tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38970379908229985052012-02-16T02:37:24.939-08:00Doing my best to be true to myself.mariposahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03866454846140464422noreply@blogger.comBlogger371100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897037990822998505.post-16647894184634894142009-02-11T15:24:00.000-08:002009-02-18T19:55:02.113-08:00

  Well all I really wanna do is love you A kind much closer than friends use But I still can't say it after all we've been through And all I really want from you is to feel me As the feeling inside keeps building And I will find a way to you if it kills me If it kills me Jason Mraz, 2008

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For whatever reason (the weather, womanliness, Valentine's Day), my unrequited crush has really got me in a love funk this week.  Sick of the doldrums, I want to come up with a creative way to push this to a head so I can move past it because nothing seems to be working.  So I decide to imagine that I reveal my feelings to Crush Boy and get turned down - I know I can endure it (I'm a master

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I'm not sure when this concept originally evolved, but I've only recently been exposed to the Work Husband.  Many of us have that special friend at the office with whom we share a more intimate co-worker relationship. On his way into work, he gets his morning coffee and picks you up a tea.  When you catch a piece of office gossip, you have to find him immediately to divulge and discuss.  When

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J-Rod's gchat status today was a blog link.  Per usual, while at work and needing a brief mental break from my color-coded tracker, I checked it out. Now, I don't have any experience dating a "finance guy" but Jack is an insurance underwriter and, let me tell you, they can schmooze, spend lavishly, and silently suffer with the best of the FBFs.  While I think some (okay, nearly all) of the stuff

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Today marks the seventh anniversary of the day my great grandmother passed away.  Most people don't have a chance to meet their great-grandparents, let alone develop any kind of relationship with them.  But as a youngster, I'd spend several weeks during the summer in Lafayette, Indiana with the Lynches. Opal Lee and I shared many happy memories.  She introduced me to the delightful world of

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Princess has offered some unparalleled advice on my crush situation. We were gchatting today about life, love, and the housewarming party she missed this weekend. During the discussion, I confessed to a weekend encounter with Crush Boy – which she was very excited about. While I’m unsure where this interest is actually going, Princess is eager for me to make something happen. Preferably

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Last night, Ray and I hosted a housewarming party to introduce our friends to our new digs.  I must say, it was a smashing success!  Good food, good booze, good music all improved by good friends.  We hit the North Beach bars afterwards and capped the night off with a late night dance party (obviously).  Our place is starting to feel like a home!

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Somebody's gonna hurt someone, Before the night is through. Somebody's gonna come undone, There's nothin' we can do. Everybody wants to touch somebody If it takes all night. Everybody wants to take a little chance To make it come out right. There's gonna be a heartache tonight A heartache tonight, I know. Eagles, 1979

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James Franco has solidified his spot near the top of my Hollywood Crush List.  The guy is ridiculously attractive and absolutely hilarious.  He has incredible range, as evidenced by the variety of his 2008 work.  And I love people who don't take themselves too seriously - especially if they're truly gorgeous yet don't mind looking gross. I knew a guy in high school that looked strikingly

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Got an email from Dazzle today with an update on his love life.  Paraphrasing would just detract so here is a short excerpt: "The usual quest to find a Sunday Girlfriend has hit a little bit of a snag. I have reached an age where most nominees to be a Sunday girlfriend have expectations that the girlfriend status will be extended to the rest of the week and  I am not about to do something crazy

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Ahh, the one that got away.  Such a popular phrase.  We've all heard it at some point or another - from a variety of sources - in heartfelt earnest - or in clichéd dramatic angst.  But until now, while I've understood its meaning, I've never lamented over TOTGA.  If you are a mature, moderately analytical person,  remembrances of TOTGA don't necessarily make you sad.  For me, personal

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Since I have conquered my fear of public restrooms, I've discovered that in the public facilities I frequent, I have a favorite stall. Sometimes it has to do with the stall floor plan & layout.  Other times, it depends on the stall door's lock quality.  Often times, it's the most hidden, unobtrusive, private stall - you know what they say: location, location, location.  Hey, at least I am

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I got my new 2009 planner today.  I am so excited!  I have no idea why I procrastinated this long but after being plannerless for almost a week and a half, I felt like I had no idea what was happening in my life and couldn't take it anymore. I discovered WhoMi last year thanks to Lara over at The Lazy Organizer and there was no other option for me this year.  I'm looking forward to an evening

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A lovely gchat session with Princess today was enlightening.  She was asking about my dating world.  I told her not much is going on, that I have adopted the "taking it slow" approach. Her eloquent advice in response: "Yes, slow and steady wins the race. But not too slow. You do actually want people to know you're in the race."

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I know Bay Area fans have their own classification of fandom.  It's poor.  And it's well-deserved.   The term "fan" shouldn't even really apply, but there you have it.  Regardless of the utter lack of enthusiasm the average Nor Cal resident may show for sports (Raider Nation, obviously excepted) ... why can't the SF Giants put a team together we can get behind? We signed a new pitcher this week

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I stopped in San Jose yesterday on my home after Christmas with the family and had lunch with E. We haven't seen each other face to face in over three years. Absolutely incredible. In fact, last time we got together was right before Jack and I became a couple. Anyway, E was home from Jacksonville visiting his family for the holiday. We went to Erik's Deli (one of our favorite spots to go

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Since Bean moved back to California, we've developed a little ritual.   Once a week, we get together after work for some combination of dinner, gymming, tv, drinking, and Wii.  Some are more likely than others (dinner) and occasionally we manage to incorporate them all. Right now, we're watching The Office from beginning to present because she's never really watched it.  Yikes. I must say,

