The Building Chick!

And so it begins....

2009-08-25T23:43:00.000-04:00

Alot changes in a year that you can't really explain ..there's no synopsis that can express the highs and lows of someone's life adequately....at least, not my life.

The blog has been underground for some time now and I won't divulge it's whereabouts...but's it's been around and now it's back to a more public forum because, let's face it, with FB, Twitter, and the remaining MySpacers(not me, thanks), it's all out there anyway.

Friendships have come and gone but for the most part, they've endured and strengthened. I finally can see who is a friend to me and who I am a friend to, sometimes those two are not the same, ya know?

Work is always work, but I've made a point to have a social life. maybe it's not the dating life I had hoped for but the good times have been amazing and the bad times have been hardly existent. I've come to grasps with the fact that my "one" may not be out there and if he is, he's is currently in a 20 yr coma and will most likely awake from his sleepy state a gay man. While my luck in friendships and family has increased, my love life, for lack of a better term (however inaccurate the words may be) is not on anyone's radar, least of all mine.

Superheros, Hiking, Video Games,Kayaking and Seymour are still the staples of my life...I have embraced my inner and outer nerd and it has embraced me right back.

Right now I'm sitting at LaGuardia Airport awaiting an inspection on one of my projects at the insane 2:am hour...bananas, I know. Life is status quo and I could use a glass of wine and some quality time with my bed. This week promises to be relaxing after today/ tomorrow...and maybe then I will try to catch you up to speed.

I'm back......and I'm not sure why

2009-07-15T16:33:00.002-04:00

So, how long could I stay away...it's been since November and while not alot has happened, ALOT has happened. My life is on such a good pace and it keeps getting better. This blog used to be cathartic for me, to help me put my hurdles in perspective and make me own my feelings. Now, though, I'm so happy, I come back to the blog because I want to share my smiles and my joy with everyone. I mean, shouting it from the rooftops is fun, but it leaves you with a sore throat!

Who thought a reunion would be THAT much fun?

2008-11-22T14:04:00.004-05:00

Ok, so technically, it was not a formal reunion...just a motley group of random people who always managed to hang out together here and there during our formative years converging on THE epitome of white trash hangouts Bayonne style.

Bananas.....absolutely bananas!

The night started off with shots, ended with shots and had shots all in between....I can't really describe the night because you definitely had to be there but there are pics, if you know where to find me on FB. And now it looks like what was once a 'reunion' thing is becoming a regular occurrence.

But let me now tell you about my PRE-festivities happenings. I've been talking to someone, I think I mentioned before...we'll now call him Wildfire.....I'm sure you can imagine what he does for a living with that tag name, no? Well, he talked me into hanging out for a few minutes before I headed to Bayonne and it was really cool.

Now, let me just give you some stats on Wildfire..he younger....alot younger than I normally go for ..not like Mary Kay Letourneau young but, definitely reaching some sort of cougar-like activity. And he's 6'-7" --I know, right? Like Holy F'ing cow, that's like Ho Ho Ho Green Giant tall!!!!

Let's be honest for a second,... I am 5'-4" ...So he's like 100 ft taller than me. And a girl can't help but wonder if everything is , ummm, proportional in that respect..LOL..... A friend's husband is 6'-2" and she, sadly, admitted that it is NOT proportionate all the time and what would look normal on one who is of regular height, would make someone of larger frame look, well, smaller. I mean, it's not like I'm planning on seeing anything but a girl's gotta consider things, no?

Getting back to Wildfire..he only lives about 20 blocks from me so the buffer zone is not exactly in effect but he did sweetly offer to come pick me up in Bayonne if I drank too much and didn't want to drive... We are going to hang out on Sunday and see what happens but it was nice to just chat in person, as we've been living on the phone recently...and you know how I hate the phone...yuck!

Ok, that's all...not terribly exciting but you're the one reading it, so who are you to judge??

:o)

Serenity now, serenity now....or later would be ok too!!

2008-11-20T11:20:00.002-05:00

So, I'm on the job site and I am beyond stressed. It's not that there's SO much to do, just my nerves, I think. It's a little strange but it's almost as if the fact that there's nothing extremely wrong right now, with the project, is making me more stressed than if there were.

I mean, we have some major hiccups, some oversights by the A/E (what else is new), and some headaches but I'm looking a major alarm and I got ...nuthin'! (Yukon Cornelius where are you?) I like to be needed, to problem solve, to be the control freak that I am...but these boys are making it a little too easy on me!! Damn their efficiency!

Anywho, last night I stayed up a little past my bed time to talk to a new contestant in Building Chick's Dating Olympics!! Really nice guy...although, who wants that?? LOL

This weekend promises to be an interesting one. Going back to the hometown for a little get together with old friends/ acquaintances at THE white trash bar of our area. It's the bar you can go to at any point in time and find the same people on the same stools listening to "One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer" while actually doing 1 shot of bourbon, a shot of scotch and washing it all down with a beer. I'm from Jersey so we have the whole "oh what exit are your from" thing happening...If Bruce or Bon Jovi are on, you'd think they all just won the lottery and every "woo hoo" girl is on the prowl to climb one more rung up the Skank Ladder.

I love my hometown, or at least I do now looking back and not living there and although I refuse to tease my hair, I won't be wearing white Reebok's, and my nails are of average length, I think I can still hang and have a good time of it. I am looking forward to seeing some people (more than than others) and just cutting loose...it's over due and soooo needed..

Ooh! Someone just called me with a problem about the site...yay!! I am needed!

Family Style

2008-11-19T20:15:00.002-05:00

So, lately, I've been looking back at my past and piecing together the happier times, the memories that made me say "oh yeah, I forgot about that" and a big part of that is reconnecting with my family.

We all sort of fell apart after my Grandma's passing when I was 5, and even further when my Grandpa passed on when I was 19. ....it's sad because my family is actually pretty frickin' funny and down to Earth (with a few exceptions,lol)

Tonight I put out an APB on the family and am gearing up to do some sort of reunion/ party in the new year. My cousin, Tony, (yes we are Eye-talian) is going to help and we are seriously going to make an effort to be an actual family and hopefully friends, too. I like that, the direction it's going is comforting.

I don't think you recognize how important family is until you are reminded of what you've lost. With my history of my Mom and my brother, I kind of disconnected any 'need' of having a family. I guess it's easier not to need it than it is to want it and not be able to have it. There is, and will always be, my number one super hero, My Poppa Bear, but now there's this lost history and nostalgia that I need to find and be a bigger part of.

Maybe realizing that there's more to life than work is the biggest key to having a life. But having the people around who make you want to take a breath is the first step.

So here I go, breathing deep.........

The Bitch-log continues..

2008-11-17T19:20:00.003-05:00

I tried to stay away, I really did. The constant reminder that I was sharing my life with random people (and more importantly,those who are not so random) became tiresome and somewhat frightening..but I had to come back.

I read books, went for walks, and turned my attention to work, friends, work, and family, oh yeah, and work.... but this is my rant and this is where my innermost thoughts and delusions of grandeur are brought to fruition. My sounding board...my bitch fest...

So here I sit.

I am still at the airport working my tail off (and if you saw my tail, you'd know that's ALOT of work)...project will be over at the end of the year and every minute of every day is counting. It's my favorite time of the job, when you're tested, pushed, and you're putting out fires every minute. It's also great to see people rise to the occasion and push past mediocrity because they take pride in their job. I only wish the Architect was one of those people...ha ha...

And the reason why most of you have tuned in every once in a while, my dating life (snicker, snicker). Now, here's the deal, if I'm going to use this blog as my inner sanctum, I have to be truthful, right? But here's the catch, there are lots of people I work with, talk to, and am friendly with that have gotten their hands on this thing (the blog, not me, you pervs!) so I have to choose my words somewhat carefully...

So, tonight, I am headed out on a date..Some of my smart ass friends are in a fake pool on how long the date will last. Typical and hysterical... his name is Redeemer and this is the 2nd time we are hanging out. We all know it won't last but it's valiant of him to try.

As of tonight, game is back on.....an entry every day is my goal....two if you're lucky...

Cheers, I have to go out now and destroy some one's hopes...

Why am I always the last to know??

2008-09-23T09:12:00.001-04:00

COD: Worlds at War--release date November 11th

-----When it's mine, don't expect to hear from me until Turkey Day..if then!!!

SShhhh...did you hear that???

2008-09-22T23:01:00.002-04:00

Someone just came back in the revolving door of my life......

Work,Shmirk.... Primetime TV is gearing up with a new season for the brainless!!!

2008-09-22T18:04:00.003-04:00

So, it's not brain surgery. Meet a guy, date a guy, and then dump a guy. I seem to have it down to a science. I don't want to brag but I'm rather talented at the art of catch and release. I don't want what is right in front of me but I want everything that seems unattainable. But enough about the opposite sex (or my lack of it)...

Tonight starts that special time of the year when people sets their DVR's to higher education and lower expectations....Season Premiere week!! What's a girl to do with this many new shows on and a DVR that only records two shows simultaneously....crud!!

And in case anyone is wondering, yes, it the week of the UN General Assembly...Batman may or may not be near by, but stop asking.... who needs a caped crusader when I have super Puppy and my remote control?

BTW, anyone see the Giants game yesterday, We shouldn't have eked by that win, in OT no less, but a W is a W...3 and 0! The Pats have completely lost their dynasty status with Tom Brady out for the season, the Jets are, well the Jets (Favre or no Favre), and Dallas doesn't look too great either as they wrestled with a Favre-less Packer team yesterday. My money is on Big Blue... I know, I know, I'm, biased... but what's wrong with being biased when you're right???

Woo Hoo--- GO GIANTS!!!!

Lightbulbs are my foe!! I declare war!

2008-09-20T21:25:00.003-04:00

Why must they ALL go out at the same time? It's not like I use them equally and almost ALWAYS, the ones that are wwwayyyyy up in the high ceilings that blow out in synchronicity. Arrgghhhh.. Crap, now I have to go find a BF to change them for me because I can't reach them, even on the ladder. Maybe I'll just live by the light of the TV, computer, and the occasional Yankee Candle.

Then again, I should be used to being in the dark by now, no?

Serenity Now! Serenity Now!

2008-09-20T18:02:00.005-04:00

Ever notice that when you have choices to make, you have all these options, all these scenarios but then, when you finally, actually CHOOSE, it seems like you forgot to consider the other 4 million OTHER options you had but by then, it's too late.

Life is creeping up on me from all these bizarre angles. I'm overwhelmed at work but, mostly in a good way... Friends are good but I need to make time to call the ones who have a more regimented schedule as I'm afraid to call anyone with a kid after 8:pm but that seems to be the only down time I have these days...and men, well, are men.

Someone I thought I could never let back in my life again, is slowly wearing my resistance down. And yes, that someone is a guy. There's a friendship we have that translates into an underlying "what if", I think, for both of us. A trepidation of will we/ won't we looms but right now it's nice to actually like this person again, to see the good and the reasons why he was in my life so long ago. I don't know if it is going anywhere but exactly where it is -a friendship- but in the past few years, I've learned to accept that anything is possible. Extenuating complications are either going to be catalysts for us to move closer together of further apart and only time will tell.

The UN Assembly is going on soon and that means maybe Batman comes on the scene..who knows..I know he won't be on my scene anymore, either way..lol...

Tina and I went to the Renaissance Festival last weekend and I can only tell you that it is a side show within a sideshow. It's where the ultra geeks who got kicked out of the Star Wars and Star Trek fan clubs go when they needed a place to congregate. HOLY F! I've never felt so thin and so cute in all my life! Women -large women- in tight , boob revealing outfits that make you put the junk food down and grab a piece of fruit. There were some really cool shows and crafts that I wasted my money on.

During the Joust, we grab a seat on a grassy hill to watch- a rather large man decided it would be a good idea to sit on one of those foldable tripod seats -on the hill- and when he did, he looked like Jack AND Jill tumbling down the hill holding a few cows!!! It was insane!! We also saw a psychic there and while I don't prescribe to their "talents", I have to honestly tell you that some of the things she said were down right spooky and there was NO way my mere facial expressions could have given her any clue to saying such things..creeeeppppy

I went out to dinner with the one person who could be called my first official best friend- Bobbie Ann. (we were 6 when we met). She looked great, we laughed through the whole dinner and it was like old times, except old times for us would have had us playing with Barbie Dolls, eating mac and cheese, and selling decorated seashells on the front porch of her house...

Anywho, time for me to walk the Super Pup....

Oh, did I mention I got an ultra cool new ride--A Ford Edge in Ice Blue--super cute, super cool and losta gadgets for Building Chick to rock with... I'll post some pics soon...

9/11 - Seven Years later

2008-09-11T18:11:00.004-04:00

I was working at JFK Airport today. You cannot imagine how quiet it was, how the travel was so minimal.

There were observances of silence throughout the entire Terminal/ Airport for each tower that fell and a bagpiper that we know played Amazing Grace as is echoed though each level of the Terminal. It was eerie and touching all at once. Silence reverberated as a single person here and there still felt the overwhelming need to talk on their cell or order a coffee. And it wasn't visitors from another country, it was locals.. Actually those who were traveling from abroad (our Terminal has airlines for Japan, German(duh!), Italy, etc) were so respectful, acting so delicately throughout the day. One passenger who stopped to ask me a question actually mentioned she came in to be near the memorial and feel the togetherness she sees on TV when she watches the yearly tribute.

A year ago today I was in Australia and wanted so badly to be here, with my friends and family close by; knowing all was safe...but today, I wanted to be anywhere but here. But then again, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else but here...does that make sense?

I hate how I cry when I think of that day, when I think of the loss, when I think of the reason behind it (or lack thereof). After 9/11 I could not understand how people could ever again say "you don't know what you've got until it's gone", because when you see people lose SO much, how can you not be reminded of what you should hold so close?

As I raced down the stairs of the terminal today, after the last moment of silence, someone said "Time Flies, huh?" and I just looked at him and realized that the last 7 years couldn't have dragged on any slower and I suddenly didn't know what my hurry was.

Remember it all and remember all of them.........

Fall is Back so I am springing ahead!!

2008-09-11T17:13:00.002-04:00

Last weekend I went up to Mohegan Sun and rocked the BlackJack tables for the weekend. Had so much fun, it was bananas! Came home $1,500 ahead, spent some time with a good friend who I didn't even grasp was that good of a friend, and then came back to lovely Bay Ridge.

Many things on the horizon with the Building Chick that I need to let happen outside of the watchful eye of the blog realm before I spill beans. And NO, there will be no more talk of babies and I'm not getting married (or getting SOME for that matter...lol)! Good stuff..crazy stuff...

I will tell you that a few Old friends (and a few new friends) are getting together to do a Pub Crawl in october during Columbus Day weekend---SWEET! Love a pub crawl....everyone looks so hot after the second or third bar..I promise to take pics and post them!

And once again, I will be attempting the Halloween Haunted Hayride/House thingy in Esopus. New group is going...can't wait.

The Giants are winning but barely when they should be breezing through. This worries me but I still keep the faith. I pick up the new car tomorrow. Woo Hoo...I bought a Ford Edge in uber cute Ice Blue... Can't wait to take it for a raod trip.

Speaking of trips I will have about 3 weeks of vacation in January after the project and I need a good destination suggestion. I was thinking Greece but eh, heard it's cold there. We all know that I am a do-er, not a beach bum so the Caribbean is so totally out of my sightline. Maybe I'll just go to Italy for a few weeks...don't know..all I know is that I am going!!

Who knows, maybe I have a new travel pal I am not telling you about just yet...but if I did tell you who it was, it would BLOW YOUR MIND!

And for those of you who've asked, no, I have not spoken to Sarah or Jon. I think it's better that way. And to be honest, just the fact that she knew what I was going through a few weeks ago via blog, I'm sure and never reached out with a heartfelt sentiment just solidifes that judgement call. They were a great addition to my life for the time that they were in it. We had fun and had memories that I will take with me forever and tell stories about but sometimes people just are just on different pages, on different books. Life goes on and I wish them happiness.

There are so many new people in my life, I can't even keep track...Also I've been doing alot of networking for the company so I am officially a mover and a shaker (and no fat chick comments!). That's right people, I'm on the slow track to the fast lane...

Finally feeling back to random....

2008-08-28T21:23:00.002-04:00

It's been a while..but let's not dwell on the why's and what's , we're back now and that's really all that matters. As the title tells you, I'm finally feeling random again, normal, fun.....happy

Labor Day weekend approaches and I am going up to New Paltz for a long time out with the pup. Kayaking and hiking in my Fortress of Solitude.

For now, I sit in front of the TV watching the Giants in their last Pre-Season effort..but it's pre-season..A win against the Pats means nothing right now. And yes, I know that the Jets have Favre now and I could care less..he's old, he's a cry baby and obviously an ego maniac, he should fit right in with the rest of the Jets, no?? Sure Osi is gone for the season but Strahan has Big Blue on his sleeve and is contemplating a return...do I dare hold my breath or am I a hypocrite to want MY old player back while the jets pick up scraps of old, worn out QBs in the hopes of following our footsteps?? Hmmmm...screw hypocrisy...Strahan, get your ass back home!!

Anywho, while in my "Blue period", I wondered if now, at 35, it is time to hang up my Internet ramblings, to put aside superhero themed dating life, and say goodbye to the white trash world of reality tv watching.... The answer, of course, is no. What I needed to put aside was my need to put things aside.

My clock has wound down to a dull and distant tick and I'm actually getting my center back. What's funny is that a few people from my childhood have made contact with me on FaceBook. Consistently, I have tried to avoid my past for all reasons and memories that speak "mother" and what I've just realized is that my childhood, while horrid on many levels DID have good people, good memories, and an influence on who I am now. Now people and stories of who I was are intertwining with who I am now and I'm so very excited about it. I never thought I would be but it's actually nice to reminisce now and connect with people I've forgotten were so dear to me.

Not much else has happened since you've been separated from my words. I've dated, I've cried, I've laughed, I've cried, and I've traveled near and far (but no 'almost arrests this time). My Dad is good and actually very sweet lately for obvious reasons. Seymour is super awesome, the German will be setting me free at the end of the year, and some rather odd things have been rolling my way.

There's much to tell but we can't tell it all now.....

later gators

Getting back to my old/ new self!

2008-07-22T20:37:00.002-04:00

So it's only Tuesday and I'm starting to come out of this super funk of recent events.

Last weekend, I spent a majority of my time in bed, in tears, and in turmoil and it was not a state that the Chick often finds herself in. I'm sure most will say it's "expected" or typical but I didn't feel healthy or typical, as I gorged myself on scoops of gourmet ices and bowls full of Jell-o that were honestly only half Jell-o and the other half-- whipped cream. I perused my wine collection but was even too blah to pick a wine and try to enjoy it. I won't lie people, it was ugly.

Seymour sat by my side and kind of just waited for the brief moments in time when I would lift my ass from the cheek imprints embedded on my couch and actually take him for walks. I'm pretty certain that, while my Air Conditioner did work over time, I was still environmentally aware enough to spare shower water...I find the smallest solace and self respect, in the fact that I, even at my lowest, at least forced myself into regimented toothbrushing and scarily incessant hand washing.

But yesterday it was back to work, making my way through a fast paced routine that did not allow me the time to wallow in misery or regret. It was only after the day was over, Seymour and I went for a marathon walk, and I actually ate something that didn't come from a cereal box or a refrigerated TollHouse cookie dough wrapper (don't judge me!) that I even had the time to reflect and feel sad. Being busy is key.

Busy kept me from gaining 100 lbs and having my dog pack up and walk out on me. Busy kept me from just ignoring the calls of my wonderful friends and my super awesome Dad who only wanted to help, listen, and check to see if I was coping well.

I think this whole thing is just part of my ever changing my perspective on what I want and what I deserve in my life. I think that I was on the right path all along but now I know it. My 'window' of opportunity to do the baby thing on my own has kind of passed me by for now, as I was trying to plan it between projects and honestly, it's too painful to try again right now; and I am totally okay with that. I know miscarriages happen- alot. When I think of what my bestest pal Jen went through in losing one of her twins so late in the pregnancy but having the strength to stay healthy and positive for the sake of Isabelle- who am I to throw my own pity party? It's not a "why me?" situation...it's a life happens kind of thing..

The weird thing about tragedy is that it gives you the chance to see why everything you had before it, is important. I learned some things about who my friends are and more about what I can and cannot have in my life and that alone is pretty valuable.

So I guess it will be the quiet moments that creep in between the busy that will affect me ,but I can't avoid that or challenge it too much. I know I need to just feel what I have to. I'm cool with that.

I'm still a "mom" to a super cute, newly turned 4 year old awesome pup named Seymour and eventually, when my body and my mind are in synch, the rest will follow. And with that, I owe my pup a HUGE doggy b-day bash on the stoop, which I will be doing this weekend, full of pupcakes and treats...and some new presents I just got in for him.

For now, it is what it is...

I am so lucky with so many facets of my life...so I'm going to enjoy it. Besides, this is a Blog...not a BLAHg....

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Don't really want to talk

2008-07-19T13:08:00.003-04:00

On Friday, I went to the doctor's for a routine sonogram. Doctor was concerned about the baby's heartbeat and said her equipment is not the best so she sent me to the hospital for a more hi-tech sonogram. Not only did I find out I was having twins and but I also learned that I lost them both-no heartbeats at all---Just cute little formations sitting still inside of me...must have happened in the last few days and I didn't even know it because she said they measured almost exactly to their expected size. I knew when she sent me to the hospital that something was wrong but knowing I lost two babies at 9 weeks, is well beyond heartbreak.

Apparently, between the ovarian cancer and my age, I am a very high risk pregnancy. Don't really want to think about going through this ever again right now. I know it happens often and regardless of the pearls of wisdom anyone has for you, it's stilly our kids, your body...and it sucks.

I don't need and condolences and I don't need offers of help. Just thought everyone should know, as there is nothing else to say anymore.

Ahh idiocy,you're never really too far away...

2008-07-15T07:44:00.002-04:00

This is when I question my ability to bestow any small amount of knowledge I may have, on to a little one.

