you're not the boss of me!
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Wooe Me
My friend Dave reminded me of a date I had recently. I went on a date with this kid and overall had a really good time. We got along really well, had a lot in common and it was just a fun day. BUT I am not yet ready to call mr.date my mr.husband cause well, he totally lost some points.
I think it's important to remember when you are on Date #1 - Date #5 that it is only Date #1 - Date #5. We have absolutely no ties to each other. I could leave in the middle of the date and hey thats allowed. I could go on Date #1 - Date #5 with someone else and you really couldn't say a thing. That's the whole fun and point of dating.
That is why I think it is important to put your best foot forward, to be as nice and polite as you can. I mean we all know that kind of goes downhill once you pass the honeymoon stage. That's why this is the time to do it. You need to woooe me buddy!
I mean I've learned my lesson too. I try to dress up, I try to plan fun stuff, I try to look cute, and I offer to pay. I have learned to refrain from making fun of my dates or being my overly sarcastic self right off the bat - cause well I don't think it's all that appealing.
So anyways, here are some traits that pretty much made Mr.date lose some killer points:
1) Yawning. I know you are jet-lagged and tired, but as much as you tell me it's not me, I still think it's me. It's pretty much the most annoying thing when I start to tell you a story or something about anything and you start yawning.
2) Talking on the phone. You may use saturday's to call your family, etc. but you should really do this BEFORE I get to your apartment. Do you really expect me to sit there for 25 minutes while you talk to your sister and brother-in-law? Cause that's what I did.
3) Talking on the phone. I know I mentioned this before, and I know the football game is close, but do we really have to call your Five while we are out?
4) Talking on the phone. (Last time I promise) Maybe you should try to make your plans for dinner that night after I leave. I mean I am pretty sure your 'friend' isn't your 2nd date but still, there is only so much tv I can watch.
Don't get me wrong, I still think mr.date is really fun and cool. I guess if I don't tell someone about his annoying-ness then he's just going to have to deal with it and well, we're still working on Date #3.
I think it's important to remember when you are on Date #1 - Date #5 that it is only Date #1 - Date #5. We have absolutely no ties to each other. I could leave in the middle of the date and hey thats allowed. I could go on Date #1 - Date #5 with someone else and you really couldn't say a thing. That's the whole fun and point of dating.
That is why I think it is important to put your best foot forward, to be as nice and polite as you can. I mean we all know that kind of goes downhill once you pass the honeymoon stage. That's why this is the time to do it. You need to woooe me buddy!
I mean I've learned my lesson too. I try to dress up, I try to plan fun stuff, I try to look cute, and I offer to pay. I have learned to refrain from making fun of my dates or being my overly sarcastic self right off the bat - cause well I don't think it's all that appealing.
So anyways, here are some traits that pretty much made Mr.date lose some killer points:
1) Yawning. I know you are jet-lagged and tired, but as much as you tell me it's not me, I still think it's me. It's pretty much the most annoying thing when I start to tell you a story or something about anything and you start yawning.
2) Talking on the phone. You may use saturday's to call your family, etc. but you should really do this BEFORE I get to your apartment. Do you really expect me to sit there for 25 minutes while you talk to your sister and brother-in-law? Cause that's what I did.
3) Talking on the phone. I know I mentioned this before, and I know the football game is close, but do we really have to call your Five while we are out?
4) Talking on the phone. (Last time I promise) Maybe you should try to make your plans for dinner that night after I leave. I mean I am pretty sure your 'friend' isn't your 2nd date but still, there is only so much tv I can watch.
Don't get me wrong, I still think mr.date is really fun and cool. I guess if I don't tell someone about his annoying-ness then he's just going to have to deal with it and well, we're still working on Date #3.
Don't be a baby
I think it is pretty clear to me at this point that I attract some weirdos. Most of the time I enjoy my dating life b/c it allows me to share it with you all. What is the point of having a bad date if we all can't laugh with me?
Apart from being a good date/bad date, there is also the time in-between that is kind of important. Will he call me? When is the next time we are going to talk? Does he like me? Blah blah.
I guess the thing with me is that I HATE the phone. No seriously, I hate it. I esp hate talking to BOYS on the phone. Cell phones are tricky in that sometimes you don't have good reception, sometimes the person on the other end is a mumbler, batteries might die, etc. Do you remember text message boy? Well I guess he kind went around the phone issue by constantly text messaging. It's cool - I have unlimited text's so I can handle it.
I guess the real problem is though that text message boy doesn't stop. If you are not my boyfriend (and even if you are) I don't want to talk to you every day. I don't think its necessary and pretty much I find it annoying.
So he has now become IM-er. Throughout the day at work he wants to chat here and there. I don't really like talking to my friends on this thing, why does he think I want to talk to him?! And today - since I didn't say hello, since I wasn't very receptive, he actually complained (ok not to me but my friend). AH!
I find all the babies. Be a man - who cares. Don't talk to me!!! Don't you know, the chase is part of the fun? Don't you know - I may be in a bad mood today? Don't you know - I don't want to talk to you every day? I talk to my own brother about once every 2-3 WEEKS. Why do I want to talk to you everyday?
Sigh. Boys got problems.
Apart from being a good date/bad date, there is also the time in-between that is kind of important. Will he call me? When is the next time we are going to talk? Does he like me? Blah blah.
I guess the thing with me is that I HATE the phone. No seriously, I hate it. I esp hate talking to BOYS on the phone. Cell phones are tricky in that sometimes you don't have good reception, sometimes the person on the other end is a mumbler, batteries might die, etc. Do you remember text message boy? Well I guess he kind went around the phone issue by constantly text messaging. It's cool - I have unlimited text's so I can handle it.
I guess the real problem is though that text message boy doesn't stop. If you are not my boyfriend (and even if you are) I don't want to talk to you every day. I don't think its necessary and pretty much I find it annoying.
So he has now become IM-er. Throughout the day at work he wants to chat here and there. I don't really like talking to my friends on this thing, why does he think I want to talk to him?! And today - since I didn't say hello, since I wasn't very receptive, he actually complained (ok not to me but my friend). AH!
I find all the babies. Be a man - who cares. Don't talk to me!!! Don't you know, the chase is part of the fun? Don't you know - I may be in a bad mood today? Don't you know - I don't want to talk to you every day? I talk to my own brother about once every 2-3 WEEKS. Why do I want to talk to you everyday?
Sigh. Boys got problems.
speed dizzle
so recently i went speed dating. i wasn't really expecting much from this experience but well to write about it and laugh about it of course. i think the concept of speed dating is great - meet a lot of people in a short amount of time - no strings attached.
i dragged my friend P along with me to this event. we almost wanted to bail at the last minute but the $64 i paid to initially sign up weighed heavily on our heads. I have to admit I was surprised at the amount of people that were there. Also, since this was a strictly a dating event, most people were very friendly. We had a bunch of people come up to us, strike up conversation, etc. I was also pretty surprised to find out that some of these guys had actually flown or driven through states to be there. Uh we live in the tri-state area and weren't all that anxious to go.
Some guys that came up actually made good conversation. This, however, was probably offset by some other factors. Guy1 was nice but after 5 min moved on to the next pack of chicks (playaaa or trying to be extremely efficient), Guy2 could not hold a conversation if his life depended on it (and made us suffer for a painful 15 minutes!!!), Guy3 was really cool but about 150 lbs heavier and 2 feet taller than me, Guy4 was nice but stood way too close to me.
The event was a cash bar, which, I think was a smart idea. I can't imagine being drunk and talking to me is really the best way to impress me (I stuck with coke all night). I was however kind of disappointed in the lack of food. There were appetizers but dinner wasn't officially served until 9:15. I was starving by that time. I think my last conversation consisted of only talking about how hungry I was. Whoops.
Overall, although I may have met about 20 different guys, I didn't really find the right one for me. I do believe that you can tell within a few minutes if you would like to hang out with someone else. I guess what I wasn't expecting was how quickly 3 minutes would go. 9 times out of 10 I was in the middle of a conversation when that bell rang. Then of course Guy2 (who couldn't hold a conversation) was again back at my table and since I already knew everything there was to know about him (he was a doctor and didn't know how to socialize) I was hoping 3 minutes would be 3 seconds.
I totally would recommend this to anyone that is thinking of doing it. Here are some Kripsie tips to help make it successful:
1) eat beforehand
2) don't get drunk watching football beforehand (uh yea that was me) - it only makes you tired
3) have some soft of method for you to write down if GuyX is a stud or not (without him seeing)
4) don't go to an indian speed dating event (i am so over these boys!)
i dragged my friend P along with me to this event. we almost wanted to bail at the last minute but the $64 i paid to initially sign up weighed heavily on our heads. I have to admit I was surprised at the amount of people that were there. Also, since this was a strictly a dating event, most people were very friendly. We had a bunch of people come up to us, strike up conversation, etc. I was also pretty surprised to find out that some of these guys had actually flown or driven through states to be there. Uh we live in the tri-state area and weren't all that anxious to go.
Some guys that came up actually made good conversation. This, however, was probably offset by some other factors. Guy1 was nice but after 5 min moved on to the next pack of chicks (playaaa or trying to be extremely efficient), Guy2 could not hold a conversation if his life depended on it (and made us suffer for a painful 15 minutes!!!), Guy3 was really cool but about 150 lbs heavier and 2 feet taller than me, Guy4 was nice but stood way too close to me.
The event was a cash bar, which, I think was a smart idea. I can't imagine being drunk and talking to me is really the best way to impress me (I stuck with coke all night). I was however kind of disappointed in the lack of food. There were appetizers but dinner wasn't officially served until 9:15. I was starving by that time. I think my last conversation consisted of only talking about how hungry I was. Whoops.
