This week couldn’t have felt longer. Mostly because of all the awesomeness planned for this weekend. Seriously. I don’t usually have lots of plans and when I do I most certainly am not excited for weekends packed with events but I think I’ll make an exception for this weekend. Three reasons:

Red Wings Game 7
Pretty new hair
Birthday Celebrations

We are going to Andrew’s on the Corner to watch the game tonight. I can’t even begin to imagine how cool it will be down there if the Wings win the Stanley Cup. Alternately, I can’t don’t want to imagine what it will be like if they don’t.

Tomorrow I’m getting my hair did. Something bold and new. So totally not me but I’m hopefully going to rock it.

And then we are going out for dinner and drinks to celebrate another great year. I’m going to be 27. It’s crazy it feels like I was just 23!

Sunday I’m not sure about. I’d like to do something since it’s my actual birthday. I think it will be nice to do something low key with C and the dogs. Maybe a little BBQ. Last year C took me horseback riding, maybe we can do that.

And Monday…well we’ll see.

I have a pretty long commute which leads my mind to wander. Sometimes I make up stories and conversations in my head (this is normal right? right!) and others I ponder life questions.

Yesterday I got to thinking about children, which isn’t surprising since I’m at the age where some of my friends are starting families. I was never the little girl dreaming about my wedding dress, actually my friends (you know who you are!) and I were the ones making our Barbies have sex, not get married. Sure I played house but honestly how realistic is that? Maybe I just don’t have that nurturing gene.

Is that something that you always have or is it something you acquire as you get older, like wisdom?

It’s weird right now, there is a huge gap between the friends that have families and the ones still trying to find their way. Like always, I feel like I’m in the middle. Yes I’m married and have a house but there are no plans for the pitter patter of feet now or maybe ever.

I came to the conclusion in my car that I am just beginning to find myself, to feel comfortable in my own skin. I have no inkling to want to change that. For the first time in my life I feel that I am where I need to be. I fell into a job that I actually enjoy (really I fell into it and I always thought people were full of shit when they said that) and I feel like I’m almost to the point of being able to express myself without a second thought of what anyone else thinks (for better or for worse).

Why would I want to change that? And if I’m not fully comfortable with myself, how would I ever care for a child? Not to mention I like being able to do things on my time. Shooooooooooooooot, I get crabby sometimes having to figure out my schedule according to C’s, cuz you know we do have 3 dogs that need caring for.

I also want to be able to spend money (somewhat) frivolously on dying my hair, clothes, patio sets and travel instead of formula and diapers.

When people say that they are ready to start a family I feel odd. Am I missing something? Obviously I have different priorities and there is no right or wrong answer. I’d like to wear a sign that says ‘please don’t ask me when I’m having kids’, we are sick of being badgered. It’s like we’ve been married for 2 years so the next thing is a family. Please. There is so much out there to discover. It may be rude, but kids right now would just hold us back.

If we decide to have kids that is way down the road. I’m sure I’ll be at least 35, which is crazy because that means that my best friend’s kid will be 8 and A’s kids will be 11 and 8. So crazy.

I need a break from work, so I’m going to bullet my weekend. I know you are totally like, ’sweet, thanks for telling me that’.

• Tae Kwon Do tournament Saturday
  • It was an hour behind, I was one of the first events. I was there from 10am-6pm. That made me crabby
  • I went for a jog at 8am. I suck at jogging that early
• Grocery shopping
• I had to get up at 6:30am on a Sunday
• Kidney Walk at the Detroit Zoo
  • • we got some free food but there was no coffee
    • The polar bears were quite active
    • The sun was shining but the wind was chilly
    • I finally got to give M her birthday present & hold her 3yrold hand
  • Hanging out with my dad, C and my closet friends
• Went to see IC’s dad in the hospital, pray for him please. He’s been unconscious for over a week now
• He was at the same hospital that my mom was at so it was a little hard for me
• Watched the Wings Game! 5-2 Wings!!! W00T!
• Got sucked into a Lifetime Movie

I’m defintely not ready for it to be Monday!  Especially when it seems like everyone and their mom was working over the weekend.  Geez my inbox is a little overloaded!  Not to mention those same people are blowing up my phone.  Leave me alone!  Also, a meeting from 1-3 makes me crabby.

Hope you are having a better Monday!

Ok Girls and Boys (mostly girls). Here is another post where I go on a rant. I can cuz you know this is my blog and all. I hope I won’t offend anyone but sometimes I need to get some shit off my chest. I recently read this and wanted to throw something at my computer screen.

