Last Splash

The gene pool could use a little Chlorine.

Hmmmm, can I tell you how nice it is to have a man that cooks? I worked late last night and came home to find him elbows-deep in made from scratch authentic Italian lasagna. Spinach, cremini mushrooms, bechamel....the works. Then we opened a bottle of Argentinian wine...our new favorite. You wouldn't think it would be so good with Italian food, but man, it was! Sigh...domestic bliss.

In other news, I did get a fake birthday present from a friend...a promotion and a raise. So, M, whatever good thoughts you were sending me, it worked!

And in sports, the Hurricanes are really starting out to the best season ever. As a lifelong NCSU Wolfpack fan, I can't help but have the idea, when will it crash? But for now, I guess we're all going to enjoy watching the team. We need to have a banner year if we are going to keep hockey in the good ol' South.

I wish I had more interesting things to write, but I'm in the middle of a long stretch at work...not another day off until next week, and I'm preserving my mental health.

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The exotic one...not on my mind as much lately with this shifting in my heart, unless of course, I pass a South American man on the street, or hear an accent that reminds me of him. We were young, stupid, went through more heartache together than we should have, and then started dating. By far the most beautiful boy I've been with, and the first one that fell in love with me. It's easy to pinpoint what went wrong with this one; there were no fights or shouting because he always deferred to me. And alas, I was a freight train running with the idea. I always thought I wanted to "wear the pants", to be in control of the relationship, but once I got my chance it was too easy. What do I regret most? Breaking his heart. By the time I made my mind up it was over, there was no turnning back. There was nothing he could do or say to make me change my mind. I guess it's not all bad, because I still run into him occasionally (apparently he stayed in America) and he always has an American girlfriend, so I didn't ruin him for the rest. I just wasn't the right one...

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the ex files

For those interested...

...in every detail of my existence...so, we made a mad crazy dash through Times Square trying to find last minute show tix last night (that didn't work out, so we're seeing Slut the Musical today at 3) so my friend suggested we pop into Virgin Megastore so I could buy the Kanye West CD. Oh, my, 2 for $15 and I am crazy. I spent over 60 bucks on the most random assortment of albums anyone's ever seen...Late Registration, Mama Said (Lenny Kravitz), At Last by Etta James (not just a great song...the whole album is excellent), Queen's greatest hits (I and II, not the one with the III extra disc), and Johnny Cash's I Walk the Line (for $5...). Okay...nothing more for me until 2006. I need chocolate. I'm going crazy...I love NYC...I can't believe it's been two years!

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music theory

Went to the State Fair tonight with an old friend. Man, I forget how redneckedy ugly some NC people are until I go every year.

Going to NY tomorrow...hope for better sights there!

(And yes, I saw girls in Gauchos...and Rainbow sandals...)

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A hint for all the sorostitutes...gauchos...once a discount store is airing a commercial for them, they're available in child's sizes, and older women (like, 60+) are asking for them, I think it's safe to say that trend is, thankfully, over...

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meow, the retail beast

(I use the term fat loosely...)

So, sadly, I am a reality TV junkie, and I LOVE LOVE Top Model (although with only one TV in the house I am typically relegated to watching the VH1 daytime marathons, b/c when honey is home sports come first...not that I'm complaining). BUT: what's with the token fat chick on every show? I for one think the bigger girls are typically the most beautiful and photogenic on the show, but they never make it higher than like 6th or 7th. I love some Tyra, and I know she's compassionate, but if a fat chick will never be a supermodel (just a Lane Bryant model) then why have the token on every season? If Tyra truly thinks these girls have as much of a shot as all the other models, then why not have 3 or 4 of them in the top 10? But one, and only one? That's like throwing a pep squad member into a room full of gymnasts and having a contest for top cheerleader...can you imagine being the one normal size girl staring at these "perfectly slender" models all day, and saying to yourself "I have to compete against them?"

As much as I love the token (and this season at least honey thought Diane was the hottie of the group) let's change it up next season, and have one chick that's a hundred pounds and six feet tall having to compete against all the womanly, curvaceous, size DD hotties.

