How come you don't call me

I have definitely been slacking when it comes to blogging lately. There is just so much going on in my head, that I can't seem to find a way to get it out coherently. Plus, some of the craziness is probably best left unspoken.

It is looking more and more like I'll be getting a new job, the one that I interviewed for last month. I have been on a second interview and have a phone interview with the Director today. Keep your fingers crossed kids, because I am at the end of my rope with my current job. I can't stand it anymore.

I think I finally have my living situation resolved too. If all works out, I'll take over DYD's bf's place when the two of them move in together. I'm really excited for this, because I'll be moving back to civilization! Woo hoo! No more $10 cab ride to and from Dupont. I'll be sad to leave my cute little two bedroom, but I need a change.

As for the boy, well your guess is as good as mine. We got together almost two weeks ago and have spoken once since then. When we are together or speak, everything seems fine and he acts like he is interested. Then a week will pass before I hear a word from him. It is fine with me that we don't speak every day, but shit, a text or something would be nice. Otherwise, I am just sitting here assuming you are blowing me off by not returning my call.

I'm waiting to see if he returns the message I left him Sunday evening. I've pretty much just written it off at this point, if for no other reason than I can't stand sitting here wondering why and what happened. I can't do that any more. This was a fun experiment while it lasted. It was nice to see that I am capable of opening up to someone.

I think that my mom will be more disappointed than I am if this doesn't work out. She was so excited to hear that I finally met someone I liked. If anything, this whole thing was a chance for me to see just how lucky I am to have the family that I was blessed with, especially Mom.

My mom is totally going to welcome in my future husband with open arms. She is going to be the mother-in-law that insists on him calling her mom, buying him birthday and Christmas gifts, and making him his favorite foods when we come to visit. Hell, she already does that for Roomie now and we aren't even dating!!!

Oh, and I guess I'd be lying if I didn't mention that I was a little circuit star this weekend. Or a special needs child on Christmas morning. Depending on who's blog you read. Cherry was a lot of fun. I'd never been to an "official" after-hours before and I loved every minute of it. Will I be doing this every weekend? God no. It was fun for this weekend, but probably won't happen again for a long time.

I will say this, those four hours on the dance floor with Poo-Dell will probably always be one of my favorite memories of just the two of us. We didn't need to speak a single word, just be there dancing with each other.

Finally, if you felt a cold breeze blow through town last night, it was because Jamie came out last night and shenanigans ensued. There was a ridiculous tab at Lauriol Plaza and more shots than I can remember, followed by a Dupont bar crawl. I'm pretty sure I've been pissing straight tequila today. Just call me Jose Cuervo.

I Don't Like Mondays

This past week feels like a blur to me. Actually, the last two weeks feel like a blur. I can't believe that April is half over already.

I've been out with Valentino four times now. I think things are going well. I'm a terrible judge of this though. I can be totally optimistic about anything, except my own love life. Then, I am instantly the most pessimistic person you've ever met.

We got together Thursday night for dinner and drinks, then just hung out at his place. When I left, I was floating on cloud 9. The next morning, all my delightful insecurities popped back up and made me start to doubt things all over again. Thankfully, I had plenty on my plate this weekend to distract me.

Friday night I spent with my family. My nephew (who is 18 years old. Yeah, we have some weird family dynamics) had his MySpace girlfriend in town from outside Buffalo, NY for the weekend.

Side note, it really fucking freaks me out that it is more than a possibility that I could be a GREAT UNCLE before I am even 30 and my little sister a GREAT AUNT before 25!!! What the fuck is that all about??? My older sister could be a GRANDMOTHER before 40!!! Are you kidding??? Yeah, not a fan at all of having an 18 y.o. nephew with a girlfriend. It is too weird!

So, my nephew had some of his friends over that night to hang out. Around 11:15 I look out the window and see one of the kids walking into the house with a big box under his arm. Is that what I think it is? No, it can't be. They wouldn't be that stupid to carry it around in the open like that. Oh no, it totally is a 30 pack of the Silver Bullet. Idiots.

I called my older sister and let her know that some of the kids were drinking right under her nose. I hated being a NARC, but I knew the kids weren't spending the night and would be drunk driving. The last thing we need is a couple drunk 18 y.o.'s. My sis went over and told them they couldn't drink at our house and asked them to leave. A few minutes later she called me back because the kids weren't listening to her.

