Not QUITE Dooced.

So much has gone on in the last couple of days that I hardy know where to begin.

Thanks for all the kind emails asking where I’d gone—I’m fine, and the blog isn’t broken either. I took it offline for a few days so I could do some thinking.

See, I use names quite freely around here. And I mostly do it because I’m not creative enough to call somebody a nickname on a consistent basis. I can’t call people Actor Adam or PUA Paul the way Dolly manages to. I am not that creative. I accept that. Besides which, people are a very real part of my day, and if I’m sharing my day, then I’m sharing my friends, my acquaintances, and my life.

And there, my friends, lays the crux of the problem. Once upon a time…September 2005 to be exact…I had a lapse in judgment and used some last names. If you recall, when I found this out a few months ago I freaked out, and went back to re-edit the posts to remove all personal indicators. Problem solved—yes? No. Decidedly, No.

We all figure that when we delete something from our blogs, it’s gone forever. But we are naïve—(some of us, probably not you. I get that.)—and we neglect to consider the Google cache. O cursed cache.

My boss was Googling (it is TOO a verb!) himself the other day. And he swears it wasn’t as dirty as it sounds. Anyway, he found himself in a number of places. One of them was on my blog. Yeah. MY BLOG. MY BOSS. MY BOSS READ MY BLOG.

Not only did he read it, but he TOLD me he’d read it. He didn’t mention it at work, thanks be, but on MSN. (Yes, I MSN with my boss—another story, another time. Focus now.)

I immediately took it offline. I told him I deleted it, because I honestly intended to at that point. I was mortified. Humiliated. Horrified. Shocked. Appalled. And chagrined, even. Get the idea or do I need to get out my thesaurus?

So yeah. I’ve been spending my weekend trying to figure out what I was going to do about it.

It’s one thing to post your deepest, darkest, most embarrassing secrets online for a bunch of strangers to read—but your RL friends?!! Oh my goodness! Horrors!

And then I started to think about how messed up that is. I know that I’m an incredibly reserved person. I know that I don’t share as much with people in my everyday life as most other humans do. But that’s me. And I DO share; I just choose to do it with you all. And I have come to cherish that closeness, however falsely perceived it may be, and I want to continue it. But being outed has caused me to reconsider how and what I’m talking about.

I’ve never said anything bad, or even remotely negative, about my boss in this blog. I wouldn’t, I’m genuinely fond of the guy. You can search for the back-posts yourself, I can’t be bothered. I’m a bit stressed out today, and this is by FAR the least of my concerns. But even considering that my comments have been positive (gushingly so, it would appear); it’s made me want to lock this place up tight as a drum.

I’ve had to give that some serious thought, as I don’t want to do it. I like that random strangers can stop in. I love that some of you started as random strangers, and are people I now consider friends. I love that a stranger fixed my template! And that another stranger’s kid asks about me when they go to the mall! And I enjoy reading about socks and spinning, and I especially love that some of you stop in to visit and even though you don’t comment? You come back every single day.

So locking the doors doesn’t seem to be the most hospitable way to deal with my personal issues. So I’m not going to do it.

I’m not even going to close the door. I’m opening it wide up. I’m going to always be aware of the evils of the Cache. I’m going to be more conscious of who might be reading. But I’m not going to self-censor. Fuck that. (See? A big ‘kiss my ass’ to censorship!)

My boss promised to stop reading it…but he was also the first one to ask for a password! *laugh* But I don’t expect that. I DO expect that what I share here, while up for public consumption (nature of the internet and all), is NOT up for discussion in my daily life unless I bring it up—and that just because I’m prepared for the entire internet to know who I had sex with, I’m not prepared to discuss my rather boring sex-life with my peers and co-workers. I may be a bit of an emotional exhibitionist, but I still only want it to be for select people I don’t already know!

So…that brings us back online, and onto bigger and questionably better topics. Which I will write about tonight, but I will likely not post about until tomorrow, as this is quite long enough for you folks to digest in one sitting, thankyewverymuch.

G’night, and thanks for stopping by.

Fw: Another forward--about me!

