You never know what you are going to find.

Earlier tonight, as I sat down on the couch to watch the season premiere of Grey's Anatomy, I pulled my feet up on the couch with me. "Hmmm" I thought to myself. "What's that on my foot?" Oh yeah, something hard and pointy to play with. I sat there, watching Grey's Anatomy through a few commercial breaks, twirling the strange little white thing that I had found stuck to my foot, poking my fingertips with this thing that I obviously picked up off of my living room floor. That is until I realized what I had been twirling around and playing for probably the first half of the show....want to know what it was?

Come on, take a guess!

Have you guessed yet?

It was an escapee clipped toenail....yup, I clipped my toenails the other night and apparently I had an escapee that found it's way into the furry depths of my carpet. And which I promptly picked up on my foot and proceeded to play with.

Can't really decide if it's really as gross as it probably should be.

Have you ever?

Have you ever found yourself walking down a grocery isle talking to yourself, when someone walks around the corner and catches you doing it?

I'm not sure if I've ever mentioned this little fact about myself but I talk to myself a lot. I will sit at home by myself and just starting talking about random shit. I normally justify it because my dog is hanging around and it's totally cool to be caught talking to your pet, right? But it's completely not cool to be caught talking to yourself when you are walking through the isles of your local grocery store...especially when the person that rounds the corner and catches you doing it is a pretty good looking guy that if, I hadn't been caught up in talking to myself, I might have tried to flash a smile at.

Did I mention that I went to the grocery...that my sole purpose of going to the grocery store tonight...was to purchase an item that I wanted, that once I stood in front of at the grocery store, I realized I had a completely full container of it at home. I am totally losing my mind. I wish I had a better excuse for why I was losing my mind, like say I had been up drinking and partying it up all week, but no, it is because, I have already worked almost 48 hours...that means that after working an 8 hour day tomorrow, I will have worked 16 hours of overtime. Did I mention that I am salaried, which means I don't get paid for those 16 hours of overtime. Did I also mention that I was so busy at work today, that I didn't eat lunch until 6 pm today. Instead the lunch I bought just sat on my desk all day because I was so busy I didn't think about putting it in the fridge...which means when 6pm rolled around and I had a moment to breath, I bite into my sandwich and realized how disgustingly soggy and warm it was...I ate half of it anyways, I hadn't eaten in 8 hours after all!

So that was my day...how was yours?

I Jumped...and I'm even more confused than before.

I recently wrote this post about the dog park guy. I finally jumped off the cliff. After running into him evening after evening, after having hour-long conversation after hour-long conversation at the park, on Friday night I finally asked him if he wanted to catch a movie on Saturday night. Now I realize I may have committed a mortal sin by asking him to a movie, because apparently a movie is not the #1 choice for a first date but (a) he doesn't drink coffee, so a coffee date wouldn't work (b) he doesn't drink alcohol so going for a beer wouldn't sound too appealing to him and (c) I know that I really should have asked him a month ago when it was warm enough to say 'hey, I am going to take Sierra (my dog) to the lake this weekend, have any interest in joining me? However there is now snow in the mountains so...so I asked him to catch a movie because I, obviously, am not creative enough to come up with some other uber creative first date experience (I have been hanging out with Shannon all day and have officially stolen her word for use on my blog because she has been using it ALL DAY).

Anywho, back to the story...

After a brief hesitation (that had me completely freaked out all night long even though it maybe lasted 2 seconds and seemed like more of a 'having to get over the shock of me asking him to a movie' than a 'what the hell do I say because I really don't want to go out with this girl' kind of hesitation) he said yes. I gave him my number and told him to give me a call the next day.

Saturday morning rolls around. I get up and go to my monthly massage (yes, I get a massage once a month, especially now that I have convinced my grandma that she likes them too and she now offers to pay for them as long as I grace her with my presence for a lunch date afterwards, she's finally learned she just has to bribe me to get me to spend time with her....I sound like a horrible grand-daughter, but I am a busy woman after all). When I get done with my massage I have a message waiting for me...

I could easily stop the story here and keep you all wondering what the message says (and split up this story into multiple blogs, thus getting credit with my avid readers for writing more than twice a week), but I continue...

Here is the message, word for word (I had to listen to it like 10 times to get this right, but this is only the beginning of my confusion so I wanted to share it with you...

"Ginger...Dog Park Guy here. It's about 10 to 12 on Saturday...I forgot that us brothers are going to Street Vibrations tonight, it's the last night so...so we will have to do this another time, but I do want to go to the movies some...one of these days so ah, I will ah, see ya out walking and we'll talk then. Buh bye."

Now a few details, he did actually mean his gang of bothers (his actual relatives, not his bro's) so he wasn't ditching me for his friends, just his brothers. I had also made a comment the night before about how I hated Street Vibrations. I am not into motorcycles at all and truthfully, the gangs of bikers that take over the streets of Reno every September piss me off and only aggravates my minor case of road rage.

So, I don't really know what to think about that. I didn't call him back (which may have been another mortal dating sin) but he didn't actually say give me a call and he didn't leave me a number to call him back at (I had it via my cell phone caller ID, but the night before I had only given him my number, not visa versa). I am starting to realize how bad I am at this whole trying to pick up a guy for anything other than just sex thing but that's a whole 'nother jar of pickles that were are going to leave closed for now.

I spent the rest of the day obsessing about this, and having Shannon obsess about it even more than me.

