Well, if anyone wants to know what the most useless time I’ve ever spent was…I’ll tell you. Standing in line at Victorias for three hours. Yes, you read that right….three hours. Three goddamn hours. For what, you ask? What could be so important that Becky would stand for so long? One bra (albiet a very pretty one) and two pairs of underwear. And how much did said underwear cost, you ask? The total came to about eighty bucks. Insane. But, I did get a whole bunch of really cool free stuff and made some great new friends.
Insane. So it was the grand opening of the new and improved Victorias at the mall in these parts….and although the store is huge, now, huger than it was before, it’s still just a store.
But, on the bright side, Barbie was with me the second time (yes, I braved the wilds not once, but twice to buy this stupid stuff) so we had a good time. And, we did make some new friends.
In other news, I got to see Chrisitie, Barbie’s older sister for dinner, and T called. I was very suprised to hear from him. In a good way. He called while Barb was there, and asked if I’d gotten his email. “Yes,” I replied, “I got it” I also told him I wrote him back yesterday afternoon. He asked if I were mad at him, because I didn’t write back right away. No, I said I wasn’t mad. He asked if I was sure I emailed him back, because he didn’t get it. He checked. Often.
How sweet. I had a rosy glow about me for a few hours. Wait, I’m still glowing. He’s so cool.
I’m wearing new VS perfume today (a free gift) and I like it.
Back to work.
Yay for nights where I have nothing to do and no one to bother me! What could be more perfect than a cheese pizza from nick n joes, vanilla hagen daaz, courtesy of L, the cats, a bath, a book and sleep? What could be more perfect, I ask you? Nothing.
So friend Chad in CA is doing well, and his response to T’s email earlier today was, and I quote “Becky, I don’t know how I feel about that”. I about died laughing. So my thoughts ont he earlier email: He’s a very silly boy who needs to get it together. This “lets make plans a year in advance and invite Bek to thanksgiving dinner” shit has got to go. .
Oh, I think Baby is deaf. Sad. Either that or she’s learned to ignore me too.
So last night was exciting. Went to the gym, did a masterful workout, came home, found the babies still alive and meowing, and found that T actually LEFT A MESSAGE! It’s not unusual for said boy to leave messages on the machine, as we have wildly different schedules, but the fact that he called while on vacation. Not only that…he called twice. Yours truly decided to give Mr. T a break, and not get all up in his vacation business, and not call him back right away. So I didn’t. However, I did call L. And left a message for Mr. L. But, around ten last night the phone rings, after Nik left and I was all bedded down for a long winters nap. Oh wait. It’s still August. So it was T. And he was calling to tell me that he doesn’t get reception up at Evans, and did I call? No, I reply, no, I did not. “You didn’t?” He asks, with a slight whine in his voice. Nope. Nope I most certainly did not. Then he proceeds to have a conversation with both myself and Evan, at which time I was informing his magesty that I was trying to give him a vacation from whatever we have going on and didn’t want to be up in his business. He didn’t catch any of it because he was trying to multitask conversations. I’m not really fond of that tactic. Not at all. So I told him I’d talk to him some other time, and I think he wasn’t happy with that, but I hung up. I don’t have time for that at all. So I wasn’t pleased with the conversation at all, but what can I do? He’s on vacation. I want him here. He’s not two people. I’m jealous of his best friend. This stinks.
So, this morning, I get an email from him. AN EMAIL. What the heck? He never emails me. Never ever. Is he on drugs? I’m so confused. What a silly boy.
Now I’m calling Chad in CA for help. OH dear, maybe this is a problem only a gay man can solve.
So it’s been like a year since I posted last. Right. Time flies, and the computers have been down at work. Bastards!
New news…the babies at home are finally getting along (Baby and Spike, that is) Praise Jesus!
Travelling for work has become a very exciting experience..I was picked up for a modeling job a few weeks ago while in Baltimore on a site visit. So it was a hair modeling job, don’t freak out, Victoria’s still hasn’t come knocking on my door or anything. So the actual job was in Baltimore as well, on a Sunday. Sounds great, right? Right. What they didn’t tell me was that it would be a seminar, and they were demonstrating 80’s cuts. Oh good lord. Right. So it was going well until Marcus (the guy who recruited me…think Chad in CA but black) asks me “how open are you” to which I reply “What do you mean” while narrowing my eyes. Then he asks, very sweetly “How attached to your hair are you?” and at about that time I burst into tears.
My hair is now about three inches long. Everyone at work loves it, the boys love it, girlfriends love it, Mama hates it. It does look good, but I had just gotten all the layers out. Now more layers to get rid of.
Speaking of the boys, M reversed his “lets not date Becky” decision. Ha! Turns out the one he decided to date excluseively was not only a gold digger, but she was MEAN! Ha! So we picked it back up. No big deal.
In T news, things seem to be moving along at a rather odd kind of pace. He’s mentioned marriage twice, invited me to Thanksgiving dinner at Evan’s house, mentioned a specific date we’ll go on next summer, and has mentioned when we’ll be old and gray together. Oh, he’s also mentioned the pets “we’ll” have. This coming from Mr. Unemotional. Go figure. Could boys be any more confusing? We saw Freddy Vs Jason over the weekend…and that was a disaster. It was hideous. Worse than bad. Last time I ever pick a movie, huh? Right. But, afterwords was nice. He acutally mentioned that he was happy! An emotion! Wow. So now T is in NY, with Evan for the week. Not happy, am I. He had two whole fucking weeks off and how much did I get to see him? Once. You heard it here, once. He seems to be able to make plans WAY in advance, but plan for the near future? Nope.