Last night and even this morning, Bay Ridge is still without the lovely services of Time Warner-- a fine, upstanding and responsive Cable/ Internet/Phone company here in NYC (and I say that with every sarcasm I can possibly type).

So how could the Chick possibly be entering her blog on line right now---Oh that's right, because all this time, silly me had a Verizon Internet access card in my laptop case and completely forgot about it. All this time, I could have been frolicking merrily on line and instead I fooled myself into thinking reading and getting chores done would be an effective way to spend my time sans tele/ data...

Thank goodness for velcro shoes!

Help! I'm stuck in the 1920's!

2008-07-14T21:12:00.001-04:00

Well, so now the news has spread worldwide..and I mean literally world wide.

I have gotten so many wonderful words of encouragement and happiness from people I never expected to be nearly as impacted as they have been and it's just very reassuring and humbling. Who knew that people thought the Chick actually has some chops to be a Mom?? I hope I don't prove everyone wrong..especially,the little chick/rooster to be....

ANYWHO, it's also amazing how more than appealing you seem to become to the opposite sex when you tell them that you're doing the kid thing on your own (i.e., the pressure is off of them). I kind thought the whole preggers deal would make me "biologically undesirable" but apparently, not so much....Not that I am thinking about dating right time but ,who knew a kid on the hip would be an aphrodisiac. And let’s face it, the cankles haven’t started forming and my belly is still reasonably flat and less beer-belly like!

So, as I have been typing, we, in lovely Bay Ridge, have reverted to the Dark Ages...ok, well, maybe I'm a bit melodramatic as I do have electricity, but NO cable and NO internet -- Time Warner has issues tonight. I spent 30 minutes on the phone with Julian (or Hoolian, as he pronounced it) from Time Warner who swore to me that this is an issue with my service and I would need to sit at home and await the golden window of opportunity provided to me, at a later date, so I could get a technician to resolve this. Now many times I asked Hoo-lian if this could be, perhaps, an area outage and he said " No, I am won-hondrit percunt sure it is not"...With that, me and my trusty cell phone, Hoo-lian electronically in tow, moseyed on down to my landlord's to find that they, as well as our neighbors next door, were also out of service. With that Hoo-lian said "oh then you will have to wait until service has been restored"- GENIUS!! Absolute frickin' genius! Gracias, Hoo-lian...

Right about now though, being out of TV to watch is not necessarily a bad thing. It seems with my new little space invader growing inside me, he/she has seen fit to radically alter my already teetering moods. For instance, I get teary at TV shows that aren't even meant to evoke those emotions. I listen to songs and start to cry in the car and the other day, I kid you not... I was jonesing for a nice PB&J, found out I only had JIF (which is quite a tasty PB spread) and started to BAWL because for some reason, I wanted Skippy, as it sounded like a happier Peanut Butter to eat.

Now, is that the mark of a pregnant woman or just someone who has fallen deeper into the insane abyss she was destined for anyway? OMG, does it get worse than that? I mean, people, it was frickin' Peanut Butter!

This past weekend I took Seymour for some Mommy and Me time up in New Paltz. Stayed at the Cottage and did some hiking. We took an awesome trek up to Sam's Dwarf Pine Reserve near Ellenville to seer the Verderkeer Falls and then I dropped the boy at the cottage so I could go back alone and spend some time in the Ice Caves there...Nice trip....much needed...

The trip gave me some time to process the reaction I got when I told a very close friend my news and how wrapped up in themselves they were. And then I thought to those of my friends, and even acquaintances, that didn't drop their jaws or make comments about what I was doing but rather, saw that this was obviously something that I wanted in my life and were genuinely happy for me, and UBER supportive. I just know that I have to make smarter choices about who I keep and bring into my life from now on, as these people will not only affect me but my kid in every way. And how lucky of a chick am I to get to bring so many great people into the little rugrat's life. Now, if only some of you would be looking forward to changing diapers, we'd all be in a good space…Volunteers?? Bueller??

Speaking of which, I am going to evoke a moratorium on peas of any sorts in my future child’s diet, until potty training is over. I think it’s just wrong to set yourself and your family up for that kind of disaster….but then again, maybe if I know the kid will be with my Dad……hmmmmmm

Are you sitting down? No, really...are you?

2008-07-11T10:39:00.006-04:00

I waited to tell everyone on the blog because I wanted to make sure all my truly close friends knew first but now I'm ready to come clean...

The Building Chick is.....Pregnant!

Yes, I know, I know, "WTF!!!" ; but it's something I really wanted for a long time. Sometimes, when you want something so badly, you trick yourself (and others, along the way) into believing it's not really a big deal, because it's easier that way. And for me to give up Wine AND Starbucks, I must have really wanted a little one running around.

As most of you know, I've had ovarian cancer and for me to still be able to do this is amazing and I didn't want to let that chance pass me by. I didn't think it would all happen so fast so I'm kind of in a blur, but a really cool blur. I thought the best way, would be to do this on my own--no attachments, no strings... and alot of women do it and do it well, so I'm not too worried-yet.

It's still early on and I have a tremendous amount of supportive, loving family and friends (My own Poppa Bear is over the moon happy), and that's all a Chick can ask for. I've had almost zero sickness and I'm feeling pretty groovy.

Some people I've told were less than happy and while it surprised and disappointed me, I'm not going to let it affect me. I don't need people like that in my life, screwing up my Chi! And honestly, I have alot of other, more important things to focus on now.

I'm guessing there will be no need to naming superheroes (execpt for one tiny one) in the coming months, but I'm still hoping you'll enjoy the ride with me.

The question is, once this Chick hatches, would I then be the Old Building Hen??

And to my pal, Rina, who came out of the blue after a few unrequited e-mails (Where the hell have ya been,girl??)..., you see, it's not a rock at all!

I am going to rock your world!!

2008-07-07T14:48:00.002-04:00

I haven't written in a while but it's not because I didn't want to...and while it's not like I've been held captive in some basement, I know that if I spill the beans to all of you without telling those who matter most first, my ass would be proverbial grass...

The news I have is BIG...wait, bigger than BIG..it's "Holy Crap, WTF" huge!

But I still can't tell you and you can blame that on Sarah, as she's been frolicking in California this past week... but I am sooooo tempted to say something right now..but I really can't.

What I can say is : How happy am I that VH1's new show "I Love Money" encompasses all things white trash and ghetto in one fantabulous show?? OMG-- All the misfits and wackadoos from Flavor of Love, Rock of Love, AND I love New York competing for money and the crown of "most embarrassing to their relatives and friends".. It's saddening and enlightening all at once.

But as for the BIG BIG news..I just can't say----

Just be prepared because it's coming and when I tell all, you're going to spend a week picking your jaw up off the floor!!

I over analyze, I know....

2008-06-24T19:33:00.002-04:00

What does it mean when a solid portion of my 'readers' are ex-BF's? I mean, it obviously didn't work out either on their end, mine, or both but yet they still want to know what the Chick is doing and who she's doing it with (not that I've been "doing" anything, these days..lol)?

Go figure. But it makes you wonder...if you could peer into the lives of your ex's, would you?

Would you want to know who they are happy with or would you just want to know when they are miserable without you? Would you find it unsettling to know just how good they are to someone else when they were never that way for you, or would you feel ok with it?

ANYWAY, work is consuming my mind and I have not been sleeping well at all but I'm still not motivated to work these days,as the project is dragging it's heels to a stop because the owner has some serious design issues...

On another note, Darkwing and I have been conversing here and there via phone. He's super cool and fun but he's way too far away for me to consider being anything else than a pal. Now, you all know that I am all about having a nice buffer zone of no less than 2 miles between my place and that of any possible attachments..but 2 hours....nooooo bueno.......

I think I'll go online this weekend and get myself a rocking chair and a nice quilt...too bad Seymour hates cats, they'd totally go with my new "look"

On my list of other random thoughts for the minute:

Goo Goo is coming to town soon, so warn all your local pubs of possible beer shortages

Kendall Jackson's Riesling is quite yum

Wii Fit is addictive

Beverly Hills 90210 is coming back on air and after, what 10 or more years off the air, has only added 1 black person to the cast.....Has Imus heard about this??

And my number one random thought for the night....I am totally jonesing for a good PB&J sandwich but I have abstained from keeping bread in the house and am, therefore, totally screwed (and not in the good way!).

There's nothing wrong with Downgrading to the Sidekick, is there?

2008-06-21T16:36:00.005-04:00

So, OBVIOUSLY, I did not die from my skydiving adventure today (either that or the after life has one hell of a wireless Internet system)..so none of you get anything from me, but a swift kick in the keyster.

ANYWHO, today had to be one of the the weirdest, most coincidental, amazing, and life affirming experiences I've ever had and I am still SUPER high from the whole thing.

Last night, I cooked the "last supper" (sans the prophets, although, they would have been helpful) for Sarah, Jon, and myself. Let me give myself kudos for the Feta Cheese/ Sundried Tomatoes stuffed chicken breast with Angel Hair Pasta and a fresh sauce on the side (Kudos, Chick---aww shucks, it was nothing). We had some wine, ok, ok, tooo much wine and all sacked in early for our trip up to New Paltz...

This morning we woke up to fill out the obligatory paperwork for the jump and I have to be honest in that, once you start to initial boxes where it says "I am aware that I could lose my life during this activity", you begin to wonder what the F you were thinking. It becomes VERY real at that moment and thank goodness Jon and Sarah were around to just help brush off the butterflies...

Off we went and about 2 hours later, we were near my stomping grounds for hiking/kayaking and suddenly, we were there at http://www.skydivetheranch.com/ .

More paperwork and then the wait. What appeared to take forever, while we were waiting is now only glimpses of seconds in my memory. They give you THE most hideous FLUORESCENT LIME GREEN jumpsuit and this leather helmet that looks like it was used when people played football in the early 1900's. Of course, if I am going to die, I have to look like a f'in goober too, right?

So here's where the weird and nevervous starts feeling sooooo calming and ok.

We get our death suits on and then they assign you to your diving instructor who goes tandem with you. All of the sudden I hear "Hey Batman, you're on 11" And I'm like WHAT? Is that a sign? I know he's not here but another Batman? Of course, our group was 13 (yes unlucky 13, as if I needed more to worry about). But just the fact that there was a Batman nearby put me at some really weird sense of zen...

Then I read the bathroom designations and the women's sign read: "Chicks"....there's your sign...I belong here, they've been expecting me and all the forces in nature are aligning...

But wait...there's more......

So we get our instructors...Sarah gets this funny, older guy Van, who looks like a thinner Brian Dennehy and just a regular good time. John gets this guy Marcos who again, is cool as heck and just putting us at ease with how things go, how much fun it will be etc. And then I wait for my instructor.......waiting, waiting..everyone is getting harnessed up....waiting....wait for it....

"Hi, I'm Robin, your partner" ROBIN, as in the Caped Crusader's partner in do-gooding...later to be known as Darkwing... ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? Of course, this Robin was UBER cute and just really funny (not half as gay as the original Robin seemed to have been) but I digress...

Does ANYONE else find it completely odd that ROBIN would be my diving instructor, the man whose hands I am putting my life in??? Bueller? Bueller????

Seconds felt like hours but this awesome sense of "Let's go jump out of a plane and have a great time" came over me. We talked the entire plane ride up, laughing and chatting about hiking and NYC (as he is a Long Island boy) and I'm totally getting this vibe but let's face it, this guy does this on the weekends for a living and probably has more lines than Joan River's face, pre-surgery. Didn't matter, we were so frickin' high up in the air, crammed in like sardines and I had this totally hot/ funny Superhero strapped to my back. If I was going to die, this was (give or take some certain aspects) the perfect situation to die in.

Then it's time...they give you all these instructions that, as a 1st time jumper, are you really going to remember? We creep up to the opening of the plane and BAM, we are free falling.

It seemed like forever but maybe it was about a minute. He had me waving my hands, blowing kisses to the camera and I was looking out at houses, mountains, trees, and just this enormous sprawl of land that, seemed so distant at first and then got alarmingly closer and closer....

3-2-1, parachute is pulled and I'm holding on to the commands of the only instrument between me and VERY hard ground. OMG. (Mental note: there's clean underwear in the car, Chick, keep hanging on). And hang on I did.

I cannot even describe how amazing and terrifying the entire thing was...I felt helpless but totally in control and I would be lying if Robin's voice in my hear didn't have some serious mellowing effects on my state of mind.

We did spirals all the way down, passed over my car and I felt just like Charlie in the glass elevator in Willy Wonka. Sooo cool. I can't sugar coat the fact that at certain point the spirals had me wondering how much puke would be thrown into Robin's face if I hurled right there and then and there was one point that my harness rode up onto my neck and had me gagging for air.

It was at that point that I just figured that it would be ultras typical for me to die during skydiving but not from a parachute malfunction or a landing issue but just from asphyxiation via the straps or choking on my own vomit...

But I didn't die..we were right on target , getting ready to land on our butts when he said, "let's go for it, we are landing on our feet, drop your legs" and I did, we did and I landed on my feet, ass intact...It was PHENOMENAL....

But wait there's more....

Robin totally asked for my digits to hang out and go hiking and I totally gave them to him. Who says no to Darkwing? I think he just meant it as friends getting together thing since we hit it off, but dude, I don't care...he's hot and a girl can dream/drool/attack..whatever...and who knows...maybe he can take me to Batman's lair.

All in all it was this brilliant adventure with my friends and one of those things you feel lucky to be able to experience. I have to say in the last 2 years, I've done more of the things I've always wanted to do than I did in the first 33 years of my life, so for me, being single, being free, and being in such a good position personally and professionally, has not made me feel like I'm missing anything, in fact, it reminds me of what I have.

Sarah and Jon were equally affected and now we are hooked. While I don't think I'd ever have the capacity to single jump, I could go for getting another man strapped to my back....Let's face it, at 35 if I'm going to pay for that kind of attention, I might as well get more than one kind of thrill from it, no?

Everyone says skydiving is the best experience you can have with your clothes on...and now I believe them...well, they mean ALL your clothes, right? ;o)

Pictures and maybe a video are going to follow......

The Building Chick's Last Will and Statement of Awesomeness

2008-06-20T16:57:00.004-04:00

Yeah, I know "what a drama queen" but, much like the boyscouts, a Chick has to be prepared. Of course, unlike the boyscouts, I won't have to worry about the scoutmaster hitting on me.

Anywho, as I've been telling people that I'll be skydiving today and probably end up kaput- their first reaction has not been to say "oh, stop, you'll be fine"..nooooo, instead I get : Can I have your Dog?, Who gets your Xbox 360?..you get the gist, right? Got me to thinking "who would get everything--not that I have alot...

All that being said, and unsaid, the following is a list of where my worldly possessions should go.

1) Seymour goes to my Dad...he asked first and hey, let's face it -dead or alive, this is as close as I"ll come to giving him grandkids

2) My clothes:

My "I feel fat" clothes should go outside a bin at the exit of any McDonald's, my normal size people clothes can go to any of my friends who want to fight over them, and my adorable shoes should be donated to those who lack fashion sense--except for one pair of my sneakers which I' would like tied together and thrown onto the wire that run from telephone pole to telephone pole--always wanted to do that but never wanted to risk the kicks!

3) Pocketbooks-
Sarah can have them, she's one of the few friends I have who can appreciate a REAL coach or prada bag. In the event that she dies right along with me, they should go to various NYC tourists who are tricked into buying the fakes for 10 bucks on the corner. Poor saps.

4) This is a tough one. I have to leave my Xbox 360 and the wide array of accoutrement I have for it (Rock Band Gear, Games, etc) to my site super, as he is still stuck in the world of PS3 and needs to be saved. Rich, come to the dark side where all the cool people are (except for me, 'cause theoretically, I'm dead)

5) My Ipod and music library-
Since all of my friends seem to be neanderthals when it comes to the tunes, I want you all to copy the library and learn that there are sooo many other great musicians besides those that Z100and K-rock offer. ..Put on some Dean Martin or Ella Fitzgerald and have a drink on me, just not my alcohol, bitches! And not literally ON me, that would be gross!

6) Wine Collection-
If possible, I would like to be embalmed with it- ALL of it...no swigs on the side or behind my back--remember I'm watching you!

7) Laptop-
Should be left to my dear pal Barry, as Goo-Goo is the home page for the Internet and fittingly so.

8) Cashola-
Has to go to my Daddy in trust for my boy,Seymour

9)My First Edition Books-
Didn't know I could read, did ya? Well the various first edition books I have of Willy Wonka, Never ending Story, EE Cummings children stories, etc. should go to Jen and her daughter Isabelle.

Looking around I have alot of 'stuff' but I'm not going to spend my last few minutes on Earth (before I hit it very hard) dividing my stuff and giving it away. Instead, like every great American, you can stab each other in the back for what you want.

Just make sure I'm not buried in the ground, good music is playing and someone is saying "Wow, it's so quiet here without her!"

Ok, we all know I'm not really going to die....but if I did, wouldn't it be kinda creepy after all of this??

In the mentally stimulating words of Van Halen: I said JUMP!

Jumping for Joy!

2008-06-20T16:48:00.003-04:00

Well, folks I have been UBER busy at work the past few days. The Lufthansa Project is a nightmare with more delays than an airport during a blizzard. I cannot tell you what incompetence lies with the Architect and the Owner's rep. It's unbelievable what people get paid NOT to do!

I've spent the last few days getting my paperwork up to date with not much time for play. I make it a point to bring Seymour and the laptop on the stoop so at least we're getting some fresh air but as far as fun goes, not so much.

Tomorrow I jump out of the plane. I am tempted, with my current work situation to just walk out of the plane, sans the chute and let the Chick fall where she may! With my luck, I'd wind up with no injuries. And, yes, to me, that's BAD luck right about now...

Tonight Sarah and Jon are coming over for dinner and we're going to leave from my place in the morning to head upstate. It's pretty sad when the only man sleeping over these days will be my best friend's husband, in another bed.

Maybe this jump will knock some sense into me or maybe it will infuse some sort of pheromones that will actually attract a guy I'll like.... yeah, ok...

Anywho...my last will is coming up next..you know, just in case....

What a Boob!

2008-06-14T18:26:00.002-04:00

It's Saturday and I just got in from making a spectacle out of myself at the Staten Island Mall.

After running a few Father's Day-prep errands, I decided to take a look at the mall for some clothes. No big deal. I stopped into the regular haunts, Ann Taylor Loft, Banana Republic and then I went to the Gap. At the gap, I saw a few cute shirts but, bucking my conventional "Buy it now,try it at home attitude, I decided to try them on, even though I HATE changing rooms.

So, it was super hot for some reason ,in the Gap and as I was trying on shirts, I was rushing to get out of that claustrophobic hell hole...Of course, your favorite Building Chick ran out of the dressing room with her pocket book and all her shirts in hand---and I mean ALL her shirts in hand, including the one I was wearing when I walked in (I was wearing a bra, thanks!) !!! YIKES! Good thing the dressing rooms are sectioned off from the store and although I raised an eyebrow from the clothes folding geek before me, I came out of the entire debacle rather undetected...oops.

Anywho, as I recovered my pride, with my held held at half staff, I walked out. A few minutes later a I saw a woman wearing a tube top (and unnecessarily so) with her rather large set of boobs meeting her equally large tummy (yuck), she was holding what I assumed was her kid at her hip, maybe about 1, 1 1/2 yrs old... He must have been hungry because he ripped her tube top down and gave everyone a show! And with that, I felt sooooo much better...

Thank you Karma!

Last night I went out on a date after meeting the boys from work for a few drinks. I met him the other day at Prospect Park when I was walking Seymour. It was non-eventful but I don't mean that in a bad way. Good job, owns his place, all his baggage is stored neatly in the overhead compartment, and slightly sarcastic... I think I will see him again, maybe I'll even give him a nickname..who knows.... Did I ever tell you how much I hate dating?? Yeah, pretty sure I have.

Today, the Chick bought the book "Batman and Philosophy" which seems like a pretty good read. I KNOW, I KNOW...don't' say it..regardless of the name affiliation to my long since gone Caped Crusader, I like Batman, I like comic books---sue me... It's an analysis of the character, his morality, and a look into his fabricated psyche, I suppose..I will let you know if it's any good.

It does remind me, however, of a guy I went to college with who wrote a paper on the sexuality of Bugs Bunny. I'm sure you've heard all the musings before before, but in that 'professional' context it was an amazing read. Why was Bugs Bunny always kissing Elmer Fudd (who had a pronounced lisp and a fascination with the phallic rifle), his affection for Yosemite Sam (the Handlebar mustachioed YMCA looking little cowboy), why did Bugs Bunny often dress up in women's clothes, yadda , yadda, yadda...

Anyone, I suppose, can think of a childhood TV show, now knowing what we all know as adults, and have their own AHA! moment on some underlying meanings, right? Except for the Little House on the Prairie...don't F with Half Pint and her Pa.......even though they did marry her off at 15 and her husband 'Manly' wasn't so manly.... But hey, what was with all those Boy Smurfs and only the one Smurfette?? Was she a super slut or what?

In one week, I jump out of a plane...I'm not really nervous at all, just super psyched.

A Big Blue Boo Hoo

2008-06-10T07:10:00.002-04:00

Sadly, Michael Strahan has announced his retirement and, after 15 amazing seasons I suppose he's due.

A smart man to leave on top and help give us our Championship before he did.

I still think we're going to have a good season, but #92 will be missed.

Ah crap....Bats in the belfry!

2008-06-09T20:07:00.002-04:00

Just went for a walk with Seymour. It's a bit cooler now and since we were by the water, it definitely was nice enough to get in a good solid 2 miles. Sweet...

Because this is the place where I vent, because this is the forum where my random thoughts become a little less random to me, I have to tell you that for the past 2 or 3 days Batman has been rattling around in my mind. Do you think it's boredom with my current dating (or lack thereof) life?

