tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352254622012-02-02T22:06:42.849-08:00unlikely in loveThe adventure of one single woman in the couples universe. Be afraid. Be very afraid.femtasticnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3701100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-23638175889750540452012-01-31T22:06:00.000-08:002012-02-02T22:06:42.860-08:00Lunch Predictability Please!
About 3 times a week I enjoy a lovely chef salad for lunch from
the deli across the street. ½-sized in
one of those shiny, plastic clamshells with ranch dressing on the side. And most of the time it’s stable. Dependable.
It’s iceberg lettuce, some purple cabbage, a little shredded
carrots. Toss on that some cubed meat,
usually ham and turkey, and shredded cheese.
Lovely. Simple. A chunkfemtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-12061510950107996772012-01-27T19:31:00.000-08:002012-01-27T19:32:15.216-08:00How Does One Stay The "New Toy" Forever?
I can’t remember (and am WAY too lazy to do the research to
check) if I’ve ever mentioned this before, but one of the things I most adore
about my Dad is the way that he always makes it feel like my arrival is a
wonderful occasion. No matter how
recently we talked or saw each other or how mundane the occasion my Dad is
always and sincerely thrilled to see or hear from me. Like I’m saying he femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-89169423385842901002012-01-21T00:35:00.000-08:002012-01-27T19:32:35.406-08:00Like a cat in a rocking chair factory. But where there's hardly anybody in the chairs...
So how do you do a relationship that has already been deemed
“temporary”?
T.E. and I are still together, still going strong – stronger
than ever maybe. Last Sunday we hung out
together on Skype for 10 hours straight, with him finally going to sleep at 8am
his time. We’ve had deep, meaningful
conversations (or DMCs as he calls them) several times in the last few months
that have continuedfemtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-67877024392365379302012-01-18T23:02:00.001-08:002012-01-27T19:33:17.626-08:00Until I can sling webs...
Guess who has rock climbed?
That would be me!
I know, you’re thinking “but hey, don’t you really hate
heights? And isn’t the general goal of
rock climbing to climb these rocks up a wall?
Generally into the air? Higher
and Higher? Until, eventually, you are
very high up? At a point many might
describe as a height? And shouldn’t you
hate that?” And these are smart thoughts
you’re femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-91465121366608090702012-01-07T16:59:00.000-08:002012-01-27T19:33:35.139-08:00Making the Necessary Adjustments
T.E. is back in his native land. He’s talking the talk and walking the walk
and eating the foods (although given where his native land IS you gotta wonder
why he’s doing that last one.) Although
actually right now he’s most likely sleeping the local sleep, after 24 hours
worth of travel. Yes, you heard right –
since coming back to Hippyville it now takes, door to door, an entire DAY for
him femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-9430820567283754862012-01-05T15:19:00.000-08:002012-01-08T17:20:13.031-08:00Start the Ball Rolling and Hope 2012 Slopes Downhill...<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-20062812145783229412011-10-28T21:19:00.000-07:002011-10-28T21:20:03.284-07:00Battle of the Bulge - Re-WinningI never once thought that I was going to be able to keep losing weight while T.E. was here -- the stuff I did to lose it was "living single" stuff, like working out all hours of the day and night or eating salad for dinner 4 days out of 7. These are not the way that you show your love how happy you are to have them home. No, the way that you say that is with pizza. And Oreos. And movies with femtasticnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-61822042344815209012011-10-26T22:16:00.000-07:002011-10-26T22:16:30.258-07:00Hey, Isn't That Hell Up Ahead?
…yeah, so… anyway… what were we talking about?
OK, I’m sorry. I’m
super-flakey. I think there’s some sort
of corollary between being in love and being on top of stuff – the more you’re
one, the less you’re the other. (I have
no science to back this up, but it sounds compelling, right? Also if it has the air of science behind it
then it’s totally not my fault. It’s
just science. Sciencefemtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-25430920463204301662011-07-18T18:03:00.000-07:002011-07-18T18:07:39.591-07:00Battle of the Bulge - WIN!First, a quick update: 1) I has job. It remains awesome. Yay for good job. 2) I has home. It is also awesome, featuring wood floors, a garage and right next door to the lovely riverside bike path, as well as being close enough to bike to work and a seriously good deal. 3) TE arrives soon! …and now that I’m finally settled into my new place with boxes un boxed and furniture in their femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-28785443773264904962011-06-02T21:40:00.000-07:002011-10-26T22:12:51.938-07:00Battle of the Bulge -- Where the Heck Was I?
