When big shit happens, I can maintain a fairly level head of the situation at hand and act accordingly. So, why does the “small stuff” still wreck havoc on my insides and provide endless amounts of stress? And why is flying STILL one of the most traumatic experiences for me ever?
Never start a conversation with your significant other with the words, “We have a problem.” As I also tweeted, boyfriend will immediately assume pregnancy has befallen him. I am not fucking pregnant, by the way…
I have never taken my boyfriend for granted, and when semi-big shit hit the fan, I knew because of him in my life, I truly had no worries. It’s an even bigger, heart-melting, “WOW” than I have ever imagined. He’s got my back. And he dishes some great advice. No, you cannot borrow him. But I do like to share.
Yeah, yeah… *puke*
There are still some awesome girls left in Cleveland. Outside of my inner circle of girlfriends, I resigned that most chicks were catty gossip-mongers. In my experience throughout my schooling and career path, most women were *not* extremely helpful and/or mentoring. “She” would react to my looking to change careers or “do better” in the community that I was somehow out to get her. I am not a back-stabber — never have been — and I find it extremely unfortunate that more professional women do not look out for one another. Perhaps I looked for advice and guidance in the wrong circles all along. That being said, after a fantastic gnoCLE this week, I remembered that there *are* awesome women in this city, ever looking out for one another even if purely to motivate. And the bonding! That is more precious than the chocolate-peanut-butter-cup martinis. Thanks again for the invite, KK.
Oh yeah, and I need to find a job because I am all-kinds-of-bored. Sitting at home watching a cat is fun for a day — maybe two. But seriously… I hate court room dramas, and I’m caught up on basically everything on Hulu. BTW, can you watch full episodes of Bad Girls Club online somewhere?
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January 27th, 2010 at 2:56 pm
They are few and far between… that’s why I hold on so tight I almost suffocate them when I find them.
Seems reasonable.
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January 29th, 2010 at 9:31 am
So awesome meeting you at gnoCLE and so happy to be a follower of your blog now - heard awesome things about it from KK! Girlfriends are few and far between that is for sure! Hope to chat more at the next gnoCLE event! Good luck on the job front - have a few friends in real estate so I will keep my ears open for ya!
January 29th, 2010 at 5:13 pm
I’ve always wondered why smart, accomplished women are also such backstabbing bitches. You CAN be upwardly mobile WITHOUT being a pain in the ass.
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