The gang is gearing up for our trip to London at the end of July and then Paris in September and for whatever reason, I think about how we met and that went along with it. I hate my brain and it's awesome memory. Every ex-BF I've had, at one time or another, has cursed my memory and ability to recall every iota of information he'd like me to forget and now I know why.

I guess that things that don't make sense are those that weigh heaviest on your mind. Maybe it's easier for my me, subconsciously, to hold on to a past that has no future rather than delve into a new risk.

Heat makes me delusional, obviously....

I jump out of a plane in less than 2 weeks and everyone is sharing the most god-awful parachute 'mishaps' they can find with me. Brilliant. My turning stomach and my bundle of nerves thank you all---but I'm still doing it...

By the way, is everyone shutting off unnecessary electrical appliances and lights? I don't like Con Ed's track record and Building Chick's main prediction for Summer 2008, is a Blackout--but then again, if everyone else is thinking the same thing, is it really a prediction??

I'm going to play Wii Fit now... good night...

HOLY F, IT'S HOT....

2008-06-09T16:25:00.001-04:00

.......That's really all I have to say.

I LOVE MY COMMUTE!

2008-06-09T05:34:00.003-04:00

In mucho disgusting heat like this, I am thankful for my car ,and for the fact that I commute to work via automobile. Gas prices be damned, there is nothing like waking up and knowing you are not one of the masses that must journey to the Earth's core for a train waiting on a stench filled platform for a subway car that may/ or,typically, may not have air conditioning but will be guaranteed to be packed with the human form in it's various stages of cleanliness and jammed in like hot, sweaty sardines. The subway system is a gross injustice of NYC and for a, if not THE, major hub system in the world, our underground rails are the least impressive and one of the few things NYC'ers hang their head in shame about.... yet, in this world that is plagued with sub-par service and the growing lack of customer satisfaction driven mentalities, they still toy with the idea of raising the fares...pretty sad

I know I am beyond fortunate to have a job that pays for my gas and tolls, but I do my part because the Chick drives a Hybrid SUV. Still, if gas was $100/ gallon (which I'm sure it will reach by Friday), I would find a way to make it work because an air conditioned car in miles of traffic would trump the NYC subway system any day.

Sure the Building Chick has a touch of road rage and no patience for people who drive slowly in the fast lane, don't stay in their lane, and those who just dirve like maniacs, but hell: Give me your traffic jams, your rubber-neckers, your jalopies stuck in the middle of the road, and your Newpaper reading drivers...I can take it...I'd rather it over the alternate!

And, people, as you should, and just in general because you can--if you know an elderly person who doesn't have an AC or needs errands runs during this heat, check in with them, help out, walk their dog.... Especially in the heat, cooler heads prevail but warmer hearts don't hurt!

Stay cool, drink fluids, and work from home if you can!

We're havin' a heat wave...a F'ing Miserable heat wave!

2008-06-08T20:52:00.003-04:00

Do you know that song? "We're having a Heatwave..a tropical heatwave..." ..Pretty sure it was by Irving Berlin and sung by Ethel Merman and later Marilyn Monroe. But regardless of whoever wrote it or sang it was DELUSIONAL. Heat Wave's are nothing to sing about! And I'm guessing that song was written well before air conditioners were only $85.00 at Target (pronounced Tar-zhay). Maybe it was written before thermometers so their version of a heat wave was only 85 and balmy. Am I rambling? Sorry, it's the heat....

Holy crap it's frickin' hot! There are no witty words to describe the thick, humid, stank that is only comprised during a NYC heatwave. As most of you, who live within the tri-state, are aware, it's like 95 degrees. For some reason the weather people tell you it's 95 but it feels like 105--why that doesn't just mean it's 105 freakin' degrees out is beyond me but it's really tooo hot to wax poetic on the mysteries of the weatherman right now.

The air is thick and heavy with a fruity bouquet made of subway stink, dead bodies surfacing from the Hudson River, and the oh-so-delightful fragrance of the collective B.O. of those who just don't shower across the area. Hardly anyone is out except for those idiots that think somehow running in this heat is productive. It feels like that Twilight Zone episode "The Midnight Sun" when they thought the sun was moving closer to the Earth and melting everything (only to find out it was the girl's dream and the Sun was actually moving AWAY from the Earth and causing a freeze over)...but I digress...no one is waking up from this heatwave to freeze their patootie off!!

My poor Seymour is just exhausted. We've been doing SUPER early morning walks and SUPER late night walks and he's still looking at me like "Are you kidding me? Can't I just use the toilet?"
I bring the water bottle and keep my boy hydrated but the Chick is beyond melting. Thankfully, the Air Conditioners (yes, they deserve capital letters!) are in and operating as of yesterday so it's SO LONG heat and HELLLooooo Electric Bill!

This week was non-eventful. I was supposed to meet Sarah for dinner the other day but she was getting her cabesa checked out as she was feeling a little off her rocker (insert your own joke here, she's my BFF so I can't do it!!..lol). We rescheduled for brunch today but that didn't work out.

Anywho, she has since disappeared! I've called, I've texted and nada....maybe she's joined the Frnech Foreign legion. Last we spoke she was still going to run in a race yesterday (maybe she is a bit nutty!) but I'm hoping she exercised caution or Jon stopped her from doing it.... we shall see.

Being kind of 'trapped' by the extreme heat, I went into super cleaning mode and stripped the house down, cleaned the floors, and did some cooking for the week. I was going to see Indiana Jones last night but the theatre was already packed (people looking for indoor shelter from the sun, I suppose) so I nixed it.

This week I almost completely detoxed my body..I did stray from the no food but fruit and veggies but I've cut out everything really bad. Only allowed 1 starch a day , I stick to water and iced tea, and I'm up to my ears in Salads (both of the fruit and veggie varieties) that I whipped up today. I was surprisingly less bitchy than I thought I'd be but that's probably because my remote was already stuck in bitch mode due to some work stresses.

I cannot seem to focus lately. Maybe I have spring/ summer fever. I have SO much work to do but I'm not able to sit down and do it as I always find another distraction. It's not normally like me but for some reason right now I'm off kilter.

Well, it's 9:pm ish and I'm going to venture out with the 4 legged boy and let him get some fresh/ stagnate air.. if you see me stuck on a corner in bay Ridge because my feet have melted to the pavement, please just take care of my Xbox, of yeah...and my dog....

If and when I return, I'll be posting Sarah's photo on milk cartons for the remainder of the night.

Good night!

I thought Cable TV was supposed to provide options!!

2008-06-01T20:11:00.004-04:00

There is absolute crap on tv tonight. Cable TV is a joke.Not even my best wine stash could make Regis Philbin hosting a remake of the game "password" interesting. I'm not even going to try. No wine for the Chick tonight, folks.

In fact, this week I'll only be drinking water and eating fruits and veggies. No carbs, no wines, no snacks...I have to cleanse my system and get it back in fighting form.

Let's see how argumentative and bitchy (umm, ok, more bitchy) I get by Thursday, when I'm Jonesing for some nachos & salsa or a good PB&J sandwich.

Anyway, tonight I'm going simply medieval and I'm going to crack open a book and actually read something other than a post, an e-mail, or a spreadsheet.

Ok,kids...get some sleep, tomorrow is a long day....

PS- Sarah, shame on you, and I think you know why, missy!

Ahhh- on the road again!

2008-06-01T07:26:00.004-04:00

Good Morning! It's Sunday and as I sit here outside in the sunshine and fresh air, awaiting my delivery of fresh scones (as they do here every Sunday morning at Clove Cottages), I thought it would be a good time to throw in a few words.

First, Zeus must have not been in such a terrible mood because the weather was not as horrible as those who pray to the Doppler had suggested.

We (me and the pooch) got up here on Friday about 6:pm (sweet driving time!!), I love a road trip- anywhere. Regardless of the traffic, when you're on the road headed somewhere, you feel different than if you were headed to work. I'm the person who will take the detour and hope it winds up where we want but if not, it's still time well spent and worth a good laugh. Got here and took a nice long walk and enjoyed the sunset. Cottages don't have TVs (awesome idea) so I 'roughed' it and watched the DVD "Bourne Ultimatum" on the laptop..didn't LOVE it as much as the 1st two but it was passable with a super kick ass preview of the new video game Bourne Conspiracy (so guess who's reserving at Gamestop?)

Anywho, we woke up super early to the sounds of birds and Seymour went bananas. I let him loose outside while I made some breakfast. I checked the weather reports and it still said massive T-storms all day, starting at 12:pm so I figured it we rushed we could get a good quick hike in and run a few errands first.

Got in our hike at Mohonk- I would have driven up to the Catskill Mountains but with the pending weather, time was of the essence. Anyway, we had a a GREAT hike... On the less rugged and 'ground' level areas only, I'll let Seymour off leash. He never usually strays but then he saw a chipmunk. He ran towards it like I've never seen him run and the chipmunk just stayed in place, not moving a muscle. Well, Seymour got super close and I'm thinkin 'frick, do I have enough water and moist towelettes in my camelback to wipe blood off his fur?' No need. Seymour got close, like thisclose, they both leaned towards each other, sniffed, and then they both ran in opposite directions. It was the oddest and funniest thing I've ever seen.

Then we picked up Seymour's favorite dog treats at the store,Paws of Distinction (http://www.pawsofdistinction.net/)- I usually order them online so stopping in to say hello is always nice. I hit the Rivendell winery to pick up my favorite Pear Wine and bam! SOLD OUT! Hello, do they know that this is a staple of my diet during the summer months? I settled on a semi-pleasing White Port and a Boysenberry Port too but I soo planned on getting a sharp cheese that night to compliment it and enjoy. Oh well...

Rain started in about 12:30ish so the boy and I huddled inside, relaxed and watched "Walk Hard"- very tongue in cheek and slightly amusing but Mel Brooks does schtick sooo much better.

****Speaking of which Harvey Korman died the other day, yes Hedley Lamarr of Blazing Saddles and more importantly one of the best skit comedians (Carol Burnett) and 1/2 of the most under-appreciated comedy duos of Korman and Tim Conway*******

Anywho, about 3:pm, rain lifted and I was right back out. We went on a walking trail for about 5 miles and got back to the cabin around 7:ish after stopping for some goodies. Grabbed some wine, grabbed my laptop and watched 'Cloverfield' outside until the thunder started in and then we finished up inside. I was beat tired and Seymour is a ragged little mess. He's snoring right now, as I type, and if you were listening from the outside, you'd swear there was a 250 lb, beer bellied man in my bed making those noises (NO, THERE IS NOT! ewwww)

Now here I sit, packed up, ready to go and for some reason instead of waking up to the thoughts of birds and tress, I woke up with the Gwen Stefani song "HollaBack girl" in my head and I cannot get it out. Talk about frustrating??? OMG. I am dying. You know when you have a song in your head and you try listening to other music and none of it sounds right--that's where I am right now, in symphonic hell! I have to drive back to Brooklyn soon, this cannot go on!!!!

Regardless of my melodic-drama (which is a step up from my usual MeloDrama..ha ha), I had such a relaxing and peaceful weekend. I feel re-fueled and sooo much more centered again. Between recent boy drama with QuickSilver (will not discuss) and some mental stresses I've been putting on myself, it's good to feel at least like 95% me again. This area always puts me at ease regardless of what I'm doing here but when I get to hike up a mountain and see that perspective, it's just clear how insignificant all the BS is in comparison.

Ok, scones are not here yet but my OCD is kicking in and I need to give the room a twice-over to see if I have everything and then I'll probably wind up re-packing the car again...Just the type of Chick I am.

I come to Clove Cottages a few times each year and it's just a great set up by nice people and you have your own little space with room to spare. The Building Chick totally recommends it for a nice get away-- Check it out at www.clovecottages.com

Happy trails...

The Doppler Radar must die!

2008-05-30T06:11:00.002-04:00

Well, isn't this just the perfect metaphor for my life-

Last night I got packed to head upstate and get a little hiking/ R&R near New Paltz. Even on a small 2 day trip my neurotic tendencies and OCD like symptoms present themselves and a checklist must be made and adhered to so I don't forget anything. Done and done.

Anywho, I got a book and a glass of soy milk and headed to bead with Seymour not far behind and figured I should check the weather to decide if I should be wearing SPF-30 or SPF-50. According to the TV, it really won't matter what SPF number I get, as long as it's water resistant. WTF. Frick, frick, frick. The weatherman casually notes how beautiful it will be on Friday but then, just about the same time I'll be hitting my destination, BAH-BOOM ..thunderstorms... And wait, there's more... T-storms will continue all through Saturday..Yayyyy! But hey, at least the rain will stop once I start my trek back home, isn't that fantastic??

Of course, once I saw the weather report on one channel, I began to channel hop, hoping I'd find a different outcome on another channel. No bueno! Obsessive chick then went right to the weather channel.com for some of the same crap they were spewing on the television.

All I can hope for is that the weathermen are all, once again wrong and the sunshine will allow me one really good hike Saturday. But, with my luck, this will be the one weekend where all planet's align and the weather people across the nation all hit the nail on the head.

At least I added a raincoat to my packing checklist!!

Parents? Are you there?

2008-05-29T18:17:00.004-04:00

I always had to beg my Dad to let me go clothes shopping on my own. He would give me money with the caveat that is I even thought about dressing like trash, he would not only return the clothes but he would also pick out my clothes for the rest of the school year.

Today, as I sat on my stoop with my super pup, Seymour, and my neighbors, I saw 'mini-ho's' in the making everywhere. Who thought it would be a good idea to put words like "juicy" and "sweet" on the behinds of girl's clothing, so every perv in America could focus their attention to that specific spot? Who keeps letting these little girls walk around in F-me pumps (that the Chick couldn't even fathom walking in) and mini skirts that have cheeks hanging out? And who the F thought it would be super awesome, if girls were able to wear things like "Bitch " or "Nice and Easy" on a t-shirt across their under-developed chests? Do parents even inventory their kids closets or look at their children before they leave the house?

I think if I wore any of that, even today, my Dad would kick my ass from here to Colorado. I'm not saying every girl dresses like this but it's running pretty rampant and it's quite disgusting. Now, I was no angel growing up but you cannot tell me that almost every girl in NYC is buying designer clothes on her allowance and stashing them when her parents are not looking?

It's kind of scary and it makes me wonder about being a parent. But then again, I guess if you think about these things and worry, you're probably far more advanced than alot of parents out there already. I'm not saying it's not hard to be a single parent or a parent in general but it seems like alot of people are giving up and giving in.

If I were a guy, I would be asking for a Driver's License AND a Passport before I even bought someone a drink. Yikes!

It's a Two-fer night...

2008-05-28T21:28:00.004-04:00

Now that I've got the blogging bug back in my system, I must confess to you that I have further fueled my gaming addiction by purchasing WiiFit for Nintendo and it SUPER frickin' rocks! It actually gives you the illusion of exercising while wasting brain cells...Mega fun and quite addicting but I have not yet deluded myself that it's a good substitute for the gym around the corner. I'm guessing it won't be long until Seymour starts hooking up the RockBand system on his own, as he's watched me do it millions of times. Don't worry though. I have some PG games for him.

I do have a not-so-secret admirer. There's this 9 year old boy who lives around the corner from me (No, I am NOT the next Mary Kay LeTourneau,thanks) who hangs around waiting for me to walk Seymour. Sometimes he even rings the doorbell and asks if I can come outside to play. He's kind of a pest and certainly on his way to Juvenile Delinquency but you can tell he's a good kid at heart but just misguided and kind of ignored at home. It's obvious he 'likes' me because I show interest in why he's out so late alone or why he doesn't have a coat on in the cold and he probably doesn't' get any attention at home so it's super sad. I don't know where to draw the boundary. When I see a wounded animal, I want to help..same with kids... I guess part of it is because I grew up in a similar situation to his and I can't imagine how people just saw the signs and didn't do anything to help in any way. So, do I keep befriending him, watch out for him, and be the responsible adult he's not getting at home,, at least to some degree or do I draw the line and say I'm only making things worse if I step in and then one day leave the neighborhood or have his parents make complaints?? Isn't it a shame that I even have to question this from a legal standpoint because of our society and I can't just do the morally correct thing??

ANYWHO, I should also mention that.....oh never mind..you're not ready to know that, yet.....

Good night....By the way, Beverly Hills 90210 is coming back on the air..Does ANYONE know why this is supposed to be a good idea?? Eh, who am I kidding, I'll probably watch it.

It's only been a Month...or more...

2008-05-28T19:44:00.004-04:00

Hello, Hello! It's only been a little more than a month since my last blog but the e-mail frenzy of "OMG are you alive" is unreal..but lovely...thank you

So where has the Chick been since Tax Day? Not many places...

First and foremost, I turned 35 and had a not-so-mid-life crisis filled with finding 2 gray hairs and feeling every bit of pain when re-visiting the gym... My birthday was really pretty awesome and my friends made it a blast. I actually had birthday week, complete with a "Farewell to 34" party the weekend prior and a "Hello to Old Peopledom (that is so a word!)" the weekend after.

Mostly though, it's been work. This Lufthansa job is just kicking my ass. We are working double time to catch up on the schedule due to pretty big changes. The Germans have invaded my life and like WW2, I will not them succeed in their evil doings!!!

I mean, sure, I could have totally blogged a little sooner but the little spare time I had, was dedicated to the Number 1 puppy in my life and maintaining my sanity (or what little I ever had). I missed the blog though and the ability it gives me to blindly vent about who I am and what is going on.

I thought turning 35 was going to be the monumental moment of my life- the defining day that tells me I'm over the hill and exhausted of possibilities but I was so totally wrong. I'm starting to dig my way out of this work debacle and getting ready for a Spring and Summer of new adventures. For some reason I keep thinking that the road less traveled is the road that I need to take but WTF, if the road is less traveled, it's probably because the road sucks. So my goal this season is to keep it simple, keep it easy, and just make myself happy if it kills me. (okay, maybe not THAT far)

The 4 amigos (Me, Sarah, Jon, and Goo Goo) ride again to London at the end of July; but for Goo Goo, does it really count when he lives there?? Hmmm... Sarah and I are planning a trip to France in August. Sarah is meeting her parents there to do some Uber Trek through Spain and I'm going to surprise them on their weekend prior to the 4 week hike. Should be fun.

Oh and get this! June 21st, I am totally going to jump out of a plane. Now, while I'm certain there are a few of you who would pay cash to be the one to throw me out of that plane, you can't, sorry. Sarah, Jon and I are doing it together. Well, at the very least, I'll be going up in the plane but I'm not 100% sure I'll actually jump out. Unless the guy who jumps tandem with me is super hot...and then it's bananas.. Now, I've said this to a few other people and I'm not ashamed to post it here--with the exception of Sarah and Jon, I'm almost hoping that someone who goes before me goes KER-SPLAT on the ground because it would then make the odds that much greater that it could happen to me... Is that SO wrong????

As for love..C'mon, you know that some things never change and the Chick just isn't lucky in that department. Hell ,Flavor Flav just got engaged and I'm married to my job. Doesn't seem fair but what can ya do? Not dating anyone but it's not like I've been trying either. I haven't had time to spend with people I like, much less waste it on someone I most likely will not like.

This weekend I'm going up to New Paltz to do some hiking, thinking, and chilling out with Seymour..no phone..but probably a laptop. Oh, and wine...of course there will be wine.

No more hibernating...Building Chick is back.Perhaps older, hardly wiser, but definitely looking forward to the road more trampled on! And there are a few stories I haven't told yet from my recent absence......

Moody Tuesday

2008-04-15T07:04:00.002-04:00

Tuesday and the sun is shining..

This past weekend I did some major spring cleaning, throwing away some misc. unwanted items and making my house a cleaner haven in which to make messy again. I finally picked out the colors to paint the apartment, made someone else's clothes closet very happy, and organized my little heart out.

I know it doesn't sound like much but when you have as much crap as I do, it's freeing to make more room to but more crap!! Sounds like a shopping trip is about due!! Woo Hoo!

Seymour and I did like a million miles of walking around Bay Ridge. Now that they've re-done the promenade around the water, it's almost addictive to walk it. At one point me and my 4-legged superhero walked so far, he just laid down next to a bench and refused to move for a few minutes!!

My B-day is approaching with great speed and I've not yet been to Target (you know, where the T is silent) and stocked up on my Calcium pills, Doans, Depends, and other old lady accoutrement but I'm waiting for my Senior Citizen discount to kick in. No, really, I'm looking forward to it... my clock just doesn't "tick" like everyone else's..I've always said my biological clock must be digital but, given that the big 35 is looming, perhaps it's a sundial instead!

Ok, gotta go make a living...

Wow, it's like I never left....

2008-04-07T20:59:00.002-04:00

Well, I would be lying if I didn't say that I knew alot of people would be uber happy that I am completely unattached now but Holy Frickin' Cow! Happy is an understatement. You would think that people who are so happy to see me back in the game again, would be throwing me some 'material' for my blog but no...you're all a bunch of married saps with married friends...what good are you? :o)

Someone (ahem, Sarah), kind of likened my relationships to now being in spring thaw. I don't really want to think that I am THAT fickle but the evidence is stacking against me, huh? I don't think I'll always be that way because I was NEVER this way before but obviously, the Chick just has a difficult time committing..OR, perhaps I just know better than to settle for anything less than what is right for me. (way to accentuate the positive, huh?). The truth is, whatever laughter comes out of my dating follies, single sucks, and as I get older and more decrepit, it gets super hard and frustrating. But,as always, I welcome your company as I journey down the black hole of bad dates!

The more I think about it, the more I understand why people didn't see me and Quick lasting very long but, I guess you have to step away from things to gain that true perspective. I won't lie, there were some VERY good parts to dating him but in the end, it was the end!

Tomorrow night Sarah, Jon, and I are attending a wine tasting at a bar in NYC.. Yay! I will try to take embarrassing pictures and bring some WD-40 for my squeaky third wheel!

Too Much Wine? Blasphemy!!

2008-04-05T20:50:00.003-04:00

Some people do drunk dialing...I, apparently, do drunk blogging...

