I'm bummed. I found this great job opportunity, but then received an email that the position was being put on hold. So I didn't expect anything to ever come of it. Besides the fact that there are probably a hundred people applying for each open position these days. I was just one of many and would probably get overlooked.
Then yesterday aft I receive a call from this guy that says he's all excited about my resume. He loves some of the experience I have and wants me to talk with him. He double checked with HR and the hiring of this position was back on. Not only was I surprised to hear back from this company, but so soon.
Here's the deal, though. It's more of an internship. They're looking for someone that is currently acquiring their business degree (that's me), has strong skills in Access, writing reports and a background in Operations (that's me) and is looking to get into more of a supply chain environment after graduation. So, I'm good with all this, but the job isn't permanent. It runs full time from January through August.
I can't take this job and hope that something else pops up in August. That would be completely irresponsible of me. I have little mouths to feed. The economy could be improving by then, but it could also get worse. If the unemployment rate soars even higher I'd be doomed. I can't take the risk.
I really want this job and the experience would be fantastic, not to mention a great in with this company, but it would only make sense if I had a second salary to count on. This guy understands my situation, but I think he really wants me to consider. He called a second time last night and sent me an email. I'm bummed.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Like picking teams on the playground
So they've announced the new economic team for Obama's term. There's a lot of responsibility riding on these people. Their tasks will include the new potential stimulus package, job creation and the overall state of our economy, among other things. While I might be excited to be part of this team (what an honor), I'd also be afraid of fucking things up.
The titles of some of the team members are as follows:
The New York Federal Reserve President
Treasury secretary under former President Bill Clinton
Former Harvard University President
U.C. Berkeley professor of economics
We're talking about some smart people. Could you imagine ever holding such a title as the Federal Reserve President? That's big stuff. I think I'd have a better chance of becoming Leonardo's costar in his next big film.
The titles of some of the team members are as follows:
The New York Federal Reserve President
Treasury secretary under former President Bill Clinton
Former Harvard University President
U.C. Berkeley professor of economics
We're talking about some smart people. Could you imagine ever holding such a title as the Federal Reserve President? That's big stuff. I think I'd have a better chance of becoming Leonardo's costar in his next big film.
Friday, November 21, 2008
The job that doesn't pay
I haven't spent much time around "little ones" lately besides a small handful of friends' children. Being in the elementary school the last few days for conferences and the book fair has been a real eye opener for me. The diversity in levels of advancement for the 4-5 age group is so broad. One 4K girl was very articulate and able to write her name when I asked her what it was. She practically snagged the pencil out of my hand. Then there was a kindergarten girl that was painfully difficult to understand. It's almost as if she has a toddler-accent. Not to be mean, but when she talked I couldn't make the words out. Especially when she told me her name and tried to spell it. She spoke at a 2-yr old level.
It made me sad. I think I remember what my children were like at that age and we had clear conversations. They spewed out words that I used on a daily basis. My girls were not freak geniuses by any means, but in 3-yr preschool they knew letters, colors, all the stuff necessary to function as a little kid. And their teachers were impressed by their vocabulary and how clear their speech was. This kindy girl I talked to sounded as if she had a wad of cotton in her mouth. Every time she spoke I said, "What? What?"
Learning begins at home, big time. You can't raise your child without any scholastic skills and expect a kindy teacher to transform them into some sort of brainiac with their magic wand. It all has to start at home. Books are like special smart pills. Give your toddler a couple and it's amazing how they'll react once they have them.
Parents need to take more responsibility for their children's education. I think there are plenty that drop their kids off and leave it to the professionals. Sure, they may be the best people to teach my girls how to do this new fangled math that never existed in the 80s or the difference between the ecosystems (because I hated science as a kid and due to skating through it I learned nothing). Teachers have been educated to teach these things. But, I still have to take time out of my crazy schedule and make sure they're practicing spelling words or using their math skills as part of every day life. And when we're talking about toddlers... there couldn't be a more crucial time period for learning.
OK, I'll get off my soap box now. It's just disheartening to see some of these kids so much further behind their classmates. I can only imagine it will escalate as years go by.