Wanna know how long it’s been since I wrote about my never-ending pursuit to be a less chunky Femtastic? Wanna know? It’s been SO long that I had to go search my blog to even figure out when it WAS that I last updated you guys on working out. Which is bad, right? Except wait, even WORSE, I was surfing back and surfing back and finally got tired of looking and gave up. Are you getting me femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-14552933916189525512011-05-28T19:20:00.000-07:002011-05-28T19:32:53.218-07:00I Can Now Haz Homz?Move back to Hippyville: check!Find a (n awesome!) job: check!Find a new place to live: …ummm… Finding a job was hard, for sure, but I’m shocked to discover that finding a home has been almost as big a challenge! Plus I’ve got a much smaller window to do this – if T.E. comes this summer it will probably be in early July. I will need a couple of weeks to get boxes unpacked and things putfemtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-57152901666947425902011-05-25T22:40:00.000-07:002011-05-25T22:44:16.306-07:00I Can Haz Employments!I got a job. Actually, I got an AWESOME job! It’s doing something I have always thought I’d be good at, and which I’ve done as part of other jobs. It’s something I can TOTALLY market myself doing for future job hunts. It’s something where the everyday tasks DON’T make me want to kill the folks with whom I work hardly at all! But more than the job, the PLACE is also very awesome. It’s smallfemtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-75204227836472215982011-04-20T02:24:00.000-07:002011-04-20T02:52:43.909-07:00My True CallingBeing a member of the great unwashed (or at least the great unemployed) I’ve got time on my hands. But me, I’m smart! I knew that the fastest way to get a job to show up would be to cram so many cool things into my free time that should a job show up I’d be all bummed about having to go back to work. “Awwww, man!” I’d yell at the idea of gainful employment. “But I still need to learn Italian femtasticnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-60028614261360823872011-04-12T21:29:00.000-07:002011-04-12T21:39:51.505-07:00She Lives!OK, I’ll apologize again for the uber-dramatic last post. It’s very not my style to be so emo, and I spent close to a week living the emo life: I ate the emo foods, listened to the emo songs, dreamed the terrible emo dreams. (except that’s all a lie: full disclosure I didn’t sleep or hardly at all eat for the time, and, to quote a friend of mine from HER bad, bad time, “all music was broken.”femtasticnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-61457492763784333572011-03-25T11:10:00.000-07:002011-03-25T11:11:28.958-07:00Man I Hate Being Right All The TimeT.E. ended things with me yesterday morning. It’s too fresh to give details – not sure if I’ll ever be able to do that. Enough to say he needed the freedom to live the life of the University student and having a relationship, let alone a long-distance one with an unemployed old lady, wasn’t so conducive. And as he so often was about most things, he was right about this too. So he’s gone. Andfemtasticnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-77612777935873758922011-03-20T14:59:00.000-07:002011-03-20T15:01:05.378-07:00Turns Out They Weren't Kidding...Hey, ya know what? The jobs – they are not out there.I know you’ve probably heard something about this on the news or in passing or around the water cooler. At work. If you have a water cooler. Or a work. If you DON’T have a work then you know, like me, that these silly little reports of the lack of the jobs? Turns out they’re TRUE!I spend some amount of time each day looking at the variousfemtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-12997970973669984042011-03-18T01:12:00.000-07:002011-03-18T01:13:53.974-07:00A Matter of Trust. Or Possibly Proximity.People will tell you all the various things which sucketh about long distance relationships: time difference, lack of contact, lack of sex… and these are all sucky things, to be sure! But these are numbers two through the rest for me – number one is the NOT KNOWING. Because here’s the bad math of the situation for me: it’s long distance + lack of self confidence + my guy is a total catch = femtasticnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-77311398022383667102011-03-11T00:01:00.000-08:002011-03-11T00:03:49.266-08:00What a (certain type of) Girl Wants...This post is for all the smart-but-average-looking girls out there. I’d say “you know who you are” but sometimes you don’t. I’ve had friends who thought that they were part of this group, when they were OBVIOUSLY members of the similar yet different smart-but-also-totally-hot/gorgeous group, and that’s not an easy conversation to have. “No, actually you’re NOT average looking.” “Awww. That’femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-66844051359353860702011-02-23T22:21:00.000-08:002011-02-23T22:23:54.793-08:00Slight DelayDid I say give me two weeks? Because apparently I meant a month – give me a month. Sigh. So it was about two weeks until I got moved, and the overly, ridiculously, crazy-like-a-monkey-wearing-a-bra side of my brain thought things would go like this: 1) move. 2) immediately do the things I like to do, like blogging. Which, as you can obviously already tell, was bra-wearing-monkey crazy. femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-41833256179437236732011-01-22T19:41:00.000-08:002011-01-22T19:47:56.174-08:00ka-BOOM...Ummm… yeah. Goals… Goals are good, don’t get me wrong, but…I’m not saying I’m throwing out the goal. I’m not. I’m not throwing out any of my goals for 2011, of which I currently have three: 1250 pages this yearLose a pound a week before T.E. comes back in JulyTry to get the phrase "Loose Beans" into common usage, at least in the USAHowever, life has recently become really… complicated.Now here’s femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-46573809791706715442011-01-09T16:12:00.000-08:002011-01-09T16:15:08.673-08:00Not Paying the Dews...OK, so I already mentioned that there needs to be a plan. There was a time that I would have said I’m a very good planner. However I’ve learned recently that I’m a pretty good planner, but that I lose sight of the OBJECTIVES all too often. So for this plan we need to state again the objective, and you guys need to remind me when I get lost and start aiming for “learn how to speak Latin in French”femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-74767310335159578022011-01-07T22:50:00.000-08:002011-01-07T23:17:37.975-08:00The BIG QuestionIs It Worth It?This night is the part of my new life that I most hate. I put my guy on a plane about 4 hours ago, and now he’s somewhere over Hudson Bay, Canada. By the time his tragically long flight is over he’ll have spent more than 12 hours in the cosmic garbage grinder that is the travel system; he’ll be stiff from sitting in a tiny plane seat for over 9 hours and he’ll be