Update

After receiving countless email requests to update Shicsa, here I am. It’s been a slow week, not slow in reality, just slow in blogland. For those of you that count on me for your daily dose of laughter/reality/single-gal tales…get ready!

TH has willfully rejected me after swooning over me for weeks. He started by making me dinner, which quickly moved into a Coldplay concert, wine tasting, and the opera. That’s right people, I said opera. I bought a kick-ass dress and we headed off to the opera. It was the most romantic date I have ever been on, it was truly a memorable experience. So he took me to the god damn opera and THEN decided to leave me high and dry. Apparently wine tasting and the opera, all in one week, is a normal occurrence for this man. When he informed me that he would be going to FL for seven weeks for work and that I needed to quickly come over to retrieve my coat, I knew it was over. I let him kiss me on the cheek and we said our good-byes. Another one bites the dust.

However, Bill, (aka Big, a la Sex in The City), has made a reappearance. The dock-taa is busy as usual but not too busy to call and wish me good luck with my job interviews this week. Uh, why does he decide to be normal when I least except it? I know he’s up to something because he’s being super nice.

There is someone new who continues to surprise me. After meeting TH on Yahoo I decided to take my profile down because I was really interested in him and I didn’t want to continue to be bombarded by emails from losers, rejects, and derelicts. So while I was in the process of this I received an interesting email from a guy named Mike. He was really funny and his picture was cute, so I emailed him back and we agreed to meet for a drink. He’s got dark brown, kinda curly hair, he’s 6’4 and he has a great smile. Turns out he went to Stanford on a baseball scholarship and after a shoulder injury he realized his dream of playing professional ball was over. So he went to work as a consultant training the staff in the professional baseball stadiums how to run their operations. What a cool job! The week after we met for a drink he had to go down to sunny San Diego to help set up Petco Park for opening day. He’s been down there for the last three weeks and last night he called. Let me tell you what a pleasant surprise that was! I have been on thousands of dates with all different types of men. I’ve heard it all, I’ve seen it all and I didn’t really expect to hear from Mike again, given that so much time would lapse between out initial meeting and when he would be back in town at the beginning of April. Apparently I made a lasting impression on Mike and he would “really like to see me again”. Well, whatdoyouknow?

As far as my professional life is concerned, many of you will be happy to know that my career as a consultant, I mean lackey, for TGG is soon coming to a close. Next Friday will be my official last day and I am looking forward to moving on and moving up!

Cheers!

P.S. If UCLA cuts it any closer, I might have a fucking heart attack people!

March Madness

Update after day one:

As I've already said to Dima Marquette screwed me over. 'Cuse fucked me BIG TIME and I have NO idea what the hell happened to Nevada, SD State, and BC flirting with the notion of losing to Pacific. DubyaTeeEff, people.

My final four picks are as follows:

Duke, UCLA, UCONN (sorry Dima), and Florida.

Good Night and Good Luck.

More blonde than I wanna be...

Best blonde joke, ever!

Twentysomething

They say that your twenties are the time for figuring out who you are as an individual and based on that, what you want in a partner. From what I can figure so far, I'm pretty fucked up. Here's why:

1. I'm twenty-eight and I haven't had a boyfriend in nearly three years. Either it's because the men I meet are idiots (mostly true) or I am the idiot (quite possibly true).

2. My therapist thinks I have a fear of abandonment and becasue of that a fear of intimacy.

3. They say that the relationship between your mother and your father is the basis for your future realtionships. If that's true, then I'm really fucked because that relationship was practically non-existent and doomed from the start.

Isn't it ironic that what I'm searching for is what I fear the most?

Putting the Eff You in Fun

One of the down sides to being an only child is having to bear the brunt of your parents’ resentment and one of the joys is, of course, basking in their love. In my case it seems there has been much more of the former. Having said that, it is important to note that I have a memory deficiency, I don’t have one. For those of you who are not aware, I was raised by a single mom who did the best she could to keep a roof over our heads and food on the table. There wasn’t much time for double-checking homework, recitals, or weekend soccer games. We were together most of the time and when we weren’t I was either at daycare or when I was old enough, home by myself. I remember feeling lonely and afraid most of my childhood. Lonely because I played by myself all the time and I so wanted a little sister to play with. I remember I would line up all my dolls, bears and whatever random stuffed animals I had and I would read to them and make believe that I was their teacher. The fear comes from being afraid of what would happen to me if my mom died. What kid worries about their mom dying? That’s some fucked up shit. The reason for the trip down memory lane is because as an adult I’m finding it very difficult to negotiate a relationship with her when most of the time I just want her to be my friend and other times when I need my mom.

True Love

I heart working from home. I love it so much I wanna be its baby-mama. I love it more then BLT sandwiches and rock star parking when your running ten minutes late. I love it more than freshly waxed eyebrows and and a new pair of sunglasses. I love it more than the aggressive snuggleing Figaro does in the morning. I love it MORE than a brand-spankin' new pair of my-ass-looks-so-hot-in-these-jeans.

Yellow

Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah they were all yellow,

I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow

So then I took my turn
Oh all the things I've done
And it was all yellow

Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know you know I love you so
You know I love you so

I swam across
I jumped across for you
Oh all the things you do
Cause you were all yellow

I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do A
nd it was all yellow

Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know for you i bleed myself dry
For you i bleed myself dry

Its true look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you l
ook how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine l
ook at the stars look how they shine for you