11.29.07
Self-Destructive Behavior???
I have a hard time remembering to post. Maybe that is because nobody ever comments. We want Feedback People!!! I don’t care if you just want to randomly rant or say how much the blog sucks (but I hope you wouldn’t tell us our lives or stupid or anything like that), but anything would work… I haven’t seen Scott in 2 days. He emailed me multiple times over the weekend and called me when he got back into the city, but I barely have time to eat, sleep, and shower. I’ve been working on the store’s accounting crap and ordering new shipments. That is a pain in my rear if there ever was a more painful one. I have a hard time making a decision on what to wear; just imagine what I go through deciding on what goes on my store’s shelves.
Thankfully, we close early on Wednesdays, so I came straight home at 2 and, yup you can guess, I slept. Now I’m emptying my spam box and hoping good old Saint Nick will bring me a god-like personal assistant. I can finally afford one, but I’ve never had one before. I asked Bella for advice, but she just laughed and hung up on me. Then, I called Halley, but the girl is in such a twitter since she got engaged that its like talking to a pretty, designer clad manequin. I love ya babe 
.
However, she did break from her stupor long enough to give me some much needed advice. I now have to worry about calling agencies and other places, and taking out ads and interviewing people. Makes me want to hire the new Stetson Black cologne dude. Matthew Mconaughy too. Teehee. OOh, I wonder if Scott’s awake. Must go wake half the building to get his attention. How can I be so stressed, yet be so upbeat. It must be that my mind has finally cracked and I just don’t know that I’m in some mental hospital yet Or it could have been the bottles of Vault I drank a couple of hours ago
-Lina (live from Milledgeville)
11.25.07
Georgia Kicks A$$ (31-17)
I’m extremely tired and really hungover, so this post will be short. I’ll just start with this
GO DAWGS!!!! GEORGIA TECH SUCKS!!!!
*sighs* I’m good now. As a graduate from UGA, I hold on very tightly to my Dawg loyalty. Heck, I dated a starter (who shall remain nameless). Anyway, I went to the game Saturday decked out in all my Georgia gear, and warm to boot. After drinking and partying in the parking lot like I was a student again, I raucously enjoyed the game. It was awsome! Interceptins, penalties, and flying men, oh my!
It was a great game. However, I was glad when it was over. I don’t think I’d have any nails left to bite after a few of the touchdowns Tech made. It was nice to be with my friends that i lost track of after college, but before we all got drunk, all I heard were stories about their jobs and their families. Good God the pictures these people carry around with them!
I didn’t have any drama to deal with yesterday. The store was even closed on account of the game. (yes i am one of those fans) Stafford, if you weren’t such a young’n, I’d kiss you. Massaqoui too. Richt, I’d kiss you if you weren’t married. (wife is beautiful btw) All is right in the world, EXCEPT for the stupid fact that we won’t be in the SEC championship game.
I know I talk a lot of shit, but I’m sorry Gailey, I hope Tech doesn’t fire you.
The Dawgs need to work on their rushing (meaning don’t run smack into the middle of the group- skirt the edges like the opposing team does).
Alas, we’re on a 7-year streak! Hope we make it to 10.
One more time: kick-ass game georgia *wipes tear* makes me proud
Delayed Turkey Day
Sorry my posts are so behind.
Black Friday almost killed me. The store stayed so full that I had to restock and reshelve stuff every 2 hours or so. Thankfully, I have a few key employees that were glad to work the day after Thanksgiving, with a little incentive of course. Anyway, back to Thanksgiving. I woke up at 5 on the morning of T-Day. After checking my email and packing the laptop, a change of clothes, my contacts case, and my cellphone charger into my brown messenger bag, I threw on a pair of jogging pants, my favorite UGA sweatshirt (btw- I am going to the game Saturday ), and my raggedy sneakers.
Fueling up on coffee, I was heading out the door when my mom called me. It turns out my sisters and their families can’t make it until this weekend. Plus, my dad isn’t feeling his best (he’s had a lot of health problems in the last year caused by his diabetes). “It would be best just to come over on Saturday.”
I slammed my coffee cup down. “Guess I won’t see you until Christmas then, mom. A friend of mine got me a ticket to the Ga, Ga Tech game this weekend.”
After a semi-awkward conversation, I promised to come a few days before Christmas and stay through the holiday and hung up. I put my pajamas back on and walked down the hall to Scott’s door. Knocking, he answered the door in jeans and a sweater. “Come to see me off?” He teased.
“Shit,” I muttered. “I forgot you were leaving. Nevermind.”
“What is it?”
“I can’t spend Thanksgiving with my family.” Then, I spilled out the whole story and cried a little when I got to the part about my dad’s fogginess episodes. “I’m sorry to pile this on you. Have a great Thanksgiving.”
