"Spring" = Twitterpaition

I've waited to post this until I was less twitterpaited. Otherwise I may have declared my undying love for Mr. Rubik's Cube (RC). Hmmm. It seems I may have just done so anyway.


A couple of weeks ago I went to visit RC and my mutual friends. I had some business in the city in which they live, and it was PhD's bf's birthday. Perfect time for the second meeting.


I have to admit I was excited when I found out he was coming. I was extra excited when I found out he originally wasn't coming but changed his mind when he heard that I was.


Over the course of the weekend I found out more tid bits of info that mean he and I are meant to be. That's right I said it.



*For example, he's a Star Wars fan. I am too. There I said it out loud. I love Star Wars. Not in a dress-up-in-costumes-and-act-out-scenes kind of way but more of a I just-really-liked-the-movies-and-possibly-may-have-read-post-movies-books kind of way. Whereas the Ex Accountant needed me to "explain" the movies to him. Um, they're movies, that children understand.


*His last name and my last name begin with the same letter therefore if we get married (whoa who knew I could be 'this' girl?) my initials won't change. I am kind of partial to my initials over the course of the past 26 years I have developed a way of intertwining them that I enamored with.


*His parents live in a small town about a 1/2 hour from where my parents bought their future retirement home. Why is this important? Well I hate the idea of switching out holidays. As in this Christmas with the in-laws, next Christmas with my family. With everyone so close we can see both sides of the family ("the family" who is 'this' girl).


Clearly I am slightly crazy. I will blame it on the fact that spring and summer came and went in one week, and apparently winter is back. And he will never know about this ever. Because while I think its fine for me to list such important things, I would totally freak if I heard he was too.


Seeing as it had been 2 months since I had last seen him, and since summer is approaching, and come summer my schedule is "unpredictable." I decided something had to happen to move this little infatuation along. Throw into the mix, that he is the shyest guy I have come across in a long time and that PhD's house is a zoo (Seriously 5 people and 3 dogs!) well I had to take matters into my own hands.


The opportunity presented itself when he offered to walk me to bed. (Walk me to bed huh? All the way upstairs and down the hall, what a gentleman.) I accepted as it would be the first (an only) time we were alone all weekend. As we were standing at the door to the spare/my room he was looking at me in a way I was completely unable to read. And since I liked him and had had my share of delicious homemade wine that night I kissed him.


And...He spent the night with me.


We kissed some more, but didn't go farther then that. I can't when I really like someone, I need it to mean something. I need to know he wants to be with me not just with someone. And that was the look in his eyes I couldn't read.


Did he want to be with me? Did he want to see me again? Or did he just want to spend the night with me?


It's been 2 weeks and I still don't know.


That's right. The RC did not ask for my number. He did say I see you again since you're moving here now. (Which is true. I will most likely be moving to PhD's city, but not until September and I kind of wanted to see him before that). He may have tried to kiss me when we dropped him at the bus station. I can't be sure. I know I was going in for a check kiss so I may have thwarted his attempts.


All I get from PhD is that yes he likes me but a) he's shy (and here I thought I made it clear I liked him, maybe I didn't) and b) he apparently had a run in with a "mean girl."


Some of my friends think I should give up. And part of me thinks this is valid. I don't want to be with a guy whose too shy to ask for my number. I'm not worried about his "mean girl" from the past. I have also been damaged by boys who were less then careful with my heart. And he is the first guy in 3 years (yes 3 years) that I have been this interested in.


Maybe I'll get to know him better and the infatuation will go away, or maybe it will grow. Maybe I'll one day be Mrs. RC or maybe I'm setting my heart up for more damage.


Most of the fun is waiting to see how it plays out ;o)

I'm Free

Yesterday was my last day car-pooling to work. I am free from traveling to and from work with my supervisor that I cannot stand.


Its not that he's a bad guy he's an Okay guy, but man, I won't miss him when my contract is up. I am definitely not going to miss how chatty he is at 7:30am.


Here are some of the awkward/annoying things he does/did:


~A squirrel made a dash for it in front of my car. He in the passenger seat, jerked so hard he spilled coffee all over. When I questioned him about it...he said he thought it was a deer. 3 inch tall squirrel : 5 foot tall deer? Not exactly the same. p.s. I didn't hit the squirrel.


~When I ask him a question, he blinks his eyes very slowly and nods, making me (and anyone else he does this to) feel like an idiot.


~He never paid my friend back when she bought him a ticket for a film festival.


~He wears his pants wrong. Not sure how exactly, but its wrong.


~When he doesn't know the answer to a question he makes one up


~His hair....


~Once he asked me out (awkward) and then cancelled via text. For which I was very thankful, as I was about to text him that "something had come up"


~He always has a story that's better then yours. No matter what the original story is.


~He tells me (at 7:30am) about his dates.


~The sole sound of his voice makes my skin crawl


But now I'm free!!!!


Even better, as of Thursday, I am on a new contract with a New Supervisor.



He will become someone I see in passing, sure he'll still run the lab, and I'll be in the lab from time to time but I will no longer work for him nor will I drive with him.


And that feels great!

Earth Day

Today is Earth Day!

So go out and Hug a Tree. C'mon, it'll feel good.