completely femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-33092668050549000602011-01-02T00:46:00.001-08:002011-01-02T00:46:50.868-08:00First Step: The PLANRemember before when I didn’t know what I wanted to be when I grew up? Ha ha ha ha ha… Good times. Memories – don’tcha love them? Yeah. Love them. Memories and stuff. Ha ha hahaha… (yeah, no I still don’t know. Sigh.)Here’s the stuff I’ve realized which, at least, bring me just that bitty-bit closer to some kind of answer or plan:1. I have a job.2. I pretty much always just have a job.femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-63318122577625206472010-12-31T17:00:00.000-08:002010-12-31T17:11:06.641-08:00Happy New... Everything?Hi ho! So I know, I’ve been a VERY bad blogger these last few months. It’s not you guys – it’s me! Ever since moving up to the Big City my life has consisted of pretty much three things: Work, T.E. and maintaining as much of my life back in Hippyville as I can from far away. All of these things are good and important and valuable. And they’re all full-time jobs. So there are a lot of things that femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-72975193902396993952010-11-22T20:48:00.000-08:002010-11-22T20:51:03.241-08:00Of Course You Realize This Means War...I write you from my bed where I’m spending all my time these days. Not because I’m sick (although I was – I got the flu! I never get the flu!) or hurt (actually there’s this whole thing about my toe… I’ll write that post soon, I promise!). I’m at war, my friends. AT WAR!You know I’ve got kitties, and I love them kitties ever so. But kitties who go outside sometimes bring friends back in femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-784329928709958922010-11-09T22:14:00.001-08:002010-11-09T22:14:52.134-08:00Secrets and SighsWhen T.E. and I first started we were each other’s deep, dark secret; we each had a person or two we’d confessed it to, but everyone else was in the dark. Was that part of the fun? Maybe. Certainly keeping a secret from my family and friends was a very new experience. To be honest I sucked at it – my people figured out there was something I was keeping to myself pretty damned quick, but they femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-87830757850935057512010-10-31T15:25:00.000-07:002010-10-31T15:26:50.650-07:00To Halloween or not to HalloweenFirst, a few truths:1) Halloween is for kids. There is no costume that is out of bounds for little kids. They’re cute in all of them. And then there’s the candy.2) Halloween is for hot people. The ONLY exception to the costume rule for kids is the classic “slutty BLANK”. Hot girls are why grown-ups continue to celebrate this holiday at all. And when two hot costumed people hook up, at sayfemtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-81766764137788332862010-10-14T19:23:00.000-07:002010-10-14T19:29:11.401-07:00It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like... What? Too soon?Yes, my friends, you may be trying to figure out whether you want to be the slutty nurse, slutty cat or slutty sewage waste treatment technician for Halloween, but I’m already firmly focused on Christmas. Why? For a few reasons, all of them awesome:1. I am anti credit card. However I am pro “give everybody you’ve ever met a gift.” This means I start my Christmas shopping in July. No joke – my femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-76113644059936807682010-10-07T19:12:00.000-07:002010-10-07T19:13:07.999-07:00Valuable Yet Conflicting CommoditiesI know what’s gonna kill us, T.E. and I. It’s not the age difference. It’s not the time apart. It’s not the challenges of being monogamous from far away. It’s the time zones. Frankly the people who put the places where they went couldn’t have put our two places – west-coast US and London – in worse places. We’re exactly 8 hours apart. In other words, I’m going to bed about just as he’s femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-51429996336224223712010-10-03T15:44:00.000-07:002010-10-03T15:48:00.365-07:00Earning My GrownupsI have schedules for the things that I gotta do. The biggest schedule-based thing for me right now is working out. In just over 2 months T.E. comes back to me for the holidays (more on that at a later date when the idea of writing about the upcoming holidays won’t be as likely to get me shot by readers who are all still in the “No! The “Holidays” are months away! Leave me alone!” continuum) femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-25529240150692842252010-09-22T17:54:00.000-07:002010-09-22T18:24:41.732-07:00The Thing...So there’s this thing about T.E.OK, that’s a silly thing to say – there are several things about T.E. and you guys already know a bunch of them, like that he’s in London and that there’s this big time difference and that we never expected our silly, online flirtations to go anywhere over a year ago, and…But there’s this thing about him that you guys don't know. It’s kind of a significant thing, femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-1512031714803608982010-09-19T23:06:00.000-07:002010-09-19T23:07:35.776-07:00InterventionI think my loved ones did an intervention for me. I just don’t think they invited me to it. It’s like a big, weird, secret intervention which they decided would go over much more smoothly if they didn’t have to deal with any of ME there. (In all honesty I’d have to agree with them because I’m a troublemaker and also I can get cranky sometimes and stuff.) And what are they interventioning? (femtasticnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-2071030146680808572010-09-01T23:14:00.000-07:002010-09-01T23:16:21.493-07:00Square One, Mark Two...Have you ever had a friend that you love but is far away or really busy or something like that, and you want to keep in touch, but you lose touch because far away or really busy or something like that, right? So then time passes, probably a lot of it (far away, busy, something like that…), and when you want to catch up there’s all this STUFF. The trip you took and the club you joined and that femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-65967241553338300702010-08-09T23:00:00.000-07:002010-08-09T23:01:46.204-07:00Say, you look familiar - have we met?Look, the bottom line is it just kept being a choice between writing to you guys, WHOM I TOTALLY ADORE, DON’T GET ME WRONG!!!!, or doing stuff with T.E. (get your mind out of the gutter you dirty, DIRTY minds! What kind of stuff do you think I’m talking about??? Oh. Oh, then we’re good. Sorry about the “dirty minds” thing – you totally pegged it…) Can you blame me for the choice I made? femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-20785750726206078862010-06-23T23:12:00.001-07:002010-06-23T23:12:59.426-07:00...and we're back!Oh hey, I didn’t see you guys there. Waiting. Wondering if I’ve once again fallen off the end of the planet. Or perhaps drown in my huge tub of self pity and “could you get