Ok, well, maybe 'drunk' is not entirely appropriate...I am wine buzzed...I opened a bottle of Semillion from Oz that I got last September-couldn't resist...yum. Homer Simpson has his donuts and beer..I have my Oz wines.

Now my wine buzz has not impaired my judgement totally, as let's face it, I'm sitting home alone on a Saturday night...but it's reduced me to watching Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (the original, as it should be) for the 400 millionth time.

ANYWHO, today was a super great day..long walk with Seymour down the park resulted in seeing many of our 4 legged friends and their Owners. I also did some volunteer gardening work in NYC this morning using my green thumb for good and not evil... I miss having a garden and a back yard, I really do; but there is something for sitting on that stoop like we did post dog walk.

Chillin' out on the stoop with all the neighbors walking by and stopping for a chat...I dig that...

As a pre-birthday present for myself I bought Maroon 5 tickets for their July show at Jones Beach--sweet!! I don't think I'll be going to Vegas, baby for my birthday weekend now as Quick and the Chick are now more like Quick and the Dead..lol

He's a great guy and I do adore him, but we are on 2 different planets and I can't compromise what I want anymore. He was great to 'wait' for me and all but I don't think I want someone who's ok with waiting. I know, I seem to test all the men in my life to see how far I can push and that's really not a ringing endorsement for me as a girlfriend, but right now, it is what it is. I tried to do the dating a few people at the same time but it doesn't work for me either. If I like someone, I stick with them and see what happens...but I don't see it happening for us. And with Spring around the corner, I find it hard to sit still and let life happen without me.

Life goes on and at least I have my dog and my wine!! And hey, as long as Flavor Flav and Brett Michaels have more pathetic and scary love lives than I do, I think I'm doing ok!!

More wine? Well thank you, I thought you'd never ask!!

Snapshot of a Tuesday...

2008-04-01T20:42:00.004-04:00

Ok here's the run down:

- Happy Birthday to Sarah!!!!

- I saw Jen today and the new Baby Chick is now named Miss Isabelle Michela --Isn't that the most adorable name ever??

- We had our monthly Project Manager's meeting today where I actually got praised instead of chastised for the first time--Yay me!

- Had a super long walk with my favorite 4-legged guy, Seymour.

- I realized that when a nearly 35 year old Chick is better at Xbox than at dating, something is very, very wrong...The BC needs a life....

Now, many of you, an inordinate amount actually, have commented that I should have said yes to Satan's little helper for that offer of a 'date' (better known as one of the signs of the apocalypse). Now, while I am in serious need of a personal life, I am in NO way desperate enough for blogger fodder that I will 'ho myself out to some loser I'm forced to work with every day. Let me be clear in that this is no cute push/pull relationship ala "Moonlighting" or "Cheers" and the only time I fantasize about being alone with him is when I have a loaded gun, no witnesses, and really good aim!

Phone is ringing....someone loves me!!

A new Baby Chick is here!!

2008-03-31T19:13:00.003-04:00

JEN HAD HER BABY GIRL!!!

I know you were all expecting twins but there were complications a few weeks ago and luckily, the fighting side of Jen, came out in that little girl and she made it through! Premature and super tiny but I'm CERTAIN super adorable. (I'm visiting tomorrow!!). I hear that she not only has Jen's energy but she also has her thick, black, gorgeous head of hair (amen--no offense, Tim!)

Mommy is fine and exhausted...Daddy has just landed home from Kuwait ,where he was stationed with the "Seamen". The Baby Chick will be in the hospital for a while just getting her strength up but she'll be home in no time filling diapers and hearts with love! Part of it is good, I suppose, because it will give Jen and Tim time to prepare at home (as the new Miss came quite a bit early than we all expected), and give Tim a chance to adjust to home life.

Jen is going to be a fantastic Momma and it really just makes you feel like the world is fair and just when someone who is so loving and so deserving gets the moment of her dreams!

Congrats to the family,,but as always,we know Jen did all the hard work!!

Love you!!

Pyramid Scam?

2008-03-31T18:56:00.002-04:00

I came home from a long day of bullshit and bureaucracy to finish up some miscellaneous paperwork and peruse through my newly purchased books on Egypt, chock full of information to ready me on our group's pending journey in September.

So I sit on my cozy couch, highlighter in hand, and I start becoming SO super excited. Just reading about all that the country has to offer in terms of culture and history is amazing.. Then I start replaying a concern in my head that Sarah had about the two of us walking around the area on our own and how safe it may/may not be (as the rest of the group is going to dive all week and Sarah and I want to actually SEE the country). So, I go to the "things you should know" section of the book and read up on safety, traveling, etc...and then I read a blurb about Ramadan and how during this holiday, the stores close early (if they even open), restaurants close all day (as they fast during the daytime), and there are alcohol restrictions everywhere..then it says that this holiday varies on when it falls in the year but it's generally around August.

Well, I, of course hit the Internet and there it is, sure as shit---Ramadan for 2008 is the ENTIRE month of September..WTF... and just like that, my delusions of being immortalized as a goddess sail right down the Nile. I called Sarah and she did not seem very happy. We both know that GooGoo won't survive without alcohol,especially on vacation, and we really wouldn't understadn the full impact of the holiday until we got there and that's an expensive risk to take!

The other option would be to hit Europe during that time but with the exchange rates kicking our ass, who wants to pay for that? You know the economy is bad when the Canadian Penny is actually worth something in your pocket!! Sigh.... How much does that suck???

HOLD THE FRICKIN' PHONE!

2008-03-27T21:32:00.002-04:00

So, I really don't know how to translate the Ghetto-fabulous version of the "nah-uh, no he didn't" via the blog but ... "Nah-uh.....NO He Didn't!!!" (As I wave my index finger and shake my head side to side)

I was sitting here, doing some paperwork, doggy by my side and minding my own beeswax and the phone rings...and thanks to the marvels of modern technology (amen to Ma Bell and Caller ID), I see the name flash across my cell phone..I didn't even know that Hell had phone service, what with the wires getting so hot (damn you fiber optic)..

ANYWHO...it was the partner/co-worker/co-conspirator of the Wrangler Man..My Archnemisis on the Project who tried to have me banished from Lufthansa... It's 9:00pm..is the building on fire? So I pick it up (You knew I would, I'm a glutton for punishment and a workaholic!)

And this is how the call goes (I'm in Blue and Satan's friend is, of course, in Red):

"Hello this is The Building Chick" (No, I don't really answer the phone as the Chick, stupid)

"Hey, it's Satan's helper" (No, he doesn't really answer the phone like that either)

"What's up"

"Sorry to call so late, have a minute"

"Obviously, what gives"

"Well, I know it was a bit rocky in there yesterday and I wanted to tell you that I really had nothing to do with it. In fact, I'm a big fan of yours and fought "Satan" about the entire issue"

"Thanks, I appreciate it and life goes on. No harm no foul" (yeah right, it's war, asshole!)

"So I didn't just call for that and I know it's awkward but I have tickets to see _____ at _______ this weekend and I wanted to see if you were interested"(I spare this info so no one goes there and laughs directly in his face)

**Now let me interject, that at this point I am not certain as to whether he is offering me the tickets or if he is asking me to go with him.**

"Well, thanks Satan's BFF, actually I'm super busy this weekend and if I would have known in advance, I might have been able to move things around" (See how I danced around the entire enchilada?????)

"Oh yeah, no problem..I just thought it would be a cool idea to get to know you outside of the project and see where that takes us"

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? Does he mean like friends? Does he mean as a date? If he frickin' kidding me? I would rather wash my hair in an obsessive-compulsive lather, rinse, repeat frenzy EVERY night of the week(and weekend) for the rest of my life than spend even one minute outside of those I must for work with him. (And I don't even want those, they are force fed to me!!)

Why must men confuse and befuddle me at every turn? I ended the convo like this:

"Well, that does sound great but given the atmosphere of the project these days, it's probably best we try to work on our professional relationship, don't ya think? Maybe after all is said and done we can go out and grab a drink and laugh as it's all behind us."

I think I handled it rather well. But YUCK!!!! Keep it movin' doofus!

And you all wonder why I'm single???

Hi, I'm Kickin' Ass, Can I take your name??

2008-03-27T19:45:00.002-04:00

Yesterday afternoon, we met with the Owner's rep of the Lufthansa Project (you know, that over the hill Wrangler jean wearing asshole that you'd find at the Jersey shore in a club on a Friday night in June as you'd say "Eww, what's that old guy doing here") . ANYWHO, it was me, Rich (my project Super), the President of our company, and two other executives meeting with the Architects, the Owner's reps and the owner about how I should be kicked off the project. Nerve racking?? Hell yeah! I was so upset that this exercise had to be done in the first place but to meet in order to protect my reputation? Absurd..

Well to make a long story short...They wound up looking like idiots and could not prove their case in any way possible. My boss seriously put them in the place and said he would sooner walk off the job than replace me, as he thinks I'm one of his strongest PM's. We wrapped up the meeting with smiles and handshakes and a "go team go" mentality and the actual Lufthansa people were not happy that the conversation took place at all, as they were more than happy with my handling of a project that has run amok due to bad drawings and info (bad architect).Sure it sucked that it had to be done and in the end it all worked out but what was great was that my team rallied around me and was totally supportive and even protective..Love my job. Love my company. It's really good to be me.

Lots of trips are in the works. Sarah has cajoled me into going to London for a few days at the end of July. Jon has to attend a wedding and I'm going to go with them, meet up with GooGoo and drink ourselves silly. Goo Goo wants to fly in for a weekend to NYC to actually hang out with us in warm weather (smart thinking Baz!!).

Oh, wait..A moment to recognize that today is GooGoo's Birthday!! (everyone sing)

Sarah and I are also going to begin planning the Egypt excursion for September..so, anyone who's familiar with the area is more than welcome to provide advice, PLEASE...

Me and the pup hung out on the stoop today with the neighbors and went for a long walk...

It's just one of those days..when everything feels like a fresh start and my day just kicked off on the right foot. Someone asked me today "what's your story" and the truth is, I don't have a story..just a life that I really like.

Player, play on!

2008-03-25T20:52:00.002-04:00

Ok, people..it is on like Donkey Kong (or maybe something else that rhymes better..it's on like Grey Poupon?? Nice!)

The Building Chick has decided to go back on the market! Sure I have Quicksilver, sure there is a Bat in my belfry from time to time but the Chick needs some humor and excitement. I may not be able to pick up apples and juggle them but men?? Noooo problemo. The men folk in my life are handling it rather well, offering to 'wait as long as it takes' until I'm ready. (Gulp...oops sorry, there was a little throw up in my mouth). The ability to sit around and hang out while the Chick sows some wild oats kind of only endorses my belief that I'm not playing in the right sandboxes these days but whatev....

Of course, with dating an assortment (ala a Whitman's sampler), that means there will be a moratorium on the 'good stuff', if you know what I mean but, hey that's groovy..

Look out, people. Put out the work to hide your men (no boys) because the Chick is on the loose..NO I didn't say I AM Loose, I said I'm ON the loose (gutter mind!)..

Is the Chick getting De-Planed??

2008-03-22T07:23:00.003-04:00

I am not a happy Chick. Yesterday afternoon, which was SUPPOSED to be a GOOD Friday, given the name, was a BAD, BAD FRIDAY.

The Owner's rep of the Lufthansa Project asked my boss to remove me from the project because I'm "too negative". ARE YOU KIDDING ME? His "Architects" have to revise an entire set of drawings and stopped our project cold for about 3 weeks and I'm negative because I tell them that our schedule has been delayed? WTF? I mean this project is my baby. I've been busting my ass to get this thing kicked off even before we got the job. I take my career very seriously and every time you set up house on a site, you become attached to the crew, you hand pick the subcontractors, and you want to hit a home run. To think that I could be removed from it for doing the right thing is heartbreaking. Now, let me say, that my boss is totally behind me and it's not like I would lose my job. My boss is privy to everything going on and has been really supportive and basically told the guy to go screw but in a really professional way...but the fact that this slime ball would go THIS far to try to prove his own worth to the Client, being that the project is SO monumentally screwed up and he's trying to make a name for himself, is all beyond my comprehension.

Now, if I haven't explained who this , ahem, gentlemen is before, let me do so now...
This man (or lack of) stands about ummm 5'-6" but because he wears lifts in his boots, maybe about 5'-8". He's that guy in his 50's who doesn't believe he IS in his 50's. Wearing Rough Rider Wrangler jeans almost daily, which I didn't even know they made anymore, occasionally, our villain will also wear one of those tight fitting Chinese dragon t-shirts and you can swear you hear the club music from Night at the Roxbury in the background. If we are really lucky, the Matrix in him will prompt his short stocky frame to don a 'leather' floor length duster coat. Every time he wears it, we all want to shoot a bullet at him and see if he can bend backwards ala Keanu--well, hell, we don't care if he can do it or not, we still want to shoot him though! Now there have been many questions of his sexuality as it seems to the boys in the airport that he will verbally state the most obscene comments about women (and this is supposed to be a professional guy!) to overcompensate for his true proclivities...but that's just the majority's thinking..

He's a male chauvinistic pig who, when asked a question, by me, will respond by looking at any other male in the area to do so, as if they are ventriloquists who made the question come from my lips. He doesn't respond to my e-mails or calls and will always instead go directly above me to my boss who will then say "Did you call her, this is not my project, it's hers". I just don't get it. I don't want to think this is all because I'm a Chick but I honestly can't think of any other reason for this crazy vendetta.

I am sooo stressed out. I take it personally. I know I shouldn't. I know I should just brush it off but my 90% of my identity is wrapped up in my career, right or wrong, and I can't not care that someone thinks I don't do it well.

It's Saturday morning. I'm going to drown my sorrows in a walk with my favorite guy, Seymour.

Spring, where the hell are you?

2008-03-21T07:11:00.003-04:00

I am antsy for spring. It's good Friday but let's face it, at 5:pm-ANY Friday is GOOD Friday.

Right now it's just about time to head to work. I have MOUNDS of paperwork to do and with all the boys on Union holidays, I'll be on site and focused alone. Sweet.

The project should be kicking back up sometime late next week. Seems like the lead Architect on the project has been axed and the firm is staying up night and day to revise the entire set of plans...of course, they expect us to magically make up the time and money which will not happen, but whatever.

I ate solid food last night which made my tummy happy. PB&J is a cure all, I'm sure and will be found to have been the catalyst for all sorts of mental and physical healings. Now mentally, there's just no hope for me, I know this, but the PB&J at least made my empty stomach happy.

Heard there were snow flurries milling about early this morning so I'm wondering when the sandal wearing weather is coming around?? I am ready--more than ready to be footloose and sock free, if only the weather would comply.

Need to get some hiking in, and I can't wait to get the kayak back in the water. I'm in desperate need of physical activity (eww, get your mind out of the gutter, please) and some new adventures.

Spring technically sprang yesterday...but I'm not buying it!

Sick Chick

2008-03-20T18:15:00.002-04:00

Thursday and all is finally better in the House of Chick. Didn't hear?

Well, on Tuesday night, I settled in for a mild night of work/puppy and feeling a little achy, I turned in early. I shot up out of bed at about 1:am to a rather unsettling feeling that I can only equate to those of my earlier years but back then it was while one of my loyal friends was holding my hair over some random porcelain monstrosity while I swore never to drink that much again.

ANYWAY, I hadn't been drinking and thank goodness it's a quick walk to the lavatory in Casa de Chick. I spent the next 12-14 hours (I swear) in various stages of what could only be described as the most grueling stomach virus in the history of stomach viruses. Now, a few weeks back, I pondered a detox center where I could purify my body and get a bit healthier---not necessary now. I lost 8 lbs in 12 hours and totally rid myself of ANY trace of food, toxin, and/or tapeworm that may have settled in my skin.

It was a horrible, vile situation and I even grossed myself out. The Chick was reduced to a quivering mass of yuck, clad in flannel pj's and yesterday's skank all over me, as I was in no condition to be showering/standing at any point in the day. I wasn't able to drink anything, let alone eat and honestly, I didn't even think about it. I was miserable

Somehow after hours of being curled up on the couch, I managed to get up and make a move. I got dressed and went out in the rain to walk Seymour (who I will talk about later) and during that walk I nearly passed out my dehydration. I went back up stairs and waited it out for the rest of the night...

Of course, I woke up this morning feeling like my old self (good for me, bad for all of you--ha ha) and I'm back in action. I wouldn't wish that illness on my worst enemy...well, maybe my WORST enemy but who knows!

As for my super puppy Seymour, let me just say he was my knight in shining armor. That pup was walked at 8:30pm on Tuesday night and witnessing the condition I was in all night and morning (up and down), he just followed me around the house, sat next to me, and was completely chill. He didn't even look to go out for his morning walk until like 10:30AM, like 5 hours later than his normal schedule. It's amazing how dogs just know when you're ill and act accordingly, isn't it.

Seymour has been deluged in extra special doggy treats today.. and now, i owe that puppy one LONG walk so adios...

Oh---Happy Spring...apparently my body has already done it's spring cleaning, now if I could do the same for my house!!!!

Luck of the Irish? I wish~

2008-03-17T06:54:00.002-04:00

Top o' the Mornin' to ya and Happy St. Patrick's Day! Today Guinness Beer is sending in a petition to the US Congress to make this day a national holiday. Now, being 1/2 Irish, I'm all for celebrating the day, wearing the green, and drinking myself to oblivion (you know, in honor of my ancestors)- but National Holiday??? Not so sure that we should be taking a day off of work just to herald a "saint" for driving the snakes out of Ireland (and right into the dating pool..ha ha).

Besides, this National Holiday movement may deter attention from my "Daily Mandatory Nap Hour" referendum. Yes, this is still in the works but as "I'm just a Bill" taught us, it's a long, long way to Capitol City...

Weekend was better than good and I wake up on this Monday feeling like it should be Saturday but I'm up and at 'em nonetheless. Just had a light breakfast with some SUPER apple juice, brought to you by the people who make Simply Orange OJ, Simple Apple is quite the yummy drink...not as heavy as cider but not as boring as regular apple juice. Even Seymour likes it. I know this since while I was typing this blog entry, I found his face nose deep in my glass (NO! I will not be drinking the rest of that, thanks!)

I have decided to take more pictures and share them on the blog. Excited? I know you are....

Confessional on a Saturday...

2008-03-15T07:59:00.003-04:00

Saturday morning and I'm typing to you with my 4 eyes in tact. 4 eyes, you ask? Well, the Chick picked up her glasses yesterday and lo and behold, I can actually see better! I've always 'worn' glasses, I just misplaced them for a few years-oops! Anywho, I got my 4 eyes in stylish, Building Chick fashion but I can't keep from feeling like the walker and medic alert bracelet are not far behind. Now, being the Chick I couldn't just stop at 1 pair of glasses, could I? Nooooo..I wound up getting 4 pairs of glasses and 2 pair of sunglasses. At least if I'm going to look like a nerd, I"ll be a high fashion nerd!

Sarah has left the country to be with Jon in England, as he is over there for business. Now, while I'm sure he's working somewhat over there, it seems as his "business" also consists on getting hammered with GooGoo, Gloria, Chris, and the rest of the English hooligans I've met thus far.

Of course, Sarah's timing could not be more off for leaving the Tri-State area but I'm not saying why right now, sorry, as I promised Sarah I would not blog about this certain situation until I chatted or texted with her first. But I will say that the Superhero world is about to get interesting...really interesting!!

My Seymour is sporting his spring haircut, all shaved down and cute. Yesterday I had to leave him at the Vet's office to get his teeth cleaned. They have to put him under anesthesia while they are doing it so my stomach was in knots all day, to the actual point of nausea. But his choppers are prettier than ever and he's home safe and sound. As we near closer to the anniversary of Audrey's passing, I get more and more nervous that I'll lose him too.

I think Spring is actually popping up all over the area. I've gotten in some longer, warmer walks with the dog, the sunroof is opened,and I'm almost feeling like getting out the warmer weather gear--almost...

Life is boring and I can't believe you're wasting your time reading all of this...but I PROMISE, it's about to get REALLY, REALLY good....

What day is it?

2008-03-13T16:46:00.001-04:00

Forgot to tell you:

It's National Open an Umbrella Indoors Day

As if I would ever!!!!

All roads lead to....

2008-03-13T16:27:00.002-04:00

There a bazillion sayings about where roads lead to, what they mean, and what to do with them...
I'm an all about the journey kind of chick. I think that you are going to get wherever you're supposed to be, it's just the WAY you get there and how long it takes you.

I am pretty certain I've already met the person I'm supposed to be with, my lobster so to speak, but to date, our lives, just don't sync up. I can remember every thing about him from his smile, to his snarky comments, his banter, and they way he danced with me and when he pops in my life out of nowhere, I have to believe it's his way of saying the same.

There's no funny line or wise crack that I can offer up. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do when he throws me a few funny lines in an e-mail. I instinctively read into it, I automatically assume it's his way of reaching out and that's because I NEED to believe it. And it may not be more than just him saying hello to a 'friend'. This could be all so one-sided. But what if it isn't?

I have this guy who adores me and understands my feelings and wants to be with me forever and ever... and on the other hand I don't have this other guy, who I've really only 'known' for about 6 months and he makes me question every feeling I have for anyone else. He doesn't really want me, or maybe he does...

But I can't say goodbye to him for good, I can't give up that chance of a maybe...and I'd sacrifice just about anything to know he feels that same.

What is wrong with me?

The Building Chick syndrome

2008-03-07T20:49:00.005-05:00

There is no limit to my confusion when it comes to relationships. I'm good at giving advice, horrible at listening to it (especially my own).

I have volleyed back and forth in my mind, and my life, as to what it is I want versus what I think I need and they just never seem to reconcile with one another. I have found this really nice, sweet guy. He treats me well-adores me, really, and is just all around nice and I just don't think I can be happy with him. Part of me, a big part of me WANTS to be, but I just can't...he's this amazing guy but there's something missing and I don't know what it is. Sarah does hit some serious nails on the head, in this regard, and that is why I love and hate her (kidding).

