Pay it Forward

I hope everyone had a super fantastic Thanksgiving. Last week, J was down to visit me a few nights before Turkey Day, so I didn't have any time to blog. Excuses, excuses.

Nearly four months in, and we're still in that laugh at each other-good times phase. I hope this never ends. It's nauseating to our friends. Friday night, I brushed my teeth before bed and came into the bedroom. I was greeted by dim lighting and multiple candles burning. As I passed by a few, I said, "Do you want me to blow these out?" Talk about a way to ruin the mood. We had a good laugh over that one.

Sunday evening, I went with J to a "Pay it Forward" party. Everyone brings a gift and plays dirty Santa Claus, but you also make a cash only donation. That money goes to the outreach program at church, to help needy families around the holidays. No one knows who gives what, and the church leaders don't know who's involved to donate. I think about 25 or so people showed up to participate. We raised $4001 at the end of the night. It was pretty cool.

So even though the movie was a bust, I encourage you all to think about how to Pay it Forward.

Here's to a good week!
Smooches.
W

Love & Time for Chlamydia

Not really a post...but have you all seen the previews for that movie "Love in the time of Cholera"?

Excuse me? How romantic right?

What's next, the sequel..."Lust in the Period of Scarlet Fever'?

Give me a break. Maybe it is time for the writer's to go on strike for awhile in Hollywood.

I'm all abuzz...the Amazing Race, Top Model, Project Runway...OH MY! Lots of must see TV going on lately.

I should learn something tomorrow about the interview I had earlier this week.

I'll keep you posted.

Smooches!

Hand (me a) Job

I have an excuse for not blogging since Friday.

I left work Friday and went right to the Big City. "J" and I cuddled up on the couch to watch Lisa Williams: Life Among the Dead and Psychic Challenge...both excellent programs I might add. Then it was off to a romantic dinner for two at Sonic: America's Drive In. Admittedly, it doesn't sound like much, but it was a great quiet night at home.

For once, we had nothing planned all weekend, which was an awesome switch. No birthdays, no dinner parties, no musicals...just some quality J & W time.

We did have reason to celebrate. A few weeks ago, I had to submit a writing proposal as part of a test for a job in the Big City. After randomly applying to just about every PR/Marketing job available, I find something somewhat similar to my current job.

The man in charge of hiring for the position was nice enough to give a timeline.

Week 1...Writing test...
Week 2...Selection & Notification of finalists
Week 3...Interviews
Week 4...Final interview & Job Offer

Last Friday was the end of week 2...and since I hadn't heard anything...I figured I would get a 'you suck, thanks for playing loser' rejection letter in the mail. So I was about to give up, when the HR lady from the potential new job calls me to schedule an interview!

I had to call in sick Monday morning, but that gave me an extra TWO nights in the Big City to spend with J...bonus!

The interview itself was just weird. The guy asked very few questions...but did a lot of talking and describing the job. He told me he was very impressed by my writing (huge compliment coming from a guy who's office was decorated in industry awards) and liked my style and 'voice'.

He told me I was one of six finalists getting an interview this week. 30 people were asked to submit the writing proposal, so I felt lucky to get to come in face to face. I should know something by the end of the week. Problem is...i would just be creating proposals and 'seeing what sticks'...instead of actually completing a project or doing something hands on...it's only researching and writing proposals. Not exactly my ideal job...but if it pays enough and gets me to the Big City, until I can find something else...one can hope.

I had to get up at 6 this morning and left J in bed...just so I could get back to the small time in time for work at 9.

Here's to what's left of a great week!

"W"

Running Down a Dream

Several years ago, I promised myself I'd run a marathon by the time I was 30. Who was I kidding? I could barely run a mile without serious pain or sweat. Over the last year I worked my way up to 2 miles, then 2.5, and of course I completed a 5K (3.1 miles) back in September.

Gal Pal Stephanie and friend CJ run with me a few nights a week to continue our progress. However, the freaking cold weather that finally hit makes it pretty hard to keep motivated when it's dark and bitterly cold at 8pm.

We've decided to train for a half marathon in the Big City, the day after my 30-th bday. 13.something miles is doable. We're officially beginning hardcore training in January, a few months out from the big race.

My problem and concern is that whenever I hit mile three, my feet go numb. As in pins and needles, I can't feel my toes, or foot for that matter. I've been reading up on what might cause it all...and I think it's just old worn out tennis shoes. Maybe Santa will bring me some for Christmas.

Oh...and Wes says to Sarah, "I'm not a pussy, so go lick one and quit commenting on my blog with that." :-)

Smooches
"W"

Flu Shots Suck!

So I got my first flu shot ever today.

Let me just say I HATE needles. Like really. Ouch!

After getting the flu back in February, I decided not to repeat that hell of 4-5 days again. They offered free flu shots today at work, and I took advantage.

A few years ago, they handed out hand sanitizer amid the great flu shot shortage.

This morning there was a mad rush for people to go cram into a tiny lobby, roll up their sleeves, and get pricked. Some of the men had to take their shirts off, but I refused to remove my blouse for some health dept chiqa to get her sexual jollies.

Amid some discussion and debate about whether or not to get a shot because of the potential side effects...I took the plunge.

Now my shoulder and back and upper arm hurt and I feel tired and achy.

This post was totally lame but true.

W

Oops, I Did It Again!

I'm on a mission now. I'm going to make a commitment to myself, my few readers, and my blog. From here on out, I'll post at least three times a week (if not more).

Things have just been going so well in most parts of my life, it's really hard to blog about "J said this" or "J did that"...I don't want you all to throw up in your mouths a little. We do make our friends sick by giggling and the things we say to each other. I know I'd be nauseous otherwise too.

This past weekend we saw "The Drowsy Chaperone". It was a fun and cute little musical...lots of slapstick, and some aside humor too. Before the show, we had dinner at a fancy French restaurant. The tarte tatin was amazing!

Coming this week, Life Isn't Just Black and White and Comfortably Numb.

See you soon!

"W"