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meow

Let's get this one off my chest first. I've been thinking about him a lot lately, probably because someone brought him up around the same time I started reading someone's blog that reminds me A LOT of his personality. Tall, dark, stocky, handsome in that bumbling, irreverent, ratty shorts and Converse sneaker sort of way. Loves to argue, to play devil's advocate, to twist your words and thoughts until you're frustrated, but all with a mischeivous smirk on his face. A master of sarcasm and charm. A near-genious level of intelligence, which was intriguing and off-putting all at once. I once thought, in a space of three short months, that he was everything I had looked for. He was so attentive when I was there, making me feel like I was the thing that mattered most, that for those two or three days his sole duty was to make sure I enjoyed myself. The problem: we lived too far apart, and for the four weeks between our visits he was married to his job. Maybe I could have made it work, but I was young and stilted by my shyness with him; my need to not feel like a burden or intrude on his workspace. Had I been more confident, had I just showed up at his house and really expressed the way I felt, would he have realized what he was missing? Or would he have felt pushed and distracted from what was really important to him? I was so careful to not get in the way, not ask for too much of him, and to likewise not show him how close a connection I wanted and felt with him, that maybe when it was ending he was left with the same impression. Maybe he wanted to be closer all along, but thought I was the one being aloof. I heard from the friend that introduced us (we're still close; they speak occasionally) that he thought of me as "one of the good ones". She seemed to think he cared more than I thought. What I missed most when he was gone? The distinct memory of being alone on his porch, or taking a bath at his apartment, and knowing he was there, cooking dinner or reading the paper. Not talking, just comfortable in the knowledge that he was nearby, in the strange domesticality of our new relationship. I hope he figured it all out in California.

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the ex files

How come when we get all dressed up we feel absolutely gorgeous, and then when someone emails us the pictures we totally deflate and think "man I look like a COW"?

I know I sound like I have the worst body image in the world, but I really don't. Unless I'm looking at pictures of myself, I'm thinking "damn I'm hot". I just don't photograph like I used to.

I think clothes muck everything up. I think they make me look bigger than I really am. Or maybe when I look in the mirror, I have such high self-confidence that I see the beautiful, healthy person that's trying to escape from inside. Ha ha...I am shallow hal.

Sigh... I wish I could just walk around naked.

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meow

Ahhh...hockey. Had to miss opening night for a friend's rehearsal dinner last night, but the Canes pulled it off. My Bruins, not so lucky. What a game to have been at...watching a rookie goalie face off with the probable rookie of the year and Lemieux in a shootout. He's not even our starting goalie, but the backup. Honestly, against Pittsburgh we never should have been tied anyway, we should have had them 4-1. Oh well. We all know Ottawa and Atlanta are the loaded teams this year anyway: the Heatly-Hossa trade did wonders for both. And I know Teemu Selanne isn't the best, but he gets better looking every year. Sigh...I love hockey.

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the sports report

So, I'm not as good at walking in heels as I used to be. Let me tell you, it's hard to drive a pick-up with a sticky clutch and disentegrating fuel line in three inch pumps. It's also hard to feel quite as sexy as you did getting ready when you're stepping out of said pick-up in front of the ritziest restaurant in town, onto the wet pavement while the light rain drizzles out any effort you took with your hair. I know I should look at myself as an Amazon, but it's hard when you're six inches taller and have at least fourty pounds on every other woman there. How come you never see fat people eating at high-class places? Hello? We LOVE food! The food was fantastic, but I have to admit that I felt like I was in the land of Lilliputions. I'm exaggerating, but you get my point.

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meow

20 things?

1. I never finished college.
2. I read everything I can get my hands on: books, newspapers, glossy fashion magazines, cereal boxes, anything!
3. I enjoy reality TV. (I know, shoot me...especially The Surreal Life, Supernanny, and Next Top Model...ugh.)
4. I want to be in Dove's capaign for Real Beauty.
5. I still daydream.
6. I have very strong legs (no, really, I can drop a hundred and eighty pound guy to the floor with one swift kick in the abs).
7. I am very bad with money.
8. I secretly love it when a guy catcalls me, or flirts with me on the highway.
9. I have a weakness for exotic men, especially South American.
10. I can fake several accents very well, and have a good ear for linguistic tones (I can tell if a Southern accent is Georgia, South Carolina, or what                        region in North Carolina).
11. I directed a play in high school.
12. I can use the Subway system in NYC better than my best friend, who has live there for almost 5 years. I blend in as long as I don't speak.
13. I love to fly. If I had more money, I would fly whenever I could.
14. If I won the lottery, the very first thing I would do is buy a mountain cabin.
15. I actually understand the rules of hockey, football, and basketball, but still get confused about the positions and what they do.
16. I drink iced coffee in the morning to wake up. Somehow it just doesn't do it when it's hot.
17. I have an extensive collection of lingerie and "props" that I use very rarely. (Not anything hardcore, just like blindfolds, ropes, etc.)
18. I think I look much better naked than in clothes, but I'm still self concious about being naked in front of people.
19. I suck at tennis. I mean, really bad.
20. I'm settled. I no longer have dreams about moving elsewhere, but have accepted my happiness in NC.

OK, so the rules of the game state that if you just read this (and shockingly, I've been visited more than 60 times) you have to post your own "20 random thoughts" on your blog. Can't wait to read them! Thanks, greeneyes and alohalani.

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