Wall clock vs Mariana

Sunday morning I had plans to meet up with my friend Roxy and go scrapbooking. Yes I said scrapbooking. Ok, you can stop laughing now. Nevertheless I needed to start packing the million different bits I was going to take over for her and I to share on our quest to craft! I went into the spare bedroom to get my scrapping bag (yes its a bag specifically set aside for scrapping) but little did I know that what would follow would be the worst 24 hours of my life.

I opened the closet door and pulled out the bag. I closed the door and quickly turned around to say something to my father when I felt something hit me on the top of my head. I was dazed for a bit, startled really because I didn't know what happened. I started to do that thing that babies do when they laugh and cry at the same time. I couldn't figure out what the heck happened!! My dad rushed over and asked me if I was okay. 'I don't know' was my response. I felt nauseated and dizzy all at once. Right away I had a mean headache. I stuck it out for a couple of hours and then finally decided to go to Urgent Care. Once I got there the doctor checked me out and let me know that I have a concussion and I should take it easy. If I felt nauseated or dizzy I should go to ER.

Fast forward a couple of hours. I still had a killer headache so I decided to go to bed early. I went to bed but woke up startled because my head couldn't stop spinning. I ran to the bathroom and threw up non-stop. I couldn't stop throwing up. At this point I was sweating like a crackhead de-toxing. I couldn't move from the pain so my parents called 911. The paramedics came and took my vitals, etc. They said I needed to go to the ER.

Once I arrived at the ER I took a quick pit stop to the bathroom where I again couldn't stop throwing up. I finally got taken in where I was seen by a doctor. He diagnosed me with Vertigo which was the reason I was throwing up. I was given Anti-Vert as well as a short for the nausea. I felt slightly better but not 100% percent. Once I was discharged I went home and went straight to bed. It was around 3am at this point.

Today I went to see my regular doctor and she suggested I get a CATscan done to make sure there were no fractures or internal bleeding. I got the results a couple of hours ago - no fractures and no bleeding. Yay!

The moral of the story is : (1) Don't hang heavy clocks in locations where people close/open doors. (2) Scratch that, don't hang heavy clocks anywhere they could potentially hurt someone. (3) Vertigo sucks. (4) Always wear a helmet.

You should know that I won. In addition to a chunk being taken out of it the wooden clock no longer works. It helps to have a hard head...lol!

These people are rad...

I was on http://boingboing.net/ the other day upon the suggestion from a co-worker and I have to say I'm in love. The website is filled with tidbits from everything - art, music, news, etc.

There is this great group of collaborative artists that make up 'The Glue Society'. Its composed of artists - writers, directors, as well as designers. They sure come up with some random stuff but overall its amazing. You have to check it out.

http://www.gluesociety.com/

I just don't know...

I'm confused. Far more then usual. I just don't understand what makes a guy want a second date with a girl. If you go out with someone and you have a great time and its expressed by both parties does that constitute grounds for a second date? When did this all become so complicated? Upon suggestion for a friend I decided to sign up for e-harmony. So far its been 'okay'. I try not to take it too seriously or get too involved with people I meet but its so difficult not to. I found out that my best friend is pregnant and even though I'm insanely happy for her and wish her all the best...I want that too!! I just keep wondering when it will be my turn. I have a great job, amazing parents and friends, etc. Ugh!! It just starts to wear on you after a while. What to do.

The sabbatical is over

Upon the suggestion from a friend (Tony) I decided to go on a sabbatical from men. He didn't think I could do it, but boy did I prove him wrong! I ended up not dating any boys for 90 days. Okay, okay. I did make out with one boy and cuddle with him (clothes on) but I don't really consider that a reason to be disqualified. When I embarked on this sabbatical I really thought that once it was over I would be super excited to get back out there and date. Sadly, I am not.

I'm a little disappointed with the men I've met lately. The ones that I do like don't like me back and vice versa. The one guy that I had a serious crush on has decided to not text or call me anymore *sigh*. What can I do? I let him know I was into him, and maybe that was the kiss of death. Who knows. I just don't understand why dating is so difficult. Everyone says that when you are not looking that's when you will find the person you are meant to be with. Now if I'm not looking...how will he know to find me? That's a question that seriously boggles my mind.

