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.