RFG (that's Rock Fest Guy) and I were talking tonight. We started discussing the upcoming basketball season, and he started to tell me about how his dad has had season tickets to the Blazer's since he was a kid. He mentioned a childhood friend, and what do you know? His best friend when he was little was 'secret crush guy' from my work.
Holy hell... 'secret crush guy' is apparently the center of my universe. Kinda blows any chance of dating them both since if they do reconnect they'll want to know how I know the other one.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Six Degrees Is Not Enough
Six degrees of Kevin Bacon is wonderfully silly drinking game based on the theory that any two actors can be connected through a movie Kevin Bacon starred in. There is also a scientific theory that any two people in the world are no more than six people apart. I am beginning to think six is an incredibly generous number.
There is a guy at work that I happen to have an incredibly huge crush on. I do not work with him in any way so our paths only cross in the coffee shop, at lunch, or occassionally at the gym. Another work friend has told me said crush is single, but she's protecting him so she isn't willing to help out my cause (as if guys need protected from me). Mr. redbull already thinks my work is the equivalent of high school for grown-ups and that I should not dive head first into the deep end of the work dating pool.
Monday afternoon, Sara and I head downstairs for coffee. Who should I see in the coffee shop ahead of me in line? Why my crush, of course. Said hi, and he says "I meant to say something earlier but your cousin's friend Anne says hi."
"Oh, Anne's great. How do you know Anne?"
"She's the hygienist at my dentist. She always has the greatest stories. We had this totally inappropriate conversation."
"Well that's Anne. Almost all conversations with Anne cover something inappropriate."
Little nudge on the arm from my crush, "She told me all about this great Passions Party she went to..."
All I could really do at that point was giggle like a little school girl, turn red, and hyperventilate. His coffee was ready so I said "Bye!" and he left. I completely lost any and all composure I had, Sara had to order my coffee for me because all I could do was point at the size cup I wanted. Then I had to explain to the girl behind the counter why I was having this complete meltdown of laughter and hyperventilation. She asked if I wanted a shot of vodka in my coffee.
Well, at least I already know he'll answer question number 7 correctly.
There is a guy at work that I happen to have an incredibly huge crush on. I do not work with him in any way so our paths only cross in the coffee shop, at lunch, or occassionally at the gym. Another work friend has told me said crush is single, but she's protecting him so she isn't willing to help out my cause (as if guys need protected from me). Mr. redbull already thinks my work is the equivalent of high school for grown-ups and that I should not dive head first into the deep end of the work dating pool.
Monday afternoon, Sara and I head downstairs for coffee. Who should I see in the coffee shop ahead of me in line? Why my crush, of course. Said hi, and he says "I meant to say something earlier but your cousin's friend Anne says hi."
"Oh, Anne's great. How do you know Anne?"
"She's the hygienist at my dentist. She always has the greatest stories. We had this totally inappropriate conversation."
"Well that's Anne. Almost all conversations with Anne cover something inappropriate."
Little nudge on the arm from my crush, "She told me all about this great Passions Party she went to..."
All I could really do at that point was giggle like a little school girl, turn red, and hyperventilate. His coffee was ready so I said "Bye!" and he left. I completely lost any and all composure I had, Sara had to order my coffee for me because all I could do was point at the size cup I wanted. Then I had to explain to the girl behind the counter why I was having this complete meltdown of laughter and hyperventilation. She asked if I wanted a shot of vodka in my coffee.
Well, at least I already know he'll answer question number 7 correctly.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Rock People Go To RockFest
I have mr. redbull to thank for this past Friday at KUFO's Rockfest lucky number 13 at Columbia Meadows. Tickets plus VIP parking, plus VIP tent access, and the best freaking people watching ever. I realize now that I just need to carry my good camera and take the pictures to prove the things I write about are for real.
Like the fact I personally have no issue with people who wear cutoffs, the only thing I ask is that they actually cut the jeans off all the way around. Cutoff only in the back is wrong. And if you are female, and do not play rugby, they make products that remove facial hair. Some of them are fairly inexpensive even.
