Going Out With a Bang!

Over Christmas and New Year’s a lot of my favorite bloggers wrote posts about their confessions.  I was jealous and wanted to write one of my own but found it difficult to create an adequate list.  This past Friday, however, I worked on a bulletin that asked me to think of a total of 8 interesting things people may not know about me.  They aren’t really confessions but I think that they are worth looking at and exploring in a blog.

My first fact was that my credit score is 742.  I am a huge advocate for excellent credit and when I became a freshmen in college I made a point of getting my very first credit card.  I also made a point of only spending in a month what I could afford to FULLY pay off when that bill arrived.  Throughout college I expanded my cards to three major credit cards and about 20 store credit cards.  It was right after college when I saw my first credit report and realized that regardless of how excellently disciplined I was at paying them off, I had a lot of junk accounts open.  I have now closed almost all of my store credit cards, only keeping ones I’ll definitely need such as IKEA or NY and Company.  I have also paid off and closed all major credit cards but one.  It is paid off but I have opted to just cut it up and not close the account because, well it was my first.  I opened a brand new credit card now and that is the one that I am currently using.  I am reserved to keeping the bill to under $100 each month for as long as it is reasonable.  So when I saw my current credit score I was happy to see how much it had improved and how excellent my credit is.  It is really something that I find to be important.

My other facts were less adult.

For instance, I said that Janine Lindermulder was the hottest woman that I’ve ever seen.  And it’s true.  She is the most beautiful and sexy adult actress that is out there.  She’s healthy looking and I seriously love her multi-colored tattoo’d arms.

I paid $85 a piece for tickets to see Enrique Iglesias in concert. He was playing the Tower Theater in Philadelphia after my birthday one year. I got tickets and went with my mom. It was snowing like a motherfucker but we made it.  Our seats were super close to the stage and it was one of the greatest shows I’ve ever been to.  And it’s not really that expensive when I know that I spend at least $60 per ticket to see the Dave Matthews Band EVERY year and I do go to 2 shows each time.

One of my dreams for my future is to be a good PTA mom.  I want to have a bunch of dishes ready so that at family functions or school events, people will know what dish I’ll bring and that it will be amazingly decorated and delicious. I want people to ask for my recipe after events.  I think that would be really neat.

My next one was just random.  One time for the big birthday trip my (ex)girls and I went up to NYC like we normally do.  We ended up going to this HUGE club over by NYU – Webster Hall.  I danced with two guys, one being a very short foreign man.  He was so short that he could nestle into my cleavage while dancing.  I eventually moved all around the club trying to shake him.  When I felt it was “safe” to go back to dancing I met a super tall guy from New Jersey who proceded to give me a giant hickey on my neck.  He asked for my number and I gave him an old KU dorm phone number that ironically I could recite convincingly.  Ironically, he had asked my friend Heidi to dance first. When she refused he came to me, since well we look similar and I guess I just have that aura about me that says you can suck my neck?  The next day I met my favorite NYC waiter and had to make sure to cover my neck with scarves and hair so he wouldn’t see my hickey.  That thing lasted for over a week. And yes, there are photos of all of which I speak.  Not at all are in my posession, either.

I am a fan of Britney Spears.  I like her music.  I hate K-Fed.  I hope she straigtens up her life.  But I still like her. I like her even more now because she is making mistakes.  Just goes to show that she’s a human being.  Even celebrities can do normal (albeit stupid) things.  I hope her next record kicks ass and I’ll most likely always support her.  She’s coming back. I have faith in her.

One time I sprained my ankle in this HUUUUGE steel door at the Y I used to work at.  You had to shut the door behind you when walking up through the basement of the main building.  Well I went to close it and didn’t get my ankle out of the way in time and CRUNCH, it got smooshed. It bled and turned purple.  I had to drive home like that for about 45 minutes and I thought it was broken.  I spent the night icing it and hoping the swelling would go down. It was beat up like that for a very long time afterward.  Yikes!

Now onto other random things I did not post in that bulletin. 

