So what does ‘A Fabulous Mess’ mean? Well… I never seem to be able to take a direct route to anywhere. I never really felt like I knew where I was heading, and I never knew what I really wanted. Some would say that maybe I’ve made a mess of things because I am no where near where I thought I would be at this age and have never been able to make a decision. But, despite all the mistakes I know I have made, I also know that I wouldn’t change a thing. I’ve learned so much about life and myself through everything I’ve done, and, though I may have made a mess, I know that everything will end up fabulous in the end.



Vacation Day 3

My vacation has gotten off to a phenominal start.

Monday, day one, I had my interview for my second job and it went well. Very well, actually, because I got the job on a trial basis, meaning that as long as my references all check out and everything, I’ve got the job.

The best part of the interview was the part when they told me that they couldn’t offer me as much as I was making at the hospital, then went on to offer me $2 an hour more base pay and $3 an hour shift differential. Meaning that if I work a night shift, I’ll make $5 more an hour plus I’ll get free parking.

Sweet.

I start Monday at the office for orientation.

Yesterday, my mom, sister-in-law and I painted my apartment. It’s a light green color called Monet Moonrise or something. It was a good day all in all, but I fell asleep at 10 pm and woke up at noon today with sore arms and sides. But my place looks awesome, and it will look better once I get my pictures hung and my new dining room table in tonight.

I don’t have too many plans for the next week or so, but it seems like my schedule is full. Doctor tomorrow, out with some work friends tomorrow night. Friday I’m going out with a guy I used to work with at the old Shop n Save. Saturday there’s a free Clarks show in the Strip that I want to go to, and I also want to get at least 8 hours in at the new job doing orientation at the patient’s house. I’d like to do 2 shifts, but we’ll see I guess.

Things are going pretty well. I just have to keep ahead of myself so that I don’t get sad and lose my mind over then next week or so. And getting a second job and painting my place was a good start, I like I’ve been pretty productive.


updates

So, since it’s been so long, instead of writing long posts about the many things that have happened over the past month, I will just condense everything into list form:

1. Fro’s wedding. It was spectacular, I haven’t had that much fun in years. I danced with my baby bro Jerry almost all night and that kid can really tear up the dance floor, which is double fun since he’s 6′3″ and the only person who makes me feel small.

2. I lost a grand total of 19 pounds since I started posting the amount of my weight loss. 19 pounds. Today, I went through my “denim drawer” where I have the various stages of skinny jeans that I’ve fit into in my life and I am currently wearing a pair of jeans that haven’t fit me since 2002. I shit you not.

3. O… well, we maintained contact regularly for a few weeks. He emailed me the night before my brother’s wedding to tell me to “have fun, don’t be sad, don’t drink to much” and I really got annoyed. Then, everytime he talked to me he acted as if I was suicidal and he had to give me all this great life advice and just made me feel like he was being very condescending. I met a guy at the wedding and it didn’t go so well because I was still waiting for O to text me and he just broke up with his girlfriend of 6 years, so when we finally had the ‘let’s be friends, I’m still getting over my last relationship’ talk, I decided that I can’t communicate with O anymore. As long as I’m still waiting for him in one way or another or keeping the lines of communication open because I want him to grovel and tell me he was wrong to leave me, I will never move on. So, last Thursday night, he IMed me and I told him that I didn’t want to hear from him anymore. He asked me what changed, what was wrong, why I was shutting him out, blah blah blah. Then he gave me this “I’m sorry I couldn’t give you what you want and what I wanted to give” and I said “Stop. I don’t want to hear this anymore”. He kept saying “Yes, you do” as if he didn’t really believe that I was ready to sever all ties. So, I laid it out… I said “You are not the person I thought you were, we were never what I thought we were, and I mean nothing to you”. So he told me to email him when I get “bored” and I said there was no point and then he said this:

O: Are you going to keep whining on?
Me: No. Bye.

Then I signed off. And that was the last thing I said to him. I have to say, since I’ve stopped waiting for him to email or text or IM me, I’ve been a lot happier. I stopped waking up in the middle of the night because of my dreams about him, I quit crying, and I threw a lot of the things he gave me into a box and put it in my closet instead of holding it and crying myself to sleep. And I let a friend set me up on a blind date and I’m hitting it off pretty well with the new guy. No details until I know for sure what is going on, but I get happy when the newbie calls and texts and there’s not a feeling of dread anymore that I’m forcing myself to be interested. I think it might be genuine as there have been no inklings of a freak out or break down. There’s been nothing but laughs and smiles this week. And I think I finally finally have let O go enough to get on with my life.

