Have I ever told you all how much I loathe David Caruso?
Well, I do.
His character, Horatio, on CSI: Miami makes my skin crawl. I’d like to kick him and his sunglasses wearing, dramatic slow-talking, one-liner self in the balls.
That is all.
This lame post was brought to you by a brain-dead NaBloPoMo participant.
Now where were we? If you need to catch up, here is part 1.
Here’s a quick recap…wedding, he thinks I’m cute, I think he’s cute. Got it?
So after the rehearsal, we went to a swanky joint for dinner. Unfortunately it didn’t work out that Tate and I were seated at the same table. Luckily, though, I could see him sitting at the next table. We made eye contact a few times and smiled. I didn’t have butterflies, but I did like the attention.
The next day was (not so surprisingly) the wedding. Following the joining of two hearts (gag me), the wedding party rode in a limo to the reception at yet another swanky locale. We drank champagne on the drive there. Mere sips of champagne make me chatty. Too much makes me drunk.
Thank goodness it was a short ride.
I was definitely feeling happy when we arrived at the reception. After the dinner and garter/bouquet/cake cutting business (that included another glass of champagne), it was time to part-ay. At the beer table stood Tate, all alone. Feeling confident and somewhat buzzed, I marched over to him.
It felt like hours that we stood at that beer table talking. He was very friendly, introducing me to all of his friends and making sure I was never, ever without beer. I learned that he was a chemical engineer and lived in a far, far away land called Knoxville, TN.
“Damn,” I thought to myself. Why can’t boys who like me and that I like back ever live close-by? (Next week, I’ll tell you all about my history with long distance relationships.)
We had a great time that night, drinking, talking, and dancing. After the reception, we headed to a local bar with a group of his friends to drink more beer. Luckily we didn’t stay long or I probably would have passed out before the most exciting part of the evening…Tate invited me back to his hotel room. Normally I wouldn’t go back to a hotel room with a boy I’d just met, but we’d been having such a great time, I didn’t want it to end. And I was hoping for some major making out.
Back at his hotel room, we sat on the bed and chit chatted some more. And then it happened…the most exciting part of the evening. He turned on Sports Center. We sat and watched Cardinals highlights. Turns out, Tate was a gentleman.
I realized he wasn’t going to make a move, so I knew it was time for me to go home. I called my sober brother to come pick me up. Tate asked for my phone number and email address before I left.
I figured that this would be the last I’d see of him. After two previous failed long-distance relationships, I wasn’t eager to pursue something like that again.
But Monday morning, there was an email from him. And almost everyday after that.
Stay tuned for details from our first date and how we became inseparable.
I know I hinted that I’d be liveblogging round two of our orgampage this weekend. Sorry to disappoint. Boo hooing will not be tolerated.
For this second Saturday of GoBloMeMoFo NaBloPoMo, I’d like to talk about how you blog.
I’m posting about posting.
I’m curious about your method for coming up with a post topic, writing a post, posting a post, editing a post, deleting a post, and coming up with a post title. Post, post, post. There.
In the beginning of my illustrious blogging career, I used to dream about topics. Then I’d wake up and think about topics all day long. Now I just come up with a topic whenever the mood strikes. Usually it’s based on something funny or interesting (to me) that happened, I do think about situations in terms of their blogability factor. (This highly irritates Tate.)
I usually write my posts the day before I plan to publish. Occasionally, I’ll write a post as soon as I get up, but I prefer not to do that since I’ll obsess all night long about what I’m going to write. I’ve found that if I don’t publish a post right away, I’ll start over-editing it, questioning everything I’ve written and then I’ll just eventually delete the post. Currently I have about five or six post ideas in draft, ready for next week.
I have no method for coming up with my titles. I just think of a title. That’s it.
Since I thrive on order and schedules, I like to post in the morning and typically only once per day. Sometimes I’ll post twice if I just can’t help myself. It’s like a compulsion, but I feel like I must post every Monday through Friday. After NaBloPoMo, I may *gasp* skip a few days of blogging, though. I may need to go on a blog diet in December after overposting in November.
So tell me about your blogging methods. Commenters, take your mark. Get set. Go.
I adamantly deny stealing the idea to tell the fairytale romance of Tate and I from Casey. No way. I stole this idea from Schnozzfest who did this last year for NaBloPoMo, thankyouverymuch.
The summer of 1998 was a good one. I had just moved back home after having lived on my own for the past five years in order to save money. It was surprising fun to be back at home, not annoying or limiting at all. That summer, I was in grad school and the summer session of grad school was light on both coursework and clinical work. Easy peasy. I knew to enjoy this since this would be my last summer before becoming a full-fledged working adult.
I hadn’t had a boyfriend at this time for several years and was actually completely content being on my own. No, really! I was! I had plans to complete and internship in Kansas City and hopefully get a job there (or maybe in St. Louis-I wasn’t sure where.) The possibilities for my future were endless!
