I usually listen to Kevin and Bean on KROQ during my drive to work. However, this morning Stryker was on the air in their place. I checked the website, and the link to their show was removed. Is this an April fool’s joke or did they really get in trouble? Anyone have the scoop?
Jewsweek has a great article about Adam Mesh (including his thoughts on dating). Worth a read.
As I was driving home from work tonight, my “little” called just to say “I miss you!”. Isn’t that just precious? Unfortunately, I won’t be hanging out with her this weekend as I’m taking a little trip down to San Diego to be with my family for Passover.
Speaking of Passover–since I’ll be down in San Diego with the fam, I’m not sure how much I’ll be posting. I know you’re devastated, so please try to control your disappointment. Look at the bright side–at least you’re not eating matzah…
So I got into Del Mar Saturday afternoon and what have I done? Yesterday, I hung out at my dad’s office (he’s an optometrist), then went with my family for sushi, then came home and watched TV. Today, had lunch with a friend, her husband, and their adorable son. Came home and spent the rest of the day baking Passover desserts. Now we’re ordering in Oscars for dinner. Yum! Sounds terribly exciting doesn’t it? I know you’re jealous. Anyway, tomorrow is the first Seder and although I can’t vouch for the main course, I can confidently say dessert will be delish.
Oh–since I know many of you are disappointed with my lack of blog updates, I figured why not direct you to someone else’s blog–he’s a wonderful writer and always has great posts. So please, check out Words For My Enjoyment and tell Pauly I say hi.
The Dodgers are now officially moving my boyfriend Shawn Green to first base afterall.
Parchment paper–Amazing for baking, nothing sticks to it, and it can go in the oven! Why don’t more people use it?
Wow, what a busy weekend–I am actually glad to be back in LA (not words you hear often). It was great being home and celebrating Passover with family and friends, but returning to my own apartment in LA feels so nice.
While in SD, I received an email from my college boyfriend (yes, the one who was single when he took me out for dinner back in November to tell me I was the only woman he’s ever loved and thought he would marry) saying he has since started his own business, met a girl on Jdate, and has been living with her for the past two months. Shit, what have I accomplished since November?
Related Post: Reunited…
I recently decided I want a tension setting rather than the classic Tiffany setting for my engagement ring. Of course, this isn’t really important right now considering I am sans fiancee/boyfriend/even a good third date, but in case someone out there was thinking of proposing to me, that bit of information could come in handy.
You know when you’re waiting to turn left at a light without a left-turn arrow and the moron in front of you won’t turn and you have to sit through another light sequence before they get up enough nerve to go? Ugh! Drives me nuts!
Corresponded with my college boyfriend again, this time via IM. He told me his girlfriend, although “not perfect,” was “sweet,” and that he planned on asking her to marry him in a few months. Ouch. I’m not in love with the guy anymore–afterall, I was 22 when we broke up seven years ago, but it still hurt to hear him say he was going to marry someone else (ok, maybe I am slightly jealous, I’ll admit it). That was until he IM’d me this:
(sic) You are very pretty and have a great heart!! Many times I think about you and what a wonderful person you are…you were the first woman that I remeber loving and you will always have a special place in my heart. I wish I had the magical workds but anything I say will not quite come out right. Anyways sorry to tell you all this but for a long time I HAVE WANTED to tell you that I still love you!!! wow did not think that all this would be said ove IM
Sigh…I am so confused…
Spoke to said ex on the phone tonight. What a weird conversation–hearing someone I once loved tell me that I made it quite obvious when we had dinner last November that my interest in him was gone. (Sadly, it was, otherwise he would have proposed on the spot.) And that he’s moved on and allowed himself to fall in love with someone else. Ouch again. Don’t get me wrong, I never expected him to fly solo forever, nor would I ever want him to, but there was always a sense of comfort in knowing that I’m not alone in being alone. Messed up, I know…
Had a second (and final) phone call with The Ex today. Part of it went like this:
Me: Why are you saying you still love me?
The Ex: Because I do. I always will.