4. My place is looking more like mine than Fro’s. Painting begins in July, but last night I rearranged some furniture and rehung some pictures and it at least looks like someone tried rather than just shoving a bunch of ugly shit into a room.

That’s all for now… Things are pretty good, and it’s summer, so I hope they will only get better. After my daylight shift tomorrow, I’m off until Friday so I plan on spending a lot of time cleaning and hanging out with my girls and maybe the newbie.

Things are looking up.


Alive

I know it’s been forever and so many things have happened since I last posted - nearly a month ago now I guess. But, things have been coming together, the wedding is over and done with, and things in my condo are finally getting into shape - got the last of Fro’s stuff out today so it’s finally starting to feel like mine.

I’ll post updates soon, but the next post is the only thing I want to put my effort into at the moment.


Ramblings

So I’ve been busy with work and my birthday and family stuff for the past week and I just last night was able to catch up on my sleep… I went to bed at 11 pm last night and slept straight through until 9 am this morning. I was pretty beat.

Tonight is my first night out in awhile and I’m heading to the South Side to watch the Pens game, where I am hoping to run into a drunk Juile Gong. We shall see how the night goes.

I have lost another pound, but then I gained it back so I’m right were I was. Which is the lightest I’ve been since 2003.

I bought a mattress! Yay! It arrives on Wednesday.

O… well, after I told him I didn’t want him to come here in July he sort of started being a dick and we argued pretty much every day last week. Then, Thursday night, I thought to myself ‘Why are you fucking fighting with him? Why are you spending your time and energy fighting with your ex-boyfriend who is in Brazil and who you don’t know if or when you will ever see again?’ So I said, Fuck it. Thursday night I stopped responding to his texts, but I’ve gotten a few every day from him “just to say hi”. I’m going to venture to say I’m probably going to respond tonight because beer will be involved, but I’m in a much better place mentally now than I was before… I don’t think I want him anymore. I keep remembering the guy who was all the wonderful things to me and forgetting the asshole he became and, even though the words he said when we said goodbye linger in my head and mean a lot to me… words aren’t enough. Not anymore.

In other news… I have some crazy rash. HOT. I got new soap for my birthday and used it on my face and promptly broke out in a red, bumpy rash. Thursday night I had to put icepacks on it at work because it was so sore and itchy — it’s allergies, not contagious so, yes, I was working — and I bought hydrocortisone cream yesterday morning. And then I salved it all over my face all day yesterday and all day today. It’s not red anymore and it doesn’t itch when it has the cream on it, but I’m sure that after I have one beer tonight, my whole face will light up like a Christmas tree. I may not be drinking much afterall.

A few random thoughts…

1. Is anyone familiar with Dibs? Those little bitesized ice cream snacks? Well, I saw the commercial in which they were compared to a big soft pretzel so I checked them out at the store and the amount of fat in those little Dibs is unreal! Stick with the pretzel. Throw the Dibs at someone.

2. I hate that everyone tries to make Tyra Banks into Jesus on America’s Next Top Model.

3. I cannot wait to see the Sex and the City movie. I might go see it alone on opening day. I’ve scoured the internet for spoilers. If anyone knows any, let me know.

Ltr.


Ramblings

* I was supposed to go get weighed today, but I don’t feel like driving all the way to Monroeville to do it. I’m still losing weight, rest assured, but the official tally will have to wait until Monday since that’s my next day off.

* My new cell phone is arriving today. I am anxiously awaiting.

* Have I mentioned my new couch? Fro and the future sister-in-law bought a new couch for her place and, as I love her taste in everything, I eagerly accepted her old citrus-ish green couch. Doesn’t go so well with the ugly mustard yellow walls that Fro painted, but that, too, will be taken care of shortly.

* O and I have pretty much fallen right back into everything we were before he broke up with me, only we’re not making plans and he’s telling me that he’s jealous of whatever guy I’m telling him I’m talking to. He’s also asked me to spend a week with him, which I suppose would be making plans. He’s so confusing. I told him that I wouldn’t be going through any great lengths to spend time with him so if he wants to see me, he’s going to have to come to Pittsburgh. To which he said “OK”. I also told him he should remember to buy me something for my birthday, something that is shiny and says ‘I’m sorry I’m a giant douche bag, and I hope you still have this when I come crawling back to you’. He said “OK”.

Seriously, what the fuck?

I know. Get over it. It’s unhealthy.

I don’t care.

* Work was stressful yesterday, one of those days that broke my heart so I had to cry in the bathroom a few times. Great way to start a 60 hour work week.

* Any and all Christopher Guest movies = awesome. I am currently watching “Best of Show” and later, I’m planning on “For Your Considertion”.

* I know most people would probably like it to be a bet warmer, but the temperature today is ideal for me. I love spring in this city.