It's funny...

One weird thing about blogging is that I kind of know you guys, but I kind of don't. The anonymous part of me feels like I could tell you anything, but the part of me that feels like I know you forces me to censor myself at least a little bit. So many weird and interesting things happen to me all the time, but they seem almost too personal to share with you if you DO know me...like, I would only tell my very best friends, or a stranger, but not acquaintances.

A couple of weeks ago I was misdiagnosed with an illness. Not a fatal illness, but something that worried me a great deal, only to find out when I sought out a specialist, that I actually had something totally different, totally common, and easily curable. It was very stressful, and if I knew you *less*, I would have told you all the ridiculous details.

In the meantime, lots of good stuff is happening in my life. The Boy officially used the "L" word! I know, I'm shocked too! He really is just a kind, good, decent person who is normal, and funny, and smart. I have no idea where it's all going, but for once in my life, I'm doing a pretty good job of not trying to control everything. He told me the other day, "Don't you know that you deserve to be treated well? You're amazing!" I thought...huh? I mean, really, no one has ever cared about whether I knew I deserved it before, let alone actually done it! At dinner last night I told him that I love that he doesn't try to snow me with a bunch of bullshit about all the nice things he's going to do for me, he just does them, quietly, and doesn't trumpet it to me or the world. I'm so appreciative of that after all the guys I've been with who just talked, and talked, and talked and never did shit.

Ummm...let's see. I have an AWESOME Advantage Rent-A-Car story/satisfying ending to tell you about, but it's going to have to wait until at least tomorrow. I'm due at dinner with my girlfriends. Yay!

I'm alive!

Sorry about the extreme lack of posting. I wish I had a great excuse, but I don't. It's the busiest time of year from now until April for us...lots of accidents come (unfortunately) with crab season.

I have been trying to go to the gym after work, which means that I rarely get home before 8pm. Add in doing stuff with The Boy, hanging out with my friends, and just doing life stuff, and basically I'm home for an hour a week, which I don't particularly want to spend on the internet.

So, let's see. What's been going on? Uh....nothing.

I'm drinking too much, which you already knew. I'm spending too much money, which you probably could have guessed.

I'm taking crocheting lessons to learn a few things I need to make The Boy an afghan for Christmas - a really, really nice afghan. I figure if we break up, I'll still love it, so it's the perfect gift.

I saw a van today with a magnetic sign that said "Professional Latino Painting" on it. If anyone has a Latino they need painted, apparently there is a service here that will do that for you.

My only real plans for this weekend are to force The Boy to go to Ikea tomorrow with me, to see The Prestige tonight, and possibly to make some cookies. If I feel motivated. Maybe.

Back to the grind.

M. left this morning after a very fun but whirlwind visit. We drank, shopped, and ate too much, all of which are FINE by me! We got to spend lots of quality time together, and really catch up, which was awesome. She met The Boy and has given her seal of approval, so that's good as well.

Work is very busy. The end.

The Boy is good. Really good. He made M. and I homemade gnocchi for dinner on Friday night, and strawberry napoleans because one time, in passing, I said that I loved them. He pays attention. He does instead of saying he'll do. I really am so glad I gave this whole thing a chance, because he is a wonderful person.

Having so much fun!

M. and I have been having so much fun! Yesterday we went and got massages and facials...it was awesome. Then we went and had Indian food and came home and made cookies and drank wine. Tonight The Boy is making us dinner at his house, and we're going to spend the day shopping. Tomorrow is Girl's Night Out with all my girlfriends at a fancy restaurant. It's been really, really wonderful having her here and getting lots of best friend bonding time.

Anyway, more updates later. Nordstroms is calling me..."E. Spat, spend money noooooooooow."

M. gets here tomorrow!!!!

YAY! I cannot wait to see M. in the morning. I pick her up at the airport in the morning, and then we have five days of fun, fun, fun planned. Massages, facials, hair appointments, and a girl's night out with all my friends at a fancy restaurant! Plus, The Boy is making us dinner on Friday at his place...I'm nervous for him, this is a big test that he *has* to pass. I think he'll be fine though. I like him quite a lot, and I think she will too.

I still have several stories that I want to tell on here...I just have to find some time. Maybe while M. is here and I have some time off work I'll get around to it. Right now The Boy is bringing me takeout, since I am trying to get the apartment ready for M. and doing laundry and stuff.

Updates on her visit will be forthcoming.

You know you're in a relationship when...

You buy The Boy a coffeemaker because he loves coffee, you don't drink it, and watching him struggle through mornings pretending it's OK with him that there's no coffee just breaks your heart. I put it on the counter with a bow on top and two mugs next to it. We'll see how long it takes him to notice.

