Friday, December 16, 2011


This girl's getting a massage today. I'm going to bump out all the stresses from grad school in one fail swoop or relaxation. I'm going to let the massage therapist take out any aggression she may be having on the knots in my back. Yep, it's going to be awesome.


Friday, December 09, 2011

The Final Final... Finally.

My very last exam of graduate school... Is it an easy one that I am wrapping up with?  Of course not. Business Law... ugh.

I think I can, I think I can, I think I can... 

Mostly, a part of me is actually wondering why I was so pressed to graduate early.  Everyone else just has normal exam angst... I have "this is the last moment in which I might fail in grad school" angst. 

But wait, I still might trip at hooding.  That would be a-maz-ing.

Wednesday, November 09, 2011

You applied for Director Physician Recruiting (Dallas, TX) at Novotus/US​PI

Yes, I did Mr. Autoreply... Yes. I. Did. 

Now... we wait... 

Monday, August 22, 2011


This is it. Today is the first day of the last semester of grad school.

Health Law, Business Law, Ethics, Health Services Management, New Venture Planning, Strategy, New Product Development.

37.5 hours down.

16.5 hours to go.

Brace yourself! It's going to fly by!

Monday, June 06, 2011

Internship... One of the Joys of Graduate School

Is that you get to go back to being the low man on the totem pole for a whole summer.  AND... if you're lucky, your get to continue to be low man on the totem pole until graduation.  This is a tough concept for MBA students.  I mean, we aren't 22 and most of us were managers or directors before we jumped ship and headed back to school.

So today, I started a job with a large non-profit health system.  As part of the experience, I was teamed up with other's who would be based in the same facility with me and we were instructed to build a contraption out of straws... Strange, I did the same thing on the first day of graduate school... but I did it with business minded grad students.  This time I did it with a nurse, a warehouse worker, two custodial staff, and a finance guy. Yep.  This was not a very good architectural example of how well we would all end up working together.  Oh my.

So, is the straw exercise one that will continue to reflect the ability of departments to work together in the hospital?  I hope not, but only time will tell.  In the interim, I will accept my fate as copy/coffee girl until I can squeeze my in on a sweet sweet project. 

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Meeting the Parents... Bust

Wow. What can I say about the trip to Austin?

Well, we spent most of our time not with his parents. Apparently seeing them was not actually that high on his list of things to do. We dis hang out with Nana, so that's a win for me.

So I met New Guy's mom and the three of us headed to Jason's Deli. New guy ordered a turkey sandwich... on Friday. His mom has perfected stink eye. Sweet Catholic New Guy should not be eating flesh meat on Friday. How do I know that? His mom let him know.

New Guy's brother apparently met a chef on Catholic Match. She's great! Of course no one has met her in real life (including New Guy's brother - no date yet) and the actual information on her is seriously limited. This does not matter however. The fact that she is looking for love (but only PG love) on Catholic Match makes her a winner. Being Protestant makes me a los-... not a winner. How do I know this? His mom suggested that he find a "nice girl" on Catholic Match. I know what you're thinking. "Why did he tell you all this?" He didn't. I was still sitting at the table across from her.

I tried to make conversation. No dice.

Then the kicker. So New guy gets up to go to the restroom and his mom gets up too. Okay, she needs to pee. Who am I to judge?


Where is she heading?

Oh, to the salad bar. To stand there. And stare at me from about 15 feet away. 15 feet. 5 yards. Staring. Mean staring.

So, I cried. Not until I was in the car, but she got to me. Seriously though, who does that!?!

At least we don't have to go back until Thanksgiving.

In other news, I bumped into my oldest brothers girlfriend in the parking lot at random. That 2 minute conversation was the highlight of lunch.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Myspace Top 20

Sometimes I like to go back through old blog posts and see what I was thinking in 2006. The sad news... I had a blog years earlier than that, but I deleted it, along with the first hand account of being in college and being so broke that I ate a potato with NOTHING on it followed by a dessert of licking my finger then dipping it into a cap full of cupcake decorating sprinkles. Not to worry. I'm so broke now that I'm back in grad school, that if the guy I'm dating doesn't feed me this weekend, it will be sprinkles from the cap for me. I'll let you know.

More importantly, do you remember Myspace? It's like the Danny Bonaduce of the internet. Used to be fun, now it's just a sad sad place. Cryspace... :(

So apparently I needed a place to host photos for my Myspace top 20 (ooo... in your face Myspace, I broke the code of the top ten... doubled that bee-otch!) April 9th, 2006, frozen in time... BAM!