Me: But you’re going to propose to your girlfriend soon. I don’t think she’d appreciate that you’re still in love with someone else.
The Ex: That’s my problem, not yours. That’s something I need to deal with.
This just keeps getting better and better doesn’t it? In a way, I feel badly for his girlfriend…
Took my “little” to the Aquarium of the Pacific down in Long Beach today. It was a lot of fun, and especially cool because we got a behind-the-scenes tour (it’s all about who ya know) and got to feed the sharks from the top of the tanks. Then, I came home and saw The Ex’s phone number on my caller ID–twice. Aaaarrggghhh! Talked to him for about two minutes–mean stuff was spewed and I cried. Don’t think we’ll be speaking again.
Those of you that know me and The Ex (JAG especially) will find this hysterical. The Ex just called and asked if he could come over now to “hang out.” After responding “uh, NO,” The Ex asked if I would consider going away with him for a weekend. What the fuck???? I kindly pointed out that 1. I still wasn’t interested after seven years, 2. he has a girlfriend whom he lives with, and 3. oh yeah, he has a girlfriend. The Ex responded by saying those things didn’t matter and that there is no ring on his finger. When I suggested that perhaps he’s not truly in love (duh?!) and in the relationship for the wrong reason (to not be alone), he didn’t disagree and said that the situation “works” for him. He’s in a loveless relationship out of convenience and fear of being alone. How sad.
Help! My life has turned into a bad, bad, soap opera filled with drama! I think I liked it better when it was just an almost-romantic comedy…
After informing my parents of my ongoing dating hiatus and most recent saga with The Ex, mom and dad offered to treat me to a Jdate subscription (woohoo). So yesterday, between phone calls with The Ex, I redid my profile, activated my account, and went on an email frenzy. Here is my first response:
Hi. I appreciate your email, and you sound really cool, but to be honest (and feel free to knock me for this), I have a problem dating anyone who’s not at least a couple inches shorter than me (I’ve got other issues too, but I won’t get into all of them here). Hope you understand, and best of luck!
We are the same height. It’s not like he’s shorter than me or I am an amazon. We’re the same height. What gives? And why would you advertise you have other faults? I don’t get it…
While in the car with my “little” on the way to the Aquarium yesterday, we were talking about concert tickets. Specifically, how badly she wants us to get Hilary Duff concert tickets. (In case you’re wondering, uh, no, I’m not a Hilary Duff fan. But I am a really cool Big Sister. A REALLY cool Big Sister.) Anyway, I was reminiscing and telling her how when I was in high school, my friend and I waited in line for hours for concert (I think for Boingo? Am I right?) tickets. I explained to her that we woke up early, sat on the sidewalk, and just waited for our turn. My “little” turns to me with this confused look and says “Why didn’t you just buy them on the web?” If that’s not enough to make me feel old, I don’t know what is.
I am a fan of the serial comma. I admit it. While an editor at my college newspaper, I had the hardest time not using that second comma–it just looks like it should be there. Fortunately, there is no blog style guide and I can serial comma all I want here.
Now it’s time for your grammatical take on the following sentence:
Which do you prefer? And yes, I am aware I have too much free time today.
Yesterday, my co-workers and I got a lot of laughs out of this subservient chicken. Check it out.
Some verbatim searches from the past week:
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Just got back from a special industry night performance of Matt and Ben over at ACME. It was cute–not exactly what I expecting, but fun nonetheless. Fortunately, we had comps tonight–I’m not sure if I’d pay the $27.50 ticket price. Anyone else see it?
Went with a friend to see some friends perform free stand-up comedy (no cover and no minimum) in the Valley tonight. (OK, so it was on the other side of the hill, but it was still a good time!) I think there were almost ten comics, and the majority of them were pretty funny. As luck would have it, the headliner turned out to be a guy I dated briefly a few years ago (and haven’t talked to since). It was kinda cool seeing him again, although I would have preferred he ask what I was up to rather than inquire if my sister still worked for the lit agent. Oh well, I guess that’s LA for ya.
