A Wee Bit of Angst
Soooo…my life is still good. It’s not as good as it was before, but still good. It seems that I was justified in being afraid to jinx my budding smit with the great guy (from hereon out, dubbed “Anteater”), as we are no longer dating. And I’m not happy about it. Let me give you the short version of the longer story. First, we lived a couple of hours apart. But, things were going great. Anteater and I had a million things in common. We emailed novels to each other. We texted funny comments. We talked on the phone for 5-6 hours at a time. He asked me to go do fun weekend things with him all the way up until a date in August! He was very clearly into me when we saw each other in person. He told me he was smitten. Then, about 2 weeks ago (not long after the smitten comment), the emails stopped flowing. The texts petered off. We barely talked. I sensed something was wrong, but had no idea what since nothing had changed on my end. I chalked it up to Anteater's claim that his new job was keeping him very busy. He recently visited for a preplanned weekend. The entire weekend, he was perfectly polite and friendly, but it was clear he was no longer interested in me in any way. I just didn’t get it. The last time I had seen Anteater, it was a very different story. This more recent weekend was extremely uncomfortable. He left on Sunday with a quick wave and then sprinted out the door. I was confused. I called him to ask what was going on. He busted out the, “I don’t think we’re romantically compatible” line. Huh?! He seemed to think that we were romantically compatible just 3 short weeks ago. WTF? Also? That line totally makes me feel like I’m repulsive or something. Way to bolster my self-esteem. When I asked him why he visited for the weekend if he thought that, he said that he “wanted to make sure” about our incompatibility. Fucking jackass. Way to string me along and make me feel hideous and uncomfortable. Any why couldn’t he fill me in on his thoughts when he was visiting? Fucking wimp. So I’m really confused about the complete 180 turnaround. The only explanation that I can think of is that he was dating someone else and decided she was better than me. At any rate, does it really matter what happened? Not really. It’s just very disappointing to me because I could really picture us together for a long time to come. I thought I had finally met my nice guy who was interesting and not boring all rolled into one. Ah well. I guess my theory is correct. Single guys my age are still single because there’s something wrong with them. I guess that means there’s something wrong with me too, as I’m still single, but I prefer not to think about that. :-) Labels: dating
"08 is my year"
That has been my mantra since the beginning of 2008. So far, so good. Since I’ve been a lazy blogger this year, I’ll attempt to catch everyone up on the highlights. Behold: lots of random, unrelated paragraphs! I think I mentioned that I bought a new car. I never thought I’d buy a brand-new car, reasoning that they depreciate too much as soon as you drive them off the lot. But, the particular car I bought doesn’t seem to lose its value, so I went for it. I was worried I’d have buyer’s remorse, but two months later, I still love it! And through the car-buying process I realized just how many good friends I have who were willing to help me shop, help me figure out what a reasonable price would be, help me deal for the car, etc. I recently finally got a publication. This isn’t a huge deal to those of you who work at more research-focused institutions, but at a smaller liberal arts school with a 4-4 teaching load and high service expectations, it’s quite an accomplishment. I’ve always preferred to focus more on my teaching than on research, so the research requirements we have for tenure have been weighing on my mind for the last couple of years. This publication, added to the other things I’ve done, makes tenure a very good possibility. I feel 100 pounds lighter now. Other than that, work has been stressful but very satisfying. I was nominated for, and won, a couple of cool teaching awards, and my students have actually been a real joy this year. Since last summer, I’ve been casually dating here and there with nothing much exciting materializing until recently. I recently met a guy who is really great. So great, in fact, that I don’t really want to talk much about it because I don’t want to jinx anything (it’s still in the infancy stages of hopeful uncertainty). Let’s just say that he’s really great and smart and funny and cute and sweet and thoughtful and actually seems to like me. I am smitten. I keep waiting for the day he wakes up and realizes I’m repulsive. The house-buying plan was to buy this summer. I’m considering putting that on hold for another year for two reasons. First, I just spent a lot of money on the car and would like some more time to save for a better house down payment. Second, I still am not sure if I want to live in Bigger City or Small Town (thus saving myself a long commute). The Office is back! That makes me very happy. During its hiatus, I have of course been placated with the deliciously decadent show Big Brother. So, although this semester has actually been the most stressful and busy time for me at school and with some extracurricular activities I’m involved with, I am still happy happy happy and just so content with my life. Good friends, good work situation, good everything. Life is good. Hello to all my fellow bloggers, and I hope to blog a little more regularly in the future!
Pet Peeves
1. When people mix up your/you’re and their/they’re/there. Didn’t we all learn the distinction in 4th grade? 2. People who chew with their mouths open. I don’t want to hear it and I don’t want to see it. 3. People who think they’re better than everyone else. Guess what? They’re not. 4. Adults who wear Crocs. It’s an abomination! They’re gardening shoes! They only look cute on the under 5 set! 5. When weather people say things like, "We’re going to bring in some warmer weather tomorrow." They’re not bringing any weather in. The weather fairies are. 6. "Soccer Mom" bumper stickers. I’m a firm believer in people’s ability to be parents without being completely ridiculous. 7. When people say, "new-cue-lar" instead of, "new-clee-er." 8. When the grocery bagger puts my soft loaf of bread in the same bag as orange juice, milk, juice, and three frozen dinners. That sucker’s getting squashed, as long as the bag doesn’t break first. 9. When people say, "Hotlanta" or, "Chi-town." For some reason though, it doesn’t really rankle me when people say, "The DFW" or, "The 717." 10. Paying tons of money for a purebred dog or cat when there are thousands of great animals in shelters who are literally dying for a new home.
