Casa Lady Di

Just for Lynne...

2005-08-15T14:07:00.000-07:00

Ok Lynne, you are the only person who reads these posts, or at least comments on them so this list is for you, since you tapped.. oops I mean tagged, my ass.

"List ten songs that you are currently digging ... it doesn't matter what genre they are from, whether they have words, or even if they're no good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying right now. Post these instructions, the artists, and the ten songs in your blog. Then tag five other people to see what they're listening to."

1. Shake it Off - Mariah Carey
I have always hated Mariah Carey and vowed to hate her music just for the sake of it. But her latest album has me singing along at the top of my lungs with the windows down, and this song makes me want to shake my rump. Just downloaded it this morning.

2. Get Right - Jennifer Lopez
I always wanted to be a fly girl... and this song makes me feel like I can dance with the best of them, just when no one is looking. Also downloaded it this morning.

3. Vejen er Aben - Bee Pop
yeah, that's a little Danish pop for you. Literally translates as the path is open, but it is this great bubble gum pop song about being free of a relationship and having unlimited possibilities. Very uplifting when a girrl gets down, and helps me practice Danish.

4. The Corner - Common
If you like hip hop, you have to love this song. The beat is fantastic.

5. Go - Common
Really, the whole album is great.

6. Holla Back Girl - Gwen Stefani
So, you see a trend here? Fun songs that keep me positive and make me want to shake my ass... this one is my current ring tone.

7. PYT - Michael Jackson
You gotta love the King of Pop, and Thriller is the best album ever.

8. Lonely No More - Rob Thomas
What can I say? He's hot and I've always loved Matchbox 20. If it is catchy, I like it.

9. Watershed - Indigo Girls
This song has the best lyrics "Up on the watershed, standing at the fork in the road. You can stand there and agonize till you agony's your heaviest load". That line speaks volumes for a girrl who is often paralyzed by indecision.

10. Ribbon in the Sky - Stevie Wonder
sigh... I want this song played at my wedding. I listen to it and feel depressed that it may never happen. Such a beautifully romantic song...

Ok, Ms. Lynne. Hope you enjoyed. I don't know any one else to tag, so this ends with me. But you should feel special that you have a post dedicated to you.

Missing my dog

2005-07-30T09:42:00.000-07:00

My precious puppy is in TN with my ex. I have been missing her so much it makes me cry sometimes. Last night I sat here in front of the computer look at her picture, drinking a beer. I can't imagine what I would feel if I had a child, if I feel this way about a dog. Just look at her sweet face and tell me how I couldn't miss her. I was thinking of going down there for a visit, but I don't want the drama.

All serial killers have three names

2005-07-15T07:05:00.000-07:00

Why didn't I think about the fact that all serial killers have three names when I got excited about emails from this guy. I mean, what man puts his first, middle and last name on his voice mail?

For this reason, I should not have been surprised when the freak reared his ugly, shaved head. No, really, I don't mean to be shallow, but if you admit you look like a serial killer with your shaved head, wouldn't you at least smile in a picture?

The real kicker is that he likes to do E and go to the Gothic/Electronica nights at a local night club.

I could work with bushy eyebrows, but I don't do trench coat maffia.

So much for personal ads. I am going to return to being the third wheel with my married friends. It feels much safer.

Can't focus at work...must post

2005-07-13T12:50:00.000-07:00

I did go for a run yesterday after snacking on the couch. Even at 8 pm I felt like I was running underwater. Stupid to run outside on a code orange air quality day.

I cannot focus on work this afternoon. I responded to a personal ad and got the most amazing response back - I just can't stop thinking about it. This guy is a liberal democrat working on a ph.d in politics from Oxford. When I wrote him, I mentioned my grad work in art history and he comes back with how he loves cathedrals and Whistler's peacock room in the Freer. He wants to know all about my thesis. He likes blue grass and dire straits but doesn't judge my indulgence in hip hop. He went to see Dolly Parton at the 9:30 club (my bro-in-law would approve). He likes to hike but hasn't done it in awhile.

so, lets see. He is obviously intelligent, and has interests beyond this thesis topic. He's liberal and likes to get away from the city, but doesn't mind checking out the latest exhibit in the city. Could he have had a better first impression for a girrl from WV who likes the city but loves to escape into the woods? A girrl who prefers Newsweek to Cosmo? I am SO interested, without knowing exactly what he looks like.

He did mention that he is 6'6". Let me just say that I am 5'2". I think I would need a walkie talkie to hold a conversation with him if we were standing side by side. If I saw a couple walking down the street with that kind of height discrepancy I would get the giggles. It gives me the giggles now. At least I will be sitting beside him in a movie instead of bitching about the big head in front of me blocking my view of the screen. Let me stop, I am already talking about strolls on the street and movies...

Ugh...

2005-07-12T13:48:00.000-07:00

I just did not want to get out of beg this morning and come to work, but I did because I like to get paid. And of course the day I have no motivation had to be a day when I absolutely had to be productive. It just made me grumpy. My boss was on my back all day to get this crap done, I didn't get to take a lunch break, which means I didn't get to go home and get my gym clothes. Now, I know that as much as I say I am going to go home and change and then go the gym, I am more likely to kick off my shoes and snack on the couch. Then I will feel gross and even grumpier. Stupid job ruined my hole day AND I haven't heard from any of the guys from the personal ads in a few days. This whole day has just been annoying.

I like big butts...

