Waiting for my endless summer...: April 2005

Monday, April 25, 2005

100 random things about me

Because I am so un-original today...

1. my new obsession color is orange
2. I love things that sparkle
3. I am getting a bonus Wednesday, which means I am actually going to start bugging Arleigh about what all I would want or need to know about purchasing a road bike including where I should buy it
4. most of the time I intentionally don't match my bra & panties
5. I love change but the older I get the more it scares me, too
6. I own an Eminem CD
7. I don't remember the last time I was at the dentist
8. sometimes I sing the wrong words to songs on purpose
9. I would be sadder to never again be able to wear a dress than never again wear a pair of pants
10. I am rhythmically challenged
11. sometimes I like to pretend I can speak French
12. I have an entire closet of shoes
13. I am re-learning how to express rather than internalize anger
14. I have never been in a fistfight
15. I am an expressed wood/metal equally
16. I am a hidden (emotional) metal
17. I say "sorry" entirely too often
18. I believe in true love
19. I always see my scars when I look at a picture of myself
20. I am really, really bad with paperwork
21. I have never had a drag off anything legal or otherwise
22. since I don't want to be old I'm concerned that I will probably live forever
23. I have already died once
24. no, I didn't see anything (that I remember that is)
25. I like to dress-up
26. I prefer dogs to cats
27. when I'm nervous or don't know what to say next I bite my lower lip
28. I haven't seen a movie in at least 3 months
29. I am geographically challenged
30. although I was born & raised in MD, I do not eat any seafood
31. my favorite place is the beach
32. if it was warm & socially permitted I would always go barefoot
33. I am both a scorpio and a dragon
34. random people, who are never in contact with each other, have nic-named me princess through out my lifetime
35. I am easily lost, but seem to always intuitively find my way home
36. I taught my niece one of her first words - bracelet
37. my eyes are blue with a little bit of yellow around the pupil
38. I like to crack my gum; a lot
39. I giggle a lot
40. if I'm home I have at least one candle burning
41. if I'm home the radio or tv are on (the sound track to my life)
42. I am attracted to men; typically between 21-31 yrs old...
43. my current drink of choice is diet coke w/ lime (put the lime in the coke, you nut!)
44. I have never been with more than one person at a time, but I have thought about it
45. I have sunbathed (outside) topless
46. sometimes feel like all I do is pee and it's annoying
47. I have a difficult time with people who are less intelligent than myself (not that I'm a genius or anything) and I'm working on that
48. I hold others to the same standards I hold myself
49. I am very good at starting projects and not as good at finishing them
50. it took every ounce of self control I had not to hit my dog yesterday (I never have, but it was close for a second there)
51. one of the most exciting things to hear is "you've got mail"
52. sometimes I have an incredible impulse to cut off all of my hair
53. at this point I am still entirely too wussy to actually do it
54. I like to talk to strangers
55. I have recently started admitting to people, pretty freely, that I have a blog
56. I am still not brave enough to tell people where it is
57. I have "interesting" musical taste
58. I have 4 piercings, 2 per ear, so not very exciting
59. it is important for me to maintain composure of myself, regardless how I feel inside
60. I can hold a grudge (but I am working on learning to let go)
61. my favorite colors are earth colors
62. I get just as excited thinking about how much $ I saved on a purchase as I do the purchase
63. I impulse buy
64. I hold entire conversations with myself in my head
65. my closet is clean and neat
66. I always have at least 2-3 thoughts going on in my head all the time
67. I thought when I started this would be easier than it is
68. I feel the need to make each statement something profound or interesting
69. not one of my preferred positions
70. I am proud that I was in a sorority
71. like once a month I wake up super early (around 3am) and can't fall back to sleep
72. I can't decide what color I want to paint my guest room, but I've been thinking maybe orange
73. I love to kiss
74. at times I can be brutally honest
75. I'm afraid I may be addicted to chap stick
76. snow and I are not friends
77. sometimes I cry for no reason that I can name
78. I get nervous in mountainous regions
79. I like to pretend I can write (read all previous entries) but know in reality it's just a typed conversation that was going on in my head
80. I can't dance but love to do it anyway
81. on some level I think I may make life more difficult than it really is
82. I miss having sex
83. I had a lengthy dream about riding the metro two nights ago
84. I believe when you own or make something, part of your energy remains part of it
85. I don't know how to use a compass
86. without spell check I would be lost
87. I love All My Children and have since I was little
88. I'm not a fan of bugs and spiders
89. a few years ago when I went, I actually liked camping
90. when on my way home I will detour into town during a summer shower to walk in the rain
91. I love chocolate and peanut butter
92. I don't function well in the morning without at least one diet coke
93. sometimes I think my boobs are big and sometimes I think they are small
94. I know who I would like to ask to donate sperm if I ever decided to have a baby by myself
95. I'm not the only person who would (or has) mentioned the possibility of this request to him
96. I like to make other people happy
97. I loved college
98. in the past I have gone for over an entire (winter) month without shaving
99. I am a "touchy-feely" person
100. although I'm not the best stay in touch person, you're always on my mind and I will always be here if you need me