One of my all-time favorite movies is Valley of the Dolls.  I used to rent that thing over and over again from Blockbuster.  It was just a great movie!  I had loved the book and when I heard it had been a film I was all about it.  I recently got the 2-disc special edition DVD.  On it, you can watch the movie with a “pop-up” video type thing that will tell you who the characters were based one, who Fox wanted for the roles and other gossip from the set. It’s really awesome!  I’m always into old random movies.  I am an Audrey Hepburn fan so all of hers are my favorite but I also like things like, Barefoot in the Park and It’s A Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World.  Most of these movies are about single girls in New York City looking for adventures and love and stuff.  They are quality pictures. 

One of my biggest pet peeves are people who do not stop at the stop lights BEHIND the white line.  Do you know why that line is painted on the road? Because that determines the amount of space a tractor trailer needs to make the turn from any direction.  It’s so stupid when I’m behind someone who is over the line and then has to put it in Reverse because the truck can not get through.  DUH. If you had just obeyed normal traffic laws you wouldn’t have had to do that.  It really makes me hate people. ALOT.  It’s only a little worse than people who don’t use their turn signals.  That is super annoying.  Cars were made with them for a reason, so why not use them?

One of my all-time favorite songs is “How Many Licks?” by Lil’ Kim.  I really like how crude and rude the song is and I definitely enjoy the reaction it gets from people who don’t listen to it on a regular basis.

The most annoying thing EVER is when I write a blog and am ready to edit it and I find that somehow overwrite has been turned on and is destroying my blog!  I don’t know how to turn it off, let alone how I turned it on in the first place. Grrr.

I can’t stand the taste of cold water. I mean like ice cold, cold water.  It just doesn’t satisfye me. To quench my thirst I need something that is room temperature.  Even after a hot workout.

I have chapstick everywhere. I have two in my purse. One on my desk.  Normally one near the computer at home.  One in my bedroom.  And each of them have the same quality – I make points, like on lipstick out of each of them. I work them to form a tip so that it goes on easier. It’s just what I do.

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I may be leaving this blog for a new blog home. Yea, I haven’t been here that long but I want to start doing some serious writing.  It might take me a little while but soon I’ll be back and maybe post a link for everyone.

Back on the Cycle

I’m going to be hungry. A lot. But only for the first few weeks.

Yup, I’m going back onto the eat less, do more diet. Starting on Saturday when I put away half of the clothes I own that don’t fit, I realized something needed to be done. I opted to skip McDonald’s for dinner and went to Sheetz where I chose a sub, which had far more vegetables and far less deep-fried anythings. I also chose not to order French fries and instead picked up a bag of that white cheddar popcorn. I know it’s not as glamorous as a salad or celery stick but considering what I normally pick up, it is a start.

I was then reserved to eat only at meals and nothing in between. That had been working for awhile until I would decide that meals include dessert and lots of it. I got sneaky and needed to be put in my place. So meals now include one thing or one “meal.” With no snacks like cookies or anything following it. I’m not starving myself or anything but I can definitely feel the difference. I can hear it, too, when my stomach roars for something. 7 a.m., 12 p.m., and 5 p.m. That’s when it gets its fill, or well, what I will now make its fill.

In addition to food, I need to DO something to make this work. I’ve exhausted all my present Tae-Bo videos and have no interest in searching for my pump to work on the exercise ball. I also refuse to return to Curves but heck, I’ll pay. I mean I have to. So what is a girl to do? I worked out a bit of an abs routine that I can do before bed. It comes out to about 100 reps of different types of sit-ups and crunches. Then I do some leg exercises to kick them back into shape. I tried to do the math before heading to sleep and I realize that this isn’t perfect by any stretch of the imagination but if I do 100 of those a day, that’s 700 a week which comes to 2,800 a month which would be 33,600 a year! Granted, I won’t do them everyday. Life, vacations, fatigue, PMS, all will get in the way sometime. But wow. If I could at least do 30,000 in a year – that would be awesome.

My biggest hurdle will be sticking to it. Not giving up when the results don’t show up as quickly as I’d like. That is always my problem. Then I think that I’m not doing enough and then I over do it until I quit. I really have to be careful about that.

