Pain

Well, I know I told you I was taking a break, but I guess I lied. I am just popping on to say that this stuff I am working on is causing me to have a headache the size of Texas. Additionally, the stress has given me TMJ (I hope temporarily) and I am popping my stupid jaw like an idiot every five seconds.

I just wanted to say that THIS is the only thing getting me through and I am extremely grateful for it.

We Were On a Break!

I just wanted to say hi and that I am in the middle of some stuff for my "career" that means I don't have too much time for my favorite internet pastime, blogging. However, it's all due soon, so I will be back shortly to resume my regularly blogging schedule.

Naturally, if anything seriously blog-worthy happens, I'll break my rules of study and let you know. Meanwhile, don't forget to check back in with me occasionally and I look forward to catching up soon!

Love,

Bossy

PS-- I don't know why lately I have been signing my posts. Do I think I am writing you a letter? I can't say for sure.

Attention Fellow TV Fans:

Are any of you watching "Dirt", the new show on F/X with Courteney Cox?

I am, and I need to discuss it with someone. That is one freaky show.

Please let me know. Thank you.

Bossy

Me? Weird?

Well, I got the tag from Jilly, so here are 6 weird things about me:

1) I sing a lot. I make up songs all the time, mostly non-songs that are just sentences set to music. I used to sing all my questions to my mom and make her sing the answers back to me. For example: WHAT is for dinner? and she would sing "Beef Stew" and so on. Anyway, my husband pretends not to like it but I think secretly he does.

2) Whenever I get in any body of water (even a pool) I am overwhelmingly homesick for my mother's house. Even if my mom is with me, I still get that initial feeling of weirdness. It goes away pretty quickly, and I'm used to it, but it has happened my whole life. I have some theories about this, but they might be too weird to share.

3) I have never used any sort of color on my hair. I get my hair cut regularly, but other than that, hair maintenance has never been that important to me. I rarely dry my hair. I do brush it in the mornings, but I don't keep a brush with me.

4) I can't go on a car trip without a legal pad. Inevitably, I will make lists with my car companions. (I am sure they think this is fun). Some of the traditional lists include: States you have been too, all the teams in the SEC, ACC, and Big 10, Team Mascots, Capitols, Countries you've visited, BCS games, etc. I've been doing this most of my life.

5) I don't mind moving, because I love packing. (I'm not real big on physical labor, so the actual moving isn't that great). I also REALLY LOVE the unpacking at the new place and putting everything where it is supposed to be.

6) The first thing I ever bought on ebay were the 90210 dolls. This was in 2004. I know you know I like 90210, but I don't think you understand how much I still think about it.


Bad news: I feel like a complete loser now.

Tag: Snake Nation
Brielvis
Sarah

They Say Confession is Good for the Soul

So here's mine for the day:

I've eaten the past three meals at Chick-fil-A.

That's right. Dinner last night, breakfast this morning, and lunch today.

Here's another lil' secret:

I'm not tired of it. However, I'm not having it for dinner tonight. But I could.

Drag Queen

Last week I was leaving my place of work, driving to lunch, when I heard a terrible, awful noise. I knew it was coming from my car, which has been having all sorts of problems lately. For example, the heat doesn't work.

Anyway, instead of investigating, I got on the phone with Mr. Bossy immediately and was like "Something is REALLY wrong with my car. It's making a horrible noise.... oh wait, hold on, it's changing. Wait, it stopped".

So, I look in the rearview mirror and what do I see? One of those orange traffic cones. I had been dragging it for a few blocks, and finally dislodged it. Needless to say, I just kept on driving in my noise-free car.

After I returned to work, I had to go on an errand with my boss. As we passed where I had dislodged the cone, I was like "Hey, there's my cone!" He made me get out of the car and get it and hold it in my lap until we got back to work.

Lesson learned: don't confess to stupid stuff like that.

Outside the Circle of Love

OK, now, I need to preface this by saying I do have friends. I have lived basically in the same place for most of my life, and in that time have made some wonderful friends that I love very much.

HOWEVER.