over yourself PLEASE???” juice. Yup, totally didn’t see you there at all.OK, I’m sorry! I’m sorry for being gone again, and I’m REALLY sorry that the last post I managed to put up here was the big old “my birthday party wasn’tfemtasticnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-14941336314988256702010-05-10T20:28:00.000-07:002010-05-10T20:30:51.261-07:00I Am FortyAbout 2 weeks ago I decided “hey, I think I’ll turn forty.” The timing worked out really well, what with it being almost exactly forty years after the day I was born, and so I went with my instincts. My gut. And I did it. I turned 40. About ten years ago I tried out turning thirty and it worked out really, really well – one of my favorite birthdays ever - so this “forty” thing seemed like a femtasticnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-54669990914493021172010-04-27T23:38:00.000-07:002010-04-27T23:39:20.597-07:00Gods and Cakes and Things You Won't Believe I Did.I bought a scale. Bought it and then, even more impossible, I got on it. I stepped on to the vile, evil thing and it had the nerve, the utter GALL, to tell me terrible things. Terrible things! Oh the things said to me by that damnable scale, it’s a wonder that I didn’t hurl it Frisbee-style out my window (though my bathroom has no windows, so that would mean going out all nudesque to the femtasticnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-8685437216649355982010-04-19T23:50:00.000-07:002010-04-19T23:51:55.152-07:00Time ManagementYeah, I suck. Sorry about it.Here’s the thing: I either don’t have anything to write about or I don’t have time to write. I mean when I have the time I have nothing meaningful to say. Do you want to read about how I cleaned off the balcony of my apartment so I could sit there on the nice days? Or the fact that today was a nice day and I sat out there? Or the fact that I need to get a littlefemtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-4389147529058250012010-03-23T23:24:00.000-07:002010-03-23T23:25:57.973-07:00Full DisclosureI have to buy a new pair of ice cube trays. I had two, but now I only have one. One works just fine but the other had to be thrown away. I threw it away because a significant requirement for an ice cube tray is that they be water-tight, and one of my two trays lost the ability to be water-tight due to the holes that suddenly appeared all over it. Suddenly appeared immediately after I smashed femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-61373688694854055482010-03-18T22:55:00.000-07:002010-03-18T22:56:29.822-07:00Here's the Thing...So there’s a thing. About the relationship I am currently enjoying (which is a tremendous understatement – I’m not just enjoying this relationship. I’m loving it. I’m rapturizing in it. I’m rolling around in the wonderfulness of this relationship like it’s dark chocolate pudding with lovely, frothy whipped cream!) with T.E. there’s a thing. There’s an age difference. T.E. is younger than femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-3249450400523325122010-03-09T23:10:00.000-08:002010-03-09T23:16:02.736-08:00The Next Big StepT.E. is coming back in the summer – I told you guys that, right? Right. Anyway – coming back in the summer and we just purchased the tickets and he’s going to be here for (get this. Seriously, this is extremely worth getting) SEVEN WEEKS. Not two, and not four (which would be a month, by the way, and this is MORE than four months which means MORE than a month, by the way) and not even six (which femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-62375443521478173992010-02-28T00:18:00.000-08:002010-03-04T22:04:45.970-08:00Wanted: Partner With No PastI’ve been assured that one of the things that makes me both rare and possibly valuable in the “relationship market” is the fact that I’ve had so few relationships before. Supposedly people really like their partners to have very little or no baggage, and no ex-partners to have to contend with. For me I’m normally really aware of the lack of experience I have at the more complicated partner thingsfemtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-75496783800510818612010-02-22T23:23:00.000-08:002010-02-22T23:24:02.015-08:00Getting on Top of the PileI’ve mentioned a couple of times now that I changed jobs during my time not posting. Without going into too much detail about my old job, leave it to say that the job challenged me in all the ways I didn’t want, but didn’t challenge me in ways I craved. I felt stuck and stranded and when someone offered me a change I jumped at it. I’ve been at the new job for about 6 months and while it did femtasticnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-5528185384489964282010-02-12T22:46:00.000-08:002010-02-13T03:54:52.449-08:00Cracked MirrorThe last time I had a serious relationship (or actually any relationship at all really) one of the big, BIG mistakes that I made was not being me with him all the time. I became more and more bogged down in being what I thought HE wanted me to be, or wanted from a partner. While it sure seemed like a good idea at the time, especially because my self esteem was a little lacking at the time so femtasticnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-25017484748336942412010-02-09T21:21:00.000-08:002011-05-30T14:23:26.344-07:00Battle of the Bulge -- Now With Dinner TheaterSo here at my shiny, new apartment complex there’s also a shiny, new workout room. It’s… petite, but it suits my needs. Now instead of my bike rides 3 times a week I can take bike rides 5-7 times a week. Rain, snow, sleet or falling frogs, I can still take my bike ride. Which is very, very shiny. (Well, as shiny as anything that sweaty can honestly be.) Plus also there’s this added femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-9828845787785115992010-02-05T23:36:00.000-08:002010-02-06T01:37:42.222-08:00Meeting Our PeopleWhen my sweety (wait, what are we calling him again? Right, The Englishman. T.E.) was here around the holidays we went back home to Hippyville and he had the joy panic-driven fear-fest experience of meeting my people. Practically ALL of my people. Family, the Royals, and even the ‘rents. I give him BIG credit for throwing himself to the wolves like that, and he passed with FLYING colors. femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-36296844853137022572010-01-31T22:52:00.000-08:002010-02-06T01:38:30.224-08:00Love Sick...So as I already mentioned one of the best things ever was the three weeks that I got to spend with my sweety around the holidays. It was truly awesome and totally yay.I got sick.