Before I can get to the point, I actually decided to check out my space... I don't remember it looking that way. You should look at yours... very strange.

So my MySpace top 20 from April 2006... most of you still exist...

Drum roll please...

  • Kendall
  • Michel
  • Nathan
  • Kyle
  • Kayla
  • Ryan
  • Nicole
  • Erica
  • Zack
  • Ollie
  • Jennifer
  • Jackie
  • Jason
  • Jodi
  • Jenn
  • Austin
  • Gerond
  • Darcey
  • Chelsea
  • Alecia

Wondering what you looked like back in the day? Something like this... or this...


Sleeping Dogs

First, I'll start with my own sleeping dog. He's been having storm angst for the last few days. He doesn't do well with the hail and thunder, so neither of us get a lot of sleep. Today, he's done nothing but sleep. I'm certain he's trying to catch up... maybe that works for dogs. So I'm letting my sleeping dog lie... or something...

But what does that really mean? Let sleeping dogs lie.

It means one "shouldn't disturb a situation as it would result in trouble or complications."

So, you're just supposed to sit back and hope it works itself out? Well, that doesn't seem like it would work for anything except maybe clothes that are already in the dryer.

Monday, May 23, 2011

Meeting the Parents

Oh my.

Oh my, oh my, oh my...

So with the upcoming long weekend for him (I have been being a bum since finals), I asked the New Guy if he wanted to do something. I really shouldn't leave so much up for choice. He said he wanted to go to Austin.

You may be asking yourself why this is noteworthy.


His parents live in Austin.

His very Catholic parents.

His very Catholic parents who I can only assume will not be impressed with a protestant.

Oh my.

"Be yourself and I'm sure they'll like you, " I hear you saying to yourself as you read this. But really, let's be honest with each other... that isn't always true. But, I will pack a few cardigans and a sundress or two, put on my best smile, cross my fingers, and perhaps see if I can find a priest to put in a good word for me.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

420... Oops

No, not "oops, I accidentally smoked weed today"... more "oops, I talked about someone to someone else without using names, but due to the nature of the information shared, I found out later that there is a good chance that the someone I was talking to will be able to identify that someone else."

No big deal?

It was during a job interview.

Still no big deal?

I'm pretty sure the someone I was talking about interviewed before me... and talked about the same thing... but with different details...

Really, still not a big deal?

Said person probably won't get an offer because of what I said. I guess it only becomes an issue if I get an offer and don't take it... Crud.

More to come...

Saturday, April 09, 2011

One of These Things Is Not Like the Other

Or, to be more precise, two of these people...

New Guy and I decided that there was no better way to celebrate the nice weather and much needed weekend than going to demolition derby.  So, New Guy put on khaki shorts and a lavender polo and I put on a cardigan and out the door we went.  We stopped at the WalMart on the way to pick up Miller High Life (because New Guy said that's what people drink at demolition derby) and some individual boxed wines (because they are awesome).

Now, I know what you are thinking... who wears pastel polos and cardigans to demolition derby?  Us.  That's who. And it wouldn't have been a problem, but... 

We ended up at the wrong track.  

The really wrong track. 

Only a few miles from where we meant to go.

But we stuck out... like a sore thumb... or to be more accurate, we stuck out like white people in polos and cardigans. 

Wow.  Good times. 

We couldn't just leave though.  That's like saying, "Being the only white people isn't okay with us.  However, while we're here, might I just say that your all plaid outfit is fabulous!  The shorts that almost reach your ankles look stunning with those Timberlands."  But what we were really wanting to say was, "We were looking for trashy demolition derby... not drag racing with fancy motorcycles and giant cars."

So we did what anyone would have done in our situation.  We endured the "what the heck are polo man and his cardigan girlfriend doing here stares" just long enough to have one juice box of wine and one Miller Highlife...

Then we made a run for it. 

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

New Guy... Haha... I'm Lame

Haha... fun counter. Good times.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Meeting the Classmates

Yesterday (after the disagreement), New Guy and I actually spent the entire day together. That has to be good right? He didn't bail after the tears... and I didn't bail after his man brain took over.

We had a nice lunch... finally... at Into the Glass in Grapevine. I love that place. They always make me food that isn't on the menu. New Guy should like them because their truffle mac n cheese improved my attitude immensely.

