Summer Reading List

Eh… Um… if you follow me on Twitter (please do!) then you know I had a bit of a panic attack today regarding getting engaged. I’ll give you guys more details of that tomorrow, I’m not really in the mood to write about it right now.

So, since my school year is pretty much over and I go back to working normal-human hours this week, I thought I’d share with you one of my summer goals: reading. I’ve never made a book list before, but I figure this is a good time to do it. I have from now until the last week in August to have free time in the evenings to read, so I figure I can get 10-15 books in over the next few months, if not more. I know that’s not a lofty goal, but I think it’s a reasonable one. My list consists of books I’ve had on my shelves for a few months that I’ve never gotten to, as well as some classics I’ve never read, and new one’s I’m interested in reading. My list consists of both traditional books as well as books on my Nook. I recently received a $40 Barnes and Noble gift card, and that’s going to go far in funding this summer project.

And so, without further ado, my summer reading list (in no particular order):

  1. Interview With a Vampire– Ann Rice
  2. The Gatecrasher- Madeleine Wickham
  3. The Bronze Horseman- Paullina Simons
  4. Mercy- Jodi Picoult
  5. Change of Heart– Jodi Picoult
  6. Keeping Faith– Jodi Picoult
  7. House Rules– Jodi Picoult
  8. Mini Shopaholic- Sophie Kinsella
  9. Water for Elephants- Sara Gruen
  10. The Queen’s Fool- Philippa Gregory

I’ll stop at 10 books, but if I can get through all of these with time to spare, then I’ll add some more on. I never proclaimed that they were particularly deep books, but they should be good for some entertaining reading. I’ll keep you posted on how I’m doing!

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Regrets

I don’t believe in regrets, in principle. I believe that every experience, every decision, every breath is important because it makes you who you are. I wouldn’t be the person sitting here writing to you today if I hadn’t experienced everything that I did.

With that said, for the sake of blogging and accepting who I am, I do have some regrets I’d like to share. Here we go:

  1. Not being a girl scout: This one really isn’t my fault, because I didn’t have the opportunity to sign myself up for brownies and girl scouts as a kid. And I don’t really blame my mother. But, along with 5th grade chorus, band, soccer, and any other opportunity that I didn’t get as a kid, I do regret that I wasn’t able to participate. I guess these are classic childhood experiences that I wish I was able to have had.
  2. Shutting people out in High School: Ok, so here’s the deal: I wasn’t particularly popular. So, by the time Senior year came around, I had a bit of a chip on my shoulder with regard to 99% of my classmates. I couldn’t be bothered. I specifically remember sitting in Senior Home room (the Cafeteria) on the first day of Senior Year tapping my foot because I did not want to be there and thinking “why can’t I just skip senior year?!” In reality, I could have, both intellectually and emotionally. But in hindsight, I wish I had not been so angst. I wish I had formed bonds instead of breaking them, and although there is part of me that still has that chip, I do wish I was on closer terms with some people from school.
  3. Hooking up with Dan: Ah, Dan. Dan was a friend in college who I had a teeny-tiny (read: ENORMOUS) crush on and I was convinced that we’d get married. Dan, however, eh, not so much. But, we spent a lot of time together and while I don’t think he was disgusted by me, I just don’t think he had mushy feeling for me. Well, one night Sophomore year, after a lovely little get together in Queen’s and my room, Queens ended up crashing next door in friend room. Dan and I ended up being the only ones in our room. Needless to say, I basically jumped him (hey, I was drunk. So was he.), and we “hooked up” that night. I’m laughing as I write this because that was the first time I’d ever touched a penis and I, in my inexperience, refused to give him a blow job, ha ha! Also, he wasn’t circumcised, so that was also awkward. After that night, we agreed it wasn’t a good idea (aka he shot me down) to do anything like that again. Fast forward about 3 weeks to a night where everyone went out to a bar/restaurant where someone knew the bar tender, so we could drink underage. (Needless to say, that place got busted shortly after this night.) After a few hours of drinking, it was time to go home. That evening had been particularly weird because not only because Dan was once again showing me attention, but I was also getting attention from another male friend, B.S. (stands for Bob Saget, who he freakishly looked like). Well, Dan and I headed out to the parking lot and started making out in the middle of the lot while we waited for Queens. (Queens, I know you will read this…) Anyway, the car ride home was about 45 minutes, and Queens was our DD. She was driving, and in the front seat was this guy Al and on his lap was this girl Krista (she’s so random, she wasn’t even friends with us) and in the back was Dan, me riding bitch, and B.S. Well, Dan and I decided this was a great place to continue our little make-out session. In the back set. Driving down the Long Island Expressway. With 4 other people in the car. And, at one point, B.S. decided he wanted to get in on the action. In my defense, I don’t remember kissing him, but I was drunk and so I can’t be certain. I do remember he tried, at the least. If I did anything with B.S., it was only kissing, I swear! That would also be the first time I ever got to, ahem, “third base” with a guy. With Dan! And when we got back to campus, we ended up going back to our room. Only this time, Queens was there. Dan and I, in our drunken stupor, didn’t have the modesty or awareness to put on the breaks, and ended up hooking up again. Nothing more than “third base,” but the next morning, a very angry Queens screamed at me when Dan left, “I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU HAD SEX 3 FEET AWAY FROM ME!”. I didn’t. It was cleared up. But I do wish I had handled it differently.
  4. Letting my boss get the better of me: Like I said in my last post, things have been ok the past few months. I’m doing everything in my power to do a good job at work. But I wish that I didn’t let her get to me so much. I wish that I could care a little less. I wish she didn’t get under my skin.