I have one more reason to thank mr. redbull and that is I met a guy in the VIP tent. He's got two things in his favor already as far as this blog goes. If I nickname him after his drink, he would be Jack & Coke, or if I nickname him after how we met, he is Rock Fest Guy.
One thing about going places with mr. redbull, I have to approach guys because they all think I am with him even I'm not and we don't act like we are 'together'. But the good thing about going places with mr. redbull, if I don't want approached I am safe.
More to come later, but right now I am so exhausted I can barely think straight let alone type.
Like the fact I personally have no issue with people who wear cutoffs, the only thing I ask is that they actually cut the jeans off all the way around. Cutoff only in the back is wrong. And if you are female, and do not play rugby, they make products that remove facial hair. Some of them are fairly inexpensive even.
I have one more reason to thank mr. redbull and that is I met a guy in the VIP tent. He's got two things in his favor already as far as this blog goes. If I nickname him after his drink, he would be Jack & Coke, or if I nickname him after how we met, he is Rock Fest Guy.
One thing about going places with mr. redbull, I have to approach guys because they all think I am with him even I'm not and we don't act like we are 'together'. But the good thing about going places with mr. redbull, if I don't want approached I am safe.
More to come later, but right now I am so exhausted I can barely think straight let alone type.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Run Forrest Run!
I seem to have lost my mind, or at least a portion of it because I willingly got up at 6:30 this Sunday morning to celebrate my birthday by running the Pints to Pasta 10K. Not to mention I also did the Portland to Coast relay two weekends ago (this is the walking version of the Hood to Coast relay).
This morning's run (well, jog for me really) ended at Old Spaghetti Factory downtown. The race was sponsored in part by Jamba Juice who set up a booth at the finish where they handed out little itty bitty jamba juice cups. Those were the best Jamba's I have ever had! Well, they seemed like the best Jamba's ever after running 6.5 miles. I could have gotten a plate of spaghetti, garlic bread, and a Widmer (remember, the race is called Pints to Pasta) but that sounded so unappetizing I couldn't do it. I am pretty proud of myself over this though. I am waiting for official time to get posted, but my net time should be around 1 hour 22 minutes and I ran about 3.5 miles of the course.
The best part of this morning though, the race route went through downtown and directly in front of the X's condo. He brought M out to the sidewalk to wait for me to run by so she could give me a hug and cheer me on. There is nothing like getting a hug from your kid halfway through a race. I really could not have asked for anything more.
This morning's run (well, jog for me really) ended at Old Spaghetti Factory downtown. The race was sponsored in part by Jamba Juice who set up a booth at the finish where they handed out little itty bitty jamba juice cups. Those were the best Jamba's I have ever had! Well, they seemed like the best Jamba's ever after running 6.5 miles. I could have gotten a plate of spaghetti, garlic bread, and a Widmer (remember, the race is called Pints to Pasta) but that sounded so unappetizing I couldn't do it. I am pretty proud of myself over this though. I am waiting for official time to get posted, but my net time should be around 1 hour 22 minutes and I ran about 3.5 miles of the course.
The best part of this morning though, the race route went through downtown and directly in front of the X's condo. He brought M out to the sidewalk to wait for me to run by so she could give me a hug and cheer me on. There is nothing like getting a hug from your kid halfway through a race. I really could not have asked for anything more.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
This Is A Flurry!
I swear, this is a flurry of postings. Really though, I've had a little setback.
A couple weeks ago at work, there was a 'Fitness Challenge.' OK, it was just an excuse for people to be outside and play silly games. We formed teams of four and stepped up to the challenges presented. Challenge 1 - tug of war which we rocked. Challenge 2 - obstacle course which we also rocked except for the minor injury that resulted. Challenge 3 - relay race, nothing like four grown-ups inside a hula hoop running from one end of our gym to the other. Challenge 4 - human bowling, yep, yours truly stepped inside a steel cage ball and strapped herself to a chair so my teammates could roll me down the inflatable bowling lane.
