The NeverEnding Cult

I decided to watch The NeverEnding Story last night. It had been a really long time since I’d seen it, so really it was like watching a new movie. As I do I wanted to see what the characters are up to now, as well as look like, so I took to Wikipedia. Bastian, one of the main characters was the first person I looked up.

I was so depressed to read that he LEFT acting, in his teens, to join the Sea Org and got himself married!  

 

Another actor taken by scientology! Hope that Million Year Contract is working out for ya there Bastian. 

UGA vs. Russ

Yesterday I saw a lot of posts via fb saying “Way to go Russ” or “Congratulations Russ” or “Russ you deserve it”. It took me a minute, but I finally realized they were referring to the UGA mascot. It couldn’t have been that all the posts came from UGA fans…Russ was our interim mascot after a couple UGA's died a few seasons ago.

 Congratulations Russ, you earned it!

I can’t believe it’s time for another football season. I’m so excited to spend my Saturday between the hedges with my family in our red/black/gray. Go Dawgs! 

Atlanta DREAM

The Atlanta Dream team came and visited us at work today. I don’t know what it is about mascots, but they make me nervous. I love them (Example: SPIKE) but they make me nervous. First the Hawk gestures to shake my hand and then pulls his hand away from me. As if he’s so hilarial, that’s shit my dad pulls on people and he's OLD. After he finishes laughing at me, he comes in for another and, I’m such a sucker, he does it AGAIN! Just the same, I fall for that every time with my Daddio. Ok enough is enough Mr. Hawk; we get it you’re so funny…finally he poses for a picture with me.

A co-worker and myself want to get our picture taken with the team so we head to the line. Just my luck, Mr. Hawk is there! I try to get out my phone to take a picture of him with my co-worker and my clumsy ass, for some reason, can’t get a grip on my phone and I spill my lemonade all over myself and in my hair. Let me tell you something, I worked to damn hard on my hair this morning to get sticky lemonade in it (now it’s up and it’s staying up). I was so embarrassed and everyone laughed while Mr. Hawk grabbed my lemonade. Too late Mr. Hawk it’s already all over me, but thanks. FAIL!

It was a fun day however. Nothing beats a FREE lunch and getting away from your desk for an hour. And even with all my nervousness the pictures came out pretty good. 

My Journey’s: Excuses Are Like A**holes and You’re Just Becoming One

You know that awkward moment when you’re on a date with a guy that you actually like and you’re about to tell him that you want to get married (one day) so badly that you can taste it, but at that very moment someone comes up and interrupts the conversation? It’s like God is telling you this isn’t the one.

Thing is, I do want to get married and I don’t want to waste my time getting involved with anyone that doesn’t feel the same way. I did that for 3 years! Then my ex goes and gets himself married a year after we break up. No doubt I wasted my life on a guy that was giving me excuses for me not being the one (or he just wanted to marry a subservient Russian) and now I’m going into my 30’s.

On the odd occasion that I check my okc these days there’s little to no activity. Today I check it and why is it that the last guy I went on a date with (who wanted me to pay for his parking) was checking out my profile? Ick. Then I get a text last night from one of the guys that asked me to meet him and never contacted me again. It’s been over a month buddy. Just.Please.Stop.

As you know dear readers I’ve been on a lot of dates the last couple of years and I’m giving up on being picky. I just want a guy who is going to be nice to me, make me feel safe, make me laugh and make me feel special (by doing special things for me out of the blue and a lot). 

And Another One...

OMG

I had another dream about Garrett last night! It’s been a long time since I’ve had one of these and this one was quite insignificant. Per usual I don’t know what any of these mean. Am I thinking about him subconsciously? Is he saying hello? Is it because his brother’s birthday just pasted? It’s the same damn thought every time! I should probably stop beating myself up over why and just accept that he’s apart of my dream life now.