So those are my regrets, if you can call them that. Again, I don’t think, in reality, that I shouldn’t have experienced (or experienced) these things, but maybe handled them differently? But I am who I am because of these experiences, and, well, they make some good stories, right?

Life Updates, Bullet Point Style

As usual, my good intentions to post semi-daily went down the drain. You still love me, right? Hope so. So, for your reading pleasure, here are some super-sexy bullet points!

  • I applied for a job that i REALLY want. Like, REALLY. I don’t want to discuss it further for fear of jinxing it, but know it would include A) a pay raise (much-needed!), B) a change in location (somewhat needed) and C) an escape from my boss. Granted, you always run the risk of where ever you end up being just as bad or even worse, but you’ve got to be in it to win it, right? Keep your fingers crossed for me, please!
  • I bought a crock pot. I’ve never used one before, so I’m a little intimidated by it. My mom never even owned one, let alone cooked in one growing up, so I’m kind of clueless as to what to use it for. I made Paul chili yesterday using a Hungry Girl recipe, and he gave it a thumbs up. I don’t eat chili. Beans, beans, the magical fruit. I DO NOT need any more tooting in my life.
  • My birthday is next week. I will be 28. I really need Paul to get on with the proposing. I’m thinking of making Glamour’s Engagement Chicken this weekend to cosmically speed things up. I’m also making him watch wedding themed shows on WE and TLC. Well, I’m watching them while he’s in the room. I’ve never been good at subtle.
  • Finally, the BEST BULLET POINT EVER!!!! LA-LA IS PREGNANT!!!!!! YAY!!!!! I’M GOING TO BE AN AUNT!!! (sort of). I’m so truly, honestly, blissfully happy for her and Freckles! She’s due in August and I cannot think of anyone who will be a better mommy! LiLi and I already started talking about the shower, I’ve already bought her baby goodies, and I’m already envisioning her baby as my flower girl/ ring bearer in my wedding. She isn’t finding out what she’s having, and I’m excited for that surprise. I will keep you updated on all the fun plans for the shower!

Ok, that’s all for now. I will do my best to post again this week, maybe with my birthday plans? Yes? Peace out!

Loudness at the Laundromat

Ok, I’m pet peeving hard over here right now. I’m currently at the laundromat (side story: it took me 40 minutes to dig out my car and my ears are FROZEN) since I had a snow day today, and I have run across a curious incident.

You see, I’m currently sitting about 5 feet away from THE MOST ANNOYING KID EVER. Now, from first glance she looks like a relatively normal, adorable 7-year-old girl. However,

1. As I walked in she was singing. Loudly and badly.
2. As I sat down after loading my washer, she decided sitting 5 ft from me was awesome.
3. She proceeded to LOUDLY count the bit-sized candies in her Winnie-the-Pooh backpack. She has 21.
4. She started singing LOUDLY, AGAIN. Only now I’m 5 feet away.
5. She then decided to swing between chairs practically kicking me in the face.
6. She is currently sitting atop a table, which the signs in the laundromat say not to do.

So, at this point you probably think (oh wait, she’s banging the table now…) I’m being a cranky bitch. Which, to a degree, yes I am.

However,

A little while ago Paul called telling me about a little girl who came into his store. She was maybe 2 and spent 45 minutes screaming in the store and knocking things off the shelves. Where was the mother? Saying “no” and ignoring her kid.

I am not a parent, so I won’t presume to imagine how hard it is. But, I did babysit a girl for 3 years when she was 3-5 full-time and took her out a lot, and I can tell you right now, on days she was behaving badly, we would leave.

My mom tells the story of the day when I was 2 where I threw a tantrum over a box of donuts. My mom scooped me up and walked out without her purchase. Why? Because A) my screaming was rude to the other customers and store employees, and B) if she had given me those donuts, I would have thrown a tantrum every time I wanted something. She taught me “no” means “no”, and I’m glad.

And, I’d like to add that this girl isn’t behaving badly, she’s just annoying. I just kind of want to tell her to stop singing, that’s all.

