This is one of those posts that I start one day and finish on another. For the record, I started this yesterday, 11/8/08 and I'm finishing it on 11/9/08. Excuse the lack of continuity.
Just kidding. What's up? It's Saturday and for the first time since I transferred stores, I'm actually at work...on a Saturday, that is. It kind of sucks, but it's interesting at the same time. Well, when I say interesting, I mean slow as hell with waaay too many of us working. I came in at 10:00 and since 10:15, I've been working with the same customer trying to get his aircard to connect with his laptop. I've run every diagnostic I'm aware of, so now I'm on hold for technical support while another rep does everything I've already done in an attempt to: a) show me up; b) prove they're better than me; c) impress me with their technical saavy. I say, "knock yourself out."
Yesterday was productive. I was off, so I took full advantage of the sitch. I did have to be up at 8:00 for a conference call, but I fell back to sleep around 9:00 after getting a batch of laundry going. I was able to sleep until around 10:30, switch loads, fold and put away my whites, then I crawled back on to the couch with the cat. Around noon, I repeated the process with my darks, but this time instead of hitting the couch, I plowed through the toxic dump that is my room and started cleaning.
I was able to get all of my IPBL BTQ, IPBL BT and GM shit sorted, packed and put away for at least a month...HUGE hurdle. Thank Cher that's done. I did a bit of rearranging, but didn't care for it, so I put it all back. I ran the sweeper, swiffered, and febreezed. There's still more to do. I just didn't have the strunth.
Tonight I'm going home and just hanging out. I'd like to go to bed early. I'm doing my best to get in the habit of sleeping at least 6 hours a night in an effort to be better rested and prepared for work. It seems to be working so far. I'll be working from noon - 5 tomorrow then I need to head home and get started on Spanish language safer sex kits for STEP-Up. I'm off Monday & Tuesday, but I've volunteered to do a floorset at EB from 9:00 p.m. Monday - 6:00 a.m. Tuesday...glutton for punishment I am.
Gonna wrap this up for now with a weight loss report...I started back on the Abs Diet on 10/27/08. If you'll remember I was at 201 on the 27th. As of this morning, I'm down to 195. Six pounds in two weeks ain't bad. Just gotta keep it up. I ain't a piece of pizza yesterday and several leftover Halloween miniatures...I needed one of those days.
Anyhoo...it's almost noon and people are already lining up outside so gonna close. Later!
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Those three little words...
So I met someone recently. We've had dinner a couple of times and met for coffee. I didn't think things were progressing and there certainly was no need to report anything to anyone. It was simply a situation where I took the stance of, "see what happens."
He's smart, attractive, close to my age and a good kisser. While spending time together we'd never go for more than a minute of silence. We've read the same books, been to some of the same places and enjoy the same types of movies. We share similarities in beliefs and values and just seem to click.
We made plans to see each other Monday night, so after work I drove to his place. He led me to the solarium. We started off with chit chat which developed into making out. I heard some rustling in the other room which I assumed was the golden lab I'd passed earlier. The rustling took on another meaning when I heard, "Honey, I'm home!"
Seems he left something out about himself. He frantically shouted out, "be right there," mouthed the words, "my wife," and pointed to the door leading to the backyard. I was livid and as slowly as possible put on my shoes and let me self out the backdoor.
It took everything in me to not slam the backdoor and key his car on my way down the drive. Why did he lie? I would have slept with him anyway.
Sheesh.
He's smart, attractive, close to my age and a good kisser. While spending time together we'd never go for more than a minute of silence. We've read the same books, been to some of the same places and enjoy the same types of movies. We share similarities in beliefs and values and just seem to click.
We made plans to see each other Monday night, so after work I drove to his place. He led me to the solarium. We started off with chit chat which developed into making out. I heard some rustling in the other room which I assumed was the golden lab I'd passed earlier. The rustling took on another meaning when I heard, "Honey, I'm home!"
Seems he left something out about himself. He frantically shouted out, "be right there," mouthed the words, "my wife," and pointed to the door leading to the backyard. I was livid and as slowly as possible put on my shoes and let me self out the backdoor.
It took everything in me to not slam the backdoor and key his car on my way down the drive. Why did he lie? I would have slept with him anyway.
Sheesh.
Monday, November 3, 2008
"...you make my slacks a little tight
you may unfasten them if you like..." Jason Mraz, you dirty, dirty little boy! You make me wanna have str8 sex again. *If you haven't heard it, you MUST check out Butterfly by Jason. It's pretty damned zexy*
This weekend was exactly as I'd planned it...low-key and relaxing. Well except for Grande Masquerade and all the prep and work that went into it.
Saturday night, FitnessNerd, Summer, Maestro and I all participated in the 2008 Grande Masquerade: Illusions of Moulin Rouge, a benefit for the Damien Centre. It was a fun evening and a tremendous event. It was the first time in years that the Indy Pride Bag Ladies had participated in the event as performers and their return was trumpeted by the boisterous yet composed Sequoia Pentecost as Mistress of Ceremonies.
