First of all, hold on hold on Miss Mandapants, when did I ever hate you? When you broke up with Elliot the first time you assumed that we would all be angry with you, but really I just thought it was one of those things. I mean yeah, I felt bad for Elliot, but I didn't really think you two had been dating long enough for it to be a bridge-burning sort of thing.
Alright... love.
I... hmm...
So....
Yeah... I don't know how to start. I mean, I love Eric and all, but we've been together for 8 years. The sparks are gone, and I miss them. When I started dating Eric I decided that I wouldn't break up with him for stupid reasons like boredom, that I would only break up with him if I stopped loving him. I don't have any major complaints, I just wish he would be more thoughtful, and occasionally romantic. Oh, and possibly pay attention to me. That'd be sweet.
Enough whining. I'm doing five things at once right now, so I'll go for now. More later.
~Katie
Monday, July 2, 2007
Love part 2
Ok so I reread the first post and worry that it came off a little melodramatic. That actually wasn't my intention its just that lately love is on my brain. Maybe its the liberal medias fault or something of that nature.
Alright, so part 2. Here we go. I read the response Jen made about only being in love once and it occurs to me that of the lovely ladies on this website I'm the only one of the three of us to be in love more than once. I mean really. Katie even had the nerve to marry her high school sweetheart, you guys make me feel like the super slut in this threesome of ours. (Mostly joking...mostly.)
So now we are up to Elliot. Elliot was a weird one. The first time Elliot asked me out or we dated or whatever was so strange that looking back on it I almost don't feel like I can even remember 100% what happened. I mean I knew that Elliot had a thing for me. And had, had one, for a long time. So I almost think that the first time we tried dating it was mostly about a warped sense of pity. I mean when someone is your best friend you want to make him happy, right? Well, I tried. That didn't even come close to working. Shit, we didn't even kiss. I was way too weirded out. Then we went through a really awkward period where half my friend hated my ass (cough..cough...KATIE...cough...cough). Which was completely understandable. Eventually we started to patch things up and then, poof, it was easier to like Elliot. I mean there weren't anymore expectations or pity. It was just us. And it made sense. We made sense. We laughed at the same jokes, appreciated the same movies, had the same goals, the same dreams, the same long term expectations. That's the making of a perfect relationship, right? Well, sort of. Most of our 2.5 year relationship we agreed. When we had a fight we knew who was wrong, almost before the fight started. We were almost too in sync. I mean where is the fun when you already know what the other person is going to say. Where's the excitement? The adventure? The challenge?
Dating someone you know for forever has its plus side too of course. Elliot was reliable, almost to a fault. He was there most of the time when I needed him. He knew me. I mean really knew me, my past, my relationships, my everything. He knew my parents. Hell, my mom had been waiting for us to start dating for years. That's a lot of pressure on a couple. His mother was extremely involved from the start. I mean intimately involved. Sandy, started offering sex advice from the minute we started thinking about dating. She offered relationship advice, before we started dating. It was almost like dating the entire family. Our love life was never private. Never special. There was no need not to share anything with my girlfriends because you already knew it all. EVERYONE DID! That is probably one of the biggest problems with our relationship. But with all that said, I did love him. And it was different, because I was older, smarter, and he and I were heading in the same direction. I had jumped leaps and bounds since Jeff. I trusted Elliot more than ever trusted any other boyfriend. He had always been there for me as a friend, and now as a boyfriend. But when the time came down for me to move cross country and give up everything I'd ever known (except you Jen, mainly cause you'd be local). He couldn't give me what I needed. He couldn't promise me anything, not a commitment, not a time line, nothing.
In the end he let me down. Let me know that my faith had always been strong enough for the both of us, except at one point. I carry no ill will toward him and what's scary is that I still consider him a friend. I probably always will. If he really needed me, I'd be there. I don't love him anymore. That ended the day he couldn't manage to dump me, so I did it for him. I don't know if I told you all that. That I dumped myself for him. He couldn't get the words out. So I did it. And that was the end. Even with that, he's still just Elliot. The Simpson's movie is coming out and I'm almost having trouble with the idea of seeing it without him. It almost feels like some sort of betrayal.
Elliot was my second love. He was someone special taught me the importance of boundaries, and the importance of being an individual in a relationship. I mean where did Elliot stop and I begin. That's not healthy. And in some way I see him as my high school sweetheart, even though we didn't start dating until college.
That just leaves love #3. More on that later...