 

1. What time is it?  10:45 am.  I'm eating spaghetti..

 

2. Full Name?  Sadie.  Like Cher, only better because you don't have to listen to me sing.  And without the ridiculous costumes.

 

3. What do you fear most ?  I'm not really scared of much of anything.  I guess maybe heights.  Except that I'm not really scared of them, just more uncomfortable.  Easy enough to avoid, really.  So I guess my biggest FEAR would be public humiliation.

 

4. What do you drive?  Jetta, baby!

 

5. Have you ever seen a ghost?  Yes.

 

6. Where were you born?  Peterborough, ON

 

7. Ever been to Alaska ?  No, but it'd be cool!  (get it?  Cool? in Alaska?  Yeah...I know.  I suck.)

 

8. Ever been toilet papering rolling ? Quite often, actually. :)  But not in a long time.  I think I"m just about due to go again.

 

9. Croutons or Bacon bits?  Bacon.  Real bacon.  In chunks.  But I also like croutons. :)

 

10. Favorite day of the week?  Sundays...when I don't have to work them. *grumble*

 

11. Favorite restaurant?  Il Mercato

 

12. Favorite Flowers? Live ones. :)  Particularly when someone else buys them for me. :)  But specifically?  Daisies.

 

13. Favorite sport to watch:  Hockey, then live baseball, or golf.  Weird, I know. But honestly? I'd rather be DOING something than watching stupid sports.

 

14. Favorite Drink: Clancy's Amber Ale.  Followed closely by Bacardi Limon, with gingerale and lime juice

15. Favorite Ice cream: Chocolate mint chip, or french vanilla

 

16. Disney or Warner Brothers: Pixar.

 

17. Favorite fast food restaurant?  Overall?  Wendy's.  Burgers?  Harvey's all the way.

 

18. What color is your bedroom carpet?  Builder's Beige--just like the walls

 

19. How many times you failed your driver's test?  Zero.  I'm a superstar.  That, and the best parallel parker you will ever meet.  And humble, too

 

20. Before this one,from whom did you get your last e-mail from? Flylady.  The last real person was the guitar player from the band at the pub on Thursday night

 

21. What do you do most often when you are bored? Bake

 

22.  What is your bedtime:  midnight or so.  Depends on the day. 

 

23. Who will respond to this email the quickest?  ??  My friends are all slackers just like me, that's why we get along.  It only took me 3 weeks to get around to this.  I'm figuring, if ANYBODY answsers it?  I win.

 

24. Who is the person you sent this to that is least likely to respond?  Tamara, because she already did this?

 

25. Who is the person that you are most curious to see their responses:  [Tamara] Sadie, cause she's a smart ass!!  (I would argue that it takes one to know one! :P)   Lynn, because she's the same person as me in a lot of ways.

 

26. Favorite TV shows? PRISON BREAK.  Why would you even ASK such a foolish question?  Don't bother phoning me on Monday nights, because I'm not answering!!!

 

27. Ford or Chevy:  VW.  American cars suck.

 

28. What are you listening to right now? The hum of my refridgerator as it slowly forms an ocean on my kitchen floor.

 

29. What are your favorite colors? Red.  And chocolate brown, because it looks so darn good on me. :)

 

30. How many tattoos do you have? None.  There's nothing I love so much that I want it permanently attached to my body.  Unless it's a beer tap.  I'd love a portable beer tap...just under my left elbow.  I need my right elbow to drink with.

 

31. Do you have any pets? Do dust bunnies count?  Because I've got a herd of those.  But otherwise, no :(  I covet a dog.  I yearn for a dog.  I WANT a dog.  I want a blue-tick hound.  Or a King Charles Spaniel.  Or a loveable mutt from the pound.  Just a dog.  I'm not tooooo picky.  Is that so much to ask? 