There is a certain organization in my city that I have been a part of since 1998. There are a lot of people in this group, but whenever it meets, I am generally around the same people. I have traveled several times with this group, to places around the country. There are some weeks that we are together EVERY SINGLE NIGHT.

For some reason, I cannot seem to make friends in this group. I have a few friends (like 3), but I also know them from somewhere else. They are not always required to be there when I am , and when they aren't there, I am always alone.

Sometimes I will just sort of walk down the hall behind someone that I sort of know, on the off chance that she might turn around and say hi to me or something. Never happens.

So, Monday night, I am at this thing, and a small group of us are waiting outside the big room for our turn to be called in. I don't know these people well, but we are all part of the same organization, we're all waiting for the same thing, etc.

I am not lying when I tell you that these people FORMED A CIRCLE and left me standing just outside it. Not like I was across the room and they were talking. I was about 6 inches outside the circle. They talked and laughed. I stood there.

What's weird is that I am not shy or quiet at all. I am not scared of people and can hold a conversation. However, if you asked any of these people about me, if they even knew who I was, they'd be like "Oh, Bossy? She's REALLY shy. She never says a word".

Which is, of course, the opposite of true. Oh well, I showed them. They are now immortalized in a blog. So ha.

Turmoil

Well, I am glad that you all enjoyed getting things off your chest in the last post. I welcome that behavior anytime.

I was out of town for the weekend, up in the mountains leading a retreat. Friday as I was getting ready to go, I somehow managed to slip down in my cowboy boots (which I love, BTW... I got them for my 17th birthday, which means they are getting VERY OLD). Anyway, I was wearing them, and the heel slipped and I hit the ground. HARD.

I managed to land on my side, and I was so stunned that I just lay there for a while, wondering what I should do next. I wasn't hurt, so I was really glad that no one was around to see my situation. It turned out to be nothing major, although I was and still am quite sore.

THEN, Sunday morning, something happened with my neck. If you were/are an avid Sex and the City fan like I am, you remember the episode where Miranda pulled her neck and Aidan had to come over and lift her off the bathroom floor.

Now, John Corbett (sadly) did not have to come over and help me, but I still thought of Miranda immediately when I all of a sudden couldn't move my neck. I am now doing the robot in order to move, popping ibuprofen, and keeping the heating pad on my neck at all times.

My body is in turmoil. I am so happy that today is a holiday, so that I can sit/lie down in private while I catch up on my internet reading and tv watching.

I hope you all are in better shape than I am!

Total Slacker

I don't even have that much to tell you, but I feel guilty that my last post was almost a week ago. In my defense, I'm lazy.

Also, I had to go on an overnight staff retreat earlier in the week, so I was away from the computer for a long time, and I'm still trying to catch up on all the blog reading I missed while I was in Greece.

Here are the things that are currently bugging me:

The cancellation of the OC: (you know that a die-hard 90210 fan like myself would HAVE to watch a show centered around California teens) I was ready to give up on it last season, because it was so very lame, but season four has been awesome! I am actually really sad that they cancelled it. Grrr. I did sign an online petition to "save the OC", which might make me a loser, but if you are interested, go here.

Donald Trump and Rosie O'Donnell: Driving me nuts. Shut up. Please.

The lack of parking at my Starbucks. Can't a barwife get a Cinnamon Dulce Latte every once in awhile?

The fact that I have no days off this week: I will be working Sunday-Sunday with no break. Barf.

Dylan cheating on Brenda with Kelly while Brenda is off in Paris with Donna: I'm aware that first happened in 1992, but that's where I am in the re-runs and it still hurts.


OK, now that I've vented a little, I feel better. I am all wrapped up in a beautiful blue monogrammed throw that Mayor gave me for Christmas, I got my TV and my snack... I think I'll make it another day. Feel free to list what's bugging you!

Tagged!

I got "tagged" by Jilly-- I love these things, I'm not going to lie, so thanks!


A-Available or single? Neither

B-Best Friend? Mayor of Crazytown

C- Cake or Pie? Yellow Cake with chocolate icing

D-Drink of choice? Diet Coke, but if we mean alcohol then it really depends on what I am eating.