I thought it would be a lot more depressing taking all of my adorable skirts and pants and coats and suits that I had and tucking them away into the Rubbermaid container I purchased. But it wasn’t too bad. Now I won’t waste as much time getting ready in the morning and I won’t get depressed if I try on something that I think will fit and it doesn’t. The weirdest part is that sometimes my size doesn’t bother me at all. I love me. And then there will be days when I catch myself in the wrong mirror or see my picture and I just look so wide. It has never fully sunk in that I look like I do. In my mind’s eye I see myself as I was when I was at my happiest. That can’t be a good thing.

Yesterday when I went to the grocery store (on game day no less) I saw that they were out of my potato chips. It could have been a sign. Instead of picking up those salt-infested chips, I opted for something that seems healthier, Tostitos. I also bypassed the cookie and candy aisle. Nothing I needed there. I bought a HUGE box of Minute Rice, which I plan to make on certain days as my meal. Then I picked up complete frozen meals, which are balanced. My bill came down substantially at the store, too. That was a great surprise. And then today, on Monday, which is my normal day to order Take-Out I opted to pack my lunch. If I do it on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, then why not on Monday, too? I’m saving money and I’m eating better. So sayonara to the Chinese food and to McDonald’s and any other take out place, unless of course, I am ordering a salad. Moderation is something that I need to learn.

I need to learn how to control what I eat.

An Open Letter to Yahoo Personals.

Dear Yahoo Personals,

I hate you.

Wait. That’s not the correct way to start a mature letter. I apologize.

I am disappointed with you.

I have been a member of your services for five years. In 2000 I began college and was introduced to the world of on-line dating. Although your site allowed me to have a paid profile, I felt it worked fine for me not to have to pay. Men who wanted to meet me to date me or play me found me with no problem. However, one complaint I have is the fact that your site caters to men that have turned out to less than desirable. The only type of men that I met from your dating site were creeps and perverts. The steadiest of boyfriends that I could stomach from the site lasted for about a month or two. Nobody who was worth a forever.

I also discovered that the prospects on Match.com had more to offer seeing as they were either creeps or perverts and thankfully never both.

Regardless, after five years of putting up with bad dates and bad relationships I took myself off of both dating sites. It was also around the time when MySpace had started. Regardless, I was no longer interested in reading and deleting countless messages from short, skinny men of foreign persuasion. So, I deleted my profile with your site. It was a glorious day not having to worry about the photo that accompanied it or when I’d have to update my lame information. How many more ways can I say that I like to have a good time and go out to clubs and parties and concerts? It was wearing old.

After the first few months I continued to receive your Matches By Mail e-mails, which contained 17 or so profiles of men that fit my search criteria. Normally there were the balding 23-year-olds, guys missing teeth and of course, the random guy I’d already hooked up with. At first it was cute and I’d just take the extra minute or two to delete the message without opening it. Then after awhile it began to annoy me that you were still sending me matches after I deleted my profile.

Now I am not computer illiterate so I went back to your site and updated the box that determines my Matches By Mail. Instead of having them sent to me three times a week, I opted to have them not sent at all. And I thought nothing of it because we all know that technology is wonderful.

However, in the next week I received THREE e-mails with potential suitors. And the e-mail said that I was still signed up for a trio of Matches By Mail. I went back to your website and updated the information again. It still had not changed and so I have to tell you – the problems seems to be on your end there. I’m sure you have a talented team of web designers who can assist you because obviously there is a problem.

Fast forward to today when I received another e-mail from Yahoo Personals. After determining that my Matches By Mail had been shut off for eternity – I finally gave up and hit the unsubscribe button at the bottom of your e-mail. I was hoping it would not have to come to it but in the end it has. Now I’m not yet convinced that I will never see another Matches By Mail e-mail in my Inbox but I’m seriously hoping that I do not. Otherwise, you will be hearing from me.

Sincerely,

Me

Do You Like to Do It Yourself?

Make it work, People.”

Everyone’s favorite expression from the past few seasons of Project Runway.  Tim Gunn you may be on to something here.

Making it work is all that I seem to do anymore.  Mainly, I’m trying to make my relationship work.  My biggest concern and deepest question is, “Why?”There have been moments where I would have turned red, screamed obscenities and tossed him to the curb, had this been three or four years ago.  Situations that I would NEVER had stood for before.  But now?  Now I “make it work.”  I sit and cry and scream with him (not at him) and work through the problem.  Or at least I try.