 

32. Which came first the chicken or the egg?   The Chicken, because eggs can't have sex.

 

33. What would you like to accomplish before you die?  I want to go to Egypt.  I want to find a cure for Cancer.  I want to find out the Caramilk secret.  I want to understand complex mathematical equations.  I want to learn why people care about American Idol.  I want to have a six-pack, and not just for breakfast.  I want to learn to tie my own skates without cutting off the circulation to my toes.  I want to be independently wealthy.  I want to bitchslap George W. Bush.  I want to customize my Chuck Taylors (refer to: become independently wealthy).  I want to minimize my ecological footprint while driving a super-sized SUV that happens to be powered by a solar fuel-cell.  Oh yeah, and I want to eat my lunch, JUST ONCE, in the lunch room without anybody saying "I know you're on lunch, but...."

 

34. How many people are you sending this e-mail to? I dunno.  Depends who strikes my fancy in the 'to' column.  It's not because I don't like you, but because I find you intriguing.  Almost as intriguing as myself, and really...who's more interesting than ME if it's not you?

 

35. What time is it now? 11:06 am.  And I've been out of spaghetti for about 10 minutes now.  I blame you. 

 

RETURN DIRECTIONS: Now, here's what you're supposed to do...and please do not spoil the fun. Hit forward, delete my answers and type
in your  answers. Then send this to a whole bunch of people you know INCLUDING the person who sent it to you. The theory is that you will learn a lot of
little known facts about those who know you. Remember to send it back to the person who sent it to you.

heh.

http://deadspin.com/sports/chickens/the-poultry-is-up--and-its-good-228699.php

Thirstday Beer

So today was Thirstday. As you all know, ThirstdayBeer is a bit of a tradition for Bill and I. Tonight was no exception.

Excuse the typos tonight please, as i am not drunk, but have taken off my glasses, and focusing on the keyboard is proving to be more difficult than it really should be...were I a person of normal sighted abilities. I am, however, not.

I came home from wok tonight after a serious internal debate about going to the gym or not.* Reasons to follow, I'm sure. Anyway, I did not go. I came home, microwaved a pre-cooked roast (DELICIOUS) and made some rice. Tamara called, so I inhaled it, and then went for a drive with her to look at her new office building. It was cool, but much nicer to see Tamara than her building.

Anyway, after that, I came home, reminded Bill it was Thirstday, and we went out. But first? When I came home? I found Stew watching a show about shoes. It was so funny. And so...Metro.

It's funny, because I can see myself getting sucked into a show about shoes--but I never pictured that about Stew. It was funny, and disconcerting, all at once.

So I reminded Bill that it was Thirstday, and we went to the Celtic Corner where good times ensued.

We had a blast just chatting amongst ourselves. It was fun. We were more comfortable than we have been in a long time. I guess sex helps that, sometimes. We had a hoot, we chatted, we gossiped, we discussed. Good times.

I met a new man at the bar, his name was Terry. He's 52. We chatted, he was funny. At the end, Bill and I ended up standing at the bar talking to Terry and a man named Stephen. Stephen is gay, but he doesn't know it yet. So far he has 2 ex-wives. Anyway. I came home with one boy who isn't my boyfriend, and two phone numbers--one from a man who doesn't know he doesn't like girls? And the other from an old man who spent the latter part of the evening (after he found out Bill and I aren't dating) hitting on me...hardcore.

I also met a man named Dale who was hitting on me pretty hard, but went home with a waitress.

The funny thing is? This isn't that type of bar. And even though the guys were flirting hardcore? Bill and I both stayed and chatted with them and joked around. This is the 3rd time, out of our last 4 outings, that I have been hit on. I think I like it. Now, if only I could get hit on by someone CUTE. :)

I drove Bill home (we stayed after-hours a bit) and went in to pee. We discussed Unions, the Conservative party, Free Trade, free votes, the suffrage movement, rights versus responsibility, how much we are both in love with Jean Charest, and the political views and bents of our parents. I just got home, I can't keep my eyes open, and I am posting.

Whee for Thirstday Beer. :) I had two, and then Terry bought me a small one. Which is more than usual, but we were there for over 5 hours, so I think it's okay. :)

What a great time I have with Bill. I said to him, "Aren't you glad you can't go anyplace with me without me talking to strange people?" :) He laughed, and grinned wide, and said "Yep!" and clinked glasses with me. Which in his books? Highest praise. :) So yay, me. :)

I need to find me someone just like that. Someone who's fun, but isn't 52, or gay.