It made me sad. I think I remember what my children were like at that age and we had clear conversations. They spewed out words that I used on a daily basis. My girls were not freak geniuses by any means, but in 3-yr preschool they knew letters, colors, all the stuff necessary to function as a little kid. And their teachers were impressed by their vocabulary and how clear their speech was. This kindy girl I talked to sounded as if she had a wad of cotton in her mouth. Every time she spoke I said, "What? What?"
Learning begins at home, big time. You can't raise your child without any scholastic skills and expect a kindy teacher to transform them into some sort of brainiac with their magic wand. It all has to start at home. Books are like special smart pills. Give your toddler a couple and it's amazing how they'll react once they have them.
Parents need to take more responsibility for their children's education. I think there are plenty that drop their kids off and leave it to the professionals. Sure, they may be the best people to teach my girls how to do this new fangled math that never existed in the 80s or the difference between the ecosystems (because I hated science as a kid and due to skating through it I learned nothing). Teachers have been educated to teach these things. But, I still have to take time out of my crazy schedule and make sure they're practicing spelling words or using their math skills as part of every day life. And when we're talking about toddlers... there couldn't be a more crucial time period for learning.
OK, I'll get off my soap box now. It's just disheartening to see some of these kids so much further behind their classmates. I can only imagine it will escalate as years go by.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
I don't see it
First of all, I don't really know who this guy is. I couldn't tell you if I've seen anything he's done. *After checking the IMDb I see that maybe one or two of his movies were viewed at my house, but he only had voice parts (Happy Feet). So yeah, I don't know him.He's attractive enough, but the sexiest man alive? I guess it's all in the eyes of the beholder. Men that I am absolutely in love with may not necessarily turn your crank, and vice versa. Take Leonardo, for instance. He has a boyishness about him, but he's hot as hell. And I've always thought Richard Gere had a quiet sexiness about him. Don't even get me started on Lenny K.
Point is that there isn't one sexiest man. It's a ridiculous title and it should be based more on the whole person, not just appearance. If it is on appearance alone, I don't think this Hugh guy should have won.
And no offense to Brad, but come on. He's saving the world, and I give huge props to him for doing a heck of a job, but haven't we seen enough of him on this annual cover? He's just OK. Plus he's too busy building houses and feeding children to care about this nonsense.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Vehicular tribulations
A few random thoughts today. Because as meaningless as it may be sometimes, I always have something to say.
I filled up the tank at $1.99 last night. If someone had told me back in June that this was going to happen, I would have laughed in their face. It's almost becoming a game for me... finding the best price. My Q-mart is always 8-10 cents higher than the Pig. Definitely worth the drive down the road. Q-mart may have better doughnuts and coffee, but that's all they got going for them right now. That, and convenience when I run out of gas with the snowblower and I have to truck across the street in my flannel pjs.
I almost hit a deer last night. I know I'm not the first to have this happen, but this one was probably closer to my car than anyone else's ever was. Really. I'm driving down PP and the doe jumps right out, across the street. There was this flash of darkness in my windshield, like the lights went out. Here it was a big mass of brown fur. She came out of the subdivision and leaped across, scaring the living hell out of me. I was watching the road, but sort of leaning back, talking to Jules. She saw it too and after I put my heart back into my body she told me that her dad had seen that same deer! She said it with such energy... it was cute.
I would have been extremely upset if I would've hit it. The last thing I need right now is my vehicle smashed up. We were so close; I think there's some fur stuck to the headlights.
I filled up the tank at $1.99 last night. If someone had told me back in June that this was going to happen, I would have laughed in their face. It's almost becoming a game for me... finding the best price. My Q-mart is always 8-10 cents higher than the Pig. Definitely worth the drive down the road. Q-mart may have better doughnuts and coffee, but that's all they got going for them right now. That, and convenience when I run out of gas with the snowblower and I have to truck across the street in my flannel pjs.