Everyone who even slightly knows me knows that I bring enough baggage to the relationship to cover about eight years in therapy.  I have issues.  I don’t trust men.  I believe they are after one thing and one thing only.  I do not think that they care at all about feelings.  I fear their rejection.  Long-term is a very dirty word to most of them, etc, etc.  Therefore, there has to be other reasons why I stick around and why I force myself to work through it.

Let’s be honest, I doubt myself many nights wondering if this is worth it.  I weigh the pros (there are tons) and the cons (not so much) then figure I am overreacting and forget about it.  Sometimes I find out that I hold valid concerns and well, I brush them aside until there is a more appropriate time to talk about it.  I wonder if I’m not putting myself second too much?  Or is that what one is supposed to do in a relationship?  Some days though, I wonder when I will be put first.  This is not to say that he has NEVER put me first, he has.  But recently we’ve been on a very strange and shaky journey and well, I’m ready to be first again. 

I’m also ready for a date.  Or a sign of life.  I’m ready to feel like the Girlfriend again.  Not just the girl that tags along with him.  I’m feeling that I am playing second fiddle here more than I’d like.  I want to have new exciting plans for us on weekends or on weeknights.  Hell, I’d like to go to all the dive bars in the area, or go to First Night in any of the cities in the area.  I want to do something!  Instead, I’m feeling more sad, depressed, lifeless.  I miss him like crazy and never feel that I am seeing him enough.  This is normally when the fears begin.  Are we growing apart? Becoming two different people? Not connecting as we should?  I’ll remain paranoid for a couple of days and then it blows over.  What is wrong with me?

I also have certain deal breakers with relationships.  Most of them are just the serious ones like cheating and beating.  Then there are others.  Smaller, less significant things that are very individualized.  Sometimes I find that those are present in my relationship.  And yet, I’m still present in the relationship.

My mother hasn’t had a happy marriage and so growing up my one concern was not to settle. I don’t want to be bored out of my mind in a marriage that is filled with more fighting than touching moments.  And I think it is safe to say that with all the many men (or scumbags) that I have dated I did not settle.  Sometimes it was harder to realize that I had to get out then with others.  Sometimes even though I cried, I walked away.  But I never settled.

Am I settling now? I don’t think so.  But I don’t think I have approached this relationship the way that I should have.  I’m being too passive.

I’ve made it past some hurdles.  He has gotten me over many of them.  But that’s just me, what about him?  Sure I’ve gotten a little bit of insight on him but it’s merely scratching the surface stuff. I need to start asking questions.  I find myself being surprised by information I should automatically know about my boyfriend.  I’m not talking those cheesy conversation starters that run at the bottom of the pages of Cosmo but simple things such as, “What are your plans tonight?”  or “How was your evening?”  I always assumed that women who asked those questions did not trust their men.  Now I realize, they were merely getting to know them better.  I think that even though it’s been almost 10 months – I need to get to know my man better.  Because right now I feel as if I’m “Making it work” but in actually I am only keeping my girlfriend title. I am not being a good girlfriend.

I have to consider the timing of this all.  Christmas just ended.  The presents were good.  I impressed him, which was nice.  We bonded with his family and we had a good time.  New Year’s Eve (huge couple holiday) has passed, too.  I got drunk and didn’t see too much of my man that night.  We didn’t really “act” like a couple too much because he had a good time with his friends. No biggie.  I had an ok time.  It just wasn’t what I expected.  Speaking of which, there are three GIANT holidays coming and I fear more than anything that I am going to be disappointed.  NOT because my man can’t plan a good holiday, but just because I have these fantastical expectations.  I expect to be wooed.  I’m also afraid that I’m going to hear excuses. Work excuses.  I worry that my holiday will be pushed back so that it happens over that weekend instead of that night.  Definitely not something I’m looking forward to hearing.  (With the only valid push to the weekend being a getaway or a trip, which will not happen.)  The upcoming holidays, by the way, are Valentine’s Day, My Birthday and Our Anniversary (one-year).  I’ve never had a boyfriend for any of those events.  On Valentine’s Day I normally pal around with single friends but there aren’t any left and well, I’m not single.  Then there is my Birthday, which is really special because it was one of our first dates last year.  And that was a perfect night.  One-year anniversary.  As pathetic as it sounds, this will be my first one.  I’ve never been fortunate enough to make it here before.  So you can see that this are big, BIG events.  Important ones to me.  I’m not looking for a miracle; I realize that there are limitations.  But I just need something to reiterate “US.”