I was with a small group, he was with a small group and we kind of just saw each other in passing. In the dream I think I was more or less trying to avoid him. Like, “oh there’s Garrett”. I can’t really remember but I think in the dream the feeling was that he wasn’t dead.

I spoke to a friend about dreaming of the dead last week. According to her these dreams are bad IF you speak to the person. Maybe that’s why I was avoiding him.  

I’ve Learned…

Besides being completely inpatient and OCD (the OCD I swear comes from my father though he’d deny it) me thinks I may be a little high strung and uptight :/ I read often and easily forget, I’m a terrible speller and apparently I’m hard of hearing.

My paternal grandmother had Alzheimer’s disease and I’ve always been scared I was going to inherit that. So, I write down everything I do that I don’t want to forget. Funny thing is I found a calendar book at my parent’s that belonged to my grandmother and she did the same thing.

My maternal grandmother is hard of hearing. We always have to speak loud and repeat ourselves. Sometimes we joke it’s more of a “selective” hearing, but really she can’t hear most of what we say. This I never thought I’d inherit, but I’ve noticed lately I ask people to repeat themselves quite often…

My Journey’s: Did I Really Shave My Legs for This?

I’ve learned a couple things while dating. One, guys don’t care if you shave your legs or not. If it’s happening it’s going to regardless. Two, I’m more likely to get lucky if I don’t then if I do.

I’ve had two dates in the past couple months that ended before they even started. Literally! First up: Him, “Is Friday or Saturday better for you” Me, “Saturday” Him, … Absolute silence. Nothing! Equals no date. Second: Me, “So you still want to meet up” Him, “Yes” Me, “Well we can get together Saturday or Tuesday, my neighborhood bar has good trivia” Him, “Sounds good”…What sounds good? Saturday or Tuesday? Equals no date.

I got a message on that dreaded okc and we decide to meet up. Things went well and he tells me he wants to see me again, but then he goes and makes things more complicated then they actually are. After a couple “irrelevance irrelevance irrelevance ” texts I am over it and don't know how this is gonna go. I'm more annoyed than excited. The thing is I (try to) stay busy. Literally minutes after figuring out that he wasn't available on Thursday I had plans, Saturday followed suit.

I know what I want and what I don’t want. I know what I’m worth too and it isn’t sloppy ass non-dates. If you “definitely want” to see me you would. There are two nights in a weekend and 5 in a week, figure it out and pick one. 

That all being said, I shaved my legs last night. 

Today Is Not the Day

Let me start out by saying I am probably the MOST inpatient person I know. That being said I hate when people don’t text me back. I mean I understand a couple minutes, but hours…Come.On. If you’re playing games that sucks! I hate games (unless I’m the one playing them, then that’s ok) mkay? (I guess my dad was right, I am high maintenance). 

Just about everyone is getting on my nerves this morning. Yesterday a friend said that I must be about to start or something because I was being bitchy. I like to think of it as being 100 but she calls em like she see’s em and I guess she’s just being 100. Fast forward to this morning, I don’t even get a change to sit down before a co-worker (who’s been here for at least 30 minutes) hands me a post it and says, “This lady wants you to call her”. I call her and guess what…She spoke to my co-worker this morning and all she wants is to have someone walk her through the order process. ONE, my co-worker could of done that. Two, As if I have time for this shit! Asking questions like, “what does shipping address mean”, well I can only assume it means to fill out your shipping address, but I’m just guessing…I’m a “team player” though and held her hand through the entire process that ran over 9 minutes. Three, It’s really not that hard people.

Not an hour goes by before the same co-workers sends me an email saying a couple people’s birthdays are coming up, “should we plan something”? I say sure why not to which she replies, “can you plan it I’m too busy right now”…Well then why did you even say anything? I’m not like swamped but I’m busy enough ok!

The phone is in full force today! When you’re breaking up and I ask you to please repeat yourself don’t act like I’m slow. That is just so rude and disrespectful and it doesn’t set a good tone for the rest of the call. Just sayin. And “you’ve got the wrong number” does NOT mean I want to hear the number you dialed and who you’re trying to reach. 