(started: 4/25 11:45am, completed: 4/26 9:58am)

Friday, April 22, 2005

Keys

You know, I don't even really know how or where to start the story of last night's escapades... I guess a little background would help.

I started working in hell, as most of you know, a little more than a year ago. A few months on the dark side and there was a new addition to my unit who I got to train. Way super fun because she and I totally goofed around the entire time and there was something to look forward to in the morning and made work (gasp) fun. We became fast friends and life is good.

Once she was here for a little while she discovered that I was in fact not kidding when I welcomed her to hell.

Immediately she started looking for another place of employment, which she has found and yesterday was her last day, but I'm not sure it's a step up. She is going to be a parole officer. Let me say that again, she is leaving the relative safety of working in a secure building to be a parole officer. I know this place is bad, but is working with convicted felons a better choice? I'm not completely convinced of that but that's a discussion for another day (what jobs are worse than my current hell?).

Anyway, so we went to lunch as a unit to wish her well. Except that our Sup did not come (what the f...?) and once two particular members finally showed up all they did was bitch. I was going to be "p.c." and say complain, but that wouldn't be true - they were bitching. You know the type, the food is too hot or too cold, or there aren't enough croutons (yes, they both counted their croutons) and so on. Misery is the only way to describe it. They made it perfectly clear that the sole reason they attended was out of obligation and you could see in their eyes how jealous they were of our non-attendant Sup.

After work we all agreed to meet at a local bar for happy hour. I had plans to meet Todd and Liz for dinner around 7 so stopping by for one drink would be totally doable. It was my first time there (I know, you're shocked) and I pulled into the very full parking lot, found a spot and went in.

I did not know a single solitary person.

Somehow I had managed to beat everyone there? Even though we all left the office at the same time and I had to stop for a pee break? It didn't make sense. I decided that I should call and verify that I was at the right bar. Except my phone was dead. Like dead, dead. Feeling smug I thought to myself - no problem, I'll just go out to the car and plug it in - perfection! I reached my friend, as she was walking in the parking lot right in front of me.

She was all, "I just called because I thought I was lost" and I was all "oh sorry, my phone was dead" and we laughed. Then I saw her and was like "oh my gosh, I like, totally see you" and she was like "I see you, too". And we were all girly and giggly and it was fun.

In my excitement I rushed out of the car, disconnecting the phone and locking the door all in one swift move, and I got out of the car and closed the door.

"FUCK!"

"Oh my God, you just locked your keys in, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I did. Now what?"

Just as I was realizing that my Mom, who has the only spare key, was at dinner then going to the baseball game - oh my gosh how am I going to get into my car when my cell is DEAD? - that people started showing up. I explained what happened over and over, feeling stupider and stupider (and yes, when you reach this level of idiocy you can make up your own words). We tried calling (on someone else's phone, nach) the only lock person we knew the name of but it just rang and rang and rang and rang and rang some more.

Finally I decided all of us standing outside in the parking lot was not going to magically unlock the door or making a lock guy show up and we should go in.

I walked right up to the only open spot at the bar and when the bartender came up and asked what I wanted I said "a phone book". The look was one of, does she really mean an actual phone book or is this some crazy drink that I will have to attempt to make? I explained quickly what happened and although she didn't think they had one but went to look anyway.