What I know is this: I like my come and go abilities. I like traveling at my own speed and taking road trips on a whim. I like the 'what if's' I always used to dread. Whereas I used to worry about every thing, I now worry about almost nothing. Sure I over think things (that's who the Chick is) but it's not the same. I mean, if I go to Disney World again, I'll still make an excel spread sheet about what parks open when and the best times to visit certain places...if I go to Egypt with the gang in September I'll still make my packing checklist in June and go over and over it until I leave (sorting in various forms- Alphabetical, category, carry on vs. luggage) ...but I won't worry about how things will go or if it will rain the entire trip... I have learned to let go and just let things be... sometimes,I don't know if Quick fits into that world.

I think, to be perfectly open and honest, after the Batman roller coaster, I was a bit scared of my own judgement and I sought out someone 'safe' and good. But that's not me, it's never been me. I mean, I don't' want inflexible and dangerous either but there's a middle ground somewhere. Someone who does embrace life the way I do but still has priorities and goals. That is no one I've met to date; maybe timing is everything and it was just no one I was ready for.

Either way, I think I need to step back from what's going on and chillax... I have realized that I like being alone and I'm happiest that way, for now.

What's your Middle Name?

2008-03-07T18:29:00.002-05:00

Still on my Holiday-a Day kick, today is "Middle Name Pride Day", I kid you not. The Chick's middle name is Bernadette and the only purpose it ever served was to give me the initials ABC, which has worn out its cute welcome. I'm not truly certain who started the middle name kick but I'll probably Wikipedia it and check it out to find as not so interesting answer.

When someone doesn't have a middle name in the military their Middle Name becomes NMN which means, of course: 'no middle name'. I know this because Seaman (nee: GI Jerk) had an ID that said his name with NMN in the middle of it (they included his middle name as part of his first name). If I recall, someone (probably me) saw the NMN on his military id and thought it was some sort of Vietnamese moniker... ..

ANYWHO, today is Friday. It could not have come soon enough. I was going to hang out with Sarah tonight but we are going to change that to tomorrow and tonight I'm going to ride out the rain with Seymour.

Lufthansa has me in a tizzy. The Owner's rep is an asshole. First of all, ANY man who wears Rough Rider Wrangler jeans these days might as well pack it in but his ego is taller than he is and his intelligence is seriously lacking. He's pompous and rude and I seriously think he has a problem with me being the Chick. I don't think it's a sexist thing, I just thing he's jealous that I have the girl parts that he's longing for...lol.. Dick! Lucky for me my boss hates him too and totally backs me up.

I need to chill out. Downtime is definitely needed.

Timing is everything!!

2008-03-03T06:13:00.005-05:00

This morning on tv, while doing the weather, they posted the temperature in Bay Ridge. Regardless of how old I get (and I AM getting old), this always gives me a little boost. Why is that? Not like he said "Hey Building Chick, in Bay Ridge, High Five" but it gives me a sense that my neighborhood is recognized. I'm truly an odd duck.

This giddy excitement and disclosure of such reminds me of when I used to watch Romper Room as a Baby Chick and wait patiently for that chick to look into that Magic Mirror and call my name. She stuck to the generics like "Johnny, Mike, Mary...". Building Chick was not a popular moniker back then. (I know, hard to believe, right?). I hated that lady for ignoring me when I was SO clearly IN the magic mirror...How could I be that invisible? But imagine if Romper Room was on today? "I see Shaniqua, Aquanetta, Apple, Pilot Inspecktor, and Shamalamdingdong"... payback would be mine, if only it wasn't for tv show cancellation!

ANYWAY, last night I ventured where no sane Chick should ever go--Target (with a Silent T, the one at Gateway Plaza in Brooklyn) at 5:00pm. Now, as a normal rule, I try not to frequent the Target (the T is silent, of course) after 12:00pm on the weekends due to the unruly 'clientele' that wakes up after 12:pm and goes shopping. But, being the wild child I am, I went, dragging Quicksilver along for the ride.

MY GOD, if ever birth control was airborne, it ran rapid in this Target (again, the T is silent)! Now, for politically correct reasons, I won't go in extensive detail, but I will say that if you could take all the stereotypes you can't talk about (but know exist) and find a special place, an ecosystem if you will, to let them all live in unison--it would be at this Target (one more time--the T is silent). The aisles jingled with the sounds of bad grammar, the checkout lines reverberated with white and black trash walking hand in hand, and the parking lot ran amok with tricked out Escalades equipped with Dubs, Bullet holes, and a special compartment to hide that illegal glock. The overall 'style' of the place was Ghetto Ho meets K-mart Bluelight Special with a Hint of Bling-Bling. When we couldn't find one shopping cart that worked, Quick was fast to point out how similar the carts and 90% of the stores population were. (ha ha).

My lovely and attentive checkout person (Of course, I'm laying it on thicker than my own ass), Shanditaz (I kid you not), would have been more than happy to check out my purchases in a speedy fashion; although her 20 inch nails and the story about her man and "what he do now? (oh no he didn't)" [that was a direct quote] kept her way too busy to attend to my silly customer needs. I would bet that at least 40% are either destined for or have appeared on the Maury Povich show..just a guess but odds are with me. Ahh mediocrity, how I love you!

When Quick and I finally got back into the car (amazingly alive, after a succession of biting are tongues and side looks that could have gotten us killed), I wiped the tears of laughter from my eyes and got the hell out of dodge. I may not know what being in the armed forces but I think that hour or so should certainly count as serving time in a war torn area!

On that note, I take me leave of you for the night..

PS- If you only saw how crazy my spellchecker went on the above paragraphs, you would be laughing as hard as I am right now!!

This just in- The Building Chick Exclusive

2008-03-01T11:09:00.002-05:00

Someone has a new anonymous blog up and running. Can you find it? Do you want the clues to find it or do you just want to know what it's about? Let me know....

Good Day Star Shine!

2008-03-01T07:45:00.005-05:00

Hey crazy cats...

Today is National "Be positive-Do Something Positive Day" so in honor of that, I will be a cock-eyed optimist all damn day long. I love these "holidays" and celebrations that happen daily that you don't know about unless it affects you.

It is also "National Pig Day" and there a thousand girls I could honor for this day but the term "Yay for the whores" doesn't roll right off my tongue... Well, sure, they could mean pigs in the Wilbur (Charlotte's Web) or Arnold (Green Acres) variety but it's not quite as meaningful, is it? Regardless, I will give homage to those who give us yummy bacon... From my fat ass to yours thank you!!

There's a pretty detailed site of all the "national" holidays on the Calendar for 2008,(http://www.holidays.net/dailys.htm) perhaps, if we all ban together and petition the powers that be, we can get ourselves some more non-working days, you know, in honor of the pigs. I, for one, really need a day of reflection on National Talk Like a Pirate Day...arrrgghhhh!

Today, I will be doing errands and getting some work done. Very exciting, I know. In the Sarah Jessica Parker comparative world- Carrie Bradshaw, I am not. I think of myself more as a combo between the square pegs nerd and the flake she played in LA Story(but less hot).

ANYWHO, off to go be positive...And as the Brady's would say "It's sunshine day!", so go be happy!

This short month seemed REALLY short...

2008-02-28T19:32:00.004-05:00

There are footprints on my ass from where work has been constantly kicking me. Holy cow!! Do you remember when I used to be excited about this Lufthansa project? Now...not so much.

How does an Architect just make up where existing walls are and expect you to magically make the space work? Now, I still love my job and my co-workers but Architects??? The world would be better off w/o them, trust me. The boys and I spend about 1/2 of our day complaining about how bad the drawings are and the other half of the day is spent cracking jokes about the whole thing because all you can really do is laugh.

When a project has this many bumps so early in the game, the morale tends to wane and the troops get itchy, so I'm trying to ride the wave with them and set a happier tone. I load everyone up on Starbucks and marshmallow peeps and hope the sugar rush yields a positive outlook...So far, so good.

I guess though, if there weren't so many problems, I wouldn't have a job so, on 2nd thought--- Yay for asshole architects!!!!

What else goes on in the life of the not so young and hopelessly restless? Nada....Quicksilver and I are still dating but I have to tell you that there's no "umpf"..I dont' get this overwhelming feeling of "IT". He is super great and he dotes on me ALOT (but not in an obsessive way) but my head and my heart are not in agreement. Question is, do I walk away or hope something materializes? I'm not sure because I know he'd be "good for me", but if he's not IT for me, what does 'good' matter?

I took a survey from my bank today and apparently I have been changed to yet another age bracket box: 35-44? What The F? Can't they, at least, give me 35-40? Must they include me with the over 40's??? That is SO not fair. I know, I know, technically I am not 35 yet but it's less than 2 months away and the wrinkles, arthritis, and sagging boobs are looming..I can feel it. No, seriously, I can. Soon people will offer to help me across the street and I'll have to buy those $5.00 reading glasses from Duane Reade so I can muddle through the Social Security newsletter.

ANYWHO, as me and the ex are on somewhat friendly (but not "friendly") terms and in the spirit of Black History month (yeah, right), I am no longer referring to him as GI Jerk. We'll just call him the Semen..oops I mean Seaman (kidding, kidding)..HA HA, I kill me!

It's Thursday night and I'm chilling out with a nice glass of Australian Port, puppy is feeling snuggily, and it just dawned on me that a year ago I was in chemo, I was REALLY sick and desperately hiding it from everyone, and Audrey was still around to drive me and Seymour crazy. Life is always just a balance and considering how off-balanced I am, I'm learning how to even it out rather well.

Goodnight...

2008-02-16T10:26:00.002-05:00

I write to you from my cozy bed, with Seymour laying on legs and feelin' cuddily. A BIG part of me is in nooo immediate rush to get up but there are errands to run and things to do before Quicksilver gets here..

Valentine's Day was super great. Quick brought me roses and balloons and then we went out for an amazing dinner and a walk around the city. It was really a nice night and then we went home and I was beat. Quick took Seymour for his walk for me (awww) and we were in bed by 12:am (I didn't say were were sleeping did I? wink wink, nudge, nudge)

ANYWAY, last night was all about work and some downtime by myself. Work is going bananas.

The Architect for this Lufthansa project really dropped the design ball and we're catching all sorts of issues everywhere. I mean, they show an existing elevator but they put the door on the wrong side and are telling us to build a wall in front of what is actually the door. Do they expect me to pick up the cab and just turn it around?? As long as it's not our fault, I suppose it is what it is. But all these issues delay a project and will have me on this job through the end of the year.

Today we are going to the city to the museums to see a nighttime planetarium show and then dinner. Quicksilver and I are doing just fine, thank you. He's really a romantic which I thought would make me gag but it doesn't. He calls during the work day to say hi (bit not too much), he goes out of his way to make time for me, and he's so open about what he wants and what his priorities are. I'm thinking I like him more than I tend to let on but I think he sees through it. He's super patient with me but he stands his ground... I think we all know by now that I'm a fighter, so to speak, but he's not having it. And besides, there's not alot to fight with him about.

The missing links in my life have all but disappeared, which I have to say is nice. I mean, I thought GI Jerk and I could be friends to a certain degree but that will either happen or not. AS for the others, nada. And it's peaceful and SO much more clear for me.

So it's a 3 day weekend! Quick doesn't have off on Monday but I do, so me Sarah and Jon are going to grab a movie and dinner...but that's really all there is to report...boring, I know..but next weekend promises to be more exciting, as we're all heading out for a friend's birthday.

I'm rambling and there's a bag of laundry that needs to be taken to the cleaners so I should get my keyster in gear!

Cheers everyone...

Warm Fuzzy Feelings, anyone?

2008-02-11T19:43:00.000-05:00

I have typed and re-typed the beginning of this blog to the point of nauseum. I give up and now, no catchy or witty lead in will be given. Now, if you've read this blog before, this, of course, will be of no great surprise, but I wanted to make certain the new comers keep their expectations low.

ANYWHO, my weekend was not very exicting and I have to say that without football (Pro Bowl did NOT interest me at all, thanks), my Sundays are anti-climatic. You can't go anywhere but down after the Giants win the enchilada...sigh....If only Puxatauney Phil didn't see his shadow and predict 6 more weeks of winter...Or was it that he SAW his shadow and there's 6 more weeks of winter? I can't remember and honestly don't care but a chick needs filler and banter for a successful blog. And what the F happened to the Global Warming??? I went outside today and my ass was not globally warmed in the least.... In fact, I was so cold, I went back in the house, grabbed my aersol cans and just started sprayin' to speed up the process (kidding).

So, Quicksilver is like THE nicest guy in the world and I keep liking him more every time I hang out with him. I'm not used to the "nice" guy who says and does super sweet things and while most of my 'friends' want to assume that I can't appreciate the nice guy, I'm learning to. I think I need to, and besides he's not a pushover. He's just really affectionate and open about his feelings but not to the "OMG he's soooo gay" extent. And hello, he looks EXACTLY like Pacey from Dawson's Creek, who's not diggin' that?? This is a guy who put the Barry Manilow song "Mandy" on his phone as my incoming ring tone..Sappy, maybe but SUPER cute...And I won't kiss and tell but if I did---it would be telling you with a big grin on my face!

I don't get that some of my closest friends are sooo negative everytime I meet someone I show interest in. Shouldn't they be happy for me? Even if it only lasted a few days or weeks, shouldn't they be basking in my afterglow too? Why is it that when I become happy with someone, others think it's a bad thing? Is it jealousy of my time distribution? Is it that people think I am incapable of being in a steady relationship? My Dad, of ALL People, gave me some super awesome insight on the phone tonight. He said that maybe people like that I'm the 'last man standing' , so to speak, and enjoy that they still have a friend in a state of flux, which makes them feel successful and normal by comparison. I don't know but I have to tell you that I'm not getting a good vibe when I have to "sell" the reason I like someone to people who should be just plain happy that I'm happy. AND YES, if you're reading this and you think this is directed at you, it probably is...and there are a few of you!!

I totally get that people are watching out for me or maybe just plain exhausted of my dating escapades (ergo- the reason for the blog) but maybe I would not be so cynical about these guys if you all didn't bash them from the get go--OKAY, OKAY, that's not true at all, I was born cynical about dating but you could be making me think positive instead... ;o)

There's not much more to tell except that I think there is a "coming out of the woodwork virus" going around. I have people from my past just popping up and I don't think it's a bad thing anymore. I'm realizing that if people remember just enough of me that it solicits them wanting to say hello, then WOW, that's pretty F'ing cool. Not like I ever had some major impact on someone's life but just being thought of in a small way is a pretty respectable thing. So hello people and welcome back!!

My UberFan Tom is doing well after his surgery and I am more than happy about it. Especially since his wife, Pam, looks a thousand times more relaxed now.... Cheers, kids!!

And lastly, just a a footnote, if you will, I have to say that I have THE cutest puppy in the entire world. This is not an opinion but a meager fact of the universe that needed to be shared. Seymour is just a rockin' cool 4 footed dude!!!

What does a girl do without a Sunday of Football???

2008-02-08T06:43:00.000-05:00

It's Friday...I should be excited about the weekend but with the end of the football season, I'm not really certain what to do with myself on Sundays! It happens every year with me. This portion of the year between football and the good weather, that actually allows you to do things, just makes me BLAH!

Apparently, winter is actually going to be making it's way to NYC beginning this weekend--YUCK. I was hoping that my friend, Global Warming, would keep us toasty this season, but I suppose not!

ANYWAY, Quicksilver and I will hang out on Saturday /Sunday (make your own assumptions here________). His divorce is actually going through now (final in a month) and I have to tell you, it makes me pull back. Ok, so he and his wife split up a year ago and it was over by all accounts LONG before I showed up on the scene, but for some reason, it has been easier to date someone who is 'semi-attached' than it was to let me guard down for someone who wasn't. NOW, listen, this does NOT mean Building Chick is going the way of the common 'ho and will begin a path of dating married men--No Thanks! But I guess it does say something to my state of flux, that now that Quicksilver is becoming a 'free' man, I'm less apt to get excited about him. I'm always making things more difficult for myself one way or another!!

Before I make like a banana and split, I'd like to wish my Numero Uno 'fan', Tom good luck on his operation! My thoughts are with you and Pam (who I know is worried out of her mind!).

Cheers everyone!

PS- The Giants are still the Superbowl Champions..you know, in case you were wondering!!

My get up and go, has got up and went!!

2008-02-07T07:00:00.000-05:00

It is 7:00am and I should be, by all accounts, well on my way to the office to gt my paperwork and mosey (sp?) over to the Westchester ARC site; but alas, I sit on my bed typing to you until my laptop battery runs out (as I am FAR too lazy to go get the plug).

I am beyond mental exhaustion but my body has not yet caught up. Last night, it was so warm out me and my little guy, Seymour, took a long walk down the park and, hold on to your seats...Seymour and I hit a milestone in our Mommy/Doggy relationship.... I threw the ball and he got it AND returned it to my hand. I don't know what it's like to have actual kids, but that moment had to be my puppy version of seeing your kid take his first step. Normally, I throw the ball, Seymour runs after it, comes back empty mouthed and then I go back and "fetch" the ball...I was very proud of my boy *sniff*sniff*

Because it was so nice out, the usual group of doggy owners was down the park letting the dogs romp off leash. Haven't seen them all in a while but it's amazing how things change in a matter of a few months. Some got married, others getting divorced, one having a kid. Ironically and contrary to what I feel is a somewhat turbulent life, I am the only one who's life has not changed so dramatically. I have not decided if I am happy about that or not but the fact that I am smiling (and now with 75% less drama) is the key.

Men from my past keep popping back in here and there and I always find it odd. I'm a "when it's done, it's done" type of chick and apparently no one else is. I just don't understand why it's necessary for a guy, who REALLY hurt you and treated you like a 2nd class citizen, to boast about how great a person he is now. I know he's not trying to win me back, so why rub it in my face that he made me suffer and now someone else will reap the "reward" of him actually growing up?? Why do I need to know that? Is it like "Hey, you weren't good enough to change my foolish ways for, but you totally primed me for a future successful relationship" (yay me!)

I have realized this to be a pattern. Almost as if I'm some pre-relationship "stand in" for guys to work with until the real deal comes along. I'm the PSAT to the SAT's, I suppose. I'm that qualifying round in Pole Position (no pun intended) before the actual race. Now, I'm happy that I can make life easier for all these other chicks but do I have to know about it?? Do I? Really?

This all leads me to my point for the day:
If the grass is greener on the other side, it's only because I gave you the fertilizer!

SUPER Tuesday!

2008-02-05T19:35:00.000-05:00

So, as I gently ease back into the blogging saddle, I'm being berated for my lack of info on the proposal thing. Not really necessary, but whatev..Sarah has been making some funny pokes about me not being a "full disclosure friend", which is pretty amusing. Let me say that had Sarah not royally F'd up her leg a few weekends ago I would have TOTALLY told her but the phone was not the right place and I didn't want to do it in front of everyone else, including Jon (yes, you!) who would make all sorts of 'witty' comments. And by the time we did have some kind of time, I was just brain dead for thinking about it so much.

You have to understand, people, that I am not the type of person who can spill her beans to everyone within ear shot. I know, I know, I blog my entire life so how do the two tie in together; but they just do. For me, it's easier to sit back and wax poetic on the goings on (or lack thereof) of my life in my writing. It's the most effective communication form I know. I'm not able to talk for hours on a phone or open up about my feelings to everyone who will listen. In fact, while I love helping out my friends when they ask or really need it, I will hardly ever ask for help or opinion because I'd much rather sort out how I feel and what I want on my own. I know it's stubborn and distant but it's who I am.

ANYWAY, the Giants tickertape parade was today and I missed it. At 6:30 this morning, I got into my car as I drove on 4th avenue towards the Belt Parkway entrance (headed to JFK airport), the BQE entrance one block down beckoned to me, in an Eli Manning type of Southern drawl: "Come on over and get to the parade, there's not traffic right now, screw work"... I have to say that it was tempting and I have to say that I did pass over the Belt entrance and head down the block towards the BQE all the time saying "Once in a lifetime opportunity"...but then guilt and responsibility creeped up on me and forced me back towards the Belt towards work. Damn my morals!!

Hey, did you know that a MAJOR portion of my New Year's Goals are either done or well on the way to completion? Let's see..I got my Shag Rug (and it is SUPER FUNKY cool), I have my dining room set (with a new Buffet Server), I go to the gym 3 times a week, I'm dating more, and I've been quite the social butterfly in the past few weeks which means I'm putting work aside once in while. AND it's only the beginning of February so how do you like them apples??

By the way, the project at Lufthansa is going well and my boss has been on his SUPER nice and on his best behavior since the 'drunk dialing incident' where he cursed me out....Life is back to normal..or at least what is normal for me!

Is there a Dewey Decimal System for Cheesy Romance??

2008-02-05T06:17:00.000-05:00

I'm pretty certain that if you looked up Romance in your local library, you would NOT find my name, picture, or even a stick figure likeness. Let's face it, the BuildingChick has not been lucky in love by any means. I've surrounded myself with guys who are pretty neat by all accounts but SO not right for me. Now, perhaps, if I was running a daycare system, they would make awesome 'clients' ,but maturity does not seem to be a trait that my counterparts ever seem to have a wealth of.

This I know. But much like any bad habit, it's a hard one to break and I'm almost certain that even the poshest rehabs don't have a 12 step for my addiction.

ANYWHO, it's time I brought you up to speed on the less than romantic goings on and probably the central reason for why I haven't written. We all know that men seem to like to pop back into your life when you least expect it, and sometimes in ways you never saw coming. Sometimes you're flattered, sometimes you're just sick to your stomach over it and sometimes, when in the back of your mind you could never understand what went wrong in the first place, your heart jumps out of your chest and you have to do a total gut check.

Now, before I give you the big 411, let me say that ALOT of people are reading this blog and you all know who you are, but for the sake of my sanity I'm not naming names...not even Superhero Pseudonyms... I've told maybe about 3 people in my real time life what I'm about to tell you, so I'm going to catch all sorts of hell (yay me!)