“Make it work, People.”

I think I am making it work because I am in love.  I hope to God I am not being naive when I say that.  I hope that what I feel is true.  I can’t exactly tell because I’ve never felt it before.  However, I feel that making the sacrifices that I have proves it.  And even though it may appear that this entry is filled with complaints – it’s only the one side of our story.  There is another and most of the time it’s very good.  It’s sweet, romantic, adventurous.  It’s just that sometimes the story becomes a choose-your-own adventure and instead of choosing what I’d like, I let him take the lead and follow.  I’m no follower!  Or at least I wasn’t. 

I worry through this whole thing about losing myself.  I’ve been known to change for guys.  Sometimes I find myself wondering about certain decisions I’ve made or plans that we’ve made together.  I had a hard time with the early holidays.  I was torn between different events where I annually was somewhere and then this year I had to be somewhere else.  I tried to make other events (when possible) even.  Sometimes it worked and well, if it didn’t then I did not participate.  I just want to be secure enough to know that the Corrina who entered this relationship is the same Corrina who is there now.  Or at least a better version.  So far, I’m thinking it’s true.  There are still many improvements that need to be made and they can be found in list form above where I discuss my baggage. 

For now, though, I have stop and breathe and remember to take it one day at a time.  Or else I will become extremely overwhelmed and I’ll lose him, our relationship and myself.

Honorary Unsubscribe.

Every day I get six (billions) spam messages to my e-mail account.  Normally they have a backward scripture or religious quote.  Today’s was, “among the weight for me afraid of the lord ark.”  My spam filter catches them and blocks them so that all I can see is this gibberish.

It’s not my fault. I did not sign up for anything.  I am a victim of chance.  I started here in June and took over for a woman who went on to bigger and better things.  So, I started out with her laptop and her files then her e-mail address account was transferred to me and my name.  That’s where these crazy e-mails are coming from.  I’d like to know if she started this or if she got them because of the person who was in the position before her.

I still work with that guy, maybe I should go ask him.

The worst part about it is that because the message is blocked, I can not access it to see if I can “unsubscribe” to whatever this is.  A smart plan, I’m sure. Especially if it is a virus.

But there are other e-mails that I receive.  For instance, I get e-mails from the Hispanic Chamber of Commerce.  Nothing against them but I never signed up for this! She did!  And they DO have an unsubscribe button at the bottom of their e-mails which come about parties, fundraisers, etc.  And when I hit it – it won’t let me unsubscribe!?!  I wasn’t the original e-mail address who signed up for the newsletter and therefore I can’t delete that name from the list.  Not cool!

I can only imagine what the next person is going to think.  It was part of my job to create a text-only newsletter from our paper copy.  In order to do that I signed up with the following e-mail newsletters: World Wildlife Federation, Daily Candy, Merriam Webster’s Word of the Day, Strange But True, and probably some others which I forgot.

I wonder how much fun it will be for the next person to see these e-mails. I could get tired of receiving them and unsubscribe myself but I think that takes the fun out of it for the next person.

First Laptop Entry!

I got dumped tonight.  And I am pissed.

Don’t worry. It wasn’t James.  It was my FRIEND Ben.  I’m fuming.  I believe that this is the most stupid thing I’ve ever heard.  We had just re-connected as friends last year after he WALKED AWAY from me ages ago.  Now we’re doing it all over again?  Well, Sir. Let me tell you I will not be waiting around to pick up the pieces of this friendship.  Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me. You know how it goes.

