Today: It’s 9/11, and I’ll never forget. Never. I’m also thinking of all our friends in Florida as the storm moves on and they figure out what to clean up first…
Weekend: Super mellow. I went to bed early on Friday because I wanted to get shit done on Saturday that I never really got done. I even took the dog to daycare because I felt like it was going to be a workday.
Actually, Saturday was lovely. Did a Ballet Burn class with Athena in the morning and then finally did the transfer of my bashed-in loaner car (my co-worker backed into the bumper in the office parking lot) and got my sweet little ride back. It was nice because the weather was gorgeous and I could drive with the top down. Sweet!
Got my hair did - cut and styled. Really loving this new cut. It’s so simple yet sophisticated. I feel like I look like an executive when I look in the mirror. Or well, maybe it’s that I look like I’m just more together with a nice, smooth, clean hairstyle. Or maybe it’s just the fact that I’m getting it done by a PROFESSIONAL now. Heh. Whatever it is, I like it.
Did a little shopping after that. Best Bud’s birthday was yesterday and I wanted to get her something sweet. We never see each other outside of the office anymore. I finally figured out why - her husband doesn’t like for her to hang out with me. I’m the still-single friend! If I go to her house it’s fine. But her husband is there and he can be super hot-headed. Not trying to be racist, but I guess it sort of is? He’s Latin (from the Dominican Republic). And I love his passion, but damn, that dude has a TEMPER.
ANYWAY, we talked on the phone for a while and I picked up a couple of cute and sparkly gifts (including a bottle of bubbly, of course), and brought them to her today at the office since we’re not allowed to see each other after hours, heh.
Then dinner with both Cindy and Maria because we’re all eating healthy. The two of them had never met, but I thought that dinner was really nice. Cindy is doing a cleanse, and Marie and I are both trying to eat healthy and I was not drinking at all due to my alcoholism over the last couple of weekends. We met at a restaurant that has super healthy options that are absolutely delicious. I’ll be going back there often over the next few weeks, I’m sure.
Cindy and Maria chatted like old friends. We talked about everything under the sun, including travel and work and of course, men. During the course of dinner, Maria’s new interest was texting pretty crude things that he was going to do to her, and I threw up a little in my mouth. They have had ONE date and he was sending the smarmiest texts.
Sad. The second I get excited for myself or my friends, the guy has to go and blow it by thinking (and texting) with his penis.
Yesterday, Sunday, was a catch-up day which turned into another gorgeous day outside. I walked the dog over to a fancy new Starbucks where I sat outside soaking in the day until a friend of mine texted and said he and his partner were at the park close to my apartment, so we went over there and hung out. I was supposed to see my folks, but I ended up blowing lunch off and pretty much all of my other “duties” so that I could listen to music with my friends and just hang. It was nice, but I feel really behind on housekeeping today.
Regardless, Monday appeared and here we are.
Dog Bite: Remember over the 4th of July weekend I got bit by my jerky neighbor’s dog and he refused to acknowledge it? I found out over the weekend (after I paid the $150 out of pocket for urgent care) that the dude’s dog has bitten other people and dogs - one before my bite (another neighbor) and one recently (another neighbor’s dog). And the guy still lives in the building? He’s only gotten his hand slapped? If even that.
Found out that my neighbor who’d been bitten before me is now all lawyered up and ready to sue. She says she’s going to need plastic surgery, which, well, I couldn’t see the damage as she had full length pants on, but damn! She did show me the pictures of her bite, and they are in the exact same location as where the dog bit me, so…
Though the spot looks completely healed on my leg, I can still feel it when I press my leg against something. I’m not looking to sue. I just want what’s right: a safe apartment and neighbors who aren’t dicks.
We’ll see where this goes. I sent a copy of my bill to the apartment manager and forwarded it to her boss because nothing seems to happen with her. Maybe this will spark some progress?
Body Status: Semi-good news and bad news. First, the almost-good. I finally had the courage to step on the scale for the first time after Italy and the summer of fairly heavy drinking and somewhat decadent eating and not a lot of sweating. It read ½ pound less than the first of the year. This means that even though my jeans don’t fit very well, I haven’t fallen so far off the wagon that I’ll never recover. The bad news is that I’m practically back to square one from the first of the year. So, I’ve gained 8.5 lbs back of the 9 lbs I lost earlier this year, which is dumb, but not unfixable. The next Whole Life challenge starts on Saturday. I’m on it.
Booty Status: Eh. Steve McQueen is still MIA. Never got a “next time” with AA. Bachelor Party Marty just sent me a text a little while ago about my lips (read: sexy time this weekend?). And guess who just came back out of the woodwork? Could it be the Tree?? Not sure what to say about that one…he’s appeared in a sly way on social media. Maybe he saw me on Tinder or Bumble and is feeling me out?
Regardless, nothing new on the horizon right now…just the same-old-same-old either slinking around or slipping further away.
That’s all I got for now on a Monday.
xox,
GS
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