I have been instructed that it is time for a new blog post. I guess the five people that actually read this blog might possibly want to know what is going on in Babalou's strange mind and, although grateful, I have yet to understand why. Oh, because you love me. Well, thanks so much. I love you too.
Anyway, there has been so much that has been going on in my mind this past week. I guess I could run a short day-by-day play-by-play and try desperately not to completely bore you..because to be honest, my life is not that exciting, BUT I will try to glamorize my not so glamorous life just for you.
Where to begin?........Oh, last Tuesday. Let's see, the EX-monkey (still a monkey and probably worse things, just not mine anymore) moved out. I arrived home from my glamorous job of cubicle daydreaming to a monkey free house. Sigh. Tear. Done. Moving on. I am not that much of a woe is me listen to me sob and cry for months over something I will eventually make myself get over anyway because I can't control it and I am not even going to waste my energy on things or emotions or feelings or stupidity that I can and never will be able to control anyway. So, since Tuesday evening, I have been great and ready to move on with my life.
Wednesday....I cannot even remember what I did Wednesday other than glamorous girl things that were so glamorous that I can't even remember.
Thursday....Oh yeah! It was my birthday! and it was a good birthday. I wasn't expecting anything for my birthday, but the lovely ladies I work with are just that, lovely, and they made sure I was a happy girl on my birthday. They brought all kinds of goodies to set at my glamorous and fabulous cubicle...AND they totally didn't get me cake! Which is the best thing they could have done. For those of you that do not know a very key fact about me, here it is: I HATE CAKE. I don't like it, I have never liked it, and I will never begin to think about liking it. I love brownies and ice cream, and somehow I got both on my birthday at work. Those ladies are super uber lovely.
Also, I spent the evening after work with a couple of friends that are co-workers and a couple of friends that are not co-workers. We ended up staying out until 10pm....wooo doggies! We are dangerous...and glamorous. But, it was truly a good time and I am lucky to have people in my life that care so much to stay out until 10pm on a work night. (I wish I could wink to you right now.)
Friday night was the late night. I stayed up until around 1:30 AM....cleaning my house. I am so adventurous. I know. someone should definitely stop me. Actually, this was good. I cleaned and re-arranged things... AKA de-clint (monkey) the house. No more pics of the once happy couple in the same pose over and over again only in different clothes and different events. I would much rather have an empty photo frame because I was too lazy to go through all my pics to find a replacement photo. Sigh. It was one o'clock in the morning! Give a girl a break.
So, here is the somewhat funny story I will reveal to you that happened over the weekend. Let me start by telling you that I normally remember my dreams very vividly. Most times, if I wake up during a dream and I want it to continue, I can make myself go back to sleep so that I can see what happens in the dream. You do it too...admit it. Anyway, I had a dream about someone. No, it was NOT a dirty, raunchy, nasty dream! Get your head out of the gutter, perv-o. My dream was a romantic sweet lovey dovey dream. I know, you are thinking "romantic? has she lost it?" Well possibly, but anyway, it was a romantic dream about someone at work that I rarely ever speak to and never have personal conversations whatsoever. It was the most random person I could have dreamt about and I awoke embarrassed in the privacy of my own home!! So, I will never look at this person the same again because he was a GREAT kisser in the dream. Now every time he walks by my glamorous cubicle, all I can think about is the dream version of him. UGH! Could my mind be more complicated? AND of course, for some ridiculous reason I think he knows I dreamt about him and therefore, I am completely and totally embarrassed every time he comes around. I need to grow up and find an infatuation outside of work.
Oh wait, I have one those too. I'll tell you about my firefighter infatuation tomorrow. Nighty night and sweet dreams. Wait, NO! NO! no, sweet dreams. I don't want to dream tonight. I want to go to work with a dreamless no-romantic kissing rendezvous with nerdy co-worker night. Wish me luck.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Monday, July 21, 2008
Coping
So, my first weekend as a single is over and done. It wasn't too bad. It's amazing what one can do to keep themselves and their mind occupied. Coping. It is a strange word and such a dynamic word all at once. The process is far more complex. Every person has a different way of coping with different situations. For me, coping normally involves endless amounts of junk food and lots of sleeping. Normally, I am unable to focus well on the important things. But, coping with my current turn of events has been different for me this past week. I have never experienced such loss of appetite or inability to sleep through the night...but I have had an amazing ability to focus on work...and more importantly an ability to focus on me. Although my appetite has been almost non-existent, I have forced myself to eat. The sleeping has gotten better over the weekend.
