fatesfolly: (hoolly dance)

Good Jane is coming for a visit! Yay!

I've gotta clean from stem to stern. Boo!

Yay! Jane!
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In a last wheeze effort to do the Stuff on that List, I took the megabus to New York on Friday with a co-worker from Talbots.

We left DC at 6:15am and arrived in NY just before 11am. The ride up wasn't bad. They have nice, new double decker buses in their fleet and we were able to get one of those. So for $18 roundtrip, it wasn't a bad deal.

Below the cut are some pics from the trip, taken with my Treo. Silly Holly forgot her regular camera.

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How many of YOU can say you've had manage a trois avec a cell phone sitting in front of Coastal Flats at Tyson's Corner?
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It's basically the karma gods at work.

If the $100 bill was tucked in between the pages of a book at the library, there's at least a path you can trace that might lead you back to the person who lost it. And think of how happy that person would be that you cared enough to return it. They get their $100 back AND see the goodness in the world.

BUT if the $100 was found on the street or sidewalk and there's no clear impression of where it came from, well kiddies, that money is as good as pennies from heaven! Or um, the money gods. I know I've certainly lost more money than I've found anyway!
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Truth or... truth?

Can you fill this out without lying?
I don't see why not

What was the last thing you put in your mouth?
Milk... from milk bags!

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fatesfolly: (send lightening days)
Just some things I wanna get off my chest...

Friends who Yearn to Twitter on LJ-- I love you people, I really do. But know that I'm not a fan of the Twitter. You feed me your twitters and I will throw up. (And remove you from the default list of those I care to read.) Yes, it is your journal. And I am thankful to share our lives with each other. But I could care the fuck less where you're sitting, eating, or shitting at any given moment throughout the day.

Un-named Fool-- Do you really want to throw everything away for a weekend fuck? Really? Really?? Where did I put my Bobbitt Knife?

Dear One-- Where are you? I have missed you! Come back to LJ! Hell, come back to DC! And though I adore the Korean Spa, it ain't a place to spend the night. There's a room at Casa De F, although admittedly, a single bed. Anywho, you are missed.

Super Couple to whom I envy for your new Prius and the other one's smokin' hawt body-- I am delighting in your continued romance. You're doing it right for each other... kudos to both of you.

Super Bride w/Live-In Adorable Munchkin-- Congratulations... keep posting pics... and I am ever in awe of you!

B, and there's is only one B-- Your article gave me a different slant on a beleaguered topic. Bravo!

Un-named Men who have screwed me over for someone else *Not the Canadian*-- Take your fucking cake. You will not be eating it on my time.

So Wish I Could Say This One-- Your Way is NOT better than everyone else's!

That is all.
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Love me some Friday Monkey chardonnay. Whoooooweeee!
fatesfolly: (turn away)
This will mark my 9th straight day where I have had to report to work somewhere. And it will go on until Saturday.

I was very late leaving work this past Saturday and having gotten a text earlier saying the group was leaving the bath area for the sauna area, I bagged the Bath House for a few hours of peace on my deck.

When I got home, my Kindle was waiting anyway. And as soon as I opened the box, it was pure Kindle love. It's the perfect size. It does everything I want it to do. I'm enjoying new blogs and a wonderful book. As I said on facebook on Saturday... I wanna have Kindle's babies.

In bad news, F has Lyme Disease. Crap Crap Crappity Crap. We don't need this right now.
fatesfolly: (mahna)
The highlight of the weekend?

Wait for it...


Last night, F and I had BLTs! They were sooooo freaking good! This time of year, there's nothing better than that. The only thing that could have made them better would have been if the bacon was crispier. I may have to bite the bullet and fry the stuff myself. (We were using the microwavable kind of bacon because Holly does not fry.)

But it was a quiet weekend. I finished Sons and Lovers. It was not as fantastic as literary history has made it out to be. I swear I don't know what makes a classic. I'm sure the theme was edgy for the time, but honestly, it rambled and veered off course several times. And there was only one decent sex scene... this, from the man who gave us Lady Chatterly. Oh well. One classic read. I started a Greg Iles that I picked up at a book sale. It's much more engaging.

