Foto Friday - Birthday List Edition!

Jesus and I have something in common, other than our belief in God....We share the same birthday (don't get into the whole, Jesus was actually born in June crap, because for all intensive purposes, his birthday is celebrated the same day mine is, on December 25).  Since this 'special' day is only 25 days away, I've decided to share my Birthday (Christmas) List with you! This has NOTHING to do with the fact that my mom can't click a link and find the correct product online, nothing at all....


Pink Leopard iPad 2 Cover $65





Abigail Buffalo Plaid Apron $40





LeSportsac Weekender $108





Kate Spade Wallet





Sperry Rain Boot Socks $35























Of course anything Kate Spade or sparkly will work and gift cards are always an option...J.Crew, Starbucks, Sephora, Amazon, you get the idea...Happy shopping!

LDR's SUCK

Being in a long distance relationship is by far the hardest thing I’ve ever done.  It’s about a thousand times harder than I ever thought it would be, and it is emotionally draining to the point of physical exhaustion.  I spontaneously burst into tears, to the point where I took 3 quizzes all entitled along the lines of  “Am I depressed?” (for the record, no I’m not, WebMD, DepressedTest and Health.com told me so)…apparently I’m just sad.

What makes this even harder is that I find myself getting angry with golfer and none of this is really his fault. He is in Florida working, it’s his job and I get that…but it’s sunny and beautiful and he’s starting a new chapter in his life, one that is going to basically skyrocket his career…he’ll be able to work/play anywhere he wants after he puts in his two years in Florida.  So why am I mad at him?  I wish I had the answer.  I feel like everything I come up with, points to me.

I don’t call him often, because A. I don’t like talking on the phone and B. He doesn’t really have a schedule, and I’m trying so hard not to be the girlfriend who calls/texts all the time when he’s out on the golf course or hanging out with his roommates. So I just don’t call.  Then I think about the fact that I’m not calling and think that he’s going to think I don’t care by not reaching out and I make myself so conflicted that I cry. Yes, I know he can call me, but in all the time we’ve been together, I think he’s called me twice, once was to ask me if I wanted to go to a UFC fight and the other was to find out if I was actually having a heart attack on the side of the road  after texting him about almost hitting a deer.  We’re just not phone people and I don’t know how to fix that.

It doesn’t help that I really don’t know what I want to be doing with my life.  I know what I enjoy doing, but I don’t know how to turn all of those things into a career.  What I do know, is that I’m not going to be an indentured servant forever and I need to figure a way out. Preferably a way that leads to the Miami area so I can stop being a lunatic who cries whenever she’s not in front of people. (Does it make me any less crazy, acknowledging that I’m crazy?)I can’t even begin to type out the conversations I’ve had with my best friend K about the issue.  I would surely be committed.

I guess it’s time for me to do what I do best, and start making a spreadsheet and a plan.

The "Talk"

This is Golfers last week in NJ (it's actually his last three days since he leaves Friday, but I may still slightly be in denial).  I went over Monday night after work and was intercepted as I was changing into sweatpants by his mother, who started her conversation with, "Everyone at work is asking how you're doing with this whole thing...and I just start crying before I tell them I don't really know.  Are you okay?" (mind you she's sobbing me telling me the story about sobbing) of course, me being me, burst into tears as well and the two of us stood in Golfer's room hugging and crying for a solid three minutes.  This was a the first time anyone in his immediate family brought up the move to me and what it meant and what was going to happen...which kind of threw me for a loop, I honestly didn't think anyone was ever going to talk about it and it was going to be my responsibility to bring it up.

Golfer knowing me as well as he does, was prepared with white wine on hand and had a glass waiting for me as I sobbed with my head on his chest while watching Dancing With The Stars and the debate (it's amazing what a boyfriend will do for you once you start to cry, I must remember this).  After the crying subsided, and much more wine was consumed (Golfer's sister made me the 'bottle straw' seen below) I decided to have 'the talk'.  You know the one, what are we doing? What do you want? Etc.


Not sure why this is sideways



It went something to this effect:

"Babe, what are we doing?  What do you want for us?"
"I want you in FL, I think we have something really good here, but I realize how unfair it is to ask you to move."
"But you telling me what your ideal situation is, isn't asking me to move, if I move, it will be my decision..."
"Okay, then ideally I would want you in FL next year."
"Okay, then I should probably start looking for jobs and a roommate"
"A roommate?  Are you serious?"
"Well [my little brother] lives down there and he's in a 3 bedroom condo, so maybe I can live with him for a little while...."
"Why wouldn't you live with me?"
(cue uncomfortable laughter)
"Because I don't really think I want to live with someone before I'm engaged...there's a higher divorce rate and I only plan on being married once, so...."
"Seriously?"
"Kind of"
"Well at least we have some time to figure this one out"
"Also, eventually I want kids, and I'm not starting a family in FL"
"Because it's not NJ, or because it's FL?"
"I don't have to 'settle' in NJ, but I need seasons, so I'm sure as hell not settling in FL"
"Okay"
"But I'm also not living in FL for years, and then having kids when I'm 45"
"Baby, when you're 45, I'll be in  my 50's"

......does this mean I'm moving to FL and need to find a job and a roommate?