This was also the summer my best friend from high school, Avery*, was getting married. She’d asked me to be a bridesmaid. The day before the rehearsal dinner, I had a hair appointment to make me blond again. (I’d had an unfortunate stint with very dark hair that had faded to an ugly color of “mouse.”) My dress for the rehearsal number was a darling little pink dress that fit perfectly, making me look thin and curvy.
I was terribly nervous to go to the rehearsal. The only person I really knew was Avery and I knew she would be busy with all this getting married stuff and wouldn’t have time to hold my hand and introduce my socially awkward self to everyone. Luckily I looked like a babe (if I do say so myself) with my new haircut and pink dress. Looking good definitely helps in new social situations. Also luckily, all of Avery’s friends welcomed me right away and helped me not to feel like the odd man out. It also didn’t hurt that Avery’s friend Julia* pointed out this usher named, Tate, who thought I was “cute.”
The pink dress and blond hair had worked it’s magic! I was flattered! As luck would have it, he was “cute,” too.
Stayed tuned!
*Names changed to protect the guilty.
Welcome to the first Saturday edition of GoBloMeMoFo. Creative juices are dried up so I thought I’d liveblog my day.
Please beware of drool on the keyboard when you fall asleep. Moisture and keyboards are not friends.
12:00 AM…I’m sleeping.
12:30 AM…Still sleeping.
1:00 AM…Ditto.
(Just kidding. I mean, I was indeed sleeping at those times, but I’m not going to do hourly updates. Sheesh.)
Just when I’ve finally somehow managed to get both children sleeping until about 7:30, the time change is upon us and all sleep progress we’ve made will be flushed down the toilet. HEAVY sigh. Our plans for the day are to wear out Carson as much as we can, keep him up past his regular bedtime and pray that he’ll magically adapt.
Dear sweet jeebus, please, please, please don’t let this time change screw up our happy lives with cranky toddlers/infants who find themselves unable to sleep past 5 AM. Amen. And one more thing, I’d like to have lots of money. And world peace. Amen.
Today we’re going to Greekfest with intentions of eating gyros and loukoumades washed down with gallons of ouzo. Opa! (Not really the ouzo, ew, but gyros and loukoumades…mmmmmm.) Before we can go, it’s imperative that I vacuum. Dog hair has taken over my home and is staying up all hours of the night and drinking all the beer we have in the house.
So far this liveblogging is fascinating. And quite possibly a surefire way to put you right to sleep. Please come back later to hear about 1) Greekfest, 2) Vacuuming, 3) Attempts to wear Carson out, 4) Pictures!
TTFN!
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10:22 We’re supposed to leave for Greekfest in 8 minutes. Very unlikely to happen since I’ve just started nursing Ella and have yet to get the diaper bag ready [remember to pack diapers, wipes, snacks, extra clothes, bib, spoon, stage 1 applesauce, cell phone, cash] and Carson is throwing a tantrum and Tate hasn’t even showered. Stayed tuned for more! Thrilling! Updates!
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1:55 We’ve (already) returned from Greekfest and I’m feeling quite cross. For all the trouble we went through just to get ourselves out of the door, swing by the ATM, endure non-stop Thomas the Train DVD’s, park, and walk, I’m rather irritated that all we did was eat. We went with another family and (I hate to call them cheap, so I’ll call them “thrifty. But when you see the word “thrifty,” know that I really mean cheap…) they are thrifty. We ate mmm, mmm, mmm delicioso greek dinner plates with orzo, Greek salad, lamb, green beans, pastichio, and spanikopita. After eating, we went over to the children’s play area. Our thrifty friends did not wish to pay $5 per child, so we left. The end.
I hope my mood improves or the remaining post will look as if Debbie Downer commandeered my blog.
To cheer myself up, I’m going to go eat my baklava now.
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6:06 Baklava and retail therapy (and comments!) does a body good. I know better than to step foot inside those discount stores like Fred’s or Dollar General. Cleaning products! $1!! Hangers! $1!! Laundry Basket $2.49!! Storage bins! 2/$4!! I just can’t stop myself in those places. I get up to the checkout and suddenly I’ve spent $20 on a bunch of plastic stuff.
The best part of my shopping trip, though, was at Sears Essentials here in Shitty Town, AL. Guess what I got?
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Wow, guessing games don’t work so well in blog posts, so I’ll just tell you what I got! Jeans! Opa! Two pairs!! Opa! Also two new non-brown shirts! Opa!
This now concludes the exclamation point laden part of this post. Thank you for reading.
See ya later alligators.
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9:15 Pictures! Of new clothes! You asked, I produce.
I did everything in my power to look as skinny as possible. Per the advice of Stacy and Clinton, I bought dark wash jeans (2 pair), straight leg, lower rise. The shirts are slightly fitted, not too tight, not too brown. All purchased on sale at Sears. The shirts were $10 each and the jeans were $24.99 each.
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10:12 I’m going to finish my glass of wine then I’m going to bed.
This concludes Saturday’s liveblogging.
Aaaaaaand g’night.