Heather called last night, suprised the whee out of me. It was late, I’d had a rough sick day of passing out in a parking lot and running into alot of stuff. She’s fine, thinks one of her ex’s is gay. Not suprising. I’ll see her this weekend. Yippee!
Not much new to report other than the above. Which is good.
What a couple of days. Oh dear. Monday I was in Baltimore for work, as well as tuesday. So Monday I end really early and went to Towson to shop, and get asked to be a hair model this coming weekend by some random guy outside of Starbucks. Not to mention the pretty unmentionables that I got at Victorias for T’s benefit which of course he never wanted to see.
Tuesday got done super early again, went home, and ran errands. Went to visit the Mama, and then T came over. He brough pizza, and movie, and we did both while he made nice with Spike. He brought presents too, which kinda threw me. So he stayed until three, and it ended a little strangely. He really wants to take the time to “get to know someone” again, etc, but I still feel punished. Like I have to break down walls just to find other walls he’s put up. And, I don’t really want to get into any of this with him, because I know it will blow up in my face for getting to serious too quickly. I think part of the problem is I like him more than he likes me, and I cannot stand that. Now I’m petrified. Nothing seems to work with him. Nothing I say or do really makes a dent, it seems like, and it’s getting to me. I’m thinking of just breaking it off completely, just becuase this seems like it might be a major overhaul to have him date someone functionally again. He went into some of the things he’s been thru romance wise, and he’s damaged goods. And he’s going away for two weeks. I’m not happy about that. But I can’t do anything. That certainly isn’t helping anything, that’s not going to make anything any easier.
Arrgh. Why can’t he just be normal and not fucked up?
So. Friday night was exciting. I saw the kids, and Ginger, and that was a good time. Saturday, boy. Went to Randy and Dorothy’s to keep them company for the garage sale, and got a new Ansel Adams for the living room, yay! Then, had to get the car inspected for MD tags (boy, was that a pain in the ass) and had b-day lunch with mama and daddy. Then, I got a new cat! His name is Spike. He’s little and grey. Baby hates him. He hates Baby. I’m sad. They hiss at one another all the time.
Then, got the hairs cut. Praise Jesus! Now they’re multicolored. I wanted to go blonde, but Carole refused. She said she’d be going against God’s plan for my hair. So now it’s just mostly blonde, and red, and brown. What a sight I am. And, now it’s all one legnth.
So M called last night to break it off…because I don’t want committment. Well, not from him, anyway. So that’s good. I’ll miss him and all the stuff we did, but it’s not heartbreaking. But T called last night, and we’re on for my bday. I can’t wait. I like him a little too much. We’re both so sarcastic it’s hard to tell tho. I feel like I’m in the boxing ring with him duking it out, just circling and circling and not getting anywhere.
Getting the rental today for site visits tomorrow, and going grocery shopping with mama later for lasagna! Yipeee!
So work has decided to block many pages and blogger happened to be one of them…those bastards! So not only can I not blog, I can’t listen to launchcast either. What the hell? I’m not listening to porn or anything, I mean, for god sakes, I listen to bluegrass! Hmm. So I’ve been having to break out the CD’s I have in the car, and that’s not very many, so work has been mucho boringo this week.
On to more exiciting topics….so I lost my necklace. It’s still lost…however…yearly bonuses come out next week, and I got a very nice suprise from my manager this morning when she told me how much it was. Enough to afford a brand spanking new bigger than before favorite necklace. I asked Patty (our admin wonderwoman at work) which jewlery stores she’d reccommend, and she mentioned Littman Jewlers, where Nik got her engagement ring. So I looked, and I found the one I wanted. So I got it, with a little help from my friend named Visa.
Now I have a fabulous necklace…and wonder of all wonders….alot of phone calls from T. He and I had a “talk” earlier this week about how I had no clue that he was seriously interested or just biding his time. He told me that he did really like me, and what could he do to prove it? My answer: call more often. So he has. Every day to be exact. Wow. He mentioned when I saw him this week that he’s slow to get to know people, and he’s been hurt before, and scared, and a little dense. Well, I’m all those things too, but when he says slow to get to know people…boy. So we talked Monday, that was “the talk” and he came over Tuesday (that was great. He’s so cool) and called Weds, and Thurs….man. He needs an instruction manual, or something.
I saw Lee as well this week, we went to dinner and watched a movie he got. He is really funny. REALLY FUNNY. But I know that he’s shy, and a little slow to get to know people as well. Dorothy says he thinks too much. I know what she means. He does.
I’m going to get a new kitty tomorrow. Helen down the street has extras, and I feel bad that Baby doesn’t have a brother or sister in the house to keep her amused. So she’ll have one now.
Site visits Mon and Tues (the bday..yippee!) and then SIX FLAGS!!!!!!!!!!!! on Weds. Happy birthday to me.
Not much has happened today….I had to shower at the parents house, because I’m afraid the tub will fall into my kitchen, and it felt like I’d moved back home.
Mama and I made a venture to Goodwill….goodtimes. She sure does crack me up. We’re two peas in a pod.
Now I’m making dinner (hamburger helper….I sure am a chef, huh?) and salad. Baby’s begun following me everwhere…so I’ve started making extra trips from the living room to the kitchen just to see her get skeptical about her extra following back and forth.
So I have a few questions for any superhero out there: where do you get your flashy costumes? Is there a superhero store that you can buy that shit off the racks?
Take spiderman for instance. They went thru this whole thing about him not having a flashy costume, and then…he does. Where did it come from? And let’s not even mention DareDevil, and his walkin closet room thing full of vinyl suits and weapons, etc.
More DareDevil goodness…if he sleeps in that water filled coffin, what would happen if he rolled over? That would really suck in that case.
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