He stopped me and asked if I was going to be all right until he got back the next day. I nodded, hugged him, and went back to my apartment. I called Bella, knowing it was her and Jack’s turn to host, but she had to work. “Dress nice and go eat with our families,” she suggested. “Be polite, quiet, submissive, yet opinionated, and they’ll love you.”
I called Jack to check with him. He was relieved to have a little help getting everything ready and asked when I would be over. Naturally, I packed a hanging bag with a pair of black slacks, a grey blouse, a nice pair of pumps I “borrowed” from Halley last Christmas, grabbed my messenger bag, and headed over there.
I guess in a sense all families are the same. Ask how your job, love life, and health are doing. Grill you on the details if you’re in a relationship with someone they don’t know. Give advice you know you’ll never use. You know, the usual. And, they weren’t even my family! Ain’t that something? I had a great time nonetheless and stuffed myself silly for the second time that week. The gym is calling my name, but I think I’ll take Wednesday for a run in the park instead.
-Lina (the lost and lonely puppy dog)
11.23.07
Death…I Mean, Turkey Anyone?
I took the rest of the week off after the catastrophic conversation between Edward and myself. This means I was able to ambush him as soon as he got home.
My tirade went something like this: “Edward! I’m so sorry! I should’ve talked stuff out with you instead of shooting you down! You know how much I love you-”
He interrupted me around that point, which was a blessing because I was about to start blubbering and begging. “Halley, stop. I’m sorry for springing it on you like that to begin with.”
We hugged. “So, we’re still going to your brother’s tomorrow?”
He nodded and I winced. This meant I had to cook a casserole to take there. Thankfully, I had printed out this great looking recipe for a Broccoli casserole. Edward and I took a trip to the little mom-and-pop market near our apartment, grabbing some Chinese on the way back through.
My casserole was a big hit. (thanks Bella for the advice) However, the day at Father Brother’s (that’s what I call Edward’s brother behind his back- sshh- ) house was as awkward and uncomfortable as family holidays come. They dragged us to the early-morning mass at their church? I don’t know what to call it- Because I’M NOT CATHOLIC! I just sat in the back, gripping Edward’s hand tightly, feeling very uncomfortable. We snuck out the back as it ended, waiting by the car until the rest of the holy rollers came out. I’m not an atheist, and have nothing against anybody’s religion, just don’t force it on me. The rest of the day was filled with football, off-handed comments about how me and Edward were “living in sin,” and me drinking a whole lotta wine and any other alcohol I could get my hands on.
This next bit I am quite ashamed about. We had just finished dinner, and Edward’s adopted dad had made a remark about my clothes. I was wearing a black, knee-length, pencil skirt, a shawl wrap from Burberry over a white turtle-neck, and a pair of Gucci pumps that could be seen as racy I guess. I was dressed to the nines togive a good impression, but he said it made me look like I was showing them all up.
I stood, or rather stumbled, to my feet. “Don’t piss on me just because your son, who isn’t even your son, decided he wasn’t Catholic. I am a good, respectful person (slight giggle there) and love Edward with everything I have.” I stopped to ponder my glass of wine. “It’s not hard to show up you folks anyway, treatin’ us like the trash that the wind blew in. My boss treats me better, and that’s sayin’ something!”
I stormed out, hailing one of the few cabs driving around that evening. Edward ran out behind me and pinned me against the cab. “I love you, babe. Thank you for saying what I should have. Marry me, please.”
I looked into his enormous, blue, puppy-dog eyes and said yes. Hey, I can’t resist the eyes. (plus, I was full of the drink )
We made up, I got a breath-taking ring, and I left my only casserole dish at Father Brother’s house. What a Thanksgiving.
-Halley (future wife of Teddie)
Official First Date
I’ve been working on this post for the past 2 days.
I had to go to the gym today, I ate so much last night.
After a stressful day at the store, one which I spent in my office instant messaging Scott, I came home to Wednesday. She spent the day sleeping on my bed again, so I knew I wouldn’t be bringing Scott back to my place. There is dog hair everywhere! *shudders*
After a speedy shower, I straightened my short, brown hair and dressed to drool. Looking back now, wearing fitted jeans and a tailored button-up shirt was both a good and a bad thing. I padded barefoot down the hall, carrying my cellphone and a bottle of red wine. (barefoot? you gasp- yes… I go everywhere possible barefooted. It’s the disposition of having been raised ten minutes from any other civilization.)
I knocked on his door. When he opened it, I quite possibly might have swayed forward. The man looked great in an expensive suit tailored to his large frame perfectly. He had on that adorable apron again; this time I actually looked at it. It was tan with various old food stains on it and a few new ones.
“What’s for dinner?” I asked as he let me in. I had been smelling something delicious all afternoon.
“Baked Potato Soup.”
I looked at him. “Marry me.”
We laughed and he kissed me. “Not yet.”
