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.