Shes my Girl....

Well ill be dammed if i don't love Rachael Ray more. She is my girl! So, in loo of trying to not be a party girl two nights in a row, i asked wing man if he would like to come over for dinner last night. I made Rachael Rays You wont be single for long Vodka Cream Pasta. He got to enjoy my kitchen skills. Hmm. I worked :-)

Chicken, bawk bawk bawk

I am so chicken shit to have the "talk" with wing man that i had to break down and TEXT him asking him if we are exclusive....Yes i did that just right now, after having spent all last night with him. i am so effing lame i can't even tell you! Isn't it funny that i am not afraid to to do about anything, but i can't ask a man that i like if we are exclusive to his face???? What is wrong with me? This is exactly what will drive a woman to madness.i am VERY disappointed in myself for being so chicken right now. I hope he doesn't think I'm a mental person


i am still waiting a response...

If i dont get the response i am hoping for, would that be considered the TEXT OF DEATH? :-) Ha ha

RIP Bea... i love you

Sad Sad Sad.... i really almost cried. Bea Arthur has passed. She dies of cancer yesterday at the ripe age of 86. Bless her heart! Oh if this seems a little odd to you, did i ever tell you about my OBSESSION with the show GOLDEN GIRLS? I have been watching the GG since i was in elementary school. I remember staying up late on those hot summer nights, and watching the hilarious ladies. I just cant get enough of that show! i have been on the search for the first couple of seasons of the show on DVD with Little success. So we should all bow our heads and sing this little tune in her honor....

Thank you for being a friend Traveled down the road and back again Your heart is true your a pal and a confidant. And if you through a party Invited everyone you ever knew You would see the biggest gift would be from me And the card attached would say thank you for being a friend.

Your forever my Dorothy Zbornak

A day in the life of Facebook

I have had a LOVE/Hate relationship with face book. Some days i love it, and some days i want to delete my account. However, it has me hooked. I am a 25 year old woman and i can't seem to escape the heroin like addiction to the stupid networking site! But today brings this whole face book thing to a new level. I often find that i have to censor myself due to the fact, that it A. can been seen by numerous people, including one that i don't want to see it. 2. It could come back to bite me in the ass one day and 3. i just don't want to know what people think :-) With that said i posted this on my fb today in which i know will get a sloo of comments... let the games begin. I posted on my status.

...some people sit at home and cry wondering why they are single. not me, i know EXACTLy why i am single.

Oh i can see the comments now. People that dont want to rock the boat will say something like, oh your a great catch... dont be silly. It is not those comments i am worried about. Actually worry is the wrong word for this. It is more like shit someone is going to call me out on my ass behavior and say they know why i am single to, and i better knock it off if i ever want to be in a relationship....

Hmm. that is some food for thought. and here is some other fb findings today that makes me want to slap someone. I try to censor myself so i dont offend the masses, but dont you think that least some people can do is the same. This comes to my attention because of a picture. Now it is kind of cute when people use pictures other than themselves for their profile pic, sometimes. Now hear me out. Yes you have the people that use their dogs, or their kids, or something super random, but this girls that i just saw went way out of line.... well at least in my opinion. She used a picture of her child as her profile pic. Her UNBORN FETUS child was her pic. Oh yes ji do not lie, but i gaged a little. Im sorry but that is just f-ing sick. Really do you think that it is ok to subject others to a picture of your fetus!!!! COME ON PEOPLE!!! use your heads! thats just sick. Sorry if this makes me seem like an asshole, but that is my opinion... it looked like a damn alien for gods sake

Did I just hear him say girlfriend...?

secret smile

So... i was cornered by the dear wing man at work this morning... Men!! I gave in.. he did this shity grin while asking me if i was still mad at him. ugh! i couldn't keep up my angry front... hes taking me to dinner tonight. Tonight may be the night that the talk has to happen. I guess i will have to see what this evening will bring. No pressure

Greek dissapointment

I celebrated my first Greek Easter yesterday. And for those of you who do not know, yes, Greek Easter is real. It is a week after the "normal" Easter. The food was amazing, drinks were flowing, and the company was inviting. My disappointment does not lay in any of these, but in me date, or should i say lack there of. Yup, wing man... I am a little disappointed. I am trying not to be, and i don't feel that i am over reacting, but this is the sitch.

I had asked him earlier in the week, and he said that he was going to be very busy with work seeing as he was gone for a week, but he would for sure try. Yesterday morning rolls around. I texted him that dinner was at 3, and that i hope he was still coming. He texted back " i think i can make it, ill call you later" So i go about my business happy that I'm sure he will be able to make it. I'm getting ready, and 2:00 comes and goes, with no call. 2:30, I'm in the car running slightly late, still no call. So i call him. I leave a message. saying that It is 20 to 3 and you have not called me like you said you would, and i want to know if he is coming. Driving driving driving... no call. I get to the dinner... stall for 2 minutes, then give myself that hey its OK whatever pep-talk. Get into the party. The moment i so wanted to avoid... " hey ash! great seeing you! Where is wing man? CRICKETS........ At this point i did not know what to say... I'm embarrassed. i try my best to hide it, but how can i hide that from my besty the Colombian princess (shes good... she knows my faces), So i just shrugged my shoulders and kissed the sweet little doggy that came to greet me. Now thankful that the subject was not pushed, but UGH!!!!!! how frustrating! So i grab a cocktail and settle in. Both to the room filled with my friends, and the thought that of f!$# it... hes not coming. About an hour later i go to check my phone. Missed call. It was him. listened to the message. " Hey it me just saw you called, call me" OK breath... I called back. i was sent to Voicemail... so i texted him that i tried calling. I went back to the party. 20 min later come back to check my phone. He is calling. I answer. Hey... " hi, i missed your call. are you at the dinner?" Breath... yes i am at the dinner. "oh, yeah i just don't think I'm going to make it, i don't really feel up to it" Well no shit Sherlock!!!! By now i get that! So i was like ok fine, i have to go. Click.

OK, i was not going to throw a fit about it and this point, but hear me out. Yes i am disappointed, I wanted him to be thee, but i understand. BUT... the part that chaps my ass (i love saying that) He did not have the respect to call me before the dinner began to call me and decline the invite. Now... I'm sure, actually i would bet on it that this morning when he woke up, he knew that he did not want to come to the dinner. Which is fine, but couldn't he have told me that... That's all i would have liked. Just a simple hey thanks for the invite, but i am going to pass for whatever reason. All i wanted was that. Tell me that you are not going to come BEFORE i show up without you, to avoid the embarrassment.

With that said, i had a wonderful evening. then... my damn purse called him. damn it!!! He calls... hey i saw that you just called, whats up? I did not mean to call him. Actually i did not even want to talk to him. I'm trying to not be all 16 year old girl on him, but seriously i was disappointed. So he makes small talk with me asking what my week looks like, he wasn't to get together, if i can make some time... he will call me tomorrow

I slept on it (actually i should say tried to sleep). I'm still slightly upset. I can't help it. This is exactly what i wanted to avoid. I start to like him, and the disappointment rolls in. I am starting to feel myself slowly receded into the pre wing man MAN-tality... hmmm