(wait, you got sick and yet it was awesome? I’m confused.)Dear Confused:Yes, the time together was awesome and yes, I got sick. Now big chunks of the time I was NOT sick and those times were very awesome. There were femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-17534161117001160832010-01-30T15:00:00.000-08:002010-02-06T01:38:52.609-08:00Start of a New YearSorry about falling off again. For the most part it was focusing on my sweety while he was here for a whole THREE WEEKS. (Woo hoo!) since then there’s been a lot of time with work and life and stuff, but I’ve been totally thinking of you guys. I swear!So I don’t do the “new years resolutions” thing because in my experience that’s just an extremely efficient way to make yourself feel wonderfully femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-4850513242763946452009-12-23T20:04:00.000-08:002010-02-06T01:39:10.113-08:00It's beginning to look a lot like Sunday...Hey, is it just me or is it almost Christmas?Presents – they are purchased. And also they are wrapped. Stuffers for stockings are found and sorted and ready to stuffFood is figured out and ready to be cooked and such. By me! I’ll cook food!House is clean, tree is trimmed, stockings are hung by no chimney with care, and yet I will confess (with much chagrin for being so sappy) that all I’m femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-36162123464113250742009-12-18T21:53:00.000-08:002010-02-06T01:39:26.571-08:00Returns from the (not) DeadOK, so first thing’s first: I am NOT dead. Repeat: NOT DEAD.However I do very much suck, the chief evidence of which is my whole having abandoned my blog for the last 6 months. For the one or two people who still read (and what the heck are you thinking???) I owe you such the explanation.Let me start by cataloging everything that has changed in the last 6 months:I moved to another stateI got a femtasticnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-68527040090578611492009-06-17T11:44:00.000-07:002010-02-06T01:39:46.456-08:00Irony, thy name is the InternetRemember a few months ago when I said that I was dropping the online matchmaking thing because there was no way I was going to meet someone online worth a damn? And that I was just wasting time and money and who cares anyway, nobody loves me, blah, blah, blah…Am I right, then to find it pretty danged ironic that I’m currently flirting with some dude online?Now before any of you who might be femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-24322052351633929352009-06-16T23:30:00.000-07:002011-05-30T14:26:44.749-07:00Battle of the Bulge - Get on my Bike and Ride!Just in case anyone is unsure, I’m not yet a size 2. I know. I KNOW! I don’t get it either, but there you have it. Not a 2. (not even a 4! Unbelievable!!!) So it seems like I need to continue to wage the battle of the danged bulge.Then again, a lucky thing seems to have happened. All the rain and damp and general lack of sun and warmth and loveliness seems to have gone away. Plus also femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-28624995802182241462009-06-10T00:04:00.000-07:002009-06-10T15:38:17.663-07:00Basket Full of Uber-Cuddly Kittens Would Do It Too...OK, so I’ve got a piece of information that will probably cause some “Awwwww”s. If you’re someone who does that, and you know who you are. (Then again, maybe you don’t? Maybe you just don’t pay that much attention to your reaction to things cute? OK, quick check: picture a puppy licking a bunny. THERE! RIGHT THERE! That noise that you made? That was an “Awwwwww.” You’re definitely one of those femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-32166240620324459922009-06-05T00:01:00.000-07:002009-06-05T00:05:12.451-07:00Yes. It's True. It's Friday.femtasticnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-41348193926163895762009-06-03T22:37:00.000-07:002009-06-03T22:38:58.695-07:00The heart wants things that go boom pleaseIt’s a funny thing about life – no matter how long you’re doing it you just keep learning things. For instance, I am definitely not a teenage girl. I’m not actually sure I ever was one.I was the last person on the entire planet to read the Harry Potter books. No particular reason, and once I finally read them I liked them, but it just took me forever. Similarly I’m the only person on the femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-50885493872550137662009-06-01T00:28:00.000-07:002009-06-01T10:26:42.221-07:00Hope Springs EternalThose of you who are still reading (and bless you and your lack of standards! Or a life! Keep up that not having a life! Lives are totally overrated!) may remember that a little over a month ago I wrangled a super-awesome deal on a car. A new car. (well, ok, a USED car, but not even a little bit as used as my car, and also shiny! So shiny!) I totally negotiated like a pro and got it for a femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-77235738008995689512009-05-27T17:58:00.000-07:002009-05-27T18:05:54.098-07:00The Ladies who Pedi.I know this will be a huge shock, but most of my life I’ve had more guy friends than girl friends. Many things about girls bug me. I will be honest and say that I shake my head in great confusion over the antics of my gender far too often. (someone explain to me about $40 lipsticks please? And also dogs in purses? And girls gone wild – why do they go wild? What makes them go wild like this?femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-90792518248683695912009-05-19T22:43:00.000-07:002009-05-19T22:44:56.057-07:00Where Was I...?It’s not my fault.I swear, it’s not! I was totally gonna post two weeks ago to tell you about any number of things (there are actually numbers of things. As in more than one thing. I think maybe even more than TWO! It’s entirely possible that I could legitimately use the words ‘a few’ to quantify the things I planned to write about!) but I ran out of time before the annual Mother’s Day at thefemtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-1406829593557062009-05-05T22:51:00.000-07:002009-05-05T22:56:58.219-07:00Staycation = Yaycation!I have a very hard and fast rule, and it is hard and fast this: I don’t work on my birthday.I. Don’t. Work. On. My. Birthday.With only a few sad exceptions I always take my birthday off from work. I do this both because I DON’T WORK ON MY BIRTHDAY (you may have heard rumors to this effect) and also I really hate having to do the birthday celebration thing at work. It just always feels femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-87278060343527888202009-04-24T14:28:00.000-07:002009-04-24T15:37:47.354-07:00Plan… C? D? #11?The online matchmaking thing is a bust, and I officially wash my hands of it. (yes, again. And shut up.) I just couldn’t face spending another pile of money given the crap that has crossed my radar. Also I didn’t like the way it had me wondering if the reason that I kept getting matches of crap was because that’s my type: crap. Wouldn’t be the first time I wondered that, (and if you’d ever femtasticnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-16892494369390451252009-04-21T20:45:00.000-07:002009-04-21T22:46:37.868-07:00A different kind of bad influenceOK, so despite the dozens of polar bears who no doubt drowned to death last week with all the driving that I did to work I NORMALLY am a bicycle commuter. Even with my new wheels I’ll bike my ass to work every day. I hop on my super-cool bike (and it is officially super-cool. I’ve had totally random strangers compliment me on my bike. So it’s official. Super-cool. Go ahead and envy me – youfemtasticnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-34554181442743051242009-04-17T19:38:00.000-07:002009-04-17T19:43:24.306-07:00I’m That Good<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-63486625157758719472009-04-15T14:24:00.000-07:002009-04-15T16:25:28.215-07:00My Bad Boy...So once again I’m totally in love with a new (used) car. And once again I know better than to let myself fall in love, but I’m still doing it. I suspect this one is a bad boy. (oooh. Bad boys. So tempting!) It’s hot and has many features that I’d been dreaming about but never thought I’d actually find. It’s an automatic, but it’s ALSO a manual! “Wait, how could that be?”