Thoughts to Ponder

So, I read tarot cards. I get a lot of insight out of my readings and most times see them almost as a therapy session. I have found the website Tarot.com to be invaluable. Through the years they've added more things, like different readings, numerology, blog posts. Today they had this very interesting post about soul mates here.

Gipper called me yesterday. Well actually he called me after trying to IM me and I told him I feel uncomfortable talking on IM and wanted a phone call instead, and what did he think. (just like Rori said), and like magic the phone rang! It was a good call, but I ended it by telling him that I was confused about the phone calls. That I didn't know what they meant or why he was still calling me. i had made my case clear, and so if he just wanted to be friends then I didn't know why he was still calling me. he said he'd hoped that my feelings had changed/lessened and I said they hadn't. I could tell he felt disappointed, but I told him I wished his feelings would change/grow. So, he said he would still call, and I said I probably wouldn't answer. I'll just have to stick to my reserve.

Yaaaaaayyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!

The Muppets are coming! The Muppets are coming!

Now back to your regularly scheduled program.

Sometimes my life feels like a Bridget Jones episode

Bridget Jones would have done fabulously as a sitcom. Think of it. All of her little snafus,  all the angst, all as individual episodes. I can't believe no one's thought of the concept before. Instead they’re making a musical. Truly?! It’s just too much for even my feeble mind to grasp. But I digress...

I am writing this from my new laptop, this one, at Starbucks. I’m meeting the Shrink and Rabbi’s Daughter later for a little Phriday Night Pho. I thought I’d try out my concept of working for the time in between my job and meeting up with friends or for an event. If you call blogging work, or checking out everyone’s doings on Facebook, or chatting with guys on OKCupid. 

According to my sister, this does not count as work. And thus, according to her, she thereby has every right to use my new toy if she has “actual” work and my mom is taking my other laptop to work with her. As if! You had to see the standoff that happened the night that went down. Basically it ended with her telling me if she couldn’t use my new computer, then I couldn’t use the washer she just bought. I stood there flabbergasted for a moment trying to figure out if I had just witnessed what I had. Then I came back with, “Fine, then don’t use the water!” Oh, yeah, we’re real mature at the Katydid household.

Come to think of it, MY life could be a sitcom. Take just this week, for instance. Over the weekend, I went onto OKCupid. Now that I have this here communication tool, I figure I should use it as such, and not waste all of my time watching old TV shows, however relevant they might be. Anyway, I was online Saturday night, (rainy day, no date, so why not?) and I had two guys IMing me while a couple others were emailing me. How cool! I’m really trying to focus on what Rori keeps saying and go about this whole dating thing with a totally different attitude and just have fun with it all. So this one guy’s writing to me, he’s Indian, but I figure so what? His picture is decent, and he tells me he’s an astrophysicist. (I kid you not)  After chatting for a bit, he asks me if I want to go out, and again, I figure, why not? So we make plans for Monday. Monday comes and he writes to me to confirm and to tell me where to meet. He’s better looking than in his picture. We walk for a bit, and settle on Smokin Bettys for dinner. It was really good. The conversation was good, perhaps a bit over my head at times but I held my own. He had nice hands and nails, an easy smile. When the bill came, he was so smooth with it and with keeping the conversation going, that I didn’t even have a chance to offer to pay my half as I usually do. And somehow, I didn’t feel guilty about it. We then went to Capogiros for dessert. Again he paid without question. It was nice. I felt respected, and well treated. I realized that this is what I’ve been wanting it to be like when I went out with all those children. He was a man, not boy. I want to get used to this. He offered to drive me home, and to my surprise I let him! Of course there was a catch, isn’t there always? He’s in town from Chicago, for only a few months for business. He works as a research scientist. And the few months ended supposedly Thursday. I haven't heard from him since that night. Oh, well. I had fun, and now I know that yes, I can hold my own even with a rocket scientist, and that I want a man, not a boy. And that there are still men out there who will know how to treat me with the respect that a lady deserves. Overall, it was a lovely evening!

Thursday, I met the Russian for dinner at Ponzios. Her suggestion. I haven’t seen her in a while, and I suppose it was good to catch up. I know she talks a lot, but I always forget just how much. Boobs also talks a lot, but she at least does eventually come up for air. This one? I had to jump in and change the subject. Continuously. The last time I met up with her it was for brunch with my bother and Gipper and one of Gipper’s friends. I was going to pick the Russian up, but once I got there she changed her mind and decided to drive herself, but then her car wouldn’t start. She had it jumped, but then it died half way there. We had to call her brother in law to come and get her, and it turned into this really big mess. Luckily this time went without incident.  She told me about her classes. I told her about the guys I’ve been seeing/writing to. I made it sound like I was doing more than I am, but I’ll get there. I probably told her a bit more with the hopes that it’ll get back to the Gipper. I know this is not the mindset that I should be in, but some weeks are better than others. At least I’m trying to be more aware. And that’s good right?