Someone I know had wrote something along the lines of this…

My hero is Blah Blah Blah (insert name of significant other) he/she will save me.

You are fucking moron. What are you a five year old that needs fucking training wheels for life? You can’t stand on your own two feet, you have to depend on your significant other to save you from your fucking self? Grow the fuck up and take responsibility for your actions. For the things you do and don’t do. Don’t sit there and tell me it’s your significant other that keeps you in check, keeps you sober, keeps you alive*. Fuck you, you idiot.

God is hero
Someone in military is a hero
Parents are heroes

People have to do something heroic to be a hero. And keeping you in line is not heroic. Grow up! It’s not cute any more. Who would you be without your significant other? Do you need them to remember how to breathe? I can’t stand couples where you can’t tell where someone ends and the other begins.

I had this same vile reaction last summer when someone said to me “if it wasn’t for you C would end up just like ***”. If it wasn’t a funeral I would have responded with, “He is his own person. He doesn’t need me to be better. He can do that on his own. I don’t own him, I don’t tell him what to do and I sure as hell am not saving him from himself. I’m not arrogant enough to want to have that responsibility. We are responsible for ourselves and the actions we take.”

/*end rant/

*I should mention that the person in question is healthy and stable. They for some reason thinks it’s poetic to think that they can’t be complete alone and they need someone to save them from themselves. Sorry buddy but I think you are just pathetic. The whole situation is pathetic.

I am the biggest dork ever. Really. So we are under a winter storm warning and it had been snowing all day so I work early and gave up plans on going to tae kwon do. BOO!

I promised myself that I would work out. So when I got home I vacuumed up all the dead ants (ants you say? yeah fucking big carpenter ants that are raining on my ‘owning a house’ parade. terminix is coming out tomorrow) and moved some furniture around. Then I put on some workout pants and began with my tkd warm-ups and stretches.

I should probably mention that I’ve also cranked my running playlist on our awesome new home theater sound thingy (C makes fun of me for calling it a sound system) that has a dock for your ipod. I did some situps and pushups on our exercise ball and then for 45 minutes I jumped around non-stop.

Jumped around is kind of a general term. I was boxing, kicking, pole (no I don’t have an actual pole) club dancing, 80’s dancing. It was seriously a good time. I made sure to pull down all the shades so in case my neighbors walked by they wouldn’t see me. We only met one neighbor and I don’t think I want the others to know think we are crazy yet 🙂

My house is set up kind of cool. The kitchen and living room are connect on both sides so I ran some laps and the dogs chased me. I haven’t had so much fun working out in a long time. And let me tell you 45 minutes of constantly moving is tiring and believe me I sweated so it counts as a workout.

I am a drama-phobe. I hate drama. I hate being in the middle.

I don’t want to give details but I jokingly told A not to have B call me when when B can’t find you because I get worried. A took it literally and told B not to call me anymore. Seriously? So when I called B to confirm that A was fine she was short with me and I knew exactly what happened.

I knew this was going to eat at me all day. B was worried about A and she had every right to call me. So I called B and left her a voicemail because I just want everything to be out in the open. No he said she said crap. I hope that was the right thing and she doesn’t think I’m an idiot.

(I know this probably makes no sense but I needed to get it off my chest)

Phew it’s finally Friday!  I don’t know what my problem is.  I had Tuesday off and this week still seemed SO long!  How was it for you?  It’s been relatively quite here in Ria-land.  I have something to share and  I know some of you are anxious for me to blog about it (you know who you are hehe).  If you know me IRL or are friends with me on Facebook, you know what I’m talking about.  But until I have some pictures you will have to wait.  Muhahahaha (did I do the evil laugh right?)

Here are some bullets for you:

• I finished reading Twilight and am going to buy New Moon hopefully today at lunch.  I have to say it’s a good read.  It definitely touches the teenage part of me that I will probably never outgrow.  🙂  Oh fairytales.
• I know what I’m getting C for Christmas and it’s on sale but I have no time to get over there so it’s kind of stressing me out.  How are you guys doing with your holiday shopping?
• I have next Friday off so I guess that’s when I’ll be doing most of my baking.  I’m excited to have a whole day for it.  MMMM cookies!

Seriously those were the hardest 5 days of my life. I literally would see something and want to twitter about it. And then I’d realize that I didn’t have my laptop and I forgot how to do it by phone. I had tons of little stories I couldn’t wait to blog about. I have a little notepad in my purse but do you think I wrote anything down?! NO! WTF is wrong with me?