It took me off guard that’s for sure.  Who would’ve thunk that a simple IM to tell him about the newest porn would turn into a dumping?!  I never even got to the part about the porn. I did my “hey, how are you” and after a moment or two I was told that he was cleaning up his life and friends and so as a tempid little girl I asked all Project Runway-like, “Am I out?”  And BAM. I was out.  Indeed.  In the next two minutes he was off-line, off my buddy list and (he) defriended me on MySpace. He was in my TOP FRIENDS for Christ’s sake!

Now let’s talk about why this happened. 

I wouldn’t date Ben.  I’d hang out with him.  I’d make out with him.  But I wouldn’t date him.  It was bad enough that I did those other things, knowing that I wasn’t doing it out love. I couldn’t submit myself to dating him.  Plus, as I’ve said A MILLION TIMES, even though I was only talking to James on-line at the time and anxiously awaiting our first date – I knew that more than anything else in the world I wanted that first date.  I knew that there was something there. I didn’t know what, but I knew there was something.  You can call it bullshit but I claimed it a thousand times in both January and February of 2005.  You can also call me a bad person but whatever.  I tried to be as true and as truthful to everyone.  It’s probably waiting to bite me in the ass but oh well, at least I tried, right?  I tried to do things with the least pain and consequences as possible.

So basically my reader list has just been cut in half.  Hahahahaha. Maybe I should take this public.  Well, public in the sense that I’d share it with my friends.  Hmm….not sure if they need to know THAT much.

On a happier note – I may have found a roommate! Yay!  I seriously hope this works out because I need desperately to move out of my house. I’m miserable here talking to nobody.  And the boxes are piling up in my room.  They are empty and annoying and I can’t walk anywhere in it.  I’m actually running out of space all over, from my floor to my closet to my walls. I need to MOVE OUT.  Sigh.

I pass a place everyday on the way to work and the sign says “Apartment For Rent.”  It’s been up since before Christmas.  I called today and found out it’s an efficiency.  Change your sign then. Don’t get my hopes up.  I can’t live in an efficiency. I learned that lesson.  I need something with space.  Thus is why I need a roommate. I can’t afford to go at it alone.  I can afford an efficiency but I’d never survive.  Plus, friends/roommates make life easier. 

Keep your fingers crossed.

Tell Me Yours, I’ll Tell You Mine

I’ve written about it once and I’m sure I’ll write about it again. 

Post Secret.

As I was reading over some of my favorite bloggers past entries, I stumbled across the all too familiar yet seemingly mysterious link to the Post Secret Blog (http://postsecret.blogspot.com)  And of course I had to take a look.

Gone are the days when you had weeks worths of postcards littering the site.  Now only one week’s stay up.  Since it’s original broadcast, the owner has compiled THREE books.  Filled with postcards that have dirty secrets, shameful stories, and funny antecdotes.  I can no longer get lost on this site for hours devouring everyone’s secrets. 

And so it has made me wonder what my postcard would be.  What it would look like.  What it would say.  I have a few ideas as to what it would say.  I feel guilty for a lot of things that I shouldn’t.  The image however that would haunt the card is still a mystery.  Does it depend on which secret I’d post? I suppose. Or maybe it woudn’t even matter. I could find any postcard which says anything on it and ex it out, write over it, re-design it to make it mine.

A few weeks back, most of the blogs that I read opted to post confessions in honor of the end of the year.  I was tempted to do that, too but I knew that posting my secrets to the rest of the world PRIOR to revealing them to the person or persons they are about was not the way to do it.  Maybe I needed anonymity like Post Secret.  Instead of being scared to hurt people, I was scared to be honest?

None of my secrets are truly life-shattering.  But once it sits inside you for awhile it makes it feel so much worse than it really is.

In one of my calendars this year I got postcards.  Cats with silly expressions or something.  I wonder if I shouldn’t take them and find one to create with.  Could I be just jumping on a very old, yet very popular bandwagon? Sure.  Or else maybe I just have a few things to get off of my chest.  Secrets to reveal.

La Dee Da

It’s been a year since I received on of my favorite DVDs.   That’s right, I’ve spent a mere 12 months with Pirates!  It seems like forever ago when I discovered it and then when I watched it for the first time or well, then the fourteenth time.  It just seemed like the perfect way to kick off my collection.

It also got me thinking that as a present to myself, winter would make a great time to annually buy a new DVD.