Although I have had offers from friends to do this and to do that, my coping strategy is to stay home alone. For now, it is comforting. Don't get me wrong, I had lunch with girlfriends on Saturday and went and saw "Mamma Mia" and the new "Batman" in the theater; but for the most part, home is where my heart needed to be. So, what did I do to keep myself busy and not depressed? I watched "The Break-Up"...the movie with Jennifer Aniston and Vince Vaughn. Smart right? Actually, YES! For me it was. The arguments were almost vertbatim to mine and my now ex-person and the reasons for Aniston's and Vaughn's breakup are so similar I feel like my relationship was modeled after it. Anyway, the point being that everything is going to be fine. So, although I am not stupid and I know everything will be fine without needing a movie to tell me that, the movie was still reassuring.
So, I tried to find a relevant clip of the movie to share on this post and could not find any I liked....and I didn't want to take the time to search either. So you get the following clip...only watch it if you want to be totally depressed. If not, scroll forward for much more uplifting visuals.
The following are far more comforting. My following friends have been incredibly helpful through my coping.
Although I have had offers from friends to do this and to do that, my coping strategy is to stay home alone. For now, it is comforting. Don't get me wrong, I had lunch with girlfriends on Saturday and went and saw "Mamma Mia" and the new "Batman" in the theater; but for the most part, home is where my heart needed to be. So, what did I do to keep myself busy and not depressed? I watched "The Break-Up"...the movie with Jennifer Aniston and Vince Vaughn. Smart right? Actually, YES! For me it was. The arguments were almost vertbatim to mine and my now ex-person and the reasons for Aniston's and Vaughn's breakup are so similar I feel like my relationship was modeled after it. Anyway, the point being that everything is going to be fine. So, although I am not stupid and I know everything will be fine without needing a movie to tell me that, the movie was still reassuring.
So, I tried to find a relevant clip of the movie to share on this post and could not find any I liked....and I didn't want to take the time to search either. So you get the following clip...only watch it if you want to be totally depressed. If not, scroll forward for much more uplifting visuals.
The following are far more comforting. My following friends have been incredibly helpful through my coping.
Friday, July 18, 2008
My Piddly Little Break-up
One thing I have always believed and have always told myself to get through tough times is this: "Bad things happen to good people, it is how one handles what they have been given that will define them." -Me
I am repeating this phrase over and over in my head today and have been since this past Tuesday.
Sadly, my live-in boyfriend and I have broken up after a year and a half. I keep telling myself it is not that bad...and it isn't. There are far more worse things in life and in the world than my piddly little break-up. But, it still isn't completely easy either.
I am lucky, though. In actuality, we were not together for a very long time. I keep thinking about people who get divorced after 30 years of marraige...I cannot imagine what it would be like to have to divide 30 years of life. My situation is a cinch in comparison.
I hate to bad-mouth about people, but sometimes it is difficult when talking to friends to not say bad things about my ex-person. But, I know it is just because I am actually pretty angry about the situation right now and I will get over it. I won't bad-mouth here...or at least not right now.
I have been through a few stages already. First, there was the "I-Don't-Care" stage...that didn't last long. Then there was the "I need to feel sorry about myself" stage...it comes and goes but mostly goes. Third, there is the "I have never been so angry in my life" stage...this one lingers the most. I briefly experienced the "I have wasted so much of my time" stage...I think that one will pop up every so often and aid the "I have never been so agry in my life" stage.
But, for the most part, I come back to reality and out of my stage lives and remember that I am a strong 5ft young woman and it is very difficult to bring me down. I have never been able to let anyone bring me down and I won't let it start now. I was strong before I met him and I will continue to be strong for the rest of my life. Sure, I won't be chipper every second of everyday, but I know that I am able to deal with life and what it throws at me.
The part that makes the "I need to feel sorry for myself" stage re-surface every so often, is that my 26th birthday is next Thursday. I had planned on having a small simple birthday celebration with my now ex-person. I didn't even really want a big celebration. Now, the plans are different. It will definitely be bittersweet and strange, but I have great friends that will ensure that I am not alone. I find this proof to myself that not everything happens exactly how you plan it, but it doesn't mean that it is not as great or wonderful...and life most definitely goes on.
Keep on keepin on.
I am repeating this phrase over and over in my head today and have been since this past Tuesday.
Sadly, my live-in boyfriend and I have broken up after a year and a half. I keep telling myself it is not that bad...and it isn't. There are far more worse things in life and in the world than my piddly little break-up. But, it still isn't completely easy either.
I am lucky, though. In actuality, we were not together for a very long time. I keep thinking about people who get divorced after 30 years of marraige...I cannot imagine what it would be like to have to divide 30 years of life. My situation is a cinch in comparison.
I hate to bad-mouth about people, but sometimes it is difficult when talking to friends to not say bad things about my ex-person. But, I know it is just because I am actually pretty angry about the situation right now and I will get over it. I won't bad-mouth here...or at least not right now.
