanie - and turns out to be married.) - Anyway. . Lobster Boy and I kinda hit it off - and yadda yadda yadda - he came back to Melanie's place with us. Long story short - Melanie pretty much passed out right away -and Lobster Boy and I had a very innocent few hours or so of small talk and getting to know each other - yadda yadda yadda - he went home at 7:30 in the morning. LB seemed very genuine, he seemed as shy and awkward as I did about this first "date?", said all the right things - he wanted to get together - but wanted to make sure I was ready - blah blah blah. OK - so I called him - left a message - called again - talked to him - because of holidays he was really busy at work - but would like to get together after the first of the year. FUN! Yay! right? well, we were supposed to get together last night (afternoon) after he got off of work - he didn't even CALL! NO CALL even! I called and left a message - with my last comment being - "I get it." - but what the heck??? He seemed so GREAT! So genuine! So SWEET! So gentle! Am I THAT bad of a judge of character?? This truly makes me nervous. I would have NEVER guessed that he would ditch me like this - am I doomed to always think the good things -and not notice the crappy guys????
Well - wish me luck - I think I'm going to need it! Poor poor me!
Well - wish me luck - I think I'm going to need it! Poor poor me!
Sunday, January 02, 2005
about last night
So Carrie and I were going to have a mellow night considering that Sunday was our last day of break and we didn't want to have a hangover. We went to Vanhtha's to play a little hold'em and I was quite happy that I wasn't beat right away. In fact I beat Vanhtha. Vanhtha's goal is to quit teaching and become a professional poker player. The teaching thing is temporary for me as well - it's just until I get my super-model career going.
So after leaving Vanhtha's we decided to do a drive by. Grumpy's did seem a little hopping, so we decided to go in, for one beer. We were warmly greeted by the bartender and decided to have one pitcher. Hey, we're teachers and always wanting to get the most for our dollar. The ratio of men to women was in our favor and we were enjoying the beer. There was also some free entertainment. A women in what looked to be early 40's was making the rounds. I witnessed her kissing at least four men and hanging on about a dozen. Carrie and I agreed that if this were ever us, the other would take that person into the parking lot and shoot them dead.
So we were getting ready to leave and some young lads asked us if we were interested in shooting darts. Being the gracious Minnesotans, we accepted. We teamed up in every way possible and the only consistent thing was that I was always the loser. I suck at any form of competition. So we were enjoying ourselves and as the night came to an end we were preparing to part ways.
Some other guys from another table who had been eye-balling us throughout the evening approached us. One guy asked Carrie if we knew the guys we were playing darts with and she said we'd just met. Then the guy approached me and asked if I "smelled that." "That" being the smell of our dart buddies. I did notice they were a bit ripe, and said I did smell the odor. He then suggested we go home with him and his friends. I guess this was supposed to be a compliment of some sorts, but the guy was simply an ass. Does this work for men? Do they simply think they can be walking out the door of a bar and say, "Wanna come home with me?" and we'll swoon? Get your coat Carrie, we got a live one. Whatever. This, among many other reasons, is why I will continue to be single. And happy about it - damn it.
- Melanie
So after leaving Vanhtha's we decided to do a drive by. Grumpy's did seem a little hopping, so we decided to go in, for one beer. We were warmly greeted by the bartender and decided to have one pitcher. Hey, we're teachers and always wanting to get the most for our dollar. The ratio of men to women was in our favor and we were enjoying the beer. There was also some free entertainment. A women in what looked to be early 40's was making the rounds. I witnessed her kissing at least four men and hanging on about a dozen. Carrie and I agreed that if this were ever us, the other would take that person into the parking lot and shoot them dead.
So we were getting ready to leave and some young lads asked us if we were interested in shooting darts. Being the gracious Minnesotans, we accepted. We teamed up in every way possible and the only consistent thing was that I was always the loser. I suck at any form of competition. So we were enjoying ourselves and as the night came to an end we were preparing to part ways.
Some other guys from another table who had been eye-balling us throughout the evening approached us. One guy asked Carrie if we knew the guys we were playing darts with and she said we'd just met. Then the guy approached me and asked if I "smelled that." "That" being the smell of our dart buddies. I did notice they were a bit ripe, and said I did smell the odor. He then suggested we go home with him and his friends. I guess this was supposed to be a compliment of some sorts, but the guy was simply an ass. Does this work for men? Do they simply think they can be walking out the door of a bar and say, "Wanna come home with me?" and we'll swoon? Get your coat Carrie, we got a live one. Whatever. This, among many other reasons, is why I will continue to be single. And happy about it - damn it.