I almost hit a deer last night. I know I'm not the first to have this happen, but this one was probably closer to my car than anyone else's ever was. Really. I'm driving down PP and the doe jumps right out, across the street. There was this flash of darkness in my windshield, like the lights went out. Here it was a big mass of brown fur. She came out of the subdivision and leaped across, scaring the living hell out of me. I was watching the road, but sort of leaning back, talking to Jules. She saw it too and after I put my heart back into my body she told me that her dad had seen that same deer! She said it with such energy... it was cute.
I would have been extremely upset if I would've hit it. The last thing I need right now is my vehicle smashed up. We were so close; I think there's some fur stuck to the headlights.
Monday, November 17, 2008
A new love
I'm not the biggest sweets person. I don't keep chocolate in my house or order dessert when eating out. Besides cheesecake, I could pretty much take or leave the sugar. That was until I discovered Peppermint Jo-Jos this weekend. I had already finished my shopping at Trader Joe's and went back in a second time with Sue after we ate. She had never been there and wanted some tips on what to buy. As she was checking out I noticed an open box of cookies on the counter. I tried one and they were delicious. An oreo-ish sandwich cookie with little pieces of peppermint candy in the filling. Such a simple concept, but so damn good. I grabbed a box from the display and decided they were a must have. On the way out I grabbed one more sample cookie for the road.I'm afraid to open the box at home because they'll be gone faster than I can get my flannel and slippers on. The girls saw the box, so they know they exist. If I take the box to work to prevent sharing... it won't go over very well. These things are just good.
I love the little circle peppermint candies and have a bowl of them on my desk as we speak. All peppermint all the time. I must get back to TJ's for more.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Quiet time
Right now I'm exactly where I like to be on cold, dark nights. At home.
After work I did my grocery shopping (chicken breasts were $1.99/lb and DCoke, $5.50/case). I put everything away, did the dishwasher, got my bills done (you know, because I enjoy it) and had my flannel pants and slippers on by 5:00p. It was sweet. I have plenty of other tasks to complete around here, but I've decided to take some time to watch recorded Grey's and read my book. Because I deserve it, damn it.
I promised the girls I'd pick up some books at the library for them tomorrow morn, and then I'm headed to Mke. I have 3-4 things on my holiday list for the girls yet, so I'll shop some stores before I meet my friend, Sue, for a late lunch. Sue is Carol's sister. I was very fortunate to have made the connection with her when Carol and I were building our friendship. Little did I know how similar those two ladies were and soon I started to communicate via email with Sue, as well. Being two of the people closest to Carol, we leaned on each other often and formed our own friendship along the way as we shared our feelings and disappointments. I think we had a few virtual crying jags together. Lucky for me, we stay in touch and talk life whenever possible. Seeing Sue keeps part of Carol's spirit alive for me, and I hope I do the same for her.
It's a good weekend.
After work I did my grocery shopping (chicken breasts were $1.99/lb and DCoke, $5.50/case). I put everything away, did the dishwasher, got my bills done (you know, because I enjoy it) and had my flannel pants and slippers on by 5:00p. It was sweet. I have plenty of other tasks to complete around here, but I've decided to take some time to watch recorded Grey's and read my book. Because I deserve it, damn it.
I promised the girls I'd pick up some books at the library for them tomorrow morn, and then I'm headed to Mke. I have 3-4 things on my holiday list for the girls yet, so I'll shop some stores before I meet my friend, Sue, for a late lunch. Sue is Carol's sister. I was very fortunate to have made the connection with her when Carol and I were building our friendship. Little did I know how similar those two ladies were and soon I started to communicate via email with Sue, as well. Being two of the people closest to Carol, we leaned on each other often and formed our own friendship along the way as we shared our feelings and disappointments. I think we had a few virtual crying jags together. Lucky for me, we stay in touch and talk life whenever possible. Seeing Sue keeps part of Carol's spirit alive for me, and I hope I do the same for her.