HEY! I didn't post last night, so you likely don't know. :) Bill's going to be an uncle!!! Heather is having a baby in August :) He's petrified to hold a baby. He had never held one that he can recall, and he's horrified. He let me know last night that he's anxious about it. And he brought it up again tonight when I congratulated him. It's actually quite funny to know how much babies terrify him. Particularly when I know he's exactly the type of man I would have sought out as a kid. I loved (and still do!) old men. I'd seek out the crankiest, grumpiest, meanest old man in a room and go stand next to him until he EVENTUALLY picked me up, sat me on his lap, and fed me treats while nobody was looking. Sometimes they'd still be gruff, but sometimes they were pushovers. Either way? I won. Because I got to chill with the grownups and not have to hang with the kids. It was good times.

Anyway :) I'm excited for heather even though I don't know her, and I don't know if she even knows I exist. Although, Bill told his dad about fixing my brakes. I'm not sure, though, if he mentioned that they were MY brakes, or just some random person's brakes. Or even if I am anything BUT a random person. Whatever goes. :)

Anyway, sooooo tired. I'll type more tomorrow--

Sadie

National De-Lurking Week!

Well, well, well...it's Tuesday, and I nearly missed it!

This is (Inter)National De-Lurking Week! The week that people are encouraged to step out of their shells and make a statement in a public manner! Comment! Comment lots! Comment often! Or just once, so we know you're here :)


Take a few seconds and just say "HI!" to all those bloggers whose second homes you stop by on a near-daily basis. :) And remember...if you don't comment, you're letting the terrorists win!

From 9/28/03

...just found this in a notebook. It still strikes a chord with me.

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The bonds between two human beings are a mysterious invention.

There are people who are so intensely valuable to us that we cannot imagine a day without them, and yet--they are so removed from our daily reality as to be strangers.

How is it possible to relate to someone so completely and intensely that you feel lost without them--yet you could not imagine a physical relationship with them?

I suppose that that feeling quantifies the very concept of 'shallow'. And yet, I cannot imagine allowing myself to settle for someone that does not embody the 'whole picture'. I wouldn't want to ever consider that someone had 'settled' for me.

If that is so, though--why do I remain in a relationship that is so contrary to what I want and believe?

Do I feel that I don't deserve more, or is it just that I'm afraid that there *IS* no 'more'? Likely a fragile balance between the two.

I feel that my life is a train careering wildly along. There is no conductor--I'm wearing the hat, but I have no idea which levers to pull, which buttons to push.

Professionally, personally, emotionally--I am not in charge of my destiny. I *should* be. I need to be. But presently I am not. I need to begin to take some steps. I need to make some changes. I have a feeling that most of them will be difficult and not just a little bit unpleasant. But someone needs to take control of the train. I need to take charge of my happiness and bring it home to stay.

Not such a small task, but daunting tasks can be tackled too--one baby step at a time.

9/28/03 11:45 pm

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The more things change, the more they stay the same! What's particularly funny about this, is that I wrote it while I was living in Yarmouth. Not the best relationship of my life (I ended it shortly after I wrote this) but by far one of the best periods of my professional life. I then left Yarmouth and moved to Saint John, NB--the armpit of the Maritimes. A decidedly much less pleasant place to be--particularly when attempting to 'find happiness'. Heh. :)

Is there anything better?

...than clean sheets? Particularly clean sheets after a hot shower after a GREAT workout at the not-as-crowded-as-last-week gym?

I think not.

Today was a pretty good day at work, and then we had a team meeting. It went pretty well. Prior to the meeting, we had the manager's meeting wherein we plan what we will talk about at the real meeting. These pre-meeting-meetings are generally entertaining, in a mild way, and moderately productive. They DO go a long way to fostering an actual sense of 'team' among the frontline managers.

Today's meeting? Sheer comedy. Somehow the conversation got all twisted around, and we ended up talking about strip-joints, and the fact that my uber-uptight fellow assistant manager (male version) was IN one a few times, and not only was he IN one (which is shocking as hell if you've EVER met him--just trust me on this) but he was actually AT a table where lapdances (PLURAL!!!) took place; although he was too embarrassed to have one himself (which I believe, as he'd just about plotzed telling us the story)!