WTF

Lady Gaga’s bodyguard hits a fan <--- Watch this video

What the hell kind of person thinks that doing this is ok? I mean was all that really necessary? It’s just lady caca and he just wanted her ridiculous autograph! It’s not like he was after her! It’s a crazy world we live in. 

This Week in Chamblee, Star Light on The Mad Italian

First I see on facebook that a man was found dead in front of the Mad Italian Then I find out that a Food Truck named "Champion Cheesesteaks" is using a picture of the Mad Italian’s cheese steak as one of their own! 

First, WTF dead bodies in front of the Mad I? This is scary shit since I live down the road. AND the Mad I happens to be one of my favorite restaurants and a place I practically grew up at.  As if we don't worry enough, my whole family is asking me questions about this "situation". My bestie that works there says to me, “Tara you act like this has never happened before” and when I think about it, he’s right. A shooting next door at the bowling alley, a shooting across the street at the Texaco, a little kid shot dead in my neighborhood, rapes and armed robberies…Honestly my city is turning to shit. MY CITY! It’s sickening. And my parents thought if I’d moved down town I’d be unsafe.

Second, how stupid do you have to be to post a picture of a cheese steak on your website as your own and leave the MAD ITALIAN paper on it? They tried to blur it out it seems, but this did not work. My friend’s 8-year-old son caught it, he said, “Hey that’s the Mad Italian’s cheese steak”. Right you are 8 year old. 

Three Things I Need Out of Project Runway

One: More Mondo

Two: More of the finished Project (therefore meaning LESS of all the bitching and moaning about each other)

Three: Less Heidi

Seriously! What kind of questions are, “Who do you think should go home this week” and “Who was the weakest link on your team”? Way to start drama bitch. 

Things I Could of Done Differently

It wasn’t until I was around 17 that I got my own room at my Rent’s house. By that time I was ready to move out. See my big sister had a baby and for some reason, my niece, was always staying with my parents (after my sister moved out). I thought rather than waking up on my Saturday mornings to a screaming 5-year old I’d just move out and get a job. Yeah being up at 7am to be at my job and paying actual grown up bills instead of waking up to a screaming 5 year old…makes since right?

Could I have gone to college, probably. Could I have stayed and mooched off my parents for a little longer, yes. Do I regret this, sometimes, but I grew up and can’t regret things I chose in the past.  I wouldn’t give up those times in my apartment and our first house for the world. We had a lot of fun.

Still though, I hate going out on dates and hearing those questions, “what was your major in college” or “did you go to UGA”…How bout NO! I graduated from high school, moved out, said I’d always go back but I got a job and decided I was good where I was. In a perfect world I would have gone to college and studied photography or something I’m actually passionate about, but it is what it is.

Gasoline has Won Again

I needed gas about a week ago and decided I’d hit up the Shell near my house because you can save .10 cents per gallon (so they advertise) by using your Kroger Plus card. As I’ve discussed before there is a plethora of gas stations near my house…for some reason I always choose the most expensive one. I’m paying with cash so I pay first only to find out in order to use your Kroger plus card you need to enter its code FIRST. I get my gas only to drive up the street and another shell's gas is .06 cents cheaper. Gasoline = 2, Tara = 0.

This morning I needed gas (again) so I thought I’d try the Shell once more to save .10 cents. I decided to use my GasBuddy app so not to get screwed. My app says that the Shell on Peachtree Industrial has the cheapest gas. Fine, I’ll leave a bit early to go out of my way to save, theoretically around .20 (give or take) cents. When I arrived at the Shell it was CLOSED DOWN! All pumps “out of order”. Gasoline = 3, Tara = 0.