Overall, although I may have met about 20 different guys, I didn't really find the right one for me. I do believe that you can tell within a few minutes if you would like to hang out with someone else. I guess what I wasn't expecting was how quickly 3 minutes would go. 9 times out of 10 I was in the middle of a conversation when that bell rang. Then of course Guy2 (who couldn't hold a conversation) was again back at my table and since I already knew everything there was to know about him (he was a doctor and didn't know how to socialize) I was hoping 3 minutes would be 3 seconds.
I totally would recommend this to anyone that is thinking of doing it. Here are some Kripsie tips to help make it successful:
1) eat beforehand
2) don't get drunk watching football beforehand (uh yea that was me) - it only makes you tired
3) have some soft of method for you to write down if GuyX is a stud or not (without him seeing)
4) don't go to an indian speed dating event (i am so over these boys!)
Thursday, November 02, 2006
The Rules
So there is this old rule when it comes to dating - regarding paying. Most girls will tell you that boys have to pay. I think on the first date at least, it is really nice of the boy to pay. Since we are in 2006, however, I kind of wonder of what the new Rule for this is.
Most of my (girl) friends are pretty powerful women. We went to an engineering school, we are usually the only female at work, and we are pretty tough. So, sometimes I think it's hard to take chivalry. Granted I don't really mind when a boy offers to pay or hold the door for me. Most of the time it's nice. But, when can I start paying? What's wrong if I want to pay?
I recently went on a date where I offered to pay for drinks. I was ready to hand over the bartender money before my date took the lead and took care of it. The bartender looked at me and said "Girls shouldn't pay!". I was a little shocked at this. If he pays for the cab, the dinner, why can't I be the one to pay for drinks?
To be honest, sometimes I feel like if a guy pays for everything it's like I am more obligated to do things in return - which I don't ever. Also, I'm a grown woman at this point. I make money, you don't need to always spend yours. Yes it's so great that you are willing to pay, but I guess all I'm saying is that it isn't always necessary.
Most of my (girl) friends are pretty powerful women. We went to an engineering school, we are usually the only female at work, and we are pretty tough. So, sometimes I think it's hard to take chivalry. Granted I don't really mind when a boy offers to pay or hold the door for me. Most of the time it's nice. But, when can I start paying? What's wrong if I want to pay?
I recently went on a date where I offered to pay for drinks. I was ready to hand over the bartender money before my date took the lead and took care of it. The bartender looked at me and said "Girls shouldn't pay!". I was a little shocked at this. If he pays for the cab, the dinner, why can't I be the one to pay for drinks?
To be honest, sometimes I feel like if a guy pays for everything it's like I am more obligated to do things in return - which I don't ever. Also, I'm a grown woman at this point. I make money, you don't need to always spend yours. Yes it's so great that you are willing to pay, but I guess all I'm saying is that it isn't always necessary.
Friday, October 27, 2006
Crutch You!
I am having a miserable time with these crutches. I'm in more pain because of them and just plain uncomfortable. Apparently the world doesn't know how to behave if someone has been injured. Here are some tips to help you help me.
- No need to stare. I'm using crutches + my ankle is wrapped up = probably a sprain/fracture. It doesn't mean that I have had crazy surgery or had my boobs done or have this disease you will catch. You really don't need to look at me like I have 3 heads.
- I have the right of way. I am in pain and you are actually going to make me wait until you can pass me? How about doing that "one good deed a day" and let me walk before you. It won't take but a second...I'm pretty fast on these things!
- Always hold the door open for me. Although I may say "I got it" I don't. It's pretty annoying to have to open a door when you have sticks for hands. And do you really want to be that jerk who watches while I struggle to open the door?
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Text is the new Phone
I don't know how it happened but it seems that text messaging has become the new phone call.
I am a big fan of text messaging. It is great for saying Happy Birthday, hey where are you, yo I'll call you later, call me please, etc. However, it is not how I want to be asked out.
Recently, I met a boy! This guy happened to get my phone number from one of my friends (who of course told me he was going to call). Well he never did call! Instead he text messaged. "Hey - it's Fred, I got your number from Wilma". This conversation then continued for a while as we made plans to meet up later that night. Why couldn't this boy have just picked up the phone and said hello beautiful let's go out (ok that's lame but you get it).
Since our meeting, he has text messaged me some more. I then decided to write him a lil ol' email to say wassup. This of course was returned with a text message! Ah! He's addicted.
We are trying to make plans to meet again...he says he will call, but I'm sure that's just code for text message.
I am a big fan of text messaging. It is great for saying Happy Birthday, hey where are you, yo I'll call you later, call me please, etc. However, it is not how I want to be asked out.
Recently, I met a boy! This guy happened to get my phone number from one of my friends (who of course told me he was going to call). Well he never did call! Instead he text messaged. "Hey - it's Fred, I got your number from Wilma". This conversation then continued for a while as we made plans to meet up later that night. Why couldn't this boy have just picked up the phone and said hello beautiful let's go out (ok that's lame but you get it).
Since our meeting, he has text messaged me some more. I then decided to write him a lil ol' email to say wassup. This of course was returned with a text message! Ah! He's addicted.
We are trying to make plans to meet again...he says he will call, but I'm sure that's just code for text message.
apartments
Although I love living at home, most days I find that it's probably time to leave. My parents are the greatest thing since sliced bread, but, well, I'm tired of being 16 and actually ready to get all my responsibilities back. So I've started to look for an apartment.
When I think of location I always go back to Hoboken, where I have lived for years. I like the city feel mixed with Jersey folk. I could do NYC but I love and need my car too much. Hoboken isn't always the best place to live alone; it's expensive, you can't go out by yourself, and it's expensive.
I decided to check out craigslist and find me a roommate to go with an apartment. I think I looked at about 5-6 apartments before deciding on one. Here are some things I have learned:
When I think of location I always go back to Hoboken, where I have lived for years. I like the city feel mixed with Jersey folk. I could do NYC but I love and need my car too much. Hoboken isn't always the best place to live alone; it's expensive, you can't go out by yourself, and it's expensive.
I decided to check out craigslist and find me a roommate to go with an apartment. I think I looked at about 5-6 apartments before deciding on one. Here are some things I have learned:
- when you write all these randoms an email, try to incorporate something about the apartment (like address) in the email. this way, when they respond, you can actually remember which apartment they are talking about
- no apartment is ever perfect. it's important to know what you want and what you don't want to compromise for
- try to give them some information on you. although it may sound some what generic, at least they know something about you
- follow you instinct. usually when you meet people you can know within the first 5 minutes whether you will be friends, if you like them, etc. although the apartment may be fabulous, do you really want to live with an anal, cat loving, clean-freak?
- negotiate rent. if they are new to this subleting, renting thing, then they may not realize this is always negotiable, esp if the rooms are different sizes.
Inconvenient truth
About 3 weeks ago I allegedly 'sprained' my ankle. I say alleged because according to my dr.venkat friend, a sprain is just another way of saying "i dunno, you have a hurt ligament or something".
If you have never had a sprain before (like me) I don't suggest you run out and get one. It is pretty much the worst thing since brussel sprouts!
Usually when you hurt your ankle, you need to follow the "RICE" method. That's Rest Ice Compression Elevate. I was fine with IC but in the real world it's pretty much impossible for Rest and Elevation unless you are at home on bed rest. I am a working girl (not that kind) and I need to be up and about! I guess there is a difference between normal people and me however, because my idea of Rest was nothing that anyone agreed with (i've been out twice in NYC and even went dancing).
When I finally succumbed to get x-rays this doctor gave me a wrap, an aircast, as well as crutches. Crutches?!! I highly don't think this is necessary but apparently I need to give my ankle some real REST. Too bad these crutches didn't last very long.
I am not sure who ever invented these horrendous things, but let me tell you, they suck! It's more painful for me to walk around with them than it is to walk on my ankle. To make matters worse, crutches make you completely incompetent. I can't get a glass of water, open doors, carry my purse, or do ANYTHING without a sidekick. And let's just say that although I am back in the dating world, I do not yet have a life-partner I can dump this responsibility on.
So here I am...almost 3 weeks later and my ankle is still a little swollen and is even starting to hurt again. I haven't really been able to wear heels, I have this annoying cast, and stairs are my constant nightmare. Since I only gave my crutches a full 4 days of a chance, it seems that I need to return to this doom.
I've been defeated.
If you have never had a sprain before (like me) I don't suggest you run out and get one. It is pretty much the worst thing since brussel sprouts!
Usually when you hurt your ankle, you need to follow the "RICE" method. That's Rest Ice Compression Elevate. I was fine with IC but in the real world it's pretty much impossible for Rest and Elevation unless you are at home on bed rest. I am a working girl (not that kind) and I need to be up and about! I guess there is a difference between normal people and me however, because my idea of Rest was nothing that anyone agreed with (i've been out twice in NYC and even went dancing).
When I finally succumbed to get x-rays this doctor gave me a wrap, an aircast, as well as crutches. Crutches?!! I highly don't think this is necessary but apparently I need to give my ankle some real REST. Too bad these crutches didn't last very long.
I am not sure who ever invented these horrendous things, but let me tell you, they suck! It's more painful for me to walk around with them than it is to walk on my ankle. To make matters worse, crutches make you completely incompetent. I can't get a glass of water, open doors, carry my purse, or do ANYTHING without a sidekick. And let's just say that although I am back in the dating world, I do not yet have a life-partner I can dump this responsibility on.