So yeah...good times.

Then we had cake, which we always do at the meeting. Although tonight's cake was chocolate, which I don't generally enjoy, it was unusually delicious. And then, I went to the gym.

It was amazing. And I'm feeling slight muscle fatigue, and happy pain. It's good.

I returned some shoes that didn't fit right. I couldn't find my receipt so I had to take a gift card. No biggie, but I knew I had the receipt and was annoyed at myself for being stupid and careless.

As I was getting out of the car after my lunchtime expedition, I peeked into my bag of library books. I wanted to check the receipt to see exactly how overdue they are. (5 days, thanks for asking) What was peeking out of the middle of one of the books? My shoe receipt. I'm a moron.

So not only do I have library fines to pay, but I have no cash to do it with, as I don't think the public library accepts Payless cards. Oh well. Live and learn.

I think that Lynn and Stew are moving out tomorrow. Her mom and dad are coming down from Cape Breton to help finish the bathroom, and she plans to have a functioning toilet and tub by Wednesday. While I'm happy for her, and want her to get on with her housing plans, I'm actually going to be sad to see them go. I have really enjoyed having them here. We've been very social, but still had our own spaces. It's been great.

Perhaps I need roomies that don't stay very long? I really liked having Luke as a roomie too, for the 6 weeks we were together. Good times, that was. Although, I don't know that my liver can really handle that kind of strain anymore, to be quite honest.

I have been trying hard to be more frugal, and not spend so much on stupid stuff. And failing that, to at least keep track of it all. It's day 8, and I pretty much suck at it. But I'm trying, and I guess that's what really matters. Sort of. Being rich would likely help. :)

Happy Tuesday, ladies and gents.

Whee! Let's hear it for poor judgement!

Whee! :)

So I had a great weekend. I really did. And considering that Saturday was a complete write off? That's saying something. :)

Where to begin?

I think I need to go back a way...quite a way, in fact.

Perhaps not so long ago for you, as it's really only 2 posts ago. But for me? It's been a couple of weeks of personal growth and development, and that's a long way back to think.

I made some decisions over Christmas, set myself some goals, and then had a pretty good New Year's eve setting those goals into action.

I had determined that I needed to not think about Bill as 'boyfriend' material (as he is certainly not), and in order to best accomplish that, I needed to not really think much about him at all. This is more of a challenge than one would think, as my daily conversation is interspersed with 'Bill this' and 'Bill that'. Don't ask me why. I could tell you, but, quite frankly, it's embarrassing for me, and I'd really rather not go there just now. The rest of this post is embarrassing enough. (Not really, surprisingly, but whatever.)

I had made a point when I got back from Christmas of not being the one to IM first. To not contact him, unless he initiated contact. We even went for ThursdayBeer^tm last week, and it was HIS idea. I did not do the inviting. Granted, I was all over it like a fat kid on a Smartie, but he did the inviting. It was Lynn's birthday, so she came with. And we went to Finbar's for variety, and I made Bill drive. :) A whole lot of change for one evening.

It was fun, but not as much fun as ThursdayBeer usually is--the venue was different, the music wasn't quite as much fun, and I found that having Lynn there was actually a detractor from the usual chatty conversation Bill and I enjoy on ThursdayBeer nights. I had a great time anyway, don't get me wrong, but it just wasn't the same.

Anyway. That was the 28th. Bill knew I was looking for plans for NYE, and did not bother to call me with any. So that helped me to put paid to my plan. It really gave me the extra nudge that I was needing to move the hell on.

Good for me, actually. Very much good for me.

On to the weekend. Lynn and I were planning to head to the Triangle on Friday night. But when she got home from the house, she was feeling tired, and grouchy, and glum. But I still wanted to go out. And I wanted to go out and get ripped. So I'd been chatting with Bill on MSN and told him I'd just gotten stiffed and that I still wanted to go out. I asked him if he wanted to come with. I warned him that he might end up cabbing home. I picked him up, and we headed downtown.