At this point I’ve given up on the shell and just need gas so decided to hit up the BP near my house, that is usually right around standard price of the others. When I approach I notice, duh, the Shell right next door to it and it’s cheaper than the Philips and Exxon across the street, so naturally I pull in and am ecstatic because I can use my Kroger plus and save an additional .10 cents! I do everything right, put in my Kroger plus ID first, go through the other prompts of payment and say “no” to a car wash (really what is with all this stuff these days? Why can’t I just pay for my gas and go? BP has a TV on their gas pumps now!). Then a message comes up that says “no credits received on your Kroger Plus card today” or something along those lines. I’m thinking “What! Why?” and a closer look at the advertisement says you have to EARN 1000 POINTS TO SAVE THE .10 CENTS! I am wowed! Gasoline = 4, Tara = 0.

All that driving around and trouble to save .10 cents and it turns out I’m not even eligible. Gasoline keeps winning, but I hope ONE day I will beat it! 

Dream a Little Dream, Lost Boys, Carrie and Blake Lively

I am so awesome I barely know what to do with myself…at times. I bought Dream a Little Dream on DVD recently and finally got time (NOTHING on tv) to watch it last night. I love this movie, one of my all time favorites; in.love.with Corey Haim (RIP).

So, I’m watching this movie and when Coleman wakes up as Keller (Feldman) in his bed he is greeted by hawking parents and his beffy Dinger (Haim). Keller (actually Coleman) runs out because he’s like WTF am I doing here, who am I and where is my beloved wife! After he runs out his parents are stuck talking to (swoon) Dinger (Haim) and in the background you can see The Lost Boys poster. It's super quick and I almost missed it. I rewound, paused, took a pic and sent to my sissy as well as besty for clarification (praise). There was NO doubt in my mind it was in fact the vamps from The Lost Boys movie. Nice plug for the two Corey’s. Sissy and besty agreed but another friend of mine was skeptical. As I do I looked it up this morning and FOUND the exact poster! I am too good! For your comparison eyes I’ve made it the main picture of this blog.

Further watching of the movie, I’m questioning what else the lead character, Coleman’s, wife had been in. Seriously!..None other than the mother in Carrie. “Your dirty pillows are showin”!? Wow I’m good.

During the beginning credits I noticed a “Lively” in there. It seemed to me that Keller’s girlfriend in the movie had to be an offspring of the Lively (Blake Lively and Robyn Lively of another all time favorite “Teen Witch”, are half sibs) bunch. Upon further investigation however I think I’m wrong. She happens to be Haim’s actual girlfriend at the time.

Top That!

My Journey’s: Last Night’s Date

Admit it, my dear (12) followers; you knew I’d be recapping my date from last night here.  I’ll start it off like this: We were scheduled to meet at a restaurant out in midtown. Traffic was awful and it was raining (when it rains in Atlanta, everyone just stops knowing how to drive…wait people never know how to drive) so we headed off the highway to a just as fancy place owned by the same people of the original restaurant we’re suppose to meet at. I know that was a lot of info. I find the place and go in, and what do you know they won’t seat me without the rest of my party (one person). “Let me see what I can do for you just a second” the host says. I’m thinking “Oh I’m sorry it’s not like I’m ruining you’re night by being here, switching reservations, the place is almost EMPTY and I see waiters walking around, sitting at the bar with nothing to do, but oh it’s all good I’ll wait”.

I’m sitting near the door waiting for him to arrive and everyone that walks in ahead of him I get that nervous feeling and you know that awkward moment when you’re waiting for a blind date and an old man walks in and you think “oh shit”. It’s just not fun. However that wasn’t my date, my date was worse…in walks my date and the first thing I think is “OH NO HE’S SHORT”. He’s short ya’ll. Yep he’s short. Shorter than me and that’s a problem. Second thought is, his picture online is definitely a younger buck of himself. The date goes on boringly. I’m making stupid conversation mostly about stuff no one cares about let alone a stranger and he’s laughing at things that I’m saying that aren’t meant to be funny.

Finally he’s ordered dinner (it only took our waitress 5 visits to our table), and we’ve gotten through dinner and I’m thinking I can go home. Guess again…He wants desert. Not desert from the restaurant, he’s got a craving for yogurt. He’s paid for dinner and asks me if I have cash…because get this even after he tells me I’m going to have to have money to pay for parking (so I went to the bank) he doesn’t have cash and needs to pay valet. He says, “I’ve got dinner, but I just need a couple bucks for parking”. Yeah no problem here's $2. Did I mention he also paid with a coupon? Lucky US there’s a Yoforia down the street and just to avoid feeling like I owe him anything I pay for yogurt. We say our goodbyes and I run off without anything too awkward. Just when I think this is over he calls me. Here’s where I turn into a big asshole and I don’t know why I do this. He asks me if I had fun tonight and if I want to see him again I say yes…What.Is.Wrong.With.ME!? 

Conversation with this guy had me thinking he's a bad luck charm. As if I couldn't get anymore OCD and superstitious! He tells me he's tried three times to open his own business. Once his mom was diagnosed with cancer, died :( , once 9/11 and one more time market crash. I tell him please, for humanity, don't do that again. He goes on to tell me he sat next to a guy at church whom he thought was a jerk and 6 months later the guy dies and no one can tell you how...It was a FREAK accident of sorts. Yeah I think it's in my best interest to stay away from this guy. 

Sayonara and a Happy Friday

The guy that sits next to me at work (annoyance) has put in his notice (to quit). He apparently got a better “sales” job. He said it’s “more responsibility”. Well good luck cause that means you can’t be on your phone all day, with personal phone calls, yelling at Comcast, yelling at UPS (about your lost lingerie, that actually was shipped FEDEX), saying “fuck”, throwing pencils, walking around chit chatting instead of working, listening to music, actually cold calling and actually show up on time (not 30 minutes late, taking long lunches and leaving whenever you want to – just sayin).

That being said, since he started here he’s never been early let alone on time. He was early this morning. I know this because I’m always early. He’s early because he’s packing up his “personal” items (hope he doesn't forget his bill cosby sweater). Nice to know his priorities are straight.

His initial last day was suppose to be the 8^th, that would have been the professional 2 weeks notice, but we’re talking about this guy and he’s not professional so he decided to throw in the towel early and have his last day be today. Hallelujah for me! It’s like I hit the lottery really. I’ve been waiting for this day since he started. Now I feel like an asshole…but they are my feelings. The thing is I’ve had to listen to all his bs personal calls, his yelling, his lack of professionalism, his constant whistling, belching out loud like a college school boy, I pretty much know too much about him, because he talks too much and gives away too much, I’ve wanted to punch myself in the eye, and I’m just over joyed that he’s leaving. I never wished him to get fired, he quit, and he got a better job, allegedly.

So Happy Friday dear readers! And I just want to point out I’ve lost 2 followers. I don’t know what that’s all about, but Sayonara! 

My Journey's: Well No Time Like the Present

After a lot of consideration I re-activated my okcupid account. I’ve gone on a total of 2 dates since I rejoined and I’m already about over it, checking it close to never and even setting up a date and forgetting about it…Oopsies. Well he didn’t try to contact me to definite plans anyways, so no harm no foul.

All that being said I have a date tonight. I feel like I’ve been here before. Explaining to you all, my few readers, that I have yet another online date to go on. They never amount to anything. If anything at all a good story (or bad story) in “My Journey’s”. Maybe this one will, or won’t, end up there. It has been a while since I’ve posted anything in that section of my blog. 

Wish me luck readers. No matter how hard I try (or how many times I say I won’t) not to get my hopes up, I always do! They always go up just to be dropped down. I’m not being droopy I’m just sayin. Maybe I’ll get a second date…Maybe a third…Maybe I’ll be able to use the sessy unders I bought for more than just myself (I kid I kid) ;) Maybe it will maybe it won’t, but just like my title, no time is like the present. Here’s to it… * cheers *