Weekend update

Daddy Spatula made it through his surgery, and seems to be in good spirits. When they went in, they found that his collarbone was actually broken in five places, but they decided to pin it anyway. Depending on how it heals, they might have to go back in a couple of months and put plates in.

Yesterday The Boy took my car all day and put on new brakes with the help of his brother. When he brought it back they had detailed the whole thing and washed it and all that stuff. So nice! I made him and my other friend dinner, and LQ's famous cupcakes...it was quite a hit.

Today I am spending the day watching all my recorded shows and reading. I spent all day yesterday cleaning house while my car was out of commission, so I'm basically ready for M. to get here on Wednesday. I'm also doing all manners of beauty treatments while I'm home today. Technically I think my boss expected me to be at work at some point this weekend, but I just don't really feel like it. I didn't bill nearly enough last week, but I had a stressful week and I had other things on my mind...hopefully this week (until Wednesday at least) will be more productive.

Send good waves ~~~~~!

Daddy Spatula has his surgery this morning to repair his collarbone. If they pin it, he'll be out of the hospital tonight, and if they put plates on it, then he'll be out tomorrow. They called last night and said they'd had a horrible day dealing with all the insurance companies and the hospital and stuff. I was like "Uh, HELLO! I am your daughter, I'm a lawyer, AND I'm an insurance adjuster!!! CALL ME!!!" I hope next time they have trouble they'll just give me a call - maybe I could at least save them some time.

I have to run to work, but I have lots of stuff to tell you this weekend, including (but not limited to):

1. Meeting the identical twin of The Boy (tonight)
2. Update on Advantage Rent-A-Car
3. General Life Update
4. Plans for while M. is here (I CAN'T WAIT!!!)

So, I will make every effort to be back writing tomorrow. The Boy is taking my car to his house and changing my brakes tomorrow, so I will be home alone with lots of time I think.

Crazy is as crazy does.

Very busy. Busy at work, busy with The Boy, busy worrying about a few (very minor) health concerns, busy being a bit anxious about my dad's surgery, and busy being busy. Sigh.

The Boy made me dinner last night. It was fabulous (really), and he actually planned ahead and made some parts the night before. It was kind of amazing actually. So far that whole thing is going well...no more comments since inevitably anything I say is going to backfire on me.

I am reciprocating tonight with dinner for The Boy, so I better get busy on my homemade mac & cheese.

Poor, poor Daddy Spatula

Poor Daddy Spatula, he is just not feeling well at all. His collarbone is broken in four places, and yesterday the orthopedist decided that he does need surgery after all. So, on Friday Daddy Spatula will get pins placed to sort of put all the pieces back together again. Poor guy.

In the meantime, the lawyer in me loves the story of how this happened. They were on their regular bike ride, and some people were standing on one side of the bike path shooting targets on the other side (why? who knows!). So, Daddy Spatula and the rest of the group went off the path in order to not have to ride in front of where these people were shooting, and that's when he tumbled off his bike and hurt himself. Wouldn't I just love to know if those people were allowed to be shooting there??? Oh yes I would.

Not much else going on. I enjoyed my day off work yesterday but it wasn't as relaxing as it could have been because I felt sort of disgusting after a weekend of far too much drinking. Now that I know I passed the bar, and the "Law School Chapter" of my life is blessedly over, it's time to cut back pretty significantly on the booze and get back to the gym on a regular basis. My last excuse for just eating and drinking everything in sight is gone, so it's back to the proverbial salt mines I guess. With the added benefit that I'll actually feel decent again hopefully.

Thanks Columbus!

I am probably the only person on the planet who gets Columbus Day off, but hey, I'll take it. I slept in, and now I'm getting ready to do laundry...don't I lead a positively exciting life?

Everything is going well so far with The Boy. Someone in the comments suggested I call him The Man, but I think I will probably not talk about him too much on here, so, we'll stick with The Boy for now. Anyway, he's very nice and it was fun to spend some time with him this weekend.

On a sad note, Daddy Spatula crashed his bike yesterday afternoon and broke his collar bone pretty severely. He's in a lot of pain, and is definitely going to drive my mom nuts for the next few weeks that he can't ride his bike. I'm not sure who I feel more sorry for.

Anyway, I have to go separate my darks and lights. Cuz that's how I roll.

I passed the bar exam!