What this has let me to believe is that its time to re-direct my focus onto myself. Work on me. Become the best person I can be. Make the best life for myself and if someone is meant to join me on the journey then great! If I am meant to be alone then I will have to deal with that bridge when it comes to it. I'm not a terrible person, you won't go blind looking at me, I have all my teeth, and I can probably make you laugh. All in all though I'm blessed. I have a great job, wonderful friends, the best parents, and my health. In the grand scheme of things...its really not that bad.

What happened?

With the time? I'm two months away from being 30 and let me tell you I'm having some serious qualms about it. Don't get me wrong, I don't look my age, not in the slightest bit but I'm just having some issues with it. I guess it stems from the fact that all (or the majority) of my friends are married, in a relationship, and/or having baby. And me...well I'm not even close to be in any of those situations. Sure I have crushes...but lately these days they don't seem to amount to much. After a while you just start to think that maybe there's something wrong with you and I just might be my neighborhood's new cat lady...ew.

Give me cheesy bread, hold the men

Last night I met Christine at The Smokehouse in Burbank before heading off to Hollywood for our night out. It was her grandfather's birthday so it was fun to see him and his wife of 50 years all dolled up and celebrating. I'd never been to The Smokehouse before but I had heard a lot of good things about it. Can I just say that the cheese bread they serve is amazing? I mean it is literally a piece of cheesy heaven goodness. Christine has gone on and on about the bread but I didn't pay too much attention to it but she was right..it rocks. If you are in the Burbank area you should check it out.

http://www.smokehouse1946.com/Home.html

We stayed in Burbank for about an hour and then headed over to Ritual in Hollywood (I know, I know totally not my scene). But in my quest to find Mr. Right I somehow convinced Christine to go with me to a 'Lock and Key' event. If you have never been to one of these then I suggest you take a look at their website http://www.lockandkeyevents.com/.

The whole process itself is a bit phallic. Girls wear a lock around their neck and guys have a key around theirs. The goal is to unlock as many locks as you for which you receive a ticket to be entered into a raffle. They have all sorts of different prizes - cruises, movies, spa treatments, etc. I was a bit leary of going in the club as Christine parked the car. Car loads of women kept parking their cars. All I could think about is that I was at the wrong event. Once we got in I seriously wanted to run for the door. The men that were already there were in their late 40s/early 50s. Nothing wrong with older men...just not my thing. I decided to snap myself out of it though and keep a positive mentality. I talked to a couple of interesting people which was good. Most of the guys though were quite creepy. One of the re-occuring questions of the evening was 'What do you do?' I mean after all it is Hollywood. I made it short by saying that I was in sales. No reason to get into every aspect of my job (i.e. the prostitution, money laundering, embezzlement). If I recall correctly his name was 'Mike' and he said that he was in commercial real estate in which I smartly responded 'Business must be booming'. To which he responded and said 'No, but its okay because my dad is rich' hmm...really? I couldn't hold back, just had to speak my mind, and said 'Does that line really work on women'. Seriously I'm not a total raging bitch but I can't stand those douche-bag comments.

Overall though it was fun to hang out with my friend and drink the night away. I must have had about 5 drinks within a 3 hour period. I did meet a cute physician though. He got my number, and I got his so I guess we'll see. I'm not holding my breath or sending out wedding invitations just yet. Let's be real...it is Hollywood after all.

The night ended with a lovely 1am food fest at House of Pies. I had a blt/turkey sandwich with some crispy fries. To top it off Christine and I shared a piece of Bavarian Chocolate cream pie. Yum, yum.

Did someone fart?

Sifting through my email I came upon something I find particularly insane.

http://www.thrillist.com/archives/2008/09/subtle_butt_la_los_angeles_gadgets_grooming.html

Seriously. When did excusing yourself to go into the other room to fart become too much of a hassle? Now you can paste these little guys into your undies and fart all you want. Have we really gotten that lazy?

I myself tend to be the silent but deadly kind of girl. I know, I know. It seems impossible but if I'm really comfortable with someone (i.e. mom, dad, friends) I just let one ripp without saying anything. Then when the other person says something I act dumb for a couple of seconds and then claim it. That's mine!!! I had a boss once that was very open about her gassiness. She would just go ahead and fart, say a quick 'excuse me' and then continue on with the conversation. Now that's classy. I wouldn't necessarily go that far in front of my boss but to each their own. I try not to judge.