After a long lunch and a stroll around Grapevine, I headed home to change before a classmates birthday. I was feeling pretty good about the bunch of people New guy would be meeting. It's nice when it's people you can trust not to make inappropriate comments.

Dinner with everyone was great. After we ate, New Guy and I headed to Barnes and Noble in Sundance Square. He has mentioned before that he doesn't understand how someone could just wander around a bookstore. Since he's met me, we've made it a habit.

It's nice to have someone to just walk around with. To look at books with. To share a chair with and debate which of the 3o cupcake recipe books might be the best. It's nice because my mom and I used to go to the bookstore all the time. New Guy knows that so he takes me now. He sits on the floor with stacks of books around him and humors me for an hour or so. He's such a nice man. I'm not sure how I got so lucky.

Long term future? I hope so :)

Saturday, March 26, 2011

First Fight... Not to be Confused with Fist Fight

I woke up about an hour and half before the New Guy.

How do I know this?

Oh, because I'm a sinner. But that's okay, Jesus still likes me. I know because I talk to Him myself... because I'm protestant.

So, I'm laying in the living room on the couch reading a book for school... because in addition to being a sinner, I'm a nerd. A hungry sinner/nerd.

So New Guy finally wakes up about an hour later and I tell him I'm hungry... but the spelling bee is on... and New Guy is a sinner/nerd too and he wants to watch it first. No big deal. I'm okay.

Toward the end of the spelling bee, I suggest a restaurant that is a few blocks away... because as I mentioned, I'm hungry.

New Guy counters with a restaurant about 20 minutes away.

I'm a girl, so rather than be direct about being past hungry, I agree. But I start to simmer.

He's a guy. So he doesn't notice.

There is a ton of traffic and road construction... 45 minutes later we are finally off the highway. What is that in the distance? It's his bike shop. Not my bike shop. His. But I'm hungry. I told him that a few hours ago. So we went ahead to the restaurant and ate and there was no fight.

Kidding. Don't be disappointed. He's from Mars. I'm from Venus. Of course he stopped at the bike shop. And ate a snack there. Boiling point? Yes.

I was so mad that I cried. No joke. Tears. The salty salty tears of a sinner/nerd who was hungry.

Friday, March 25, 2011

Worst Movie Ever, But Dinner Was Great

The New Guy and I headed to the Love Shack in So7 tonight. That place is so great. I had the fried portabello and he had some man masterpiece that included an egg on his burger... dirty love... yes.

Us? No! That's what his burger was called!

If you haven't been to Love Shack, you really should go. They have snuggies for when it's cold that they loan out. Sexy ones. Leopard print.

Quick aside... I'm totally watching COPS Houston and the cop is talking about how he had to start wearing contacts because he would get out of his car on a stop and his glasses would fog up... lame...

They always have nice low key music and you can make smores over their little fire pit. Greatness.

After dinner we headed back to the New guys place to watch a movie. I'm going to say I must really like him... like-like him... like him enough to watch the WORST MOVIE OF ALL TIME.


Ugh. Kill me.

***spoiler alert***

So there is this short office with a secret door that leads through a gross tunnel that drops you into John Malkovich's head and then spits you out on the side of the road. So three people are all tangled up in love triangle, sort of, plus John Malkovich, though he doesn't realize it. Then one person locks another in a cage with a chimp and tricks her with his tomfoolery so he can be with the girl who is kinda turning into a lesbian with the girl in the cage but through John Malkovich...

Want to hear more?

Of course not... because this is the WORST MOVIE EVER.

But I watched it. So I could spend more time with the New Guy. Cuddling on the couch. And thus... like-like.

Tuesday, March 01, 2011

Sometime in September

Updating this was clearly not my priority. I'm not even sure at this point I could really say what happened. Camping in the summer was weird. I just wasn't into the Gingerneer anymore. He seemed more interested in my brother... and my friends than me. Then the movie date... ugh. I tried to break up with him. He wouldn't take it. I gave in. He was (and is) such a nice guy, but seriously, I was over it. A few break ups later and he still was not accepting my decision.

So things in other arenas were taking a drastic dive. My mom was dying. I was in my first semester of grad school and I was overwhelmed with everything. I did something I never do. I forgot my phone at home...