My brain and my hormones screamed like teenage girls at a Backstreet Boys concert (ok, Fallout Boy if you are younger than 21). “How was your day?”
He sighed. “It was a bitch, trying to fit everything in before I leave for the holiday. What are your plans for Thanksgiving?”
It was my turn to sigh. “I’m leaving Thursday morning and driving down to my parents’ house in Savannah. Get there just in time for dinner, conversation, and bedtime.”
I opened the wine as he spooned out the soup and garnished it with shredded cheese, bacon, and chooped green onion. “Are you really a chef disguised as a magazine editor?”
He laughed. “No, allrecipes.com is on my favorites list.”
I was still impressed. So impressed that I ate 2 bowls of the stuff. It was a little embarassing, but 1: I hadn’t eat anything but granola bars and coffee all day and 2: it was damn good.
After dinner, we talked as we did the dishes and drank more wine. (he has a wine fridge people!) Somehow, we looked at each other for a moment and ended up kissing on the kitchen floor.
Don’t worry, I’m not THAT easy folks. I stood up and pushed the wine bottle away. We made out like a bunch of teenagers on the couch instead. That was moving a long nicely when Halley called, sobbing into the phone. After I told Scott what was going on, he went into the kitchen, coming out carrying 2 brown paper bags. “Liquor, chocolate ice cream, and leftover cookie dough.”
I hugged him, which turned into another kissing fest. “You might turn out to be a keeper, buddy,” I said before running back to my apartment to put on my shoes and jacket.
Halley’s post covered what happened at her place, so I won’t go over it again. Check back soon for my Thanksgiving Day disasters.
-Lina (the boonies girl)
Thanksgiving Blues
I cant believe that I had to work on Thanksgiving! In the ER no less! Rooms full of bickering families, crying/fussy kids (more than usual that is).
A day full of carving knives, wishbones, heart attacks, and car accidents is definitely why I went with surgery and not the Emergency Room.
By the time I got back to my apartment, Jack was sleeping to the tree lighting thing on the tv. I piled a plate full of turkey, dressing, cornbread, green bean casserole, and grabbed a glass of tea before plopping down in the chair next to him. Some child star was ruining another song that had been sung before she was even thought about, so I muted it and ate in silence. Sweet silence. When I was finished I booted up Jack’s laptop, and started blogging.
I completely forgot to tell about my hot date the other night!! Jack took me on his company’s jet to New York to see his sister and her new baby since they couldn’t fly in this year. Made me want kids. (Jack, if you read this. Yes, we are having kids….sometime.) We ate dinner at their apartment, and Halley is really lucky that we were back in Atlanta in time for her break down. The girl has issues (I love ya babe).
Jack just woke up and wants to show me the true meaning of the Christmas spirit (maybe he’s had a few too many spirits if u catch my meaning). I understand his reasoning though. It is hard to host Thanksgiving for all your family and your fiance’s best friend without her there to back you up.
11.20.07
Chocolate…Warm…*Drool*
I spent last night going over my conversation with Scott, while Bella and Halley talked around me. I had just concluded that I had it bad for him when my laptop chirped.
From: scottieboy@yahoo.com
To: clprice2010@yahoo.com
subject: Tomorrow
Hey,
What do you think about dinner at my apartment tomorrow night?
-Scott
“Is Scott the one you flashed?” Bella asked over my shoulder.
“Is he hot?”
I smiled, then sniffed deeply. “What’s that smell?”
We went into the hallway to investigate the delicious odor with my black lab, Wednesday, getting in a tizzy over our sudden movements. I knocked on my other neighbors’ doors. “Are you cooking?”
They all looked at me like I was crazy. Maybe I am, but that would mean my friends are to I knocked on Scott’s door. I drooled a little when he came to the door bare-footed and bare-chested in baggy sweats and an apron. “I think you and Lina share a vent,” Bella said, since I was obviously indisposed at the moment.
“Lina? Oh, Caroline. I guess, why?”
“We can smell your cooking in her apartment. Hi, we’re Lina’s friends. I’m Bella and this is Halley.”
Halley mumbled an incoherent sentence as he invited us in. “Mind cheaters,” I whispered to their grinning faces. We quietly laughed as we followed him to his kitchen. Damn…. His apartment was nice. Painted with reds, golds, and browns it looked both Oriental and majesticly beautiful. Very unlike my browns, greens, and other natural colors to make mine look like an expensive, country bed and breakfast.
“I was baking cookies since I got bored with my work,” he explained at the sight of the natural disaster are kitchen.
Halley elbowed me. “If Lina cooked when she got stuck with her work, we’d all be overweight.”
I kicked her shin and walked over to the cooling rack. The man has more cooking tools (AND a Cooling Rack! whew- I needed a cooling rack right then) than my mother and her catering friend.