While waiting at the bar the more than slightly inebriated guy next to me asked if my locks were regular or automatic? Regular, which is too bad because he knew how to break in if they were automatic. One of his friends asked if I had triple A, and sadly, I don't. Then he said not to worry, he did and would call them for me! Sweet - I'm totally going to get into my car and it's such a fantastic thing.

We went outside and while he was on hold we chatted - basic get to know the random stranger who was riding to my rescue - he's from all over, has one tattoo and one piercing, and works at the marina doing something I only half paid attention to (yes, I am bad like that) and he has my Dad's name. The triple A people said it would be 1/2 - 1 hour. I offered to buy him a drink and we went back to his friends.

Over an hour later his phone rang. Apparently they were going to be a little late, but they would be there before another hour went by. Oops. Oh well, we were chatting and getting along fine and all, ordered another round (did I mention I was drinking martinis?) and life was fine. I borrowed his phone (because mine was DEAD) and called Todd and Liz - explained the situation - and apologized but I may not be there by 7 to go to dinner. They weren't too concerned and just asked that I call and let them know what was going on.

Another hour came and went. I called and apologized profusely - it was 7 and I was still locked out of my car. They weren't concerned but were hungry; I told them to go without me.

Back inside and ordered another round. At this point I lost track of the time (since I was no longer holding up dinner) and I think sometime around 8 because it was definitely dark, dark out, the lock man came. He covered our tab and maybe 20 seconds later I was again in possession of my keys. We stayed outside "talking" for a little while and at some point I took possession of a sweater he had had in his car. I'm not quite sure why because although it was really cold out I HAD MY OWN SWEATER. At the time I guess it made sense though.

We exchanged phone numbers (because he needed someway to get his sweater back) and went on our merry way.

Of course you're thinking - but weren't you there to wish your friend well with her new job and hang out with friends from work? That was the original plan but it didn't seem right to blow him off after he called the triple A people for me... I apologized to my friend once I realized what was going to happen and we're straight. Besides, she wants me to meet someone (or at least get laid) so this really works right into her plans...

It was oh, I don't know, 9 as I am driving home and I called Todd and Liz - I'm back in my car! They still want me to come over, so after a quick trip to pick up Cam and drop her home I grabbed a bottle of wine and went right over. They had picked up take out and got enough for me so I ate and we split the wine. It was fantastic and quite possibly one of the best meals I've had (remember, since my salad at lunch around noon I hadn't eaten a thing).

I got home around 1 or 2 and crashed. What was supposed to be a relatively calm and relaxing day turned out to be anything but. Sometimes I really love my life.

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Baby!!!

Before you freak, no. I am not pregnant.

I am, however, leaving - like as we speak - to go and watch my little angel niece baby girl. I am very excited because I haven't been able to watch her, alone, since we went to the NASCAR race last summer (go #17! I may explain all of this later, for now just accept ok?).

The bonus of watching her is that, I GET TO LEAVE JAIL EARLY!!!!!!!!

I thought you would all appreciate sharing in my joy. Time to go be Aunt Ali...

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Wings!!!

Did I tell you that I was going to Fairie Fest (http://www.fairiefestival.net/) this year? I've never been so I'm not exactly sure what to expect other than lots of people who are also playing dress-up! Like Fairies!

I'm so excited I can't sand it.

My wings, which I ordered and weren't scheduled to arrive until next week were waiting ever so patiently for me when I got home last night. They are so cute and look so awesome on. They have a dragon fly shape and are black with glitter and copper detail. They are ~ 3' each and are so wide off my body that I have to go through doorways sideways! (Yes, the first thing I did when I got in was try them on).

The festival is a little under 2 weeks away and now that my wings are here I can't stop obsessing about it. The rest of my costume is still under construction but the inspiration piece is a chain mail necklace choker that a good friend of mine Liz designed. It has a pewter and black dragon pendant with black crystal drops on a stainless steel chain that she made. It's not finished but well under way. She is in the process of starting a jewelry business and the site is not up and running yet, but when it is I promise to learn how to link it.