It's a good weekend.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Leaving on a jetplane
Janie flew out to Napa this morning. She's spending a week in CA, babysitting for my niece, Tallulah. Tracy and Mike are going to CO for her 20 yr AF Academy reunion. So, they sent Grandma a ticket to stay at the house and watch the little yard ape. My mom was looking forward to spending the solo time with Tallulah. We've only seen her a handful of times and I'm sure it's fun to play with a little one again. She 2 1/2 and my sister hasn't attempted potty training yet. My mom said she was going to train the kid before Tracy came back. Wouldn't that be something?? I told Janie that she's really going to be appreciating my two girls when she returns back home after a week of diapers and screaming. She agreed.
My mom and I talk daily, so it's weird for me when she leaves like this. Just a few minutes ago I was going to pick up the phone and call her, for no particular reason. She's our Grandma and we're not used to sharing her!
My mom and I talk daily, so it's weird for me when she leaves like this. Just a few minutes ago I was going to pick up the phone and call her, for no particular reason. She's our Grandma and we're not used to sharing her!
There's no I in team
I'm a little pissed off right now. I have a group paper/presentation that is due at the end of the month and two of the four team members disappeared. It's an online class, so I've never met these people and sort of got put on the team randomly. One gal, Trisha, and I have been staying in touch and working on our parts. There are two Jennifers that just disappeared. They don't respond to emails from me or the instructor and although I'm starting to sound like a naggy bitch, I'm beyind caring anymore. I currently hold a 99% in this course from hell (which includes all tests, assignments, etc.) and I refuse to lower my grade because of some idiot that won't do their part. I hate group projects, for this reason alone. I'm too organized and on top of crap to work with other people when I can get it done myself in an efficient manner. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but come on.
One reason I'm doubley annoyed is because this class sucks and I want it over. Information Security Principles - who cares. The instructor likes to hand out an assload of work and then bore us to tears each week with online chat sessions where she quotes straight from the book. I'm keeping up with it all and biting the bullet. All that's left is this paper and now I have Jennifers MIA. My guess is that they're 20 yrs old and someone else is paying for their courses.
One reason I'm doubley annoyed is because this class sucks and I want it over. Information Security Principles - who cares. The instructor likes to hand out an assload of work and then bore us to tears each week with online chat sessions where she quotes straight from the book. I'm keeping up with it all and biting the bullet. All that's left is this paper and now I have Jennifers MIA. My guess is that they're 20 yrs old and someone else is paying for their courses.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Long time no see
Guess who I ran into in the school parking lot last night?? Kitty! Haven't seen her skanky face since March. I recognized her instantly, even in the dark. The big faux ponytail was hanging out!
She was clomping towards the path in the highest heels I've ever seen. I decided to catch up with her and say hi. Not because we like each other, but because I figured she'd have something interesting to say. She's such a tough, pool-playing bar bitch. You never know what'll come out of her mouth.
She was going to speech class. They are doing "how to" speeches. Guess what she was doing hers on?? How to apply makeup! Big surprise there. You know, because she's a makeup artist and all. Just what she needs to do... bore the hell out of 20 more people. She said she was hoping to find a gal in her class that was willing to wash their face and be her dummy, but she wasn't sure if that would happen. Yeah, because they all want to walk out of class that night looking like the whore that painted their face. Don't think so.
She was clomping towards the path in the highest heels I've ever seen. I decided to catch up with her and say hi. Not because we like each other, but because I figured she'd have something interesting to say. She's such a tough, pool-playing bar bitch. You never know what'll come out of her mouth.
She was going to speech class. They are doing "how to" speeches. Guess what she was doing hers on?? How to apply makeup! Big surprise there. You know, because she's a makeup artist and all. Just what she needs to do... bore the hell out of 20 more people. She said she was hoping to find a gal in her class that was willing to wash their face and be her dummy, but she wasn't sure if that would happen. Yeah, because they all want to walk out of class that night looking like the whore that painted their face. Don't think so.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Call me crazy
I got a letter from my bank this weekend. They're offering a deal for the month of December. I can skip my loan payment if I want. I'm sure they're considering this a nice gesture with the economy as it is and all. Gives the peeps extra money for Christmas gifts, I suppose. But, part of this deal is that there's a $30 processing fee, plus you'll still have interest tacked on for the month, which will lower the amount you actually pay on your loan in January. Somehow this doesn't seem much of a deal to me.