What a riot we had. It was a complete contrast to the last time we were at the Triangle together (the night that I forced the chat where we decided to not date anymore--quite messy--quite unpleasant for both of us--and apparently rather less effectual than it should have been. Anyway).

We laughed, and gabbed, and drank, and I met some guy whose stool I stole at the bar...he's a biochemist with the NRC. It was fun. We laughed and laughed and laughed. We also drank way too much. When we left the pub, we walked Roger (my NRC pal) to a cab, then decided we still wanted to be out. We walked to the Alehouse as it was close. But they were still charging cover and we didn't want to pay it, so we left and got a cab to my place. There was a short debate about whose house to go to, but I had more beer than he did, so we came here.

We got here, and I realized that more beer was Out Of The Question for me. He had one, and I just tried to recap mine and commenced on Operation H2O.

We continued gabbing all night. We debated (for the umpteenth time) unions...we talked about different types of wooden cabinets...we discussed the merits of socks, trees, the view off my deck, how noisy we were, being spontaneous, moving across the country for another person, um...and a lot of other stuff. I'm sure it was fascinating, but I am honestly doing quite well just to remember this part.

So we're lying at opposite ends of the couch and he starts rubbing my foot. I'm like "What the hell are you doing?" Then I was like..."Do this one too then, if you're going to keep doing that."

I'm nothing if not logical. And my feet were cold from standing out on the deck with no shoes on.

Friday night was the most 'consequences be damned' night of my life, because I really didn't even consider them at all. And that's SOOOO not like me, it's ridiculous. And you know what? I had the most fun I've had in ages.

I've always been a strong proponent of the idea that 'you don't do anything drunk that you wouldn't do sober, you just do it sooner'. And...yeah.

I went to the bathroom and came back to find him shivering on the sofa. It wasn't that cold. I wasn't cold at all. But I think I was much drunker (yes, it's a word, dammit) than he. I offered to get him a blanket. He said no. I offered again. I said "You can have a blanket and sleep out here, or you can sleep in my bed if you want." I was not propositioning the man, i was simply offering him blankets.

He decided on door number 2. So we went into my room, and then I went to pee. I came back to find him in his undies and tshirt huddled shivering under the covers. I laughed at him, but said "gee, you certainly made yourself at home pretty quick!" I put on my nightshirt--had my back turned to him, but wasn't particularly embarrassed, as quite frankly, he's seen it before. No point in false modesty now.

I climbed into bed and turned out the light. He snuggled right up. So I snuggled too, because it was a lot warmer. And, what the hell?

He kissed me--quite gently. I was honestly and sincerely shocked. I really didn't expect that. (I was drunk remember, I'm usually much better able to predict this stuff!) I said "Hey! What are you doing? You should stop that."

So he did it again, only with a bit more determination. I said again, "You should really not do that. You should stop that right now." But to be fair, I did kiss back a little bit. And then it was pretty much game over.

Poor judgement, or none at all. Either way, FUN. A hella lot of fun.

And you know the best part? In the morning? Not awkward at all, and I realized that I'm good and truly not interested. Well, not in the obsessive way I was before. Because while I had a good time? I remembered that when we're good, we're REALLY good...but the rest of the time? Notsomuch. So it was pretty fun. And mostly harmless. And incredibly spontaneous. And so not ever happening again.

We bussed downtown to get my car after we finally got out of bed at noon-thirty and then I dropped him off at home. He sat in the car for a second looking like he wanted a hug, so I said "Yeah, whatever that was last night, I had fun. See ya." He chuckled and said "Yeah, I had fun too. K then. Until I see you next time then?"

It wasn't awkward, and it wasn't weird. And except for the not ever happening again? It was pretty cool.

Man I haven't had so much fun at a bar in a long time either. Not since the time I went to O'Carroll's with B and Tracey and Brent.

Anyway. I'm getting too old for this garbage, because me, who never EVER got hangovers in her entire life, had to pretty much write off Saturday of this weekend. Granted, it was pouring rain all day, and my day DID include an hour and a half bus-ride into the downtown core...but I felt like garbage all day.

