cindy's world

I made corn chowder last nite for dinner after jujitsu and settled down with a “Friends” DVD in the living room. The next thing I knew, it was 7:15am. I went upstairs, turned off my beeping alarm clock, and ignored the nearly audible voice chanting “Don’t lie down on the bed. Don’t lie down on the bed.” Next thing I knew, it was 8:15am. Argh.

This hampers my lunch plans. I didn’t get my morning shower in, so I’m gonna (this is so lame) go to the gym at lunch and shower there. Then I’m not going to work out, because I need to renew my passport at the local post office at lunch. Usually the post office is closed by the time I get off work. I am going to skip jujitsu tonite – even the simple back falls last nite hurt my back severely – so I can go to the gym after work. Then I’m gonna go home and vacuum the house, maybe tidy up a bit, sort and file my paid bills.

Ooh. Watch out, Cindy. You’re livin’ on the edge of the fast life.

I added a bunch of pages to this blogsite. See bar at right. Let me know if you guys enjoy them! They took me forever to put together and format. Especially the Latin one.

I got permission to blog about this.

Our criminal trial got a late verdict today and we had 4 deputies backing up my bailiff when I read the verdicts. One deputy is a friend of mine and he was showing an overtimer, a stranger to me, the ins and outs of our courthouse. The following conversation took place (unbeknownst to me until just now) as the courtroom was being prepared for taking the verdicts.

New guy: She’s really pretty.
Friend guy: Wait till you see her stand up.
[Right then I was instructed by the judge to go get something, so I left my desk and walked out the back door of the courtroom. In my fitted sweater and plaid skirt.]
New guy: Whoa! Very nice! [or something to that effect, I may have misquoted a bit] How’d you mess that up?
Friend guy: I’m an idiot.

Later on down in lock-up, apparently there was another conversation about me between these guys and another regular bailiff in the building.
Regular bailiff: She recently broke up with this doctor she’d been seeing. You single?
Friend guy: Yeah, but we’ve just been really good friends for too long.

The reason why the 2nd conversation is notable is…I never told that bailiff about my social status. He’d heard thru “the grapevine.” How come I try to plant the rumor seed that I’m a lesbian and that didn’t take (I even went so far as to hit on our waitress in front of everybody at a restaurant/bar), and I break up and everybody knows?

It can’t only be me who thinks it’s wrong to secure a date for the oncoming weekend with the expectation of breaking up with your significant other by then. What if the new person said yes and it turns out, the breakup doesn’t happen? From my experience, a breakup is rarely as simple as the compound word suggests. It’s more like a gruelingpainfulelogonatedargumentendingingrudgesandtearsandpsychosis-untilonepartymeetssomebodyelse.

Mine’s broken. If I had doubts before about my ability, I now know.

My reporter came in a few minutes ago and told me that a man at the gym was talking about me to her. He told her that I should smile, and that he never sees me smile.
That’s the point! I don’t wanna have to change gyms again! If I don’t already know you, I’m likely not gonna get to know you because I don’t want you hitting on me, stalking me, or interrupting my workout. (Yes, that is the reason I’ve changed gyms like 4 times already. I should post some of the stalker emails I’ve received.) I accept that some people see the gym as a meat market. I’ll just deal with that in my own way: by not making eye contact, not initiating contact with people, eliminating all the idle time I can in between exercises by supersetting everything.

I listed my house for sale with a realtor today. Sometimes you just need a change and the only way to make that change is to uproot completely. I also put in for a transfer to another courthouse. There’s nothing to be scared of, right? I’m competent and I can be social, make new friends, learn new procedures. I will be making a pretty large profit on my house, so I am also going to trade in my car this weekend for something less gas-guzzling, like a Toyota Corolla. Definitely not getting a dark-colored car anymore, either. Something white or beige is good, so I don’t have to get the tinted windows this time to decrease the heat. I think I’ll rent an apartment near the new work location for awhile and save up money to put into new property. That may mean I need to get rid of the cat, but I’m sure I can find nice new parents for him.

Problems:
1. I need a second reason for skipping jujitsu today (the first being that I want to give my body another day to heal).
2. I overate at lunch and therefore need something to balance me out.
Solution:
I drove to the Norwalk Sheriff’s Station after work and donated blood to the American Red Cross.

I almost couldn’t donate because the donor’s iron content needs to be at least 38%. My blood drop floated on the solution, did a little dance near the surface, so they decided to spin the blood to see the exact iron content. 38%.
I met some people my age who work in the next building at City Hall, and we had a good time at the snacks table (where we’re required to sit and hydrate/snack for 15 mins after donating) laughing about all the 80s dance moves, like the cabbage patch, the reebok, the robot, the snake, the smurf, the Kid-n-Play. Gawd, the 80s were not only a fashion disaster, but lame as well.
I glanced at the sign-in sheet before I left and was disappointed to find that none of my coworkers had donated. I tried to get people I ran into as I left to come with me, but even the big burly men who you figure had gallons of blood to spare said, “No, I NEED my blood.”
Learned a few interesting things today. A 3-month stay anywhere in Europe (3 months collectively, doesn’t have to be consecutively) permanently disqualifies a donor from giving blood. I can’t do heavy exercise or weight lifting for the next 5 hours. What a great reason to get out of jujitsu.

Side note: Hey, I just realized this is my 100th blog entry! I’m glad it’s a good-cause post.

Vacuuming – check.
Laundry – check.
Change winter flannel sheets to summer sateen sheets – check.
Remove Dodo’s winter coat with comb – check.
Wash dishes – check.
Shower – check.
Next: going to visit the ‘rents and washing my car at their house. Probably having dinner there, too. (My car is once again at that stage where it has not only changed color, but also changed shape from the generous layer of dust and road grime covering.)

Where the hell do people get off contacting MY closest friends to bitch about me, (admittedly to me) hoping and expecting that my friends will take his side and come to me to tell me off?! What the HELL is that? My ex has NO rapport with my friend, he’s met her twice and both times, very briefly, and he thinks he can write her long-ass emails out of nowhere manipulating events, as if she weren’t there with me thru all the crap and KNEW step-by-step what was going on with me, and win her over to his side so that she would tell me off for him?! He’s got to be delusional AND insane! And what a huge freaking ego! Well, what can I expect from someone who has no loyalties of his own? I am just…incredulous, and incredibly offended.
Update 11:32pm:
Called him to say if he’s got beef with me, to bring it to me, not to my friends because does he realize how retarded he looks bitching about me to my friends who KNEW everything that he’d done AS they were being done to me? He said he does have beef with me but doesn’t want to deal with it. But he wants to throw it in my friend’s lap and have me deal with it indirectly? How obscenely chickenshit is this?! Man, it’s been a long time since I’ve cussed like this.