A Belated Merry Christmas

Despite the fact that Christmas Day was marred by my developing a horrible stomach bug, it wasn’t all that bad. Presents were eventually opened, and merriment was had by the majority of my family out at my sisters in Ajax.

Thankfully I wasn’t awake, or well enough, to care much about what I was missing while I was at home by myself sleeping the day away with a bucket close to my bed.

I did get to open my presents later on that evening when I managed to stay awake for about 2 hours, and am grateful for what Santa brought me.

(What do you mean there’s no Santa? There most certainly is!)

The days since Christmas Day have been filled with fun and good news. From popcorn fights, to finally seeing an excellent comedy in the theatre (4 Christmases in case you’re interested), to hearing yet more good news from friends in regards to babies, to Channukah parties, and just general good cheer from all sides, I have very high hopes that 2009 is going to be a very good year.

Now, if only the economy would improve a bit, there would be nothing to complain about.

Santa, if you’re listening, can you do anything to improve our economy in the near future?

I’m Blessed

“The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you’ve ever had.” ~Unknown~

Practice Makes Perfect

Za Za Zu

Etymology: Translation of the french word “je ne sais quoi” meaning “I don’t know”.

Definiton: Don’t know what it is about that person that I like, but there is definitely something. They have some sort of spunk about them; they don’t neccessarily have to be good looking but there’s just something. It’s kind of like the chemistry between two people, the charisma that they have and the way they make you feel.

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I don’t feel guilty posting about this now that it’s over. So here goes.

There’s one piece of information I didn’t include in my earlier post. I was spending time with a member of the male species since the end of August. (What a novel idea!)

And although he seemed like a perfectly nice guy, there were no butterflies, or za za zu if you will. I was honest about my intentions from the get go about how I wasn’t sure if I wanted another relationship right now. Dating is/was relatively new and I don’t think I was ready to hope back into a relationship. What I didn’t mention (to spare his feelings), when I am/was it definitely wasn’t going to be with him.

So for the last little while we’ve been hanging out, going to movies, keeping things very casual. No classifying anything, and just referring to each other as friends.

Well, a few weeks ago I realized things were going to have to end. When I found myself making excuses to avoid seeing him at all, and not particularly looking forward to his advances, I knew I had to do it.

But being the chicken shit that I am, I hmmm’d and hawww’d over it as long as possible. This weekend? I finally gathered up the courage and cut him loose. As my friend pointed out, with certain other situations currently taking place, it really was the time to do it.

So I had THE talk with him on Sunday. He didn’t say much – but I didn’t give him much of a chance. He seemed quiet, and perhaps a touch angry about it but didn’t try to argue the point too much. And yes, I did utter the totally cliché phrases of “I’d like to be friends”, and “It’s not you, it really is me”, but both were followed up with additional statements.

“I’d like to be friends” was followed by “but that’s totally up to you”. And “It’s not you, it really is me” was followed up by me explaining that something was missing.

So after taking the high road and doing this face to face, and letting him off gently, what does the loser decide to do? UNFRIEND ME FROM FACEBOOK! How freaking juvenile is that?

At least now I can feel free to post whatever status I want without having to worry about hurting his feelings.

So there, now you the whole story of the last 3.5 months of my life.

There are a few other tidbits, but they are works in progress and can’t, and won’t, be disclosed until a future date.

My own personal game of The Bachelorette

Oh, dear lord. Someone help me please!

The ST I mentioned in an earlier post seems bound and determined to find me my future husband. I was telling him about the expected craziness of my cousin’s up-coming wedding in November when he asked me if I’m bringing a date. I told him I’ll bring a date if I’ve been with the guy long enough. Otherwise, I’ll happily go it alone. His response, “Well, you may just meet your future husband tomorrow!

Tomorrow is the industry’s Touch Football Competition and I have been told (not asked), that I’m going to this thing. For some insane reason ST has taken it into his little head of his that I’m going to meet some Investment Banker and will be swept off my feet. And he’s apparently going to have a big hand in it.

I can say with absolute certainty that I’ve never had a co-worker take such interest in finding me a husband! Even my own friends aren’t putting this much effort into “finding me a man”, as they so eloquently put it.

Another team member overheard us having this conversation and asked what was going on. I told her that ST seems determined to match me up with an Investment Banker. She laughed and said she wouldn’t trust ST’s friends. To which of course ST took offense.

I’ve never had my relationship status become such fodder for the office gossip mill before.

I’ve earned this crown

So Jay (linking to Theresa since it’s her DH I’m talking about) held a poker night back on April 19th. The second day of my week long adventures in the Dominican. I felt only mildly guilty for not going to that because, well, I booked my vacation in February!

Tonight, oh tonight, was going to be his High Rollers tournament. He told me about it weeks in advance. I booked the night off so I could play, scheduling it into my day planner and everything. And what do I do? I screw up my finances by not updating my Bill Payment Schedule properly, and left myself a little short.

My only saving grace was that he had 8 or 9 people who had guaranteed their attendance at tonight’s game. How many people showed? A total of 3. I am a total dumbass and have officially earned the crown for Worst Friend Ever….

Keeping it brief

(Please ignore the change in font for this entry. As I explained before, I’m new to this whole wordpress thing-a-ma-jig. Although I have been doing pretty good so far.) 

I’m keeping this brief because it’s Friday at 12:11 pm and the office closed exactly 11 minutes ago.  I’m using my own time to post this entry despite the fact the last 2.5 days at work have been boring and dead.  I work on a team of 11 people and only 4 of us were in this week (and we were in and out anyways).

New Years Eve is quickly approaching and I want to wish everyone a Happy New Year. I will be heading to a friends house on New Years Eve for drinks, laughter and board games (because we’re geeks like that). I’m not planning on getting drunk, but spending the night with my friends means that more than likely we all will be slightly tipsy to say the least.

So when I’m back in the office on Wednesday I’ll take some time and post my new years resolutions on here for you all to see. I’m thinking about creating a page to keep track of the progress I make on my resolutions, and another page just for my weight loss journey.

Until then, here’s the best to you and yours. Whatever you do, I hope its safe and fun filled.