“I’ll tell you.”“femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-53754237855415387052009-04-10T11:47:00.000-07:002009-04-10T11:47:00.553-07:00Synecdoche, New York – a film review(Note: I am not someone who normally reads, or writes, or enjoys, or supports the right of others to be involved with, film reviews. But a movie I recently… ‘experienced’… was profound enough an occurrence that I could not resist.)I watched the first hour of Charlie Kaufman’s latest filmatic endeavor Synecdoche, New York, but only because I, like most responsible gun owners, keep the bullets femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-44283386671168433752009-04-10T07:00:00.000-07:002009-04-10T09:55:53.443-07:00Fresh M.E.A.T. anyone?Just a reminder that the second chapter of Most Excellent Adventure Time (or M.E.A.T. to it's friends) posts today. dying to find out what Steve! and Gladiola will do next? ME TOO! The only way to find out is to jump the link!Most Excellent Adventure Time this way...femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-1302218855515357442009-04-08T23:11:00.000-07:002009-04-08T23:42:20.029-07:00I believe that children are our future...Being an aunt is not easy, my friends. Oh sure, I didn’t push any watermelon-sized people out my cootch, nor did I have the hemorrhoids or the swollen ankles. (Actually to be fair I DID have both of those things, but I had to keep them to myself because I didn’t have the “I’m making life here! Lay off me!!!” excuse to fall on.) Still, with all the things that are the responsibility of parents femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-73246775805556975522009-04-06T23:47:00.000-07:002011-05-30T14:26:53.579-07:00Battle of the Bulge – OK, seriously this timeLook, I know I’ve talked a lot about this bulge battling. And I’ve had moments of great intensity – remember those one or two times where I was winning? (And of course you understand that we’re defining “winning” as “the Queen lost 2 lbs and I lost 2 lbs, 1 ounce. And then I did the classy thing, by dancing around all jiggly and pompous and yelling “in your FACE, your heiny!!!” Good times…) femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-49333954912669387972009-04-01T23:51:00.000-07:002009-04-10T09:56:14.173-07:00Something very foolish on April Fools Day!OK, so you know how I'm rockin' the classic nerd awesomeness that is D&D, right? Well, the only frustration that the King and I have had with our nerd-tivity is that our DM (Dungeon Master, for those of you with lives who sometimes feel the soft touch of a woman, etc.) often drops off the face of the earth for a day or more, leaving us behind wallowing in self-doubt and panic because "Hello? Did femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-28150595339803117772009-03-30T22:49:00.000-07:002009-03-30T22:49:00.620-07:00Why I hate Mondays...(which I’m writing because I didn’t do ANYTHING on my spring break because I’m a grown-up and I have a stupid job and no kids and whatever, I super hate Mondays.)I know the idea of hating Mondays is not new. Heck, there are scores and scores of lame bumper stickers and screen savers dedicated just to this idea. But I, too, happen to hate Mondays and here, because I know you’re super-duper with femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-74289438211787392552009-03-29T21:19:00.000-07:002009-03-29T23:20:36.399-07:00Be Vewy Kwiet, I'm Hunting Wagons...So the car hunt continues apace. Last week I talked to people who have piles of money and they have agreed that I can have a bit of a section of a part of a chunk of one of their many, many, many piles of cash, but I have to give it back to them. And in fact I have to start giving it back to them right away, AND they get extra. Whatever. But at least that means that I can now get to shopping femtasticnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-777702284134753412009-03-25T15:39:00.000-07:002009-03-25T15:49:51.980-07:00When correctly viewed, everything is lewd.I miss sex.(Oops, forgot this part: WARNING! The following blog post could be a little FRANK for some folks. If talk of sex and sex-like-thing-deals makes you squeamish please ABORT! AVERT YOUR EYES! Look AWAY!AWAY!)Now, where was I? Oh, right.I miss sex.Please to understand first and foremost that my sex experiences are both tiny and remote. Like if you wanted to look at my sex life it would be femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-44846283235218600172009-03-23T23:50:00.000-07:002009-03-24T00:52:37.645-07:00At First SiteIt’s finally happened. I’ve fallen in love.And it’s so true what they say: it happens when you least expect it! I mean, I just went out for a lark, to have a little fun… I never expected to make this kind of connection! It’s also funny because I totally thought I knew exactly what I was looking for and yet I couldn’t have been farther from what I’ve found. I thought I wanted dependable, femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-6411636227957934272009-03-18T23:35:00.000-07:002009-03-18T23:47:43.900-07:00My Body, My Self.I’m tired. All the time I’m tired. Tired at work, tired at home, tired in the in-between times… Today I was driving out to another work location and I dozed off sitting at a red light. (luckily the lovely lady in the car behind me was kind and generous enough to lay on her horn ala NY Times Square to rouse me from my reverie.) Just now, as I was trying to watch a taped show and write a blog femtasticnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-60997855901442754702009-03-15T21:29:00.000-07:002009-03-15T22:52:06.739-07:00The one where my pride doth goeth...Sometimes work can be great. For instance, last week there was this meeting that I had with the security dept. This was a meeting all about negotiation, about getting what we need for our building w/out giving too much away. I’d talked to some of the security folks on the phone but this was the first time I’d met Mr. Second-In-Command guy, he in all his hotness. So we’re in this meeting and