When I finally got home from class, I had half a dozen missed calls from family. There was no way this was good. I had half a dozen missed calls from the Gingerneer, ugh... seriously?

I called my mom and then my aunt when my mom didn't answer. She was getting worse and they were on their way to my house where hopefully we could get better treatment.

Call waiting beeped. Gingerneer.

I ignored it.

It beeped again.

This was my breaking point. Perhaps it was the overly conservative behavior sexually (that does not make a girl feel pretty). Perhaps it was his ex situation (seemed like she was less of an ex than either of them might admit to). Perhaps it was, as he said, me being too emotional and taking it out on him (very likely). But, I was done. I was hateful. I was terrible. I was selfish and mean and awful. But we were finally broken up.

My mom didn't like him anyway. we had talked about it a few weeks before she got sick. Honestly, there was no way he could have ever overcome that one thing. Her opinion trumped everything else... because she was always right.

So why am I posting this now? Well, because there is someone new... and it seems strange to talk about someone new, when you never gave closure to that someone old.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

New Guy: Shop Vac = Sexy

Ahhh, the day before Valentine's Day.

Valentine's Day... what a mess. Who let this become a legitimate holiday? Not me. I'm still voting against it if anyone ever asks me at the polls. Seriously, the pressure even on a third date is ridiculous. Do I think it should matter that the following day is a fake holiday? No. Does it? Kinda.

I spent a lovely day having brunch with the girls, seeing Cirque with Suzie and her family, and then rushed back across town to grab the credit card I left at uhaul after I dropped off the truck this morning so that I could get to my date with new guy in a timely fashion.

As I pulled into the driveway at the house, I wondered why there was a wet stripe down the edge of the driveway...

Then I wondered why there was water in the garage...

Then I opened the door into the house and stepped into standing water.


I called to let him know I would be a while.

How long? Not sure.

Why? Don't want to say.

Can he help? Yes, but no,but yes, but no, but...

I wanted him to come help, but we're not in that place where it's okay for him to come help. Is that dumb? Maybe.

I finally spill what the issue is. He is still down with helping, I still politely refuse. I headed to Home Depot to get something to suck up all the water, no dice. New guy has a shop vac. He offers to bring it over. I say I'll come get it.

On my way to his place, I realize #1 I'm going to see his place... #2 I'm wearing pants that are dirty and wet from the knees down... #3 I look a total mess.

Side note--> how come when you step in one inch of water, your pants are instantly wet about 8 inches up?

I'm not even sure I said hello when he opened the door. I had a pretty singular focus. His house is nice at first glace, but show me the shop vac.

Mmmm... shop vacs are sexy. And he has power tools in the garage... yum. He's being so sweet AND he is handy AND the bike by the door was hot.

I should have come here sooner. New guy gets more points than I can add up right now.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

New Guy: The Tablecloth Smells Very Clean

Tonight I met the new guy at a little family owned place in the mid cities. The menu was very vegetarian friendly, but I am always worried about eating things that can cause potentially horrible breath or leave a frightening display in your teeth.

So backtracking a bit... we decided to meet at the restaurant since it was close to his house. It really didn't make sense for him to pick me up. I arrived at the restaurant first and did what any girl in my shoes would have, I smelled the table cloth and texted my girls. Surprisingly clean. Not that you expect a restaurant to be dirty, but this was like straight from the wash clean... and still a little damp... and downy fresh. Happily, this gave me a reason to text.

New guy arrived (and I quit texting). He brought along a bottle of wine. It was really good for a self professed beer guy. Good choice, I awarded him some extra points for that. He suggested the vegetable plate. Good choice, more points. I really like talking to him, though I do feel the need to cover my mouth when I chew and giggle when I say things that don't sound as sophisticated out loud as they did in my head.

After dinner, standing in the parking lot, he kissed me.

Happy face!

I appreciate that he seems to know exactly how fast (or in this case slow) I want to move. Nice soft lips, no mouth assault. After the frequent issues with TRE, the lack of aggressive kissing is nice.

We talked more about bikes. He said I would have to check his bikes out sometime. I giggled again. Hehe.

That's all. But I do feel the need to mention again how nice the kiss was.

Tuesday, February 08, 2011

New Guy: Date 1, Flying Saucer

March 22nd, 2009... A very old friend told me to stop focusing on dating and let someone sneak up on me...

I'm not sure if a guy coming out of the alley was what she had in mind, but heck, it works for me.