So here I am...almost 3 weeks later and my ankle is still a little swollen and is even starting to hurt again. I haven't really been able to wear heels, I have this annoying cast, and stairs are my constant nightmare. Since I only gave my crutches a full 4 days of a chance, it seems that I need to return to this doom.
I've been defeated.
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Dating again
It's been a while since I have really mentioned my dating situation. Heck, what dating situation? Maybe that's why.
Let's face it, I'm no energizer kripsie. There comes a point at some time where I have to say ok enough. Enough effort, enough bad dates, enough complaining. I took a vacation, went to the gym, slept a lot, watched some pretty good tv, looked at some condos, and hung out with my parents. I mean maybe it wasn't the best way to spend my summer vacation, but whatevs, it happened. I met absolutely no one, went on zero dates, and pretty much kept to myself.
So now, people are asking if I'm seeing anyone (no), if I'm 'dating' (nope), if I met anyone (not yet) and well it's starting to get annoying again. Annoying enough that I've actually decided to do something about it. I'm back out there. I'm coming back with a vengeance but only cause I've learned a couple of things:
1) You have to listen to 'fate'. There is this thing out there, and if you listen to it, sometimes it just helps. If something is going to happen, those stars will align and you will meet and it will be fun and it'll be great. Sometimes, fate steps in (and here is where you must listen) and prevent everything from happening.
3) You can meet people anywhere. I have truly met boys in a variety of situations. Temple camp (that was my fav!), Stevens, 46 Grand, Phila, Friendster, bbqs. So, although going out is fun and all, it's not the only location for me (or you) to meet someone. I have come to realize I need to get more interests, maybe more friends? I've also decided to volunteer. Maybe I can meet a fun do-gooder while improving my karma. Score.
Wish me luck!
Let's face it, I'm no energizer kripsie. There comes a point at some time where I have to say ok enough. Enough effort, enough bad dates, enough complaining. I took a vacation, went to the gym, slept a lot, watched some pretty good tv, looked at some condos, and hung out with my parents. I mean maybe it wasn't the best way to spend my summer vacation, but whatevs, it happened. I met absolutely no one, went on zero dates, and pretty much kept to myself.
So now, people are asking if I'm seeing anyone (no), if I'm 'dating' (nope), if I met anyone (not yet) and well it's starting to get annoying again. Annoying enough that I've actually decided to do something about it. I'm back out there. I'm coming back with a vengeance but only cause I've learned a couple of things:
1) You have to listen to 'fate'. There is this thing out there, and if you listen to it, sometimes it just helps. If something is going to happen, those stars will align and you will meet and it will be fun and it'll be great. Sometimes, fate steps in (and here is where you must listen) and prevent everything from happening.
For example: Say you like this boy and this boy just happened to live in Baltimore. Hey, great you might be there for work! We should meet up! You get all excited, prepare your speech, let the boy know this might be going down. Then work calls, "Sorry trip to Baltimore is canceled." Dang, ok next time. Then you plan to meet up sometime later. Yes! Get the speech back out, let's practice. Then boy calls, "Sorry I just got promoted at work, can't make it after all" Uhh sersious? Dang. When this unfortunate pattern continues, it's probably fate preventing a bad situation. It's not the right time! Back off.2) I look dang young. So young that most boys my age (um I'm old) or older don't look my way. This explains the great mystery of '05 where every single boy that liked me was 23. They think I'm 21!! It's so sweet, but unfortunately NOT TRUE. The thing is, I don't want to be 21. I was dumb at 21 and would make out with ya if you wanted (ok joke). I'm in my later 20's now. I have goals, I have a career, heck I have a bank account. People that are 21-24 are usually vastly different from people 25-30. It's true baby. So what do I do? I guess blog about it until the entire world finds out I am really 26.
3) You can meet people anywhere. I have truly met boys in a variety of situations. Temple camp (that was my fav!), Stevens, 46 Grand, Phila, Friendster, bbqs. So, although going out is fun and all, it's not the only location for me (or you) to meet someone. I have come to realize I need to get more interests, maybe more friends? I've also decided to volunteer. Maybe I can meet a fun do-gooder while improving my karma. Score.
Wish me luck!
Pet Peeve
I love my digital camera. For most of my friends that know me, I am very reliable for bringing my camera on most outings. I like to capture the moment, take action shots, and have memories of everything. I'm sure you have tons of albums in your snapfish account from me or get annoyed at the ridiculous number of times I tell you to look over here at the camera.
What I am also known for though, is my quick turn-around time for posting my pictures. What is the point of taking pictures of a group event if I don't share it? What is the reason for me telling you, "yes I'll send these to you" if I never do? There is none!
So I have come to realize this is one of my biggest pet peeves. Those people that take all the photos but never send it out! I don't like you! Now there are different instances of this so let me be absolutely clear so everyone out there knows my expectations:
If we take 1-5 photos of something minor, although I may still want to see them, I don't really expect them from you. If I really wanted them I would send you an appropriate text message, email, phone call to ask you to send them my way. I have no problem hassling you if I am in need of the photo (ahem Grishma!). But if YOU come to a Bachelorette party with about 15 other girls and you are the ONLY ONE with a camera and PROMISE to send out these photos, and DON'T??? Well you are a big stinker.
In Kripsie land, I would have those suckers downloaded and uploaded within 24-48 hrs. I understand not everyone has a job that doesn't give them enough work; got it. So, for the rest of the human race, I will give you one week (including a weekend). 2 weeks, I'm a little anxious, but ok, let's see after the weekend. But anything after that, you officially should have your camera stolen.
What I am also known for though, is my quick turn-around time for posting my pictures. What is the point of taking pictures of a group event if I don't share it? What is the reason for me telling you, "yes I'll send these to you" if I never do? There is none!
So I have come to realize this is one of my biggest pet peeves. Those people that take all the photos but never send it out! I don't like you! Now there are different instances of this so let me be absolutely clear so everyone out there knows my expectations:
If we take 1-5 photos of something minor, although I may still want to see them, I don't really expect them from you. If I really wanted them I would send you an appropriate text message, email, phone call to ask you to send them my way. I have no problem hassling you if I am in need of the photo (ahem Grishma!). But if YOU come to a Bachelorette party with about 15 other girls and you are the ONLY ONE with a camera and PROMISE to send out these photos, and DON'T??? Well you are a big stinker.
In Kripsie land, I would have those suckers downloaded and uploaded within 24-48 hrs. I understand not everyone has a job that doesn't give them enough work; got it. So, for the rest of the human race, I will give you one week (including a weekend). 2 weeks, I'm a little anxious, but ok, let's see after the weekend. But anything after that, you officially should have your camera stolen.
Sup
Hi peeps
I'm back - I hope. I haven't been blogging I know. But the thing is, nothing super exciting has really happened. I'm not gonna write to you if I know you are going to be bored. I come to entertain. I hope you understand.
I'm actually pretty sure most of you didn't miss me, cause I'm sure not that many people read my rambling. But, in honesty, that's ok. I don't think I could tell you about the debacle that is my job and the misery that is my love life if I feared that everyone in the world was reading this.
So, let's get on with the news, there's stuff to be told.
I'm back - I hope. I haven't been blogging I know. But the thing is, nothing super exciting has really happened. I'm not gonna write to you if I know you are going to be bored. I come to entertain. I hope you understand.
I'm actually pretty sure most of you didn't miss me, cause I'm sure not that many people read my rambling. But, in honesty, that's ok. I don't think I could tell you about the debacle that is my job and the misery that is my love life if I feared that everyone in the world was reading this.
So, let's get on with the news, there's stuff to be told.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
self diagnosis
Recently I have diagnosed myself with Dermotagrophia. For years now I have had this skin issue where every time I scratch, my skin becomes raised and it almost looks like I have hives. Gross. It's not the worst condition to have but it can get quite irritating. People sometimes look at me like I'm crazy when I have these huge scratch marks along my arms.
This condition also gets worse with the heat. I am also easily susceptible to heat rashes. Sometimes if it is too hot my clothes will irritate my skin and I will get itchy and blotchy all over. Double gross.
But here we go - I have a name for this 'problem' of mine: Dermotagrophia. Apparently Dermotagrophia is a condition in which lightly scratching your skin causes raised, red lines where you've scratched. In dermatographia, the skin cells are overly sensitive to minor injury, such as scratching.
Apparently there is no real cure for this and it only affects 5% of the population. See, I'm special :)
This condition also gets worse with the heat. I am also easily susceptible to heat rashes. Sometimes if it is too hot my clothes will irritate my skin and I will get itchy and blotchy all over. Double gross.
But here we go - I have a name for this 'problem' of mine: Dermotagrophia. Apparently Dermotagrophia is a condition in which lightly scratching your skin causes raised, red lines where you've scratched. In dermatographia, the skin cells are overly sensitive to minor injury, such as scratching.
Apparently there is no real cure for this and it only affects 5% of the population. See, I'm special :)
All things Google
I'm a sucker for Google. For no reason I love all things Google. I don't think their products are really revolutionary - I mean other companies have been offering the same services for years now. But when Google's name is on it - I am immediately drawn to it.
One thing that I think Google does provide is simplicity. You want to blog? Join blogger. You want email, join Gmail. It's a unified theme so visually its very appealing. There isn't too much clutter so things seem a lot simpler and a lot easier to use.
Recently I decided to join Gmail. I had a great personal email that I have been using since I graduated from college but all of a sudden one day I had a change of heart. So welcome to Gmail. It really isn't that wonderful of an email system. It has some cool features that I haven't seen, but overall its not really everything that I want. But, for some reason, this new shiny toy that they have is exactly what I need to have. So I have given up a couple of hours of my life this week to learn all about Gmail and it's cool functionalities and write people new emails so that I can get new emails in my new email account.