Her sig oth, my good friend Todd does have a site - at least for now - they've changed providers and I don't know if he's going to keep it up or if he'll just start something new - it's here if you feel like checking it out http://www.toadmail.com/~outergalen/ (oh, and yes, that is me in some of the pictures in case you've been just dieing to know what I look like)...

Anyway, so we're going and I'm super excited - this is so much better than Christmas! If I remember to take my camera and get some good shots I'll also try and see about getting them up here as well, but absolutely no promises...

Monday, April 18, 2005

Target

Yes, I am a Target shopper - actually it's more like an addiction. And no, I do not call it "Tar-get" - that gets on my nerves.

The addiction started a few years ago. I was still working in Silver Spring and there wasn't much to do anywhere near work. So, when the Target was built suddenly my office mates and I could go shopping at lunch - the joy!

Before that time I wasn't a big fan of Target. I thought of them the same as I thought of K-Mart, and other than a random garden supply I didn't buy anything there. If there had been any other shopping options I would still not have this need for Target but there wasn't and I do. When I was so done with work and in need of a shopping break (yes, it is therapeutic) I would wander the isles.

And they were filled with bright, exciting and fresh new things; endless amounts of stuff in every color imaginable. It was fantastic! So much to look at and be distracted by.

At first I didn't buy much, if anything, because I hadn't caught the fever. Then I started noticing movies that I liked, on sale for only $9.44 - can you even stand it? That's where my resistance to Target broke down. I thought about how easy it would be to redecorating every single room of my house, at least twice a trip. And how I wanted all of the stuff I saw.

When I finally left that job I was visiting at least once a week just to see what was new. Luckily I didn't give in to every purchase impulse I had because I was still a few years from entering my "purge mode", and my house is only so big... but I did add some very nice, key pieces that I still have and use to this day.

What I didn't really take into consideration when I deciding to leave that employer for one here in Annapolis was that I would be cut off from Target. The HORROR once I did realize, but of course by then it was too late.

I know, there is one in Bowie but it's just not the same. First, I have to plan a trip out there because it's like 30-40 minutes away. Then when I get there it doesn't satisfy because it's just not as nice, and is never fully stocked. It's just a sad attempt to try and trick myself and it totally pales in comparison.

Anyway, this weekend I was so excited - I got to go to 2 DIFFERENT Target stores! Can you stand it? I almost can't stand it myself and I know I should be at least slightly embarrassed, if not outright ashamed, but I'm not.

Over the weekend I worked a lacrosse tournament both Saturday and Sunday near the tidal basin in DC - so I of course did the only intelligent thing and took the metro in. Yesterday I was also invited to a bbq at a friend's place in Laurel around 4. I got back to my car around 1:30 and it didn't make sense to drive home, hang out for 30 min and then drive back for the party right? Of course not, so rather than drive I decided to spend the time shopping.

I wound up spending over 2 hours combined just shopping the two stores, I spent over $200 on random stuff ($40 of which was on curtains for my Mom). I'm still giddy with the experience and look forward to getting home tonight to relive it again when I put it all away!

Friday, April 15, 2005

Hooray

I have finished and mailed the evil that is my taxes. I had to pay one and am getting money back from the other, so it's basically a "push" which is very good.

This is the entire purpose of this post because I know you were on the edge of your seat with wonder if I would get them done in time or would need to file an extension. Sit back, relax and have a drink for me. I'm done and it's good.

I have a game tonight which will be a blow out. It's cold and I'm not looking forward to it, but at least I can mostly turn my brain off and cruise on auto-pilot. I am still cranky but I'm working on keeping that in check. I think by this evening I should be over the cranky hump and things can mellow back out...

Hope you all have lots of taxes coming back your way!

Thursday, April 14, 2005

Day off...

So I am a crampy, cranky person who has finally started the process that will get me out of this state of being. I know; you're thrilled.

I took the day off because, if you didn't notice, tomorrow is tax day. One thing you may or may not know about me; I passionately HATE doing paperwork. Taxes are, in essence, the mother of all paperwork. Honestly, if they would just send me a bill in April I would happily pay it and be along my merry way.