I’femtasticnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-38732042395660226512009-03-12T20:57:00.000-07:002009-03-12T23:07:20.911-07:00An open letter to the coupled friends. from the almost desperate.Many single people like myself, of a “certain age” or above, have coupled friends and these coupled friends want to see their single friends coupled. This is mostly a nice thought coming from a place of no malice, and most single people know this. Unfortunately this is the way it tends to go:“Hey, you know how [husband] and I are trying to find a house to buy with a little granny-flat on the femtasticnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-65318238580992208632009-03-10T12:35:00.000-07:002009-03-10T12:45:03.619-07:00Beauty Secrets from Femtastic and Ninja catYa know, you really can’t expect someone to take note of you if you’re not making the most of your look, right? I mean I don’t like to be vain, but I’m trying a few new things with my look to stand out from the crowd. I’m gonna dye over my grey strands, I’m putting real thought into my wardrobe, I’ve added a jagged, incredibly violent looking scar from my right eye down across my nose… you know, femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-35584727211627155132009-03-06T23:21:00.000-08:002009-03-07T00:31:26.664-08:00Little Deuce Crap!Remember how I was all “dude, I’m totally gonna get all knocked up (which is super-spendy) or become a world traveler (which is also spendy) and just generally rock my world!” and then I made that thumb-pinky hand-shakey thing like I’m a surfer dude? Remember that? And remember how you guys were all thinking “Wow, I so would not tempt fate like that if I were you.” (even though you were too femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-86529892254759938322009-03-03T16:26:00.001-08:002009-03-03T16:47:31.543-08:00Super-Dork gets Knolledge!I'm sure I've covered this at least a little bit, but I don't like math. Math is hard, and math makes me sad and makes my brain hurt.Right now there is all of this commotion over the economy and how it's bad. Really bad. "Please kill me" bad. In a sh*tstorm of completely and utter badness, now with more "holy crap, this is just so incredibly bad!!" I understand the news (ok, not so much the "newsfemtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-57291532682743871422009-02-24T23:18:00.000-08:002009-02-25T00:03:14.234-08:00In search of...I’m still playing D&D. No, scratch that – I’m totally LOVING playing D&D. LOVING. IT. I love pretending to have weapons and be brave and bold and daring! I also love writing epic, “tan-tara!” filled narratives (for that is how this email-based version of the king of the nerd games is played. We the adventuresome band take our turns by writing out the inner thoughts and outer banter of each femtasticnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-166642852863411392009-02-22T22:59:00.000-08:002009-02-22T23:00:35.596-08:00The Late FemtasticIn a word: bleah.In more words, I feel crappy. I’ve felt varying degrees of crappy all day, with a migraine and general grossness. And all day long I’ve been sweating like I’m running a marathon even though I’m wearing a light shirt and running no “thons” of any kind. Needless to say I eventually took my temperature.No fever, which is good. Actually I was 96.8. Now I know that seems low, butfemtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-81380865026347787292009-02-20T16:42:00.000-08:002009-02-20T16:53:06.132-08:00Maybe it would help if I made one myself?This country has had presidents almost the whole time, and some of them have been pretty dang good. It was for this reason that I decided to go ahead and take the day off last Monday, even though my employers seem to prefer to totally take our political system for granted and not give any time off at all. Whatever. (communists. Or socialists. Some kind of “ist” for sure…)Anyway, the Royal femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-2112007052916915002009-02-19T00:36:00.000-08:002009-02-19T00:49:00.590-08:00looky, I gots a Wordle!Thanks to The Bloggess and her general abundance of knowledgy things, I have discovered the wonder that is Wordle. Behold, you scan down and see the wordle that is Unlikely In Love!It's a funny thing -- you throw in a URL, chocked full of things that you created, and it brings you a graphic. And then you have to try like hell to not read all into it! the obvious choices are the big words: femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-32121886773178861572009-02-15T19:16:00.000-08:002009-02-15T21:17:27.500-08:00Dear Mr. Universe...I decided that the most appropriate way for me to “celebrate” Valentines Day was to finally write back to Mr. Carl and set up the cocoa date. You guys already know that I’m not really wanting to do this, but I said I’d do all the stuff and this is one of the stuffs and so I’ll do it.Except that I won’t. Because Mr. Carl apparently thought that the most appropriate way for him to “celebrate” femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-66356690391650297242009-02-13T21:51:00.000-08:002009-02-14T00:12:12.253-08:00Mmmm, yummy chalk.Saturday is that day every year where people in any kind of love (from new, shiny, yet-to-be-crushed love to aged, mature, slightly stinky like a fancy cheese and with Ye Olde Lettering on it love) to feel totally superior to the rest of us. Not that many of you DO, and what’s up with that anyway? If I were ever in love on Valentines Day I’d wear a shirt that says “I’m totally in love – don’t femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-67196627502252375512009-02-10T16:27:00.000-08:002009-02-10T16:29:51.151-08:00The Plans PossibleOK, so apparently everyone in the world with a blog is either pregnant or has a kid or whatever and I hate them all. (even those that I know personally. Sorry, but there’s just too much hate being unused in the world now that Obama is in office and we’re all “Yes we can”-ing and everything. So I’m using all of mine on the parental people. It’s my duty as an American, y’all.) I don’t have a femtasticnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-43969061035490584142009-02-10T00:46:00.001-08:002009-02-10T00:49:53.229-08:00Another example of “the crazy, I am full with it!”