Tired. That’s all I’ve been lately. Not that I got all that much sleep last night either. I just dressed pretty to make me feel better. No excuse for not blogging, but hey, it’s my blog and I don’t need one. Tell me, why is it that we-who-blog put so much pressure on ourselves to constantly blog and try to make it entertaining? Maybe it’s just me who does it, but I think not.

The update so far: I finally made the decision to tell my boss to shove it. I was gonna tell her that she dug herself into this hole and I had had enough, she could dig herself out. I was gonna be calm and professional about it all. I was going to tell her that I didn’t appreciate the way she let my employees undermine my authority and the ways she undermined my authority. I was even going to hand her the ad to run for my replacement. Then she comes in and hits me with the news that something else has gone wrong with her physically (she’s been sick a lot in the past year) and that she’s getting separated. (I don’t mind saying that part here – she’s been telling anyone who’ll stand still long enough about it.) I couldn’t do it. Something made me stop. Whatever it was, loyalty, compassion, whatever… it made me stop and say "suck it up." So here I sit. I’ll be here through the holidays… I know that she knew what I was going to tell her. I think she even might be afraid that I’ll still do it. Why, may you ask, might I be so sure? She’s being nice to me. Ultra-nice. Thanking me for stepping up as much as I have in the past month. (It’s been for longer than that, but hey, a thanks is a thanks, right?) Supporting me in a squabble that one of our employees wants to engage me in. Basically stuff she wouldn’t have done a month ago. Am I a sucker? Probably. Is it nice to hear it, even if it’s not totally sincere? Yes. Am I little pissed? At first, yes. Now? Well, I think I’m doing the right thing – for now – and that makes me feel better about it all. I know that the uber-niceness won’t last, but for now it’s nice.

In all the stressfulness that my life’s become, I’ve made it a point to have a life outside of work a bit more. Or really, my friends have decided that I should have a life outside of work and are dragging me along. LOL. One of the things that I’ve been doing is having dinner and drinks every other Wednesday with Rossana and Kel. Phyl makes sure that I get out and see the band and just get some drinky, girl time… of course, that’s when she’s in town too. C keeps trying to get me to go out for dinner and a drink with her… stuff keeps coming up. We will go sometime, I promise!!! Ann tried to get me to come over for some fun, house-painting time, but I couldn’t make it. Liza’s been indulging me in retail therapy at every possible chance. (Luckily for me, I’ve been good about not spending too much…) Dani went to see my boys with me, ensuring that I got off my ass for an afternoon. LOL.  So really, this rambling paragraphy is just an extremely overdue thank you to all of you. (And to you too Lara, for helping me keep my sanity while I’m at work!)

So anyways… on one of those dinner and drinky nights with Kel and Rossana, we started talking about our past relationships. And relations with in-laws and significant other parents. There seemed to be a little bit of surprise when I piped up that only one of my exes had parents who liked me. (And according to him, still do. Hee.) I’m not sure if it’s been the guys I’ve chosen in the past, or maybe I just give off a vibe, but apparently when parents meet me, they think that I’m an Evil Woman Who Will Lead Their Son On the Path To Ruin. (Since so many parents think this – or will think this – of me, I’m thinking of just having business cards printed with that title.) Maybe it was the margarita – the bartender did seem to make it pretty strong – but when Kel and I found red crayons, we grabbed napkins and started to color!


(This is what happens when two slightly buzzed girls get a hold of crayons…)

I don’t do a whole hell of a lot of these memes, but there have been a couple out there that have interested me. So, here’s one I found on this blog:

Seven Things I Plan to Do Before I Die:

  • Travel to Europe
  • Skydive
  • Move from the DC area, at least once
  • Become a professional photographer
  • Learn to ballroom dance
  • Travel to my mother’s homeland
  • Learn Spanish

Seven Things I Can Do:

  • Knit
  • Imitate most accents pretty well
  • Walk relatively well in heels
  • Give decent advice
  • Make others laugh
  • Make decisions for others
  • Rationalize just about anything

Seven Things I Cannot Do:

  • Ice skate
  • Speak above a kindergarten level in Spanish
  • Go without Starbucks for a day
  • Make my own decisions
  • Not wear a watch
  • Plan
  • Knit an intarsia pattern

Seven Things I Find Attractive In A Man:

  • Sense of humor
  • Comfort with themselves
  • Laughter
  • Quick wit and banter
  • Smile
  • Well dressed (this doesn’t mean wear a suit or brands, just not looking like an idiot when going out)
  • Chivalry

Seven Things I Say Most Often:

  • Crap
  • Fuck me.
  • Shit
  • Dude
  • I’m just sayin’
  • Shoot me. Please.
  • *hiss* (Okay, so it’s not something I say, but it’s a sound I make.)

Seven Celebrity Crushes:

  • John Hannah
  • Colin Firth
  • Ben Affleck (so I’m not proud of that one, lol)
  • Jack Davenport
  • Scott Patterson
  • Hugh Laurie
  • Joseph Fiennes

Seven Bloggers I Must Now Tag:

  • Nope, no tagging here! You want to do it, go ahead!