2005-07-11T13:49:00.000-07:00

It has been a joke with my sister that I don't have an ass... I've always been an overweight girrl - and I used to say that at the top of my legs was just the mass that should be my ass. My sister, being much smaller and more physically fit than I, has always had a nice ass, one that puts most white girrls to shame.

Additionally, I tend to be attracted to black men, and they are obsessed with asses. The guy I am dating (is that the word you use when the bugger won't commit but gets all your privileges?) now is always marveling at other women's asses, and is especially astounded when he sees a white woman with a phat ass. Having a mass instead of an ass and hearing that a lot made me even more envious. And I must admit, even I marvel at most black women's booties.

But this morning, I put on this skirt, and there actually seems to be a shape to my ass!!! I have lost some weight recently and am running 2.5 - 3 miles about 4-5 times a week. My cheeks have definitely lifted.

I am excited and self-conscious about this. When I first looked in the mirror this morning, I couldn't believe it. I was late for work because I kept going back to check a different angle. This skirt is flattering. It kind of clings to me, so walking to work I felt like my ass was just poking out there, swishing seductively as I walked. Every time I leave the bathroom I look back over my shoulder in the full length mirror just to make sure it is still there. I want to ask all my friends if they see what I see too.

I have these conflicting feelings. I remember growing up and being told that you need to do lots of exercises to make your butt smaller. In ballet it is stomach in, butt under and chest out. I can't speak for all women, but I think that white women especially are encouraged to have small butts. But today, we live in a culture where everyone covets the J.Lo booty. I feel both excited and a little embarrassed about my newly developing shape.

Come out come out wherever you are...but pluck your eyebrows first

2005-07-08T17:00:00.000-07:00

So, it is time to find people, ok just men, to expand my horizons. take me out, make me laugh or make me run away screaming. I am just dying for some new experiences.

But where are all these people? How do you find them? I am not tall, thin and blonde so going out to get picked up is hugely unsuccessful and I end up making fun of all the hot girls (they DO NOT get a double rr) that I secretly want to be like. And as I have mentioned, my friends are all married and can't hook a sister up.

I tried the one ok looking guy at work last year... his looks were deceiving. When I am at the gym I just want to be left alone...

What's left? The net. I didn't want to pay for friends so dating services are out, plus I am not looking for the love of my life. I don't want long walks on the beach or long kisses while we snuggle on the couch. I want hiking and baseball games with beer, I want road trips and art museums. Oh wait sorry, this is starting to sound like my own personal ad...

Speaking of personal ads, that's where I turned. All the guys seeking women confident enough to put their picture out there right away are seeking SWF, tall, blonde, thin/athletic type. Hello? They obviously can't get that if they are resorting to the net. Why can't someone say, "in search of short, slighly overweight SWF, with big brown eyes, curly hair and big tits? that would make my life a lot easier.

I found a few without pics that peaked my interest. A guy who admitted he wasn't perfect and wasn't looking for the perfect woman, just someone fun. Another guy who admitted to know all the words to that Maneater song by Hall and Oats, and the last one just wanted to have drinks with someone after work.

Great, sent replies and pictures. Got responses and pictures, and what do I do? Immediately start judging! He looks like a tech nerd that hasn't had enough girrl friends, his eyebrows are too bushy. No wonder I can't make new friends! If it is all about the experience then why am I sabotaging myself into seeing only the negative. Now, if I ever meet the lawyer for drinks, I won't be able to take my eyes off of the eyebrows he stole from Burt. Ok, not that bad. At least he has two separate eyebrows in the picture.

Have you ever heard of a Nigerian Pub?

2005-07-08T07:41:00.000-07:00

I am just a single girrl who realized the other day that she need to get her life together, and meet some new people. What better way to do that than to post my narcisistic ramblings about attempting to get into the dating scene in DC?

I have been dying to meet new people, new men, for about a year now. I have some interests from the past, but I need some fresh faces. The bar scene is not me, and all of my friends are married so they are of no help either.

Case in point... a few weeks ago I call up my wonderful friend "Lynne", to schedule a get together. Of course, she is a package deal, and since her husband is just as much fun as she is, I invite them to meet me at a new local bar I have been dying to check out, but too self conscious to do alone. We are there to have dinner and watch an NBA playoff game (so the hubby will have something to do while we have girrl talk).

I see them at a table on the other side of the room when I walk in. I walk along the curved bar to get to them, when a large man motions me over to him. Mind you this is a bar and I am always carded, so I assume he is the bouncer checking my ID. I am not that lucky this time. He extends his hand, and naively I offer mine, but I am kind of confused why the bouncer wants to shake my hand. he proceeds to tell me I have a wonderful walk, comanding presence, blah, blah blah. All I can think of is "hey man! give me back my hand"! But he won't let go. It try to tell him I here to meet friends, but I am too nice, and keep smiling. He wants to take me to Nigerian pub. I don't know if he means a pub in Nigeria because I don't know what Nigerian pub is! When he asks me if I have ever been to Africa, I am appalled at the possibility that this is some sort of sexual reference and snatch my hand back and walk away.

So, where were my friends in all this.? The crazy pseudo-bouncer was strategically placed behind a pillar. They saw me walk towards them and then disappear and didn't think anything of it. I don't blame them for leaving me to be kidnapped and smuggled to Nigeria, because they have been out of the game too long to even think that maybe I was accosted en route to our table.

I learned the hard way that married friends and the bar scene are a recipe for disaster for a single girrl in the city.