Back to Challenge 2. After running the tires, jumping blocks, weaving in and out of cones, jumping over hurdles, the last section of the obstacle course was a stylish dive onto a slip'n'slide. Except for the point when my hand stopped at the end yet my body kept going. I appeared to have a jammed finger but after two days it didn't look or feel any better so off to urgent care I went on Sunday.
M happened to have some nasty looking bug bites after a picnic at a lake on Saturday, so I thought it would be a good idea for us to both go. I left with instructions to buy Benadryl for M's allergic reaction to whatever bit her and an x-ray, a splint, and a referral to a hand surgeon for my broken finger. I now have a cast on one finger for the next 8 weeks so the joint I broke can fuse back together. The finger I broke happens to be on my right hand which makes writing, typing, and just about anything else involving that side of my hand painful.
So typing, not on top of my list right now.
A couple weeks ago at work, there was a 'Fitness Challenge.' OK, it was just an excuse for people to be outside and play silly games. We formed teams of four and stepped up to the challenges presented. Challenge 1 - tug of war which we rocked. Challenge 2 - obstacle course which we also rocked except for the minor injury that resulted. Challenge 3 - relay race, nothing like four grown-ups inside a hula hoop running from one end of our gym to the other. Challenge 4 - human bowling, yep, yours truly stepped inside a steel cage ball and strapped herself to a chair so my teammates could roll me down the inflatable bowling lane.
Back to Challenge 2. After running the tires, jumping blocks, weaving in and out of cones, jumping over hurdles, the last section of the obstacle course was a stylish dive onto a slip'n'slide. Except for the point when my hand stopped at the end yet my body kept going. I appeared to have a jammed finger but after two days it didn't look or feel any better so off to urgent care I went on Sunday.
M happened to have some nasty looking bug bites after a picnic at a lake on Saturday, so I thought it would be a good idea for us to both go. I left with instructions to buy Benadryl for M's allergic reaction to whatever bit her and an x-ray, a splint, and a referral to a hand surgeon for my broken finger. I now have a cast on one finger for the next 8 weeks so the joint I broke can fuse back together. The finger I broke happens to be on my right hand which makes writing, typing, and just about anything else involving that side of my hand painful.
So typing, not on top of my list right now.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Get Yo' Ass In The Kitchen and Make Me a Pie Bitch
Mr. Mojito had pulled a disappearing act of sorts a few weeks ago. Schools of thought differ on why he backed away. Was it the text about wanting him to join me in a beach front condo with a hot tub on the deck? According to my friend Sparks, up to 10 people drown daily in hot tubs and bath tubs and I probably scared him away. Was it the fact I can be intimidating? According to my friend Ryan, I probably just flat out scare him because computer guys are timid. Was it the fact I threw up on pretty much every date we've had? I wouldn't blame him for that one.
After we met for drinks one night, I learned that his last break-up was more recent than I had realized. He said he had been feeling anti-social, kind of down and 'not really into the whole dating thing'. So this indicates to me that we are 'dating' but in no way 'boyfriend/girlfriend' or 'exclusively dating.'
I still have my eHarmony profile up. Right about this same time, a guy on eHarmony suggested we meet in person. I have never met 'in person' anyone I have found online before. I threw out an afternoon coffee meeting at a Starbucks - public place, high traffic, defined end point, and an easy escape if needed.
I arrived first so I looked at the coffee mugs and french presses until he arrived. I saw who I presumed to be him pull up in a Volvo sedan, walk in and instead of looking around for me he walked straight to the counter to order his coffee. He then proceeds to call my cell phone.
Red flag one, the Volvo. Red flag two, bought his own coffee but not mine.
I bought my own coffee with my own money and we found a table. After the 'nice to meet you's were finished, he says "I made you a present."
I am completely taken off guard because what the hell do you 'make' someone for a first coffee date? Dude whips out a homemade, full size, lattice crust BERRY PIE!
