Finally, the government does something for me!

After "the NFL had faced mounting pressure from politicians in recent weeks to make the (Patriots v. Giants) game available to more viewers." (CNN.Com/si) , Roger Godell has agreed to let the Game be simulcast on CBS and NBC this Sunday.

YAY, Senators, you aren't saving me on taxes, I sure as hell can't afford good healthcare, we seem to be in the middle of an unwinable war, and stand on the brink of a economic collapse with no solutions to the quaqmire that is immigration, the schools are falling apart and the kids aren't okay. But by god, I will have my football.

Seriously- EFF You.

So. I talked to the Ex yesterday. Doing a little briefing and pr spin for mutual friends that don't know of the train wreck that is us. We talked about random crap, stories from my life, his life, what he got the new girl, and how he went to meet her parents and has to plan events for his friends/her friends.

I got off that phone SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO irritated. I mean, don't get me wrong, I forgive my ex for being an absolute ass to me, but really, hearing all the ways he is going out of his way for the new girl, just irritates me. Like, WTF, could you have treated me any worse. Plus, I got to hear about how she is worried about me.... because I sat in his car. BECAUSE I SAT IN HIS MOTHEREFFING CAR. I promptly hung up the phone and lost his number, because for real, after everything that I put up with from his punk ass, he should be thankful for ANY second of time I give him, let alone, have to deal with his new girlfriend worried about us being friends AND hear about how NG likes puppies so he gave her a puppy book.

I am calling for a hiatus of all things the ex for 2008 (at least the first quarter of 2008). I deserve a better friend than one who is busy buying puppy books and undervaluing me. SUPER SAD.

I also met a hot boy, who speaks flawless spanish and is hilarious. Lets hope new boy calls.

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F.Y.I
My Hair--- Full and GLOSSY
My Skin--- Luminious
My Guilt Flowers--- Blooming.
My Ass--- Still Perky!
My Ex---still feeling bad and still freaking LUCKY, I flove him and didn't let numerous friends beat him senseless (again, thanks awesome friends)

I dedicate this post to my Skippy (tips diet coke to her!)

Anyhow, an alarming trend came to my attention yesterday. Men staking their claim on specific areas and marking them with CREEPY. Example, my dear friend Elizabeth is a fairly nice girl (clearly different peoples here) Not really prone to overreaction, drama or anger (unless you wake her up before 10 a.m.... and/or you don't let her get Starbucks) So imagine my surprise when she calls me stating that she has to find a new gas station (apparently NOT a Valero, because cheap gas makes the BF mad), a new bank and possibly a new freeway to drive because of one CREEEEPY dude who has taken it upon himself to follow her around and drop delicious come on lines like "man, your eyes are blue" and or "F**& you are hot" whilst learing at her blue sweater. I mean, SWOOON, I am surprised she didn't stop RIGHT there and call the BF, who thinks she walks on water and will do insane things like buy her snow chains for ONE weekend drive, and tell him she found her TRUE winner. Because really, nothing is better than minding your own business at a gas station and having a dude get all up in your personal space and offer such pearls of sexiness as "F*&* you are hot." The best part is, this dude is apparently POSTED at the Shell Station, just dropping bombs like that on unsuspecting women.

I have no idea why that man is single.

Just like I have no idea why this fine specimen is alone.
Scene- Bank
Lady walks up to the ATM- "HEY, pretty, wanna play teller with me"

Nope, no idea.

So I propose a happy medium to those trying to just cement a creepy area. Please mark your bank, gas station, Starbucks with a giant ORANGE cone and a whistle that periodically blows to clear the area. This will allow all women to decide ahead of time if they want to deal with you ish. Perhaps business owners can get involved, offering discounts to women who decide to brave the creepy.

See. Happy mediums can be achieved.
Now if people could just leave my poor skippy alone, she is running out of gas stations.

These are a few of my FAVORITE THINGS.

1. My Friends Jason and James.... who have been nothing but HILARIOUS during a painful stupid time in my life. And who have promised to buy me the kitchen aid mixer of my dreams when I finally do find a boy they deem worthy of me dating.

2. Senor Fish street tacos.... carne asada, you do me so well!

3. Gracie and Daniel Latshaw- is it possible to love someone else kids so much you just wanna SQUEEZE them all the time. The answer is YES. A resounding, YES.

4. All things Victoria's Secret!!
5. Shortbread cookies!

That is all.

P.S. In other news, closure.... is a motherfracking myth. BS.
P.S.S. I do enjoy my flowers though.

Tap into the Source.

Hello, faithful blog readers!

Well, as you have been following the blog for the past couple of months, you might have noticed that I got involved with one of my boys, "THE EX", and it was disasterous.

This weekend, we talked. He told me he is seeing someone.

And I felt.

FINE.

No, seriously, fine. Having a month break for us was good. Because it gave a lot of clarity to what we do well, Friendship, and what we fluck up royally, Dating. We are not when harry met sally, at all, we are more... Joey and Rachel from Friends. Timing. TIMING. Timing.

Well, anyways, storytime. He came over last night because he wanted to answer any questions I might have, appologize, etc. I was SO FREAKING NERVOUS when he came to the door. I was afraid. V. Afaid. I would open the door and feel a rush of romantic feelings for him. Like wanting to kiss him or hug him or anything. But I felt peaceful. Like, man I have missed you kiddo. so much. But no desire or attraction to him whatsoever. Which up until last week, I probably would have. We talked, he cried, and I listened. I listened and listened and listened some more. and after he appologized for the 15th time. I looked at him.

REALLY looked at him. I knew that he meant what he said, he really did hate himself for hurting me. Like actually HATE himself, think he was worthless and awful. And just a horrible fuck up of a person... but all I saw was

the boy who once sat on the phone with me for 45 minutes while at work (avoiding several bosses!!) because some other boy had said something mean to me. The boy who drove 45 minutes out of his way, to get me french fries because I wanted them and was sad. The boy who once explained a full 60 minute football game while it was ON, because I was confused. The same guy who has always told me I am beautiful and smart and deserved nothing but the best. And then I remembered. I have loved him for 6 v. long years, and 4 months of ick, doesn't change that.

So I forgave him and then I told him- It was time and okay to forgive himself. He made a mistake. We made a mistake in thinking we could force a very beautiful friendship and attraction into a romantic commitment. The "idea" of us, is so great. It is just the reality that is. You know. Not as much.

It feels really, really good to forgive someone, who doesn't deserve it and can't earn it. It feels like I gave out Christmas early. Because, I am totally and utterly justified in despising him and no one, NOT ONE FRIEND, would judge me if I decided what was best for me, was to never ever speak his name again. Acutally most of my friends, wouldn't judge me if I called them to bury the freaking body. (I have AWESOME friends)

But I don't feel that way at all. I feel like the foundation of our friendship is deep enough and strong enough for us to rebuild. I feel like, I am actually happy he met a girl that sparks his interest even if that girl isn't me. I feel super grateful, that I was able to dig deep enough to love him right where he is, regardless of if he hurt me, and I feel more myself than I have felt in a long long time. Strange things. Part of me sits and questions myself. I wonder if I am really okay.... because it feels like I shouldn't be. But then I think it all through all over again. And I am. Apparently. I am way stronger and way bigger than I thought I could be.

I guess the story really comes down to this:
He is completely flucked up.
He might always be
I love him very much anyways.

I am pretty sure this is what they meant by "We love because he first loved us...."
God is good.
The End.