And the meme I did on Saturday morning made it an all around Jimmy Buffet weekend. All day Saturday and part of the morning Sunday, I was singing/humming/relaxing to JB. Good times. :)

Oh! I talked to my brother and nephew on Saturday morning. They were in Kinston for the weekend and both were a little chatty. The big news out of the call is that my nephew is on facebook. The little boy I rocked to sleep, who audibly said he had to pee during my wedding, who still hugs my neck in public is on FACEBOOK. After telling me he wanted to friend me, I rushed over to fb to censor anything that could possibly be non-PG13. His presence online has me very aware of what I kind of mark I have on the internet. Again, I've calmed down from where I was 2, maybe 3 years ago, but still. This is my nephew!

Back to work now!
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Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, answer these questions. Pass it on. You can't use the artist I used. Try not to repeat a song title. Repost as "My Life According to (ARTIST NAME)."

Are you a male or female? Brown Eyed Girl
Describe yourself: Southern Cross or A Pirate Looks at Forty
How do you feel? Growing Older But Not Up
If you could go anywhere, where would you go? Havana Dreamin'
Your favorite form of transportation: Barefoot Children
Your favorite color is: Creola
Your worst trait: Volcano
Favorite time of day: It's 5 o'clock Somewhere
If your life was a tv show, what would it be called? Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes
What is life to you? Fins
What are you looking for? School Boy Heart
Have: Tin Cup Chalice
Wouldn't mind: One Particular Harbour
Your fear: Come Monday
What is the best advice you have to give? We are the People our Parents Warned us About
If you could change your name, you would change it to: Holiday
Thought for the Day: Another Saturday Night
My motto: Take Another Road

Amazingly, I didn't use my favorite: Son of a Son of a Sailor with the lovely Miss Nadira Shakur.


Jun. 10th, 2009 11:03 pm
fatesfolly: (send lightening days)
8 meetings yesterday

6 today

In addition to all of that happiness, I can tell the ankle hasn't been elevated AND it's apparently monsoon season... it's the first time in 2 months that my ankle has hurt without having stood for 5+ hours on it.

fatesfolly: (navel)
but no amount of cool architecture is going to make me want to shell out hundreds of thousands for a condo where some poor schmucks got electro shock therapy.

I had noticed this cool building before, but didn't know what it was. I asked F and he didn't give me a strong answer. This weekend, it burned to the ground. Work had been started to create high dollar condos out of the former elegant hotel turned dark ages sanatorium.

Story here: Historic Rockville Asylum Destroyed in Two-Alarm Fire
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Going to Philadelphia was pretty cool. The train ride up and back was extremely relaxing. I didn't get a window seat either time and the funny part of it was that the two girls that had the window seat each time both slept and never even looked out the window! I had not been on a train since college and I had forgotten the neat aspects of train travel. I definitely want to return, via train, and see the city.

The meeting went well. And I got kudos from the CEO for my remarks and questions during the meeting. Since this was the first time this company has 'dressed me up and taken me out,' that's a good thing. Maybe Holly Go can go on more trips! Yay! Travel!

My ankle got the worst of it, though. With the rain and coolish weather, it was a little twinge-y and keeping it down all day caused it to swell a la a grapefruit. The cute little shoes I wore were a little painful walking back to my car last night. It didn't help that my usual size 9.5 right foot morphed into an elephant's hoof! Keeping it up today as much as I can.

As usual, this weekend is filled with work. Next weekend will be worse because of short staffing. I'm scheduled for Friday night, Saturday afternoon/night, AND Sunday all day. ~le sigh~


Jun. 1st, 2009 12:05 pm
fatesfolly: (send lightening days)
Clearly labeled rant...

So I was a shopgirl on Sunday... 1-7:30. And it was a grueling shift that just. fucking. snailed. by. The highlight was a sweet little old woman with a dowager's hump who was trying to find an outfit that didn't emphasize it.

The worst was a bitchy 5th grade teacher who came in with the catalog in hand and assailed me with it, asking if we had the pictured hot pink t-shirt with a butterfly on it. I replied that we have that shirt, but not in that color. She got upset and said, "No, do you have THIS shirt?"

Yes, bitch, we have THAT shirt. But not in THAT color. This went on until she told me that I needed to start answering her questions correctly. I found an excuse to move to another part of the store.

All I wanted to do was get home, get comfy, and sit on the deck with F, eating leftover veggies and homemade vanilla ice cream from Saturday night. My ankle ached like a mofo and I just was done.

