Who are you again?

I used to have a pretty good sense of where I fit into my family structure... on a good day, it was somewhere behind Lucky the Wonderdog.  When my nieces came along, I think I bumped a little lower.   I'm officially one rung further down on the ladder.  Why?
 
My parents are in Vegas this week... I'm hoping to win me lots of money so I can retire.  I'd even consider being their nanny.  Yet, this is the text message I get from my Dad:   "Hi, Mom wants to know about the WS of Poker Mike is interested in.  Is it a game we can get in LV?"
 
(No, I also don't know how my dad doesn't know what World Series of Poker is... especially since he's usually more knowledgeable than me in just about everything.)  
 
so, i responded that if they win $1,000 they could spot him to play in it... (we'll forgo the fact that I am not so bad at the cards, also). 
 
Response:
Dad: "If we win big, he's in"
Me: what do i get?
Dad: you can watch him.
 
I hope I at least get an invite to Christmas this year... if not, look out Doyles, I'm crashing.
 
Smooches,
G

Another thing that needs a name...

The day has come.  I'm going to the Apple store.  My computer done died and the boyfriend is converting me to a Mac.  It's sorta like the Twilight series... but, ya know, just with a computer.  Take that R-Patz and K-Stew.  Oh and my 72-yr old Dad who has cooler technology then me!!  :-)

Happy Birthday Scotty!!

Ah yes, it is time for the annual Scoot birthday post.  Usually this time I'm loaded with life survival tips including How to Survive a Blackout in Vegas, The Ins and Outs to Dating Life and When It's Ok to Eat Pasta You Find When You Awake from a Drunken Stupor on Your Couch.

 

Yet, sadly, Scoot, I'm afraid I have matured and no longer have those fun tales to tell.  Instead, I'll have to go back to the roots of our friendship and reconnect with you on a level that you and I have perfected over the last 17 years. 

 

Figured it out yet?  That's right, making fun of the Schmeffster.

 

For those of you that don't know, Scoot and I have devoted half of our lives to the fine art of laughing at Schmeff.  Schmeffster still refuses to acknowledge just how funny he is and the joy it brings to me and Scoot to laugh endlessly at his uniqueness.  Well, Scotty, in honor of your birthday, I managed to dig up the below conversations – between you and me – and also between me and the Schmeffster. 

 

I hope you laugh as hard as I did. 

 

Happy birthday to you!  You know I love you mister. 

 

Smooches,

G

 

PS – this could be the last of Schmeffster coverage.  After 7 years of blogging about him, he has asked me to stop.  I'm sure you all can convince him otherwise.  We LOVE you Schmeffster!

 

(Scene: Scotty signs on IM after G has an extensive conversation with Schmeffster)

 

G (to Scotty): Schmeff is disappointed that I can't find something about him that makes him OCD.  I told him he was paranoid schizophrenic w/a side order of hypochondria... and he's very upset that he doesn't have obsessive compulsive disorder.  Really?

 

(G sends below conversation to show Scoot)

 

Schmeffy: We were talking at lunch yesterday about OCD.  There are some people in my office that have some major issues for what its worth...but anyway, I couldn't put my finger on any unique OCD habits I have.  Then I asked my wife, and she couldn't figure any either.  I said, 'G must know'.

 

G: You... OCD? Nah, you're more paranoid schizophrenic

 

Schmeffy: Huh?

 

G: With a side order of hypochondria…definitely hypochondriac and paranoid, but I can't think of anything that you do that's OCD.

 

Schmeffy: Hmph

 

G: Do you want OCD?

 

Schmeffy: No, just figured that I had some ticks...just couldn't think of them.

 

G: hmmm... Nah... I don't think so.

 

Schmeffy: K

 

 

Scotty: HMM. How about the time he tried to make all of the Nissan symbols on his car rims face the same way?

 

G: Oooh!  That's a great one!  I can't win.  Tell the kid he has a mis-shapened head and he gets all upset... tell the kid he doesn't have mental health issues, and he's disappointed.

 

(G back to Schmeffy)

 

G: I'm double checking.  I stand corrected…you have OCD issues with cars.  How about the time he tried to make all of the Nissan symbols on his car rims face the same way?

 

Schmeffy: Who said that?

 

G: I'll give you three guesses and it should only take one.  Who else would have the same wealth of Schmeffy knowledge?

 

Schmeffy: Forget it...

Isn't it Funny?

Just watched a stupid movie...Grown Ups. But dang, it made me miss my peeps.

Funny what makes you homesick sometimes...and I count myself lucky that I have so many places and people to miss.

Smooches,
G

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Take that Maturity!

This weekend, I did my own taxes. It hurt my brain, but still did it. AND, I managed to get out pastel and chalk stains from my clothes after the shoot. Sure, it took 5 wash cycles, but I used Clorox and am uninjured.

Who's the queen of domestication? Yep, that'd be me!

