Saturday, December 22, 2007
Half-way There
Because I live in fear that Amy will show up at the resort and demand that post yet again, here I am, posting yet again.
So Bruce and I have this game, mostly I have this game, wherein we give names and attributes to couples who are eating at the same restaurant as we. The first time I played this with Bruce we were at THE best sushi restaurant in the bay area. The couple next to us ate about 5 plates that were built around salmon and cream cheese. I named them Gina and Billy. They were from Iowa and they just moved to California. They were going to show everyone back home that they were living life, I mean, come on, here they were eating SUSHI.
The thing about Gina and Billy is that I totally get it. They were somewhere different and this was their opportunity to finally not be what everyone else had been. Unfortunately for our lovely couple from Iowa, I told Bruce the rest of their story. You see money goes fast in the big city and while Billy has his degree and Gina worked at her father’s store for 8 years, jobs just aren’t that easy to come by. Gina solves the problem by finding a job stripping and Billy lets himself believe her stories about cleaning houses being really profitable here.
Of course this works for a while but one day Gina gets tired of paying all the bills and Billy gets tired of not being the man. Billy figures it if his girl is stripping she’s probably doing other things to make money and it’s the other things that are just killing him every time he looks at her. It was really only a matter of time for the day to come when Gina came home to find Billy’s clothes gone.
Not leaving a note was totally Billy’s style anyway and Gina knew there was only one place in the world that Billy would go. The folks back in Iowa weren’t surprised when Billy came back and worked his daddy’s farm. They weren’t even surprised when Billy came back alone. What surprised everyone was how much being in California changed Billy, I mean all he could talk about was about how much he loved sushi.
Gina and Billy are not so different from so many people. If only they had bothered to try something beyond just the salmon.
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Thursday, December 20, 2007
Aha, Take THAT!
So this is how it’s going to be. Me writing an entry to keep Amy from writing mean haikus about me. Me not writing an entry for two weeks and then finding dirty limericks written about me on the bathroom stalls at work. Me writing three entries in a row and then nothing until someone threatens to send me a Gucci purse full of Anthrax.
Look, there is only so much that I can do here people. And writing is kind of boring right now. I have much more important things to do with my day, like count the ceiling tiles above my cubical or think about who would win in a fight: Mighty Mouse or Spider Man? Sure, I could write a blog post about the doctor who hit on me while I was running her orientation. Please call me LLCoolG. Or maybe I could talk about how upset I was when my boss counseled me about appropriate clothing for work because someone at work thought I was showing too much cleavage (and if by too much cleavage they meant none, then I totally agree, otherwise stop staring at my boobs you stupid freak).
I know there are things I could write about but really things just aren’t funny the way they use to be. There is no way to make trying on bathing suits in the dead of winter funny (Bruce and I leave for a vacation that takes place south of the border but not in Mexico in three days). Also not funny is the smashed passenger side window and stolen GPS, the fact that my apartment is never totally clean, and that I seem to slowly be gaining even more weight.
Of course there are the other things, you know the good things, like the fact that my hair has won back my favor and devotion, my shoe collection has grown to a new level, and I haven’t killed Bruce yet. And even with all the crap that work has brought with it, I am doing well there and have begun to learn the names of people I see daily. Eventually I might even become friends with some of my co-workers, baby-steps people, baby-steps.
All of this leads me to believe that my life is nothing more than normal. Ordinary. Run of the mill. Heck, I even live in the suburbs. So like I said in the beginning, writing about my life now is boring for me. Feel free to blame Bruce he’s the one who made me sober up and straighten out.
Oh, but as it’s about that time, I thought I would tell you one funny story that I haven’t before shared. A few years ago for some sort of gift giving event, I gave my brother-in-law a picture frame. And in that frame, was a picture of me and his younger brother. At the time it didn’t occur to me that it takes a special kind of person to give a picture of themselves to someone else as a gift. Now, whenever I think of it, I kind of laugh. But even better than the fact that it makes me laugh is the fact that even with my new insight about the type of person who gives such a gift, I would still give someone a picture of me as a gift. I’m still that special type of person bitches.