E-Essential item I use every day: the internet

F-Favorite color? Purple, but not in clothing.

G-Gummy Bears or Gummy worms? Ehhh.. worms I guess but the gummi doesn't really do it for me

H-Hometown? Atlanta

I-Indulgence: that would be cheese dip and 90210 reruns

J-January or February? February as it is the month of my birth

K-Kids and names: No kids, no pets

L-Life is incomplete without? red meat

M-Marriage date: August 14, 2004

N-Number of siblings: Dos

O-Oranges or apples? Apples. My mom is OBSESSED with apples. "Nature's toothbrush"

P-Phobias or fears? uhh... animals? fur?

Q-Favorite quote? "Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy" (Ben Franklin)

R-Reasons to smile: I finally finished taking down the Christmas decorations

S-Season: Fall-Summer-Spring-Winter in that order.

T-Tag 3 or 4 people: Snake Nation, Mayor, Country Girl, Real Mother

U-Unknown fact about me: When I was in 7th grade I ran a mile for PE. I was last. My teacher told me my time was "Pretty good for a middle aged woman".

V-Vegetable you don't like: Squash activates my gag reflex

W-Worst habit: forgetting to exercise

Y-Your favorite food? Steak

Z-Zodiac? Pisces

A Little More Martha

What I didn't tell you yesterday is that when Martha saw us sitting there and realized that we recognized her, she pulled the manager over to the table and said "Sir, how did all these people get in here?" (Meaning us, I presume, since we were sitting at the only available table).

So, when I heard that, I figured she didn't really want me talking to her, and I certainly didn't want to make her mad. I tried to be real cool and get out ye olde cameraphone, but I am not smart or subtle enough to make that happen, and I didn't want her to take my phone away from me.

I still can't believe it really happened. As soon as she left the cafe, Mr. Bossy says, "Well, I know what you're going to blog about as soon as we get home".

Damn straight.

The Ultimate Celebrity Sighting

Well, we are back from Greece, safe and sound. We had a great time! We stayed in Athens and saw all the good stuff, rang in the new year on the balcony of our hotel with a views of the Acropolis all lit up at night. We ate a lot of good food, including fabulous HUNKS of feta-- you can imagine how pleased I was at all the cheese available to me.

On our last day, which was New Year's Day, we signed up to do this "three island tour" through our hotel. We had to be on our bus at 7 am, so we didn't stay out too late the night before. After narrowly escaping major motion sickness on the bus, I boarded this huge boat, along with about 400 other tourists. The tour was an all day affair, and they took us to three islands and let us get off the boat and explore each one.

By the time we reached the third island, we were tired and hungry and almost out of euros. So, we decided that our first stop would be a cafe for something warm to drink and a little snack. As we passed by one cafe, the manager or someone signaled for us to come in, that he had a table for us.

So, the four of us (Mr. Bossy and I and one of the couples we traveled with) pushed our way throught the cafe to the only available table. I noticed right away that there was one other table in the cafe (the one right next to ours) that had some non-Greeks. I glanced over and was immediately drawn to one woman sitting at the table in black sunglasses. I looked at her, did a double take, and looked again.

She saw me looking at her, and sort of frowned in my direction. I sat down and kept trying to glance over at her and see if it was who I thought it was, meanwhile trying to be cool and keep talking to my friends as if nothing was happening.

All of a sudden I heard her voice, and it confirmed what I already knew:

I was sitting not six feet away from Martha Stewart.

MARTHA STEWART!

I could not believe it. I was FREAKING out. I am NOT good with celebrity-- it's a good thing I don't live in LA or something because I can't concentrate on anything, and get all nervous and weird when they are around. Plus, I have never been around a celebrity of her stature before-- my previous sightings are limited to Chipper Jones and Little Richard.

Anyway, I was too scared to approach her, and didn't want to be an amazing dork, so I managed to contain myself until she left.

I did see her take a picture of a glass on her table with a lemon wedge and a greek flag in it, so be on the lookout for that in the upcoming season.

For now, I am holding my breath until her show comes back on when she mentions the red-headed American tourist that stared her down in a cafe in Greece on New Year's Day.