After the show, we continued our LA-cliched night and headed over to Swingers to join Hollywood hipsters for some late night food. The most amazing part of the entire night was that we actually got a parking spot directly in front of the restaurant–definitely a first for me.
Well, Jdate is finally beginning to prove date-full. I am corresponding with two men–Bachelor #1 is an employed screenwriter, educated, Jewish, my height, and even has hair. We talked on the phone yesterday afternoon and he sounded really cool, I am looking forward to meeting him this week. Bachelor #2 is an attorney, Jewish, way taller than me, a Big Brother (how cool is that?) and also has hair. The problem you ask? Well, while I was at the bar prior to the comedy show last night (7:45 on a Saturday night), my cell phone rang (it was Bachelor #2) so I let it go to voicemail. Then it rang again. And again. And, well, again. I finally answered it but it was so loud in there I could barely hear him. Not a great first conversation.
So, I’m beginning to wonder if a) He has dialing problems b) He has some weird aversion to voicemail, or c) He has stalker potential. You decide.
I’ve seen this on a bunch of blogs lately, so I figured why not do it too? So…I am now introducing the new Ask Me, Ask Me, Ask Me feature where you send me up to five questions about whatever you want–about me, about Los Angeles, whatever is on your mind, and I will answer all (or some) of them. Sounds fun, right? Ask away!
I know, I know. Major lag in posts. I’ve been busy, what can I say? Tonight is my date with Bachelor #2 and I am VERY excited. We spoke on the phone over the weekend and turns out we have a lot in common and shared some strange coincidences (serendipity perhaps?). Anyway, we’re going for drinks at one of my favorite bars tonight. I’m trying to tone down the excitement level as I don’t want to set myself up for disappointment, but this is a Jdate guy afterall. Cross your fingers for me!
I forgot to mention I got carded when I ordered a drink on Saturday night. I’m going to be 30 in three months. Not sure if I should be flattered or sad about the carding.
Not sure what exactly is going on, but somehow my template reverted back to the basic blogger one (i.e., all of my customizations are gone). I tried to recreate everything, but now people with 800×600 monitor settings can’t view the page correctly. Hopefully I’ll have this figured out soon.
Update: OK, I think it’s fixed. Let me know if the page looks funky to you.
Just got back from a veeerrrrryyyy looooonnnnngggg and booooooring dinner and drinks date with tonight’s Jdate. What a dud. Wish I had something more exciting to report. Hopefully Thursday’s date will prove more riveting. In the meantime, anyone know any nice Jewish boys?
This week’s Ask Me, Ask Me, Ask Me questions come from Pauly D.
1. What would you do with a tire-iron and a bag of salmon?
Since I don’t know what a tire iron is (and have never needed one, at least that I know of), I would probably give it away or sell it on ebay. Is it something worth selling on ebay? The bag of salmon, assuming it is fresh and edible, would go to my sister, as I don’t like salmon.
2. What TV character do you have the most in common with?
Well, considering most of my tv watching as of late has been reality tv shows, I would have to say no one I can think of.
3. Have you ever cheated on a boyfriend?
Nope, never cheated on a boyfriend–I’m a good girlfriend. (And currently single, so if you happen to know of a nice Jewish boy, I am available.)
4. Have you ever gotten food poisoning? If so, from what? Details.
Nope, never gotten food poisoning.
5. If you had to not answer one of the previous four questions, which would you have chosen to not answer?
I would most likely have not answered the part about the details of the food poisoning. Fortunately, that is not an issue.
Do you have five questions you want me to answer? Send them to me. Don’t be shy!
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In case you landed here looking for info on Adam and Sam from Average Joe, they are surprisingly still together. Here are the details. OK, so it’s only been a few weeks–let’s see what happens a month from now.
So I’m 0 for 2 this week with my Jdates. Had an ice cream date last night–he was really nice, and definitely a good guy, but who knows? I think we both left just sorta thinking eh, that was nice, but I’m not dying to go out again. I’m not sure if my expectations are too high or if I’m just jaded, numb, and burnt out on this whole dating thing. Whatever the reason, it kinda sucks.
