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I met my husband on eHarmony.com!

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Um, not so much.

I’m so sick of these commercials. I want to write to Dr. Neil Clark Warren and tell him MY story.

Immediately after the breakup with assboy, I put myself out there on a few of the dating sites. On roommate’s urging, I did the eHarmony thing, mostly to find out if it was a secret Christian dating site. (it’s not…but when she did it, she was ONLY getting the Bible bangers.) And what happened? I met the craziest of all the crazies I’ve ever dated. Ever. Anyone who’s been keeping up with the blog, I give you Country Boy, the country-singing financial planner with the one-legged bass player and psycho ex-fiance.

29 Dimensions of Compatibility my ass.

Every once in a while…

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She opens her heart to an old memory.
She closes her eyes and she smiles.
Just ask her if she ever still thinks about me…
She’ll say ‘every once in a while’

-Blackhawk

The other day, I was talking to Ray, and I realized that I had to count on my fingers to verify how long it had been since the breakup w/assboy.

“That’s a good sign,” he said.

I agree. It is a good sign. However, the conversation got me to thinking…I wonder how it’s possible that he’s not tried to contact me. I wonder if he’s still living with mom. I wonder if, one day, I’ll hear that he’s getting married and collapse into a puddle of Sally-like goo.

All of this time, I’ve been saying that he just didn’t want to get married, but the truth is, he didn’t want to marry ME. Why didn’t he want to marry ME?

I am afraid of this scenario. I am afraid that my “no really, I’m fine” attitude is a facade that could collapse at any moment. Probably pointless to spend any time thinking about, though. No?

In other dating news, I was supposed to see Date yesterday but he cancelled. Is this worth it? 😛

Do you hear the people sing?

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I saw a fantastic high school production of Les Mis this weekend. Truly, I kid you not. When I heard that Ridgway High School (one town over from where I grew up)was putting it on, I said “No way. How are they going to pull that off?”

Well, they did. It was by no means perfect, but wow. I was stunned. Eponine was amazing. She’s going to be something. I guarantee it. And the little boy who played Gavroche? Unbelievable. I don’t know where they found him, but wow. He was better than this one kid that I saw in an professional (traveling) production in Buffalo a couple of years ago. The kid was so bad that, when he was dying on the barricade, I felt like screaming “Just shut up and die already!” Yeah, it was that bad. This kid, though? Tears.

So, kudos to Ridgway High School and director Jason Phipps. It makes me want to get into the classroom already, so I can be a part of things like this!

It’s a small, small world.

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Congrats to my little brother, who will soon start a new job at WTAE-TV in Pittsburgh!

I’m trying to ignore the weirdness that will surely manifest itself over this fact…assboy’s brother-in-law is a meteorologist at WTAE. But that’s my issue, not his. 😛

On blogging

So I’ve gotten to wondering…how personal is too personal? On the one hand, fancying myself a bit of a writer, everything is out there. My life is an open book…er, blog…I tend to write fiction out of personal experience, and most of what happens in my life will probably end up in a short story/essay/novel/screenplay one day. (At least I hope so!)

But the blog forum is strange. My own blog is a mixture of personal insights, pop culture, social/political commentary, links, and journal. Sometimes my purpose is to rant; sometimes it’s to entertain; sometimes it’s personal catharsis. My closest friends read it. My family (occasionally) reads it. Random strangers read it. And it’s concievable that the subject of a particular post could stumble across it. Is this wrong? Should I be more guarded about what I put into this forum?

Thoughts? 🙂

Then why choose fear?

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Thanks for your comments, thoughts and insights on the dating life of erin-go-blog. I’m closing discussion on this topic for now. Some close friends have convinced me that I need to “save tomorrow for tomorrow, think about today instead.” (yep, I’m all about the musicals today…) : )

So that’s what I’m going to do. Relax. Take a chance. Stop putting so much pressure on myself. Be honest about my feelings. Live, laugh, love. Because that’s what it’s all about, isn’t it?

