Almost Famous For Almost A Day

Recently I've been hanging out with this woman I met at work and if you heard me talk about her you'd think I was obsessed with her...because I kinda am (in the most platonic, non stalker way possible). I wish I could give you a logical reason why but logic and I have never been friends... Me being me, it doesn't hurt that she has a voice like a Disney Princess (this hadn't occurred to me until my friend Dolo pointed it out but now I can't un-hear it and, as such, I'm addicted to listening to her talk), she's absolutely in love with the color pink (further Disney Princess vibes), goes out of her way to make people feel special (she's a self described people pleaser, an affliction from which I also suffer) and is just genuinely...awesome. So am I telling you this because I want the world to know how amazing Lavender is? No (okay maybe), I'm telling you because my "obsession" with Lavender reminds me of someone who seems to find me as fascinating as I do her; Patrick. Patrick is one of my cousin Teri's closest friends, who is married to one of her other very close friends Sara (not to be confused with her best friend and "twin" Sarah, that part of the family seems to have a thing where the important people in their lives all share a name). In addition to being a firefighter and father of two, Patrick is funny and outgoing and, for reasons known only to himself, reads this blog religiously. To the point that he's annoyed that I don't post more often! I love it. Despite my random ramblings about whatever trivial thing is on my mind, Patrick reads my musings faithfully. (I don't even know how he found this blog). As a result, I feel like a celebrity with a massive fan base (of exactly one). He knows my birthday and seems to follow up on my (usually uneventful) life. So, how do I say thank you to my number one fan? Well, today is his birthday so I figured it was the perfect opportunity to let him know how much I appreciate his readership and his presence in my life. HAPPY BIRTHDAY PATRICK!!!! This post is dedicated to you!

What I Think is For All Time is Momentary...

Or reason #2,990,786 why cats are easier than people. So I'm at work listening to three of my co-workers talk about getting wasted in the the city a few weekends ago and I have two thoughts; 1. thank God I wasn't invited. 2. Why wasn't I invited. These are women I've hung out with several times before so why didn't they ask me if I wanted to go get drunk in the city? Despite typing that I feel the need to point out that NO PART OF ME WANTS TO GET DRUNK IN THE CITY. Or anywhere else for that matter but, unfortunatly, my brain does a thing whenever I see people doing things without me where it attaches absurd meaning to what I logically know is (likely) meaningless. It goes like this: People I'm friends with do something without me (to be clear, this only applies to situations in which I wasn't invited, not times when I was invited but couldn't/didn't want to go). I ask myself why I wasn't invited (regardless of whether I would have actually wanted to go). I come up with logical reasons as to why I wasn't invited. I throw those reasons out the window, instead working myself into a frenzy about how my friends don't really like me. Why do I do this, you ask? Well as soon as I figure it out, I'll post an update. The simple fact is, I've been doing this my entire life. Sometimes I think I spend more time anticipating the end of friendships than enjoying them. No wonder I like cats better than people; the only thing I have to worry about with Carbon (current cat) is keeping her off the counter. And figuring out what food she feels like eating today. And why the hell she's meowing at me (What. Does. She. Want???). And taking her for walks (yes, I walk my cat. On a pink leash). And, And...oh well, still easier than humans.