- Melanie
New Year's Eve
New Year's Eve started out a little rocky. I did something to my back - that caused me to be uncomfortable in any position after about 5 min - so our plan of going to 7th Street Entry / First Avenue was not looking so hot for me. We changed plans - Turf Club (Get Up Johns & Accident Clearinghouse). We were up until 5 am the night before - so with little sleep - we power shopped for the perfect outfits for our night on the town. With stores closing early due to the holiday - we struggled - and crabbiness soon took over - threatening to ruin our night before it even started. Melanie assured me that we could find something for me in her closet - so I gave in - and we decided to eat. We ate at the Macaroni Grill in Rosedale - not very glamourous - but it was yummy! We sat at the bar - and were in and out in 45 minutes! Running back to Melanie's place in NE Mpls, we DID find a great top for me - ended up in jeans - but what the hell - we were going to the Turf Club!
We got to the Turf Club at the perfect time - we got a table - and all was good. Vanhtha showed up for "one drink" - and yadda yadda yadda we left about 1am - on the hunt for food. We first tried Dusty's for HOT DAGOs - but the soldier/waitress/bartender with a dental plan was not having that! No way were we getting HOT DAGO at 1:30 in the morning! Dejected - we headed back to NE - and ordered pizza.
All-in-all it was a great evening - the best to come of it - a Pinky Swear between friends - and Melanie does not need to buy drinks - at least not this week.
Carrie
A New Year
This blog is our way of celebrating our new year - and our fresh start. We are two thirtysomething friends who have been having so much fun and adventure that we knew we had to share it with the rest of the world.
A quick look to how we got here:
Carrie
On April 15th of 2004 I found out that my husband of 5 years had been cheating on me. Not only did he cheat - but she was pregnant. For the past 8 months I have been trying to save my marriage, trying to deal with his lies, and ultimately trying to deal with the possibility of having this kid in my life (results from DNA test expected any day now). Somewhere in Nov. I realized that the lies and hurt were not stopping - and that only I could stop them - by leaving. I have filed for divorce - and have never been happier!
I have been re-discovering myself. My brother, Lon, even said he likes me again - I'm turning back into the Carrie he used to know and love. That's cool. I'm excited to get out on my own. I'm excited to start living life again - and I vow to myself that I will never again lose who I am.
Melanie
Overall 2004 was a decent year. Good on the work, family and friendship part - pathetic on the relationship front. I was in Austin, TX last year at this time. It was quite fun considering I've never been there and I love live music. I'm always a little leery of the South, but Austin sounded like a place I needed to see. I was with a friend who can sort of be a bore at times. She's nice, but rarely shocks or even surprises. I also went to Atlanta with a friend during spring break. I traveled there with an ex and after that trip it was completely obvious that we would not go back on the dating road. He's nice too, but a bit predictable. He's a Capicorn. I know, but I still think it matters. We did have fun at a Brave's game, except for the "Tomahawk Chop" - it was just a bit creepy.
This past summer I went to Ireland with a friend (the one I went to Austin with). I had an amazing time - plus I was out of my element with the whole driving on the opposite side of the road. I hadn't driven a stick in some time, but it was really fun. We got to see a lot of the south coast of Ireland. It's so beautiful there. I met me mum in England for a week after that and we had a super time. I love my mommy. In fact I want a tattoo of mom somewhere on my body, but so far I haven't received a real positive response about the idea. Anyways, me mum and I did some touristy things, shopped a ton, and went to a hilarious show. It was some abridged version of the Bible. It cracked me up, even my mom enjoyed it and she goes to church!
So I started teaching again this fall, which has been good. I'm not an amazing teacher, but I'm working on it. I love teaching ESL and in fact am considering teaching abroad next year. I've registered for a recruiting fair in Iowa. I'd love to go to Latin America and hone on my Spanish skills. I have two nieces and one is from Guatemala and I'd love to teach her some Spanish. Plus I just think it would be an amazing experience.
The boy front was weak to say the least this year. I started off messing around with an ex and that finally came to an end. I tried the internet dating, which was humorous to say the least. Met a few nice boys. One I ended up dating for about three months this summer. He's a chef, and in a band (+), but his name is Jason. This was like Jason #5 and the odds were against us. It was fun (most of the time) while it lasted.
So Carrie is a friend and co-worker. She's been through a lot of shit this year and I'm happy that we've gotten close over the last year. She's hilarious and it's been fun going out with another single gal who appreciates my humor. I've got some great friends, but they're married and what not. So whatever, I have to go. My mommy is buying me a DVD player today. Apparently these are not a fleeting trend, so I'll bite. Later!
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