Monthly Archives: September 2011

saying goodbye

Today is likely going to be my last day instead of tomorrow. I did my exit interview with HR Guy Monday and Boss took me to lunch yesterday – a lunch that turned into a 2 hour long bitch session … Continue reading

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going back

This time next week I’ll be in my second favorite city – Chicago. This has me feeling very excited…like I seriously cannot wait to board that plane. Every time I’ve started a new job I’ve been a little nervous, but … Continue reading

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just for fun

I did some major damage shopping this weekend.  In my defense I submit two things: 1) I came in WAY under budget on vacation and 2) I’m starting a new job next week and need new fall clothes.  That being … Continue reading

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hiking Mt. Christoffel

The thing is this – I am a girly girl who really wants to be good at outdoorsy things line camping, hiking, playing sports and getting dirty. Today I discovered that while I enjoy the outdoors, enjoy camping (even sleeping … Continue reading

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curacao in pictures

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waking up in Curacao

Good morning!

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going to the altar…without a wedding?

When I married Ex-Husband it took place at the courthouse in Tampa. I wore a pair of dark brown pants, a tan sweater and flats…the first two items purchased at Lane Bryant. The last – the flats – were comfortable … Continue reading

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coming together

Yesterday when I posted on Facebook that I’d be going to Chicago for my first trip I was exited to get two comments from blogger friends who live there or near there about meeting. I had never even thought of … Continue reading

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what’s random

my hair is soft, shiny, smells awesome (new flavor – yes, flavor – of Herbal Essences, yo) and looks fantastic today.    Coincidentally, I also look pretty damn cute.   I finally found the suitcase in which I’d packed my … Continue reading

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the guy

I had so much fun with The Guy last week that I actually started to think I could entertain him for a bit. I was hesitant and definitely didn’t feel the internal sparks I felt when I met Secret Crush … Continue reading

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the weekend killed me

Moving is the biggest ass pain in the world, but as I sit here in my new living room I feel so happy. I absolutely adore my new place. Sure, I liked my last place when I first moved in, … Continue reading

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it’s official…

I’ve accepted the position and given my two weeks notice!  Deuces, OUM!

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thoughts for the day

I got an email from my apartment complex asking for food bank donations.  I’m thrilled that I can give all my stuff away instead of moving it.  I always have stocked shelves and never look in the pantry for things … Continue reading

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random numbers

6 – the number of hours I slept last night 6 – the hour in which I woke up, which is infinitely better than the 4 I’d been waking up at for 3 straight weeks. 3 – the number of … Continue reading

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i could be dating a woman

I met him three years ago the night my girl dragged me to a club in midtown on a Wednesday night.  I was working at Starbucks part-time then and didn’t have a real job, so I could do things like … Continue reading

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answering questions

Based on the feedback I’m getting on twitter (KEYALUS), it seems my post about the night with Mr. D left questions unanswered.  I don’t know why I chose to write the post like that, really.  I never know how I’m … Continue reading

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it moved

Finally this morning I broke through the damn 13 pounds I’ve been stuck at for what seems like forever. Yay!

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seeing my love

Thinking I’d seen Mr. D on 285 that day a few weeks ago put him back into my head in full force. Ultimately, I broke down and texted him and he responded, of course. Since then we’ve been talking again … Continue reading

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conversations

“Does Pastor Mom ask about me?” he asked and I looked at him like he was crazy.   “Why would she?”   “I mean – does she know what happened with us?”   “Couldn’t tell you.  I don’t remember telling … Continue reading

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