Losing A Whole Year
Boy, this weekend sure flew by. At least I caught up on much-needed rest. I was still functioning on Montana time. Let's recap:
FRIDAY
Went to work. Was basically checking e-mails and returning phone calls the entire day. Feel so behind. With both Keri and Amy out tomorrow, I'm going to have my hands full. Plus I have to keep the intern occupied. I'm going to have to try extra hard to focus and not be distracted, or else the stress will eat me alive. Whoever had the lousy idea to make our magazine a weekly must be psycho. Ah, but I would so much rather be busy than sitting behind a desk, twiddling my thumbs and watching the clock.
Friday after work I hung out with Greg and Clyde by the pool. I had this clever idea to ask Clyde if he's ever dated a Bonnie, but forgot to ask.
Then Cas called and I went over to Grant's and had this awesome dinner of steak with baked potato and avocado. Adam is an awesome cook. Cas is so lucky. Everything he touches in the kitchen turns to deliciousness. Had a great time drinking red wine and watching a home video from when they were in South Africa watching lions feed.
It was getting pretty late when I decided to head home. But since I had been away on vacation, I figured I better stop at Giant and pick up some groceries. They are open 24 hours, afterall. So I'm on the phone with my close friend from home (Nick), grocery shopping late on a Friday night. They dim the lights at night and the stockboys fill the aisles with boxes. Well, there I am, minding my own business when one of the stockpeople says to me, "Are you shopping alone?" I say yes and he says, "isn't it dangerous for a woman to be shopping by herself so late at night?" I kind of laughed it off and said no, nothing would happen to me in the middle of Giant. He really skeeved me out and I got the sixth sense kind of instinct that women get so I kept going down the aisle. Well, I was about halfway through the store when he passes me again and is obviously eyeing my goods and sucks on his teeth. I was so disgusted. Then he proceeds to ask me if I want company while I shop. I said no immediately and told him I was checking out. (that was a lie, I still had more shopping to do but couldn't under the circumstances). I checked out and the cashier, who was a woman, handed me my change and said, "Be careful." I thought that was awfully odd, so I booked it out of there, looking over my shoulder the whole time. Suddenly, my Jeep seemed so remote about 50 yards away in the parking lot. With lightning speed, I threw my groceries in the car, nevermind being gentle with the eggs I just bought. I got in my car and locked the doors, searching the near-empty lot for creepy attackers. After living on my own for over one year, never have I felt more in danger or scared than that night. When I got to my apartment, it took a while to shake that feeling. I will never go to Giant by myself at night ever again. It's just not smart. And it's a shame that my freedom as an independent woman is stifled, but I just can't put myself in scary situations like that. I have always felt safe in this town, but there are still scummy, dangerous people. And I got a rapist vibe from this guy. Maybe the cashier knew that and was warning me. I don't like being afraid of anybody. So that was my Friday night...
SATURDAY
It was so hard to wake up, but I had a hair appointment at 11. Jamie, the chick who cuts my hair, does a wonderful job, but my hair is just so difficult. It's so thick and curly. She gave me highlights and lowlights and then gave me a cut. She works wonders with scissors. I am not sure if I like it yet. She sort of made lots of layers at the crown of my head to give my hair more dimension. I fear it looks like I have a mullet. Right now I have it pulled back in a curly bun. I haven't bothered to straighten it yet. She cost me 98 bucks! I won't be getting my hair done for another 3 months or so, so I guess I splurged. But still! That's so expensive. She is very sweet though. I like going to her because as young as she is, she knows what she's doing. And she has this cute little chihuahua named Vivian. And her salon is really trendy and the atmosphere is young and fun.
The rest of Saturday was spent shopping at the dollar store and produce junction. I also bought a Bob Marley CD, which Brad and I were jamming out to as we painted another wall. I spent the afternoon by the pool with Greg. He lent me a book to read. It's nice poolside. And then I made chicken for dinner and watched TV laying on the floor (still didn't have furniture at that point). I was so tired, so I finally went to bed at 9:30.
Had a restless night.
SUNDAY
Woke up around 11 am. Probably should have made myself get up sooner, but oh well. Did some things around the apartment. Furniture guys came with the furniture. It did not take them long to get it in there and set up. Amazing. Brad bought a couch, loveseat and armchair in chocolate colored leather. It's real nice. We spent the afternoon rearranging it until we were satisfied. Apartment smells of leather and fresh paint. His paintings look awesome. It's almost like we are living in a posh gallery.
Watched the final of the World Cup. Italy beat France when it came down to penalty kicks. Quite a good game. I miss my soccer days. I am too fat and out of shape now.
Called Andy (brother) and Koren to wish them a happy anniversary. One year ago was their wedding.
The only other thing I accomplished was a few loads of laundry and cleaning my bathroom. There was mildew on my shower curtain and I couldn't take it anymore. For such a small bathroom it gets really scummy. I made some homemade tomato sauce and meatballs to serve with cheese raviolis from the freezer. Candi came over for dinner and we watched Date Movie. It was pretty funny. We had brownies for dessert on the patio, with my Tiki torches lit. The moon was sort of orange and full. Greg was shooing a raccoon away from the toys he had left for the stray kittens. I want one! They are wild, though, and I doubt they would let me near them. Skittish kitties, they are.