Amanda
Alright, so part 2. Here we go. I read the response Jen made about only being in love once and it occurs to me that of the lovely ladies on this website I'm the only one of the three of us to be in love more than once. I mean really. Katie even had the nerve to marry her high school sweetheart, you guys make me feel like the super slut in this threesome of ours. (Mostly joking...mostly.)
So now we are up to Elliot. Elliot was a weird one. The first time Elliot asked me out or we dated or whatever was so strange that looking back on it I almost don't feel like I can even remember 100% what happened. I mean I knew that Elliot had a thing for me. And had, had one, for a long time. So I almost think that the first time we tried dating it was mostly about a warped sense of pity. I mean when someone is your best friend you want to make him happy, right? Well, I tried. That didn't even come close to working. Shit, we didn't even kiss. I was way too weirded out. Then we went through a really awkward period where half my friend hated my ass (cough..cough...KATIE...cough...cough). Which was completely understandable. Eventually we started to patch things up and then, poof, it was easier to like Elliot. I mean there weren't anymore expectations or pity. It was just us. And it made sense. We made sense. We laughed at the same jokes, appreciated the same movies, had the same goals, the same dreams, the same long term expectations. That's the making of a perfect relationship, right? Well, sort of. Most of our 2.5 year relationship we agreed. When we had a fight we knew who was wrong, almost before the fight started. We were almost too in sync. I mean where is the fun when you already know what the other person is going to say. Where's the excitement? The adventure? The challenge?
Dating someone you know for forever has its plus side too of course. Elliot was reliable, almost to a fault. He was there most of the time when I needed him. He knew me. I mean really knew me, my past, my relationships, my everything. He knew my parents. Hell, my mom had been waiting for us to start dating for years. That's a lot of pressure on a couple. His mother was extremely involved from the start. I mean intimately involved. Sandy, started offering sex advice from the minute we started thinking about dating. She offered relationship advice, before we started dating. It was almost like dating the entire family. Our love life was never private. Never special. There was no need not to share anything with my girlfriends because you already knew it all. EVERYONE DID! That is probably one of the biggest problems with our relationship. But with all that said, I did love him. And it was different, because I was older, smarter, and he and I were heading in the same direction. I had jumped leaps and bounds since Jeff. I trusted Elliot more than ever trusted any other boyfriend. He had always been there for me as a friend, and now as a boyfriend. But when the time came down for me to move cross country and give up everything I'd ever known (except you Jen, mainly cause you'd be local). He couldn't give me what I needed. He couldn't promise me anything, not a commitment, not a time line, nothing.
In the end he let me down. Let me know that my faith had always been strong enough for the both of us, except at one point. I carry no ill will toward him and what's scary is that I still consider him a friend. I probably always will. If he really needed me, I'd be there. I don't love him anymore. That ended the day he couldn't manage to dump me, so I did it for him. I don't know if I told you all that. That I dumped myself for him. He couldn't get the words out. So I did it. And that was the end. Even with that, he's still just Elliot. The Simpson's movie is coming out and I'm almost having trouble with the idea of seeing it without him. It almost feels like some sort of betrayal.
Elliot was my second love. He was someone special taught me the importance of boundaries, and the importance of being an individual in a relationship. I mean where did Elliot stop and I begin. That's not healthy. And in some way I see him as my high school sweetheart, even though we didn't start dating until college.
That just leaves love #3. More on that later...
Amanda
Sunday, July 1, 2007
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Katie, I am so sorry to hear that your grandfather has cancer....it's a struggle, but I am sure he will get through it. I understand how you feel when the Drs. say one thing and then another...it happened to my mom. When I found out my mom had pancreatic cancer, I felt miserable...I wouldn't wish cancer on anyone. I'm sorry you couldn't hear better news. At least they finally figured out what was wrong with him...it could be worse, right? It is always good to stay as positive as possible for you and your grandfather. I am sure the surgery will go smoothly and the cancer will be eradicated. I have faith.
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As for Manda's query about love...I have only been in love once and that is with Kevin. I couldn't imagine being in love with anyone else. I knew I was in love with Kevin even before he said "I love you" to me. Love is a wonderful thing. We are all so lucky to have been and still be in love. On that note --- I love you girls!!
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Adding on to a post that I made a few days ago...I went to Mrs. Kennedy's house and it was enormous. It had two stories and sat on a huge piece of property. The pool house was incredible...probably even bigger than my own apartment. There was a side for the men to change and another for the women. The pool house was decorated with pics of celebrities and of RFK. It was amazing. Never thought I would be swimming at a Kennedy's house. All in all...I had so much fun. It also makes me want to adopt...more on that later. (I thought I would leave you hanging - make this post a little more suspenseful - lol.)