Back to the action....A few weeks ago a certain someone I had been with for a while and was totally "in something" with came a knockin' on my door. Not literally, but figuratively, of course. He wanted to see me, to talk, etc. and reluctantly I agreed because, I was curious and my own worst enemy. When I saw him, my heart leaped out of my chest as he looked as adorable as ever and when he spoke I melted. Then he went into this whole soliliquy about how we belonged together and he should have never let me go and how he wants to make things works...etc. etc. etc. And then he did it...he proposed to me. HE TOTALLY PROPOSED TO ME. It was insane. I didn't say yes and I didn't say no and I suppose that was my first clue.

I asked him to give me some time to think about things, to sort things out and he was more than understanding. So I got home and I began to really sort things out. Marriage is something I think the Chick would like but was he the ONE? I had thought he was at some point but things changed. Slowly I began to realize that he's just not the ONE and timing had been our enemy. I adore this guy, and had the universe been sorted out differently then it would have been a yes but too much time had passed and I realized that I don't want the guy who lets me get away and then comes back when he's ready. I've done that before and I hated myself for it. Why is it that we are always allowing people to think we are disposable but yet, still available at their leisure? I know you have to put your pride aside for love at times, but this isn't pride..this is my self respect and it shouldn't be compromised. So, I called him up, met him one last time and said goodbye with the closure and the answers we both needed to move on. For some reason, saying goodbye this time was not as hard or heart wrenching as I thought it would be but maybe that's because it was on my terms. Who knows.

So, it was really difficult to put all this into words without minimizing or overdramatizing the situation. To sort your heart out in public (i.e. blog) would have been unfair to him and to me, so I kind of fell off the radar until I could be certain and sure about my actions and words.

It's been a few weeks since the whole thing and I'm confident in my decision. It has nothing to do with anyone else but me and I'm proud of myself for letting my head and heart have a solid non-partisan relationship. Washington,D.C. would benefit from my example!

So, Quicksilver and I are dating but we all know that he's spearated (no kids) and as much as I like him, techinically he's married. I know, people get spearated/ divorced all the time but there's still a wall up for me becuase of it. We're just taking things slow, having fun and taking our time. I know I say it all the time but after the proposal ordeal, I've realized that I really am not in a rush and there's no need to be.

When it's right, I'll know..and when I'm ready it will be there.....

The Par-Tay.....

2008-02-04T21:44:00.000-05:00

Ok, let's get a Wayne's World dream sequence/ flashback fade going on and get you caught up...

So on January 26th, Building Chick's party was on like Donkey Kong....

Sarah hurt her calf during a ski incident the weekend before and becuase she didn't listen to doctor's orders, she had to bail on the party, so I was pretty much on my own as far as hired help went. Jon and Barry, who I had picked up from the airport on the previous Wednesday (You'll remember Goo-Goo from the Oz trip), were still coming later. Sarah's not coming sucked not for the kitchen help, but I really wanted her there but what can you do?? I rocked some stuffed mushrooms, my Spinach Artichoke dip, and some other yum appetizers and no one died, so I'm thinking that the Chick is somewhat domesticated after all! Yippeeee!!

Quicksilver came down early (and to my rescue) and totally helped me out by walking Seymour, putting some things together for me and just being an awesome errand boy. He's like that--he totally looks out for me and just wants me to be happy...(gush).

ANYWAY, Tina was a no show too. Don't really know why except that she wasn't able to get her bar shift covered even with 6 weeks notice but, whatever...she was missed but suddenly, with all the girls cancelling, the Chick's party was turning into a sausage fest!!

The party, though, turned into a fun but weird mix of people. Rina and Rob (who muddled through like a year's worth of waiting for a parking spot) , Danny and Caroline, Jon, Barry, Rich and Karen (the SUper from my new project and his GF), and Jon's friend ,Will and his wife Alicia (sp?). Except for the Rina/Rob and Danny/ Caroline combos, no one really knew each other well but once someone saw my Rockband set up, that became a non issue.

What was intended to be a low key, sophisticated/ casual get to know you deal, turned into a Rock Band marathon that was only further spurred on by an enormous amounts of Jagerbomb shots. Jon and Barry brough a rather large bottle of Jager that, sans about 3 drops, was empty by the night's end. People were singing, banging on drums and doing the "White Overbite" as they strummed the Xbox guitars.... It was more than hysterical and slightly bordered scary.

At one point, we ran out of Red Bull for the JagerBombs and Quicksilver and Jon went out (with Seymour in tow) to get more. Quicksilver said they looked like a gay couple and their prissy dog on a 'jaunt'. Very cute.

We all wound up going to the Pour House at about 12:30am (You may remember the Pour House from Jon and my previous night out in which he literally carried me out??). Jon and William did some hideous Serial Killer version of Tequila shots where they snorted the salt and squirted the lemon in their eye and there was no amount of alcohol that would have me follow in their footsteps.

I wish the other people that were invited showed when they RSVP'd or could have come,etc...but things happen and I think the group that was there was really a nice mix. Although, I am now looking at my next party and it will NOT be alcohol based..In fact, I'm thinking a nice calm, game or movie night with some simple wine and cheese. I'm too old to do drinking parties and the truth is the most fun we had was when we were all just being goofballs.

All in all, Quicksilver fared well with my friends (new and old) and he is slowly learning to come out of his shell, as he is quite quiet when it's not just me and him. I kind of like it though. People are wondering if he is too quite for me but I'm thinking that my problem all along was being with guys who needed to always be outgoing and social and could never just "be" alone without that attention. Plus, Seymour really digs him so he can't be all that bad.

She comes out of hiding!!

2008-02-04T21:30:00.000-05:00

Hey, my little 'Chick'-lets...How are ya?

I know, I know..I promised more blogging, only to disappear for an extremely extended period of time. SO much has happened and my fingers would hurt if I filled in all the blanks tonight.

First and foremost, I think you should all know by now that the GIANTS won the Superbowl!!! If you read my past entries, I knew it was going to happen. You could feel it in your gut. The game was amazing and it made the win even mroe savory to see what a bunch of sore, disjointed losers that Pats turned out to be. I watched the game from the cozy surroundings of Bay Ridge and when Big Blue won, the entire neighborhood went nuts! Police Cars and Fire Trucks rans up and down with sirens blazing on 3rd Avenue, People were cheering and literally dancing in the street and you could hear "18 and 1" being chanted like a church bell ringing on a Sunday Morning. I don't know if it was just the win or the spirit of the area, but it always makes you feel like only in New York do people actually know how to band together, celebrate and have a phenomonal time with what they are dealt with. If you've never been a New Yorker, than you only read about it but in both crisis and celebration, New York pride runs deep. I'm getting goosebumps again just thinking about that win and feeling I got watching them come so far under such doubt and scrutiny... Tickertape parade anyone???

I watched the game with the 'new guy', Quicksilver (nee Aquaman). We've been spending quite a bit of time together for the past few weeks, but you don't want to know about that, do you?

Nah..... ok, ok..I will spill the beans but it will be later..there is too much to catch you up on.

If you didn't come, you missed my party, which will be party of my next blog, as there is alot to say but as a brief preview let me tell you that it was a good time by all, I think, but I may have had my memory slightly askew due to the presence of many Jagerbombs in my system...

But I digress...

Just know that work is going well, Seymour is awesome, life is good and I soooo appreciate all the nudges I have gotten telling me they are thrisy for more of my antics and antecdotes.

Oh, and next week, pending some certain details, I may do something I've never done on the blog before....Curious? Stay tuned.......

Saturday, here in the Ridge....

2008-01-19T18:20:00.000-05:00

Hello!

So, once again, I slightly fall off the radar due to work, work, and yes, more work. I am over extending my 5'-4" frame to span all over New York and Plastic Woman, I am not; however, currently my mind is like a rubber band.

On Thursday night I almost quit my job. My boss called me at like, 8:00pm and decided to go off on me for NO reasons whatsoever. I am of the belief he was completely sauced when he called, as he tends to spend half of his life in a "pickled" state, but regardless it gave him NO right to call me such things as a liar and a blur of other things because he does not remember critical conversation we had about certain goings on. This from a man who once told me that the way I say Hello is "insincere" and calls that constructive criticism. Asshole. My dilemma is: Do I ride out his tenure, as I know he is only about a year or two away from retirement because I love the company I work for and the people in it..or do I bail knowing that NO amount of time is acceptable to deal with such moronic behaviour. Of course, he called me on the eve of his vacation so I have NO resolution until his return but I suppose that gives me time to reflect.

I cried myself to sleep on Thursday night and Friday morning was the first time EVER in my entire career that I didn't like my job AT ALL. I mean, of course there are days you want to sleep in or hide but I've still always wanted to see what's going on, check my e-mail or just converse with my super about the job; but Friday, although I did go to work, I felt no enthusiasm (even about the new project), no umpf...I felt out of sorts...What's a Chick to do??

ANYWAY, that future superhero I met at the party near Tina's house, (we will call him Aquaman, just because he works with water and I'm lazy today), and I have been talking like every night. He's super sweet but there are some flags that make me wary to tread. A) he's separated --baggage anyone??, and 2) I think he's like in love with me. I know that sounds vane but he's ga-ga...Not in a stalker way but he GUSHES. Now, normally, who wouldn't want that and there definitely is something there...but I'm not going to go falling for some random guy who's still got a wife in any sense of the word.

And of course, there's Batman...we've been chatting lately online..sporadic at best but sporadic with consistency, if that makes any sense to any one but me. I can't get him out of my head and our recent conversations don't help. A huge part of me says to ignore his e-mails and keep it moving but the minute I see an e-mail come through, I jump to respond... I don't think I"m still in love with him but who knows.. I'm a mess when it comes to the men folk.

Today I found the perfect rug for my living room AND FINALLY---A dining room set!! Yay!!! I think the reason I scheduled this party for next weekend was to push me to do these things...and they are now done...Sweet! I'll pick out the paint colors soon and then after the party, schedule the place to be painted...

Party is picking up steam...nice group is coming..hope it's fun for all...

Seymour is good. I'm exhausted and I'm ready to Watch the Giants/ Packers game tomorrow. I am hoping for the best but am also realistic as to how Eli plays in the cold. Lambeau field is probably the worst case scenario for the Giants tomorrow...but at least they made it to the Final Four...if they press on, I'll be on Cloud 9..if not, I'm happy and a proud season ticket holder, regardless...

She lives!!

2008-01-17T00:29:00.000-05:00

Well, you know the Chick is busy when I didn't even blog my Giants bragging rights on Sunday after their SUPER win over Tony Homo and his boyfriend T.O. ..

ANYWAY, I am alive and quite well. I am actually uber appreciative that so many people were seeking my whereabouts since my last blog. I feel the love people!

Lufthansa, Germans and JFK, oh my! Ridiculous is the only word to describe how my life has been for the past week, really month...work has not yet broke ground but the prep work is insane. Of course, security, paperwork, meetings, and general job stuff. I'm loving it though. There is a faster pace and a better vibe for clientele. PLUS, I'm closer to home. Of course, if I actually SAW my home outside of typing on my computer it would be nice! I'm not complaining though,,,work is good and now that I think I've got my groove back (Thanks, Stella!), I promise more blogs.... but first I guess I should get a life to write about...

This past weekend I went up to Tina's for a bar party...not super great or even close to super but I met a couple of nice potential super heroes. One, in particular reminds me of the Bat but in a more available, less shady type of way...

Speaking of the Bat, I heard from him today...I hate that because it makes me want to see him, make things work and live happily ever after...but what are the odds of that happening? Isn't it horrible that after not seeing him for MONTHS, he can still make me feel like I just met him. ARRRGGGGHHHHHH

Giants won, OF COURSE and I was super proud. I won't hold my breath for a win over Green Bay but we did better than Dallas and that will make me smile for weeks!

Rock of Love (with Bret Michaels) is back on TV and while it's the epitome of white trash, it's a train wreck I need to see. Thank goodness for the DVR! But watching the show does make me sad that an over aged, past his prime "rock star" is in THAT much more demand than I am...

So here we are again, folks, mooning over the Bat, working my tail off, and getting back into the swing of a social life. This weekend I'm chillin and getting prepped for my Par-Tay next Saturday. Should be fun, good mix of people that I really like and hope get along. The worst part if the prep and I couldn't have picked a more hectic time...

Tonight, I met Sarah for dinner and had a good girl talk which I needed. She totally took my mind off work and made me crack up laughing. Just what I needed!

Goo Goo (aka Barry, my Australian 4th wheel) rolls into town from Jolly Old England next week and I'm going to just pray that I have the common sense to forego all that which will make me suffer in the morning. I figure Barry will be leaving with an elevated Alcohol content in his tummy and a New York state of mind...Can't wait to see the teddy bear...although the four amigos together does make me think of other things and people....but I can get past that for Baz.

Ok, time for some time..

More tomorrow...Cheers

INTERCEPTION!!!

2008-01-06T15:48:00.000-05:00

Need I say anything more, as the clock starts to run out???

Great way to end the game...it's official!!!!!

Eli is proving that he has it in him!!

THE GIANTS WIN!

Where the heck have I been?

2008-01-06T15:42:00.000-05:00

First of all: 2007? Never heard of it! Who needed it?

2008 started in majorly quick paced fashion (as you can tell from my lack of blogging-sorry!). work, work, and more work.

I wish I had something more exciting to offer you in the way of my dating life but 6 days deep into 2008, and I remain as pure as the driven snow (for this year, anyway). Which makes me wonder where that term came from? Had the person who coined that phrase ever been to NYC after the snow has been driven in? It's black, slushy, and gross... (don't go sending me in the actual meaning, I'm just being facetious)

ANYWHO, I digress..I went out on a date on Friday with a guy we'll call Yellowjacket because he's a biochemist, from California (although on the Avengers, Yellowjacket was from NYC and moved to Cali...whatev) . Super nice , super smart...super not so funny! Why do I keep meeting these freakin' wallflowers... are all the funny, outgoing (but not overly so), smart guys (with no kids) accounted for? I promised to make time for dating this year but it might not be necessary because I'm not meeting anyone worth the time. Maybe instead of YellowJacket, we should call him WetBlanket...HA HA, I kill me!

Doesn't' matter really because work keeps me SO busy I don't have much time to do the dating thing. The Germans at Lufthansa are keeping me on my toes but, their receptiveness to me and the project really moves things along. I think this project will be one of the most stressful but most fun, regardless. My super is a little wet behind the ears but I'll hold his hand if I have to, in order to get him up to par.

Finally, I got some much needed chick time with Sarah today, which was good, but I had to send her on her way (sorry girly!) before I settled in to watch the Giants game...(as I type now they are spanking Tampa Bay in the 4th and I feel a game against Dallas coming on!! Woo Hoo!).

Evites to the party have been sent. No planning whatsoever has been done, but I do my best work under pressure. Speaking of which, I really should be doing some serious paperwork right now...Yikes!

2 minutes left in the 4th...Giants are rockin' it 24-10....we so have this in the bag....Yay us...

Next up those Freakin' Cowboys...Bring me the head of Tony Romo! Take him out of his misery before Jessica Simpson dumbs him down completely!!!

Helllooooo 2008!

2008-01-01T11:50:00.001-05:00

If you woke up this morning a bit fuzzy, a tad hung over, and unsure of what day it is, you need only put in the Sci-Fi Network's Twilight Zone marathon to be reminded that it is, indeed, the 1st day of the New Year! Love that Twilight Zone and often wonder if, somewhere, Rod Sterling is narrating the misadventures of my life for an audience....Hmmmm

ANYWHO, last night was a blast. Went to Rina's brother's apartment in Manhattan for a small gathering. Here's what I learned during my last night of 2007:

- Playing the mouth trumpet is not as sexual as it may sound and is NOT to be confused with the skin flute!
- 80's music is one of the best conversation pieces, and in a party atmosphere, it is socially acceptable to admit you know every lyric and 'impress' your friends by proving it!
- Earth, Wind AND Fire are alive and played for someone's TV countdown, although I'm pretty certain Earth has been a victim of Global Warming and Wind is barely blowing...
-Kathy Griffin was hosting a TV thing with Anderson Cooper (muy caliente!) and someone pointed out that she looked like MushMouth from Fat Albert. (dead on the money!)
- Captain Morgan is the best New Year's date a girl could hope for.
-Rina and her brother, Daniel, terrorized a Jehovah's Witness chick in their youth and now the entire religion goes knocking door to door seeking retribution (thanks, guys!)

So on with 2008. I think it's going to be a vintage year, the kind that wines win awards for. I'm going to start my year off by getting out from under all my paperwork, sending out the evites for my party, and picking out the colors for my apartment to get painted...

It's an ambitious attempt, I know, and will most likely only get 66% accomplished but the thought is there, and afterall, isn't it the thought that counts???

My Year in Review

2007-12-31T17:58:00.000-05:00

I am about to start getting ready ready for a New Year's Eve party in Manhattant with some friends. I've taken my nap and figured I'l enter one last blog for 2007 and give it it's proper send off.

Summarizing this year is tough and if I had to use just one word, it would be impossible. How do you give only one word to a year that has brought so much to my life?

This year, more than any in the recent past has been significant to me for reasons that stream across the board.The lows were pretty damn low but there was positive outcomes from the bad, maybe especially from the bad.

While, my past, especially my childhood, is filled with horrible, scary lows, I think that this year, for the first time, it was about loss and goodbyes rather than victimization. When you feel like a victim, the sadness stems from a feeling of helplessness and a lack of power, but I'm at such a strong stage in my life now, that I can let myself feel my losses without losing sight of the fact that it's just circumstance and life and I need to muddle through with everyone else.

Most painful was losing Audrey. After 7 months, I still cannot believe that little ball of energy, that used to run around the house and crack me up is gone. The way she passed on was so sudden and heart wrenching and, to see Seymour struggle through the loss as well, was something I can't describe. Just thinking about her makes me smile and cry simultaneously. From losing her though, I was able to reach this new emotional level with my Dad, as I watched him protect me, comfort me and hold my hand every step of the ordeal; never letting me forget that I will always be his little girl. He let me make the decisions I needed to on my own, didn't disconnect from me, and was just there... Somehow when your Dad can do that at this age, it's so much more meaningful than when I was a kid.

I also finished up my treatments, alone and standing strong. I know that everyone in the world who knew about the cancer offered me help but for me, it was important to deal with it on my own for as long as I could. I worked, went to my treatments and came home to Seymour (and at that time, Audrey) just cuddling up on the bed next to me, as if they knew I needed calm and attention. Although I exhibited a stubbornness and independence I KNOW I need to let go of a little bit, it also gave me time to heal physically and mentally on my own. I let go of the ex, the anger, and while I still can't understand why it does, indeed, seem like I get more than my fair share of bad luck, I learned to just keep going. I found the strength that everyone kept telling me I had and I beat it. No recurrences or treatments for 7 months now!

And, I got my heart broken a little by the whole Batman thing,but I also felt something I never thought I would, so it wasn't a total wash.

But it wasn't a great year just because of the bad things I learned from, it was also the good things, the MANY fantastic things that my life, some of which I stumbled upon and some that I have been fortunate to have all along.

There's my Dad, always there is my Dad. My first and ever present Superhero!

My friends are bar none, the best in the world and alot has happened with them this year. Tina and I mended fences, had some laughs and continue our long standing friendship, proving that time does heal all wounds.

Jen is pregnant with twins, finding out JUST before Tim left for Kuwait and now I've FINALLY been given the OK to spread the news! AWESOME! And I have to say that Jen, has always listened to me when it came to GI Jerk or my treatments, and we just have this bond where we can vent to each other and find clarity and a few laughs! She's going to make SUCH an amazing Mom!

With, Sarah and Jon, I took a crazy trip to Oz, found Barry (Goo Goo) along the way, and became the closest of pals. They are part of my family and always will be and vice versa.

There's Mike, who just this time last year, I was dating but somehow he became the close pal I never see. And although I haven't talked to him in a while, I still adore him.

Rina and I reconnected and I have to say, I don't' know why or how we 'disconnected' .

There are of course, others who I hang out with, talk to, and truly adore but this is a blog not a novel. I am just very lucky to have people in my life that I can count on, you know, if I ever get myself past this stubborn, independent thing!!

At work, I finished the Yonkers Pier restaurant project, have almost completed the Westchester ARC job(done in 3/08) and got awarded the project the team has been chasing JUST last week : Lufthansa. I love calling people and telling them it's reference to the Lufthansa job, as if I'm part of the Goodfellas Lufthansa heist...Most importantly, I love my co-workers and I look forward to coming to work every day. After all these years in this business, I still get excited about my job. Not alot of people can say and/or recognize that.

Seymour has finally adjusted to being alone and reigns as the King of the castle and has been spoiled to the point of no return.

And finally, the GIANTS are go to the post season, so my possible disappointment is staved off for the new year (yippee)!

I'm not sad to see 2007 go, but I'm anxious to see what the New Year throws my way. And I am sooo ready for all of it, at least, I think I am! Sure, I'll be turning 35 this year but, so the F*** what?

I used to get nervous about the 'what ifs' of life and now those What Ifs are what make me look forward to tomorrow and appreciate what I have today.

Thanks for being part of the adventure! I wish all of you a happiness you wish to pay forward throughout the year!

HAPPY 2008!

This was a rockin' cool day!

2007-12-27T21:48:00.001-05:00

So, you might be asking "Why, Building Chick, what made your day so super awesome?" And that is just a superb question, with a myriad of answers!

Driving into the office today, I got the news that we got awarded that project at JFK that we had been chasing and I had been working on for hours every night!!!! SO COOL, right? The beginning of the project is the best part, when you're completely in a zone and everything is starting to gel. Kind of like my own private New Year's Eve!

I am super psyched. Sure, I have FOUR other projects going on right now but I've already asked to be taken off 2 of them so I can get some clarity going on. We shall see.....

ANYWAY, after all that work good news, I get this phone call from my pal Jimmy, who lives in California and while there's no real "news" there, Jimmy is just that kind of friend that I don't get to talk to very often anymore but when he calls, you can't remember if you were mad, sad, or stressed out prior to his call..you're just laughing and happy. So that was good..

