Blog-Block

I'm currently experiencing blog-block. I have nothing to blog about.

The one thing that I do have to blog about is currently a secret, so I can't blog about that yet.

I could blog about work--but you'd all be bored literally to tears, so we will skip that, too.

I could blog about my adorable niece, but you're all bored with that.

I could blog about the latest boy in my life...oh, wait?

I could blog about the really fast trip I am taking to Chicago this weekend for an event, but all the driving leaves me exhausted.

I could blog about the dark quote by Plath on finallyseeing.tumbler.com that I really really liked, but then you would all get the impression that I was dark and demented, so I'll leave that one out.

I could blog about how I wouldnt have to be blogging today because if I had participated in BlogSecret, my blog would have been automatic. And I wouldn't be sitting here with blog-block.

So, today, blog-block wins. Here's to hoping something exciting happens before tomorrow.

xxxxxo

Just Looking for a Good Time

I'm a loser. I posted a post about everyone doing Blog Secret and then I failed to get my submission in on time. Ooops. It's been busy around here. One of my besties, Beth, had her sweet little baby girl Amelia, and on top of that I had a crazy weekend.

Friday I was convinced I was going to do nothing--I was convinced I was going to stay in and do some work while watching tv and cozying up to a bottle of red. As I stopped at the office to pick up my projects, I got a call from the roomie/bestie. She and her BF decided that we were going to go back to his place (a small town about an hour from here) and go out--we were going to pick up his friend in Des Moines along the way. Okay, why not.

Well, we end up at a bar called the Rusty Duck in this tiny tiny Iowa town of less than a thousand people (689 people according to the 2000 census--yes, I googled that shit). Anyway, this bar is great--within the first five minutes I had been introduced to like 10 people and hugged twice by two old ladies whom I had never met before who continued to tell me that I was "just a baby."

Sara and I started out drinking beer, but as the yawning came in to play, it was determined that vodka redbulls would bring on our second winds--and they did. And they kept flowing. For about 5 or 6 hours they kept flowing. And we weren't drinking slowly.

So, Roomie's BF's friend is hot. This I established earlier in the evening--it wasn't one of those beer goggle attractions.

We leave the bar at about 2 AM after 200 dollars worth of drinks/appetizers, and lots of karaoke including but not limited to: NKOTB The Right Stuff, Touch Myself, and Man I Feel Like a Woman--heavens no, I did not sing--we allowed Roomie's BF to do all the serenading. We make it back to Roomie's BF's house. Roomie falls off a stool at one point. We eat toast and ham sandwiches. We continue drinking. We decide it's time for bed. Roomie's BF has his bedroom and his extra bedroom. I crawl in to extra bedroom bed. Am followed by hottie friend. Have great mash session. Pass out.

Regale my sister with this story the next day--she says, "Do you think you'll ever see him again?" I say, "I doubt it, but have you heard that Lady Antebellum song--Just Looking for a Good Time?" She says, "Yes," I say, "I'm thinking that's how I'm going to live for a little while." She's silent. I say, "Do you think that's wrong?" She says, "A little disturbing, but no, not wrong."

I must have still been drunk when I told her this, because the truth is, that is so NOT how I plan on conducting myself. I need to stay away from the vodka. That little bastard steals my inhibitions every time I hang out with him.

But, I mean really I'm 23--I deserve a random mash session every once in a while, right??
:)

Blog Secret

I know that some of us refrain from saying the things we want to say because we are afraid of what our readers will think. Well, a genius decided to organize Blog Secret--check out the website. You write whatever you want, and it gets posted on someone else's blog--completely anonymously.

Sounds like a grand idea to me! :) But hurry, you have to have your submission in by Saturday!

You've Got Mail

And it went a little something like this....

At 9:19 PM yesterday Mr. Converse* wrote:

"Hi Jamie.

I hope your week is going well so far. I had a great time last Saturday. The drive home was less than pleasant but it was still good to see you.

That being said I need to mention something. My Ex from last summer called me on Sunday and asked for us to get together this week. From the sounds of it she'd like to try to get back together. I'm not sure if I want to right now but there may be that possibility. We're going to talk about it after the trial.

I think it would be disingenuous for me to say that I still don't harbor some feelings there. I don't know what's going to happen but if we decide to get back together I don't want to lead you on. I hope you understand but it's probably best that we curb the dating for now.

That being said I think you're amazing: beautiful eyes, a wonderful laugh and, frankly, a great kisser. I hope you don't resent me and I hope you've had a good couple dates. Who knows, maybe we'll see each other again.

Take care,
Mr. Converse*"

*Names have been changed to protect identity

Thank goodness for my lovely friends who talked me through the disappointment. Especially one of my besties who was/is in a hospital bed trying to have a baby (that there is friendship, my dears!)! Bleh. I am disappointed. It's a fact. As much as I tried to find the cons--as you all saw, I actually enjoyed his company and very much liked what I knew of him--converse shoes and all.

I suppose we should add one more con to the list: Still loves ex girlfriend.

But on the bright side, there will be a new little baby in my life at some point today!