I went searching around a few sites including the place to find my favorite girl – Janine.  Nothing new, Pirates! was her latest.  So I decided to go over to my number 2 girl – Janine, and see what she had to offer.  Let me tell you – nothing could prepare me for what I discovered.  It isn’t out yet, but there is a trailer so you know it’s coming – Janine Loves Jenna.  I know that for lots of people this means little but to me – putting my favorite two girls together? Holy crap! I mean, c’mon the ony thing missing from Pirates! was Jenna….and now this?!

Unfortunately, the pre-order button does not work and there is no official date of release for this DVD.  Maybe sometime I’ll write to customer service and see what they say. But for now, I wait. Impatiently but still.

Happy New Year to Me! And Happy New Year to You!

Comic Sans, Georgia, Lucida…Oh My!

“I’m simply crazy about Tiffany’s.”

Great line.  Great movie.  Audrey was an icon. 

Me? Sitting here at my desk I need to let you know something,

“I’m simply crazy about fonts!”

I like Tiffany’s too, don’t get me wrong.  But what really gets me going is the use of fonts in my work.  And when I say work, I mean blogging, e-mailing, IMing, and creating publications.  Fonts rock my (imaginary) cock.  1001freefonts.com is the greatest website and I can be caught on there for a couple of hours looking for fonts that will work and look great only on documents printed from my compter.  You know – since if I send the document with my fonts to another computer it will come out like squares.  No good.

Why fonts today? 

Today I was prompted (again) in that incessant way by Microsoft to update my Windows.  Finally after being harassed for a week, I did it.  And to my surprise I was given the update for Microsoft Internet Explorer.  Say goodbye to all those UGLY fonts!  Now most pages are shown in a small Verdana font.  Not to bite the hand that feeds (if only my need to write) but the one font that affected my writing all along was here!  The text box where I was meant to type masterpieces (or blogs) was always in some large, thin, disgusting font.  Which to my dismay, I could not change.  So I suffered through it for my enjoyment.  The words are more important than the font.

Blasphemy!

The words and the font are equally as important!  Actually, if you take dull, boring, meaningless words (oxymoron?) and put them in an exciting font – the meanings change and they can actually look quite entertaining. 

But back to the new IE.  Rumour has it that it looks like FireFox always has.  Or so I have been told.  But I don’t care.  Now when I write an e-mail on IE, type a survey on MySpace or write a blog here on WordPress it is always in a font that I enjoy typing in.  I am revived and excited about the possibilities that lie before me.  I will no longer wish that I had a pull down menu for this blog or post my entries before editing them so I can look at them in a pretty format…no.  Today begins a new era.  One where I am font happy.  Happy it’s no longer Times New Roman, Arial or even Garamond. Hooray for Microsoft IE.  I am finally satisfied.

The Year of the Corrina….

I changed in 2006.

I became assertive.  I became vulnerable.  I became different.  I became indifferent.

In 2006 I took controll. 

I opted to remove certain toxins from my life – I chose to remove certain friends and reach out to ones I normally would not have. 

I got laid off.  Instead of wallowing I made some changes in myself.  Shy, little old me opted to go out and dye her hair.   I bought very “look here” glasses.  Cleaned up my wardrobe, not to follow a trend but to be less slackerish.  No longer hiding within myself.  Allowing myself to be noticed.

And of course, there were changes made with love.  I decided that I didn’t want to take my first option.  I knew I felt something with someone else and so I became more patient and waited for my chance.  Little did I know that that “chance” would change my life completely.  I had to learn how to behave maturely in a relationship.  To open up and not be afraid.  To learn to love and to trust completely.  Some would say that I had no choice, that love chose me and it was a natural reaction to it – but I think that I had plenty of times (or at least a few) in which I could have opted to bow out.  To turn and to run from very adult problems.  So yes, I chose to go through with a relationship that I believe in.  Completely.

This year I learned a lot about myself and who I want to become.  I think that I have begun to create the adult version of myself.  I reinforced my will, my responsibility, my work ethic, my view of love, life, friendship and all things which are important.  But I also added to what I thought I already knew.

Next year will be interesting.  Taking this girl to the next level will be exciting to experience.  I can not wait to see what happens….