Sucker I tell you.
One thing that I think Google does provide is simplicity. You want to blog? Join blogger. You want email, join Gmail. It's a unified theme so visually its very appealing. There isn't too much clutter so things seem a lot simpler and a lot easier to use.
Recently I decided to join Gmail. I had a great personal email that I have been using since I graduated from college but all of a sudden one day I had a change of heart. So welcome to Gmail. It really isn't that wonderful of an email system. It has some cool features that I haven't seen, but overall its not really everything that I want. But, for some reason, this new shiny toy that they have is exactly what I need to have. So I have given up a couple of hours of my life this week to learn all about Gmail and it's cool functionalities and write people new emails so that I can get new emails in my new email account.
Sucker I tell you.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
I made it
I am back in Philadelphia this week for work. Yes the same work I cursed out two weeks ago. I don't hate my job so much this week although I was muttering wishes of a new life as I woke up at 5 am.
I can even handle Manager this week! We don't have to drive anywhere and because I can sleep and have some space from him, well we may even become friends (right, who am I kidding?). What is also different this week is that we are also working with a Partner with my firm. This Partner actually recruited me for this project so I sort of want to make a good impression (only for greedy promotional purposes).
While at the office today, of course, Manager was being his usual kiss-ass and schmoozing away with Partner. Since I was actually pretty involved in my work I soon realized that my bladder was about to burst. Since this the office we are in is Partners turf, I asked him if he knew where the restroom was.
Does this mean I have made it in the corporate world? Did I get my promotion? I mean a Partner walking you to the bathroom has to mean something, right?
I can even handle Manager this week! We don't have to drive anywhere and because I can sleep and have some space from him, well we may even become friends (right, who am I kidding?). What is also different this week is that we are also working with a Partner with my firm. This Partner actually recruited me for this project so I sort of want to make a good impression (only for greedy promotional purposes).
While at the office today, of course, Manager was being his usual kiss-ass and schmoozing away with Partner. Since I was actually pretty involved in my work I soon realized that my bladder was about to burst. Since this the office we are in is Partners turf, I asked him if he knew where the restroom was.
"Sure let me show you Kripsie"He then proceeded to walk me all the way to the bathroom. Umm well thank you sir. I do understand directions but I appreciate the gesture. Do you want to come into the bathroom with me? No? Ok then please go away.
Does this mean I have made it in the corporate world? Did I get my promotion? I mean a Partner walking you to the bathroom has to mean something, right?
Friday, July 07, 2006
where is kripsie
Hello bloggers. It seems that we have not talked in a while. It's not that I have been not thinking or do not have any new stories for you. I think I have been both lazy and busy. Hopefully I can get some stories together today to entertain you with.
l8rs
l8rs
Friday, June 30, 2006
Not a fan...
I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I am working on this assessment with a consultant and another manager this week. I hate my job.
Day 1 went pretty smoothly. Manager apparently likes to eat a LOT for breakfast (I'm talking sandwich, coffee, muffin, and fruit) and loves to eat while driving. I mean is his Egg and Cheese really more important than my life? His stomach may not notice the swerving he does on the road, but I sure do!
Day 2 was pretty horrible. We needed to be at a client site at 6:30 AM!!!!!!!! I don't even wake up that early on a normal day. Against my wishes, we planned to leave our hotel at 5:30 in the morning (again I would be sleeping on any given day at this time). What time does the rest of my team show up to the lobby though? 5:45 - 6:00 AM. Little Kripsie was stuck sitting on the couch like a mofo waiting for them. Sigh.
It gets better.
I am not one of those people who hate the morning - you know the cranky ones that you are scared to talk to. But at 5:30 am? Is it really necessary to talk? Is it necessary to be polite? Is it necessary to be nice when you have been duped into waking up early while everyone else got a couple extra minutes of sleep? I THINK NOT. But of course, I get multiple comments on how I am NOT a morning person and how cranky/scary I appeared to be.
Yes butthead, you saying all this to me is going to cheer me right up. Let me tell you, it's FRIDAY and I am still hearing about how I was on Tuesday morning. I don't understand - me not speaking and wanting to sit in the backseat of the car now does NOT mean I am the new daughter of Satan set out to destroy the world.
To specify, most of my animosity is going towards this bozo manager who I have deemed not worthy of my smiles (I wonder if he can tell my fake smile apart from the real deal). My consultant friend knows when to leave me be but this manager, I hope he doesn't experience my full wrath.
All in all I have been working my butt off this week. Let's hope manager realizes that he's annoying and doesn't bring much to the table but bad jokes and swervy driving.
Day 1 went pretty smoothly. Manager apparently likes to eat a LOT for breakfast (I'm talking sandwich, coffee, muffin, and fruit) and loves to eat while driving. I mean is his Egg and Cheese really more important than my life? His stomach may not notice the swerving he does on the road, but I sure do!
Day 2 was pretty horrible. We needed to be at a client site at 6:30 AM!!!!!!!! I don't even wake up that early on a normal day. Against my wishes, we planned to leave our hotel at 5:30 in the morning (again I would be sleeping on any given day at this time). What time does the rest of my team show up to the lobby though? 5:45 - 6:00 AM. Little Kripsie was stuck sitting on the couch like a mofo waiting for them. Sigh.
It gets better.
I am not one of those people who hate the morning - you know the cranky ones that you are scared to talk to. But at 5:30 am? Is it really necessary to talk? Is it necessary to be polite? Is it necessary to be nice when you have been duped into waking up early while everyone else got a couple extra minutes of sleep? I THINK NOT. But of course, I get multiple comments on how I am NOT a morning person and how cranky/scary I appeared to be.
Yes butthead, you saying all this to me is going to cheer me right up. Let me tell you, it's FRIDAY and I am still hearing about how I was on Tuesday morning. I don't understand - me not speaking and wanting to sit in the backseat of the car now does NOT mean I am the new daughter of Satan set out to destroy the world.
To specify, most of my animosity is going towards this bozo manager who I have deemed not worthy of my smiles (I wonder if he can tell my fake smile apart from the real deal). My consultant friend knows when to leave me be but this manager, I hope he doesn't experience my full wrath.
All in all I have been working my butt off this week. Let's hope manager realizes that he's annoying and doesn't bring much to the table but bad jokes and swervy driving.
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
To tan or not to tan
I got some tan this past weekend. Not like the hot kind. The sock and tank top kind. The redneck kind. Is that accurate? I don't know much about rednecks.
Well here's the thing. Normally I don't mind getting some color. But this? Ew it's gross. I'm dark. And it looks dirty! Normally indian peeps aren't fans of being tan. We don't want to be darker like the rest of the american/european society. No we use products such as "Fair and Lovely" (yes this product exists) to actually lighten our skin.
Now I am not one of the crazy few who goes out of her way to not get any sun. I think some sun is healthy. I like laying out at the beach and getting fun tan lines.
But tennis tan lines? No one wants those.
Well here's the thing. Normally I don't mind getting some color. But this? Ew it's gross. I'm dark. And it looks dirty! Normally indian peeps aren't fans of being tan. We don't want to be darker like the rest of the american/european society. No we use products such as "Fair and Lovely" (yes this product exists) to actually lighten our skin.
Now I am not one of the crazy few who goes out of her way to not get any sun. I think some sun is healthy. I like laying out at the beach and getting fun tan lines.
But tennis tan lines? No one wants those.
It seems that....
...when I like a boy or am trying to make a good impression to a boy, my first email never gets sent.
No it actually goes through multiple drafts. The first will be written about 5 seconds after I re-read your email to me about 3 times. Then after realizing that I am a crazy fool and that no one responds this quickly, it will painfully be put in my "draft" folder.
Once I find something else to do and get a break I will then return to my email. I re-read your email to me and then go back to my draft. No way, this email stinks! Too wordy, too needy, too Kripsie. Let's change it up. After shortening (boys don't like to read) and adding some non-insulting puns I then put it back into the "draft" folder.
If I am in an especially non-creative mood I will most likely send the email off to my friend Rajani who will edit appropriately.
Once I feel that an appropriate amount of time has passed, I will anxiously hit send, but then stop myself realizing that I haven't spell checked my work. Now we can send.
Of course, as soon as I send I start checking my email about every 5 minutes to see if you have responded.
Wow I can't believe I actually confessed to doing this..
No it actually goes through multiple drafts. The first will be written about 5 seconds after I re-read your email to me about 3 times. Then after realizing that I am a crazy fool and that no one responds this quickly, it will painfully be put in my "draft" folder.
Once I find something else to do and get a break I will then return to my email. I re-read your email to me and then go back to my draft. No way, this email stinks! Too wordy, too needy, too Kripsie. Let's change it up. After shortening (boys don't like to read) and adding some non-insulting puns I then put it back into the "draft" folder.
If I am in an especially non-creative mood I will most likely send the email off to my friend Rajani who will edit appropriately.
Once I feel that an appropriate amount of time has passed, I will anxiously hit send, but then stop myself realizing that I haven't spell checked my work. Now we can send.
Of course, as soon as I send I start checking my email about every 5 minutes to see if you have responded.
Wow I can't believe I actually confessed to doing this..
Friday, May 26, 2006
Thoughts
I'm not really one to discuss my political views or really my views on anything substantial on this blizzog, but here's a gander at a topic: Outsourcing.
People have so much negativity towards outsourcing. I for once knew about it, heard about it, but never really took the time to fully understand what is going on. That is, until I started reading The World is Flat by Freedman. This book discusses outsourcing in great detail and taught me a lot.