I have been through a few stages already. First, there was the "I-Don't-Care" stage...that didn't last long. Then there was the "I need to feel sorry about myself" stage...it comes and goes but mostly goes. Third, there is the "I have never been so angry in my life" stage...this one lingers the most. I briefly experienced the "I have wasted so much of my time" stage...I think that one will pop up every so often and aid the "I have never been so agry in my life" stage.
But, for the most part, I come back to reality and out of my stage lives and remember that I am a strong 5ft young woman and it is very difficult to bring me down. I have never been able to let anyone bring me down and I won't let it start now. I was strong before I met him and I will continue to be strong for the rest of my life. Sure, I won't be chipper every second of everyday, but I know that I am able to deal with life and what it throws at me.
The part that makes the "I need to feel sorry for myself" stage re-surface every so often, is that my 26th birthday is next Thursday. I had planned on having a small simple birthday celebration with my now ex-person. I didn't even really want a big celebration. Now, the plans are different. It will definitely be bittersweet and strange, but I have great friends that will ensure that I am not alone. I find this proof to myself that not everything happens exactly how you plan it, but it doesn't mean that it is not as great or wonderful...and life most definitely goes on.
Keep on keepin on.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Stairway to....
Last week, the Monkey of a Significant Other and I meandered downtown to a baseball game. We ended up parking in the parking garage due to lack of other options and because, by-golly, I like parking in the parking garage. But, I didn't realize we would be on the 7th row...round and round we go...or went. whatever.
After the game, we joined the hurd of baseball fans in the adventure to our parked cars. Fun,huh? No. Not when the entire hurd wants to take the only two elevators in the parking garage to get to their cars. Sigh. Most of them are probably only going up two or three flights of stairs...lazies. So, the MOASO and I decided to join another pack of baseball fans up the stairs. Sigh...again.
Do you want to know how pathetic and out of shape my Jap butt is? Ridiculously! My thighs were sore the very next day and I know it was the 7 flights of stairs that did it. I am Super Sad girl.
So, rather than moping and skulking that my thunder thighs are out of shape, I ate ice cream. Just kidding. Well, I did have ice cream but not because I was sad that I was sore.
Monday, yesterday, when I got to work I decided to make a small change. I like baby steps, people. I work on the 5th floor of my building and always take the elevator. I decided to make a commitment to myself and take the stairs EVERYDAY. The elevator is no longer an option.
Day two of 5 flights of stairs and I am feeling pretty good about myself...especially since I do it in heels and the stairway is sweltering and humid. Probably not the best idea to climb in my heels, but hey, I said baby steps, people. And believe me, I am pathetically out of breathe when I am done even thought my 29inch inseam legs are not trudging too quickly.
Now that I have made the commitment to take the stairs, we'll see how long it lasts and how long it takes my thighs to create less thunder. Stairway to less thunder, ya'll...play the ACDC song "Thunder" in your head...that is what I think on my way up those stairs.
Keep on keepin on.
After the game, we joined the hurd of baseball fans in the adventure to our parked cars. Fun,huh? No. Not when the entire hurd wants to take the only two elevators in the parking garage to get to their cars. Sigh. Most of them are probably only going up two or three flights of stairs...lazies. So, the MOASO and I decided to join another pack of baseball fans up the stairs. Sigh...again.
Do you want to know how pathetic and out of shape my Jap butt is? Ridiculously! My thighs were sore the very next day and I know it was the 7 flights of stairs that did it. I am Super Sad girl.
So, rather than moping and skulking that my thunder thighs are out of shape, I ate ice cream. Just kidding. Well, I did have ice cream but not because I was sad that I was sore.
Monday, yesterday, when I got to work I decided to make a small change. I like baby steps, people. I work on the 5th floor of my building and always take the elevator. I decided to make a commitment to myself and take the stairs EVERYDAY. The elevator is no longer an option.
Day two of 5 flights of stairs and I am feeling pretty good about myself...especially since I do it in heels and the stairway is sweltering and humid. Probably not the best idea to climb in my heels, but hey, I said baby steps, people. And believe me, I am pathetically out of breathe when I am done even thought my 29inch inseam legs are not trudging too quickly.
Now that I have made the commitment to take the stairs, we'll see how long it lasts and how long it takes my thighs to create less thunder. Stairway to less thunder, ya'll...play the ACDC song "Thunder" in your head...that is what I think on my way up those stairs.
Keep on keepin on.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Imagination Prompt
I really wanted to post a blog today and I was really at a loss about what I wanted to blog about. There really wasn't a movie that was released today that sparked an interest in me and not much went on at work. doot dee doot dee doo, what is a blogger to do? So, I googled "blogging ideas" and was given a plethora of website options that could assist me and my blogging anti-creative imagination today. Long story short, this is what was generated from my search:
Did you belong to boy/girl scouts or 4-H? Tell about your experiences.