Update: Jdate guy just emailed me saying he had a nice time, etc.
So when I spell checked my previous post on Blogger, it suggested changing “Jdate” to “jaded.” Kinda ironic, don’t ya think?
Saw 13 Going on 30 last night. What a cute movie, complete with a fun 80s soundtrack! I sort of expected Jennifer Garner to bug (not sure why exactly), but fortunately she didn’t. Anyway, I give it two thumbs up.
Took my “Little” to this karaoke-brunch place today. We were having a fun time, even though she didn’t know most of the songs in the book. I noticed a song by Paula Abdul, and thinking she’d be familiar with it, asked if she wanted to sing it. Her response? “Paula Abdul from American Idol? I didn’t know she was a singer.” She knows Paula Abdul only as a judge on American Idol, not as a former singer and dancer. Apparently my “Little” wasn’t even a twinkle in her parents’ eyes when that song was on the radio. Ouch again.
Being from Michigan originally, I have been known to use words that are, shall we say, quite uncommon out here in California. However, having lived in California since the mid 80s, most of those Midwest words have been replaced with the California version of them. For example: pop has become soda and highway has become freeway. The only term I STILL can’t get used to saying is sliding glass door rather than doorwall. My friends look at me with this blank stare when I ask “Did you notice if I closed the doorwall?” I find it hard to believe that doorwall is a Michigan-only word. Has anyone else out there heard of it? Or use it?
Put these LA people in order of quasi-celebrityness, with 1 being the highest and 5 being the lowest: Angelyne, Hal Fishman, Paul Moyer, Bobby Trendy, and Dennis Woodruff.
For all you ice-cream lovers out there, today is Free Cone Day at Ben and Jerrys. My co-workers and I are going to walk over to the mall for an ice-cream break this afternoon. What a perfect day for it too, considering it’s in the 90s again!
Jdate #2 really did turn out to be a bust. Here’s how it transpired: I got an email from ice-cream-man the day after we met. He said it was great meeting me, he had fun, thanks, etc. We’ve exchanged numerous emails everyday since then, but he never asked me out for a second date. Just as I was beginning to find that strange, I got The Email. You know the one, it starts off with “I wanted to talk to you about something.” and usually ends with “I hope we can be friends.” Turns out ice-cream-man met another girl before he and I met and they have been on–get this–a whopping two dates. He wants to see where things will lead with her. Oh well. At least I got an ice cream out of it.
In other news, I just found out my friend got tickets to this Saturday’s Dodger game–we will be sitting very close to #15. Woohoo!
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OK, technically not school school, but UCLA Extension school (read: just for fun). Yep, I’m taking that awesome Sneak Preview class yet again! For those of you unfamiliar with it, Sneak Preview is a weekly class held at the Writers Guild Theater, in which we screen a movie prior to it’s release, then have a Q&A with someone involved with the film. The speakers range from actors to directors to lighting people and always provide for a lively discussion. Tonight’s film was Laws of Attraction and the speaker was producer David T. Friendly. I have to admit, I didn’t stay for the Q&A because I wasn’t all that thrilled with the film–it was very predictable and the product placement in it drove me nuts! Next week’s film is Seeing Other People.
Had plans to hit Century City mall after work today for yet another pair of Express’s Editor Pant (love those pants!). However, after reading the headlines, that plan has been scratched. Guess I’ll be dodging the camera clad peeps in the tourist trap known as Hollywood and Highland instead.
Every Thursday in Century City there is a farmer’s market. Being a creature of habit, every Thursday I visit said market for my weekly dose of freshly popped kettle corn. Today’s visit to the market began like every other, save for the noticeable police presence on the street. (We’re walking distance from the mall.) Until–a (kettle corn turned flower) vendor that I have briefly chatted with every Thursday for the past three years came up to me and handed me a long stem rose. How sweet is that? Absolutely no romantic interest on my part, but a kind gesture nonetheless!