I really passed!! Results ended up online in the middle of the night, and Ex-Roomie's boyfriend found them when he checked at around 2am when he got up to go to the bathroom. They called me and woke me up, and I called our other good friend and woke her up. Congrats to everyone who passed, and my heartfelt sympathies for those who didn't...this has been the most nervewracking week I've been through in a long time. I'm glad it's over.

UPDATE: The new (to me) Absolut Grapefruit Vodka is THE SHIT! Also, I spent $100 at Sephora today and am officially wearing the sluttiest eyeliner and sparkly eyeshadow ever! The Boy gets here in just under an hour. I'm nervous.

No news is...just...no news.

I hate waiting. Knowing the results are in the mail is gut-wrenching, and the waiting is just awful. I am headed out for a night of subdued drinking with a couple of pals to try to take the edge off. Boy I Like is (hopefully) on a plane, headed home. We are to go out tomorrow night - I hope I can be happy E.Spat for him, not sad, deranged, slightly psychotic E.Spat. It's in the mail. Gulp.

12:33am: Nope, nothing online yet. So tired. Must go to bed.

Look Ma, I'm blogging!

I talked to The Boy I Like tonight. He's really excited to be coming home tomorrow. Partially I think because he's excited to see me, but mostly because he left six weeks ago with one suitcase and a tale from his employer about how he'd be gone for a week...poor guy, I think he just wants to see the inside of his own house. And me (yay!).

Basically the only thing I can think of is bar results. Supposedly they will be mailed tomorrow, to be received on Saturday. Supposedly the results will be posted online no later than Monday afternoon/evening. Last year, apparently, there was a SNAFU with the mailing and people didn't get their results until Tuesday in the mail, but the list went up on the internet on Friday at midnight. So, basically, I think I should know by Saturday. I do not feel the least bit positive about it though, so I don't know...I just kind of feel marginally sick all the time. Ex-Roomie and I are going to dinner tomorrow night with our good friend who graduated last year. She's fantastic and always calms us down, so we're looking forward to that. Boy I Kinda Like's plane doesn't get in until the middle of the night, so I am not seeing him until Saturday night for our date. His brother is picking him up at the airport - which seems good...I don't think we're to the "pick up at the airport" point yet at all.

Let's see...what else is up? Work is going swimmingly. I still love it so much, and I think I'm doing a good job and that they like me - I certainly like them. My boss leaves Sunday for a two week vacation out of the country, so I expect to be very busy for the next couple of weeks. M. gets here on October 18th, which is exciting because I have to go to a law firm reception on October 19th, and she's going to go as my date. I am willing to be that no one at the reception will be as interesting as her, so I think it will be fun. We are doing tons of girly beauty things while she's in town, and I'm so excited...massages, facials, hair cuts, color, highlights, pedicures, waxing...the list goes on and on.

Anyway, gotta pay attention to the rest of Grey's Anatomy and then go to bed early because I'm exhausted. I fully expect a middle of the night drunk dial from Boy I Kinda Like since his coworkers took him out for a celebratory goodbye tequila-fest.

I'm a bad blogger!

God, I feel so bad that I just can't get it together enough to find time to blog, but shit is BUSY! Between working, "marketing" (ie: taking clients out to fancy restaurants...yay!), and doing things with friends, I am pretty much busy every minute of every day.

The Boy I Like is coming back on Friday night. Unfortunately for him bar results will likely be out on Saturday one way or the other, so I will either be out with my friends or at home crying and getting drunk alone...neither of which is so romantic. But, we have tentative plans on Saturday night, and I think it will be very nice to see him in person and try to figure out what we really have going on here.

The guy from my accident turns out not to have a driver's license, insurance, or any documentation related to being in the United States in a legal way. I don't have any real problem with my insurance paying to fix the car (which apparently belongs to someone he knows), but it does irk me that my insurance is going to find me at fault when the other guy doesn't even have a license to drive.

Anyway, I am going to make a concerted effort to blog before Saturday, but of course, once I know bar results, you will all know bar results. My stomach hurts all the time when I think about it - I just want to know one way or the other.

Hi guys!

Well, needless to say, I'm still alive - just been busy. I have been spending a lot of time with my friends, drinking wine and doing our nails and discussing the imminent release of bar results. Plus, I've been talking to The Boy I Like on the phone quite a bit, which puts a dent in most of my evenings. He should hopefully be back this weekend - I just hope we don't go out on a "real" date and decide we hate each other after all this time of talking.

So, I will make a concerted effort to write a post tonight. There's been lots of fun stuff going on with friends and work, but I just need to find five seconds to sit down and type it out.

Bar results are being mailed Friday, so I will likely know on Saturday the results. Scary.