Why, yes I did you smart little blogging idea generator, you. I was a Brownie for a short period of time. I sold cookies, went camping, and sang crap like "Kumbaya." Well, I did all these Girl Scout things the California way. When I was a wee little Jap girl, my family lived in California about a couple miles away from a beach. I know...nice. Anywho, our California Girl Scout version of camping was some dad setting up a tent in a backyard of someone's house. Whatever.
My most memorable moment of being a brownie occureed at a hayride. I am not sure what the event was or when it happened...I am guessing it was toward the end of my Brownie girl days because this memorable moment was not enjoyable. There was a campfire and there were hay bales sitting around the camp fire (probably not the smartest placement). All these girls were sitting around on the hay bales singing God knows what when I noticed my bum starting to ache a little. I ignored the ache a little bit just thinking I was probably sitting too long. At the end of the evening, when I stood up to leave, I did what everyone does when they stand up from sitting on hay bales...you brush your bum to clean it off a bit. Well, something stung when I was brushing my bum ever so slightly. My hand kept hitting something and everytime my hand hit this something I would experience pure agony. What the heck?
There was a thick strand of hay that had pierced one of my bum cheeks! And it hurt so badly when I tried to pull it out! Then it hurt when I tried to walk! What was an 8yr old to do to try and prevent any embarrassment for being the only human being to manage to get a strand of hay lodged into their bum cheek from just sitting and singing Kumbaya??!!
I sucked it up and pulled the thick strand of hay from my bum. I didn't cry and I didn't make a scene. I quickly pulled and then slowly limped away.
Needless to say, camping, sitting on hay bales, and Kumbaya are not on my list of favorite things. But, I do love me some Girl Scout cookies...somoas are my fave.
Did you belong to boy/girl scouts or 4-H? Tell about your experiences.
Why, yes I did you smart little blogging idea generator, you. I was a Brownie for a short period of time. I sold cookies, went camping, and sang crap like "Kumbaya." Well, I did all these Girl Scout things the California way. When I was a wee little Jap girl, my family lived in California about a couple miles away from a beach. I know...nice. Anywho, our California Girl Scout version of camping was some dad setting up a tent in a backyard of someone's house. Whatever.
My most memorable moment of being a brownie occureed at a hayride. I am not sure what the event was or when it happened...I am guessing it was toward the end of my Brownie girl days because this memorable moment was not enjoyable. There was a campfire and there were hay bales sitting around the camp fire (probably not the smartest placement). All these girls were sitting around on the hay bales singing God knows what when I noticed my bum starting to ache a little. I ignored the ache a little bit just thinking I was probably sitting too long. At the end of the evening, when I stood up to leave, I did what everyone does when they stand up from sitting on hay bales...you brush your bum to clean it off a bit. Well, something stung when I was brushing my bum ever so slightly. My hand kept hitting something and everytime my hand hit this something I would experience pure agony. What the heck?
There was a thick strand of hay that had pierced one of my bum cheeks! And it hurt so badly when I tried to pull it out! Then it hurt when I tried to walk! What was an 8yr old to do to try and prevent any embarrassment for being the only human being to manage to get a strand of hay lodged into their bum cheek from just sitting and singing Kumbaya??!!
I sucked it up and pulled the thick strand of hay from my bum. I didn't cry and I didn't make a scene. I quickly pulled and then slowly limped away.
Needless to say, camping, sitting on hay bales, and Kumbaya are not on my list of favorite things. But, I do love me some Girl Scout cookies...somoas are my fave.
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
The Life of Nyxie Rae
I know I spend a lot of time exposing the world to "The Roo."
I have decided that today I will share with you the wonderful life of Nyxie Rae. Nyxie Rae is our foster black lab that has probably forever planted all four paws into our home and in our hearts. She is our "big girl." Nyxie Rae is very protective and very skiddish all at the same time. She is very unsure of others that come into our home until I give an extremely comforting "It's okay, Nyxie Rae. The big bad human won't hurt you."
She has slowly found her place in this home and finally gotten as comfortable as "The Roo." Here is a day in the life of Nyxie Rae:
I have decided that today I will share with you the wonderful life of Nyxie Rae. Nyxie Rae is our foster black lab that has probably forever planted all four paws into our home and in our hearts. She is our "big girl." Nyxie Rae is very protective and very skiddish all at the same time. She is very unsure of others that come into our home until I give an extremely comforting "It's okay, Nyxie Rae. The big bad human won't hurt you."
She has slowly found her place in this home and finally gotten as comfortable as "The Roo." Here is a day in the life of Nyxie Rae:
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