No headache, just generally icky. And I'm not used to that. I hadn't had a lot of sleep, and I'd not had anything to eat in a loooooong time...but I couldn't really face much food either. I was in bed by 9:30 last night, and passed out almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I woke up naturally this morning at 7, and was able to go back to sleep until 9. I felt SO rested and refreshed today, it was great.

Today? I felt so fantastic that I accomplished quite a bit. I finally hauled the Christmas tree off the deck and into the dumpster. I vacuumed, I dished, I laundered. I folded. I went to Windsor and cleaned Lynn's pantry. I scrubbed her walls and baseboards. I had the most pleasant drive down in the sunshine...with the windows wide open and the heater blasting on my toesicles. :)

I came home and read your blogs, I had leftovers for supper. I made a big salad. I fried an egg and attempted to eat it. I HATE eggs. But every now and again I try them. Because I want more than anything to like them. I love to cook eggs. I love how amazing so many egg dishes look and sound. I WANT to love them. But I can't stand the taste of eggs. So tonight I made one for my supper. And it wasn't completely horrible. I ate about half of it before I gave up and tossed it. Half a fried egg is HUGE in my books, folks. It's more egg than I've eaten in pure-egg-form than any single time since I was 4 years old.

I chatted with Billy and Quinn tonight on MSN. I made a new POF profile so I can read Bill's posts on POF more easily. I don't know how long I'll keep it though, as it's completely hidden, and I only did it to read and make the posts. He's started posting, and they're freaking hilarious. He told me about them today, so I wasn't stalking him--I swear. But man is he funny. Funny like ME. OJ's posts were funny like that, only much more well-thought out. He was worth stalking in the forums too.

But I think that POF is a waste of time, and I don't want to get sucked into that. My goal for this year is to put a more concerted effort into having a REAL life, and that involves not getting sucked into my computer for hours at a time.

Which may mean having to cut back on some of my blog-reading...and I really don't want to do that. Hell, when I switched over to Firefox from IE I lost track of about 30 blogs I used to stalk regularly. I can't afford to lose the rest of you too! :) I'd never know what was going on in the world of the smart and funny people!

So yeah...this weekend was a riot, and I learned some stuff. And a lot of stuff about myself. And got some errands done. Can't imagine it happening again any time soon, as I spent a small fortune. I've been spending a lot of time working on getting my finances in better order. I've been documenting every penny I've spent. Which was going great guns until Friday night when I basically spent everything in my pocket, except about $12 in change! Makes it a bit hard to put in the spreadsheet! :) Oh well. Lessons learned: 70-billion. Heh.

Work tomorrow morning, team meeting at 5, gym at 6-ish, clean room tomorrow night.

Tuesday? I close. Wednesday night is swing, Thursday I open, Friday off, and Saturday close again. I'm hoping to convince Verge to sign up for Swing lessons with me this Saturday morning...so we'll see. I'd love to add that to my list of winter activities, even if it's with somebody I don't really Like-Like. Because he seems to be game, and that's enough for me! :) It'll get me into the class, and that's all that matters!

Happy Monday, folks. Sorry for the long-winded ramble. :)

Hail to the King!

All hail to King Mike--saviour of the blog!

It is due to his incredible template-fixing prowess that you are now able to read my incredibly long and rambly posts without having to do magical voo-doo with the archives. You can scroll away to your heart's content, and actually read the entire post, not just get shut out in the cold after the first 4000 words or so!

Mike is the bomb of all bombs, and when I win the lottery? A bottle of Oban for the old man. :)

Hey, ScotchWatch is important! And those of you that haven't checked him out over at IndieBloggers yet? Get your butts over there too! The man deserves some praise!

Thanks Mike. :) You rock! :)

Happy New Wednesday!

My new year, thus far, has been pretty good overall.

My Christmas at home was not nearly so horrifyingly evil as last year, and almost bordered on good. My time with my sister was amazing, I'm still in love with her boyfriend and his family, and my own parents were remarkably civil--all things considered. I didn't get to spend nearly enough time with my father, but I'm still pretty pleased with the trip overall. Christine and I did not manage too hook up (entirely my fault, not hers at all--I suck), but I still hold out hope for the summer time.