Love,
Jen
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As for Manda's query about love...I have only been in love once and that is with Kevin. I couldn't imagine being in love with anyone else. I knew I was in love with Kevin even before he said "I love you" to me. Love is a wonderful thing. We are all so lucky to have been and still be in love. On that note --- I love you girls!!
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Adding on to a post that I made a few days ago...I went to Mrs. Kennedy's house and it was enormous. It had two stories and sat on a huge piece of property. The pool house was incredible...probably even bigger than my own apartment. There was a side for the men to change and another for the women. The pool house was decorated with pics of celebrities and of RFK. It was amazing. Never thought I would be swimming at a Kennedy's house. All in all...I had so much fun. It also makes me want to adopt...more on that later. (I thought I would leave you hanging - make this post a little more suspenseful - lol.)
Love,
Jen
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Love
What is the deal with love? This is actually kind of a serious concern. I was thinking about this on the ride home from the first hitchcock's. I truly believe that I have been in love 3 times in my life. (And no, I am not taking into account familial love, or the love between super wonderful amazing sexy lady friends...you know who you are...) The very first time I ever fell in love was in high school to a boy named Jeff. I was 17 and he had just turned 23. It was wonderful. I was so close to finishing high school so I had an insane amount of freedom, and the desire to fly the coupe at every opportunity. (Which I did.) This love was first love, and there's nothing like it. Everything the other person does is remarkable mainly because a lot of the time you've never seen anyone do things that way or think that way. Its like trying on a new you in the process to. Because inevitably you try to start thinking and acting that way too. I know with Jeff, I thought that being independent to extreme levels made him glamorous. That was something I wanted. He also drank much more than I did, so I tried that on for size too. He was less concerned with physical attributes so I tried to be also. Everything was great because he was in my life. He found me special. There will never be another first love in my life.
To that end, most first loves don't make it. You spend far too much time focusing outside of yourself that you forget about you. Often times you take on too much of the other person and then you have a moment where you wonder where you leave off and he begins. Also there is a purity about being young and in love, that life tends to sneak in and mess up. Like I said, I was almost done with high school and Jeff was 23, with no car, no apt., and no steady job. I was attending UF in the fall and he was just turning another year older. We were heading in different directions and unfortunately everyone around me could see that, but me.
First love is something special. I know that the 2 people I've loved since Jeff have been much different than that love. Every now and I sometimes wonder if each love is different. That love doesn't even remotely resemble the love I have now or the love I had for Elliot. Each one teaches me how to be a better person and lover. (not just physically)
I really don't know why I started thinking about all this, its not like Valentine's Day is around the corner or anything contrite like that. But, sometimes getting down your thoughts helps you evaluate your present situation. I think tomorrow I will post again about Elliot and get some of the more personal thoughts down. Let you guys in on how everything in our relationship went down. I mean its been a year and a half, the feeling that were there are long gone. So discussing that relationship shouldn't hurt either party involved anymore.
More on love tomorrow...
Amanda
To that end, most first loves don't make it. You spend far too much time focusing outside of yourself that you forget about you. Often times you take on too much of the other person and then you have a moment where you wonder where you leave off and he begins. Also there is a purity about being young and in love, that life tends to sneak in and mess up. Like I said, I was almost done with high school and Jeff was 23, with no car, no apt., and no steady job. I was attending UF in the fall and he was just turning another year older. We were heading in different directions and unfortunately everyone around me could see that, but me.
First love is something special. I know that the 2 people I've loved since Jeff have been much different than that love. Every now and I sometimes wonder if each love is different. That love doesn't even remotely resemble the love I have now or the love I had for Elliot. Each one teaches me how to be a better person and lover. (not just physically)
I really don't know why I started thinking about all this, its not like Valentine's Day is around the corner or anything contrite like that. But, sometimes getting down your thoughts helps you evaluate your present situation. I think tomorrow I will post again about Elliot and get some of the more personal thoughts down. Let you guys in on how everything in our relationship went down. I mean its been a year and a half, the feeling that were there are long gone. So discussing that relationship shouldn't hurt either party involved anymore.
More on love tomorrow...
Amanda
Sarcastic?!?!?! ME?!?
Alright, so, I haven't posted in a while because... I lost the sign-in info. D'oh. But, thanks to the lovely Manda, I've got it again and can post till my heart's content (:::in totally sexy male latino voice:::: and your heart, my dear Jennifer, I would not wish you to long for me so.)