So I pulled into the driveway and was met by a strange car in my spot. I walked in and a friend of F's was there in the kitchen visiting. I had never met this friend before, but I've heard about his down-and-out stories for as long as I've lived with F. And I swear he's a fatter, yankee-er obnoxious version of my brother.

Remember, good people, all I wanted when I got home was PEACE.

Not this opinionated fucker.

I made my excuses and went to my room to change out of my work clothes. On my way through he said to me, "You know F's mother would turn in her grave if she saw this kitchen."

Ummm.... Sugar, who gave you the right to pass judgment on how messy I am? Let me go to YOUR house and do the white glove test, you lazy, loud-mouthed mooching bastard.

He stayed until well after 10pm, but I took supper in my bedroom and chose not to associate with him.
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I'd really, really, really like not to be disappointed this month.
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I know most of you good people are out and about this weekend... so, good on ya.

I have to work. (I've already done my fair share of bitching and moaning and sniveling about this.) Does anyone that lives in the area want to see a movie, go to a play, or visit a museum with me? As it stands now, I'm looking at late Saturday afternoon/evening or Monday as options for doing something.

Screening comments to avoid the cacophony of crickets chirping. I know it's last minute and I can always work on my tan on the deck.
fatesfolly: (color thinking)
I'm not very active on Fetlife. Ever since my office blocked it as a pornography site, I visit it even less. But at some point along the way, it became less of a social networking site and more of a meat market anyway. I have a bare bones profile that's really tongue-in-cheek in the way it's written. And the photo there is a vague one since the site is open to anyone who registers as a member. (The picture is the one that's the icon for this post... you'd have to rotate the small picture and really guess to know it's me.)

Because I'm not that active, I'm always surprised to get a message in my inbox from a Fetlife user. Right off the bat, if his user icon shows a erect penis, his message gets dumped in the trash. A friend who was just getting into the scene last Fall sought my advice about how to become more involved in the community and be accepted as a single male. Among other things, I suggested joining Fetlife as a tool to get himself out there and the advantage of reading the occasional educational-type post that shows up there. When he did his profile, he wanted to remain relatively anonymous to the public who could damage his on-going custody fight, so he only used the stereotypical penis shot. When he friended me, I wrote him a short message trying to explain that a photo icon of that nature might attract some women, but the vast majority would rather see something less... umm... vulgar. (And no, I don't mean that a penis is vulgar, but using it as the icon to represent you on a social networking site is.)

About a month ago, an out-of-towner messaged me on Fetlife (out of the blue) that he would be at the Crucible that coming weekend for his first time and hoped that I would be there and come over and introduce myself. Nothing on my profile says I have ever stepped foot in the Crucible and guessing off the top of my head, I'd say that less than 20% of the kinksters registered on Fetlife in the greater DC area have ever been to the Crucible, much fewer consider themselves as regulars. I checked out his profile and he seemed relatively normal. I wrote back, telling him that I would not be in town for his Crucible visit (I wasn't), and that I hoped he enjoyed his visit. He wrote again a few weeks later but I did not reply. Last night, I was futzing around on the site and re-read his last email. On a whim, I clicked the 'friend this user' button, then got distracted with something else and did not send him a message like I had planned to do. This morning, I got a message from him that made me laugh. He was appalled that I would friend him and not say anything in response to his last message or comment about why I had friended him last night. He accused me of only wanting to appear to have friends. He then inquired about my mental health, saying that my profile seemed like I was high on myself and that perhaps I'm really the opposite of what I purported to be in the profile. He literally demanded that I explain myself.

In another funny turn, a guy messaged me last week. His profile had no photo and was a little lean on details. And the message began with "Hi, I was browsing the profiles and found you. I'm a 37 year old doctor from Bethesda who is a Dom..." Can anyone tell me why the fact he is a doctor needed to be in his description of himself? I certainly don't say that I'm a 40 year old editor/project manager from Rockville. The kicker and what has become code for I'm married and running around, he said, "I value discretion in my activities in this realm." Yeah, buddy, good luck with that one.

I'll give you that Fetlife can be a great tool for the community, but like alt.com and collarme, it's gone largely the way of the highway in becoming prime waters to go fishing.
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