Archive for December, 2005
Maybe I was wrong, but really, was there need to make out with him at HARRY POTTER to make him call me? And if that is the case, do I really want to date someone that can’t just chill for a few hours?
And I don’t mean listening to my cube-mate talk about how she wishes people wouldn’t call the police when she hits her children in public. Or how I hang up on every single person I try to transfer. Both of those are problems, but not the ones I’m concerned about at the moment.
Bird Flu Symptoms From D.C.’s Legal Beagle
Smoking Debate: The DC council voted this week to ban smoking in restaurants and bars. The DC city council “extinguished my right like I would extinguish my cigarette in a beer-soaked ashtray.” The Rock Creek Rambler. Thank God, is all I have to say. I’m sick of my clothes and hair smelling like smoke every time I venture out, not to mention having to breathe in secondhand smoke. K Street Blues I felt Like a Republican Today. Wanta Fanta – Do You Wanna (Scottish Lass) Hair Son of Clown Ops Highlights of high school.
No, what really made me angry and frustrated all of my efforts to achieve teenage happiness was my hair.
Also Noted: Opening Up: I tend to keep things to myself and not really talk about my life. Ever since I moved to DC, I have changed that one characteristic since EVERYONE in DC is private and reserved. From The Life and Times of Chai. Tourist Report: I was hit on by a homeless man. Citizen Plain from Fort Worth. Esquire. Congratulations to this DC to Bay Area transplant. Maisnon. Dating: Must have own tractor. Ramble On. Winter storm resources: Capital Weather and DC Weather
Backstage before the scene, I rushed through the change into the nighty, and realized that I had no place to pin the mic pac. I didn’t want to stop the flow of the rehearsal, so I stuck the mic pac into the back of my panties and charged onstage ….
I got a call from a number I didn’t recognize as I was approaching Dupont Circle, only 5 minutes from my office.
There was something wrong at school.
Jake was choking on a piece of an apple.
My world came crashing down yesterday afternoon when I was given news I didn’t want to hear. I received a message that will change how I view my day. “Shock” doesnt’ even begin to express how I felt when I saw the words in front of me. To be honest with you, I’m not sure if I’ll ever be the same.
Also Noted: The entertaining blog, The Butterfly Network, is“now officially on hiatus.”
Unexpected things have come as a result of the blog. I became interested in other blogs. I started talking to other bloggers via email. Other bloggers started reading my blog. I started attending Happy Hours. Then I met other bloggers in person. Finally, I expanded my network, realized that other women endure the same dating trials and tribulations that I do, and ultimately, made some very good friends. I never realized that this seemingly insignificant decision would result in all these new friendships, none of which I take for granted.
After having a couple of really good phone conversations, the face-to-face fell flat. It could have been the crowded Starbucks, or the fact that I am the first white woman he has pursued romantically, or that I was still flustered from my encounter with the pervert at Books a Million who was trying to look up my skirt.
Also Noted: The Monster Christmas Tree The tree practically leered at us from the corner as though narrowing in for the kill. The American Dream for Country Mice
Oh. Holy. Vishnu.
This morning I did a good deed and am now going to pay for it with my life.
He’s shipping out and will be over there for approximately 14 months, training Iraqi soldiers. I was so proud of him when he graduated from West Point. And then, when he made it through training as an Army Ranger. Now, I can’t believe he’s actually doing this and I’m really scared for him.
Party Photos winner by the talented DCCookie (I should have had this link up earlier!)
It was at a rooftop Fourth of July party in Brooklyn years ago that he caught my eye. I saw him carrying in a pack of Bud, and loved how his T-shirt was just the right amount of snug. Oh and he had the most gorgeous eyes — Unfortunately I was so lost in them that it didn’t really sink when he told me that he didn’t drink and was from Utah. The night ended innocently with a switch of cell numbers, and we began dating soon after.
A note: Blogging really does return far more than it takes in time and effort. And after attending last night’s Blog Bash, that has never been more true for me. The people I met were wonderful, warmhearted and generous — just like their blogs. A big thanks to the organizers, City Sparkle, DC Cookie, Kathryn On…, and Rhinestone Cowgirl.