Furthermore, in yet another teary eyed conversation, his mother asked what we were doing...I said we're trying to figure that out, we just talked about it the night before.  His grandmother was confused as to why we didn't get married before we left...and his mother kept telling me she keeps praying we end up together despite FL...and then she slid in that we needed a two bedroom condo in FL, so she had somewhere to stay when she visited. Tomorrow and Friday should be very interesting days with the whole family saying their goodbyes...I'm still not sure how I'm going to fair. But I packed a personal wine supply for the next two days...and on my lunch break I'm going to try to find a long curly straw.

Psychic Saturday

Sometimes you need a psychic to tell you what you already know.  Sometimes she gives you the closure you need or the answer you were looking for.  Sometimes she even cracks you up in the process.  My experience with Sara on Saturday was all of those things.  My ½ hour reading turned into an hour and fifteen minute reading because my “spirits were cracking her up” and “they love you a lot, they’re telling me not to stop”, which was of course fine by me. 

She knew my boyfriend was ½ Irish with an “Irish Catholic mother” and that he was a great guy because of “how he treats his sister, his dogs and the cat that he doesn’t even really like”.  She was also convinced that she and I were the same person in another life.  A first?  Definitely.   She knew about FL and asked “What the hell is going on with you and Florida?” and then she said “Wait, you need to calm down, everything is going to be fine.  He’s going to miss you, not forget you and even though he knows he loves you, he needs this to realize you’re the one.  Men are a little slower figuring these things out.”  She confirmed that I will not be getting engaged before he leaves, but I will be married in three years, which still is before my 30^th birthday, so I’m okay with that.  She knew some other crazy stuff, for instance she said “What did you say to your boyfriend after your first date?  The spirits are laughing and told me I would think it was funny.”  (The answer of course was me saying “Thank you for being normal” to him). 

I love my psychic Sara, and if any of you are considering going to a psychic, or have had bad experiences in the past, I encourage you to give it another shot, you have to find a psychic that you ‘click’ with and put your faith into the reading in order for it to be successful.

Foto Friday - Psychic Convo Edition

Since today is "Evaluate Your Life Day" (no, I didn't make that up) I decided I was going to observe the holiday by visiting my psychic tomorrow.  Here's what happened when I told golfer about the psychic (in photos):

Trust me when I tell you, he will be the FIRST person to ask me how it went.

It's been forever

It's been forever since I've written in here and trust me when I say I have a lot to write about.  Golfer leaves in exactly 9 days for Florida, basically permanently. The question everyone keeps asking me is "What does that mean for you?" Well that's a touchy subject, since when I brought it up 2 weeks ago, I got out a few words "I'm a selfish b*tch and don't want you to go" and he got out a few coherent thoughts "I don't want to lose you" "I hate that I'm making you this upset" and "Is there anything in Florida for you".  I then tried to be an eight grader and bring it up via text message, thinking if he doesn't see me cry, maybe he'll be more open and that was an epic fail.  Now we're at a stalemate and no one will bring it up and I'm in crisis mode because he's leaving in a week and I still don't know what that means for me. End rant.  But seriously...What does it mean for me?  I hate being hot, I hate summer and I hate sweating if I'm not working out.  But I'm also in an awful living situation up here, I hate my job and I'm totally head over heels in love with him.  I know he loves me, but will he love me when I'm extra freckled from too much sun exposure, have gross nappy, frizzy, semi blonde hair from the sun and sand AND am poor because I'd be taking a 55% pay cut to move down there AND have to pay rent.   I check my horoscope daily and on Monday, this was my weekly horoscope:

Okay, I gave matters a rest on Monday.  My "hopes" are that he proposes and the decision is basically made for me...If we're getting married, I would have to go!  But that's delusional me talking and I'm trying to approach this as a rational version of myself, which is actually a lot more difficult than it sounds.  I actually wrote a ridiculous email to a friend from college, who I haven't seen since I graduated, but she is one of the smartest, wittiest people I know AND she's head over heels in love, married to one of our mutual friends and wouldn't steer me in the wrong direction.   Here's a tidbit of our conversation:

Me: Hey, [name]! This is probably the most random Facebook message you'll receive all day, but you're on a long car ride and I appreciate your POV, which I seem to need. My boyfriend (of 7 months) was supposed to go to Key Largo for 6 months for work (he's a golfer and works out of a really exclusive club down there for the winter). We had it figured out that I would go down 2 or 3 times, because he can't take time off and when he found a "home club" in the DC area, I would move down there and finally get into political consulting/PR.

Well of course nothing is easy, and his boss now wants to keep him on year round and with a two year commitment. He wants me down there (he stressed not right away) and asked "if there was anything job wise down there for me"...since I hate my job up here, I can't imagine anything worse is waiting for me in the Miami area. The real problem I'm having is that if one of my friends was in my place, I would be telling them they are out of their mind for moving for a guy...and if a ring isn't involved, he's not serious about them, but I'm also not one to demand a ring. I love him....but HATE the heat, frizzy hair and sweating, at the same time, I'm not ready to lose him over frizzy hair. I wouldn't be moving until next summer, but I don't think I'll be okay with him leaving without a plan in place. Help please?
Hope you and [husband] are having a safe and incident free trip so far!

