Take it to the park, see if the squirrels care

Me: "Wait, isn't that song about heroin? What are you saying?

Him: "You're as delightful as heroin"

I love getting beer at the Tap Room. My eyes are death rays.

Sums it up, eh?

Like Fran Dresher without the accent

I decided to not take the new job offer, even though the salary was higher. And the health insurance. And the paid for Septa pass. Why?

It was a nanny share, which basically means two families team up to split the costs. 3 out of 4 of them were really nice. Intelligent, charming, laid back. I really liked them all. They made polite conversation, asked thoughtful questions that were relevant to my experience and the job at hand. But the one guy. He was the biggest asshole I ever met. After the initial interview he called me up to ask some more questions. Such as "What were you doing between October 2001 and December 2001? Um, helping care for a family member with cancer, douche bag. Thanks so much for bringing it up. Apparently he thought this gap on my resume was a red flag. I got off the phone feeling awful. I mean first, who wants to have someone suspiciously question them for 45 minutes? And secondly, it was a painful time in my life. I declined to answer and said something about looking for work instead. I was offered the job earlier in the week and I turned it down entirely because of him. If he was that intense and intrusive on the phone, I can only imagine he'd break down and have a royal fit if he ran into me drinking a beer on a weekend. No thanks. I'll stick with working for people who aren't insane.

He called my boss for a reference at one point and he actually said to her "It sounds like she got a lot of on the job training at your house" *sputter*

Riiiiiiighhht. I greatly enjoy when first time parents imply that somehow, even though I've been working with kids since I was a teenager and have been a full time nanny for all of my adult career, I somehow don't have as much experience as they do at raising children (please note this dude's kid is still in utero). I hate to tell people that their ability to have children doesn't automatically bestow some great knowledge onto them, but it's true. The point is that after reading "The No Asshole Rule", I'm determined to keep as many of them out of my life as possible. No amount of money is worth being tortured for.

In 38 days, we'll be back to Center City. I may actually begin packing ASAP. I'm just very excited to be getting out of my living situation.

In a wildly optimistic gesture

Um.

This has been a good week. No more cancer. I got a great job offer that I'm contemplating. And the MGMT show that was sold out got moved to a bigger venue and now I can go. I'm half tempted to purchase a lottery ticket, just in case I'm on some sort of winning streak.

I need to put on a clean shirt and head out to Quizzo.

The best news yet

My mom is in remission. No more leukemia. Her body is producing platelets at a normal rate.

I broke down crying after I got off the phone with her. I was just so relieved, grateful.

All we ever want is more time with those closest to us and I'm hopeful I will be getting a lot more of it. University of Penn is an amazing hospital

In other news, my sister is moving to Boston in August. I'll miss her terribly and my life won't be the same without our constant banter. That said, I have a free place to stay in Boston. This makes me happy.

I also have beer and brie to snack on. Everything's coming up Milhouse!

On men.

Tonight, for the first time in a long time, a man hit on me in a way that didn't make me want to punch him in the crotch. It was refreshing. Respectful, normal, understood when I said I was married (which I'm not, but it's easier than saying "I'm happily coupled with my long term domestic partner"), didn't follow me to my door because he didn't want me to think he was crazy. If I was single, he would have gotten my number. Simply by not being a complete tool.

Juxtapose this with the usual crap I get to hear.

"Wow, you've got a nice ass" Um. Thanks?

Upon being politely told I'm not interested because I'm with someone
"No ring, no rules"

"Hey bitch, let me talk to you" .... Do people go for this? Are there a lot of people wandering around the get turned on by being degraded by strangers?

My favorite though is men who try to talk to me... when I'm out with my boyfriend. Or any other group of male friends. But especially when I'm actually physically there with my boyfriend and it starts. I mean, good grief, there are plenty of horny single women in Philadelphia. I'm not single. Please go about your day, nothing to see here!

My friends have stated this kind of crap doesn't happen to them regularly, whereas I reject people all day long. Even when I'm pushing a stroller at work, someone wants to know if I want to have some more kids and that I can call him when I do *puke* I guess some gals have all the luck, eh?

I could go the rest of my life without hearing "Hey shorty" or my friends hearing "Who's your cute friend" or "Where is she going? I wanted to talk to her?" or the more vulgar versions.

Evidently not throwing battery acid in their faces is a sign of sexual interest. Who knew?

I hate my roommate

Yes, I do. I hate my roommate, how bout you?

I'm convinced he's just fucking with us. Because it's not really possible to be this obtuse. Or is it?

I mentioned to him that this living situation might not be working for us and that we'd keep him updated regarding any changes. So two days later, he tells me him and his girlfriend might be looking for a place this fall. OK, good for you. Then he said something to the effect of "Well, it could happen quickly or it may take awhile, so if you could just hold off on moving until we find a place... " and then I stopped listening.

Dude. I hate living with you. My boyfriend really hates living with you. I hate the fact that you made some ridiculous dinner, allowed it to form an inch of burnt rice on my pot and then you WALKED AWAY. I scraped the burnt crap off my pot (45 minutes) and put it back in the sink, curious to see how long it might take him to clean it. Three days. And he only did it because I was in the fucking kitchen putting the rest of my cookware away. His excuse for not cleaning it? "It was hot"

OMG.WTF.BBQ.

So with things like that in mind, why the hell would I stop looking for a new place until he finds one himself? I told him that as a courtesy, so that he wouldn't be completely blindsided when I announce I've found a new place that doesn't come with a 35 year old idiot.

I found a great new job opportunity. It would be perfect.

What the hell are the odds that this goes entirely my way?

And I hate that my first reaction is "Wow. How soon til this goes wrong?"

I've become much more cynical about some things (schooling, work) and much less about others (relationships, hope in general)

My mother is back in the hospital receiving platelets. Have I mentioned I hate cancer? I think my heart just about stopped when my sister told me. And here's the thing, why didn't I find this out til I happened to call her this afternoon? Why do her and my dad seem to think I can magically sense a disturbance in the force and know what's going on without being told?

Define Lame

The insane amount of excitement I felt shopping for a binder, dividers and sheet protectors at Walgreen's. I was excited because today I organized my collection of recipes. They all now live in one binder, properly organized and ready to go.

If I had it to do over, I should have been a chef or one of those dietitians who spends all their life in the kitchen creating new recipes. I think I would have enjoyed that a lot.