When it comes to paying my debt I'm sort of a freak of nature. I never skip payments even if it's allowed and I certainly wouldn't pay to skip one. WTF? I tend to put extra down if possible, even if it means having less for spending money that period. I pay off bills early that don't accumulate interest. Why, you ask? Because I don't like having them. Like the braces or assorted medical bills. You can put down $20 a month if you want and ride it out forever. As long as you contribute they can't yell at you. And if there's no interest, who cares?? Well, I do. If I owe it, I pay it. I like a clean, debt-free slate.
This skip they are offering is only allowing consumers to get themselves into more trouble. Go shopping next month and forget about your bills! Charge gifts on that card! I understand that some people are unemployed and going through real horrific times. I do. I just don't feel that this is a good procedure for practicing responsibility with finances. But hey, I'm the nut case that enjoys paying my bills, so what do I know?
When it comes to paying my debt I'm sort of a freak of nature. I never skip payments even if it's allowed and I certainly wouldn't pay to skip one. WTF? I tend to put extra down if possible, even if it means having less for spending money that period. I pay off bills early that don't accumulate interest. Why, you ask? Because I don't like having them. Like the braces or assorted medical bills. You can put down $20 a month if you want and ride it out forever. As long as you contribute they can't yell at you. And if there's no interest, who cares?? Well, I do. If I owe it, I pay it. I like a clean, debt-free slate.
This skip they are offering is only allowing consumers to get themselves into more trouble. Go shopping next month and forget about your bills! Charge gifts on that card! I understand that some people are unemployed and going through real horrific times. I do. I just don't feel that this is a good procedure for practicing responsibility with finances. But hey, I'm the nut case that enjoys paying my bills, so what do I know?
Crystal clear
Well, the anniversary dinner went off without a hitch. Not.
The parents arrived at 4:00p. We had a drink and talked a bit as I was in and out of the kitchen. The girls shared stories about their week's experiences and my parents were enjoying it. I had dinner ready a little before 5:00p because I knew everyone would be hungry and the comfortable hanging-out stage probably wouldn't last long if my dad had anything to do with it. Boy, was I on the money.
Everyone shoveled their food in and by 5:15p my dad was talking about how tired he was. He wanted to go home. I was the last to finish dinner. A - because I wasn't in any rush and B - they all started eating before I even entered the dining room. Not kidding.
So, in the next 10 minutes he mentions how tired he is again, and again. All that was racing through my mind was "go home then". And that's what he did. Or attempted to do. He said his good-byes at 5:30p and left to walk home, even after the girls begged him to stay. As pissed as I was for his rude behavior, I was also glad that he was out of the picture and my mom could now relax and spend time with the girls. Two minutes later he comes back in because it's raining. My mom told him to go sit in the chair for a while if he wanted because she wasn't ready to leave. He got all pissy and demanded that she leave now. And they did. It was this mad rush out, I'm not even sure they addressed me when they left the kitchen. My mom knew exactly what I was thinking at the time and probably didn't want any additional conflict.
I'm not sure why I continue to put myself in these situations. I never learn. Even though I can predict the outcome, I still insist on the idea that this time might be different. The disappointment that my girls experience is just another reminder that we're better off without. Next year they will get a card in the mail and I'm done with it. No more gatherings at my house. If my dad can't handle leaving his house for more than an hour to spend time with the only family he has left in the area, then that's how it will be. The three of us will just pick up Grandma and take her out for dinner next time.
It's now clear who deserves the bigger medal.
The parents arrived at 4:00p. We had a drink and talked a bit as I was in and out of the kitchen. The girls shared stories about their week's experiences and my parents were enjoying it. I had dinner ready a little before 5:00p because I knew everyone would be hungry and the comfortable hanging-out stage probably wouldn't last long if my dad had anything to do with it. Boy, was I on the money.
Everyone shoveled their food in and by 5:15p my dad was talking about how tired he was. He wanted to go home. I was the last to finish dinner. A - because I wasn't in any rush and B - they all started eating before I even entered the dining room. Not kidding.