Then, when I got home from work, I was walking Seymour and I saw my 4 eyed flirt friend and said hello. Eye candy is always good for the soul.....

Tonight I went out with Rina who I haven't seen in forever and her guy, Rob. Got Mexican (my fave) and a student of Rob's and his friends joined us. Good mix, nice kids (they were about 23, I was worried the Cougar might sniff out the young guys and show up! ha ha) and it was so great to see Rina and spend time with her.

So that was my day. Simple but rockin cool.

And now the best part of the day...cuddlin' up with my puppy!!!

Countdowns are everywhere!

2007-12-26T19:01:00.000-05:00

Well, hello people! Merry Post Xmas and Happy Pre-New Year!

Back to work today and even with my stuffy nose and horrible cough I find myself in super good spirits. I have far too much going on at work and my head will almost certainly combust but for now, I'm just lulling myslef into the false belief that I'm handling it all very well!

New Year's Eve will be spent with my pal Rina and he main squeeze, Rob, at a party her brother is having in NYC, so that should be cool. Of course, I have no date and thus, no one to kiss at the turn of 2008, but that's ok, why should 2008 be any different than 2007..Ha! I think the idea of kissing someone on New Year's is passe but there is also something to be said for entering the New Year WITH someone you care about. I like the idea that the new year will bring about new adventures and, of course they are always more fun with someone you want to share them with but I'd rather wait for the someone instead of the 'anyone'.

Batman and I have been corresponding very intermittently and with very few words but it's still good to know he's safe and doing well. Can't say I don't miss him, but he's got to make an actual move, which is improbable at best. You ever get a feeling like something just isn't over and you know it's not denial? I've broken up with guys and felt like " NEXT!", or even with GI Jerk, even though it was hard, I knew there was no going back and I didn't want there to be...but there's some random guy feeling that makes me keep the Bat in the back of my mind, you know, just in case it could work out and timing did decide to work in our favor...

ANYWAY, speaking of the Bat, still no word on who sent the mystery box, so I'll just chalk it up to Merry Little Elves.... I'll put it in the Cold Case file and hope something breaks in the future.

I am currently designing the Evites for the party. If you're going to be in the area and you're not a serial killer, contact me and save the date for January 26th! Bay Ridge may never be the same. For those of you who aren't going to be in any shape to drive, there will be a co-ed slumber party however NO ONE is getting 'any', if you know what I mean because if I'm not getting it (and I'm not and have not been in a LONG, LONG time) NO ONE is!!

Cheers...

Eggnoggin' and Bloggin'

2007-12-25T10:02:00.000-05:00

Merry Christmas and Good Morning my little elves!

I hope Santa has brought you everything you hoped for and then some.

Last night, I went to my Dad's for some Xmas cheer and I brought my favorite Aussie, Sarah, and my fave Brit, her hubby Jon, with me to share in the festivities.

Now, we know I LOVE surprises and presents but it's really nice to be at a point in my life where I can spoil my Dad the way he has spoiled me for all these years. I think I did good and actually got the man , who has everything, some things he can actually use (GPS system, wine chiller,etc...).

ANYWAY, the night was filled with good liquor. Jon and my Dad are simpatico in their alcoholic pursuits. My Dad thoroughly enjoys introducing Jon to fun drinks like Eggnog with Cognac, etc. And Jon, equally enjoys and gladly accepts each intro, I think. Jon is like the son my Dad always wanted, more so than even my longest term ex's and with Jon's family being far away, I'm glad to share my Poppa Bear and save my liver!!

At one point, before gift giving, my Dad said "Why bother with gifts, you can't give me the one thing I want"..I TOTALLY didn't get it and Sarah and Jon tried to warn me that they knew where it was headed but I walked BAM, right into it when I said "what's that?"..The answer, of course, being Grandchildren. DUH! And again he reiterated the fact that I needn't have a husband to give him a grandchild..How progressive of my Dad! (or greedy!)

Conversations turned risque, as Jon told stories of our Australian adventures, a rather X-rated Kama Sutra Sticker book (that STILL has not been used), and just general funny things. It's odd to have my Dad engage in those talks with us and not looks at him as "Yuck, that's my Dad", you know? I mean, it's great that we keep reaching new levels of communication but c'mon! Looking back, it's funny but it was totally awkward when you're in the moment. I think my face is still red from last night!

Sarah's Mom and Dad sent me some HYSTERICAL gifts relating to our trip including an adorable Emu Xmas Ornament, A 12 Days of Xmas Book (which I read to Seymour last night before bed), and a SnowGlobe of the Opera House. I wish they could have been there with us because I KNOW that between them and My Dad, those conversations would be legendary!! If only I could get my Dad to Spain to meet them! THAT would be something else!

The other person missing was Barry who will be here at the end of January! Barry sent me picture frames with pics of the group in Oz and it was soooo sweet to see. Can't wait until he gets here so we can show him around and have some hi jinks!

Sarah said that from now on the theme of my Xmas gifts would be related to our annual trip and the funny things that happen during..So for our next trip, I'd like to go to some Diamond Mines and hope for the best..ha ha...I'm looking into it!

ANYWAY, it was an extraordinary time with my favorite guy, My Dad, and my closest friends. I don't see how things in my life could get any better but somehow, they do. I'm lucky to share my life with such good people and to ask Santa for anything else is a waste of pen and paper!

Today will be a day of leisure followed by a trip up to see Tina and then perhaps a movie.

Merry Christmas to all and to all, a great night!

GO GIANTS!

2007-12-23T16:12:00.001-05:00

In case you didn't hear:

THE GIANTS CLINCHED PLAYOFF SPOT!!!!!

3rd Season in a row!

Thank you Santa!

Inspector Gadget? Columbo? Somebody help!!

2007-12-23T15:27:00.000-05:00

Does anyone know who might have had the following gift box delivered to me anonymously:

1- Marvel Comics Guide to New York City
1- DVD set of Batman's Animated Series
1- Really beautiful Murano Glass picture frame (no picture included)

It was delivered yesterday via Messenger and my landlord signed for it.

While my initial thought (and hope) was that it was such a Batman type of move, I know it's most likely not and I can't imagine who would do something so random (at my home address, no less).

Not certain if I am flattered or freaked out just yet..suppose it depends on who sent it I guess. (it is WHO or WHOM, I can never get that right)

Bueller? Bueller? Would love to figure this one out ASAP.

Can't anyone just attach a F'ing card anymore instead of this mystery stuff???

If you provide information that leads to the apprehension of this gift-ing bandit, there's a drink on me waiting for you!!

Cheers!

Wow-- The Men Speak Up and Out!

2007-12-22T18:50:00.000-05:00

Now, I generally have a good amount of feedback from my blog (thank you) but NEVER have I gotten so many e-mails and responses as I have to "Single Strife" regarding my friend, Tina's need to bitch about the quality of the single male contention. And it was ALL from the men folk! Way to defend your gender!!!!

Holy crap guys! I got deluged with Man-Power stating everything from "Shame on the Cougar" to encouragement that all is not lost in the dating world.

Not that I need encouragement. I'm just picky,errr selective, and my standards are high but I suppose those that have low standards shouldn't be surprised by the maturity level or emotional availability of their choices.

Now with Batman, I know I was dead on with my intuition, but the timing was off, I suppose. He can't be faulted for that and neither can I. But GI Jerk--well, that 5 years of bad calls was all me...I should have opted out LONG ago and have learned my lesson.

I hope the cougar learns hers. I will, however, defend her in that she is, indeed, a good friend...just a bit misguided in the male department and it spills over to all facets of her life (i.e. our one-sided conversation)

Rest assured, my pals, me and my carry-on luggage will continue traveling light until someone else gives me the chills that the caped crusader initially did, and I will settle for nothing less... Here's to hoping that lightning strikes twice.

Thanks for your cheers, comments, and advice..keep it coming!

Cheers!

Timing is Everything and I Don't Have a Watch!

2007-12-22T09:21:00.000-05:00

Now that we are done bitching and moaning about how much it sucks to be single, let me tell you what happened this morning and how kismet just keeps kicking my ass.

Almost every other day I see this totally, adorable guy walking down my block at various times of day. Tall, glasses (which for some reason I find super hot), dark hair, whatever...just super cute.

Now, nine times out of 10, it's while I'm walking the dog and it's a casual "Hey" or awkward smile and we keep it movin'.

Today, OF ALL DAYS, when I was JUST getting the sleepies out of my eyes, I had a hat on, lookin' like the poster girl for Hangovers and Colds just schlepping' up the block..I'm looking down at the ground because we all know I'm a klutz and I have to watch where I walk, my mind somewhere in space and when I look up, BAM bang right into him as he stopped to pet Seymour.

As I apologize and I still try to hide my "morning glow", Seymour decides THAT is where he would like to poo! How perfect right?? He laughs and say Merry Christmas and I say, "hey you too" (because that is all I could stammer out), as we walk in separate directions.

So much for my weekly flirt friend.... SIGH!

Happy Saturday!

Single Strife

2007-12-21T19:15:00.000-05:00

Ok, you know Tina: my friend, the cougar, who is 38 and dates man-children in their 20's?

So, she goes out with this random guy who's a 27 year old fireman. From what she said, they had a nice time and a string of phone calls goes back and forth before he tells her that he's not interested in anything more than friendship. Honest, direct, and at least he didn't lead her on, right? I give him major kudos.

Tina, the cougar (sorry, it's funny), goes on this mini tirade about how she hates dating, how men are screwed up and how she is no longer interested in dating. Ok, so this is not anything that I haven't' already said and, occasionally, more often than not, agree with. But her frustration with the opposite sex is not the purpose of my rant.

Now let me clue you in that Tina, if you don't already know, is divorced and has two kids and and ugly relationship with the 'baby's daddy' (gosh, I love that term!). There's some heavy baggage going on there, right? She is a great girl, and one of my best friends, but she is going on and on about how hard it is to find a good guy and how she cannot understand why she is still single and THEN she says something about how she guesses she doesn't need to date because she was already married to the love of her lifetime and she had kids so she's done everything she's "supposed" to do anyway.

WTF ????? Here are my questions, and please, feel free to let me know you're thoughts:

A) Why is a woman with 'heavy baggage' getting more action than me, a chick who can store her light baggage easily in the overhead compartment or for that matter, under the seat: as I have a great career, no kids, no ex, mild intelligence, funny personality and a fantastic place,etc??

B) Should I be a little off put (and I already am) by the fact that she has the nerve to complain to me about how hard it is to meet someone these days and then tells me she's done everything she's "supposed" to do, knowing full well, that I have not done those things?? Hellooo?? Do I need to be told how hard it is to meet someone and really, shouldn't everyone be more shocked that I am single, rather than her???? I mean really??

C) Why is she getting turned off by dating when she's dating men who are clearly not at the same emotional level as she is?

So dating sucks, we all know it and I'm not good at it. I have always thought I'm decent looking and pretty friendly, so why is it that I hardly ever get approached by guys? No one ever buys me a drink at the bar or comes up to me at the bookstore (ok I got that one from a tv show!) but you do know what I mean? I'm thinking that guys are preset to find women they can save or help and because I need neither of those things, I become less desirable.

I've been told that I am intimidating because of my strong personality and my independence but guys can't tell that from initial viewing, can they? So either I am soooo fucking hideous that no one has the balls to tell me about it or maybe I'm giving off crazy chick vibes??

Ok, maybe there is some exaggeration here as I do date from time to time (although it's been pretty much of a dry spell of late), but they only last one date and then I find a reason for there not to be a second (I am the Seinfeld of chicks). Is there some database where guys give each other info on girls and I've been flagged and black-listed?? Must be it!!

The last guy, the only guy really, that I ever really went head over heels for was Batman and it just didn't work out. We were super compatible but our lives and schedules were not. Sucks but it was one of those things...

So what's a Building Chick to do?? How do I meet THE guy when it seems as neither of us wants to be found??

Xmas PAR-TAY!

2007-12-21T18:49:00.001-05:00

As you should already know I work for an AWESOME construction company and we always have a good time together at the office, BBQ's, etc so it's no surprise that our Xmas party is a blast, right?

Party was at a nearby Country Club and started at 12:noon. Aside from the 100 people who work for the company, there were subcontractors, clients, etc so I'm guessing there were about 400 people. Open bar, great food, and OH NO, karaoke....

It's not a super dressy affair ,but I like to dress up because it's one of the only times I get to be super girly at work. Wore a super cute LBD and I was having a decent hair day. Of course, there were comments about me and the "twins" being out for the night..lol. I clean up well but it always concerns me that people are surprised by that!

ANYWAY, out of the 400 people, you have to estimate that about 375 were men. Do you know how much damage I could have done if I didn't have a rule about dating people in the industry?? DAMN! I might have actually had a New Year's date by the end of the night if I didn't worry about such a silly thing as my reputation...ha ha

We just had SO much fun yesterday. The karaoke gauntlet was thrown down and I had to prove my "chops" but I decided not to go it alone. I brought my boss, Terry, up for a duet of summer nights and later, my other boss, Jay, and I did B-52s Love Shack, which was a pretty rockin' number, I must say!

Met a ton of people and oddly enough, after me and Jay's "set", a flock of people came up to me to introduce themselves..lol...If only it was that easy in the dating world. Oh well. I met a million people that I will never remember names to. I would have gladly taken their business cards but I had no where to put them.

No one got "drunk" but we were all feeling a little happier. You really can't NOT have a good time with this group. The party was this all out extravaganza and it's just one of the other ways they let you know that you're appreciated. It's also good for us to cut loose and have some more laughs.

The party wound down around 6:30ish and then the younger cast and crew went over to a restaurant to eat dinner and hang out some more.

On my way home about 10 of the gang called me to make sure I was getting home safely. One call in particular threw me for a loop, because he also asked me if I'd like to go out some time outside of work, like, you know, on a date... The truth is, I probably would have a good time with him and he's adorable but rules are rules. But it was cool to be asked.

I got a parking spot on the first go round and came into my place to find the most reliable, cuddly, and affectionate mate I've ever had---my Seymour. Thank goodness me and Seymour don't work together!!

Building Chick-arazzi??

2007-12-17T22:19:00.000-05:00

Now, I'm not one to listen to the paparazzi (yeah right) but could a Little Bit of Country and a Little Bit of Rock n Roll be headed back to TV? Are Donny and Marie making a comeback?

More importantly, what a shocker that the STD totin' Pamela Anderson is thisclose to yet another divorce! (trifecta)..When do we just GIVE her the trailer to live in and direct her to the nearest trailer park that COPS will be filming in?

Why do we all hate to know these things but, yet, still know them?? Why isn't Dan Fogleberg's passing more recognized? We all complain that the war has become just a blurb in the middle of the paper and that there are homeless everywhere that no one talks about; yet every single one of you is probably reading my non essential blog before or after a trip to Page Six, People, or just your average Gossip column (online or in print).

The truth is that we all do the Media Walk of Shame...we are all paparazzi whores, where deleting our browser history and sheer denial are our only forms of 'protection'. But don't worry, at least they will call in the morning with news of Britney's latest train wreck, Angelina's 20th kid, or someone cheating on someone else...

And I'll read all about it, right after I watch Donny & Marie make me Paper Roses....

PS- My entries are not THAT 'non-essential', so keep reading, PLEASE!!

I'm getting screwed and not in the good way!

2007-12-17T20:02:00.001-05:00

Do you know sometimes it takes longer to find the right headline than it does to just type the random and sometimes, brain numbing thoughts that present themselves at my fingertips?

ANYWAY, I am still sick. The circle of sickness that has been passed on between friends, co-workers and myself is vicious. It doesn't end! I stayed home from work but, somehow produced more paperwork than if I was actually "AT work". I need to take one of these sick days more often. I think some people called just to hear me NOT be able to talk...bastards...

Moving on from my re-occurring illnesses-- today, I spoke to a friend I really haven't had the time to see or really speak with in forever. Isn't that horrible? How did we all become so busy and detached from own happiness? I have all these great "sects" of friends and I never make time for them, then we drift apart and off the radar. Lucky for me some of my friends are tenacious (or masochistic) because they come and get me. From now on, I have to learn to stop myself from putting off life for work. I mean, I love my job, we all know I do, but sometimes I love it a little tooo much.

I'm going to be 35 next year, and I've put off my social life, at every turn, for work and it's really got to be the other way for even a little while. Aside from the fact that I haven't seen my friends alot, it's ummm been a while wink*wink* !

Our friend Barry will be rolling into town at the end of January, just in time for my
Party (Save the Date: January 26th!!!) I haven't' decided on a firm theme as of yet, it's got to have a solid mix of style, cheesiness, and class..Ok screw class, and insert alcohol.

Well, this hasn't been much of an entry but I'm sick. What did you expect, Shakespeare??

Not-So-Super Cold attacks Building Chick AGAIN!

2007-12-17T05:36:00.001-05:00

Hey folks, just checking in.

I am alive (barely) but have been super sick and not in the best capacity to blog for the past few days. My stuffy head and sore throat were only exacerbated by a broken heart that I got watching the Giants play yesterday and seeing Shockey get hurt.

There's not much to update you on, as my exciting life has consisted of drinking fluids, wearing flannel pj's and the occasional coughing up of a lung. I'm drinking so much OJ, I'll either turn orange or I'll wear some gloves (that don't fit) and get away with murder.....Gee, I hope it's the former! I'm pretty sure it will be, I was always destined to be an Oompa Loompa!

I'll talk to you all soon.

Cheers!

Technology vs Childhood ??

2007-12-12T07:04:00.000-05:00

I am stuck in traffic and typing on my PDA, so forgive any typos prior to my being able to get on my laptop and spell check!

I am amazed at the amount of tv's in cars today. I remember being on LONG, agonizing trips with my Dad and (gasp!) actually talking! We'd listen to CBS FM 101.1 "The Oldies" and I would pretend to hate the songs but I knew every one of them and giggled when my Dad would sing along. Towards the end of our road trips, I'd be singing along.

We'd play "I Spy" or punch buggy...We would "invent" games like "How many states can you find on license plates" or "count the cars you pass by", only to find that all my friends would admit to the same silly games.

I don't' have kids, so I can't say for sure, but isn't actual interaction important? I'm ALL for technology but playing video games at the dinner table and having to watch TV in the car seems a bit much I think they are missing out.

I THOUGHT I hated being in the car with my Dad, I would slouch when I saw my friends, I would roll my eyes when he would sing songs, I'd one word him to death when he would try to "invade" my life---But as I look back, and even during small glimmers of time way back then....I LIKED being with my Dad..I remember all the stories he told me about growing up or being in the service. My Dad is a pretty cool cat and maybe that was the only time in my childhood that we could bond- because, in confined space, we HAD to..

Now, I hear songs on the "oldies" station and I think about how he would sing them and move his microphone/ fist in my direction for me to sing along.I hear those songs and I know EVERY word. That's where I got my appreciation for Jazz, Blues, and the cores of contemporary music. And I have most of those songs in my Ipod right now! I won't get many more times like that with him going forward and if I had the TV in the car, cell phones,my Ipod, or a video game..I would have missed out on those memories.

SO right now, I'm going to sign off of the blog, shut my Ipod off, turn the radio on and count some license plates.....

Build up leads to let down!

2007-12-11T19:18:00.000-05:00

So Bachelor #3 called today. (Can you hear the excitement in my voice)

ANYWAY, so he called and while it was nice to hear from him..there wasn't much to hear. He was not as interesting as alcohol had led me to believe. That and the fact that he lives more than an hour away from me does not lend itself to alot of promise.

We left it like "Hey, give me a call later in the week",.... "ok, will do"

And that, folks, is the story of my dating (or non-dating life)....a series of funny stories, mishaps, and uncharacteristically, bad (or one sided) conversations.

Am I being too judgemental? Should I give it a chance in person or cut my losses ASAP?
I would think that it must just be me....but, we all know, it's sooooooooo them!!!

2 out of 3??

2007-12-10T21:00:00.001-05:00

So, I talked to guy #2 just now..not the annoying guy, the regular guy that is pretty cool...for now...I'll put up details tomorrow on a poll for name choices because I can't keep calling him Guy#2, I feel like I'm on the Dating Game...

But that 3rd guy, the guy I really dig from the other night out (also in the construction industry but I never worked with him before and don't think I ever will) never called..... bummer....It's early in the week but we all know I have no patience for waiting quickly.

Does anyone else not like when a guy asks for your number but then doesn't call or when he waits for the "3 day rule"?? What is that?

Chick's Note to my single guy friends: Don't wait 3 days...it's stupid and it tells the chick that you're ok with missing out by taking the chance that someone else is going to step in before you. Girls, well at least THIS girl, likes a man of action.....

Thoughts and musings from my Monday..

2007-12-10T18:38:00.000-05:00

First, let me say that these "INK" shows are getting out of hand. Miami Ink, LA Ink and now I just saw there's a LONDON ink! Why? Now, let me say that I have a tattoo (which is super cute) but is it THAT interesting to find out why some random guy thinks getting a portrait of Elvis on his back is meaningful? Really?? And, of course, this all begs the question: If they get a group of African American tattoo artists, will it be called "Black Ink" or with Chinese people called "Red Ink"? Becuase THAT would just be funny...

And then there's Oprah. Now, I could really care less about who she endorses or the major coincidence that her only major grandstanding on politics ever happens to be for an African American candidate-whatever ..BUT...is it me or is she REALLY drooling over the guy. Could Obama be Steadman in politicians clothing? She's got cougar written all over her forehhead...maybe my pal Tina could give her some pointers (ha ha ha).

ANYWAY, a rainy, cold day brings with it all the bad drivers getting in my way as I meander up to the job site. I think my middle finger has carpel tunnel from going up and down so often. Holy F!

Work was fine today...pretty hectic and I'm pushing myself to get these stupid small issues out of the way so they aren't a hindrance anymore but it's sooooo hard to do. I have tons of work to do tonight but as you can see, I am procrastinating....