I walked over, went into the back bedroom, took the beer and told the kids they had to get out. They were polite and said they would leave. After ten minutes, no one left yet. I went back in and this time let them know that they would either be leaving right then, or else they would face the wrath of my father. That put a fire under their asses. Although, this one little girl tried to give me some attitude for a second. I just looked at her, and I'm pretty sure she could see the Dupont bitchy queen shining behind my eyes. Sweetheart, you are Carroll County white trash. Don't fuck with a DC queen. Thanks.

After all the kids left, I apologized to my nephew for breaking up the party. He said it was fine and I think he was relieved that my sister and I stepped in and did something. I don't think he knew they were showing up with beer and didn't know what to do about it. It was so weird though to be throwing kids out of our house. When did I become that guy???

The rest of the weekend was good. I think the rest of the weekend can be summed up in the following phrase, "The Bitch is Back". Oh yes, this weekend the girls and I headed to Nation for my favorite DJ, David Knapp, and Grace Jones made her first full appearance in 2006. Never one to do something half-assed, I danced so hard on Saturday that I won the very first "Josefina Award". Poo-Dell tried to steal my thunder at the end of the night, but she just couldn't compete with the old kick-ball change. Although, I have a feeling she will be walking away with that award when we go to Boston to see Tom Stefan on the 29th.

Sunday I had brunch with the girls at Kiat's. Wait, I had mimosas with the girls at Kiat's. A lot of mimosas. Say what you will, but Kiat and Tony know how the throw a party!! From there we all stumbled up the street to JR's. DYD and I last for a couple drinks and were out of there after the Easter Bonnet competition.

Thank God, because I don't think that my body could take much more at that point. Between the dancing on Saturday night and the drinking on Sunday, I am feeling less than stellar today. Only 90 minutes more to endure at work. Tick tick tick . . . Time goes by, so slowly.

Return of the top 10 worst album covers

Apparently there was a part 2 to this that I never saw the first time around. Mean girls, I think I just found our costumes for the high heel derby this year in cover # 7!!! BTW, Roomie, your aunt is really "artisitc" with her covers.

http://porktornado.diaryland.com/covers2.html

Top 10 worst album covers

Some of you may have seen this before. I know it went around a couple years ago. It still makes me laugh out loud. And please don't be too harsh to Chris's grandma, Joyce. She didn't know any better.

http://porktornado.diaryland.com/albumcover.html

Infatuation

Perhaps this is the wrong song to be listening to this afternoon, as I'm barely keeping a crazy attack from happening here at my desk.

"His eyes light up
And I'm filled within
Feels so good it must be a sin
I can't stop what I started I'm giving in
He brings life to my fantasies
Sparks a passion inside of me
Find the words and I cannot speak
In the silence, his heartbeat is music to me . . .

Caught between my mother's words
And what I feel inside
Wanting to explore his world
But part of me wants to hide
Should I risk it
Can't resist it
This has caught me by surprise . . .

I begin to give in with no hesitation
Can't help my infatuation"

Oh, and I'm glad that you bitches (you know who you are) are enjoying this little show of me being emotional, crazy and well, human. Enjoy it while it lasts kids.

He's Your Cocaine

FUCK ME!!! As my girl Kim put it yesterday morning, I'm sprung. "Sweetheart, you got it bad. You are giggling and glowing. Oh Lord, you are sprung." Not cute!

All these years I've been single, I've been able to hide all my biggest insecurities and crazy tendencies. I was able to sit back and watch, counsel and laugh as my other friends went through relationships. Now I am the one who is acting all stupid, like the 12 year old girl with a crush. Fuck! And I know that each and every one of them is loving this, watching me go through a million emotions in just one phone call.

How the hell did this happen anyway? We went on two dates. Nothing more. And yet, I can't get the boy off my mind. How did someone slip past my outer defense system. Normally, I can keep someone at arm's distance for weeks. Apparently sir, you are my kryptonite.

There is major war going on inside my head right now. One side of my brain is yelling out all these rational things like, slow down, take a deep breath, enjoy the ride. Then there is the other side, the big woman side of my brain. God that bitch is loud. Of course she is drowning out that rational part of my brain. I'm. Going. Nucking. Futs.

This morning I could definitely feel a case of the crazies coming, approaching faster than the storm that blew through last night and a hell of a lot more destructive. What did I do? Did I cave into them? Nope. I went out running during lunch. No clue why, but running always has helped me to calm down and think things through. Maybe it is because that bitch in my head is too busy wheezing to scream irrational things at me. My thoughts just go spinning out of my head and then I can relax.

Now, I'm just sitting at my desk trying to lose myself in work. Yeah, I'm sure you can imagine how successful I've been at that. If I can just make it through the end of today without a crazy attack, then I'm good to go. Three hours is an awfully long time though when your "sprung".