So, bad news out of the way first... my grandpa has had an incredibly low iron count for over a year. He lost a lot of weight and didn't have any energy. He had all these gastro-intestinal tests done (including the swallow the camera one) and they couldn't find any bleeding, so they were giving him iron injections and pills. He went to see a cancer specialist in Febuary who told him that he didn't have bone marrow cancer, which was what we were really worried about, but they still couldn't figure out what was wrong. They did a cat scan this week and finally firgured it out; he has colon cancer. And the cancer doctor says, "Oh, well it says that your regular doctor did see some minor bleeding in this area during one of the tests."
....... Ok, well then why did he say there was no bleeding? Anyway, the cancer is up where the large and small intestine meet, so he's going to have surgery to remove it and they're going to zap the part that's moved onto the liver since they were too incompetant to catch it in time. It'll be the 12th; they could do it next week but that would interfere with my grandparent's gambling trip. So anyway, hopefully that will turn out ok.
Petsmart has turned out to be an interesting experience. I worked Friday for the first time in 9 days, so I had forgotten a lot of the things I was supposed to remember on cash register. And of course, they left me alone, so it was a bit stressful. Today I managed to get the hang of it, and feel a cautious optimism about my ability to work in the future. However, that's slightly dampened by the fact that I am working EVERY DAY next week. Oh yeah. There's the two days I work at Homespun, then a nice robust 29 hours 45 min at petsmart divided unequally over teh rest of the week. A total of 44.45 hours. Now I know this is not Amanda level working hours here, but when you go from working 15 hours to that, its a little shocking. Debbie, the manager, told me that in the future she'll give me either Wednesdays or Thursdays off, and that she'd see if someone would work for me this Friday, since she knows I have 2 jobs. All this working isn't helped by the fact that sometime in the next week and a half I have to get my appartment clean since I'm having visitors.
So this semi-coherent rambling is completed. I'm gonna go drink some Bailey's and then pass out in an attempt to get some damn sleep before work tomorrow.
Love,
Katie
So, bad news out of the way first... my grandpa has had an incredibly low iron count for over a year. He lost a lot of weight and didn't have any energy. He had all these gastro-intestinal tests done (including the swallow the camera one) and they couldn't find any bleeding, so they were giving him iron injections and pills. He went to see a cancer specialist in Febuary who told him that he didn't have bone marrow cancer, which was what we were really worried about, but they still couldn't figure out what was wrong. They did a cat scan this week and finally firgured it out; he has colon cancer. And the cancer doctor says, "Oh, well it says that your regular doctor did see some minor bleeding in this area during one of the tests."
....... Ok, well then why did he say there was no bleeding? Anyway, the cancer is up where the large and small intestine meet, so he's going to have surgery to remove it and they're going to zap the part that's moved onto the liver since they were too incompetant to catch it in time. It'll be the 12th; they could do it next week but that would interfere with my grandparent's gambling trip. So anyway, hopefully that will turn out ok.
Petsmart has turned out to be an interesting experience. I worked Friday for the first time in 9 days, so I had forgotten a lot of the things I was supposed to remember on cash register. And of course, they left me alone, so it was a bit stressful. Today I managed to get the hang of it, and feel a cautious optimism about my ability to work in the future. However, that's slightly dampened by the fact that I am working EVERY DAY next week. Oh yeah. There's the two days I work at Homespun, then a nice robust 29 hours 45 min at petsmart divided unequally over teh rest of the week. A total of 44.45 hours. Now I know this is not Amanda level working hours here, but when you go from working 15 hours to that, its a little shocking. Debbie, the manager, told me that in the future she'll give me either Wednesdays or Thursdays off, and that she'd see if someone would work for me this Friday, since she knows I have 2 jobs. All this working isn't helped by the fact that sometime in the next week and a half I have to get my appartment clean since I'm having visitors.
So this semi-coherent rambling is completed. I'm gonna go drink some Bailey's and then pass out in an attempt to get some damn sleep before work tomorrow.
Love,
Katie
Hitchcock's Weekend
Hi ladies!
Long time. I know. This weekend is the quarterly hitchcock's weekend. Where our little district manages to count 9 grocery stores in 3 shifts. So I'll be working 3 grocery stores in the next 12 hours or so. It is insane. No one sleeps and by the third store which is in keystone heights we are all exhausted and a little punch drunk. Sometimes some of us are actually drunk due to pit stops at a bar before the 3rd store. It is insane. Our District Manager even comes out and counts because if he doesn't we never seem to finish in a timely manner and then people start trying to kill each other (especially when Gary, Ralph, Nitin and I are all in the same store, which is literally every Hitchcock's weekend) (See the only thing those 3 boys have in common is me. Gary and I are friends, Nitin is an anomaly, and Ralph is my boyfriend...wackiness ensues). The first store is normally no big deal, everyone remembers how nice it is to count a grocery store without lasers, and we are all happy to be keying away on our little audits. Its a nice break from using lasers all the damn time which totally slow down the people who can actually key. Alright enough about work.
