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?