So, in the next 10 minutes he mentions how tired he is again, and again. All that was racing through my mind was "go home then". And that's what he did. Or attempted to do. He said his good-byes at 5:30p and left to walk home, even after the girls begged him to stay. As pissed as I was for his rude behavior, I was also glad that he was out of the picture and my mom could now relax and spend time with the girls. Two minutes later he comes back in because it's raining. My mom told him to go sit in the chair for a while if he wanted because she wasn't ready to leave. He got all pissy and demanded that she leave now. And they did. It was this mad rush out, I'm not even sure they addressed me when they left the kitchen. My mom knew exactly what I was thinking at the time and probably didn't want any additional conflict.
I'm not sure why I continue to put myself in these situations. I never learn. Even though I can predict the outcome, I still insist on the idea that this time might be different. The disappointment that my girls experience is just another reminder that we're better off without. Next year they will get a card in the mail and I'm done with it. No more gatherings at my house. If my dad can't handle leaving his house for more than an hour to spend time with the only family he has left in the area, then that's how it will be. The three of us will just pick up Grandma and take her out for dinner next time.
It's now clear who deserves the bigger medal.
Friday, November 7, 2008
That's more like it
This morning I filled up for $2.21/gallon. I don't know when that last happened. I remember in Sept. of 2005 when I went to New York. When calling home a friend told me that they worried about prices going up, almost reaching $3.00. We thought that was absolutely crazy and here we are now experiencing all kinds of roller coaster rides with the pump.
The last time I filled up I was all excited about getting it for $2.70. Each time we see it drop it's as if we should quick grab some gas because it's going to take a turn for the worse tomorrow... and it doesn't. There I go jinxing everyone.
The last time I filled up I was all excited about getting it for $2.70. Each time we see it drop it's as if we should quick grab some gas because it's going to take a turn for the worse tomorrow... and it doesn't. There I go jinxing everyone.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
And the winner is
So my parents have their 45th anniversary this weekend. Can you imagine being with the same person for that long?? They've definitely hit some real rough patches along the way, but they survived it all and I give them credit. If I were married to either one of them I would've kicked them to the curb years ago, but that's just me.I offered to bring dinner to their house to celebrate. Figured my dad wouldn't have to go anywhere then and leave his comfort zone. I'm not being a smart ass, I was actually trying to be nice. My mom suggested they come to my place for dinner instead and even got the OK from dad, so that's the plan. They are 100% meat and potatoes people, so beef tips and mashed pots it is. I'll whip up a loaf of bread in the machine, slow cook the beef and wah-lah. No slaving over the hot stove for me.
As dysfunctional as our little family of four is (and that definitely includes my sister), my parents have been there for me a number of times and I owe them. Being a single mom, my mother has helped a ton with the girls so I could go to school or attend a gathering with friends... she's never said no. They took us in for a month when I was divorcing and had nowhere else to live, and even though it was the longest month of my life, I couldn't have done it without them. There are more days than I can count where we get on each others nerves, but I know I'm not innocent. I add a little bit of dysfunction to the family, as well. Not nearly as much as the other three members do, but just a little.
So, congrats to Dennis and Janie for sticking it out all these years. I'm not sure who deserves the bigger medal.
Step right up
I'll keep my comments about the election brief. I'm not a Democrat or Republican, probably sway a little more towards the liberal side actually. But I will say that I am pleased with the outcome of Election 08. I don't expect the world to be a better place by next week, but I'm highly optimistic that we'll see some good come out of Obama's term in office.
One thing that was nice to see was the number of young voters that came out. I had a conversation about this with a friend at work this morn. Our generation didn't give a crap about politics or where the world was headed when we were in high school. We had other priorities. These days the young people seem to be more involved and ready to fight for a cause. I like that. They're concerned about their future, the global environment and world peace. Some of them may be off at college partying like there's no tomorrow, but there are a lot of young adults that aren't. Kudos to them.