Even as we departed for the airport at 4am in the morning I looked longingly at my laptop and asked C if I should take it. He told me no. He doesn’t understand the connection (healthy or not) I have with the interwebz. C’mon it’s like cutting me off from civilization. C likes to talk on the phone, I do not.

Well let’s correct that, there are certain people I will jump over couches and chairs to talk to on the phone. But the majority of my communication is through email, texting and my blog. Even twitter! I didn’t even understand twitter when it first came out but now I look forward to opening it.

I know I’m sick! Don’t judge me.

We were even going to go to the public library and I couldn’t get out of the car fast enough. C asked what my hurry was. Hello! What you can’t see my hands aching to type on a keyboard?! Alas, they were closed 🙁 I saw signs for the library in Clearwater but we were on our way to an art fair and C couldn’t wait to get to the beach so I had to push the urge to check my email aside. (it was hard let me tell you)

I’m hoping to upload some pics of the sunshine tonight. I know I suck at bringing it home with me.

It was the summer of 2004. Lucky me, I was getting to go to Hawaii for a work conference. (Yes, you read that right. HAWAII. For a WORK conference. How awesome is that?) 10 days in paradise. Only half a day actually spent at the conference. One night, the girls I went with and I go to a luau and as we board the bus, we notice a cute guy sitting across the aisle with some girls.

Figuring one of the girls had to be his girlfriend, I didn’t think much of it. During the trip, we all strike up a conversation and by the time we actually get to the luau we are fast friends. We all sit together and there is definitely some flirting going on between me and Cute Boy. By the end of the luau, we’ve kissed a few times. Oh the sparks! Here I am, in Hawaii (quite possibly one of the most romantic places ever) and I’m kissing a cute boy!

Turns out he’s there for the same conference. We exchange numbers and two days later, we meet up and spend some quality time together… dinner, kissing, etc. The following day we go snorkeling together. By the end of the trip I was convinced I was in love. How can you not fall in love in Hawaii?

We go out for dinner, drinks, and dancing on my last night there. He was a perfect gentleman and treated me so well for the week or so we were together. He even got up bright and early the morning I was leaving to have breakfast with me one more time.

Now given that he lived in California and I (at the time) lived in Florida, there wasn’t a high probability that we’d make our summer romance last. And we didn’t. Oh we talked a couple times after I left, but the plans of visiting one another never panned out.

Looking back on it, I think I’m glad it remained just a vacation fling. It was wonderfully romantic and I will always think of him fondly instead of trying to make something last when it ultimately probably never would have worked out. But I still have a shirt of his and keep a picture of the two of us up in my house to remind me of how good guys really do exist.

What about you guys? Has anyone else had a summer romance or vacation fling? And if so, has it ever turned into something more than just a summer fling? Am I the only one who thinks that vacation loves are the most romantic things ever?

Uhhh…omg I volunteered to guest post and now I have nothing to write. There’s always sooo much pressure to write something funny and great and have it be all that and a bag of chips. Yes chips. Chips are good. Sometimes.

So I wanted to ask- what is sexy to you?

I had this conversation with a friend a few days ago because (don’t judge) I want a corset. Specifically, the one in Victoria’s Secret. I found it online last week and haven’t been able to tell myself no from getting it. A corset though! How 1900’s of me right? But it’s seriously a throw back to old Hollywood glamour and I love it.

My friend and I were discussing how women sometimes just wear sexy undergarments for just themselves. A confidence booster. You know we all feel sexy and confident when we’re secretly wearing something fabulous. Well- at least I do. 🙂 I’m , despite just putting it all out there for the public, too shy to really admit I want this. And I can’t get over the fact that it’s a corset and haven’t women worked hard to get away from the constraints men have put us in? Think- women’s movement. Anyways… sexy is not just glam undergarments.

The guy who wears oddly paired clothes, who can’t dance to save his soul but tries so hard, who makes you laugh, who eases your fears about being judged about something etc is sexy. I’m a simple girl underneath the makeup, hair, Coach purses, Blackberry, and inheritance. I don’t care about money or where you come from or what you do. A guy willing to make it past all that- is sexy.

Old Hollywood Glam anything is sexy.

Vintage is sexy.

Confidence, humor, honesty and ambition is sexy.

But you know what is not sexy? THIS. Apparently some people use this as exercise. You can thank me later for that link. 🙂

Ok- now for some answers- what does sexy mean to you?