I was desperately searching for some NYEve plans on Sunday night, and began by recycling boys from the summer. I SAID I was desperate, didn't I? I went to a party at Dan's buddy Beaman's house--it was okay. I met up with Joanne and her cousin Anne at Boston Pizza just after 10 pm, and then drove to Cowie Hill for the fest. We stayed a while (I started drinking the minute we got in the door--expecting to be there for hooooouuuurrrs *do you see where this is going?*). At 12:30 Joanne started phoning to try and get a cab. Life must be horrible when you're painfully shy. Anyway...it was NYEve...like that was going to happen! And in Cowie Hill, nonetheless!

So I stopped drinking and idled for an hour telling silly stories and listening to Beaman's tales of Dan's antics when they lived in the big T-dot. We left there at 1:30--I didn't even find Dan to say goodbye as he appeared to be making some good time with Beaman's future sister-in-law and I didn't want to interrupt. :)

I was home by 2. Sad, but true.

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Lynn and Stew moved into the apartment last week, and so far it has been great. Not so much for my liver, but good so far for the social existence. It's been making me feel a bit less abandoned by my old-soul of a friend Billiam. More on that later. :) (it's good, i swear!)

The night AFTER NYEve, Lynn and I got looped in the apartment. Simply by virtue of there being booze, and some time, and us being giddy. Good times.

We determined that my water cooler was in need of some adornment. Allow me to introduce you to Paco.

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Tonight? I brought home his girlfriend...Cathy. She's the whore that invented wallpaper, in case any of you were wondering. I'll fill you in on that story after I check backposts to make sure I didn't already.

I'll post Cathy's photo tomorrow. Perhaps it will become a new feature for the blog. We shall see.

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I set up a couple of NY resolutions...last year's worked out very well for me. I resolved to meet more interesting people--and I did-- (Hi L-girl!) I resolved to be more adventurous--and I did. I joined POF (doubts as to the success of this particular venture) but it was definitely daring. And I definitely met some interesting people as a result. I couldn't imagine not knowing Bill, or Quinn--you know how some people just fit right into your life and you can't remember them not being there? It's like that. I went to the bar BY MYSELF--TWICE. I attempted a casual, no-strings-attached, old-fashioned booty call, and it didn't go horribly awry. In fact, it went so well, I did it again! ;)

So my year of living adventurously was pretty successful, I think.

I got a new car (which was on the list!). I paid down a ton of debt, and got myself to a point where I wasn't desperately wondering where my rent was going to come from. By this August, my student loans will be paid off entirely, and also one credit card. I'll be down to my car loan, and my final credit card. Both entirely manageable. By mid 2008, I'll be completely debt-free, and hopefully be well on my way to a sizeable downpayment for some property.

2006 was the Year of Sadie. And I'm looking forward to more of the same for 2007.

My melancholy Christmas post was a good catalyst for change for me. I always get a bit funky when I'm stuck at my parents for too long, but it gives me time to think and reflect.

I really did mean what I said about becoming an Us. I want that for next year. Who am I kidding? Only myself. I'll be 36 years old in 5 months. It's not like I've got nothing but time on my side. I'd love to be a mom...and I'd love to be a wife. But first? I'd love to just be part of an US. A good, healthy, well-rounded US--that likes the US so much that we want to be a We. :)

Anyway. :) That part I'm working on strengthening my resolve for 2007 too. :)

I'm going to continue my gym-going ways, as I have been seeing results (albeit limited) and think I can see even more if I work a little bit harder.

I'm working on being more truthful in my every day life, and I'm working on getting myself a new job. Either with this company, or with a new one. And I'm hoping to take some summer-courses at the university if I happen to still be in this city at the start of the session.

I'm going to continue with my 'adventurous' ways. I'm going to continue making a point of meeting new and exciting people. And I'm going to work harder at being a more consistent blogger. And I may even work harder at picking up my pen now and again and trying to write something more substantial than that. :)

So...that's it for now. Because I'm also going to work on getting some sleep on a more consistent basis--like a normal human being!

Happy New Wednesday! (I missed you!)