I am:

23.

single.

a thinker.

passionate.

afraid of commitment.

blessed with a great group of friends--you all are awesome.

fortunate to have some lovely family members.

stubborn.

suffering from wanderlust.

missing my best friends from college--real life sucks.

always up for a *large* glass of red.

currently obsessed with Pink, Sugarland, and Sara Barielles's new CDs.

confused.

usually reading a really sappy or depressing book. Paint it Black has been the latest read.

grateful.

a feminist.

so thrilled to watch Emerson grow into her own person--attitude and all.

liberal.

looking forward to the future and wishing it was easier for me to forget about the past.

excited for my next date with *him.* I think he's seriously cool.

an ice cream lover.

an absolute hater of the following: sour cream, cottage cheese, ranch dressing, mustard, bleu cheese, hangnails.

finicky about cheese--there are some things I enjoy it on (i.e. pizza, pasta) and other instances in which I hate it (i.e. on burgers, cheese soups, cheese and crackers, cheese dip).

always complaining that my feet are too hot.

addicted to Diet Coke--which leads to my dehydration and vitamin deficiency.

a hopeful cynic.

constantly searching.

Who are you?

Mr. Converse

I have, to date, been on two dates with Mr. Converse (thanks E for coming up with the nickname!). Both dates have gone well. The first--sushi, the second--dinner and a movie (Role Models--hillarious, seriously, very funny) followed by hanging out with a couple friends at my place. Yes, I let him in my house. This is a big step--a big personal step. I don't know, there is just something about letting someone in to your space--to see more of you than the jeans, sweater, and red wool coat...it's intimidating. Anyway, he's fun, funny, handsome, sarcastic and the two of my friends that met him on Saturday approve.

My qualms about this situation:
* I hate dating in general. It's kind of a hassle.
* One day I am relationship ready, the next day, I think I changed my mind. The cycle continues. I'm a walking contradiction.
* He lives an hour from here--which is no big deal, but it's still something to consider. However, since gas here in the good ole IA is down to $1.79, I suppose I can afford to make the drive.
* He is 8 years older than me. Not a huge deal, but again, something to consider.

Positives:
*He is just as busy if not more busy with his job as I am with mine. Thus, no clingy must see you every night or talk to you on the phone four hours a day stuff.
*He makes me laugh.
*He's smart.
*He socialized with my friends, and it was a very enjoyable time.
*He wears converse tennis shoes.
*He is a democrat.

Oh, the trials of dating. I don't know. I suppose at this point I take it one date at a time and reevaluate. Have any of you been on dates lately? Do you have any helpful advice for this gal?


AM, to answer your question...yes *blushing*

would you?

I am sitting here watching City of Angels--a movie I have not seen in years. Anyway it is now that I am reminded of why I fell in love with this movie in the first place--it is romantic and sweet and girly. I love meg too, and I think this is one of the first movies I cried at...oh nostalgia!!
Anyway, right now, as Nicholas Cage falls from grace I can't help but wonder--would you do it? Give up your heavenly existence for someone you believed you clicked with instantly? Someone you believed you loved? Without question?

I like to hope I would...

I have the day off tomorrow! Whooohooo!! Let's get drunk and celebrate, right?? Yeah, no.

I took the day off to babysit the niece. No daycare. And I am totally stoked about it.

Even if she did throw a temper tantrum at the grocery store tonight which required my taking her out to the car while my sister finished up.

I, then, tried to get her out of her car seat when we got back to their house and she threw a fit. Whatevs dude--stay in that seat all night for all I care. Psh.

On the other hand, whenever she says, "Thank you Mamie, or here you go Mamie," She's totally forgiven. Little shit. It's amazing how they can be such punks one second and totally sweet the next second. I was cutting up potatoes and she handed me the new potato every time the last one was cut up. She's freaking adorable.

She's not feeling well, and the weather tomorrow is supposed to be extremely crappy, so I am thinking it's a good day for lounging around with the grey skies, movies, ice cream, jammies, and soda (don't tell her mom!).

On another note--there is possibly going to be another date this weekend. I think you guys would like him....he wears converse tennis shoes. I'm thinking he might be my 'type' though I am not sure I actually have one. I seriously think you all would approve. We'll see how the weekend goes! :) I'll certainly let you know what, if anything, happens!! xo

Wow.

I am amazed by the showing tonight. People voted in record numbers.

I am so excited to see the change that is going to come with this new 44th president.

I am thrilled to see that, at this point, he is 333 to 155--that is quite the victory. This country craves change--this simply shows the urgency for change.

Let's be excited--and celebrate! It's a new beginning, to say the least! Obama 08!!!!!!!

:)

So, the sushi was amazing. And so was the conversation. He's handsome. Salt and pepper hair (he's not that old), converse tennis shoes, great glasses. Pretty darned close to the best first date I have ever been on. Hopefully I will be seeing him again next weekend!

He ordered a bunch of random sushi, which, frankly, scared the hell out of me--as up until last night, I was pretty reserved about my choices in sushi. I have no idea what I ate last night, but I know it was amazing.

Anyway, we had dinner and talked until they were closing the place down at which time we decided we should probably should head out. I'll spare the boring details and let it be enough to say that the conversation was wonderful and I'm actually excited to see him again--and this doesn't happen all that often in my world! Lets be honest! :)

On another note, get your butts out tomorrow and VOTE!