Not that I usually have to pay - I would just to avoid the annoyance that is doing my taxes. Refereeing, especially for the colleges, makes it extremely complicated and I hate it. There are like a million 1099 misc that I have to enter in each year, plus the stubs from the schools who depend on me (to not lose plus) report. It almost makes me want to say, thanks, but no. I'm going to just work for X & Y organization and be done with all the others. Almost.

Anyway, so I just wanted to get on and say hi and ultimately delay the actual doing of the taxes. Which I realize is counter productive and I should just shut up and do them already...

Wish me luck.

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Cranky

Did I mention that I am cranky? Because in case you didn't notice, I am. It sucks. A LOT.

Believe it or not, I really don't like to complain. It actually gets on my nerves to hear myself. I think if I were sitting here with a stiff drink I would feel better. Of course, if I were sitting here with a stiff drink I would be subsequently fired... and while that would in the short run be fan-fricking-tastic, it's not a realistic good thing. That's because I do not have another job waiting for me. I do not have anyone to share my bills. I would soon have to make the choice between working for McD's or be homeless and I so don't want to have to make that choice.

The cramping has intensified and I'm thinking about timing how close they are to each other and how long they last (as Lord only knows if or when I would actually be pregnant and really have something I would have to time). Whatever. I guess it's just something that would allow me to feel them (as if I had a choice either way) but do something constructive (because timing one's cramps is very productive just in case you didn't know).

Isn't it time to go home yet???

Oh, on a side note: I am totally and completely in love with my niece. She called me (with my Mom's assistance naturally) and was talking to her "An A-ly" - seriously, she's a genius and I can't wait to see her tonight for family birthday dinner (albeit a month or so late...)

IT'S STILL NOT HERE

WARNING TO ANY AND ALL OF THE NOT FEMALE VARIETY: there will be much bitching (that word again) and whining about female related matters. Read at your own risk...

I can't even stand it. I haven't started my messy time yet and it's getting on my nerves. Not that I want it to be that time, but I know it's coming and necessary (what tests would I have to endure if it didn't come since "no sex"="not pregnant" and it would mean that something was wrong) and I would just like to get it over with all ready!!!

I am cranky. I am achy. I am having hormone induced mood swings that I can't get a grip on and I can't seem to stop craving everything and anything to eat. It all sounds so good that once I think about it, I must have it or go crazy with unfulfilled desire. I am not bloated; I am fat. I need to get this under control or I'm likely to be on the news like that guy they just cut out of his house & took to the hospital via flat bed truck.

Oh, and don't even get me started on how many times I was on the verge of tears yesterday reading e-mail and stories on the internet.

I feel like a failure of independent womanhood.

It's only been 34 days since the last one, which appears to be my average. I've been tracking myself for, oh, 7-8 months now and I just ran the numbers (I'm such a math dork) and it comes to 34.857... which rounds to 35 days between. So I get not one, but one and a half to two weeks of PMS; I'm so lucky.

This month is awful.

A nice, predictable 28 day cycle is the ONLY thing I miss about the pill.

Monday, April 11, 2005

Sullen

You remember how, way back in the last post from this morning I said I was in a mood? Well, I am and I realized what it is. I am feeling sullen. I am suffering from a general melancholy and it's annoying.

I do not want to get on here and just bitch (yes, I did snap for that) and whine so you feel bad for me. But at the same time I can't help it. So please, don't give into me ok?

Do you ever wonder if you are possibly a manic-depressive living life undiagnosed and miserable? I mean like, I know I'm not but there are still times that I wonder.

I am still (an hour later) feeling sullen and very blah. I'm going to blame it on my as yet still not here period.

And the Answer is...

Merlot

If you guessed, what is the color of Ali's hair? you would be correct. Of course if you guessed, what is one of Ali's favorite things to drink? you would also be correct. Not where I was planning to go with this post, but right all the same.

We (Mom and I) colored my hair this weekend as promised (obviously). My Mom said it looked like my scalp was bleeding (not an encouraging thing to hear when you're nervously coloring your hair for the very first time). This text really isn't quite the color (it has more of a purple feel, if you can believe it). I look like I did one of a few things - either I drenched it in red cool-aid, red wine, or I wrapped it in cherry skins (the fresh kind, not the maraschino ones you put on a sundae).