“Cookie?” He offered a light brown mass of chocolate chips to me.
Biting into it, I felt like I had just had mind-blowing sex. It’s been a while since thats been the case.
“Well?”
I mumbled appreciatively and nodded and he handed one each to Bella and Halley.
An hour later, the four of us together had demolished his cookies and it was time for Bella and Halley to go home. “Hope I didn’t ruin your girls’ night,” Scott remarked as I helped him clean up.
I laughed and threw a towel at him. “Girls plus warm chocolate equals you just won major points buddy.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow night then?”
“Definitely. I’ll just have to turn off my phone so those two won’t be calling and begging for food.”
He walked me to my door (so sweet) and as I was saying good night, he leaned in for a kiss. The kiss lasted ten minutes. I almost dragged him into my apartment. Be strong, Lina; hold out for at least your first real date. Jeez
-Lina
11.19.07
The EX and El Vecino
As soon as Bella left, I had headed over to Halley’s job, half-heartedly promising my employees that I’d be back to help in an half-hour. Yeah, right. I ended up talking to Halley in her office for 2 hours. She apologized for not telling me about Him, saying she was protecting me. *Que dumbstruck look*
“You have got to come up with better excuses,” I told her, standing up to leave. On the outside, I was pissed, but on the inside, I could feel a piece of my heart start to crack. After all this time, I was still the worst friend-finder ever.
She grabbed my arm, and I almost swung at her, ready to knock her off her Gucci pumps. “He called me because he was asking permission to date you.”
I laughed. “Well… wow” 
He was sexy and all that jazz, but completely not worth the pain.) I have enough pain with the holidays coming like a slow-speed train is coming toard me and I’m stuck on the tracks, unable to move… watching it creep ever so.
After we talked about her skirmish with Eddie, (that’s what I’m calling the non-existent fight) I went home and turned up the Nickelback, which is the ultimate music with songs for every occasion. I had just started singing along with “Another Hole In The Head” when there was loud knocking on my door.
Throwing on my glasses, pulling my hair into a clumsy bun, and checking for clothes (no more flashing for the rest of the year), I answered the door. It was my mucho caliente vecino. He waved and I stifled a laugh. “Good afternoon.”
“Hi.” Again, I’m so eloquent in the best situations! As he was about to say something I blurted, “I’m sorry I showed up naked to my door. I’m a little hungover and was in the shower. I’d like to start over if that is possible. My name is Caroline.”
He laughed. His laugh was like molasses to diabetes, making me feel shaky and giving me a rush. “Scott.” Buzz cut, dirty blonde hair, not-fake tan, Paul-Newman blue eyes, and the muscles of a weight lifter completed this ensemble of yum.
We instantly hit it off. Over coffee down the street, I learned he had moved here from Alabama to take a job at a popular magazine as their new editor-in-chief. As I laughed, (it’s a woman’s magazine) he touched my hand for the briefest second and said, “Would you like to go to dinner?”
“I have plans tonight, but here’s my email address. Email me tomorrow with details.”
“Bet on it. I want to know about you next time,” he added as he got up and walked away.
I spent the rest of the day replaying the view of his butt in those Dockers as he left.
11.18.07
First Time
Bella here. It’s my first time EVER doing this blogging stuff, so go easy on me (that means you Lina). 
Anyway, between Jack (my lovey, Hot, OhMyGod Hunky fiance) and work, I don’t really have time to blog. I work at Crawford Long Hospital in the metro area as an intern specializing in plastics.
Plastics is not all Butt Lifts, Face Lifts and Liposuction. Last week, my resident helped a man walk again by grafting muscle and skin onto a man’s leg after a tiger attacked him at work. The man works at the zoo if you were staring at the screen confused as to what job this man might have.
I took lunch to Lina today. I hurt for her so much sometimes. (please don’t hurt me for saying this Lina) She doesn’t have anybody to support her. Her parents live in Savannah, so she doesn’t get to see them much. She’s been single for a few years now since her last consistent boyfriend broke up with her after Thanksgiving. She’s so strong and stubborn, yet she’s extremely shy and vulnerable around other people. Took me a year to get her to completely trust me. I am bound and determined to get her a boyfriend before Xmas.
Send me good luck and pray for me please? 
I know she won’t ever say it, but pray for Lina; she needs the special help in order to finish her novel and get it off her back.
Over to Halley, who I don’t know what is going on with her. She “forgot” to tell Lina about The EX calling and just told us about Edward’s new job a few days ago. I swear the girl is scatter-brained. She is just as shut up inside as Lina, but talks way more than her. We have learned not to mention politics, art, controversies, drugs, or racial AnyThing to her. It just makes for a better environment for us all.
Well, I got to get off Jack’s computer now. He’s been tapping his foot at me for 10 minutes now. Hold Your Horses! Beotch!