I've decided to have a movie and/or game night this Sunday which should be fun. I have 6 people on the radar so far so, it will either be awkward or super fun....we shall see...Wanna come?

ANYWAY......Two of the 3 pending Superhero's called me..when it rains, it pours. None of them have this blog address just yet so I can tell you this:

1) People who say "guess who" on the phone to people they don't know very well, are annoying.

2) A guy who calls you in the middle of your work day and doesn't understand that you are IN THE MIDDLE OF YOUR WORK DAY, are no bueno..

Those 2 references were about 1 guy, so you can see how long he'll be lasting...Is there a superhero called minute man, because that's about how long that date would last. Check please!

I need a massage...a secretary...and milk...I just ran out of milk...DANG!

Where is K.I.T.T. ?

2007-12-09T21:11:00.000-05:00

THIS JUST IN:

I am the David Hasslehoff of bloggers! Apparently, I'm getting a large Germanic following so now I suppose, it won't be long before I have a record deal and I'm eating hamburgers off the floor in an alcohol induced state!

Yipppeee!

Giants Rock (and so do Sundays in general)

2007-12-09T17:01:00.000-05:00

First things first...GIANTS won!! Amen and hallelujah!!

Secondly, Seymour got groomed today and is more than Super Cute...

Lastly about the rest of the day:

Going to need somebody's help as I have 3 emerging Superhero on the horizon that need some names...Not going on any dates this week, as work is UBER busy with the pitch for that project we're going after AND holiday events throughout the week but by next week, we need to get this sorted out.

Tin Knocker guy called this afternoon... very sweet and definite possibility. I was leaning towards Colossus or Iron Man because he works with sheet metal but I'll put a poll up and maybe you can help out.

Other than that, I totally snagged a new local pal who actually likes watching football. Charlie lives a few blocks away and I met him through mutual bloggers and other web services... Very entrepreneurial and seems pretty smart. You ever wonder how 2 very smart people, such as myself and Charlie can still fawn over the Giants?? Hmmmm. Have never really met him in person but we're going to meet for drinks or coffee soon and then I'll totally be his personal Kramer...(kidding)

Life is good people....Good and busy.....but you know I wouldn't have it any other way.

This week I have 2 parties, a dinner, a Chamber of Commerce meeting AND prep work for that proposal... Has cloning been perfected yet??

Last hiking meet up of the season is trying to be scheduled for the weekend after next..will keep you posted...

The Land of Misfit Toys....

2007-12-09T11:24:00.000-05:00

I do not even know how to even last night's events. It was such an odd night full of little "you had to be there" stories...and sadly, most of you were not there...

ANYWAY, before heading out to the bar, we decided to get food at Charlie Brown's..Yuck...It was a last minute "don't' want to wait forever for a table" decision but let me say that next time, I'll wait for a table at a better place.

So we went out to eat with Matt (Tina's downstairs neighbor and our guy pal) and Zoe, Tina's friend who should be best described as Nails on a Chalk board, with legs. OMG, I know I don't have the most melodious voice, but I'm pretty certain the words that actually come out of my mouth are somewhat interesting. Lucky for us, Zoe had a horrible headache (after throwing herself at Matt all through dinner--can you say Tacky and Desperate??) and headed home!!

Our happy little group (now a trio) headed out and along the way we met up with some random guy, Chris, that Tina's has been seeing. The only thing that his head had an abundance of was gel! He was really a non-issue all night and the words that did come out sounded much like the Peanut's teacher (wah , wah, wah, wah, wah)..

So, eventually we wound up at the Stadium (you'll remember this place from our night of debauchery for Tina's bday party -see November archives). We were well remembered by Jimmy, the bartender, but I THINK, in a good way. Jimmy is super adorable and a future Superhero status contender.

Tara and Ricky eventually joined us with a bunch of people of Ricky's company Xmas party..Man-candy was everywhere and Building Chick was her happy self! Now, normally, I wouldn't ever date anyone in my industry (that means Architects, Engineers, Construction workers, etc) but I may be making a total exception. Ricky works for a Sheet Metal company (tin knockers union) and one of his co-workers is super cute... My digits were given out,s o we shall see...

ANYWAY, the entire mob of people were getting pretty drunk and yours truly only had a few...totally a good girl. A couple of guys were very ummm 'aggressive' and I was soo not interested. But I left for Tina's place unscathed but exhausted.

Woke up early this morning and headed home to get work done and watch the game....

And I will NOT be posting pics of this night....some things have to be kept off the blog...

Cheers

Suddenly Seymour is in the dog house!

2007-12-08T08:46:00.000-05:00

Well, if you've been keeping up (and you should be!), you know that I have a SUPER huge meeting on Thursday with a client for a project we are trying to snag. I kind of intended to stay in my bunker for most of the weekend (sans tonight, when I am going to PAR-TAY!) to work on the drawings and get my head together.

ANYWAY, last night I went through the plan set (500 drawings) started my notations,etc....good job, Amanda... Went to bed after some nice glasses of wine and a late night stroll with my fave pup, Seymour.

Well, apparently Seymour was non too plussed about me working so much last night, because when I woke up this morning, I found that he SHIT all over the set of plans I left on the floor in the living room!! NO, really!! And not to be gross but it wasn't an easy thing to clean up!

Seymour hasn't had an accident in the house in forever, so it must have been spite, right? I mean, couldn't he have chosen about a MILLION other places to do that in my place. It's not like I live in some uber small studio or some shack...

He crawled under the bed and I salvaged what I could, as I REALLY need to review those documents and get my head clear but ARRRRRGGGHHHHH.....

But how do you get mad at this face?

I'm all a Twitter!

2007-12-07T22:25:00.000-05:00

Hey Guys! Just wanted to point out that I have a new feature on my blog.
If you look to the right, just below my picture, you'll notice the "What am I doing" box which is a cool add from www.twitter.com that lets my text updates from wherever and whenever so you can know what I'm up to and/or what I'm thinking. You can always respond if you sign up and add me to your friends list or just keep up with mine.

Scary cool, right??

Shmoozin' and Boozin'

2007-12-06T21:28:00.000-05:00

Agony, my friends, comes in all shapes and sizes....

Tonight, agony disguised itself in the form of Holiday party besieged with old men who seem to think that the Building Chick's boobs have the magical, mystical power to talk to them. I wasn't even showing the girls off to THAT degree...geezzz.

Now, sometimes, these events are pretty fun and fruitful for the biz..These nights are often spent talking to various potential clients and other 'network' types about who we are and what we do. HOWEVER, tonight--not so bueno, kids! The Building Chick put on a cocktail dress and heels, prettied herself up,as much as she can with what she's got to work with, and headed out to a 'convention' mixer of sorts where a bunch of people from other states come in and network with us city folk.

The evening was full of men who were so old, they were decaying as we spoke. The type of guy who pats you on the head when you tell him you're in construction, as if he thinks my job consists of playing with legos all day while my husband (which we all know I don't have one of) goes out and earns the 'real' money. I mean, of course I play with Legos but it's totally on my own time!

The height of the night, I believe, came when I ran into guy who sells security systems asked me if I work for my "Oh construction, huh..I bet a sweet little thing like you works at your Daddy's company, waitin' for a husband who can take it over" (No really,it was a direct quote). Now granted this was from a man who's weight and IQ were on about a 500:1 ratio and his face was so hideous his teeth ran away from his mouth long, long ago but still, it is 2007, right?

The animated version of me would have beat his ass into a pulp for that one (ala Stewie), but the cuter, dressed up, real life version of me smiled and told him

"No, no..and let me say this in small words so you can follow along easier... I actually work for a company that gives me the power to throw millions of dollars of business to companies just like yours but instead I'm going to tell you, in the nicest manner I can, to go f*ck yourself, because it's obvious no one else will, you antiquated, hillbilly."

I can understand that this event had many people that were not from the tri-state area, but we are all on the same planet...Anyway, I thought I was pretty well behaved. At least, for me. So kudos to Amanda!!

I did meet some interesting people and some solid contacts, so all was not lost and looking like an actually chick once in a while is always good.

But while I'm not waiting for a husband, per se, a date would be nice..I guess I should work on that, you know, with New Year's Eve approaching so fast and all....

All work and no play, makes Building Chick kinda happy!

2007-12-05T20:16:00.000-05:00

Sooooo, I am currently inundated with work. Not that I've not been busy lately anyway but I just scored two, COUNT 'EM TWO new projects...

One, I think I told you about for the old school boys. It's a small project but usually small projects are the most hassle because it's 10 lbs of crap in a 2 lb. bag and it all has to be done by tomorrow.

The other project is one I REALLY, REALLY wanted at JFK Airport. Just found out yesterday that it's mine and I"m psyched. Between these two and my current project at Westchester ARC, I'll have no time to think or breathe but that's when I'm at my happiest. ARC should be winding down around March but the JFK project will be kicking up at the beginning of the year so to run 1 project in Hawthorne, NY and the other at the airport simultaneously at the most hectic times of a project (the beginning and the close out) will be a challenge. Also working at the airport is kind of like an "in" to more work at that area, closer to home, closer to playing with the big boys again. Not that I mind working in Westchester but I like the faster pace of the projects in NYC...

Well, next week is a super big meeting to go over the new project so I am preparing my game face... but first.....the weekend and some serious play time.....this weekend will be a doozy for sure...

ANYWAY, I'm sure no one is too interested in all this BUT, it is my life and that's what the blog is....besides, you get what you pay for..and this is free!!

Super Klutz strikes again....

2007-12-03T21:18:00.000-05:00

OK, before I tell this story, heralding my ultimate, yet unfortunate, lack of coordination, please put down any milk or other liquid product that has the potential to spit from your mouth and/or nose....

So this afternoon I went to the gym and, while this fact alone should promote shock and awe, it is NOT where the story ends...

ANYWAY, I came home from the gym and while a shower was definitely called for, I needed to change out of my gym clothes and throw on some warmer duds to take Seymour for a quick walk. Well, although the gym trip shows definite signs of energy, I was bereft of all such enthusiasm and in an effort to save time and "work" I opted to leave my sneakers on during the pants exchange.

Anyone see where this is going? Bueller? Bueller??

SOOOOO, the yoga/ stretchy type pants come off without a hitch and I mentally applaud my initiation of time management skills...I grab a pair of jeans, not really paying attention to the type, but as I am standing and put them on (one leg at a time) it dawns on me that they are not of the "flare leg" persuasion and they bottom of the leg is getting hard to pull over my sneaker (and I have super small feet). I'm standing there, pulling the pants leg when BAM, my legs come out from underneath me and I land on the hardwood floor knees first...OUCH...

I am now somewhere between crying and giggling and Seymour has given up his anticipation for going out and has crawled underneath the bed in embarrassment for me.....

As I am sitting on the floor, one knee bleeding, the other just in agonizing pain, I manage to wiggle the pants back off and remove my shoes. I hobble back up, put my pants on and proceed to go down stairs like a little old lady walking my dog like the cripple I am. A five minute walking now taking 20....

So I sit before the computer with two completely bruised knees, which resemble those of a broken down oral sex champion who lost her knee pads in the home stretch...a shell of my former klutzy self..now fully evolved into a full blown moron (no pun intended). I don't know what hurts more..my knees or my ego...Yet I still share my folly with all of you...how magnanimous...

And you sit there reading about me...who is worse? I know, I know...it's me, it's always me....

Goodnight..I'm going to find a rock to crawl under...

Monday Morning Quickie

2007-12-03T05:53:00.000-05:00

I've been having these UBER vivid dreams lately that have me waking up in the middle of the night and carrying them out as if they were real. Like the other day, I woke up thinking I was late for a plane flight. I proceed to get up with the buzz of the alarm clock, go to my closet, get a suitcase and I actually began throwing clothes in it....I came to a few seconds later...

ANYWAY, this morning I got dressed, filled my camelback, and began to start bringing my bike down stairs...Where the F' was I going? Seymour looked at me like I had 3 heads. Weird right? Is my sub-conscience saying "Hey, fat ass, you need exercise AND a vacation!" ?????????

Unfortunately, I've not yet dreamed that I was having sex to wake up making out with my pillow...but it's been so long, I'm probably due for that one next (I hope--my pillow is kinda hot..lol).. I wonder if I should start hiding my car keys though. I know I have a vivid imagination but now my stupid dream sequences are spilling over into my awake time....odd

Well, it's a good excuse though, no? From now on, anytime I do or say something of questionable nature (enter the word OFTEN), I can say "Oh, I must have been sleep walking, my bad"

My pal Jason, who lives in Georgia (for now-next stop Connecticut), happens to keep tabs on the blog often (I mean REALLY often) and is slowly stepping on Tom's SUPER-fan status (look out, Tom!). ANYWAY, he said this blog (and I quote) " Reminds him of a cleaner version of Sex and the City" .

Which really only means I get less sex but, obviously even my dream state is rated PG these days.....Bikes and suitcases?? Is that all my warped imagination can come up with? I mean really!!

Time to go to work...Ciao and Happy Monday!

Giants, Jager, and Rock Band-Oh MY!

2007-12-02T19:34:00.000-05:00

What a weekend!

Let's start in reverse with the most important updates: Football

Redskins gave a truly classy homage to Sean Taylor at the beginning of their game by playing 1 man down in the initial play.

In a moment of irony, Giants ended their game with Sean Taylor No. 21 on their scoreboard winning against the Bears. Manning had a really strong game, as did Toomer and Ward. I don't care what people say about Eli, I still think he's going to evolve into a great QB and the Giants are smart to stay with him as he does. Too many clubs get rid of a young player when he they are still green and then throw them to a smarter team that watches him flourish.

Now let's go back in time to Friday (Insert Wayne's World dream sequence waves here!)

So, on Friday I went out with Gambit. Can't lie, I had a good time. We went out for dinner locally and then went and listened to a band. He's a cool cat and I'll probably go out with him again but I'm pretty certain it will get into the local pal kind of thing. There wasn't a romantic connection really, although he did go in for the kiss and, while it wasn't horrible, it wasn't the fireworks that Bobby Brady got when he kissed Penny. He lives like 9 blocks away from me which is awfully close for a relationship-phobic like me to handle...

Did you ever notice, I ALWAYS have an excuse for not liking the guy? Figured I'd say it before you did...

ANYWAY, Saturday I had a massive headache...but I persevered...Neil, Jon and Sarah's friend was in from London (by way of D.C.) so we took him out for a night on the town of good ol' Bay Ridge. Neil and his wife, Melissa, will be one of the many couples vacationing with us next year so it was fun to meet another link in our chain of merriment. He's pretty cool and funny and our night was pretty funny. We wound up going to the Pour House where I bumped into an "ex" who I kind of "forgot" to call when I got back from Australia...Awkward..

I didn't go up and say hello and Jon, being the instigator that he is, decided to pretend to nuzzle up to me to get the guy out of sorts...From what Jon said, daggers were being thrown our way...nice, Jon....thanks!

After my skin had absorbed about 8 JagerBombs (Shots with Jagermeister and RedBull), some Ciders, and a few Malibu Bay Breezes, the 4 of us headed to my place where we rocked out to Rock Band. If I remember correctly, Jon carried me out over his shoulder and somehow did not break his back from the weight of my ass. Around 1:am at my place we learned:

1) Sarah needs to work on her alcohol tolerance
2) No one sounds good singing buzzed
3) Neil exhibited excellent strumming skills for a drunkard
4) Rock Band is just plain fun when you have a good group

The gang went home and left me to walk the pup and listen to a wonderful message by the "ex" making a ever so nice comment about my not saying hello and my new "boyfriend"--Ewwww

My life is soooo in a good zone right now....I mean it! I have such good friends, a great job, and just a kick ass existence. I have these groups of friends and of course, my Dad, who I am able to learn and share from, laughing almost all the way, sometimes crying... I was walking in the first snow of the season early this morning, watching Seymour rub his face in the fresh powder (giving himself a white beard) and I just realized that I am lucky enough to have funny, quirky little moments of happiness like that all the time. I have been given the ability to actually appreciate almost all of them. How lucky am I? I wonder if everyone else is stopping to enjoy the little things or spending their time always waiting for the "big" moments as everything awesome passes them by--I hope not.

Today was a mani/ pedi and then of course....FOOTBALL..

Did I mention the Giants kicked some Bear Ass today??? I need a nap and a back rub....

Sit down and pull up a chair to my life....

2007-11-29T19:48:00.002-05:00

It's been a few days and I always paint myself into this corner where I don't keep up with the blog and then I have to play catch up like I'm writing an essay for my 8th grade English teacher (Mrs. Campbell who used to fall asleep all the time during class)

ANYWAY, the holiday season has me busy schmoozing. Clients want to meet for dinners, subs want you at their parties (yes, already!), then there's my responsibilities at the Chamber of Commerce. I'm always touting how I don't' like the politics of business, but I seem to have fallen into the groove, haven't I? Good news is that our office holiday party is on the 20th and that's always a good time. Well, the party is good but the after party is always better. Currently, I have about 10 parties and 8 dinners scheduled on my calendar within a 4 week period but am I daunted by this? Hell no...and I've got cute outfits for all of them...yee haw!

SO back to what's actually been going on the past few days....

Work is good...got a new, BIG client in Haverstraw and they're a bunch of "good ol' boys" who actually like having the Chick around for their construction projects...yay progressive thinking!

The other day I sent out an e-mail to a few friends for mailing addresses, as this year (along with every past year) I fully intend on sending out Xmas cards (intend being the critical word here, folks). This e-mail then sparked a lengthy trading of e-mails between a group of my friends who have not yet met. This of course made me realize that I haven't thrown a party since GI Jerk and I broke up..and now it's sooo time...So, at the end of January all my crazy worlds can collide. Now, if you have been to one of my parties, you know that there's always good food, a kooky theme, and an "after party" at a local bar so we can spread out & take it over. This party's theme might be extra special if a certain event takes place around the same time...Can't say yet but it's going to be a blast and for the most part, you're all invited....

On the boy front there has been mucho action (but, sadly,not THAT type of action..wink,wink)

My friend Jen apparently took it upon herself to contact Batman and said something in the way of "I think you and Amanda need to work things out"...well, this prompted his response to her, which she forwarded to me. I know her heart was in the right place but her e-mail was not. I sent him an e-mail responding to his letter, yadda, yadda....long story short nothing has changed. Batman and I haven't seen each other in FOREVER and I've got to move on....

I have a date tomorrow night with a guy we shall now and forever (which in my dating world is about 3 hours) be called Gambit because he's originally from New Orleans and he likes to play cards...Very apropos, no? Now, if you're wondering where I get my wealth of Superhero knowledge or if you want to help out with name calling, so to speak, I use the Superhero Database (see the link listed on the side of my page). So anyway, met him walking Seymour, he's a computer geek....and let's face it, he won't last long but the accent is cute...

Also, on the guy front, there is a guy who has possibilities but he lives pretty far away and for now, it's iffy...He doesn't even get a nickname yet, that's just how iffy it is....

Off the guy front, Jon, Sarah, and I met Tracey last Night. Tracey is the GF of Barry, my other half, travelling pal, and forever our "Goo-Goo"....She's very nice but was probably thrown off by all the questions we asked her. We only met her for drinks because she was meeting her friends for dinner (no comments, peanut gallery), but it was a couple of hours of funny stories and lots of questions. I can see what Barry sees in her (and of course, WE can all see what she would see in our Barry) so I hope they make it. Barry is still in London and she runs that bar in Majorca so time will tell. She wore the earrings and necklace we helped Barry pick out in Oz and I feel bad for her but she had to put up with our reminiscing over our trip o' fun again. Sarah, Jon, and I need to meet for drinks after work more often....it was fun.

We're still planning on going to Majorca and it looks as though we're leaning towards renting a villa for the entire group...It seems like alot of couples are going on this trip so either I have to find a travel pal or no man in Majorca is going to be safe....Kidding (no, I'm not really).

Other than that, tonight I went to a networking party for the BCOC at the Fort Hamilton Army Base...Good time, met a few new contacts but I don't go there to do any "personal shopping"--and if you saw the people there, you'd know just how easy it is to be business like...yuck!

Going to have a busy but fun weekend. Hopefully with lots of good info to share when it's all said and done....

No Mas!!

2007-11-26T19:46:00.000-05:00

Ok, remember that social experiment I was doing? ABANDONED! I can't do it...I get all these freakin' emails and they are almost all just plain weird. From declarations of love at first site to proposals of "marage" from Nigerian 'doctors' (yeah, ooooo k!)...I've gotten letters from people who can't spell and essays from people I'm pretty certain have never even learned the alphabet. I'm pretty certain that if their computer had a crayon feature, my received correspondence would have consisted of a not so well drawn house, with a bird shaped like a V and two stick figures holding hands (which would have been more endearing for sure!)

What I've learned from the online dating ads is this:
1) TOOOO Many men live at home with their parents to "save" money.

2) Every guys seems to think they have a sense of humor but most spell it "cents of humer" (I SWEAR on a stack of flapjacks!)

3) A wealth of men have consulted with Jesus AND God (must be a conference call) and it has been written that I was the woman put on "IRTH" (again, I swear) to 'MARY' them. Apparently such deities dole out love and power, but not Hooked on Phonics books!

Now, I'm not saying that online dating isn't a good thing or a viable option for finding your ultimate superhero...but I don't think it's mine....no, I KNOW it's not.

As progressive as I am, the good old fashioned bumping into someone is all for me. Maybe I'm missing out but I'll take that chance and wait for a superhero to be named at a later date. There's something very exciting knowing IT could happen when you least expect it. And when I'm not 'looking' , I'm not disappointed by the available prospects.

AND, by the way, how cool is it that I kinda just found out that one of my major high school crushes had a little thing for me too back thenot? Nothing major but still better than unrequited love/lust..lol .....Internet Dating-0, My Ego- 1

By the way, the Giants still suck but my wounds are healing slowly.... My new blog pal, Alex, (also known as my evil and less cute/ more aged 'twin') at http://www.suitnharley.blogspot.com/ is sharing the pain and it's appreciated. And he's right, at least we are not the Jets...

Cheers!