***I finished this today, Saturday. Ran out of time yesterday and had to go meet up with the girls for dinner.***

So last night I met up with Rabbis Daughter and the Shrink for Pho Phriday as we’ve taken to calling them. During the winter we were going every Friday for Pho, but as spring crept in, we’ve been a bit lax with the Pho. But since we hadn’t seen each other in a bit, the Shrink was in Hawaii all week for a conference, we decided to get together. And with the way this week was, it was a nice calm way to end it. After dinner and some much needed girl talk, we decided to get some dessert. The girls knew of a Vietnamese place down the street a bit, but when we got there they were closed already. Of course, it was about 9:30 or so it was somewhat expected. We decided to head back up towards civilization (we were down on Washington Ave). Eventually we found ourselves on Passyunk, and the girls remembered there was this chocolate place that they had passed before but hadn't tried yet. They also couldn’t exactly remember where it was. So we walked. Eventually we came to one of those weird intersections that Passyunk is so good at. We’re standing there, trying to get our bearings, and this car pulls up. It looked to be a late 70s early 80s muscle car. Like a camaro or something like that. It was black and had it’s windows down. It sort of stopped and idled a bit at the same intersection. It was a bit surreal actually. So we’re standing there, looking around and the the Shrink was going, “I know where we are, just need to figure out where the chocolate place is.” And we’re standing there probably looking like we were just wasting time, and then,  as if on cue, the girls point in the same direction and say, “there it is!” and at that very same moment, the radio in the car starts playing “Eye of the Tiger”. It was like being in one of those 80s teen-angst movies. It was so funny! Perhaps you had to be there, but the Rabbis Daughter and me started to laugh and laugh until we had tears running down our faces. We pulled it together to get inside the chocolate shop, but then once we ordered we started all over again. It was just too surreal! We had a really good night! By the way, we went here, and I highly, highly recommend! A definite good date place!

On the home front, there's been some interest in the house. There’s a group of Lubavitch down the street from the house, and one of them came to look at the house. He verbally made an incredibly lowball offer. Our realtor told him she didn’t think that was really a feasible offer, but to put something in writing and she’d present it. He hasn’t done that yet, but he did call several times with questions, but then they went and got their own commercial realtor, who happens to be a member of the congregation. These guys seem somewhat shady and unethical. Even my mom said he seemed a bit sleazy when they came through. She was almost ready to tell them thanks but we don’t do business that way. But I told her not to kill the deal before it’s not even begun, to at least see where things may go. So this week, the realtor guy came with his boss to look at the property. They want to have a home and termite inspection, at their expense. So at this point we’re waiting. We’re guessing that they will make an offer, they just need to see how much exactly they want to offer. We already have decided that we really can’t afford to lower the price any more than the $100,000 we already have. We haven’t told them that yet, but they’ll figure it out when they make us a legitimate offer. I’m figuring that it won’t be long, and it sounds like they’re going to want a quick settlement. It’ll be interesting to see how this plays out. I’m keeping my fingers crossed!

Uh Oh, Now what?

So the guy that I met with Eye Doc at the museum cocktail party the other night? He invited me out to a street fair that's going on in University City. Should I go? I'm not sure. I know I'm not interested, he totally not my type on so many levels, according to his facebook page, he's been married twice and has three kids from each marriage for a total of six!! children. But just for the sake of getting back out there, you know? Plus, I never know who else will be at the street fair. I may have to consult Rabbi's Daughter on this one. I shall get back to you all. But in the meantime, if any of you have any thoughts, please feel free to chime in!

Spies, Traitors & Saboteurs, Oh my!

I need to remember not to log into my Gmail or Yahoo accounts using a different account from the one I use here if I'm in the middle of writing a post. I had everything looking good and ready to go, and then **blip** all gone. So this is a slightly abbreviated version...

Last night I went with Eye Doc to a happy hour/cocktail party at the National Constitution Center. It was in conjunction with their Spy Museum exhibit. It was actually a little nicer than I thought it was going to be, but was the usual... people already had their clicks and weren't quite so anxious to include new people. But it was ok.

There was guy who flirted with us towards the end. I think he may have been more into Eye Doc, but when I fb friended him earlier today, he accepted and wrote back almost immediately. He was too old for me but funny. He used to work at the Pentagon so he gave us an "insiders view" of the exhibit. He was very much the kibitzer, so it was more fun and games than informational, but it passed the time. As we were leaving he asked if we had any business cards. Eye Doc said no, and I sort of followed suit, but in my bag were my "Sassy but Sophisticated" cards. Why didn't use them? I really need to get more comfortable with social situations and stop analyzing everything.

I was thinking this as we were leaving the museum, and while we were walking along, there was a very cute biker who had those blinking lights on the back and front of his bike. one of them had fallen off, so as Eye Doc & I passed and made some sort of "Oh, that's too bad" comment, so he looked up from picking up the light and asked me to blow on it, for luck he said. So I did and smiled again. And we kept walking. Eye Doc said that it looked just like a movie scene, very magical. I felt very much like Sophia Loren. Oh, did I mention he had an accent? Of course, little miss never paying enough attention to the person in front of her, can't say what he looked like exactly, or where is accent was from. But the moment? It was magical. I guess that's what they mean when they say live int eh moment? I just wish I was paying more attention to it as I was living it.