I always used to (and still do) get frustrated with people who will look at me and hold this resentment that there is so much outsourcing going on in India. Yes I caused this, please focus your hostility towards me, because I am in charge of the world. I can and do understand and am empathic with people who lose their jobs due to outsourcing. It could even be me one day! But honestly in this day and age how can you expect something like outsourcing NOT to exist?!
If you think about our own daily lives we do what we can to cut costs. Well, because we are greedy and want to have more money to support ourselves better. This is not a bad thing. Coupons, rebates, driving an extra couple of miles for cheaper gas, heck we ALL do this. So why is it so surprising to hear that companies are doing the same thing?
And lets talk about India for a second. There are over 1 billion people in this country. Can you actually imagine how many people that is? I really can't. Most people in India live poorer than the poorest people in the United States. For them to be able to do what we do for pennies is really not a big step up for them. What it does allow these people to do however, is get some money, become educated and be proud of what they do.
When I used to work in Admissions, concerned parents would ask me what schools like mine were doing about this outsourcing epidemic. Um? Is there even a response for this? We keep developing technology -this in turn is flattening out the worlds playing field. People in foreign countries are able to do the same things as us. Granted the company's CEO and COO are making millions of more dollars out of all of this - but they were smart enough to think of it! I can't argue that.
This isn't a perfect system by any means. It's unfortunate that anyone needs to be out of a job when they are willing and capable to work. But it IS unfair for 'people' to blame these countries for what they are doing. They are just trying to make a living like everyone else.
People have so much negativity towards outsourcing. I for once knew about it, heard about it, but never really took the time to fully understand what is going on. That is, until I started reading The World is Flat by Freedman. This book discusses outsourcing in great detail and taught me a lot.
I always used to (and still do) get frustrated with people who will look at me and hold this resentment that there is so much outsourcing going on in India. Yes I caused this, please focus your hostility towards me, because I am in charge of the world. I can and do understand and am empathic with people who lose their jobs due to outsourcing. It could even be me one day! But honestly in this day and age how can you expect something like outsourcing NOT to exist?!
If you think about our own daily lives we do what we can to cut costs. Well, because we are greedy and want to have more money to support ourselves better. This is not a bad thing. Coupons, rebates, driving an extra couple of miles for cheaper gas, heck we ALL do this. So why is it so surprising to hear that companies are doing the same thing?
And lets talk about India for a second. There are over 1 billion people in this country. Can you actually imagine how many people that is? I really can't. Most people in India live poorer than the poorest people in the United States. For them to be able to do what we do for pennies is really not a big step up for them. What it does allow these people to do however, is get some money, become educated and be proud of what they do.
When I used to work in Admissions, concerned parents would ask me what schools like mine were doing about this outsourcing epidemic. Um? Is there even a response for this? We keep developing technology -this in turn is flattening out the worlds playing field. People in foreign countries are able to do the same things as us. Granted the company's CEO and COO are making millions of more dollars out of all of this - but they were smart enough to think of it! I can't argue that.
This isn't a perfect system by any means. It's unfortunate that anyone needs to be out of a job when they are willing and capable to work. But it IS unfair for 'people' to blame these countries for what they are doing. They are just trying to make a living like everyone else.
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Home Sweet Home
I have a lot of friends that live at home and love it. I used to alway look at them as if they were crazy or just gosh darn weird. The first time I started living at home (circa 2003) I wasn't a happy camper. In fact, I was miserable; so I left.
Fast forward to 2006 - I'm back at home. I don't know what happened but I love living at home. I may never leave.
All you people who love their apartments - I get it. But here's what you're missing -
At my house you get: great dinners, served to you when you get home, there is no grocery bill (cause well my parents are great), ALWAYS toilet paper, water, soap, shampoo, and toothpaste in stock, two fridges filled with food, free laundry, no bills, lots of space, free parking, lunches made by my mom (greatest lunch maker ever) great backyard, tennis courts near-by, and a brother to play with.
Of course I probably will leave one day. Since my lack of love life doesn't require me to have any "privacy" I am pretty content with being home. You should want to live with me.
Fast forward to 2006 - I'm back at home. I don't know what happened but I love living at home. I may never leave.
All you people who love their apartments - I get it. But here's what you're missing -
At my house you get: great dinners, served to you when you get home, there is no grocery bill (cause well my parents are great), ALWAYS toilet paper, water, soap, shampoo, and toothpaste in stock, two fridges filled with food, free laundry, no bills, lots of space, free parking, lunches made by my mom (greatest lunch maker ever) great backyard, tennis courts near-by, and a brother to play with.
Of course I probably will leave one day. Since my lack of love life doesn't require me to have any "privacy" I am pretty content with being home. You should want to live with me.
Eager Beaver
Have I ever introduced you to Eager Beaver? He's the guy that just got out of college and loves to drive you nuts. I care about my job (somewhat). Well I care that I personally do a good job and perform well. But it goes to an extent. Sometimes I just don't care or.....yea, I just don't care. Things always get done (even if you aren't involved) and if you are in a team, you should be able to rely on your other team members to pitch in.
But Eager Beaver? I want to throw something at him. He has to question every little thing and he's exactly like that annoying guy in class that asks questions when all you want to do is leave. He's that guy who will do all the work, get to work the earliest, and wants to stay the latest.
But Eager Beaver? I want to throw something at him. He has to question every little thing and he's exactly like that annoying guy in class that asks questions when all you want to do is leave. He's that guy who will do all the work, get to work the earliest, and wants to stay the latest.
Um Hi, I like to sleep and I have a life after work, so please give me what you need me to get done and I promise from 8-5 I will do it. I won't pretend I like you more than I do and I really won't volunteer for every freaking task.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Beautiful People
I think I am scared of good looking people. Not like "please don't hurt me" but more like "I don't look as pretty as you but please still be my friend". Is that weird? Maybe
I have this new manager at work. Although he will never read this blog, I will choose to keep him anonymous. He is a married hottie. I have absolutely no attraction or desire for this man, but every morning I cannot help but think how good looking he is. I almost can't look at him in the eye fearing that he will know that I want to make a mask of his face and wear it when I am out in public. Yes definitely disturbing.
I have this new manager at work. Although he will never read this blog, I will choose to keep him anonymous. He is a married hottie. I have absolutely no attraction or desire for this man, but every morning I cannot help but think how good looking he is. I almost can't look at him in the eye fearing that he will know that I want to make a mask of his face and wear it when I am out in public. Yes definitely disturbing.
hehehe
Sometimes I find myself laughing to myself. Like I am the funniest person I know (which is TRUE btw). This is due to a joke I might make to myself or am about to make. I don't need you to laugh with me or at me at any chance. I know I'm funny. You read my blog, you chuckle. You know I'm funny too.
Hair
I hate getting hair cuts. My hair is kind of out of control. Like a boy, it grows really fast and needs a trim every few months. I get extremely nervous when I am in the hairdresser's seat. Panic-y almost.
If you have ever had a bad haircut, you can understand why I may feel this way. Since I was young I have had many issues with my hair. I am finally at a point in my life where A) I understand, yes it is just hair and B) I know what looks good on me. But even this wisdom doesn't stop me sometimes from panicing.
If you have ever had a bad haircut, you can understand why I may feel this way. Since I was young I have had many issues with my hair. I am finally at a point in my life where A) I understand, yes it is just hair and B) I know what looks good on me. But even this wisdom doesn't stop me sometimes from panicing.
Those are pretty much the exact thoughts I am thinking all while not breathing. More than not my hair has come out OK and I can usually breathe again, but this ritual will endure until I learn to cut my own hair, or maybe develop a potion that will allow my hair to be healthy, beautiful, and fabulous all my life.
What is she cutting, how much, why did she cut it like that, is my head straight, does she know what she is doing, omg how much did she cut.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Bathroom Rules
I think we are all clear about bathroom rules. Boy or girl. If there are multiple stalls, you do not sit immediately next to someone who is already occupying a stall. Why do people not understand this? To me, its common sense. I don't really need to be next to anyone while I am doing my thang in the bathroom.
This happened to me today at work. There are about 15 clean stalls at our office. But for some reason, this one chickie needed to come and squat right next to me.
What's worse is that these ACN offices - they have very shiny floors. And when I say shiny I mean you can see reflections. So say you are using the facilities; yup, I can see a reflection of an outline of a person if I look at the floor. I don't need to go into detail. You get it.
So ladies, let's sit together at lunch, at the movies, on a car ride, but how bout we keep some space in the bathroom. thanks.
This happened to me today at work. There are about 15 clean stalls at our office. But for some reason, this one chickie needed to come and squat right next to me.
What's worse is that these ACN offices - they have very shiny floors. And when I say shiny I mean you can see reflections. So say you are using the facilities; yup, I can see a reflection of an outline of a person if I look at the floor. I don't need to go into detail. You get it.
So ladies, let's sit together at lunch, at the movies, on a car ride, but how bout we keep some space in the bathroom. thanks.
Monday, May 08, 2006
Nuke It
Once in a while, I enjoy a good breakfast sangwich. If I had the time I might make myself a lil old egg mcmuffin at home, but alas I don't. I usually don't like getting breakfast items at any fast food place: McDonald's, Dunkin Donuts. Although I might like some of their other items, I like real eggs on my bread - cooked in front of me. No synthetic for me thanks.
When I was in college the best place ever to get these types of treats was at Bagels on the Hudson. They had a science to their bagel making and I loved ordering my "Bacon, Egg, and Cheese on an everything bagel" or "Taylor Ham, Egg, and Cheese on an everything bagel". YUM.