Hello to the two readers I have left!
As I indicated before, I'm going to be a pretty bad blogger for a while. Work duties call. Facebook saps my time. Blogging mojo? Not around at the moment. So, in the meantime, please make my day a little brighter by telling me the best thing that happened to you today. :-)
What She Said
I have been a bad and lazy blogger of late. It looks like I will continue to do so, as I'm pirating one of Pigs's posts. Here ya go.
Tenure is but a faraway dream.
There's nothing like the Vice President of your university (otherwise known as your boss's boss's boss) entering your office to ask you a question while you're blasting the song "Cherry Pie" by Warrant and pigging out on animal crackers. Nothing at all like it, I tell you. Labels: work
back in my day...
I'm pretty sure I'm turning into that crazy old cat lady who totters around picking fur off of her bathrobe while yammering on about things that happened "back in my day." The only thing I'm missing is the dentures. And the furry bathrobe. And the 15 cats. And I'm fairly confident that I haven't hit "crazy cat lady" age yet. I have at *least* three more years before hitting that threshold. "Then why," you ask, "do you think you are turning into a crazy cat lady if you don't have any of the components of cat ladydom?" That's easy, dear friend. First, let's tackle the cat part. I only have one cat. I think that's well within the normal range of cat ownership. Yet for some reason, people always forward me cutesy cat emails and send me links to funny cat websites. (Who can ever get enough of those darn lolcats? Not me!) Why on earth would they pick me out of the crowd as being a cat lover? I mean, my colleague has *eight* cats! You read me right. Eight. Does anyone send him pictures of kittens frolicking? No! Yet on a daily basis I receive fake kitty blogs, kitty haiku, etc. Granted, they're hilarious. But still. I must give off a cat lady aura. Maybe it's the links to funny cat sites I have on my website. Or the many lolcat pictures I have hanging in my office. Or the fact that my cat has both her own myspace and facebook. *shrug* I don't get it either. Next, let's address the crazy old lady part of my persona. A prime example of this comes from recent events that continue to transpire in my yard on a near-daily basis. Particularly, there are neighborhood kids that clearly don't go to school because they're always out wandering the streets during school hours. These hoodlums have decided that my driveway, front steps, and yard are a great way to get from one main street to the other. My car was recently broken into, so I'm sensitive about strangers going anywhere near it. So in the past 2 weeks, I've taken to slinging my front door open whenever I spot any of these teenagers traipsing through my yard. (You see, it takes them a while to come through because their pants are so low that they have to hold the waistband in place so that they don't fall down, revealing probable SpongeBob SquarePants Underoos.) As they're valiantly picking their way through the mud that is my yard, I stick my head out over the threshold and yell, "This isn't a cut through! You need to go around!" The only things missing are my fist pumping in the air and rollers in my hair. So you see…why don't you just send me to the retirement community now? I could eat all the cookies I want. I'd get to dye my hair that funky blue color. And I'd definitely have my pick of men, considering that my competition would be, at a minimum, 30 years older. The only problem is, do they allow cats in retirement homes? 'Cause I'd really miss my kitty if she couldn't come with me. Labels: cat
worry
My mom had knee surgery last week and couldn't move for days afterward and developed a blood clot in her leg. Yesterday she ended up in the hospital on blood thinners and will probably be there until at least Monday. My parents keep saying everything's fine, which I guess they feel they have to do since they don't want me to worry. But my mom sounds miserable every time I talk to her. I'm worried about her and want to go visit for the weekend, but she keeps insisting that I don't. Dunno why I'm talking about this here. I guess I've just got a lot on my plate. Anyway, I'm really worried about my mom. I'm sure she'll be fine, but it just gets me thinking about a time down the road when things may not be fine. :-( (In other news, I *heart* my new car and love love love to drive it.) Labels: family
The New Ride
It used to be that I only had this baby.  And maybe my TiVo, at least before the writers' strike. But now, I have an additional baby. It's a Mazda3s Sport in galaxy gray mica with a moonroof and this thing which tells time. I can't stop lovingly stroking the paint.    Labels: car
What to say?
I think I've lost my blogging mojo. I can't ever think of anything to write about anymore. You'd think this would mean that my life is boring, but it's really not. It's trucking right along. Let's see....My life has been quite the whirlwind this semester due to work commitments. I do prefer to keep busy rather than be bored and lonely, so that's good. I'm also almost starting to enjoy living in this little town, as I've made some really good friends here. I'm buying my new car on Saturday! I can't wait until I have it in my hot little hands (actually I have large man-hands) so I can share some pictures with you guys. I'm not sure if they'll have the exact one I want in stock, so I may have to order it and wait for it to come in. :-( I've never been much of a celebrater (celebrator?) of Valentine's Day, but I think it does serve as a good reminder to appreciate the people you love. So, I just wanted to say that I feel so lucky to have such good family and friends in my life. Awww, now I feel all schmoopy. No, YOU'RE schmoopy! (What show is that from?) Labels: RBOC
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