I like it. It's interesting and different but it does not look natural. Not, it doesn't look natural on me, but instead like it just does not look natural - which I've decided is ok.

I do not think I will color it myself again, which is different than I will not color it again. I want it to look like a natural red (as in sort of orange-y) and I want it lighter than it is. I understand this means that it will be a "permanent" color which I am not brave enough to try at home and so I will be saving for (among other things) a professional coloring later this summer.

I'm sorry this is not all that entertaining and when I re-read, it doesn't even feel like it sounds like me. It's as if some stranger had typed the bones of my thoughts and left "me" completely out of it. I don't know why that is or what happened. I guess I'm just in a mood.

I need to go out. I need something to happen. I need to learn to have patience and faith again that there are things I can not control and that will not happen on my time schedule, but exactly when they're supposed to and only if they're supposed to and that I can not influence the outcome either way.

I need. I need. I need.

Thursday, April 07, 2005

Oops

I have remembered a reason it's not always a positive thing, well that's not quite right, I guess I've remembered a down side to being a "naked person"...

I got up late this morning, which really is to be expected when you consider I didn't get in last night from my game until after 10. I woke up not knowing what I was going to wear to work, and really needing to get in the shower since I didn't last night after the game. I didn't smell bad (at least I don't think I did) but I was very dusty-dirty. The field was a large amount of dirt with some grass for color.

After hitting snooze for about 40 minutes I hauled myself out of bed and jumped in to get clean. While in there (I totally multi-task btw) I decided what I would wear - a long skirt and top because it's supposed to be nice out today. When I took soap to leg I realized that to wear anything other than pants I would need to shave. Ok, whatever - I'm already late - what's 5 more minutes anyway?

Once I got out and had the first layer on (bra and panties in this case) I discovered that the intended skirt was in the "dirty" pile. Shoot! (notice the non-bad word usage here) Plan B - shorter but still below the knee skirt and pink top it is. Fine. Except the panties are so not working with the skirt so off they go.

At this point I am also brushing my teeth and getting some things together for lunch and my game tonight (yes, that does require traveling up and down the stairs - I told you - I multi task). Then Cammi starts crying. Not the "gee Mom I know you're leaving and I'm sad cry" but the "seriously, I can't hold the poop in much longer" one.

Ok, so I spit, throw some stuff in my hair as I am walking and scrunching going down the stairs with shoes in hand. I can always put them on in the car after all. I grabbed my things - purse, keys, etc, and of course the poopy bag - get the leash on Cam and we're out. No sweat.

It wasn't until I got to my Mom's to drop the baby off and I was getting out of the car that I realized I had forgotten something...

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Just wondering

Do you ever just feel as if your entire life is a sham?

That you are pulling the wool over everyone's eyes to who and what you really are and that if they knew they wouldn't like you anymore?

That you are so completely inadequate you're not sure how you've been able to fool everyone for so long and that the ones who have left actually, finally, discovered the truth?

I was just wondering...

Monday, April 04, 2005

Exciting!!!

I have actually decided to color my hair. I bought the stuff this afternoon and it's very, very exciting. I am going for a "real red-head" red, and not that scary fake stuff.

Now, because I am a wimp when it comes to all things like this I am only putting a rinse on it. That way if it looks like total butt all I will have to do is wash, wash, wash the ugly away. At least, that's the plan. Plus, my hair is fairly long and I don't want to not like it and have to cut it all out - that would so not be fun.

Can I tell you how much I'm loving my LAUNCHcast today, btw? It's been fantastic. I've had Jet, Mazzy Star, The Doors, Jimi Hendrix, The Cult, Nina Sky (to name a few) and NOW I'm listening to Beck. Wow, just so dang good today...

In case you couldn't tell, I'm feeling very talkative as well.

So this weekend the weather completely sucked butt, yet both my games were played. I got to spend all day Saturday driving up to Gettysburg in the rain, and then refereeing in it. The rain would slack and make you think it was going to go away, just to then pour as if from a bucket. Not fun. And the turf field (as in artificial surface turf) seemed to breed worms.