Recently, while I was slowing getting to work, I decided that yes! I wanted a sangwich today. So I headed over to Noah's Bagels in the next town. They made their bagels fresh, I am sure they will make my eggs the same way. After putting in my order, I noticed how the evil man behind the counter takes a cup filled with what I am assuming was a real egg and proceeds to PUT IT IN THE MICROWAVE. Huh? What happened to the grill? Where is my freshly made egg delight? He nuked it!
When did it become that you go to an authentic bagel store and then are given a synthetic egg concoction? Where is my quality? What in God's name is this world turning into??
When I was in college the best place ever to get these types of treats was at Bagels on the Hudson. They had a science to their bagel making and I loved ordering my "Bacon, Egg, and Cheese on an everything bagel" or "Taylor Ham, Egg, and Cheese on an everything bagel". YUM.
Recently, while I was slowing getting to work, I decided that yes! I wanted a sangwich today. So I headed over to Noah's Bagels in the next town. They made their bagels fresh, I am sure they will make my eggs the same way. After putting in my order, I noticed how the evil man behind the counter takes a cup filled with what I am assuming was a real egg and proceeds to PUT IT IN THE MICROWAVE. Huh? What happened to the grill? Where is my freshly made egg delight? He nuked it!
When did it become that you go to an authentic bagel store and then are given a synthetic egg concoction? Where is my quality? What in God's name is this world turning into??
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Cars.com
I bought a car! Can you believe it? Me! Do you like? After years of driving my parents car, I figured that it was finally time for me to make my first big purchase.
My new 2006 Jetta has yet to have a name and has yet to have any crumbs in it. As some of you know, I am not the cleanest with my cars. BUT I have vowed to keep this one in tip top shape.
So here are some things that I have learned about when it comes to car shopping:
1. Do your research! Car dealers want your money and its your job not to give them more than they deserve.
2. There is something called the Invoice price and the MSRP (manufacturers suggested retail price). You want to pay as close to or BELOW the invoice price as possible.
3. The invoice price that the dealer has is NOT the true invoice price. You can find out the true invoice price of your car by using different resources.
4. Some websites that helped me: ConsumerReports.com, Edmunds.com, kbb.com
5. You don't always have to go to the dealership to bargain for a price.
6. Even small girls like me can get a good deal!
7. There are tons of dealerships out there. Use the ones you don't like to leverage a good price to bring to the dealer you do like.
My new 2006 Jetta has yet to have a name and has yet to have any crumbs in it. As some of you know, I am not the cleanest with my cars. BUT I have vowed to keep this one in tip top shape.
So here are some things that I have learned about when it comes to car shopping:
1. Do your research! Car dealers want your money and its your job not to give them more than they deserve.
2. There is something called the Invoice price and the MSRP (manufacturers suggested retail price). You want to pay as close to or BELOW the invoice price as possible.
3. The invoice price that the dealer has is NOT the true invoice price. You can find out the true invoice price of your car by using different resources.
4. Some websites that helped me: ConsumerReports.com, Edmunds.com, kbb.com
5. You don't always have to go to the dealership to bargain for a price.
6. Even small girls like me can get a good deal!
7. There are tons of dealerships out there. Use the ones you don't like to leverage a good price to bring to the dealer you do like.
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Tennis
I recently started taking tennis lessons. I am in my 2nd week and I have come to realize that I suck and I hate it!!
I grew up around a family of 8. 1 mom, 1 dad, 1 aunt, 1 uncle, 2 boy cousins, 1 brother. That's a lot of boys around me. When I was younger I was basically a tomboy. I was the only girl on my t-ball team, I used to play in the woods, went dirt bike riding, and collected frogs. Yup pretty different from how I am today. Having so many boys in my family also leads to another trait: competitiveness. I am actually pretty mild compared to the others in my family. But, deciding that I am going to get back into sports, I have taken up tennis. Almost everyone in my family can play and my goal is to kick some a$$ by the end of the summer.
So, I signed up for tennis lessons. My first lesson was great. Dennis (my instructor) was really cool and was encouraging and I thought I was actually learning and improving. My second lesson however blew big time.
Dennis for some reason couldn't come to our lesson so I got Yaya as my replacement. Yaya apparently called my name for our lesson, and although I was sitting in the same room as him, I didn't hear him. We got off to a bad start. Throughout the whole lesson this was my situation
I grew up around a family of 8. 1 mom, 1 dad, 1 aunt, 1 uncle, 2 boy cousins, 1 brother. That's a lot of boys around me. When I was younger I was basically a tomboy. I was the only girl on my t-ball team, I used to play in the woods, went dirt bike riding, and collected frogs. Yup pretty different from how I am today. Having so many boys in my family also leads to another trait: competitiveness. I am actually pretty mild compared to the others in my family. But, deciding that I am going to get back into sports, I have taken up tennis. Almost everyone in my family can play and my goal is to kick some a$$ by the end of the summer.
So, I signed up for tennis lessons. My first lesson was great. Dennis (my instructor) was really cool and was encouraging and I thought I was actually learning and improving. My second lesson however blew big time.
Dennis for some reason couldn't come to our lesson so I got Yaya as my replacement. Yaya apparently called my name for our lesson, and although I was sitting in the same room as him, I didn't hear him. We got off to a bad start. Throughout the whole lesson this was my situation
yayy: you are doing it wrongAlong with the yelling Yaya also decided to return his shots to me at FULL SPEED. I was praying I could hit him in the balls to make him shut up! After being confident and excited about learning and getting better at tennis, this man single handedly ruined this experience for me. Way to go.
kripsie: ok
yaya: if you don't stop doing it wrong you won't get better
kripsie: ok
yaya: you are still doing it wrong
kripsie: ok
yaya: why do you keep doing it wrong
kripsie: i don't know
Facial Expression
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be someone else watching me. Did that make sense to you? I'm sure I could secretly record different interactions I have with people, but really, what do you all think of me? What type of vibe am I giving off? I have no idea really.
Do I have a poker face? Sometimes I can lie really well, but other times, well I suck. I wonder how easily I give away my true feelings.
For example... I was out in Hoboken one night with my friends Deven, LeVaur and some other peeps. Surprisingly, this guy came by to talk to me. I don't know if it was my face telling him that I wasn't interested, but after 2 minutes, he started asking about my friend and if he should go talk to her. Hmm. So either a) totally using me to get to her or b) i some how give off this expression like ?!? and he knows he has no chance. Quite a pickle.
I also have this thing where I have the SAME SMILE in all of my pictures. It's true. And I've been told my photo smile is different from my real smile. Weird.
I guess it's the same theory of how we hear our own voice different from how other people hear it. Why is this? I think I should walk around with a videoc amera all the time. This way I can hear and see the Kripsie you all see.
Do I have a poker face? Sometimes I can lie really well, but other times, well I suck. I wonder how easily I give away my true feelings.
For example... I was out in Hoboken one night with my friends Deven, LeVaur and some other peeps. Surprisingly, this guy came by to talk to me. I don't know if it was my face telling him that I wasn't interested, but after 2 minutes, he started asking about my friend and if he should go talk to her. Hmm. So either a) totally using me to get to her or b) i some how give off this expression like ?!? and he knows he has no chance. Quite a pickle.
I also have this thing where I have the SAME SMILE in all of my pictures. It's true. And I've been told my photo smile is different from my real smile. Weird.
I guess it's the same theory of how we hear our own voice different from how other people hear it. Why is this? I think I should walk around with a videoc amera all the time. This way I can hear and see the Kripsie you all see.
Monday, May 01, 2006
Teddy
I have this teddy bear that has been with me, well...since birth. He's actually almost 34 years old, cause he was handed down to me from my cousin Raj. "Teddy" as he is properly named, has gone through pretty much everything with me. He himself though, has gone through his own little adventures.When I was in the 4th grade, we lived in an apartment in New Providence, NJ. One day, while playing in the bathroom (um yea I don't know why I was playing there), Teddy had a small accident. Somehow I fumbled and dropped him in the toilet! Super scared that my mom was going to throw Teddy away after realizing where he had just been, I totally lied. "He fell in the sink mommy!" Hmm my mom didn't seem too convinced. Obviously. Teddy was soaking wet and well, let's just say, the sink doesn't really carry as much water as a toilet.
Disclaimer: the toilet had NOT been used thank you.Later on however, I found out that my mom had put Teddy through the rinse cycle and properly cleaned him. Poor teddy.
Last year, when I was living in Philly, Teddy came along. One week, our housekeeping staff came by to replace our sheets and give us new towels. When I came home though, I found that I couldn't find Teddy anywhere! I sent out an email to my girlfriends who had just spent the weekend with me to see if there was any devious kidnapping going on.
Hi girls
I have a dilemma. I don't know if any of you know my teddy bear (named Teddy); but he is
Saturday, April 29, 2006
TV wins
There is no way I am reaching my book goal this year. I was doing pretty good in the beginning of the year...but not any more. The downfall? My tv.
When I was living in Philadelphia, our tv was in the living room. I only went there to watch while eating or just bumming around. But once I was in my bedroom, it was just me and my stuff - mainly my books. I would read for hours and be happy with my quiet little life. Not any more.
Ever since I moved back home, I have this gi-normous tv in my bedroom (courtesy of my cousin Raj). This tv has cable and !voila! HBO. I am addicted. No longer am I reading before going to bed but watching Sex and the City and Entourage and any other show that is remotely interesting. It's a disease. It's like because it's there, I can't turn it off. I even tried to have my book next to me, but nope. Tv wins.
I need to make some changes.
When I was living in Philadelphia, our tv was in the living room. I only went there to watch while eating or just bumming around. But once I was in my bedroom, it was just me and my stuff - mainly my books. I would read for hours and be happy with my quiet little life. Not any more.