Her: OK well some random from elementary school I boxed me to inquire about my skincare regiment three days ago so sorry, she's got you beat!

You should first know that [husband] and I had our first date Apr 16,2009 and I moved to Charlotte (alone) on Aug 15, 2009 and so we were long distance almost from the jump. We didn't move in together until a few months after we got engaged but we dated 1 year, got engaged for a year and were married 2 years on the anniversary of our first date...so my perspective is skewed toward love is quick and you either know as in "know" that its there or its not. We hate Charlotte and being away but we love each other and it was best for my career and David can work anywhere.

It seems the same situation kind of. I wouldn't move your life for a guy u like...they're a dime a dozen...but for a guy you love I would 5 mins ago, its once in a lifetime. I'm not a believer in ultimatum like, "I'll only do this for a ring..." but bc the ring conversation shouldn't hinge on anything... at the same time I'm saying only move for LOVE like in ur gut love, once in a lifetime love, and honey when there's that kind of love..there of course will be a ring.

The bottom line is that this weekend one of us has to say something and I'm going to go out on a limb and say it's going to be me :- /

In other news, I'm seeing my psychic on Saturday and she said "Come prepared, we have a lot to discuss"....God help me.

Foto Friday!

I recently found myself reading Cosmo magazine (okay, who am I kidding, I subscribe to that sh*t and I read it monthly, sometimes bi-monthly) and they had an article about "average numbers" in love and relationships. These were a few that caught my eye:



I actually think it should be more than that,

and I did in fact wait longer than that

before Golfer met anyone!





Umm..I guess I'm 'above average'





And now I KNOW I'm above average...
I wish I only had 6 awful dates!



Happy Friday!! 

Chicago Man be gone!

I realized yesterday that I never wrote about the ending of the Chicago Man story!  I thought of a response for him! Aand what's better than the truth?  Nothing. 

Our final conversation went exactly like this:

And that's it...what's better than being able to tell someone who f'ed you over that you're doing better without them than you were with them?  Nothing.

Another Hump Day

Good morning all!  I'm back from vacation and would do just about anything to be back in the big comfy bed in D.C., but I'm at my desk, worrying about all the stuff I have to do this week and trying to figure out how to organize the next few days of my life. The baby shower is over with...but now it's almost time for the baby!  I can't wait to be an "Aunt" and see this little guy when he decides to make an appearance.  It was crazy seeing my cousin 7.5 months pregnant and realizing that it's actually a person in there.  I know, I know, when you're pregnant you normally have a person at the end of it all, but it's still all so surreal. 

I left for D.C. right from the shower, so I didn't get to say good byes (there was A LOT of gift opening and I didn't want to interrupt) or see all of the adorable baby stuff that my cousin got, but I did get to watch her open my present, which made my day.

Once again, I learned I was nervous about nothing.  Yes, golfer made fun of my ridiculously big bag and yes, he made fun of my "Road Trip Survival Pack" that I put together, but it was nothing I couldn't handle, and nothing that I didn't expect.  We had a lot of fun and did A LOT of touring in the few days we were there.  We met my Aunt, Uncle and cousin for dinner on Sunday night, and my cousin was super excited to talk to golfer, because he just started taking golf lessons and is waiting for his tournament schedule.  Golfer also met a friend from home who just moved to the area, and they got along also, so WHOO HOOO!  I'm going to go our on a limb and say there aren't many people that golfer can't get along with...don't worry, I knocked on wood. 

Below is the conversation I had with Chicago Man, I know you're all dying to know what happened:

And since we all know when it rains it pours...Here's ANOTHER text I received last week, from the guy that moved to Hoboken and later found my blog...Obviously I knew who it was, but why give someone that satisfaction?  Maybe it's a 'John/Jon' thing...

I would also like to mention that this blog has had 4,000 views!!  I can't believe that many people have read the nonsense I post an a quasi-daily basis...I should maybe be a LITTLE more careful about what I write...

Have a fantastic Wednesday!

Imagine That...

So some of you might remember Chicago Man (in case you don’t, I’ll give you the run-down: met in an insanely random way at a Syracuse basketball game, talked forever, I found out he had twins closer to my age than he was and I went out to Chicago to visit him twice….then he disappeared).  Well imagine my surprise when I got a text from him today that read:

"Hey. How are you?  Been a long time.  Finished my ironman race."

Umm…HELLO?!  I’m doing great!  It has been a long time, how have the last 6 months of your life been?  I’m still waiting for that trip to NY you were supposed to take…

Why do people do this?  It’s so inconsiderate to contact someone 6 months later, when 9 times out of 10 they’ve moved on.  Don’t get me wrong, never in A MILLION years would I give him another chance, I love my boyfriend WAY too much, but it’s just funny that he thinks he can just prance back into my life.

Well I’m not having it…and when I think of an accurate response to his asinine text message, I’ll be sure to post it for all to see.

