Inane Ramblings of an Over Caffinated Mind
Monday, November 28, 2005
She's Not That Into SexSometimes I really wonder what the hell is wrong with men. During an IM conversation today, a good friend of mine (male), was telling he how “dangerously horny” he was. Since he’s been dating the same woman for quite a while, I thought maybe they had ended their relationship. Turns out…no…she’s not that into sex.
But it’s not what you would normally think of when someone says, “she’s not that into sex.” Apparently, she likes and enjoys sex…just not everyday, twice a day, nymphomaniac into sex. So he made some reference to visiting a “booty call” friend of his in another state that supposedly is a nymphomaniac. I suggested that maybe the more logical solution was to work on his girlfriend and maybe increase her interest to his level. According to him, either you have it or not, it cannot be taught. Interesting.
This of course leads to me inquiring if his girlfriend might have an issue with his visit and is their relationship over. The reply was a resolute NO. Why in the hell would give me the impression that there’s anything wrong with their relationship or that they would break up? Heck no, she was marriage material!
Seriously, what’s wrong with men?
Thanksgiving at the Inane household was the same ol’. I was planning on taking vacation for the entire week, but had to bust my ass Saturday through Tuesday to finish up some Sarbanes-Oxley related crap before I could take time off. Why is it when sleaze-bag, multi-millionaire assholes decide to rip off the masses for millions of dollars, I end up being the poor slob paying the piper? I can go on and on and on about the uselessness of the entire Sarbanes-Oxley legislation, but I like you people so I shall spare you the pain.
Invited my only sibling over – the rest of the family is overseas. The boyfriend exerted utmost effort in the preparation of the Annual Thanksgiving Feast via a trip to the local Boston Market to pick up turkey, mashed potatoes, corn and a $1.50 pumpkin pie. Normally, I would be quite skeptical of anything costing $1.50 and claiming to be “edible”, but it was actually pretty good.
The rest of the evening was spent playing poker. Although I am absolutely meticulous when it comes to my professional life, in all other aspects of my life, I am quite absentminded. After spending an evening with my brother playing poker, I’m beginning to realize the trait runs in the family. Luckily we were not playing for money.
I think the best part about Thanksgiving is decorating for Christmas. Prior to meeting the boyfriend, I was never into holiday decorations. Now, I love it and truly look forward to it. We bought our first wreath together – I don’t know why I think that’s so special, but it was nice to be in the store negotiating qualities of a wreath we could both live with. Whereas my wreath would be completely gaudy and just screaming Christmas at the top of its lungs, the boyfriend’s taste is more understated.
We have the most exquisite handmade Christmas ornaments all over the house and the tree, courtesy of the boyfriend’s grandmother. She makes them all year round.Now if it would only snow in Texas, then it would truly feel like Christmas.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend
What do we think about engagement rings? Overrated, archaic, outdated symbol of commitment? Or pretty, pretty, sparkly rock of love to be admired and envied by all who shall lay eyes on it?
The boyfriend and I engage in various odd topics prior to drifting off to dreamland. The other night we were discussing engagement rings. Not that we’re getting hitched or anything but somehow the topic came up. A close friend of mine has a two carat engagement ring that I absolutely ADORE. She also received another two carats (two one carat side stones) on her second wedding anniversary. The boyfriend just thought the entire concept of spending so much money on diamonds was ridiculous. I argue that it’s a symbol of love and anything less than one carat is just <shudder> unthinkable!
I do believe I am slowly morphing into someone I used to despise.
Job hunting – may I say it’s not exactly the world’s most pleasant pastime? For the last six months, the disgruntle factor with my work environment has been steadily climbing. Thoughts of just never walking back into the office again have crossed my mind NUMEROUS times along with thoughts of winning the lottery.
What is it that’s kept me going you ask? Well, it sure isn’t the money. Don’t get me wrong, they do compensate me to live in a lifestyle that is comfortable, but we all want more, don’t we? I suppose it’s my sense of loyalty – a sickness if you ask me. The project I’m currently involved in started in March and will not wrap up until early January 2006. At that point, I believe I can walk away with a sense of accomplishment and closure.
In pursuit of greener pastures, I’ve initiated the process of securing a new occupation. Don’t know if anyone has had the opportunity to visit Monster.com lately, but they do offer a rather nifty feature of a partially public resume. This allows employers to search your resume, but it keeps your contact information and current company private. Interested parties contact you through an anonymous redirect email. However, my paranoid nature leads me to constantly inquire, “Exactly how PRIVATE is this, really?”
Sufficed to say, there’s a certain sense of security and confidence that is derived from my employed status when dealing with potential new employers. I’ve had two telephone interviews this week but have not heard about the current status of either. Normally, I would be freaking out and stalking the recruiters. However, since I am drowning in work, I have no time to obsess over how many hours have elapsed since I’ve heard from these recruiters.
Hopefully someone will offer me an insane amount of money just to sit around and look pretty. Ah, a girl can dream, can’t she?
Not that this is a recent observation, but I am pretty certain that I am the biggest sap on earth. The other night, the boyfriend and I were bored out of our skulls and actually watching Country Music Television. It was a top 25 Video Countdown for Kenny Chesney. For those of you not into country music, you may know ol’ Kenny from his 5 second (soon to be annulled) marriage to Renee Zellwegger.
So, Kenny has these songs, "Who You'd Be Today" and "There Goes My Life" – and I was bawling like a baby. I’m a sucker for sad songs. Anything remotely sad actually gets the waterworks going. Does that make me an empathetic person or a pathetic person?