 

So much to blog…

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so little time…

And so here is the abridged erin-go-blog. Thanks for your patience, blog friends. 🙂

The move is complete, but for some cleaning at the old place. And a whole lot of unpacking. And more cleaning. Sigh. I hope to not move again until I have a house and/or a husband. Many thanks to Tim and Dayna and to mom and dad for all your help!

Between the move and the bleeping phone company (which I will call “Werizon”), I haven’t had internet access since Friday. If you’re reading this, it means I’ve made my way back online. If I had a normal computer at work, I could have been keeping up, but I’ve been cursed with the oldest, slowest mac in the Diocese of Buffalo. Bleah.

In job news, been playing phone tag with a guy on the hiring committee at West Seneca West Senior High who apparently wants to interview me. Hurrah! Let’s hope this is a good sign.

Can I just say that, while I hate moving, I *heart* cable. Oh, Jon Stewart, how I missed you.

The apartment is good…there are a lot of small annoyances. For example, the bathroom floor sinks. And when I say “sinks,” what I mean is “plunges into a deep abyss.” The flusher on our toilet was broken, but that’s been fixed.

On the dating front…hmm…been in touch w/Date regularly, but haven’t actually seen him. Am afraid that my friend M (whom I have not blogged about previously) wants to cross over into “more than friend” territory, and am not sure how I feel about that. I need to spend some time calling in the one. 😉 Am contemplating the possibility of a date with a certain former landlord of my roommie. Am also contemplating the unattainable crush I seem to have on a certain musician. Sigh. Damn musicians. 😉

Advice is always welcome…

Long time no blog

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Sorry ’bout that, blog fans. The life of erin-go-blog has been a wee bit hectic this week. I started my new Catholic reporting job…which is fine, but for the $. (It’s actually less than I thought it was going to be. A mistake was made. Sigh.) And I’m still doing the tutoring thing. I should be fine, once I get adjusted to some kind of normal schedule.

I was surprised to learn that there is a stylebook (much like the AP Style Manual) specifically for Catholic reporting. Most of what’s in it has to do with titles, terms, etc….but then there are those annoying bits of Catholic doctrine. Anyway, I had no idea there was a need for such a thing. It’s about as thick as the AP manual, too.

If you’ve been keeping up with all things jen, you know that we found an apartment. Yay! This is exciting, and I think it’s going to be a good thing. However, it does mean moving at the end of the month. (boo!)

Why TV execs are stupid

Wonderfalls cancelled? Already? Sigh. So I’m a network executive at Fox. I pick up this great quirky little show for 13 episodes. What to do with it? Hmmm…I know, I’ll put it on Friday nights. In the kiss of death slot. After two episodes (which have been well received by critics), I decide to move it. But where to move it? Ooh! I know. I’ll move it to Thursday nights opposite the wildly popular CSI AND The Apprentice.

Really, what is this all about? Why, oh why, do you murder a show in its sleep before even giving it a chance? It makes a viewer wary of even watching a new show, for fear that it won’t survive. What do we have to do to keep good shows on the air? Make sacrifices to the Nielsen gods?

And while I’m at it, it appears that TV execs aren’t the only stupid ones. The viewing public is also stupid. Really, why are there so many craptastic reality shows on the air? (Fear Factor, Joe Millionaire, American Idol, Who Wants to Marry My Best Friend’s Millionaire Midget Cousin, etc.) Because PEOPLE WATCH THEM. Gah. Honestly, I’m not sure how ANY good shows survive in this environment.

And now, I’m going to lament the loss of Sports Night. Again. Some more. Somehow, it was on for two seasons, even thought the network had no faith that it would find an audience and messed with it to the point that the people who DID want to watch couldn’t remember when it was on. Let’s hope that Fox doesn’t mess up Arrested Development, too.

