you're not the boss of me!
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.