Tomorrow night? Book reading and signing by Jennifer Weiner at the Gershman Y!

Busy Weekend

So, the weekend actually started early on Thursday, courtesy of me getting Friday off from work, Yay!
Thursday was Dining Out for Life night, and if you didn't well, shame on you. I went with Rabbis Daughter to Starbucks before we met up with everyone else, just to catch up. It's been several weeks, months possibly, since I've really been going out. I guess just the winter still hanging on without spring really getting here, and then me trying to get myself back together from the whole Gipper fiasco... well, I wasn't really in a social mood, shall we say. So we sat down in a couple of their comfy chairs. I told her about my computer coming (next week people!!) She told me about meeting up with the Half Jap down in DC. (She doesn't really think it's going to go anywhere) I told her about Rori Raye, and she told me about how being a rabbi's daughter just amplifies the whole "there are no good men out there" scenario. I was a good venting chat. You know the kind.

Then we headed down to Mercato where we met with Boobs, the Shrink, and one of Rabbis Daughter's friends who I have to think of a name for. I think she may just stay an acquaintance for me. She a bit too negative, and not quite warm and fuzzy enough for me. the conversation took a rather unladylike turn, and i have to admit that it was me who kept steering ti there. I was just so fascinated by Ms Negative's responses. (perhaps that's what I'll call her) But the evening started discussing boob size, more specifically cleavage, most specifically mine. Boobs keeps telling me that i dress too conservatively, so when I showed up in a top that really was that revealing, but definitely more than typical, she made a comment which turned into a conversation. Funny how that happens at a table full of girls. This then moved to sex, positions, oral, likes dislikes, etc. Am I the only one who likes oral? (I mean really, really likes?) Now of course, I enjoy receiving more than giving, let's be real here, but part of what turns me on is giving too. Knowing he's as aroused as i am really gets me going. Anyway, so Ms Neg was like, "Yeah, no big deal. It's ok, but don't crave it. Who has time? I've got better things to do." Better things to do?! Than sex?! OK, perhaps this is what happens when you've been with the same person for several years, but G-d I hope I never feel so blase about the guy I eventually wind up with. She also mentioned spending Easter with her boyfriend's family. All she did was complain about them, what they did. that they gave out gifts and what they gave her and "wasn't it weird?" I just don't understand. Again, I hope that I love my man's family as much as him when i find him. I know what it is to not get along with in-laws. I don't want that for my future. I want a good family support system, both from my side and from his. Needless to say, even though the food was divine, I had a rather bad taste in my mouth as we left.

The next night, I had agreed to go with Rabbis Daughter to Ms Neg's for a makeup party. It was skincare and makeup by Arbonne. The concept of the products is really wonderful, and if they work, they just might be exactly what I'm looking for. To go along with my Raw Food Detox Diet that I need to get back on the bandwagon with. The evening went way longer than i had expected. We met at 7 at her place, which was actually a rather nicely laid out studio/1 bedroom in the Embassy Apt just off of Rittenhouse neighborhood. Probably too small and run by Philly Management Company, which I've heard mixed things about, but good to keep in mind. We didn't leave until close to midnight, and I, who had gone there thinking I was only going to buy something very small, wound up getting the whole skincare line but at a ridiculous (maybe about 70%) discount. Anyway, I'll let you all know what i think once it comes.

Saturday, I went to brunch with Boobs and Rabbis Daughter with my mom and sister. Boobs had mentioned at dinner that she had met everyone else's mother except mine and she found it rather suspicious. So, since my mom was going into town anyway, I suggested brunch. It went well. My sister managed to behave and my mother said they were both very nice. She found it a bit disconcerting that Boobs seemed to talk to her like she was an old woman. I didn't notice, but my mom was pretty freaked out. She's never been treated like an old person before and well, it was disconcerting like I said. Saturday was also the PIFA street fair. There were mobs of people so my mom, sister and I left Boobs & Rabbis Daughter to it and went about our day. It was nice though.

That was pretty much my weekend. Not bad, and I actually sort of glossed over quite a bit, cause I'm running out of time. I really need to post each day,so I can devote a full post to each individual thing that I do. Once my new computer comes, I promise, that's my plan.

So, on the home front- My mother's car is in the shop again. The brakes stopped working for my brother. He w able to get it to the shop, but then they called the next day to tell us that it will cost $900 to fix. It was only a month ago that we spent $900 on something else for that car. IT may be time for a new car, but I'm not sure where the money's coming from for it. So my mom's been using my car this week and I've been hitching a ride with my sister. Fun times! But I suppose it could be worse.

What else? Well, my mom texted me about the car Friday night when I was on my way tot he Arbonne party. In the same text that she's telling me about the car, she's told em that she decided to lower the price of the house yet again, we had just lowered it the week before. She said that she made the decision that either we want the most money for it, or we want to get out. We all know that right now the important thing is to get out, and I know she's right, but I can't help feeling guilty that I can't do more to help the situation. I do need to get out, but I don't want to leave her in a proverbial cardboard box on the corner, if you know what I mean. Where, G-d, is all this going/ending?