One thing that was nice to see was the number of young voters that came out. I had a conversation about this with a friend at work this morn. Our generation didn't give a crap about politics or where the world was headed when we were in high school. We had other priorities. These days the young people seem to be more involved and ready to fight for a cause. I like that. They're concerned about their future, the global environment and world peace. Some of them may be off at college partying like there's no tomorrow, but there are a lot of young adults that aren't. Kudos to them.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Royalty
I started a new class last night. It's only one credit, which totals to four evenings. No biggie. The 25 yr old gal that sat next to me is already driving me nuts. She's no Kitty, but she talks like a damn idiot. I don't have enough fingers and toes to count how many times she says "like" whenever she opens her mouth. I've probably voiced my opinion on this in the past, but I'll do it again, because it's one of my biggest peeves. The word "like" is not needed in every sentence multiple times, or even once for that matter. I stop my kids all the time when they do it because I don't want them growing up with poor, ditsy girl English. This Sara chick is going to take me over the edge. And the kicker - she told us that she was accepted to Marquette Law School right out of high school and turned it down. Um yeah. And I'm like the Queen of England, because like, I am.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Just treats
Well, my Halloween wasn't the usual. While the afternoon was eventful, I'll fast forward to the eve where it gets better. I met a few friends from school at Antonio's. Got there about 8:30ish. Chad (the cowboy engineer) came with his girlfriend and a few buddies. They're all about mid 20s. Dallas (the psychic) came with his wife. They're around my age.
The place started filling up and the costumes were plentiful. I was the only loser in the group not dressed up, of course. Some of the costumes were very impressive, some lacking a little taste. This one guy was wearing a red furry top that had no arms and only went low enough to cover his chest. It had an Elmo head on top. His middle section was completely exposed and he was wearing red spandex. Not much left to the imagination. On his stomach in black marker it said "Tickle Me". The kicker was that he was completely wasted. What a sight this guy was, it still makes me smile.
Then, this couple walks in as Adam and Eve. They were young, both smaller people. I would guess they were 90% naked, only covering what was absolutely necessary. The chick, no shit, had tiny leaves covering her nipples and that was it! She was walking around bare breasted and everyone was watching her. Granted they're just boobs, but still. I kept asking people if that was legal. You should have seen the number of people taking their pictures, it was like a photo shoot. I did give her credit, because obviously she is very comfortable with her body, but I almost felt embarrassed for her. And they must have been freezing!
I met two of Elmo's buddies at the bar. Mario bought me a drink and I ran into his friend, the big pink bunny. Bunny started telling me how he keeps going and going and going and the only response I could come up with was, "Well, good for you!"
So, we're all hanging out, having some beers, and Dustin (Chad's friend) asks me to dance. He was dressed as a Blues Brother. It wasn't the best tune (The Outfield), but I figured, WTH. We cruised around on the floor for a while and he keeps telling me to pick my fav dance tune and he'll request it for me. I had no clue what to pick and frankly wasn't so in the dancing mood at the time. It must have shown. Somehow we got talking about age and he asks mine. I've learned never to give it out, so I play the game for them to guess. He says 32. I thanked him for being so kind and said I was actually 33. He told me I definitely didn't look it and we keep dancing. I'm 40 years old and this 25 yr old guy doesn't even think I look 33?? He must be flattering me. He seemed like a real player, totally after one thing. I eventually told him I was done for now and instead of following me off the dance floor he sticks around and starts looking for someone else to side up to. Later he asks if I picked my song yet... I blew him off.
It gets better. Even though there are a few years between us, I was totally digging Chad's friend, Ben. Nice looking guy, great smile and he's smart. Graduated with a degree in math and is an actuary. Smart guys are hot. He's tall with a nice build... dressed as a samurai guy. I was into it. We talked quite a bit and it seemed as if we both were making efforts to stand by each other in the crowd. A few times he'd put his arm around me, but it was done in a polite way when we were talking and I was good with it. Dallas kept pushing me into Ben (obnoxious efforts at matchmaking) and I was close to bitch slapping him. Not sure how many times I apologized for that, but Ben stuck close by my side. I have no clue if he knows my age, but if he does, he sure doesn't seem to care.
