I went to bed at 3am and woke up at 8am. I was very tired when I went to sleep, but seems like every night for the past week I’ll wake up after sleeping for a minimal amount of hours, then I can’t go back to sleep. I toss and turn and think. It el suckos. And I’m tired.

Jason closed on his house on Thursday, and when I talked to him, he was (I think) drunk, and he was like, “Lee, yesterday I was in no debt. Today I’m $350,000 in debt. This doesn’t feel too good.” Shel’s having moments of panic, too, now that he’s $200,000 in debt. (but they both have beeeeautiful houses!)

I think I need to get Starbucks this morning because I have a very full day ahead of me, and running on five hours of sleep is going to be BAD.

Ok, so this is totally juvenile, but I can’t help it. I watched Private Practice on Wednesday and there was a completely gorgeous guy (Paul Adelstein) on the show. The clip below is of him from Prison Break, and I sent it to Kristen and was like, “OhmyGod look at this man!” And she said, “Oh yeah. I’d hit that. I’d totally hit that.” LOLOL.

Howdy doo little blog. Long time no write. I’ve been busy.

I’m afraid to even type this in here for fear of failure, but I figure if I make it sort of public record, I’ll have to follow through with it. Starting next week I am going to train to run a 5K. YIKES. I figure it’ll be good for me physically, good for me mentally and good for me emotionally. It’s an all-around good thing. Except it’s going to SUCK! I’m not in shape and I hate running… and I’m going to try to run a 5K? It’s quite possibly the dumbest idea I’ve ever had. So, after a nine-week training program which has me running three times a week, I’ll (maybe) be ready for the Jingle Bell Run on December 1. And I’m going to do a fun run on November 11 (11.11!) so I can experience running outside. I’m training at a gym.

As I was typing the above paragraph, I was steadily munching on a mini-Kit-Kat. A bit counterproductive.

So my parents, feeling guilty that they’ve neglected their sick daughter, have decided to come and spend a weekend with me, and they’ll actually be here the weekend of my birthday! I’m super excited because they haven’t been here in forever. I’m excited about my birthday weekend in general. I get my annual State Fair birthday party with my friends, I’m taking the day off of work, my parents will be in town – it’ll be great. Oh, my birthday is October 15 in case you want to get me a present! LOL.

I have a fun weekend ahead of me – yay! Hockey on Friday should be alright, then I’m going to the State game on Saturday and Saturday night I’m going out with the lovely K’s in my life – Kristen and Kate.

I think today is the first day I’m wearing pants all week. I’ve been going through a skirts and stilettos phase. Today I’m wearing pants and flats, and my feet are very appreciative!

I had a doctor’s appointment this morning, and unbeknownst to me, I had to have blood drawn. I have an irrational fear of needles (which has a lot to do with my irrational fear of the dentist) and when I learned that I was going to be pricked for the first time since high school, I freaked. They put me in an electric chair looking thing – standard for all patients – and I started to uncontrollably cry and shake. I didn’t cry hard, but tears they were a falling! Afterwards the lady who drew my blood said that I did a great job and I was like, “What, other than the shaking and crying?”

For those of you who know me outside of my blog, I’ve been unwell for a while – nothing I want to discuss on here – and the blood drawing was to rule out any alternative diagnoses and start me on the proper course of treatment. Fun, fun. Oh, and shaking is something I do when I’m upset. Again: fun, fun.

Congratulations to Sherbert Brannan on his beautiful new townhouse! Hardwood floors, dual oven, granite countertops, windows galore! I’m very happy for him! (truly, Shel, I’m happy for you)

Once again I’m listening to my favorite song…

I should write a book on what it’s like being a non-materialistic person with a Coach purse. But I guess if I was that non-materialistic, I wouldn’t have a Coach purse, now would I? But it’s very strange. Random women come up to me and offer compliments, and some even bolder people ask how much it cost. I’ve even had shrieking women ask me what season my bag is from (I have no idea, but I got it in May. So, spring?). And the thing is, how do they know it’s a Coach purse? It doesn’t say Coach anywhere (except really itty bitty on the silver) and it’s pretty trendless, which is why I got it. I dunno. I don’t get it, but it’s definitely amusing. The reason I’m bringing this up is because today, while in the waiting room at the doctor’s office, two women gave my purse compliments.

I need new headphones for my iPod. The outer rubber rim of the right speaker came off and it kinda hurts when it’s in my ear. Boo.

Okay, so Aaron’s not the only person who doesn’t remember talking on the phone last Friday night. I called (at least) three people and I have no recollection of speaking to them. But apparently I left happy messages, so it’s all good. Just slightly embarrassing.

I had an entertaining lunch break today. I went home and watched yesterday’s Oprah featuring Justin Timberlake. Love him. All these women were screaming and clapping in the audience, and seriously, if I was in Oprah’s audience when Justin Timberlake was the guest, I’d be screaming too! He’s so sexy. Again: love him. In addition to Mr. Timberlake gracing my screen, I also got to chat with Gregory for a bit. He seemed rushed, asked me to pass some messages along, and sent love my way.

Last night, somewhere on Cary Parkway between Outback and Kristen’s house, I started wheezing like crazy. And Kristen, being the concerned medical professional that she is, started laughing hysterically. And then I started to laugh, which made my asthma act up even more. I thought we were going to run off of the road. It was pretty retarded.

I’m taking Kate to the hockey game tomorrow night. I don’t have to work, and she’s never been, so we’re going to sit in the cheapie seats. I’ve never sat up there, but I’m kind of looking forward to it. For all the time I’ve spent in that arena, I’ve probably been on the third floor maybe a total of 10 minutes, most of which were running up the stairs to say hello to Shel who once had season tickets. It was sweet to have my then-boyfriend at all the home games. Although we were on bad terms at that point, I was happy to know he was in the building. He always wore a brown and white hat, and if I stood at section 220, I could see him.

