Climbing in Skirts

I'll admit that I've been off the grid for awhile. I have 2 jobs and I keep myself pretty busy around the house. But I figure that my phone and my email work in both directions. There are some people who I play tag with and things never quite work out to the point where both parties are available to do something.

There are some people that assume that I have skipped town. Nope, I've just changed hobbies. Regardless, when you lose something, it's best to go back to the place that you last saw that item (unless it's a sock that you have lost, those you just have to let go).

It's times like these that I do a full purging of email addresses, phone numbers and myspace friends. It's all about the Big E. Those that make the effort get to stick around. Then there are some people that are permanent fixtures.

PS. I have had the same cell phone number for the last 10 years.

Since I started this stroll down memory lane...

One of my earliest memories is of this album cover. I also remember listening to it with my dad. I don't know how old I was but I recall my dad having a big 'fro.

I don't have that many memories of hanging out with my dad. He travelled a lot. But this album reminds me of him. I was his princess.

I remember my first record player. It was a little one that played 45s. I had my own collection of Raggedy Ann and Andy records along with a few random singles.

The second record player was the Fisher Price record player. Now that was a serious record player. I could play 33s on that one. In addition to Strawberry Shortcake, the Care Bears, and the Smurfs, I remember playing Prince's Purple Rain, my 45 of Strawberry Beret, and the double album soundtrack of Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band by the BeeGees and Peter Frampton.

It was all about vinyl. I remember dancing around the basement (I grew up in the east so we had basements) with my mom. I remember the album covers. Lips Incorporated, Sugar Hill Gang, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder, Rufus and Chaka Khan, Tina Turner, the Pointer Sisters, the soundtrack to the Wiz...

I took care of my records. I made sure that they didn't get scratched. I kept the jackets in good shape. There was a certain level of respect for records. CDs are fairly indestructable. I've destroyed many jewel cases and left many cds abandoned under the front seat of my car.

In case you were wondering, I still listen to all of the old stuff. Right now I am listening to Earth Wind & Fire. But it's all mp3. One of these days I will go back to vinyl. I have a record player (just in case).

Truth be told, I am afraid of dating rejection. It's not the only thing I am afraid of. It's merely something that I am afraid of that is easy for me to write about. We will discuss my other fears some other time.

My friend's boyfriend asked me if I get asked out all the time. I shocked him by saying that I never get asked out. I am not alone though. My friend Em is the same way. Is it me, or are guys looking for a wounded bird to take care of?

A year ago I went on strike. I decided that I wasn't going to ask anyone out. I decided that maybe, just maybe, someone would ask me out before I turned 30. Around November it actually happened. One guy in a whole year. Not so good. I had a chat with Megan today about putting myself out there and just asking someone out. She thinks it is time (and I now have a homework assignment).That doesn't stop it from being scary. I have trust issues and I don't like sharing (but atleast I am aware of that).

The last last guy I went out with, I met at a party. I decided to go for it because my inner circle of friends is completely tapped out (he was a co-worker of a friend). I either know where the guys have been or they are too young or I am just not interested. I have explored online dating but something about it just doesn't seem right. Besides there is only so much you can really know about a person through there online profile (and its much easier to lie online)

Sure each new person is a learning experience but I would like to avoid getting hurt again. It's definitely getting easier explaining that I am not perfect and that I am a little complicated. The difficulty is trying to communicate that my needs are simple. It seems like most guys see the
fact that I can look after myself and begin to wonder what exactly do I need them for.

My friend Chris is convinced that my independence is a good thing. Most guys probably won't understand that, but some will get the fact that I am looking for someone to compliment my life, not to be my life.

I'll admit it. I have a Sunday routine. Any other day of the week I just wing it. But Sunday, there is a routine. Sometimes you just need to decide on a day to get things done.

As much as I enjoy sleeping in, back when I had roommates I would get up early on Sunday just to enjoy some quiet. I'd bake muffins or some other tasty breakfast treat, and enjoy my coffee, maybe read the paper. Then I would clean the house (I cleaned the house a lot when I had roomates).

When the roommates were gone, I started waking up later. I'd still bake stuff but just not every week. Sometimes I'd clean, most of the time I would not. When there were boys in the picture, I enjoyed loafing in bed and then grabbing a late breakfast.

Now that all is quiet, I listen to chillville on the radio, I get out of bed around 10. I change the sheets on my bed (cause it is the only way I remember to do it on a regular basis) and I do laundry. I clean up around the house and try and put things back in order after a week of leaving things wherever I dropped them when I came in from work.

Today, I woke up way earlier than usual. I woke up around 8 (probably because I passed out on the couch last night around 8ish woke up around 10ish and then fell back asleep). I made whole wheat biscuts and started the laundry. I spent a chunk of the morning on the internet doing research for a sewing class. Then I puttered around in my sewing room. I did the final fitting for the prom dress I am altering. I went outside for a bit to take care of my roses that had decided that they wanted to lie down. I made homemade veggie burgers (I have faith that the weather will improve and we will go back to the regularly scheduled grilling season). I returned to the internet to research composite lumber (for my fence) and dual-flush toilets (I need to replace the toilet in my bathroom and I am looking at the high efficiency ones). I made lunch for the next few days. I chatted with Megan on the phone and then I made quesadillas for dinner. Then it was guilty pleasure tv time. Every Sunday I watch Extreme Makeover Home Edition (and usually have a good cry during the heartwrenching moment when they move the bus). Then I fold laundry.

Usually I just send emails to Megan (who forgave my previous confession of coveting someone else's man) but I discovered that there is an online service called iConfessional.com. It's a website that allows you to submit anonymous confessions. I think I may have to test it out.

I will confess to the internet once again that I had one hell of a dream last night. It's been a while since I had a dream that intense. The shocking part was that it involved me and my friend's man. No one cheated on anyone. Somehow it was one of those right place/right time post break up reboundish kind of things.

If only I could plan these dreams to occur on mornings that I could sleep in. This one was rudely interrupted by my alarm. I don't think it's one of those, want what you can't have type situations. Most of the time the men in my dreams are pretty random. Mostly people I know, but totally chosen at random. If I were going to break some rules I would go for someone's husband.

I have rules about dating after my friends. It is just a bad idea. You know too much about the person (cause girls talk). I did it once, but from now on I'll pass on seconds.

Apparently I didn't get the memo. But I did see this ad on MySpace (No, I am not as supporter of this "TRUE" dating site. MySpace just sells them a lot of ad space. I don't even find the dude in the picture attractive. They could have chosen a better picture to announce the kick off of boyfriend season.). I didn't know that boyfriends were ever out of season. My question is, When is fuckbuddy season? Does that season exist? I don't necessarily have time for a boyfriend type person. Not right now. I could go for a friends with benefits type person. Someone to hang out with, see a show, maybe a movie, and have really great sex (or maybe just make out on my couch).

I had a Deja vu moment not to long ago. I got a sticker, from a DJ. Had this not just happened a few months ago I would have thought nothing of it.

But...

In my quest for fresh blog material, I was digging through old emails and found a conversation between myself and Em about the last DJ...

> Yeah, that's too bad about the DJ, cause you know DJ's are always hot...
> any dude that puts on headphones, stands behind some decks and bounces his
> head around is always going to be hot. Ha...

The head bobbing... Em and I caught the end of MSTRKRFT's set during SXSW. The music and the head bobbing, such a turn on.

Luckily I haven't seen the whole head bobbing thing yet. Besides, I didn't know this one was a DJ until the sticker was handed out. I met the former one at a party he was DJing at. Slightly diffferent, no?

Then I reminded myself of the internet stalking with the other DJ. For starters, they all put their web address on the sticker. The web address usually leads to some sort of blog and/or MySpace page. Then there is music to download and listen to while you read everything they wrote.

Yes, internet stalking is bad. But it is their fault for giving me the sticker in the first place.

Yet I write to you, people of the internet.

I mean it, I don't like sharing. I blame my younger sister for this. I shared a room with her when we were little. When she was about 3, she packed up her stuff and moved to my mom's sewing room/the guest bedroom. She wanted her own space (and she had my mom paint it pink, a very scary shade of pink).

Anyways, as much as I don't like to share, I don't mind sharing my bed. I rather like sleeping next to someone. Crazy right? It's not like I have an enormous bed to fill. I just like it. I don't need to spoon for the entire night. I sleep on my stomach so the side sleeping doesn't work. It's the knowing that someone is there.

I mentioned in a past post that I do dock points for lack of dorkiness. I was checking out some guy's website and I started docking points for coding errors and layout issues (I did toss him a few extra points for some cool graphics and use of CSS). I wonder if they judge me when I fuck up my coding? I doubt it.

Anyways, I just overhauled another website. I was a little annoyed by the request to change it (this is a freebie) but I figured that I should think of it as an opportunity for me to stay on top of my game.

Check it out www.ProjectreFashion.com