a little bit less of me

me, last week. i spent a little bit of unexpected time in the ER and hospital resulting in emergency surgery. (in case you were wondering why i disappeared on you once again).

my excuse this time is legit, you can't make this stuff up.

it did however, interfere with the end of the 3/3/6 so things have been rescheduled for this week now that i'm sort of back in the game.

i'll keep you posted.

in the meantime, know i'm fine, i will live and i feel better every day.

2/2/3

otherwise known as 3/3/6 progress.



two downers down, one upper to go.



one of my very dear friends always reminds me that dating is a numbers game. and dating in numbers i am.



highlights (and lowlights) of the 2/2/3:

• date #1 (we'll call him hunter) is just that - a hunter. um...i live in the pacific nw and channel my inner hippie whenever possible. i'm not so in to the killing of animals with a gun. heck, i've never even shot a gun and some of you might remember that was a huge issue with the sheriff.


• the hunter doesn't just manly, twice a year hunt, he's a once a week kinda guy


• i may have suggested that he wear a kilt and re-enact braveheart on his next goose hunting expedition


• he may or may not have thought that i was being mean, but also funny


• the hunter does, however, have a current job that i find fascintating


• i can almost promise i will see him once more just for a private tour

and now for some tips for #2:

• if i'm hanging out with you on a sunday afternoon, it's probably best to look like you're enjoying a sunny pdx day not like you just came from your accounting job (which you don't even have)


• speaking of, please stop wearing pleated khakis - they're not flattering on anyone


• and also, could you maybe try a little harder to not look like you're 50? there's only a 6 year age difference between us, but i'm pretty sure the wait staff thought i was having lunch with my dad


• when i end the date by flippantly saying "good luck with your painting", don't open the door and ask if i want to hang out again. it forces me to be nice to your face only to have to tell you that i'm not interested later this week.

i probably won't update you on #3, unless it goes really bad b/c he....he's pretty good.

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in other news, little ms. notetaker gave me some special honor on her bloggie the other day. i was really excited, but actually had to call to ask what to do with it. she and i both think i'm supposed to post it here so here it is and to share the love, if she'll allow the linkage (and we're not talking me), i'd like to pass it to rosie. rosie, you let me know if you can handle this.

happy monday, here's to a week in numbers...

3/3/6

3 dates with 3 different men over the course of the next 6 days.

i haven't done this in awhile, but the dating crazy is back.

readers, you're in for a special treat next week.

oh and happy vd for those of you who believe in that stuff.

seriously?

i'm mostly posting here today/ this week to move some things off this landing page.

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now for the real post.

i went to the gym on monday night for the first time in almost a month. i didn't want to go (but knew i would feel better if i did). it was my only free night in the last two weeks and the only one on the horizon. i secretly wanted to use that one night to go home and curl up on my couch and hide from the world - the emails, the unknown, etc. instead, i went to the gym.

completely enjoyed myself. got some nervous energy out. maybe did some work on the little extra belly bulge i'd love to have disappear. and then...then i went back into the locker room to gather up my things and head home for dinner. except for the part where i came around the corner in the locker room and some woman, completely oblivious to my entry, was picking at her feet - the blisters, the dry parts, the....and for some reason i thought i was going to throw up.

i don't care what you do in your home, we all do things inside our personal spaces that are acceptable there, but not acceptable in public. i think picking your blisters and throwing your dead skin on the floor is one of them. um, yuck!

maybe if i'd been in a different frame of mind, a different stress level i would've ignored her - instead, i bit my tongue, glared at her, made a big scene of getting my stuff out of my locker and huffed out.

b/c seriously, i don't need to see a stanger's dead skin on the floor of my gym on a monday night - that's just nasty.

hey you...

do you think you could shut the f"*& up?

my mantra for the last few days. i think i'm getting old (i mean my big b-day is looming and all). but suddenly all this other "noise" is really grating on me.

i met a friend for lunch on friday. the waitress (at this place you call them waitresses still), victoria, was talking so freaking loud to some other diners that i missed half of my time with my friend. everytime we started a new conversation, victoria's nails-on-chalkboard voice would cut through and we'd end up laughing about how distracted we were.

things i learned:

• victoria texts - she received a text message from her daughter while we were there and read it out loud
• every other diner's lunch order - victoria calls them down to both the kitchen and the bar
• that sam wasn't in - victoria had a 5 minute conversation, with a caller, about how sam may usually be in but he hasn't been lately and especially not today
• the reasoning behind the new restaurant hours
• how excited victoria is for st. patrick's day - i realize this is a little bit off, but she was really concerned about whether or not they would be busy. my advice (and v's) make your reservations now

things i did not learn:

• anything about my friend's current life situation - they were constantly interuppted
• why victoria talks so loud
• anything about anyone else in the restaurant (except for my speculation about the weird guy in the corner), v doesn't let anyone else talk
• that v knows she's loud - she apologized as we left

on saturday, i went out to dinner with some other friends and spent the entire meal whining about how i couldn't hear them well enough to have a decent conversation. v wasn't there, but the amount of people in that small room had me cupping my ear and saying "huh?" for the entire night.

apparently, i am getting old and crochety and i don't like all this noise.

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on a side note, this week i only need water wings not a full-on flotation device. things are definitely looking up.

now, if you would just shut up....

hanging by a thread

i'm hanging by a thread this week, perpetually one strong word or two minutes from bursting in to tears. anxiety attacks that have been gone for almost 6 months are raging just below the surface.

a deep breath is all i can muster before turning back to my computer and addressing the giant to-do list. i'm sweating just writing this.

and my personal life? well the thread holding that together apparently already broke.

i'll be back when i have sunshine and roses to report.

a little bit sassy...

a friend just called and mentioned how sassy i am today. i'm feeling better. i finally purchased my new dining room furniture, i'm taking the afternoon off work, i pulled some of my eggs out the basket they were in, things are lookin up.

either that or the vitamin d supplement i'm taking is kicking in. either way, it's friday - enjoy it!