I got a new computer. Its awesome. I love it. My little laptop makes me feel invincible. I can now compute anywhere I want. Currently I am sitting in my bedroom computing away. Normally I can only compute from the dining room. That's right ladies, I am Mobile. By the way, who is aching for that iPhone. I am. And if I hadn't just renewed my contract with att like 3 months ago, then I would go blow like 500 and not think twice about the money. Ok, I'm lying. 500 dollars is a lot for a cell phone. But seriously have you seen it? Its awesomeo! I like that whole side scrolling thing, very paper mario version wii. But Ralph makes a good point when he says that the price will go down, eventually...when the 20gb version comes out. Then there will be the one with the dual processor in it and then you'll literally have a mini-computer everywhere you go and it will be like Star Trek with those vocoder things, they'll be able to tell the atmosphere of distant planets and what the percentage of chlorine is in our drinking water. I'm even beginning to think that you'll be able heal severe trauma by just waving it over the injured part of the body.
Maybe this new computer is a dangerous thing it allows me to compute anywhere. And that gives me freedom, which makes me more loose with my fantasies regarding technology...
::Backing away from the laptop slowly::
Amanda
Long time. I know. This weekend is the quarterly hitchcock's weekend. Where our little district manages to count 9 grocery stores in 3 shifts. So I'll be working 3 grocery stores in the next 12 hours or so. It is insane. No one sleeps and by the third store which is in keystone heights we are all exhausted and a little punch drunk. Sometimes some of us are actually drunk due to pit stops at a bar before the 3rd store. It is insane. Our District Manager even comes out and counts because if he doesn't we never seem to finish in a timely manner and then people start trying to kill each other (especially when Gary, Ralph, Nitin and I are all in the same store, which is literally every Hitchcock's weekend) (See the only thing those 3 boys have in common is me. Gary and I are friends, Nitin is an anomaly, and Ralph is my boyfriend...wackiness ensues). The first store is normally no big deal, everyone remembers how nice it is to count a grocery store without lasers, and we are all happy to be keying away on our little audits. Its a nice break from using lasers all the damn time which totally slow down the people who can actually key. Alright enough about work.
I got a new computer. Its awesome. I love it. My little laptop makes me feel invincible. I can now compute anywhere I want. Currently I am sitting in my bedroom computing away. Normally I can only compute from the dining room. That's right ladies, I am Mobile. By the way, who is aching for that iPhone. I am. And if I hadn't just renewed my contract with att like 3 months ago, then I would go blow like 500 and not think twice about the money. Ok, I'm lying. 500 dollars is a lot for a cell phone. But seriously have you seen it? Its awesomeo! I like that whole side scrolling thing, very paper mario version wii. But Ralph makes a good point when he says that the price will go down, eventually...when the 20gb version comes out. Then there will be the one with the dual processor in it and then you'll literally have a mini-computer everywhere you go and it will be like Star Trek with those vocoder things, they'll be able to tell the atmosphere of distant planets and what the percentage of chlorine is in our drinking water. I'm even beginning to think that you'll be able heal severe trauma by just waving it over the injured part of the body.
Maybe this new computer is a dangerous thing it allows me to compute anywhere. And that gives me freedom, which makes me more loose with my fantasies regarding technology...
::Backing away from the laptop slowly::
Amanda
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Where has Katie been?
I am starting to miss Katie's sarcastic humor and wit...tear. Where have you been Katie? Has Xenu taken you to a volcanoe to blow you up (sorry for the scientology joke - I know it was a bad one). Anyway, I just wanted to say that I miss you, Katie (and also you Amanda). Could you just post so that we both know you are alive?
On a totally different subject, I am going to Mrs. Kennedy's house today. She is inviting a group of children over to go swimming and I am going to be one of the "adults" supervising. I heard that her house has 14 rooms. I'll post later with the details.
I love you both!!!
Jen
On a totally different subject, I am going to Mrs. Kennedy's house today. She is inviting a group of children over to go swimming and I am going to be one of the "adults" supervising. I heard that her house has 14 rooms. I'll post later with the details.
I love you both!!!
Jen
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