Summer Clearance, Holly Luyah, Veronica Storme, Dixie Lix (in what she says is her final performance) and Queen Blossom all kicked the night off with their can-can while Aurora Diamonds, Adessah Reed, Halle Pino and newly crowned Bag Lady Bus Tour Queen, Donna Rhea all performed "Lady Marmalade," from Moulin Rouge.
Other performers included the Peru Circus (NOT the Peruvian Kids Circus as they were referred to all night...they're from Peru, IN not the country of), Dance Kaleidescope and FLAVA. I didn't have the opportunity to see many of the performances, but I'm told they were all enjoyable.
This weekend was exactly as I'd planned it...low-key and relaxing. Well except for Grande Masquerade and all the prep and work that went into it.
Saturday night, FitnessNerd, Summer, Maestro and I all participated in the 2008 Grande Masquerade: Illusions of Moulin Rouge, a benefit for the Damien Centre. It was a fun evening and a tremendous event. It was the first time in years that the Indy Pride Bag Ladies had participated in the event as performers and their return was trumpeted by the boisterous yet composed Sequoia Pentecost as Mistress of Ceremonies.
Summer Clearance, Holly Luyah, Veronica Storme, Dixie Lix (in what she says is her final performance) and Queen Blossom all kicked the night off with their can-can while Aurora Diamonds, Adessah Reed, Halle Pino and newly crowned Bag Lady Bus Tour Queen, Donna Rhea all performed "Lady Marmalade," from Moulin Rouge.
Other performers included the Peru Circus (NOT the Peruvian Kids Circus as they were referred to all night...they're from Peru, IN not the country of), Dance Kaleidescope and FLAVA. I didn't have the opportunity to see many of the performances, but I'm told they were all enjoyable.
I spent Sunday doing laundry and trying to make some sense of the maze that is my bedroom. Being busy has taken it's toll on my housekeeping and I'm embarrassed by the heap. At least I have some clean clothes, but the clutter is driving me nuts!
Lately I've found I don't want to be very social. For the past couple of weeks I've been avoiding unnecessary conversation and interaction with certain individuals with no real reason. I think I'm feeling somewhat like a beat puppy due to past events combined with feelings of resentment and a minute loss of respect for said individuals. I really need to let it go because I'm telling everyone that I'm fine but it would appear I'm really not. I've scheduled an appointment with a healing/energy arts massage therapist on Friday so I'm hoping this serves as catharsis and detoxification. Cher knows I could use the pampering and I look forward to the cleansing process coupled with energy work.
For whatever reason, I'm also dealing with feelings of anxiety. I think part of it has to do with my new position and the transfer to a new store. It's going well, it's just weird to realize that I'm now solely responsible for the money I make or don't make as opposed to relying on my co-workers to make the sale.
Along with the anxiety, I'm just feeling a bit blah right now. I'm not sure if it's the pending holidays, the new decade I'm approaching, my weight battle or a little bit of everything. I'm sure I'll snap out of it at some point. Something else I need to do is get in for a physical and get to the optometrist. Following Friday night's pampering session, I'm getting my hair cut on Tuesday. Hopefully I'll emerge with a new attitude.
Here's to holding out hope.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Our name is our virtue...
truer (more true?) words have never been penned. I've been thinking a lot lately about character and integrity.
Earlier this month someone accused me of not showing character. Even though the circumstances had little to nothing (okay...absoLUTEly nothing) to do with me and I could seriously give a shit about what the accuser thinks of me, it still gave me a moment's pause.
Over the past few months I've really put my name, my face and my reputation on the line by being more involved in the community. With this increased involvement comes increased scrutiny. As I've mentioned before, I'm quite content with where I am socially. I'm involved, but still consider myself on the periphery with no intentions of scaling to the upper echelon. In fact, after this past week's events, I had an extreme moment of clarity. I know what I need to do to make myself happy while still maintaining my current level of involvement. I've realized with the help of some pretty damned smart folk that I have the respect and support of many, many people in this city and saying this with as much humility as possible, they'll turn out if I decide to host a fundraiser or participate in a show. That's amazing to me.
I'm standing in a place where I have the ability (and responsibility) to make a difference in this community. I don't need praise, accolades or baubles to affirm that I'm on track: friends and strangers alike have thanked me for what I do and have encouraged me to continue; that, my friends, is more than enough incentive to keep going.
Things are going quite well at my new location. I enjoy the new people I'm working with and they've extended a warm welcome to the team. It's a relatively young store and at 39+, I'm on the high end of the age scale. I've been bringing in my EW every week and leaving it on the table for mass consumption. The mag has provided topics of conversation in the break room and talk of future movie outings. Some of my co-workers seem impressed by the fact that I read during my lunch. Maestro and I stopped by Borders Sunday evening and I picked up "Barrel Fever" by David Sedaris. I can't say it's holding my attention like his other books have. I'm finding it hard to grasp the character essays. I much rather prefer reading about his family and his ongoing battle with neuroses and OCD. After a conversation with one of my co-workers, I brought in my ratted, tatted and torn copy of "Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim," for his consumption. I'm curious to see what he has to say about it.