Okay, rant over. 🙂

Margaritas and darts

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So, at the request of Dayna, here is the quick run-down of the date… 😉

Date and I were set to meet at Cozumel for drinks at 8:30-8:45. I had gone for dinner at Anchor Bar with Jen, Brenda and Steph, so I figured I would just hang out at Jen’s until it was time to meet. I checked my messages, and Date had left a message saying that he was going to be running a little late, and that he’d call when he was getting ready to leave. I tried, in vain, to figure out how to remotely change the outgoing message on my machine. No luck. I checked again, and he’d left another message asking me to call when I got the message. No number, though. O, if I were one of those photographic memory types who remembered a phone number after dialing it once. Um, not so much.

So after a few minutes of grumbling, it is determined that I must run home to find the number and call him back. He just wanted to make sure that I still wanted to meet, even though it was going to be late.

Anyway…we do meet up at Cozumel, around 9:20. I decide to go ahead and order the margarita, because….well, it’s Cozumel, and I can’t concieve of drinking anything else there. (They make the best–and most potent–margaritas in town. Yum!) We chat for a bit, catching up (remember, I haven’t seen him or spoken to him other than email and IM in like three weeks!) while waiting for the dart board.

So we play, and I’m quite certain that I’m going to get my butt kicked. He’s in a league. However, fortunately for me, it takes Date several rounds to adjust his throw for crappy bar darts. I’m actually doing pretty well, and we’re about neck-in-neck. I’ve got 17 points, he’s got none, and everything is closed but bulls.

Well, you all know how good (ahem) I am at hitting the bull. So I lost. We chat some more, and it’s very nice….about everything and nothing in particular, and just comfortable. Easy. Nice.

We decide to have another drink and head over to the bar to sit. I embarrass him by telling him that Caren described him as being like “one of the girls.” hee. He said that he is “on the cusp” of metrosexual…that is, he takes some pride in his appearance and actually likes to shop, but does not go get his nails done. Hence “on the cusp.” Again, hee. 🙂

So when we parted for the evening, there was another pleasant goodnight kiss…he thanked me for putting up with his crazy schedule, and said “maybe next time we can have food.” 😉

All in all, I like him. He’s fun to talk to, he makes me laugh, and he just seems like an all around good guy. And there is definitely an attraction there. So….I’ll be thinking good thoughts about this one. We’ll see…. 😉

Busy busy

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Haven’t had much of interest to say lately…just been working, sleeping, nothing very exciting. I do have a date tonight (whoo! it’s been a while…), so I’ll keep ya posted on that.

Fun photos up at the Jackdaw site from last week’s show at Niagara U. Here’s a sample:

Yeah, that’s me all the way on the left. It’s a candid moment. : )

(I did it! woohoo!)

Fun with my kitchen

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While Rand is off gallivanting about the UK, my mom and dad came up to Buffalo to help do some work in our kitchen. Our main goal? To get rid of this:

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I hate wallpaper. I curse the man who invented wallpaper. And this? Barf. It looks it should have been in someone’s guest bathroom in 1986.

Here are a few other “before” pix of the kitchen:

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This light was hanging above the kitchen table. Not really my style. I think the pink/blue flower motif was supposed to match the wallpaper. And I’m not entirely sure the bulb was supposed to be hanging down like that.

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This is not to demonstrate what a mess the countertop was, but to give somewhat of an idea of the rose counters, white cabinets, and ugly, ugly wallpaper combo. Oh, and you can see a wee bit of the blue valance above the kitchen window, too.

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Just a close-up of the cabinets.

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The last person who lived here was obsessed with white. I really want to replace this white sink…and while the faucet looks pretty, it is not at all practical. Because it’s so high up, every time you use the sink, water splashes *everywhere*.

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While I was at work on Friday, my parents began stripping wallpaper. My dad made a trip to the hardware store, where he learned that there is special primer for painting over wallpaper. Score! No more stripping.

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Walls have been primed, and we begin edging.

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Pulled out the fridge to paint behind it, and I was amused by the way the molding just stopped six inches short of the corner.

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Same area, after paint. This, obviously, is the color I chose. It’s sort of a rosy chocolate color.

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