Smooches,
G

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The Show Goes On...

I've had a couple hours to sleep. So, other than being beyond exhausted, this project was one of the cooler things I've worked on. You'll see me around 30 seconds in... immortalized on YouTube as a big ol' blur... I'm thanking goodness that's its a work related reason to be found on YouTube.

Seriously though, putting this production together in Union Station was a crazy ordeal, but you know me... and me with people... hearing people's stories about family members they've lost to diabetes or taking pictures to send to their families as reminders why they keep asking them to get help or get tested... I was all overcome with emotion. This was a good thing for a 13 hour day, 12 hours of which I was on my feet talking to people.

Enjoy, please share on FB, so word gets out.

Smooches,
G

It's 4:33 AM

I've just finished my 16th hour of work since 6:30 pm Tuesday night. And this just made my morning:

Why My Dad is Cooler than Me... reason #4,296

My father will be 72 this year... and he is cooler than me.  First, he became a Mac, while I'm a lowly PC.  Then, he got an iTouch... and is well versed in his apps (the Garage Sale one is just my parents' favorite fascination).  Now, my father called me the other night because he has switched from his Blackberry Torch to a Droid.
 
The upside is that I will no longer need damnyouautocorrect.com b/c my dad's new voice-to-text feature is all the humor i need.  Case in point:
 
G: go to facebook and show mom pics that the boyfriend took
Dad: Hi gina pictures look great mom would like god kapisa if possible on are you get off from facebook let me know okay but my shots bye
G: is "god kapisa" good copies?
Dad: you got it.
 
The good news is that I may finally be on my parent's mantle, if my boyfriend gives them a picture.  Of course, it won't be a picture of just me... because there still isn't a single picture of me up there... but hey, I'll take it.
 
Smooches,
G

Now That's a Good Day

Today, I managed to get two tickets to see Phish, which I haven't seen in years. Psyched because I've got shut out a few years for these tix!

But that's not all folks! I'm going to Disneyworld!! Really! Me and the Boyfriend have been trying to think of a vacation - and finally decided upon Orlando.

Hoping he doesn't lose me - unlike my family. Also hoping he will continue to appreciate my G-ness, as me trying to contain myself in Disneyworld would cause spontaneous combustion.

So, yea, that's a pretty damn good day. Much needed after a long week.

Smooches!
-G

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Mucho Gusto, Me Llamo Bradley

Ah, Sublime's Caress Me Down... I officially begin pining away for Magni Christmas every time this song comes up on iPurple.

Miss my favorite dancers, my M12 posse...and all my Jersey peeps.

Smooches,
G

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The G Book of World Records...

When I was in Aruba, B said "if anyone should have given up hope (when it comes to meeting someone), it was you. But you didn't, you just kept on going."  As is the general nature of our discussions, we were, of course, laughing hysterically during this conversation as we recounted the numerous poor attempts at dating.  From the funnier stories of the light weight to the time B dressed me like a lesbian sailor and kissed me in front of my date... there really are some classic stories to be told.  Some truly sad stories too, but, that's just the nature of life.
  
I've told most of you throughout the last zillion years that when I met the right guy, that I would kick him in the shin for making me wait for so long.  If I didn't think it would've made a bad impression, I would've kicked someone nearly two years ago... soon after he kissed my hand saying good night on our first date.  as he would say, "your aim is pretty bad and you'd probably kick an innocent stranger."
 
Obviously, we didn't stay together for two years, otherwise this would be a different story... and let's face it, not a very G-riffic story at that.  Because when do I ever get anything right the first time? 
 
Yet, now 6 months later, I'm happy to say that that same boy and I are very much together.  I may (or may not) admit that I get a little giddy when I know I'm going to see him.  We've shared a laugh or two thousand.  And, apparently, I'm still glowing.  I'd love to blame some radioactive DC water, but I'm afraid that isn't the case. 
 
It would seem I may be on to something here.  I'd be lying if I told you that every day is sunshine and roses... and all of you know how much work goes into relationships.  But there is something to be said for when something feels quite right.  When that person who you've really only known for a very short time in comparison to everyone else, seems like they've always been a part of your world.  Blends right in with family and friends... yet, is still so unique and special. 
 
He's a smart cookie - but don't tell him I told you that.  He's well adept at reading me.  And he's also pretty good at surprising me, always when I'm least expecting it.  He'll tell me that he does some stuff "because that's what boyfriends are supposed to do".  I sorta nod, but mostly because I don't have the heart to break it to him that he's wrong.  It's not what boyfriends do.  It's what he does - and its what separates him from everyone else. 
 
Yes, I know you are thinking that I didn't have anywhere to go but up.  But, I don't think any of us (self included) was expecting me to reach the top of the pile.
 
I'd like to tell you I got lucky... but, as I've been told so many times, when the timing is right it will happen.  And when I win, I win big.
 
And so it goes...
 
Sappyness and smooches,
G