Last night was the 8th Annual Skaree-oke Contest at Metro. RoqStar, Summer, Maestro and I judged. No offense to RockStar Promotions, but DAMN did the competition suck this year! After our judging duties, we all agreed that we had basically given away the contest prizes based solely on who sucked the least. There was little imagination or effort that went into any of the performances and nothing that just reached out and grabbed us. Congratulations, however to Awizabeph, the little 3 year old who graced us with her stirring rendition of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star." Invest your $200 wisely, baby-cakes.
All in all life is pretty grand right now. Nothing spectacular going on. I'm ready to be done with the October events and thankfully, only have one more in which to participate. Summer and I have agreed to do dinner Sunday night to celebrate a month with nothing to do (November 2 - December 14) involving dresses. Halle's a great gal, but she's way too busy for my liking as of late.
I started back on the Abs Diet on Monday. I know I've been driving the roomie nuts because I've been doing so much late-night cooking. Sunday night I was in the kitchen cooking chicken curry with brown rice. Monday night I made up a pot of "Yo! Soup for You," and tonight I'll be making chili con turkey. I've done a good job of getting up and having breakfast, getting meals together the night before and limiting my intake of soft drinks. I'd gotten to the point where I was drinking regular soft drinks instead of diet (DAMN YOU AND YOUR SUGARY REFRESHMENT, PEPSI!!) so I've cut those out.
When I weighed in a week or so ago, I was at 201. 2 0 fucking 1!! I'm going to strive for 170, but I'm not going to beat myself up over it. I'll be doing more posts going forward, so I'll be sure to keep you apprised.
Well, that should just about catch us up. Let's chat again soon.
Earlier this month someone accused me of not showing character. Even though the circumstances had little to nothing (okay...absoLUTEly nothing) to do with me and I could seriously give a shit about what the accuser thinks of me, it still gave me a moment's pause.
Over the past few months I've really put my name, my face and my reputation on the line by being more involved in the community. With this increased involvement comes increased scrutiny. As I've mentioned before, I'm quite content with where I am socially. I'm involved, but still consider myself on the periphery with no intentions of scaling to the upper echelon. In fact, after this past week's events, I had an extreme moment of clarity. I know what I need to do to make myself happy while still maintaining my current level of involvement. I've realized with the help of some pretty damned smart folk that I have the respect and support of many, many people in this city and saying this with as much humility as possible, they'll turn out if I decide to host a fundraiser or participate in a show. That's amazing to me.
I'm standing in a place where I have the ability (and responsibility) to make a difference in this community. I don't need praise, accolades or baubles to affirm that I'm on track: friends and strangers alike have thanked me for what I do and have encouraged me to continue; that, my friends, is more than enough incentive to keep going.
Things are going quite well at my new location. I enjoy the new people I'm working with and they've extended a warm welcome to the team. It's a relatively young store and at 39+, I'm on the high end of the age scale. I've been bringing in my EW every week and leaving it on the table for mass consumption. The mag has provided topics of conversation in the break room and talk of future movie outings. Some of my co-workers seem impressed by the fact that I read during my lunch. Maestro and I stopped by Borders Sunday evening and I picked up "Barrel Fever" by David Sedaris. I can't say it's holding my attention like his other books have. I'm finding it hard to grasp the character essays. I much rather prefer reading about his family and his ongoing battle with neuroses and OCD. After a conversation with one of my co-workers, I brought in my ratted, tatted and torn copy of "Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim," for his consumption. I'm curious to see what he has to say about it.
Last night was the 8th Annual Skaree-oke Contest at Metro. RoqStar, Summer, Maestro and I judged. No offense to RockStar Promotions, but DAMN did the competition suck this year! After our judging duties, we all agreed that we had basically given away the contest prizes based solely on who sucked the least. There was little imagination or effort that went into any of the performances and nothing that just reached out and grabbed us. Congratulations, however to Awizabeph, the little 3 year old who graced us with her stirring rendition of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star." Invest your $200 wisely, baby-cakes.
All in all life is pretty grand right now. Nothing spectacular going on. I'm ready to be done with the October events and thankfully, only have one more in which to participate. Summer and I have agreed to do dinner Sunday night to celebrate a month with nothing to do (November 2 - December 14) involving dresses. Halle's a great gal, but she's way too busy for my liking as of late.
I started back on the Abs Diet on Monday. I know I've been driving the roomie nuts because I've been doing so much late-night cooking. Sunday night I was in the kitchen cooking chicken curry with brown rice. Monday night I made up a pot of "Yo! Soup for You," and tonight I'll be making chili con turkey. I've done a good job of getting up and having breakfast, getting meals together the night before and limiting my intake of soft drinks. I'd gotten to the point where I was drinking regular soft drinks instead of diet (DAMN YOU AND YOUR SUGARY REFRESHMENT, PEPSI!!) so I've cut those out.
When I weighed in a week or so ago, I was at 201. 2 0 fucking 1!! I'm going to strive for 170, but I'm not going to beat myself up over it. I'll be doing more posts going forward, so I'll be sure to keep you apprised.
Well, that should just about catch us up. Let's chat again soon.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
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