. By Femtastic.The newest E-Melody match (remember that we are calling him Señor Spiffypants in the same way some people climb big mountains: because he’s there) hasn’t closed the match. Not at all. Which means, of course, that he’s not a good match. And in what way is he not a good match? Well he’s just not attractive. And I wish I were evolved and Zen enough to be all “who cares if he’s not much to lookfemtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-65247669791920603592009-02-06T14:50:00.000-08:002009-02-06T15:29:23.866-08:00This is only a test...E-Melody has sent me a message that I have a new match (we’ll call him Senor Spiffypants. Why? Because I get to. Start your own blog and you can call someone that too.) waiting for me at home. I have to wait until I go home because apparently some beaurocratic puppet-master, tool of The Man and controller of all things fun and not fun, decided that it wasn’t COOL for someone to be spending femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-33027764328256805872009-02-03T21:31:00.000-08:002011-05-30T14:27:00.553-07:00Battle of the Bulge - Compare and Contrast edition.So the battle of the bulge is in full swing! And by full swing I mostly mean that every yummy thing I eat is currently coated in a thick film of guilt, and I’m extremely aware of my tummy. To make matters worse, the Queen has been tracking her eating and exercising on her own blog. And it includes words like “non-fat” and “sit-ups” which make me throw up in my mouth a little bit.To better femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-40295894960556117652009-01-27T22:00:00.000-08:002009-01-27T22:01:33.094-08:00I love a man in uniformFor whatever reason there are just a ton of commercials for Emelody on TV right now. Oh, how I hate them. I hate when they say “my friend told me about the caliber of guys she was meeting on there.” Because then I think about the caliber of guys I’M meeting on there, and either this town is full of only crap single guys or I’m just not worthy of high caliber men. Funny thing is that neither of femtasticnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-9636681835488213182009-01-23T20:25:00.000-08:002009-01-24T00:07:15.092-08:00Silly Girl Ranged Attack with +4 Charisma ModifierA couple of weeks ago I broke one of my cardinal rules of shoe buying and purchased some silly girl shoes. They have all the components of silly girl shoes: They’re oh so pretty, they have a stupidly high heel and no method of attaching themselves firmly to my feet. All looks and no sense = silly girl shoes.Normally I shun the silly girl shoes because while they’re not comfortable, they are femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-17178766696011876102009-01-20T22:38:00.000-08:002009-01-20T22:43:46.992-08:00You know what? I think maybe we really can!I don't care who wrote the words. All I know is that today's inaugural speech was the first time in my life that a politician inspired me. Here are the lines that I loved best from today's start of a new day:each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet. On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-55272476184863693032009-01-19T13:07:00.000-08:002009-01-19T13:09:04.876-08:00Super-uncomfortable coffee date in 3, 2, 1....Mr. Carl wants to have coco. And in all honesty, I don’t want to. Not that I have anything against coco, mind you! I’m a big coco enthusiast! Been drinkin’ it my whole life! Yay for coco! But I have zero interest in meeting Mr. Carl. I mean think about how awkward it is to try to write him a decent email… Now extrapolate that into 45 min. of time sitting across a table, trying to make the femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-73995352873665810232009-01-14T23:16:00.000-08:002009-01-14T23:34:54.979-08:00Strategy.I’ve got a new strategy. I’m going to learn the ways of the lonely, lonely nerd, and then I’m going to travel to where they congregate (someplace like a gaming store or… well pretty much a gaming store) and I’m going to conquer them and become their queen.Here’s the deal: all my dude friends from childhood, who are very cool now, and who have wives, HOT wives, and kids and actual lives and femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-82024258557034103522009-01-12T15:22:00.000-08:002009-01-12T15:36:16.654-08:00Career Planning on a Monday is a BAD idea...So I think I know what I want to be when I grow up. That would be my “good news.” The “bad news” is that it’s a super-not-easy goal and something I’d have to try to do while having my day job and there’s no guarantee of success and even if I DO succeed at being this thing that I want to be I might still have to keep my day job and did I mention that the thing I want to do is NOT my current day femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-35976907465596917542009-01-09T21:20:00.000-08:002009-01-10T00:19:07.057-08:00Find me a Dude just like the Dude that married dear old Mom!Today is my Dad’s birthday. He’s something like 68 years old I think? He’s at that point where he’s older than “middle aged” (unless he has plans to live to be 140 which he has not shared with me) but not yet up to “old”. My grandmother who lived to be 96? SHE was old. My grandfather who hit 100 before mortal-coil-shuffling? HE was OLD! But my Dad isn’t there yet. Plus he’s also femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-74873903807689407572009-01-08T18:25:00.000-08:002009-01-08T22:23:12.797-08:00A good investmentSo my friendly, polite, sensitive and maybe entirely too nice online boyfriend was not mad at me. In fact the whole point of his latest message to me was “hey, hadn’t heard in a while and wanted to see how your holidays went!” Also there was the subtext of “I’m oh so very nice and would never think to nag someone to answer the LAST damned message that I sent so quickly last time, thereby femtasticnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-19319997056134681982009-01-06T15:49:00.000-08:002009-01-06T16:04:15.664-08:00Unlikely In Love: The Flashback episode.So according to The Bloggess (who should know, because HELLO? She has the word “Blog” right in her NAME?) all bloggers are apparently supposed to do a recap of the past year on their blog. But she didn’t know until just now, and I didn’t know until I read it in her blog, and so here I am. Late again.But the good news is that it gives me ONE MORE THING to blog about, which is awesome!Also I wasfemtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-86190628696341634732009-01-05T16:47:00.000-08:002009-01-07T17:04:48.827-08:00The one I forgot to title for like 3 days...I think my imaginary online boyfriend-like-person might be mad at me.You know how I didn’t write any blog posts for a really long time? And how it was because holidays are super-busy (but also super-awesome, which makes the super-busy part of it totally worth it, but still super-busy)? Well at the same time that I wasn’t writing to you guys I was also simultaneously not writing to Mr. Carl. At femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35225462.post-14980411774238512242008-12-31T14:21:00.001-08:002008-12-31T14:21:38.170-08:00Replace the "B" with the upside-down Double-U thingie and it all bakes sense...I’b sick.(and also cough, cough, hack, die.)I wish I could blabe all of my lack-of-posting od this cold, but that would be a lie. But I can blabe the last 5 days of by not posting on this cold. Also I cad hate this cold for the coldidess of it. (seriously, hack DIE.)Before the cold I was just so having the holidays! I was baking (but not actually baking, like with an oven, but instead baking femtasticnoreply@blogger.com0