I guess the point of all this is to say that I think some parents need to shape up. Pay attention to you kids. When you go to the store, don’t let them wander around knocking things over. Its YOUR JOB AS A PARENT to teach your kids to behave in public. No climbing under tables at restaurants, no destroying end caps, and no off-key singing at the laundromat.

Let them be kids. Let then run and play and scream- on a playground. Teach them manners and politeness and respect.

And remind me of this in 5 years when I hopefully have a little one of my own.

Oh, Hi. You’re Bald.

I’ve recently become freakishly obsessed with Facebook stalking people from high school. Not in an actual stalker way, but in a “where are they now” kind of way. This was put into motion by discovering that two people I knew from school are now engaged. They’ve been together since Junior year in high school. Yikes.

Here’s the part that gets me: you’re entire bridal party is made up of friends from high school. My point is, over the past 10 years since we’ve graduated (I guarantee I will have reunion stories once La La and I start planning), you haven’t made any other meaningful friends?!?!?!?!

I’m being judgmental, I know that. But it’s just something that strikes me as so odd. I didn’t have a good high school experience, which I’ve shared here. I went away to college in another state by myself, I made a whole new set of friends, I dated random people I met online (aka my boyfriend). So when I see people married or engaged to people they dated in high school, and the entire wedding party is made up of friends from high school, it just seems so foreign to me.I know of at least 4 couples that are married or engaged to people from high school.

It also frustrates me as I “friend” more and more people from high school to see who is actually married and who has kids. It seems like everyone from high school is either engaged, married, or has kids.  (I say everyone, but it’s actually only about 20% of the people I’m friends with.) I guess I just feel behind. Queens and I were at La La’s yesterday for a holiday party, and we actually had to comment that we were the only two un-official-committed ladies of our age group there. Queens thinks its unhealthy to be around that many married people, like it puts more pressure on me. Part of me agrees, and part of me likes the escape into the land of wedded bliss.

But what I do love about Facebook stalking high school folks is to see how people have changed physically. Ok, I know this is terrible of me, but I secretly love that all the “it” boys, the ones that wouldn’t even say “hi” to me, let alone consider dating me, are bald and fat, just like the cliché says they will be. It also makes me appreciate Paul’s full head of hair.

So, in summary, I’m a terribly spiteful and mean-spirited woman, reveling in my former peer’s degrading beauty.

But, I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one. And the only thing that is different is that now, with Facebook, I can get real-time updates, instead of waiting to make these judgements at our 10 year reunion this summer.

Affirmations

I am an intelligent woman. I wouldn’t have scored a 1290 on my SATs (back on the 1600 scale) and graduated Magna Cum Lade with Honors for nothing.

I am strong, far stronger than I often give myself credit for.

I am a lover, not a fighter.

I am sensitive.

I believe in hope.

I believe in doing the right thing.

I believe that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, that things happen for a reason, that you don’t know what you’ve got ’till it’s gone, and all the other good cliché’s out there.

I believe that cats are just as loving as dogs.

I believe in working hard, not hardly working.

I believe that the glass is half full.

I believe that humans are trustworthy, sometimes to beyond when they deserve to be trusted.

I function best when I’ve slept at least 8 hours.

I have a compulsive need to pluck my eyebrows.

I have an addiction to carbs.

I apparently snore. A lot. (And I love Paul because he doesn’t care.)

I make a mean shrimp stir fry.

I still cry when people hurt my feelings.

I know every word to the Baywatch Barbie commercial.

I think women are stronger than men.

I think God might not be real.

I think English dialects are sexy. Irish ones are sexier.

I think evolution toe is creepy.

I think I need to trust myself as much as I trust others.

I know I am beautiful, even if it’s not by modern conventional standards.

I know I am loved, and I love back with a pretty fierce fire.

I know I can be bossy, bitchy, snippy, and sarcastic.

I know I am good at my job.

I know it’s not what you say but how you say it.

I know that I’m going to be O.K.

Please Forgive Me

Ok, so I’m going to level with you. I’m a bit swamped at work. Right now, I have 16 things on my to-do list, and that’s just for today! And tomorrow we have a “retreat” and now I have to work on Friday’s again.

And there is a really annoying fly in my office.

Basically, with our Campus Orientation coming up, I’m a little crazy trying to get everything done. But trust that I want to write, I just honestly don’t have time.

So I’m going to be M.I.A. for a little bit.

I’ll try, I honestly will! But hopefully come September, I’ll be back in writing swing.

But know, everything with Paul and Jersey are great. Work is ok, as you can probably tell by my to-do list, I’m trying really hard to be on top of everything so that My Boss can’t yell at me. Oh, Paul’s new TV comes tomorrow, so maybe I will have something to write about. Like, the anxiety I feel about his extremely large purchase.

Ok, that’s all for now, back to writing up my campus scavenger hunt!