You know you are out of shape when...

A woman who is practically in labor she is so pregnant can kick your ass in spin class.

Things I've learned at spin class:

1. Pedaling faster does not make the clock move any faster

2. It is possible to throw up just water

3. I hate spinning

Three Date Rule

I know I have been out of the dating world for, well, pretty much never been in the dating world, but there are a few generally accepted timelines I am aware of. The standard "3 date rule" generally applies to when a girl should sleep with some dude, but I am wondering about a 3 date rule of my own.

So, as the only person (Joan) who reads this blog knows, I have been out with this guy, lets call him Boat Boy a few times. We met on match, had a few dates (which I thought went pretty well), exchanged emails, text messages, and the like. And now, nothing. Nada. No contact. I'm wondering if after 3 dates it is appropriate to just go into the "Ignore and hope they go away" phase or do I deserve the "I'm breaking up with you despite the fact that we weren't really dating in the first place" conversation.

I'm a big proponent of the "ignore and hope they go away" as I did with Ted, otherwise known as the most boring man on the face of the earth (although I do feel a little guilty about that one). It was a dull date, and I was probably very rude for not sending a follow up email saying thanks but no thanks, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. On the other hand, once you've been out a few times, and most contact has been initiated by Boat Boy, I think I deserve a little bit of closure even if it is just the "yeah, this isn't working for me".

I was tired of waiting for him to contact me back, so I emailed him yesterday to see if he wanted to grab dinner this week, but haven't heard a peep. And it really is starting to piss me off. Bastard.

Hot Damn

Man it is hot out. I couldn't sleep and so around 7:30 I went to Dominicks to pick up last minute items for Joan's birthday bash this afternoon. And even at that early hour, it was over 80 degrees and very hazy and sticky. Gross, gross, gross. So, I decided to treat myself and got one of those Mint Mocha Chip frappachinos. Sadly, I didn't taste it until I was already in the car....was just a regular Mocha frappachino. I was so disappointed.

To make matters worse, now I am filled to the brim with caffeine and am spazzing out. Should be an interesting day...

ATM etiquette?

I had a doctors appointment this morning and conveniently located in the building were 2 Bank One ATMs. I had no cash whatsoever, and therefore no hope of escaping the parking garage, so I sauntered up to the ATM kiosk. There were 2 ATMs next to each other flanked by the hallway on the right, and a Hollywood Video on the left. I walk up to the closest one and as I get there, I see a guy coming to use the ATM. So, to be nice, I slide over to the one to the left.

However, the one on the left, which is hard to see from the hallway, was out of order. So I go to slide back to the right as I was the first one to the ATMs, the guy cut in front of me and proceeded to make about 837 transactions. I was there first. So much for trying to be nice and polite.

Squeeeee!!!

Apologies in advance for being overly girly, but I am just so excited for some of my friends. And myself of course, but we'll get to that later.

I've been a bad blogger for a while -- not much going on of any sorts of interesting stuff, so although some of these decisions were made a while ago, I still think they are noteworthy.

The first squee goes out to Joan and Kenyon. Yep, they have made the decision to co-habitate. And despite my insistance that I will remain Joan's favorite roommate ever, I have a sneaking suspicion that she will like living with Kenyon better. My only requirements? Just make sure there is room for me to come over and visit. And that they can find a place big enough for their cornucopia of pets.

The second squee goes out to the Canuck. He is finally growing up, using sentances such as "we are going...." and "Jill and I...". You see, the Canuck has finally met a woman who not only puts up with him, but seems to actually like him. We chatted last night about rings and timing and such -- my only requirement is that I get to meet her before he pops the question. But I have a feeling that come December 1st (their 1 year anniversary) I will be in the market for a wedding outfit!

What do both these relationships have in common? Other than the fact that yours truly has the final sign off of approval? Both Joan and Kenyon, and the Canuck and Jill (I don't know her at all to come up with an amusing nickname -- or an un-amusing one even, so Jill it is) met on match.com. So yes, Mama Joan, it is time to buy stock in that company! There may even be hope for me....

Apparently I am being thought of... : )

I hate my job...

Which of course is nothing new. Well, maybe I should modify that sentence to say "I hate my boss". The job is actually ok, I like my partners and co-workers, but my boss is driving me up the wall. Rumor has it that my boss will no longer be my boss in the future, but I don't have an ETA on when that might actually happen. But if it takes too much longer....lets just say I am glad that Illinois is no longer a death penalty state.