Well, now it's almost 11 and I know I have a crazy day of work ahead of me. Back to reality. Ugh! To be on vacation again...
FRIDAY
Went to work. Was basically checking e-mails and returning phone calls the entire day. Feel so behind. With both Keri and Amy out tomorrow, I'm going to have my hands full. Plus I have to keep the intern occupied. I'm going to have to try extra hard to focus and not be distracted, or else the stress will eat me alive. Whoever had the lousy idea to make our magazine a weekly must be psycho. Ah, but I would so much rather be busy than sitting behind a desk, twiddling my thumbs and watching the clock.
Friday after work I hung out with Greg and Clyde by the pool. I had this clever idea to ask Clyde if he's ever dated a Bonnie, but forgot to ask.
Then Cas called and I went over to Grant's and had this awesome dinner of steak with baked potato and avocado. Adam is an awesome cook. Cas is so lucky. Everything he touches in the kitchen turns to deliciousness. Had a great time drinking red wine and watching a home video from when they were in South Africa watching lions feed.
It was getting pretty late when I decided to head home. But since I had been away on vacation, I figured I better stop at Giant and pick up some groceries. They are open 24 hours, afterall. So I'm on the phone with my close friend from home (Nick), grocery shopping late on a Friday night. They dim the lights at night and the stockboys fill the aisles with boxes. Well, there I am, minding my own business when one of the stockpeople says to me, "Are you shopping alone?" I say yes and he says, "isn't it dangerous for a woman to be shopping by herself so late at night?" I kind of laughed it off and said no, nothing would happen to me in the middle of Giant. He really skeeved me out and I got the sixth sense kind of instinct that women get so I kept going down the aisle. Well, I was about halfway through the store when he passes me again and is obviously eyeing my goods and sucks on his teeth. I was so disgusted. Then he proceeds to ask me if I want company while I shop. I said no immediately and told him I was checking out. (that was a lie, I still had more shopping to do but couldn't under the circumstances). I checked out and the cashier, who was a woman, handed me my change and said, "Be careful." I thought that was awfully odd, so I booked it out of there, looking over my shoulder the whole time. Suddenly, my Jeep seemed so remote about 50 yards away in the parking lot. With lightning speed, I threw my groceries in the car, nevermind being gentle with the eggs I just bought. I got in my car and locked the doors, searching the near-empty lot for creepy attackers. After living on my own for over one year, never have I felt more in danger or scared than that night. When I got to my apartment, it took a while to shake that feeling. I will never go to Giant by myself at night ever again. It's just not smart. And it's a shame that my freedom as an independent woman is stifled, but I just can't put myself in scary situations like that. I have always felt safe in this town, but there are still scummy, dangerous people. And I got a rapist vibe from this guy. Maybe the cashier knew that and was warning me. I don't like being afraid of anybody. So that was my Friday night...
SATURDAY
It was so hard to wake up, but I had a hair appointment at 11. Jamie, the chick who cuts my hair, does a wonderful job, but my hair is just so difficult. It's so thick and curly. She gave me highlights and lowlights and then gave me a cut. She works wonders with scissors. I am not sure if I like it yet. She sort of made lots of layers at the crown of my head to give my hair more dimension. I fear it looks like I have a mullet. Right now I have it pulled back in a curly bun. I haven't bothered to straighten it yet. She cost me 98 bucks! I won't be getting my hair done for another 3 months or so, so I guess I splurged. But still! That's so expensive. She is very sweet though. I like going to her because as young as she is, she knows what she's doing. And she has this cute little chihuahua named Vivian. And her salon is really trendy and the atmosphere is young and fun.
The rest of Saturday was spent shopping at the dollar store and produce junction. I also bought a Bob Marley CD, which Brad and I were jamming out to as we painted another wall. I spent the afternoon by the pool with Greg. He lent me a book to read. It's nice poolside. And then I made chicken for dinner and watched TV laying on the floor (still didn't have furniture at that point). I was so tired, so I finally went to bed at 9:30.
Had a restless night.
SUNDAY
Woke up around 11 am. Probably should have made myself get up sooner, but oh well. Did some things around the apartment. Furniture guys came with the furniture. It did not take them long to get it in there and set up. Amazing. Brad bought a couch, loveseat and armchair in chocolate colored leather. It's real nice. We spent the afternoon rearranging it until we were satisfied. Apartment smells of leather and fresh paint. His paintings look awesome. It's almost like we are living in a posh gallery.
Watched the final of the World Cup. Italy beat France when it came down to penalty kicks. Quite a good game. I miss my soccer days. I am too fat and out of shape now.
Called Andy (brother) and Koren to wish them a happy anniversary. One year ago was their wedding.
The only other thing I accomplished was a few loads of laundry and cleaning my bathroom. There was mildew on my shower curtain and I couldn't take it anymore. For such a small bathroom it gets really scummy. I made some homemade tomato sauce and meatballs to serve with cheese raviolis from the freezer. Candi came over for dinner and we watched Date Movie. It was pretty funny. We had brownies for dessert on the patio, with my Tiki torches lit. The moon was sort of orange and full. Greg was shooing a raccoon away from the toys he had left for the stray kittens. I want one! They are wild, though, and I doubt they would let me near them. Skittish kitties, they are.
Well, now it's almost 11 and I know I have a crazy day of work ahead of me. Back to reality. Ugh! To be on vacation again...