Some of the most interesting things pop up on Craigslist but I think that this one takes the cake. Anyone guys out there in the San Francisco area that want to give her a call? And I’d like to know if she won the bet. So let me know. [via Jay, who is still refusing to contact her. Wimp.]
I’m still very tentative about writing this, but at the same time I don’t want my last post from last night to sound like I was bragging – and in the sleepy haze of the morning hours it’s like a bad hangover when you’ve partied too hard.
This week is always a rough week for me. I get very nostalgic for the days of the blissful (ha!) relationship with the Insignificant Other. I guess that’s what happens when you have 8 birthdays together while you are dating. Funny how you sugar coat things when they have become distant memories, isn’t it? Because when I stop and think about it, blissful is the last word to use to describe the relationship.
Going to the baseball game last night was a ton of fun – but the minute I rounded the corner and saw the field it brought back a flood of memories too – the IO is a huge baseball fan, and for years we couldn’t wait for the new park to open. We had a lot of fun times at games. (Truly fun, not like my sugar-coated bliss above.)
Life moves on, although sometimes I’ve been slow to follow. Ironically, he swore when we broke up that I would just jump right in to a new relationship. Other than a few scattered dates, I haven’t dated since I dated him. But there are always certain times of year when a single girl gets misty-eyed, wishing she wasn’t quite so single. For me, it’s Valentine’s Day, my birthday, and Christmas. Do I want him back? No. Am I single by choice right now? Yes. But this week still makes me a bit edgy. I got through it fine last year though – with only a slight insane lapse of trying to get back together with him. That went nowhere. I’ve had no contact with him at all in 2002, and this week will be no exception. However, it’s the little things this week that bring me a ton of joy. Saturday’s gathering with the H-Town bloggers. Saturday night’s get-together at the boss’s house. Watching my son enjoy the baseball game last night. Being around people I love and adore. It’s the little things that keep me from being the cliche emotional mess right now.
So if I sounded like I was gloating last night, that’s far from the case. I am still stunned with the success of Picture Yourself. I never expected the attention it’s getting. However, in such a simple way, it’s a fantastic slightly early birthday treat…
Well, look at what I found… Yahoo! Search and Directory – What’s New for September 24, 2002 … “Picture Yourself – photos of you — priceless. (in Photograpy > Group Exhibits)”. Yahoo! Picks in the right sidebar. And MovableType’s Spotlight sites.
Excuse me while I pick myself up off the floor.
Whoa. Dude. My boss, Brian, is always talking about how he’ll hear about something he has never heard of, and then later hear something else about it. I’ve had it happen to me too, but tonight it’s actually documented! I wrote the post earlier about Guilty Pleasures. Ed K. left a comment behind, saying that, “A “guilty pleasure” should be something that was meant to be good, turned out trashy, and became so trashy with time, that it becomes good to laugh at. The ultimate backhanded compliment. “Bluebeard”, starring Richard Burton, Raquel Welsh, and Joey Heatherton … now *THAT’S* a Guilty Pleasure.”
Ok, I’ve never seen “Bluebeard”. I don’t think I’ve ever even heard of it.
Now I’m watching “Mr. Wrong” on the Tivo. I recorded it one night in a fit of insanity. This guy asks Ellen if she wants to “come over after work tonight – they’re doing a worst of Richard Burton film festival over at San Diego State. We could see “Bluebeard” with Joey Heatherton.”
Yes, I paused the Tivo just so I could write this post. The psychic vibes were too strong to not document them properly.
After the baseball strike fiasco, I really didn’t think I would attend a major league baseball game any time soon. But Jason sold the most Entertainment Books for his school fundraiser, and we had 4 tickets for tonight’s Astros game. I put aside my feelings about the strike and we headed downtown to Minute Maid Park (which I still call Enron Field, I don’t care what name they have on the sign.)
The weather today was *gorgeous*. The first thing I said to Kymberlie this morning was, “I’m going to a ballgame!” My attitude the rest of the day? I didn’t care about a thing. You could have stuck needles under my nails, and I would have just dealt with it. The weather was amazing and I was heading to the ballpark.
It was a great game – the Astros WON 8-6 over the Brewers, fantastic weather, and I even took pictures (a teaser is here and there is more coming soon). Jason & I went with my Dad, and it was fun yelling at the players from the nosebleed seats. I don’t care what you say – I know they can hear me when I’m up there yellling at them.
As an added bonus, they are giving out all of the schwag they didn’t get rid of earlier this year – so we got t-shirts and Hot Wheels cars. What more could you ask for? The best way to kick-off birthday week, and since I haven’t been to a game all year it was nice to visit the park. I love Enron Field. (There, I admitted that I love something in Houston – try not to faint.)
They have buy one – get one free tickets for Tuesday & Wednesday night – and it’s still fan appreciation week so there is more goodies to be had – anyone up for going to a game? No, really. Obviously this only works out though if you’re in Houston though… unless you can get here fast!