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Since I've sort of taken myself off the market (inadvertently, I  might add), I now sit around and dream up my perfect man.  Lately, I've taken to imagining a hybrid of invented characters. I was recently reflecting on what these imaginary men had in common with one another that they would all strike my fancy... and I discovered that I am a sucker for a kind, sweet, funny dork. Edward Cullen (

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kind funny smart likes me I like him back

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Besides baby brother, the guy I talk to most about dating has got to be Dazzle.  I have no idea how our friendship has evolved into what we now share.  Potentially, it's due to bonding during revivals of drunken Davis traditions (i.e. Picnic Day & Houseboats) and our alliance against technology's misguided efforts to keep us apart.  However it happened, we talk frequently about lots of things,

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Baby Brother and I have a very unique relationship.  One of the things we're great at is offering sound advice.  Often times, we'll apply to one another in order to better understand the opposite sex.  Needless to say,  the topics of relationships and dating arise.  Recently, Rose and I were discussing a predicament she'd gotten herself into where men are concerned ... well, the most recent

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The last night started with a farewell dinner of all the students and the two directors of the institute, Eva and Christián.  We had a huge, delicious meal, received our diplomas, and enjoyed one another's company for one last night.   I even had chocolate cake through a straw - it works better than you'd think.   Afterwards, we met up with several of the guides for a night on the town

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My final week of school! While I’ve improved much, I wish it were more and I considered just staying. Unfortunately, that won’t work out but I will figure out how to return soon. Pati and I are turning up the heat on my conversation – listening to songs on the radio, explaining what’s happening in my novel, etc. School this week has been very mellow. We even did some large group "classes" where

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The next day, Lauren and Maia hit the beach but I stayed home because I had some pretty horrendous mosquito bites that I didn't think should be exposed too much to the sun and the sand. Instead, I had a lazy day of reading and movies. There was a huge storm with thunder and lightning. The streets filled to the curbs like rivers – a perfect day to stay inside and relax. We had pizza (!!!) for

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The next day during class, Pati and I had a lengthy discussion about the differences in romantic/sexual relationships between México and the U.S. It was very interesting to hear what the general cultural beliefs are. Mexicans look at Americans as very liberal and open-minded, but at the same time, I would say they are much more publicly demonstrative of their affection. Probably because the

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During my third week, classes went very well - basically, more of the same exercises to practice my conversation skills. A few of my fellow students and I went to a local dance studio for a salsa lesson Monday night. It was extremely fun and extremely hot. However, sweating out half my body weight kept my skin slick enough to make the turns a little easier. Dancing has a huge presence in the

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Sunday was another excursion, this time to Chichén Itzá. Very similar to the other ruins we visited but the city was clearly so much bigger. I was thrilled to see one of the wonders of the world, but appreciated the opportunity to climb the ruins at Uxmal. The castle at Chichén Itzá no longer permits anyone to climb because there has been such an increase in visits to the site and the steps are

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The following morning was our first day to sleep in and it was magical. We rolled out of bed around Noon and decided to head out to see some of the cenotes – underground sinkholes filled with water: (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cenote & http://www.yucatantoday.com/destinations/eng-cenotes.htm). Christián and his friend, Rodrigo – one of the greatest persons I´ve met here – took Maia, Lauren,

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Class on Friday was the usual. In the afternoon, one of my classmates, Jennifer, and I went with our guías to the Centro to look for an American-themed piñata and some sparklers for the party that night. We were unsuccessful in both pursuits. Apparently, September is the month for sparklers here (although one tienda said they had a shipment coming the next day: perfect. And American-themed

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The next afternoon, inspired by my holiday conversation the previous day, I decided to throw a Fourth of July party for the gringos. I had spent Cinco de Mayo in Indiana without so much as a single chip with salsa or a single sip of a margarita and there was no way I wanted to let the reverse happen while in México for the 4th. Tony, my guía, and I went to Wal*Mart to look for a little grill,

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My second week in Mérida started off fairly slowly. The other student who was in my class, Maureen, switched to a different level so I now have the one-on-one attention of my teacher. Which is great for class time, but terrible if I neglect to complete my homework because of my nighttime activities. After class, we had our usual guía time. We switch guías each week and my new one is Paula. We

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continued....The next day began our first weekend in México. We were educated by the Finus on the local public bus system and met our other classmates downtown, in el Centro de Mérida. We roamed around for a few hours, shopping in various stores, including a Mayan cooperative where we browsed the jewelry and sampled hand-made hammocks. Hamacas are very popular in the Yucatán, particularly with

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So, my trip is more than half over and I am having an incredible time. There's a lot to share - and I'm far behind in conveying all my stories - so don't feel obligated to read my "chronicles". Consider them available for perusal should you feel the desire; I won't be offended if you don't have the time or interest. Please forgive any awkward sentence structure as I am in full-blown Spanish mode

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I am a self-professed lover of vocabulary. I spend hours in the thesaurus. My study of Spanish has enriched my appreciation and inspired even keener interest in language and its meanings. I delight in a double entendre, the undercurrents of emotion, sharp wit, the vastness of tone, incisive sarcasm ... I could go on and on. Lately - as I have been "without country" - I have been pondering the

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What if your hope is someone else's regret? I think that may be one of the saddest ideas I've ever encountered. To cling to the promise enfolded in a single entreaty that the speaker prefers unuttered. Why do we accommodate change for ourselves but anticipate constancy from others? How can eight words see you through eight weeks? I don’t want pretense. I seek truth. but I contend that it be

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Well, here I am. Upon entering this realm, I have a lot of philosophical theories about the blog-o-sphere but all are presumptuous and prejudiced. A couple years ago I recommended to my mom that she start a blog – as an outlet for her creative histories she so often enjoyed sharing in company. Now she’s advocating blogging to me as an outlet for my … something. I have a feeling my blog will

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My first blog post.

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