Ramblings

It's almost been a month since my last post!  WTF, you guys are supposed to tell me if it seems like I've fallen off of the face of the blogosphere!  With that said, it's a lot harder to blog when you have nothing exciting going on, or nothing to vent about or nothing you think anyone else wants to hear about...

Golfer officially got his date to move back down to the Keys...October 19th.  On the 20th, you'll find me wearing sweats, in bed, with a bottle or two of unoaked chardonnay and my dog.  You won't be able to miss me, I'll be the girl with the mascara rings around her eyes unable to put together a cohesive sentence without sobbing.  I'm kidding, I won't be that bad.  I hope.

I'm still slightly in denial that he's going...and I may or may not have looked up temporary jobs in the general area of the golf club that he works at.  And I definitely didn't do any research to find out how much a 'Kids Club Counselor' makes...Nope, not at all.

It's a strange feeling.  I feel like most people would be worried about what their boyfriend or girlfriend was going to be doing 13 states away, but that's not really what I'm worried about.  I'm worried that he's going to have SO much fun and do SO many awesome things that he won't miss me.  I realize I sound insane, and I'm going to visit, but still, I can't help it.

The 'exciting' news, is that golfer decided to plan a trip to DC for us before he leaves, which should be interesting, mainly because our over nights are normally one night so it's easy to pretend I'm low maintenance (washed face, brushed teeth, hair in a ponytail) kind of girl.  The reality of it, is that I blow dry and either straighten or curl my hair, use every type of make-up on the planet and own over 75 pairs of shoes. I also am not great at packing, nor do I enjoy car trips (I need options and tend to get car sick). But hey, if I come back from this trip single, then I won't have to worry about FL!

Last but not least, I got a text from golfer's sister today, asking me if I wanted to meet her for happy hour in the city with some of her friends.  I haven't gone to happy hour in ages, and to be honest with you, don't really go out drinking anymore (mainly because I hate counting WW points for alcohol and I hate being a sober person surrounded by drunk idiots) but I do feel like I need to make an effort to know her better, so I said I'd go.  Then I looked down at what I wore to work today.  Silver Sperry's, navy linen pants, and a white shirt with blue stripes.  I don't live near Martha's Vineyard, or The Cape, so this attire isn't really appropriate for happy hour.  I spent my lunch hour trying to find a pair of long jeans at Banana Republic (there were NONE) and ended up getting a pair of Gap jeans that should do the trick.  And lucky for me, I'm a shoe-aholic and have 13 pairs at my desk (plus the ones on my feet and the flip flops I wore into work today) so that's not a problem.  However, I can't decide if his sister wants to get to know me better, or wants to get her friend's opinion on me, so I'm going to have to be on my best behavior.

Foto Friday - Random Edition

Alright folks, I'm officially an awful blogger...I feel like I never have time to blog, which is funny because I'm not that busy...

Anyway...IT'S FRIDAY! And I can tell you that since I almost walked out of my job on Wednesday, I can't wait for the weekend.  My boss isn't very good at typing, so he makes power point 'slides' by hand using blank paper and a pen, which is frustrating but bearable.  On Wednesday, he decided to take 4 of our company's presentation decks (68+ pages each) and take pages out of each presentation to make his own presentation.  To make matters worse, he cut out all of the graphs he wanted to use and glued them onto his blank 'slides' so I had no idea where they were from originally when I went to make the new presentation.  I then went in to ask him a question about his handwriting which is atrocious and he was sipping tequila and boat shopping...WTF.  I walked away calmly and went for a brief walk down Park Avenue.

My boss's idea of a PowerPoint slide

My favorite welcome surprise of the week?  I was supposed to be going to Ocean City, MD next week, the trip ended up being cancelled, but my vacation days were already approved...so I'm off Monday - Wednesday!

Monday was a big day, golfer met (most of) the fam.  He's met my mom before, but it was only once or twice in passing...and for dinner we threw in the two youngest cousins and 4 Aunts and Uncles just to throw him for a loop and he 'passed' with flying colors.  Not that I ever had a doubt, but the fact that he passed the friend's test AND the family test AND still opens/holds doors for me AND tells me I'm beautiful all the time, makes him a keeper in my book...I don't care if he's not the most photogenic person in the world, he's MY non-photogenic boyfriend.


A conversation w a friend after I posted the 'awful'
picture of golfer.





























In other news...MY BEST FRIEND IS MOVING HOME TODAY!  K has been in college for 7 years and yes, she has 2 Masters degrees to show for it, but I missed her a lot while she was in South Jersey and she's FINALLY coming home!

This is for you, K!

I have a good LONG weekend ahead full of birthday's, working out and beach clubs!  Be jealous!

Venting Viernes

I know, I know, it's supposed to be "Foto Friday", but I have to make an exception just this once!

I was "off" yesterday for Jury Duty, which I have literally waited over 7 years to be called for.  Of course, I was excused and never even got into the court room, but that left me an entire day to do some errands, work off the last .6 lbs I have to lose and so on and so forth.  One of those errands was refilling my birth control prescription. Mom, you can stop reading now if you don't want to hear about your daughter and birth control, however, I've been on it for 10 years and I'm almost 26, so I think just maybe you'll appreciate the good rant.