Hooray - new Jack Johnson!

Where was I? Oh, worms. A little background. I have a garden in my front yard that I have done a lot of work on, including to almost doubling the size. Sounds impressive until you realize that I have a townhouse, and thus a very small amount of space to work with. But whatever, the point is that I did it and I am proud of myself.

Prior to putting it in I did not like to even think about touching bugs and worms. That's just gross after all. And I'm still not all excited about it, but doing it there wasn't really a way not to so I got over my disgust. Then whenever it would rain and I looked down to see a poor little worm just struggling on the road trying to make it back into the earth I couldn't help but stop to pick it up and put it on the grass. Yes, people used to call me a tree-hugger growing up. Whatever.

So there I was on this (artificial - I don't think I can stress that enough) field doing a pre-game check and I found this gigantic worm. Out of habit I picked it up (because it couldn't crawl into the plastic ground of course) and walked it over to the dirt. Good, problem solved.

When we (my partners and I) got to the other end dang if there wasn't another monstrous worm in the goal cage. Ok, strange but whatever. I picked it up (much to the dismay of the entire team of girls who were completely grossed out) and walked it to the dirt behind the field. I teased them, saying "at least this way you won't have to step on and squish it.

And now we have the Depeche Mode - I'm so having high school flash backs at this point...

We finished the pre-game duties and were just hanging out waiting to do the captain's meeting chit-chatting with each other. There was another monster worm. Ok, so now I'm wondering what's going on here and where were all these freakishly huge worms coming from??? Whatever, I picked it up and moved it to the dirt (which is on the opposite side of the regulation size track mind you).

When we went out to the captain's meeting (you know, where you do the coin toss and pick sides) there was another one. The girls from Gettysburg were talking about them and how they're everywhere. They had no idea how the worms found their way onto the artificial turf either. Well, it was at this point that my conscious and my mind had a small fight.

You see, once they pointed it out I noticed that there were literally at least 100 (well, maybe only 50 but still you get the point) worms all over the field. I was there to officiate; not pick up worms. I was there as a professional and it would not be appropriate to run around the field removing all the little (big) guys in the last 3 minutes before game time. I had to give up hope and just be satisfied with the ones I did manage to save from the crushing, cleated feet.

It still makes me feel bad to think about it though.

OMD - I'm really having (at least in my opinion) great music karma today...

Saturday, April 02, 2005

Slacking

So I should be cleaning my house since I am up with nothing specific to get ready for... but I'm not. Instead I'm bouncing around the web and catching up with the different people I keep in touch via their blog...

I am also trying to convince myself that the pouring rain will stop and I will be dry for my game. I know, you're not buying it. You're sitting there pulling for me to be realistic and just accept that I will not need to shower once my game is over because Mamma Nature already took care of that. Don't worry, I don't believe it will stop either - I was just dreaming - and a girl's allowed to do that ya know?

My game today is up in Gettysburg and the only good thing about that is they have a turf field. There is nothing more annoying than knowing you have to go and be out in the cold wet than knowing you are also going to spend a nice part of that time running through mud.

It was different when I played, then the rain and mud were fun! Nothing like sending the hockey ball flying from your stick, preceded by a huge spray of water and mud... Actually, you know I still enjoy being out in the rain now as long as it's warm. It must be something about the having to work that takes the fun out...

Anyway, so an hour later and I'm still here. My tummy has started making noise so I guess I should actually start my day. I hope you get to stay dry!

Friday, April 01, 2005

Sadness

So I just got done a conversation with someone who knew both my mouth and my vagina. He expressed significant disappointment over the vagina and that makes me sad. And concerned. The saving grace is that there was oral talent that he both appreciated and enjoyed. That is at least a minor conciliation.

I like to believe that I am every man's dream, or deepest desire, and to have it so blatantly denied is upsetting...

I would probably be more concerned if the X didn't still contact (yes, apparently I do still need his approval) as well as the fact that I am going out tomorrow night with someone new...

He doesn't know what to think of my vagina or my mouth and is thus unbiased in his opinion...

Waiting for my endless summer...