Ever since I moved back home, I have this gi-normous tv in my bedroom (courtesy of my cousin Raj). This tv has cable and !voila! HBO. I am addicted. No longer am I reading before going to bed but watching Sex and the City and Entourage and any other show that is remotely interesting. It's a disease. It's like because it's there, I can't turn it off. I even tried to have my book next to me, but nope. Tv wins.
I need to make some changes.
Friday, April 28, 2006
Boys Suck
I'm surprised I haven't had more posts titled Boys Suck. Cause you all really do.
Situation: What do this weekend
I was planning on spending Satuday hanging out with my two girlfriends down in Baltimore. Since I was already 'down that way' I decided that I would take an afternoon/evening stop in Philadelphia to visit a certain someone. We try to coordinate. I then realize that hmm I might be making my life hectic, driving down to PA in the am, then driving down to Baltimore, then drive back to Philly, then back to NJ. That's crazy right - yes, I agree. So then I decided, OK I can maybe reschedule Baltimore and just go to Philly instead. I can probably spend the whole day in Philly with Mr.Someone and then can really figure out if well this going anywhere. Wish it was that easy. I get an email "Come down in the late afternoon, evening (between 5-6 sometime). Will help me to catch up on life since I've been away this week."
UM yes I have no life, let me drive all the way to Philadelphia just to hang out for the evening and then drive my ass all the way back up to NJ. Seriously, am I crazy? Do boys not understand gas prices and inflation. I at least need my moneys worth of time and activities if I am going to hang out. I feel like ditching Mr.Loser and just go back to shopping with the girls. You all suck.
Situation: What do this weekend
I was planning on spending Satuday hanging out with my two girlfriends down in Baltimore. Since I was already 'down that way' I decided that I would take an afternoon/evening stop in Philadelphia to visit a certain someone. We try to coordinate. I then realize that hmm I might be making my life hectic, driving down to PA in the am, then driving down to Baltimore, then drive back to Philly, then back to NJ. That's crazy right - yes, I agree. So then I decided, OK I can maybe reschedule Baltimore and just go to Philly instead. I can probably spend the whole day in Philly with Mr.Someone and then can really figure out if well this going anywhere. Wish it was that easy. I get an email "Come down in the late afternoon, evening (between 5-6 sometime). Will help me to catch up on life since I've been away this week."
UM yes I have no life, let me drive all the way to Philadelphia just to hang out for the evening and then drive my ass all the way back up to NJ. Seriously, am I crazy? Do boys not understand gas prices and inflation. I at least need my moneys worth of time and activities if I am going to hang out. I feel like ditching Mr.Loser and just go back to shopping with the girls. You all suck.
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Wasted Time
You know what I am not a fan of - when people say they are going to end class/meeting/group session at a certain time, but then GO OVER. I hate this. I absolutely hate this. If I am somewhere I need to be due to an email, grade, or being told to, then I expect it to end at the proper END TIME. Dates, reunions, dinners, and other fun stuff, these can go over their expected time limit.
I don't think it's fair to tell me that we will be done at 3:30 but then continue to talk until 4:15. My body doesn't work that way. When I see that it is 3:15 I start getting ancy. "yes yes almost time to run away and never come back" is what I am thinking. Then when you go over, I am not paying attention, nope. I am either looking at my watch every 30 seconds to see if my watch is wrong or thinking "die die die!" ok maybe not that extreme, but Oh I'm mad alright.
There is also this thing with Indian people called "Indian Standard Time" where things always start 1/2 hr to 1 hr LATE. I hate this too. If you say Please be here from 9 am - 11 am. Then you better believe I will be there on time and expect to leave on time.
I don't think it's fair to tell me that we will be done at 3:30 but then continue to talk until 4:15. My body doesn't work that way. When I see that it is 3:15 I start getting ancy. "yes yes almost time to run away and never come back" is what I am thinking. Then when you go over, I am not paying attention, nope. I am either looking at my watch every 30 seconds to see if my watch is wrong or thinking "die die die!" ok maybe not that extreme, but Oh I'm mad alright.
There is also this thing with Indian people called "Indian Standard Time" where things always start 1/2 hr to 1 hr LATE. I hate this too. If you say Please be here from 9 am - 11 am. Then you better believe I will be there on time and expect to leave on time.
Unbelievable
It's pretty amazing. I haven't gone to the gym since the last time we talked but miraculously I have lost weight! And people can't stop telling me about it. Is this a good thing? I think so.
Last Friday I went to a training session in NYC. My friend Phu asked me if I lost weight - umm don't think so since I love cookies and hate the gym. "Really" Phu wonders - "Cause you look so small to me!" umm sure we can say I lost weight. But really, was I that big before Phu? "Well I only really saw you at bars so I'm not sure" wow you really know how to dig yourself into a hole. Good luck climbing out.
Then today my dear mentor James asked me if I lost weight. His I take to be a compliment though since we met more frequently than just at the bar. But did I really loose weight? It may be true since I am squeezing into size 0 pants and well I am not as scared to wear my tighter fitting clothes.
Could it be - my body finally wised up? My age and metabolism finally reached an agreement and decided to work to my advantage?! This is awesome. Forget the gym, bring on the ice cream!
Last Friday I went to a training session in NYC. My friend Phu asked me if I lost weight - umm don't think so since I love cookies and hate the gym. "Really" Phu wonders - "Cause you look so small to me!" umm sure we can say I lost weight. But really, was I that big before Phu? "Well I only really saw you at bars so I'm not sure" wow you really know how to dig yourself into a hole. Good luck climbing out.
Then today my dear mentor James asked me if I lost weight. His I take to be a compliment though since we met more frequently than just at the bar. But did I really loose weight? It may be true since I am squeezing into size 0 pants and well I am not as scared to wear my tighter fitting clothes.
Could it be - my body finally wised up? My age and metabolism finally reached an agreement and decided to work to my advantage?! This is awesome. Forget the gym, bring on the ice cream!
Siblings
I have a younger brother (who often reads this blizzog). Although we look similar, we are really pretty different. That got me to thinking, 'hmmm..this happens a lot'. Two or three people who were from the same 'gina, lived in the same house, and went to the same school end up being nothing like each other! I mean sure, we have our similarities: we like to watch tv, we like bike riding and playing outside, chocolate milk, and love for waffles.
There are so many differences though!
My brother: a little husky, lazy bum, kinda disorganized, good at lawn mowing, will eat pretty much anything, loves video games, loves baseball, tall
Me: pretty skinny, small, pretty organized, suck at lawn mowing, picky eater, arts and crafty, likes to shop
Ok so maybe this isn't like substantial differences, but it's true. My brother exudes this confidence and "i dont care" attitude when it comes to his social life. He doesn't go with the crowd, and hey, if you don't like him, that's ok with him. Me? In high school I couldn't take it if anyone was mad at me, couldn't do anything without a friends approval, and was always worried about what everyone thought about me. It kind of took me years to be where he has kind of always been.
When it comes to school work, I was a big time nerd. School always came harder to me so I would always be studying 10000 hours. I was also really organized. I made charts, graphs, always used a ruler, hmm wow, I'm a loser. Anyways, my mom never really worried about me and school cause she saw my effort. But my brother is kind of another story. Not that he isn't smart as heck, but he never has to try as hard as me. His handwriting - compares to most 2nd graders, and organized, hmmm, not sure he knows how to spell that. My mom used the same tactics with both of us - why are we so different?
I've seen this happen lots of times. I'm sure genes, personality, blah blah all has lots to do with it, but does this mean I should change my approach with my own kids? The same method is kind of proven to not work. Or MAYBE the first child (ME) is already so amazing and perfect that the moms and dads kind of slack off and half ass the same method for the second child (BROTHER). I think I am on to something here.
There are so many differences though!
My brother: a little husky, lazy bum, kinda disorganized, good at lawn mowing, will eat pretty much anything, loves video games, loves baseball, tall
Me: pretty skinny, small, pretty organized, suck at lawn mowing, picky eater, arts and crafty, likes to shop
Ok so maybe this isn't like substantial differences, but it's true. My brother exudes this confidence and "i dont care" attitude when it comes to his social life. He doesn't go with the crowd, and hey, if you don't like him, that's ok with him. Me? In high school I couldn't take it if anyone was mad at me, couldn't do anything without a friends approval, and was always worried about what everyone thought about me. It kind of took me years to be where he has kind of always been.
When it comes to school work, I was a big time nerd. School always came harder to me so I would always be studying 10000 hours. I was also really organized. I made charts, graphs, always used a ruler, hmm wow, I'm a loser. Anyways, my mom never really worried about me and school cause she saw my effort. But my brother is kind of another story. Not that he isn't smart as heck, but he never has to try as hard as me. His handwriting - compares to most 2nd graders, and organized, hmmm, not sure he knows how to spell that. My mom used the same tactics with both of us - why are we so different?
I've seen this happen lots of times. I'm sure genes, personality, blah blah all has lots to do with it, but does this mean I should change my approach with my own kids? The same method is kind of proven to not work. Or MAYBE the first child (ME) is already so amazing and perfect that the moms and dads kind of slack off and half ass the same method for the second child (BROTHER). I think I am on to something here.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Never Happy
There is a problem with society that I face on a day-to-day basis. I am pretty small. I choose to wear heels, not only cause I think they are h.o.t but because it helps me to look taller. Trust me if I had the choice between sneakers or 3-inch heels, I will most always pick sneakers. But I don't.