Let me give you the back story: In January, my company changed prescription insurance and we went from a company that ONLY did mail orders, to CVS Caremark which sent us a letter in the beginning of the year saying that mail order was optional and that we could have the prescriptions filled at a convenient pharmacy of our choice (for me, that's the pharmacy in my hometown, because the CVS is in a not so great area).  So in March, when I got the annual prescription from my doctor, I brought it to the pharmacy a half mile down the road.  The prescription the doctor wrote was for 4 3-month supplies of pills (which is standard) and the pharmacy said they aren't authorized to distribute three month supplies and I had to do it month by month.  Since I needed to start the new pack the next day, I agreed to do it month by month at my local pharmacy.

Let's cut to May when I mistakenly threw out a new pack of pills, instead of the old pack and had to call the pharmacy and explain that I was an idiot.  They issued me a new pack, but it was 2 days off (for those of you who don't understand how birth control works, you take one pill a day and they vary in strength, you take the highest dose first and work your way down to the lower dose).  I decided to be proactive and call for a refill when it was ALMOST time for a new pack (we're talking 48 hours early) and the pharmacy couldn't refill my prescription because it hadn't been 28 days since my last refill.  This gives me ONE day to call in the prescription, pick up the prescription and do it all from Manhattan, because that's where I work and with my commute my hours are 6:30a - 6:30p, so there's clearly plenty of time for me to make a pit stop at the pharmacy. And do people overdose on birth control?  I didn't realize it was a controlled substance.

And now we have August 9, 2012.  It was the perfect amount of days after my last refill and I was ready for the easy refill process to begin, I called the night before and put in the prescription number by phone and waited for the text confirmation from the small town pharmacy to let me know my prescription was ready.  I was walking through target buying workout socks when I got the text, but it said "Please call the pharmacy regarding your prescription".  The thought process in my head went something like this "Oh. My. God.  What on earth could've possibly happened now?!  I waited and followed PERFECT birth control protocol in refilling this prescription AND I have to start taking a new pack tomorrow so WTF is going on...."  I collected myself and called the pharmacy.  The pharmacist informed me that Caremark (CVS) placed a block on my prescription and she couldn't fill it unless I called Caremark to remove the block for this months refill.  I was livid, but took the number from the pharmacist and called Caremark ready to battle. When a guy answered the phone I almost lost my mind....it's bad enough I'm arguing in the car accessory aisle at my local Target about birth control now I have to argue with an insurance man over my contraceptive methods, perfect. The conversation went something like this:

"Hello ma'am, how can I help you today?"
"Well, I hope you can help me, it's been extremely difficult to get my prescription filled for the last 3 months or so and I don't understand why there have been so many problems, most recently, the block Caremark put on my prescription at the local pharmacy"
"Well ma'am, I'd be happy to look into that for you, can I have your name, date of birth and the prescription number?"
"My name is ______, my DOB is ______ and I don't have the prescription number with me because I wasn't planning on having to talk to you about it today and I don't typically carry my birth control pills around in my purse"
"Okay ma'am, I see here that you've been refilling this prescription since March at your local pharmacy"
"Yes...I received a letter from CVS in January explaining that for my convenience, mail order was no longer required...which is kind of ironic because I can assure you this is NOT more convenient than any other refill method I've ever used"
"Ma'am, I'm trying to work with you here...my system says you have a CVS within 5 miles from your home address, is that right?"
"Yes, I do, but it's in the ghetto, so I try not to go there.  I value my life, kind of like I value my reproductive rights and my right to birth control.  I understand that it's cheaper for you as an insurance company if I use the 'preferred' pharmacy because of the deals you've cut with said pharmacy, however, I am almost positive the extra $0.79/month I'm paying at my pharmacy is a hell of a lot cheaper than the thousands you'll be shelling out for my prenatal care of an unintended pregnancy"
"Ma'am, let's not get carried away...."
"Oh it's too late for that, I'm already playing my next argument in my head...but so I don't have to use my next argument, please tell me what I need to do to refill this f ing prescription....I'm sorry, the f word was uncalled for"
"Ma'am, what I suggest you do is bring the physical prescription to your nearest CVS and tell them you would like the prescription transferred from your local pharmacy and they will give you a three months supply for $14.02"
"So I have to drive home, get the prescription, drive into the ghetto, explain this saga to another pharmacist, then go about my business and go BACK to the ghetto to pick up the prescription?"
"Yes ma'am"
"Please stop calling me ma'am, you have my DOB in front of you, I'm not that old."
"Have a good day miss"

I drove home, got the prescription and went to the gosh darn CVS, explained the story to the girl at the counter who informed me they don't transfer prescriptions, I have to call the doctor and have them call it in.  I lost my shit  nicely explained to the girl that I wasn't doing anything, I had already been to the doctor to receive the prescription in the first place and I wasn't doing anything else.  She went back to talk to her supervisor and they agreed that they would call the doctor and the local pharmacy and figure it out.  She then asked me what time I wanted to pick it up and I said in an hour or two. 

Three hours later, I went to the CVS drive through (the ONLY convenient part of this entire day) and gave the guy at the window my name....it took him a while but when he came back he informed me MY PRESCRIPTION WASN'T READY!!!!!  WTF?! He told me it would be 5 minutes, so I should park and come inside.  Of course I have to park and go inside, of course.

I went inside and waited for my name to be called.  The guy then asked me if I had any questions regarding my prescription to which I replied, "Actually I do, have people ever complained about the incompetence of CVS Caremark before?" and he said "Not to my knowledge, ma'am" and I tried not to laugh at the word 'ma'am' and responded "That's amazing..." and the supervisor from earlier came out and apologized for my "inconvenience". 

The worst part about this entire saga, is that thanks to Obamacare, EVERYONE even non-U.S. citizens are 'awarded' health insurance.  Which means if I was an illegal alien and decided I wanted birth control, I could walk into a planned parenthood clinic, or hell after this bill was passed any doctors office and demand a birth control prescription and get it in the same god damn day. Why do I work?  I don't need health insurance, they've extended unemployment benefits and I bet if I quit my job, I'd get more financial aid to go back to school.  Don't even get me started about that girl crying over $2,800 to finish her art degree at Drew University.  She was awarded a $50,000 grant for EACH year of her college education and has the audacity to post a video on YouTube asking for $2,800 because she can't afford to finish her degree.  I worked three jobs in college so I could go to school AND took out over $100,000 in loans...Do NOT plead your case to me.

End venting session.

Family Dinner Dilemma

Okay, it's been a while and I'm not even going to apologize, because I haven't really had much to write about lately.  It's kind of sad that when life's going well, the blogging slows down...haha.  I'm back from vacation (I've actually been back for almost two weeks now, oopps) and I'm trying to get back into the swing of things...it's a lot harder than it sounds. 

Here's the back story of today's post:  A lot of my family lives in VA, I see them for Christmas and maybe one or two sporadic other times during the year. My Aunt, Uncle and cousin were actually up last month and I wrote about it here.  After that outing (and the wedding planning) my Aunt decided that she had to meet the golfer, which shouldn't be a problem because she was coming back August 13 (Monday).  I told this to golfer and asked that he write it down, a. because it means a lot to me and b. because it was a month from then and I figured he would forget.

Saturday (in person): 

Golfer:  Is Monday when you're family is here?
Me: Yes...I don't think we have a place or time for dinner, but it's probably going to be down the shore.
Golfer: Okay

Sunday (via text):

3:41pm
Me:  Hey, I think dinner is going to be at 6:30p on Monday, so if you want to drive to  my house, I'll drive to the restaurant.
Golfer:  Ok

6:00pm
Golfer: I might be late for dinner next week.  Forgot I have a tournament I signed up for
Me: Any idea how late?
Golfer: Not sure.  Have to call the section tomorrow and see what the tee times are, if it's going to be real late, I'll cancel
Me: Where's the tournament?  If you can't do both, don't worry about dinner.  I don't want you to cancel the tournament.
Golfer:  TOWN, it's 36 holes though.  Then it looks like I'm running away from meeting your family.
Me: It kind of does, but I guess I'll deal with them on Monday
Golfer: You made the bed before you left?!
Me: Yes, Rotor (the dog) helped.
Golfer: Dork

Conversation continued as normal, but I couldn't go to sleep, I was upset...and I've never really had this issue with golfer...he's always gone above and beyond anything I could've hoped for (minus the 4th of July food poisoning issue, but we've been over this, that was a blessing).  So after taking a small poll (3 friends) to have it confirmed that I wasn't over reacting, I send another text message:

Me: Okay, so I've been thinking about the dinner/golf issue and I don't think I did a great job yesterday telling you how I felt.  Dinner is important to me, which is why I told you so far in advance, but I also understand that golf is more than a sport to you, it's your job and there are tournaments you have to play in for one reason or another.  But I'm upset that you didn't bring up the tournament sooner and that if the scheduling doesn't work out, you won't be at dinner.
Golfer:  I'll make the dinner.  The tournament will be an all day thing, so I withdrew this morning.
Me: I would've understood if you played, but thank you (times a million), I appreciate it.

Then I felt bad all day yesterday because he withdrew, then I explained the situation to my mom and her response was "Oh my God, I wish you didn't tell me, now I feel bad.  I would've golfed!" (thanks, mom).

I called golfer to tell him how awful I felt and he assured me that it was "totally okay" and told me not to "worry about it"...but I still feel bad.  I got what I wanted, he's coming to dinner, so why do I feel so bad?  Ready. Set. Analyze.

The Last 'Hump' Before Vacation

This is my last Hump Day before vacation!  I'm not even doing anything for the first 1/2 of the week, but I don't care.  It's the fact that I can shut off my phone and ignore work for 9 whole days! (Who am I kidding, my phone won't be off and I'll still get emails from my helpless boss, but my out of office assistant will apply).   After my glorious 3 days of hanging out on the beach (that's my current plan) I'll be heading to VA to hang out with good old G'ma and G'pa, which I'm actually really excited about.  First of all, neither of them have seen my weight loss (which is almost up to 41lbs) and second of all, I haven't seen them since Christmas, which was entirely too long ago.  Madre and I have the shopping, winery and spa route all mapped out! It should be a good time.

In other news, everything is still going well with golfer.  I recently admitted to my cousin that I was kind of waiting for the other shoe to drop.  As much as I wrote about, hoped about, prayed about finding someone that I was compatible with, could completely be myself around and could make me laugh 24/7...I never thought I would actually 'get' him and now I'm kind of at a stand still because I don't want to 'ruin' it.  I think part of it is based on past relationships (being cheated on, finding out about a baby and baby mama, being chased with a bottle by an ex, etc).  I'm not used to 'normal', I'm not used to 'healthy' so this is an entirely different ball game for me and I'm trying my best to play my way through with as few errors as possible. I've even said things in passing to golfer that would scare anyone in their right mind (ie 'the psychic said our first born is a girl and the rest of the kids - up to 5 - will all be boys' or even better 'my wedding has basically been planned since I was 10, but recently I decided I want a NYE wedding with lots of glitz and glamour) and he doesn't even flinch.  I'm taking this to mean that he's either fully accepted my 'crazy' or when he says he loves me, he actually means it.

Whatever the reason, my goal for the rest of the month is to think happy/positive thoughts and enjoy the moment, because it's not often I get exactly what I want (Mom, if you want to change that, the Burberry coat is on sale at Nordstrom until Friday :-) )

Sigh of Relief

Whew...I can breathe now.  Last night was the double date between golfer and I and two of my friends.  I'm not sure I've ever really been on an official double date before, or that I've ever introduced someone I was 'seriously' dating to my friends, so I was a little anxious to see how this was going to play out.  I'm happy to report that it was PERFECT really good. 

Texts from friends:
"I'm sorry we r insane, I like him tho"
"U surte I realy didn't wanna brung up the wedding, but he is totes thining sooner than 2020 omg u r getting married toooooooO!!!!!!"  (can you tell there was a little bit of drinking involved?)
"He is nice and good" (My favorite after dinner text...LOL)
"I can tell he has spunk we r just intimidating....He seemed perfect....So happy for u"

Text from golfer:
"I had a lot of fun"

You can tell who's the more vocal of the two...but I love them both!  I couldn't be any happier, but if this mini hangover would disappear, that would be great.

Foto Friday

Since my boss hasn't been in the office to annoy me for the last few days, I've gone a little Pinterest crazy.  I find myself pinning pictures of bridesmaid gift ideas, nurseries and insanely unhealthy deserts.  And no, I'm not getting married, having a baby or quitting Weight Watchers...see the issue here? However, one thing on Pinterest that I do love, is a good Ecard or quote picture. I took the lazy way out of Foto Friday a few weeks ago and went Ecard crazy, but today, is quote day!

I know this isn't nice, but it made

me laugh

 



Damn right!



 

and I guess 'A guy worth dating
pats you on the back'





I never in my life thought I'd agree
with Kid Cudi.



Yet another Wednesday...

It's Wednesday!  I've made it half way through one of my last full weeks of summer in the office....I feel like the Little Engine that could, I'm constantly saying "I think I can, I think I can".  I didn't mention this in the 4th of July post, but golfer was supposed to come to the fireworks in my town, I was super excited, I think there's something cute about laying on a blanket and "oohhing" and "ahhhing" over the colors.  He ended up getting sick and not being able to make it...I was upset for a hot second, but then realized that it wasn't exactly the atmosphere that I wanted everyone to meet him in and decided that everything happens for a reason.

He's totally making it up to me though, by going on our first double date.  I should probably explain to you that golfer and I are pretty different in the socialization aspects of our lives.  If I'm not with him, I'm out with friends or family, or at the gym or doing something.  I like being social, I love being around people and I love talking to strangers.  He's the complete opposite.  He would be content with me, a couch and a tv with an unlimited supply of movies. Don't get me wrong, he speaks, just not nearly as much as I do.  But because I'm me, there is obviously a freak out moment heading my way...

What if it's awkward?  What if no one talks?  What if it drags on forever?  What if golfer decides my friends are nuts and he's never meeting any of my other friends?  AHHHH, the possibilities are endless.  However, I think everyone is going to get along just fine and I. Can. Not. Wait.

Wonderful

Oh boy....

Foto Friday - 4th of July Edition

The 4th of July is my town's biggest holiday, of course this isn't saying much, because it's not exactly a big town. People literally come from all over to watch our parade and our fireworks and everyone has their own traditions.  Mine consists of watching the parade from the comfort of my own front porch, with mimosa's and my Momma, I then meet best friend K at her family's parade watching spot.  We travel together through the masses to get down to the park, where hot dogs, soda and italian ice awaits (I should aslo mention that this step involves dodging A LOT of people we went to grammar school with and have no interest to ever have contact with ever again).  At the park we meet up with best friend A and Co. and travel back to A's house for what's basically an 8 hour BBQ, until we run to get a good seat at the fireworks.Every year K and I walk home (we live on the same side of town) and every year she complains that she's scared to finish the walk by herself ;-)

I don't really share personal photo's on this blog, but because it's one of my favorite days of the year, I'm going to make an exception.  Here's 4th of July, hometown style:



Mummers




FireQUACKERS - my favorite float ever

















My neighbors tiki bar, street side
















K is an avid photographer and I count on her for a lot of pictures of a lot of things.  After stalking out her life on facebook, there were ZERO 4th of July pictures online....not a single one! WTF, K?! We've been alive for 25 of them (well you've only been here for 24, but still)!!