I was running late (thanks consulting project) and he was, of course, on time... and waiting in the alley...

Okay, I'm letting this slide. I am open minded and he seems cute enough.

Please let him be as fun in real life as he is in email.

-----As an aside, this is a common problem with internet dating. They are super funny in email and super lame in person. So, know that the little prayer I sent up to heaven was absolutely necessary.-----

Five hours later, I was headed to the car. He put his hand on my back. I like that. Some girls don't, I do. Hand on shoulder in steering fashion, that's another story.

We walked toward he parking garage... I'm having a little internal ohmygoodness moment. Is he going to shake my hand? Give me a high five? Chest bump? Just say "big gulps... alright... welp, see ya later"? Good gravy. I hate this part of the night. RomComs have ruined me on this.

But wait. A nice (polite) kiss and asking to see me again all before he takes his leave... alas... there is hope for me yet... and hope for New Guy.

Sunday, February 06, 2011

New Guy... No Nickname... Yet

If I call him New Guy, does that make New Guy his nickname? I hope not. I think it just shows that he might have some staying power. I say this because, well, "new guy" implies that I'll write about him more than once... or twice, since clearly, I'll write about him tomorrow... but you don't know that part yet...

( usual, I will write along the way, and publish when it I feel comfortable with the idea of someone... though not many people still poke around here... knowing my neurotic thoughts)

Ahh... so why is this neurotic?

Because I've only just spoken to him for the first time.


I know, I know. But I've been... wait for it...

...wait for it...

...wait for it...

...wait for it...

...emailing him.

Okay, I think we could all scan the previous posts for the last time I said "I will NEVER get on an online dating site again." Well, whatever. I have no self control, and besides, this was fun. And I'm sure the last time had something to do with the short/weird/old guys from eHardlycanthinkofareasonwewerematchedinthefirstplace.

Why now?

Well, one friend had already met someone super fun and the other four of us decided we would sign up together... help each other manage the crazy, have conference calls while answering questions about ourselves (what are your political views, do you have pets, do you want kids, are you a freak... normal stuff like that), and have a good laugh every time one of us got a crazy... that as I mentioned, the others would help manage.

I wanted to bail after a day. Technically it was slightly less than a day. Only three of the five of us were on and I wasn't interested in the married guy who was no longer sleeping with his wife, but continued to stay with her while "spoiling" other women... gross.

The Cruise Director encouraged me to stay. Fine.

There was this guy... who seemed nice and cute and funny... so I ignored him. Why would he ever talk to me anyway?

Then he did.


Funny email after funny email.

And tonight, just after the super bowl...

*ring* *ring*

I'm giddy, I tell you.

But wait!

He wants to meet up tomorrow!?!

24 hours is certainly not enough mental prep time for this. Or enough time to lose 30 pounds and get a breast enlargement and undergo microderm abrasion and have all my body hair permanently removed and flat iron my hair and learn how to put on eye makeup and develop the world's most amazing personality... wait, I already have that one.

Oh well, bite the bullet. See him tomorrow.

Flying Saucer. 7pm.

Deep breath.

Thursday, January 06, 2011

Tunisian Sex Appeal and Wirgins

Ahhh... birthday hangover... why must you rear your ugly head? Was it because I had too much fun and you need to balance out my little corner of the universe? Some day I will have my revenge on you... someday...

So any birthday night that starts with a blurry photo of a girl in a peacock skirt holding a bottle of liquor and a coke while riding an elevator in India must end well. Brace yourself.

We loaded up in death cabs and headed to the Blue Frog... Purple would have been better... Blue will do.

There was a fabulous little band with a Tunisian guy jammin' out and lookin' all sexy.

"Hey Tunisian guy, you are yummy, wanna hang out?" is what I was going to say if I could talk to him... at least that's what the booze was telling me to say...

Until Rob the Verb brought him up to me. Gasp! He is not nearly as yummy up close. And besides, I've moved on. Why hang out with Tunisian guy who doesn't speak a lick of English when I can hang out with my mess of wirgins!?!

wirgin (n): Indian virgin

There I was dancing in the midst of a bunch of med students on vacation in Mumbai. So they were... hmm... 10 years younger than me?

For the record, I did not assume they were wirgins. They told me. Awkward? Nope. Might have been had I been sober. Instead, I was in a suicide bomber heaven without having blown up myself or anyone else... just chillin' surrounded by wirgins. Check me out.