Yesterday was my office fun day, and I think it was a success. We ordered pizza, spent the afternoon at Frankie’s Fun Park, then everyone ended up at Frankie’s bar, which was actually pretty nice! A picture of some folks is below. Oh, and I totally learned my lesson; rather than partake in the free alcohol at work, I downed some Shirley Temples. Yum. Maraschino cherries!

I’m having my first sort of frustration with this job. Some of my marketing assistants are giving me a hard time about AP Style, and I’m having a hard time putting my foot down. You have to understand that I have spent nearly my entire life trying to never upset/hurt anyone. I have never, ever, under any circumstances, wanted to upset another person. And I don’t think it’s a coincidence that the two most difficult events of my life required me knowingly hurting someone else. So for me to even tell a marketing assistant that I’m denying their collateral is painful for me because they take it personally. And then, on top of it, I feel like the Grammar Nazi, and to a certain extent I am because I have to be. I need to be like, “This is the way it is, bitches! Commas don’t go there!” But no, I turn all wimpy and apologetic, and thus appear spineless and lose my authority. Still kinda can’t believe I manage people.

Some CBRE folks

I’m watching the Emmy’s and a huge pile of clothing is laying on my bed. Today was the first hockey game and I couldn’t find my vest, and I literally tore my closet apart. Now I’m feeling too tired/lazy to put it all back.

Friday was a mandatory wine tasting event at the RBC Center and I, along with several other people, got completely smashed. I had to get a ride home! They gave us NO food and dozens of wine samples, and things got a bit crazy. Eric told me a story about a fat, ugly chick who hurt his eyes; Jamie and I had deep conversations; every wine rep was somehow embarassed, and they threatened to cut my table off from alcohol. It was a fun little bonding experience. I called Aaron to make sure he got home okay, and rather than talk to me, he sang… and he doesn’t remember doing it! And he woke up the next morning still wearing his clothes! And poor Blonde Allie puked all night. Pictures are below.

Today was the first game of the season, and it was my second training session as a server. I got a positive review from my trainer, and it was good to get to know her better. We only had two suites with food, and she made $250 in tips. Geeze! I still feel weird about being there, but I’m sure things will get easier when people stop asking me questions about him.

And for the rest of my weekend wrap-up! Yesterday was so, so nice. I spent the afternoon watching college football with Shel, Allan, Justin, Tiffany, Kristen and Abby. Then Kristen and I made dinner and talked. Well, she talked and I cried. I’m really thankful to have a friend who will tell me the truth, even when it’s hard to hear, and one who supports me endlessly. And she let me try on her Snow White Halloween costume! I’ll post a picture of that below, too.

Oh, for those of you who don’t know me well, I always, always have my camera with me. It’s tiny and pink and fits perfectly in my purse. I love to have pictures of my friends; pictures are definitely my most treasured posessions.

I’m happy to report that I’m tied for first place in college pick-em! Woo!

Snow White (me!)

So, my asthma is acting up in a pretty weird manner. It’s never been like this. I’m totally a chatty cathy, and I find that sometimes when I talk, I literally can’t catch my breath. Maybe I should go back to the doctor and get it checked out. Last time I was there I thought I had a sinus headache, but turns out I had a migraine. Yuk. But anyway, they made me take a breathing test, and I had to stick a tube in my mouth while two male nurses were yelling, “blow, blow, blow, blow, blow!” It was awkward! LOL. They told me I had ‘superstar’ lungs, but they’re not feeling so super right now.


On Monday I had alcohol class at the RBC Center. No, they didn’t teach me how to drink more (although some of you would like that, I’m sure); they taught me how to see if an ID was fake. It was illuminating, truly. (sarcasm) At least the teacher was fun. He did a lot of role-playing (get your minds out of the gutter) and I was selected for a particular scene. I had to pretend to serve beer to a drunk patron. Well, the patron initially presented himself as sober, but when walking away he was suddenly trashed, and I had to call security. It was hugely embarrassing, but still enjoyable. I got a box of crayons for my mad acting skillz.

Employee kick-off was last night and it was different. Oodles of new people. There are so many new people, in fact, that there aren’t enough seasoned servers to train everyone. As such, I get out of a training day because I technically had one in July. Score! I had mixed emotions going into the kick-off, and I left with mixed-emotions. It was so nice to see everyone, and every chance he got, my buddy Aaron promised me that we’re going to have fun this year. Tonight’s the fridge stock. They’re providing pizza and soda, and we’re providing the manpower. Boo. I hate the fridge stock. I’ve hated it for the past two years, and this year was not mandatory, but somehow I got suckered into going…

Oh! And I’m continually amused that every time I go into the arena when not working, people touch my hair. I think they’re shocked that I have any because it’s usually wrapped in a bun.

Although the Mountaineers won by more than 25 points, we still fell in the rankings by a spot. WTF? It’s weird all of this attention being paid to us. I’ve been a fan of the Eers – geeze – since I was 17, and it’s still odd that we’re as good as we are. I still view us as the underdogs and expect us to lose against whichever team we play. I sorta hold my breath everytime the quarterback passes, and I expect each run to end with a fumble. But that’s not what happens. Passes are made and rushes are turned into touchdowns. It’s really great, but weird. Definitely weird.

Oh, Mazzy the Mazda looks totally cute when sporting WVU car flags. Yes, that’s my car’s name: Mazzy the Mazda. Still don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl.