Thursday, August 24, 2006

M.I.A. P.S.A.

I'm alive, I swear! Ask Anne, I talked to her last night. (Hi Anne!) By the way, she is the coolest and she is the next winner of the mixed CD I made for Sam.

I apologize for my absence of late. As penance, I will post twice today and probably tomorrow. I know you are grateful for my Catholic upbringing--guilt trip is my middle name.

Where have I been? What have I been doing? I have a major confession to make: I have been cheating on all of you. I have joined....myspace. I didn't mean for all of this to happen! I never meant to hurt you! Don't worry, I won't be leaving you for Tom and friends. I just had to catch up real quick with high school friends, college boyfriends, pledge sisters and random people I know. But I think I have it under control now. So many divorces and marriages! So many babies! Wow! A lot can happen in ten or so years...

So, take this as a warning: If you think you don't have a life now because you are addicted to blogs, let me just say that myspace is a whole different ball game. Seriously, it is no joke. You might as well take your laptop into the bathroom with you if you are going to log in to your page. It is unreal. Plus, as if you don't spend enough time emailing people, you can stalk people and they will have no idea. I have gotten the scoop on so many people! And I've already gotten a coworker addicted to it as well, so be careful. It is a slippery slope.

In other news...thanks for all the camera advice, peeps. I will try to make a Best Buy trip this weekend. Maybe I should do eBay? or online shopping? Anyone think that I would get a better deal that way?

This fall will be very educational for me. I have signed up for a cake decorating class. Should be interesting. My coworkers are excited because I will be bringing in poorly iced cakes once a week. Hey, as long as they taste good...

And I have signed Sammy up for a dog training class. He's pretty good right now, but there are some things I want to work on. Besides, it is supposed to build a great bond between you and your pet. He will get to meet other doggies. I hope he makes good grades. And plays nicely with others.

Football season is coming up!!! Woo-hoo!!! Actually, I would be more excited if I had tickets. But I can always work a corner or two for some scalped ones, right?

I am going to visit Fat Dog over Labor Day weekend. Get this--have I mentioned this yet?-- He was living in this stupid apartment in Williamsburg, Va. He was talking to a buddy of his a couple of months ago, and his buddy told him he could move in with him. (The buddy got the house in the divorce settlement.) Listen to this sweet-ass deal: my brother is now living in a phatty house with marble floors, a hot tub and a (are you ready?) MAID. The killer part is, he is subletting his old apartment and now he is actually saving $200/month. He has more of a commute now that he lives at the beach. Gah, he is the luckiest bastard alive. Stuff like this falls in his lap all the time. So K and I are going up there in the hopes that some of his luck will rub off on us.

I'm trying to get back into an exercise routine. Slowly...slowly, I am going back to the gym. Oh, when I went in the other day, I saw Small World Guy. Remember him? It was one of those times where you recognize someone, but you pretend that you don't. I'm not a bitch! Let me explain.

I'm at the gym, I have no makeup on, and I've put on some weight, so I was already feeling self-conscious. (Yes, I do wear a tiny bit of makeup to the gym. Shut up.) I was paranoid that everyone in there was looking at me and thinking, "She needs to keep on walking on that treadmill. Faster, too. She needs to get in here more often. Haven't seen her in months, and it shows." --Yeah, it was one of those days. Nobody knows I have been making monthly trips, right?

To boot, I was having a really, really bummed out "I hate men" day. So the last thing I needed was to run into a guy I used to sorta-kinda date. Especially one who was kinda jerky to me, like he was. He was about the last person I wanted to see. Yet, there he was, getting on the treadmill next to mine, and making a move to re-position my things so he wouldn't step on them. So instead of striking up a conversation, I just said "Excuse me. Sorry, let me get my stuff." and made a break for it. I know he saw me. I think he recognized me. But I was long gone by then!

And that's pretty much it for the man department. But I'm sure you'd like to know that Repo is sorta kinda still in the picture. I will leave it at that! It's too much to get into right now.

8 comments:

stella said...

Repo back in? Don't leave us hanging like that.

Jonathan said...

You may get a better deal on ebay or online but it may be a good idea to go and hold cameras at Best Buy or someplace like that. See what you like and go from there.

Vixen said...

Oh voy! Looks like there's been alot going on. I had to let go of Myspace, it was getting waaaaay too addictive!

cmk said...

I REALLY think shopping online is the only way to go when it comes to getting good prices. However, you DO have to be careful where you buy from. I find that shopping bots (pricegrabber, froogle, etc.) have shopper reviews of different 'stores' and they are very helpful in terms of which places to avoid. But, then, it always is nice to see something, feel and hold it, in a bricks-and-mortar store, as Jonathan pointed out.

Joie DeVivre said...

wow! you've totally convinced me to try myspace...I had no idea it was that interactive, I thought it was like blogging. Uhoh...

I catch ur post occassionally, and just gotta say tiny shocks that repo is back in ... take care of YOU. Do what makes YOU happy.

Gypsy said...

MySpace is a circling vortex of nostalgia. It sucks you right back in. So far I haven't reconnected with anyone, though. I'm too chicken shit.

Miss Fire said...

I must be the only person who doesn't get MySpace. I spent some time on there trying to find a few people (I found two - my, how people gain weight!) but other that that...[shrugs shoulders]

It creeps me out that so many people put so much information out there. And it kills me that they post pictures of their children! I mean, for Chrissakes, there are so many pervert freaks in this world (John Mark Karr, anyone?)....don't people realize someone may be getting off on looking at their precious two year old naked son playing in the bathtub or their six year old daughter wearing her cute little bikini? This is not good, peoples! Too dangerous.

Anne said...

no no...miss VB is the coolest.