The Year of Yes: Dates 4.1 & 4.2

So, I went out with The Doctor on Sunday. Twice. Yes, twice.

First we had breakfast. Nothing thrilling there except for the conversation and the coffee. Why did it never occur to me to date a stand up comedian? Oh, perhaps because I was always afraid that I am not funny enough because of previously mentioned dopeheads telling me I am not funny.

I digress.

Then we went to a book sale, where I proceeded to smell the books. What? Why does everyone look at me like that? I can't help it if my nose and I have a close and intimate relationship with books and their scent. Besides, ask anyone, I love how certain things smell.

Yes, The Doctor thought I was crazy. Whatever, he's the psychologist.

Then we went to the Reno Earth Day Celebration. The Doctor had to leave early, so I stayed with friends. But before he left, he invited me to have dinner at his place that night. (Hence, the third date.)

He can cook. And he's intelligent, and damn if he doesn't make me laugh. And we have the same political views, which is a nice change for once.

My Birthday Party: The Year of Excuses

Here is a random sampling of the various excuses I heard at my birthday party:

#1) I have e coli.

#2) I'm sorry I'm late, I just got laid. (Rub it in, why don't you?)

#3) We're going to see an Iron Maiden tribute band called The Iron Madiens.

#4) I'm sorry you were NEVER the werewolf, but at least I didn't kill you!

#5) Sorry I didn't make it, I forgot.

Evs. (That's Australian for WHATEVER!) Here are the pictures to prove that we had fun in spite of the excuses.

PS: My button says: "Zombies. The other dead meat." Heather got it for me. Love it!

We roasted marshmallows. How fun is THAT?

NOW I Care If I Am Older

It's the day after. I feel like a train hit me (thanks, Amy!) and I am starting to feel like 31.

Whatever, more parties to come. Pictures to follow!

It's My Birthday!!!!!

Oh, how do love thee, my sweet, sweet birthday? Let me count the ways:

1) I get to do whatever I want, and if someone gives me crap, I scream, "IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!"

2) I get the day off from work.

3) It's all about ME! (I tried to get God to prevent other people from being born on my birthday. It didn't work.)

4) I get presents.

5) I don't even care if I am a year older (today) because it is my birthday. (Tomorrow we will discuss how I DO care about getting older.)

Oh, and To Rub It In

Tracy and I are going to see R.E.M. and Modest Mouse in Berkeley!!!!!!!!!

Yes, we ARE that cool.

And Ani is on Thursday!

The Year of Yes: Date #4

I cannot believe that is April already and I have only been on four dates. Not that I am complaining, because after the whole Vic fiasco of Ought Eight, I thought I might never get out there again. But then I met The Doctor. (I've been watching a lot of Doctor Who lately. Sue me.)

The Doctor is super cool. He's older, but I think I might need older. He's super smart and super funny, and (thank GOD!) he's good-looking.

We met at Starbucks for a little coffee date, walked around for a while and enjoyed the incredible spring sunshine and had a really nice conversation. I really enjoyed his company.

Not that I should get my hopes up. But I think we will probably go out again. YIPPIE!

I'm back!

Happy 100th Post!

I was going to post a fun little dinner I made (fish tacos) in honor of my 100th blog, but Tracy sent me this article, and I had to share it.



I need to move.

Why are there so many more single men on the west coast than on the east coast? (As least I am living on the right coast!)

Honestly, though, there might be a ton of single men in southern California, but I think SOME of those men CHOOSE to be single. You know, the players. And I am not moving to New Orleans (Sorry, Steph!) But Boise might be the ticket.

So, yes Tracy, I am ready to move to Long Beach. To Boise. To LA, Las Vegas, Phoenix. Hell, anywhere but here. (At least I don't live in NYC where there are 210,000+ more women than men.