Pretty much everyday when I am at work, I am in heels. Some of my heels are 2 inches, some are 3. Yup you got it, the higher the inch, the harder it is to walk in. It's pretty easy math. But, my feet are almost trained in pain. Take for example last week. I was in NYC pretty much all day. I wore 2.5 inch heels from 6:30 am - 8:30 pm. I not only walked about 6 city blocks, but I also had to run to A) cross the street B) give a lady her ATM card that she forgot C) catch my train. Did that sound easy? Cause it's not.
The shoes however aren't really my problem. It's people. If I wear heels, I get these comments "Oh my how do you even walk in those?" "Isn't that painful?" "You're going to have problems when you get older" But HELLO if I don't wear heels I get "Man I didn't realize how small you are" "You're really short" "Hey there tiny". Granted the heels comments make me want to punch you less, but still. I only wear the heels so I don't get the short comments! Now you are going to give me grief about this?!
I can never win.
Pretty much everyday when I am at work, I am in heels. Some of my heels are 2 inches, some are 3. Yup you got it, the higher the inch, the harder it is to walk in. It's pretty easy math. But, my feet are almost trained in pain. Take for example last week. I was in NYC pretty much all day. I wore 2.5 inch heels from 6:30 am - 8:30 pm. I not only walked about 6 city blocks, but I also had to run to A) cross the street B) give a lady her ATM card that she forgot C) catch my train. Did that sound easy? Cause it's not.
The shoes however aren't really my problem. It's people. If I wear heels, I get these comments "Oh my how do you even walk in those?" "Isn't that painful?" "You're going to have problems when you get older" But HELLO if I don't wear heels I get "Man I didn't realize how small you are" "You're really short" "Hey there tiny". Granted the heels comments make me want to punch you less, but still. I only wear the heels so I don't get the short comments! Now you are going to give me grief about this?!
I can never win.
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Intuition
I swear I think boys have ESP or something. It always seems that every time I decide I am going to end things with a potential, or I am starting to get those i'm not into this vibe from myself, Mr. Potential becomes cooler/nicer/cuter. Is there a reason for this? See it's not that girls are indecisive, it's that boys have intuition. They kind of know when we are ready to kick them to the curb so they start behaving. Messes up my whole train of thought!
Star Quality
I should be a movie star. I mean, I am already playing the perfect role of 'Bob' from Office Space, why not just put me up on the big screen? I know we have talked many times about how my life at work is very similar to some others on the big screen. Well this week, it's gotten worse.
As my role in Office Space2, I will play Bobbie (the female 'Bob'). My character is a beautiful young complex woman, who is trying to just do her job. Her company, along with two other coworkers (Robert and Bobo) are sent to exotic Richmond, VA where they will meet and greet some of the finest Comtech has to offer.
In my first scene, I am with Robert and we are running interviews.
See. I have star potential written all over me. It's been an interesting life.
*FYI: if you have never seen Office Space this will mean nothing to you so go away!
As my role in Office Space2, I will play Bobbie (the female 'Bob'). My character is a beautiful young complex woman, who is trying to just do her job. Her company, along with two other coworkers (Robert and Bobo) are sent to exotic Richmond, VA where they will meet and greet some of the finest Comtech has to offer.
In my first scene, I am with Robert and we are running interviews.
Bobbie: "You see, what we're trying to do is get a feeling for how people spend their time at work so if you would, would you walk us through a typical day, for you?"
Peter Gibbons: Yeah.
Bobbie: Great.
Peter Gibbons: Well, I generally come in at least fifteen minutes late, ah, I use the side door - that way Lumbergh can't see me, heh - after that I sorta space out for an hour.
Robert: Da-uh? Space out?
Peter Gibbons: Yeah, I just stare at my desk, but it looks like I'm working. I do that for probably another hour after lunch too, I'd say in a given week I probably only do about fifteen minutes of real, actual, work.
See. I have star potential written all over me. It's been an interesting life.
*FYI: if you have never seen Office Space this will mean nothing to you so go away!
Monday, April 17, 2006
match.com
Every once in a while I go back to thinking about online dating. Why? I'm not sure. I have tried in my day about 4 different types of 'online dating'. I never really felt that it was for me. This could be because I never really gave it 100% or because of the fact that I never really took an interest in the types of guys that were contacting me. There is something about it though that is kind of appealing.
One friend told me to try it because it was like online shopping, but this time it's boys you are trying on. Another friend told me that she never had time to actually go out and meet people, so this was the next best thing. Other friends, well they were curious too.
It's hard to knock online dating if you have never tried it, so I don't really wanna hear it. I actually know a good number of people who met online and are either completely in love, about to get married, or are already married. I am assuming that apart from the occasional crazy loon, it's a logical system that should work. Well heck, if Dr. Phil says do it - maybe I should?!
So, I went to match.com. It's really interesting to fill out these little boxes about who I want to meet. 25-30 (check), hindu (check), umm apparently those are all that really mattered to me at this stage. (FYI I am an equal opportunity dater, so if you are reading please feel free to approach)
When I hit enter I am given 22 pages of possibilities. For someone to catch my eye in the mere 2 milliseconds it takes for me to glance over your picture has to be a little noteworthy. The candidates were decent. I am no super woman so who am I to judge these boys when I don't know them. But, I'm not signed up to match.com; here's why:
Since I have already been on 3 (pretty much indian) dating sites and am currently filling out my criteria to be Indian, who is to say I won't be recognized. - Hmm maybe my usual alias should not be used - Now what if I am going through the list and end up recognizing other people?! - Oh yea, he was on this other site, I guess he's still looking to - HA - Or what about the fact that this totally may not be the way for me and I should just go back to blogging about my misery. - at least you get to laugh right? - Well the last and most important drawback at this point is that match.com costs money. Since they gotta pay Dr. Phil to say all those fancy catch phrases, I guess Kripsie won't be subscribing today...maybe I'll try again tomorrow.
One friend told me to try it because it was like online shopping, but this time it's boys you are trying on. Another friend told me that she never had time to actually go out and meet people, so this was the next best thing. Other friends, well they were curious too.
It's hard to knock online dating if you have never tried it, so I don't really wanna hear it. I actually know a good number of people who met online and are either completely in love, about to get married, or are already married. I am assuming that apart from the occasional crazy loon, it's a logical system that should work. Well heck, if Dr. Phil says do it - maybe I should?!
So, I went to match.com. It's really interesting to fill out these little boxes about who I want to meet. 25-30 (check), hindu (check), umm apparently those are all that really mattered to me at this stage. (FYI I am an equal opportunity dater, so if you are reading please feel free to approach)
When I hit enter I am given 22 pages of possibilities. For someone to catch my eye in the mere 2 milliseconds it takes for me to glance over your picture has to be a little noteworthy. The candidates were decent. I am no super woman so who am I to judge these boys when I don't know them. But, I'm not signed up to match.com; here's why:
Since I have already been on 3 (pretty much indian) dating sites and am currently filling out my criteria to be Indian, who is to say I won't be recognized. - Hmm maybe my usual alias should not be used - Now what if I am going through the list and end up recognizing other people?! - Oh yea, he was on this other site, I guess he's still looking to - HA - Or what about the fact that this totally may not be the way for me and I should just go back to blogging about my misery. - at least you get to laugh right? - Well the last and most important drawback at this point is that match.com costs money. Since they gotta pay Dr. Phil to say all those fancy catch phrases, I guess Kripsie won't be subscribing today...maybe I'll try again tomorrow.
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Ex Boxes
So while I have been cleaning up and throwing away my junk, I have come across all the little boxes I have up in the attic. Learning from my mistakes, I have started to go through my older junk to see what I can save and what needs to go. This, along with labeling all my new boxes and keeping them in a pile on the corner has been a great accomplishment for me.
Those boxes though. Hmm. No one warned me about the past lurking around in them. I forgot about the photos and letters of past 'people' that come back to visit you. What to do with this stuff?
While sitting in my stuffy attic, I couldn't help but open up packages and envelopes that contained, well, pretty heavy duty stuff. When you date someone for a long period of time, your memories are entwined. I can't erase them from my memory because doing so would also erase some of the best memories I have had of college, vacations, and important events in my life.
What is the protocol here? I can't throw away this stuff. Although I have no romantic interest with this person anymore, they were still a part of my life. A part that I will never get rid of. Do I label a box with all the photos and letter saying - BEWARE THIS MIGHT HURT. Or do I just keep it all mixed in, knowing that yes it might hurt, but its probably the good kind?
What about if I ever meet someone new (hahaha we all know how this is going)? Do I really need to get rid of everything fearing that this new person might be insecure and give a hoot? I'm not really sure how to handle all this. Maybe I will just ignore the situation until I am older and more mature to face it.
Those boxes though. Hmm. No one warned me about the past lurking around in them. I forgot about the photos and letters of past 'people' that come back to visit you. What to do with this stuff?
While sitting in my stuffy attic, I couldn't help but open up packages and envelopes that contained, well, pretty heavy duty stuff. When you date someone for a long period of time, your memories are entwined. I can't erase them from my memory because doing so would also erase some of the best memories I have had of college, vacations, and important events in my life.
What is the protocol here? I can't throw away this stuff. Although I have no romantic interest with this person anymore, they were still a part of my life. A part that I will never get rid of. Do I label a box with all the photos and letter saying - BEWARE THIS MIGHT HURT. Or do I just keep it all mixed in, knowing that yes it might hurt, but its probably the good kind?
What about if I ever meet someone new (hahaha we all know how this is going)? Do I really need to get rid of everything fearing that this new person might be insecure and give a hoot? I'm not really sure how to handle all this. Maybe I will just ignore the situation until I am older and more mature to face it.