C.O.D.

For Christmas I got this:

Beautiful isn't it?

So you can imagine how sad I was when one day about a month ago I came home from work, popped my iPod in it's slot and got...No Sound! Nothing! Nada! I could see it working but couldn't hear anything.

This immediately lead to a medium sized panic attack, as I only just recently got my iPod back from 2 month away (2 MONTHS) from making no sound. I couldn't believe that my iPod was broken again, and after some very scientific testing, it turned out that my iPod was in working order but my dock was not.

At least that is still under warranty.

After calling the company I was told I would have to mail the stereo back to them for maintenance. Back to them mean Philadelphia. And therefore at least a $20 shipping fee. Oh and no they wouldn't me mailing me a postage paid box to preform said shipping. (I asked because when my computer crashed, that's what Compaq did)

So you imagine my surprise when about a week later a package arrived COD from Altec Lansing. I couldn't imagine they gave in and mailed me a box, and then charge me the postage. And no they didn't. Instead the mailed me a brand new stereo, and charged me the shipping. (What kind of company is this?)

So now I have two. One that works and one broken one. I am not going to pay another $20 to mail the broken one back to them...but I might pay someone to make it work (is that unethical? Its not like I asked them to mail a new one and there was nothing in the box but the stereo, no instructions whatsoever)

The really weird part is that they never even verified that I'd only that the first system for less the the one year warranty. They just shipped out a new one...so weird.

Packing...or not...

It's getting close to moving day. That means I have to pack.

I Absolutely Hate packing.

I'm looking around at the tiny room I've been living if for the past *gasp* year, and everything is in complete disarray.

It's awful.

I hate living like this, but this room is currently holding almost all of my worldly possessions and is a mere 8'x10'. Yeah thats right. Not only does it have all my current possessions, it also contains remnants of my childhood: Bunnikins tea set, multiple unicorn music boxes and many dead flowers from special occasions gone by.

One might think the though of muliple rooms in which to keep said possession would cause me to leap into action...sadly no. The idea of wading through the wreakage of this room is not appealing at all.

Moving in however. Is something I love! I don't think I'll ever tire of getting things out of boxes and finding just the right place for them to help make my accomadations my home.

But for now its just Thursday night. Packing is something best left til weekends, when it can be spiced up some with wine.

Here's to Plan D!

They tell you when you get older that time will move quicker.

As I child I thought this was ridiculous. I had learned about time in school, and there was no physical way to speed it up. I knew this because I had experienced just how long it took for my birthday to roll around every year...or Christmas...Halloween.

Oddly, it turned out that those grown-ups were correct.

Time does somehow have a way of speeding up on us. Not that you notice it in a day to day way. But more a week to week, or especially year to year. It is even increasingly more apparent when babies turn into toddlers, and toddlers into children and children into teenagers in what seems to be the equivalent of a week.

While I have no children of my own to watch, I am an "Auntie" to several small ones, some of whom are not actually that small anymore, and some of whom have yet to join us in the world, but as this time paradox shows, they will all be teenagers, by next fall, tops.

Upon reaching my mid-twenties, I've begun to take stock of my life. What I have accomplished? What do I regret? What should I have done by now? What do I want to do before I'm 30? (That's really the scary one, even the thought I could possibly be approaching 30...how did that happen?)

Turns out much of what I had planned for my life has not yet happened. (Some of these plans originated when I was about 15, and what did I know about life then!) These things include marriage and children. As of yet I have neither, but this does not bother me that much. I do however find it odd to think, that if I had followed Plan A, I would have been married for about a year by now, and planning children....whoa.

Plan B included a successful job and living in a small city somewhere working out how to save the world. I have a job, and if you measure success on a monetary scale...I'm slightly (and by slightly, I mean a lot) less successful then Plan B dictated, also, I live in a small town, with my parents.

When I realized Plan B was shot to hell I formulated Plan C. I liked Plan C of all my previous plans 'C' was definitely looking up. It allowed me to continue to live with my parents while working at my less-successful-then-hoped job while I gained enough "experience" to move on to the previously defined "successful job." All the while I would be paying off my car loan, my student loan and saving up to buy...a house! That's right I was throwing the old custom away, that you needed to "be" with someone to buy a house. I was going to save-up up and do it on my own!, by the time I was 30 (that gave me almost 4 years to save and get said "successful" job which I thought was sufficient time.)

But now, it looks as though Plan C will also be going down the toilet to mingle with Plans A, B, and C *sigh*.

Nothing to do but move on to Plan D.

What is Plan D? Now that's a good question. This is once again a time of change and opportunity. Plan D has not yet been defined. I do however know it contains these essential parts:

(a) moving into a cabin near the water at the end of the month
(b) attempting to get accepted into Graduate school for the fall
(c) enjoying what may turn out to be my last full time summer in Muskoka (so far I have enjoyed what may have been my last full time Muskoka summer 2x! on to round 3)

Should element (b) work out, I'll be in school full time for 2 more years, graduating at *gasp* 29 years old! And while I'll be poor, I may come out with offers/opportunities for said successful jobs, and still be able to purchase said house. Best of both worlds really.

So here's to Plan D!