June 21st, 2009; 10:49 PM
So I called Edward. Years ago, when he had my number, he used to call...and my caller ID would cut off at a certain number of characters, so his company name wouldn't completely show. His PI firm is called Data Probe Analysis. ...But on my caller ID it would show up as "Data Probe Anal". Bahahahahahahaha! "Data Probe Anal. Hmmm.. Edward called." ;) I'm not sure if I or anyone else ever told him that about his company's name. My guess is no.
I had a brave breakfast alone. I sat at the counter of a bustling and busy cafe and read my new book Jess gave me, and sipped coffee while I awaited my cheese blintzes. They were good. Not as good as the ones I had a few weeks back with those small wild blueberries. But the were sufficiently delicious. In a way it was good that they weren't that great. I mean TWO orgasmic cheese blintz experiences might just make me an addict. And as it is I am trying to lose weight. So it's ok that they were just on the so-so side of delish.
I had a very productive day. Helped a friend pack up her apartment and move things into storage. Bought some steer manure, multch, and drought tollerant grasses for the front yard. (I have a plan of sprucing up the place for when my mom gets home.) I also just want to make all of my life better. -For me. I was thinking about something that a friend said about me. I'm not sure when he said it, as I heard it second hand through another friend...but it was enough to shock me back to life so to speak. I have let myself become so different from who I really am. Who I want to be. And I have to seriously get to work finding my way back to myself again. I used to have cute hair! What ever happened to that?! I used to get my hair cut at Vidal Sassoon by their creative director. She used my hair to model for lessons. I had slammin' hair. And I'd get these cute, hip, edgy highlights. Swaths of bright hipster/punk color. I loved my hair. Now I have long boring hair. I grew it that way for a guy (big mistake) he liked my hair long. And I was so hungry for his approval and love that I tried to be attractive to him. So I grew my hair the way he liked it. Not necisarily the way I liked it. Big mistake. Now the guy's gone, and I have hair that I hate. Oh well. I've waited the requisite ammount of time (so that I know that it's not just bad-breakup-hair-angst...you know...that thing where women cut off all of their hair after a break up...and later regret fucking up their hair...all in the name of a broken heart.) well, I know it's not that. I'm donating my hair to Locks of Love. And I'm bringing back my sexy hair goddess...all in one fell snip. I feel good about that. And I am returning to Vidal Sassoon. No one but the best for my return to public life.
I've also started working out again. I'm considering a trainer. I would have to find one that does super slow. Probably Jeff. It's a catch 22 there. Kathleen is the best but she's moved onto nursing now and isn't a trainer anymore. Jeff comes in a close 2nd. But I'd be embarassed to return to him in the shape that I am in now. I am in the worst shape of my life. Jeff saw me in the best shape of my life. Dear god I used to have the body of an athlete. I even wore hot pants! And nothing jiggled. It's different with a guy. I'm motivated but also more self conscious in the beginning. With Kathleen, I would just be happy and motivated. I wish she was still a trainer. Bah! I'll figure that out.
I worked on the front yard today. Pulled weeds. Cut shrubs. Trimmed trees. I filled up the entire yard waste container, and worked until my hands were physically fatigued. I had hoped that I would have gotten the entire front yard done today. But that was not a realistic goal. I did do a lot though. And finished it off with sweeping the front portch, steps, walk, sidewalk, and driveway. I also put two nice blue pots with plants in front. It looks very cheery and welcoming. The dog kept me company, and didn't run off. it's nice that she's finally at that stage.
I scored a very nice easel at a garage sale. I had been borowing my friends easel, but I wanted to return it to him. I've been wanting to buy an easel for oh say...10 years or so...but never did. I finally found the right one today. The price was great. And the quality was exceptional. Some guy was selling it. He had had it made for his son who went to art school. It was custom built by a woodworker. It had all wood mortise and tenon joints with locking pegs that would run through them. It's very nice indeed. It looks practically new...like the son only used it on one...maybe two paintings. I would never commission a custom piece like this, as it seems like a monumental waste of money. But I'm really glad this guy did...and then sold it to me for a song at his garage sale! It's late...but I'm hoping to watch the 7 Habits of Highly Effective People tonight. I'm moving forward with upgrading my life in every way. Yay!
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