Sunday, November 7, 2010
Saturday, November 6, 2010
For the Record
Me: I have some good news and some bad news.
Him: Okay. I'll take the good news first.
Me: The good news is, Michigan won today.
Him: Yeah, I know 67 to 65. I just caught the end of that game. So what's the bad news?
Me: The bad news is, I didn't get to see the game.
Him: You didn't get to see the triple overtime?
Me: What? They went into triple overtime?
Him: Yeah, what were you doing?
Me: Now I feel even more miserable about missing the game. I went to some chili cook of thing in Central Park with my roommate, but by the time we got there they were already out of chili.
A half hour later into the conversation...
"For the record, I was never interested in you."
I told this to my good guy friend very matter of factly. And it's true. I never was. There were a few times that I thought maybe I should be, but I wasn't. He has always been more like a brother to me - which is why we are probably still good friends and why he and his now wife asked me to read Scripture at their wedding 8 years ago. If I had different anatomy I probably would have been one of the groomsmen.
This evening, aside from Michigan football and their dysfunctional defense, we discussed guy/girl dynamics in friendships and in relationships, and somehow an old story surfaced - the time when he "tricked" me into going to his family cabin with him for the weekend.
I was 17 years old and working at Spring Hill Summer Camp in northern Michigan, and he invited me to go along with a group of camp staff to his cabin in Cadillac - except it ended up not being a group...
Him: Okay. I'll take the good news first.
Me: The good news is, Michigan won today.
Him: Yeah, I know 67 to 65. I just caught the end of that game. So what's the bad news?
Me: The bad news is, I didn't get to see the game.
Him: You didn't get to see the triple overtime?
Me: What? They went into triple overtime?
Him: Yeah, what were you doing?
Me: Now I feel even more miserable about missing the game. I went to some chili cook of thing in Central Park with my roommate, but by the time we got there they were already out of chili.
A half hour later into the conversation...
"For the record, I was never interested in you."
I told this to my good guy friend very matter of factly. And it's true. I never was. There were a few times that I thought maybe I should be, but I wasn't. He has always been more like a brother to me - which is why we are probably still good friends and why he and his now wife asked me to read Scripture at their wedding 8 years ago. If I had different anatomy I probably would have been one of the groomsmen.
This evening, aside from Michigan football and their dysfunctional defense, we discussed guy/girl dynamics in friendships and in relationships, and somehow an old story surfaced - the time when he "tricked" me into going to his family cabin with him for the weekend.
I was 17 years old and working at Spring Hill Summer Camp in northern Michigan, and he invited me to go along with a group of camp staff to his cabin in Cadillac - except it ended up not being a group...
Friday, November 5, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Xena Princess Warrior
Someone texted me around 1 am this morning inquiring, “are you still on ca time?”
I texted back, “kind of – im now living in nyc – but have been staying up til 3 or 4 most nights… what’s up?”
Evidently that someone (i.e. a long, lost ex), didn’t get the memo that I had moved to NYC. To be honest, I was somewhat hoping to lose him in my cross country move – but only because I still owe him a beer from a competition that I lost a while ago. At this point I’d prefer not to buy him one, but we both agreed on the beer wage that was bet and since I lost, it’s only fair that I do.
A few minutes after the texting, a different “he” started a facebook conversation with me:
He - hey night owl
Me - ah yes, it’s true. i’m nocturnal.
He - i picture you as a vampire
Me - as a vampire – eh? as in buffy?
He - you are not that tough
Me - lol… and i won’t claim to be…
Mainly because I still hate that 12 years ago my second hottest guy friend compared me to Xena Princess Warrior – a character from a television show that I’ve never seen, but that apparently aired from 1995 to 2001. I think the Xena idea came to him one evening while we were at summer camp, playing a game called M&M Wars. I was wearing face paint and running through the woods on a mission to find a silver bucket without being captured and detained by enemy forces (i.e. 8 to 10 year old boys and their attractive 18 to 24 year old counselors.) Gosh, I miss the days of summer camp – and all the good looking guys that worked there…
But being called Xena - even if it was only a few times - is something that I do not miss. I know Xena was a princess and all, but the word warrior has too many masculine connotations attached to it for me to agree to it – I don’t want to be considered manly. Now Pocahontas, on the other hand, I proudly accepted that name.
I texted back, “kind of – im now living in nyc – but have been staying up til 3 or 4 most nights… what’s up?”