Mid-Week Thought

I realized a long long time ago that everyone has a past, everyone has drama and that everyone has experiences that makes them the person they are.  Most of the time, these things are difficult and make you feel like there's no one out there who "gets it" or like you're never going to make it through.  But we do.  We all make it through, it's not always graceful, or the way someone else would've done it, but one way or another, we make it.  The problem starts when you carry these things from your past forward and let them dictate your future.

I saw this quote yesterday, from my favorite inspirational website Marc and Angel Hack Life:

"Too often, we carry around things from our past that hurt us – regrets, shame, anger, pain, etc. Don’t let these negative points from the past rob your present happiness. You had to live though these things in the past, and, although unfortunate, that can’t be changed. But if the only place they live today is in your mind, then let go, move on, and be happy."

So there you have it.

Happy Hump Day!

Keywords

Blogspot has this cool feature where you can track how people are finding/reading your blog.  It breaks it down by country, which Internet provider is used, the time of day and a key word search.  I had to laugh when this came up:



Maybe I should write about something more meaningful than flats and 'coock's.

Aunt Advice

“Happy” Monday!  I had a great weekend…some of my family from VA took a spur of the moment trip up to NJ and since my boyfriend was consumed with running a golf tournament, I had all the time in the world to hang out with my Aunt P, Uncle S, Cousin T and his best friend.  Dinner on Saturday was fun and after the initial shock of my weight loss (I believe Aunt P actually said “Where’s the rest of you?!” and “You were always so pretty, but you’re entire face changed! You’re gorgeous!”…I knew I loved that woman) talk quickly turned to the new man in my life (thanks Mom).   The entire dynamic cracks me up.  My mom hasn’t met a boyfriend in 10 years and the last one she met, she had to meet because she was driving us around at the age of 16.  If you couple that with what the psychic said (I’ll be getting married sooner than I think) my Aunt(s) have already begun planning what they’re wearing to my wedding and which reading they are going to read in the aforementioned dress.  I guess I can’t really fault them since I’ve had the readings selected for approximately 16 years now, but it was still entertaining to see other people more excited than I am about my nonexistent nuptials.  This entire conversation then turned to how my cousin wants either a baseball scholarship or a golf scholarship to college, and since he already has a private baseball coach, golfer would be more than welcome at the next family dinner to discuss my cousin’s “short game”.  I was told to have golfer put the date in his calendar ‘or else’….My Aunt has never actually said that to me before, so I took it at face value and informed golfer that he had no choice but to come to dinner (which he laughed about, until I told him I was completely serious and watched him put it in his phone).

Dinner led to more discussion on Sunday about this psychic and relationships and a bunch of other stuff.  I don’t get a lot of one on one time with my Aunt, so it was nice to actually hear her perspective on things, after all, she’s been married to my Uncle for 28 years, so she must have done something right.  We started talking about people who stay in bad relationships out of familiarity, people who date forever and decide to never get married, people who got married after 11 years of dating and don’t last 2 years in the marriage and people who date people and are unsure of what they want out of the relationship.  We agreed that it’s not how long you date (see the couple who dated for 11 years and after they were married, the bride found out that for the last 4 years, her husband was dating someone else), but where you are in your lives and where you want to go, that becomes more of a factor.   This could’ve very well been my aunt priming me for my wedding next week, so she could get dressed up…but I think it was more than that. 

This had me bring up a point that my best friend raised last week (granted, she used the point to prove that her ex-roommate was nuts, but I’m about to use it against her).  Her ex-roommate believed that after 2 months of dating someone, you should know if you want to marry them or not.  My best friend though this was the most preposterous thing she had ever heard and compared it to love in a movie, but I have to respectfully disagree.  I think at my age (25) you are thinking about the future with every person you date and you wouldn’t waste your time on someone who you couldn’t see yourself marrying.  Isn’t that the point of dating?  To find out what you want, what you don't want and what you need out of a partner?  That's the problem with staying in bad relationships...you're potentially missing out on the right guy, if you're wasting time with the wrong one.  If someone wasn’t giving me exactly what I felt I needed, I wouldn’t continue to date him, it would be a waste of both of our time.  I understand the whole concept of dating more than one person to ‘have fun’ and ‘see what’s out there’, but I’ve been there and done that (and by the way, there isn’t much ‘out there) and I’m not the confused immature person I was at 21.  I’ve spent a lot of time, discussing and writing about what I was looking for and dating a lot of the wrong people, so does the fact that I found what I want after 3-4 months make me crazy?  I don’t think so.  And in case you were wondering, my Aunt didn’t either.