First off, I don't this dude from a hole in the wall. I don't let my kid take homemade caramel apples on Halloween... same principal applies here. Second, I've seen American Pie. Third, that's just way over the top and screams I TRY TOO HARD AND I'M DESPERATE!!!
Later that night I got a rather lengthy 'nice to have met you' email from Berry Pie Guy. I didn't respond. Monday I got a second lengthy email from Berry Pie Guy. He blabbers on about some 80's movie that's playing at some artsy theatre (turns out it is Flight of the Navigator). And the best part... he actually writes "...not sure if you're busy on Thursday, but we should go see this."
Last time I checked, there is no WE as a result of two people drinking coffee at the same table. WE are not going to a movie or anything else because there is no WE. WE are still at the "would you like to..." stage which isn't gonna happen either.
And no, I did not eat the pie.
After we met for drinks one night, I learned that his last break-up was more recent than I had realized. He said he had been feeling anti-social, kind of down and 'not really into the whole dating thing'. So this indicates to me that we are 'dating' but in no way 'boyfriend/girlfriend' or 'exclusively dating.'
I still have my eHarmony profile up. Right about this same time, a guy on eHarmony suggested we meet in person. I have never met 'in person' anyone I have found online before. I threw out an afternoon coffee meeting at a Starbucks - public place, high traffic, defined end point, and an easy escape if needed.
I arrived first so I looked at the coffee mugs and french presses until he arrived. I saw who I presumed to be him pull up in a Volvo sedan, walk in and instead of looking around for me he walked straight to the counter to order his coffee. He then proceeds to call my cell phone.
Red flag one, the Volvo. Red flag two, bought his own coffee but not mine.
I bought my own coffee with my own money and we found a table. After the 'nice to meet you's were finished, he says "I made you a present."
I am completely taken off guard because what the hell do you 'make' someone for a first coffee date? Dude whips out a homemade, full size, lattice crust BERRY PIE!
First off, I don't this dude from a hole in the wall. I don't let my kid take homemade caramel apples on Halloween... same principal applies here. Second, I've seen American Pie. Third, that's just way over the top and screams I TRY TOO HARD AND I'M DESPERATE!!!
Later that night I got a rather lengthy 'nice to have met you' email from Berry Pie Guy. I didn't respond. Monday I got a second lengthy email from Berry Pie Guy. He blabbers on about some 80's movie that's playing at some artsy theatre (turns out it is Flight of the Navigator). And the best part... he actually writes "...not sure if you're busy on Thursday, but we should go see this."
Last time I checked, there is no WE as a result of two people drinking coffee at the same table. WE are not going to a movie or anything else because there is no WE. WE are still at the "would you like to..." stage which isn't gonna happen either.
And no, I did not eat the pie.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
A New Beginning
I'm thinking there will be a flurry of postings here soon as I sort through my thoughts and experiences of the last few weeks. I finished my M.B.A. just over a week ago with a graduation ceremony, a fabulous family dinner at Bridgeport Brewing, and a complete aversion to writing or typing anything - thus the quietness on the blog front.
I am over that now, and I'm back to keeping everyone updated on the fabulous life of this single working mom. OK, maybe not so fabulous...
Yesterday I got a new tattoo, which has made sitting, sleeping, and almost everything else slightly challenging last night and today. For those of you with access to my myspace page, I posted the entire ordeal in a new photo album. I love the end result, but 3 hours on my stomach - ouch! The sun represents a new day (... divorce, new house, college finished - it fits), and the symbol is the star sign for Virgo.
I'm off to lotion the new tattoo!
I am over that now, and I'm back to keeping everyone updated on the fabulous life of this single working mom. OK, maybe not so fabulous...
Yesterday I got a new tattoo, which has made sitting, sleeping, and almost everything else slightly challenging last night and today. For those of you with access to my myspace page, I posted the entire ordeal in a new photo album. I love the end result, but 3 hours on my stomach - ouch! The sun represents a new day (... divorce, new house, college finished - it fits), and the symbol is the star sign for Virgo.
I'm off to lotion the new tattoo!
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