Evidently that someone (i.e. a long, lost ex), didn’t get the memo that I had moved to NYC. To be honest, I was somewhat hoping to lose him in my cross country move – but only because I still owe him a beer from a competition that I lost a while ago. At this point I’d prefer not to buy him one, but we both agreed on the beer wage that was bet and since I lost, it’s only fair that I do.
A few minutes after the texting, a different “he” started a facebook conversation with me:
He - hey night owl
Me - ah yes, it’s true. i’m nocturnal.
He - i picture you as a vampire
Me - as a vampire – eh? as in buffy?
He - you are not that tough
Me - lol… and i won’t claim to be…
Mainly because I still hate that 12 years ago my second hottest guy friend compared me to Xena Princess Warrior – a character from a television show that I’ve never seen, but that apparently aired from 1995 to 2001. I think the Xena idea came to him one evening while we were at summer camp, playing a game called M&M Wars. I was wearing face paint and running through the woods on a mission to find a silver bucket without being captured and detained by enemy forces (i.e. 8 to 10 year old boys and their attractive 18 to 24 year old counselors.) Gosh, I miss the days of summer camp – and all the good looking guys that worked there…
But being called Xena - even if it was only a few times - is something that I do not miss. I know Xena was a princess and all, but the word warrior has too many masculine connotations attached to it for me to agree to it – I don’t want to be considered manly. Now Pocahontas, on the other hand, I proudly accepted that name.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Confession #2
I'd like to say that this confession involves something innocent - such as my current craving for a donut from #2 Donuts, located just off the 91 freeway in Riverside, California.
(in works)
(in works)
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Monday, November 1, 2010
Cubicle Conversations
"It's smells like fried chicken by the copier."
I didn't smell anything out of the ordinary, but then again, I was about 15 feet away from the copier. I took Ray, my coworker, at his word, because I don't think he would be one to make up lies concerning certain miasmas hovering over the xerox machine.
Miasma isn't a word that I use a lot - mainly because I don't think that most people know what it means, and to be perfectly honest, I'm not sure I really do either.
But according to dictionary.com definition #2 it means
pollution in the atmosphere, esp noxious vapors from decomposing organic matter
I learned the word my freshmen year of high school when my friend Kimberlee and I would sit in the corner of our English class and pick paint chips of of the wall. (For the record, in case you were concerned, no, we didn't eat them.) Miasma was one of our vocabulary words that we had to study and learn for some test, and for some reason, Kimberlee really like that word.
I ran track with Kimberlee (well, I didn't run with her, I ran several minutes behind her; she was an all-state runner and I was - well, lets just say I was slow.) Kim would occasionally yell out the word miasma just for kicks, but I'm also convinced that on our 4 mile runs that she would yell it out when she passed by roadkill such a raccoon or deer rotting by the side of the road. I can't say for certain if she yelled this or not, because like I mentioned before, I was a much slower runner than she.
Everyone once in a while I get inspired to increase my vocabulary. Most recently it was when I studied for the GRE....
(In works)
But I also was prompted to consider increasing my vocabulary after the time a man at the post office tried to hit on me, but I didn't know the meaning of one of the words in his pick up line...
(In works)
I didn't smell anything out of the ordinary, but then again, I was about 15 feet away from the copier. I took Ray, my coworker, at his word, because I don't think he would be one to make up lies concerning certain miasmas hovering over the xerox machine.
Miasma isn't a word that I use a lot - mainly because I don't think that most people know what it means, and to be perfectly honest, I'm not sure I really do either.
But according to dictionary.com definition #2 it means
pollution in the atmosphere, esp noxious vapors from decomposing organic matter
I learned the word my freshmen year of high school when my friend Kimberlee and I would sit in the corner of our English class and pick paint chips of of the wall. (For the record, in case you were concerned, no, we didn't eat them.) Miasma was one of our vocabulary words that we had to study and learn for some test, and for some reason, Kimberlee really like that word.
I ran track with Kimberlee (well, I didn't run with her, I ran several minutes behind her; she was an all-state runner and I was - well, lets just say I was slow.) Kim would occasionally yell out the word miasma just for kicks, but I'm also convinced that on our 4 mile runs that she would yell it out when she passed by roadkill such a raccoon or deer rotting by the side of the road. I can't say for certain if she yelled this or not, because like I mentioned before, I was a much slower runner than she.
Everyone once in a while I get inspired to increase my vocabulary. Most recently it was when I studied for the GRE....
(In works)
But I also was prompted to consider increasing my vocabulary after the time a man at the post office tried to hit on me, but I didn't know the meaning of one of the words in his pick up line...
(In works)
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