At midnight I decided that it was time to head out. I needed sleep and the smoke was killing me. I said my good-byes and told Ben how nice it was to meet him. On my way home I called Chad's cell and left him a message. I said something like this: "Hey, Cowboy. It was great to see you again. You're buddy Ben, he's adorable. Love him. Catch ya later."
Should I be 100% embarrassed, or no? It was all flirty and fun. What could really come of it? Does age matter? I guess for me it does to a point. A few years is one thing... who cares. A few more starts wedging in generation gaps. Besides liking math and beer, what else could we have in common?
One thing's for sure. I forgot how fun it is to go out on Halloween. The costumes are entertaining as hell and people are just having fun. I may have to consider this again next year.
The place started filling up and the costumes were plentiful. I was the only loser in the group not dressed up, of course. Some of the costumes were very impressive, some lacking a little taste. This one guy was wearing a red furry top that had no arms and only went low enough to cover his chest. It had an Elmo head on top. His middle section was completely exposed and he was wearing red spandex. Not much left to the imagination. On his stomach in black marker it said "Tickle Me". The kicker was that he was completely wasted. What a sight this guy was, it still makes me smile.
Then, this couple walks in as Adam and Eve. They were young, both smaller people. I would guess they were 90% naked, only covering what was absolutely necessary. The chick, no shit, had tiny leaves covering her nipples and that was it! She was walking around bare breasted and everyone was watching her. Granted they're just boobs, but still. I kept asking people if that was legal. You should have seen the number of people taking their pictures, it was like a photo shoot. I did give her credit, because obviously she is very comfortable with her body, but I almost felt embarrassed for her. And they must have been freezing!
I met two of Elmo's buddies at the bar. Mario bought me a drink and I ran into his friend, the big pink bunny. Bunny started telling me how he keeps going and going and going and the only response I could come up with was, "Well, good for you!"
So, we're all hanging out, having some beers, and Dustin (Chad's friend) asks me to dance. He was dressed as a Blues Brother. It wasn't the best tune (The Outfield), but I figured, WTH. We cruised around on the floor for a while and he keeps telling me to pick my fav dance tune and he'll request it for me. I had no clue what to pick and frankly wasn't so in the dancing mood at the time. It must have shown. Somehow we got talking about age and he asks mine. I've learned never to give it out, so I play the game for them to guess. He says 32. I thanked him for being so kind and said I was actually 33. He told me I definitely didn't look it and we keep dancing. I'm 40 years old and this 25 yr old guy doesn't even think I look 33?? He must be flattering me. He seemed like a real player, totally after one thing. I eventually told him I was done for now and instead of following me off the dance floor he sticks around and starts looking for someone else to side up to. Later he asks if I picked my song yet... I blew him off.
It gets better. Even though there are a few years between us, I was totally digging Chad's friend, Ben. Nice looking guy, great smile and he's smart. Graduated with a degree in math and is an actuary. Smart guys are hot. He's tall with a nice build... dressed as a samurai guy. I was into it. We talked quite a bit and it seemed as if we both were making efforts to stand by each other in the crowd. A few times he'd put his arm around me, but it was done in a polite way when we were talking and I was good with it. Dallas kept pushing me into Ben (obnoxious efforts at matchmaking) and I was close to bitch slapping him. Not sure how many times I apologized for that, but Ben stuck close by my side. I have no clue if he knows my age, but if he does, he sure doesn't seem to care.
At midnight I decided that it was time to head out. I needed sleep and the smoke was killing me. I said my good-byes and told Ben how nice it was to meet him. On my way home I called Chad's cell and left him a message. I said something like this: "Hey, Cowboy. It was great to see you again. You're buddy Ben, he's adorable. Love him. Catch ya later."
Should I be 100% embarrassed, or no? It was all flirty and fun. What could really come of it? Does age matter? I guess for me it does to a point. A few years is one thing... who cares. A few more starts wedging in generation gaps. Besides liking math and beer, what else could we have in common?
One thing's for sure. I forgot how fun it is to go out on Halloween. The costumes are entertaining as hell and people are just having fun. I may have to consider this again next year.
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