Then this morning rolls around. For those of you who don't know my schedule, on the days that I have my dog (I have joint custody with my parents) I walk her in the mornings (rain or shine, blizzard or heat wave, I am out there). Most nights I also walk my dog. I only run into Dog Park Guy at night. At this point I had decided I would just going to go with the flow, see how things went the next time I ran into him at the park (I generally see him Sunday nights), and go from there. I was finishing up my walk and I ran into his mom.

As a side note he is currently living with his mom, but not in the "creepy sci-fi addict living in his mom's basement way". More in the "he had a lot of personal shit to work through and moving back in with his mom for a while was what he needed to help him get out of the shitty situation he was in" way. I have also been through ever rationale in my head for why I like a guy who is living with his mother and I realize I completely shouldn't be attracted to a guy who lives with him mom, but I am completely infatuated. I also realize that I may have made more out of the situation than is possibly there and that I have rationalized liking a guy who lives with him mom because I am desperate and there are no other potential men in my life at the moment. I also fully admit that I may have gone completely crazy and you are stuck reading my delusional rantings. Sucks for you if that is the case.

I digress...

I ran into his mom and another lady walking their dogs. I joined them for the rest of the walk and near the end, the other lady made a comment about how it must have put a damper on Street Vibrations because of the weather we were having (rainy, cold and overcast instead of the normal 70's and sunny September weather we have). I mean what else do you talk about with almost complete strangers except the weather? All of the sudden, his mom says "So I heard Dog Park Guy passed on the movies with you to go to Street Vibrations last night."

What? Huh? Ummm? WHAT? What was I supposed to say to that? So I respond with a response that will hopefully defer the spotlight I feel is shining on my at this moment "Oh, ah, yeah...So how was it, did they have fun?"

"No, not really. You know they all go (referring to him and his brothers) every year but I guess this year there weren't that many people there and they didn't have much stuff to buy." To which the other lady says "Sounds like he should have gone to the movies with you instead."

At this point, I am completely confused. We finish the walk and go our separate ways. Would he have told his mom about the movies if he didn't seriously plan on going, and did he really just forget that he had other plans? Or did he get caught calling me saying he couldn't go, and had to explain himself (or something like that)?


So I jumped...but i don't think I've landed yet.

Coffee

I have been a bonafide coffee addict since, oh, 7th grade. Yeah, I know...I started early. Ironically, it's my mom's fault because when she would drive me to school (when I missed the bus) we would stop at the local coffee shop because every woman in my family is, as well, a bonafide coffee addict. You ask why that is ironic. Because, even though I am 25, my mom gives me a hard time when I need my daily cup of coffee (ok, really my daily vanilla latte).

Now, there are 2 issues with me being a coffee addict. I am not a normal coffee addict, I am a foo-foo coffee addict. Which means I am rarely satisfied by a cup of brew from my coffee maker at home. Which means I spend way too much money on way too much caffeine at my local coffee shop. Which means my wallet is shelling out around $4.00 a day for the aforementioned latte. The other problem is that it is starting to make me sick. It started about 3 weeks ago. All the sudden, one day, I finished my daily latte and about an hour later, I had the worse acid reflux I have ever had. I originally thought it might be a fluke but nope, it happened every day after that. Guess my body was telling me, "no more coffee! I can't handle it anymore!"

So carefully, for the past week, I have been attempting to wean myself off of coffee. I have been drinking chai, I have been drinking very small amounts of coffee, I have been drinking black tea, I have been drinking green tea...did I mention, with the exception of chai, I don't particularly like tea?

So for the past week, I have been in a coffee-less (well almost coffee-less) partial delirium and have been working at about half speed. Not good for work! Good thing my boss is on vacation! But on the otherhand, my stomach is feeling fabulous (I might have even lost a little weight) and my wallet is gaining a few $$$.

CCC's (aka Crazy Cell Companies)

This weekend I drove to Elko (from Sparks) for work. For those of you unfamiliar with the area, imagine driving 300 miles with nothing but a bunch of sagebrush, a few muddy puddles and lots and lots of empty space to stare at for 4 1/4 hours. Oh yeah, the occasional cow or car as well. And McDonald's, apparently every small, hick-ass town in Nevada has to have a McDonald's.

I am one of those people that has 2 cell phones (that was a smooth change of subject huh?). I have my personal cell phone and my work cell phone. They are through different providers, but apparently both providers suck (or have some really bored little people working in those cell phone towers sending out crazy little messages to people's cell phones). The following things happened to one, or both of my cell phones during my drive through Boredom (aka central Nevada).

• One of my phones would randomly switch to reading the correct time to being 2 hours ahead. It would switch back and forth for no apparent reason.
• I could overhear random conversations while I was on the phone....
• ...that is when my phones would work.
• And last but my favorite....Randomly, the following message appeared on one of my cell phones "Say yes or no". When I opened the phone, it disappeared...after that I couldn't seem to get the George Straight song out of my head.

What? I know you are either confused because you were expecting some UFO story (I was driving through the Nevada desert, come on! But alas, you are out of luck) or you are probably asking yourself, "what the hell is Ginger talking about? Did she have a point?" And to that I say, Nope...not a single one, I just had nothing better to talk about so you just got to experience one of Ginger's Random Ramblings.

I know, I know...

That I haven't posted in like a week. Sorry about that, I haven't much felt like writing, too much work, not enough sleep, and my attempt to wean myself off of my daily latte has left me in a mild state of unproductive delirium and apparently my brain hasn't been able to function the boring happenings of my daily life. How's that for an excuse for not blogging?

Something wrong with this situation?

Is it wrong that I just watched The Biggest Loser while eating half a chocolate bar and a few cookies?


Probably huh...


But the chocolate bar and cookies were really good.