In other news I woke up with a gnarly stiff neck. Not sure if I slept wrong or if it was from helping mom carry heavy stuff yesterday but it hurts! So much so that I cancelled a hike with Tony today. I literally have to turn my whole body if I even want to see something over my shoulder. Bew!

The word 'busy'.

One of the most overly used words in the dating scene - 'busy'. It just cracks me up when you are talking to someone and they tell you - 'I'm so sorry that I didn't call you for 2 weeks. I've been really busy.' Wow. Really?

And here I thought that I was the only one who had a 40+ hour a week job, took 1 educational class, 3 different exercising classes a week, and still managed to go out on the weekends. Hmm...busy huh?

Could it really be that someone is busy or is it more that they didn't have time to put you into their schedule? Let's be honest. If someone wants to do something they will make time for it. I think we can all agree on that. I didn't have to go to the mall yesterday, I had plenty of other things to do however I somehow made time to go to Macy's and spend some cash. Do you know why? Because I WANTED to. Oh! That's it! You make time to do the things that you want to do. If you want to get to know someone you will make an effort to take 5 minutes out of your 'busy' day to drop them a text, email, or simple phone call. Its not like they are asking for your kidney. And if they are then you might want to direct them to the hospital or the black market.

Bottomline is this - If you want to get to know someone make the effort to show them that you are interested. This goes both ways. I know that guys are just as guilty of it as girls. Sometimes we get too caught up in what we are doing that we assume the other person is going to make all the moves...don't. Treat someone the way you want to be treated. Personally I will initially show that I am interested in someone but if its not reciprocated then I just lose interest. No one wants to put effort into something if there is nothing being received in return. Where's the fun in that?

And so it goes...

This whole dating thing is truly for the birds. Why can't people just be up front and honest anymore? Is it really that difficult? I personally don't think so but the majority of people I meet out there seem to think it is. Maybe my expectations are just a bit too high. I think Boo Radley had the right idea. Its probably best to stay in side and carve figurines out of bars of soap. Life would be way less complicated that way.

Dating Tip #1

I know that when I go out on a date I always brush my teeth before I leave the house. Why? Well for starters I like to take care of my teeth. That coupled with the fact that there's nothing worse then talking to someone who has bad breath. I know everyone has experienced this before. I was fortunate enough to actually experience this on a date. Yay me!

I met G.B. (I'll be nice enough to not disclose his name) on CL (Craigslist) for you folks out there living under a rock. He responded to a post I had put up on there. He seemed cute from his pictures and we had great conversations over the phone. When we finally met in person I didn't want to run away, but the minute he started talking I seriously wished I had packed my gas mask in my purse. I'm not sure what he had eaten before meeting me but his mouth smelled like wet trash! As he edged closer to my side of the table I tried to conjure up some sort of excuse to run out of there but couldn't think of one for the life of me. Grrr! G.B. then decided that we should go for a walk which was good, at least this way with a little air between us I wouldn't have to smell his breath so much. I took this opportunity to bring out my pack of gum which I so kindly offered him some. He passed saying that he 'was fine'. Hmm....ok. Are you serious?

I'm going to spare you the details on how he tried to kiss me because I feel a touch of nausea coming on.

Moral of the story is - BRUSH YOUR TEETH. Would you want to kiss the bottom of a trash can? No I don't think so. Unless you have some wierd sort of fetish for those type of things. At the very least pack some gum or mints. Trust me. Your next date could depend on it.

This blog?

What is this blog you ask? Well that is simple to answer. I'm going to write about my trials and tribulations in dating.

I know, I know. How exciting can it be right?

Well I don't know if its just my good luck but I come across some class acts and why not write about it?

Besides, if you can learn from my mistakes isn't that worth something? If you don't learn from my mistakes at the very least you can laugh at some of the stuff I go through because it really is funny.

Along the way I will also post some links/articles that I find interesting and might actually be helpful. Oh yeah, I'll also probably post things on here that I find interesting that are not about dating.