Sunday, April 11, 2010

"... You do something to me that I can't explain..."

Pet peeve:

People who slop coffee and cream all over the milk/creamer counter at coffee shops and then don't wipe up after themselves.

Seriously? There are napkins right there nex
t to the stirrers and sugar packets you just used. Pick up a napkin, wipe up the mess you created and be on your way.

The irritation I feel about these people is so irrationally, fiery hot. And what's worse is that *I* then feel compelled to wipe up the mess if they don't!

The baristas and I are not your maids, Pigpens!

I think to myself every time I see this happen: "What would your mother think?" Although, maybe their mothers always cleaned up every spill they ever made which would make sense given that as adults, these people still expect someone else to clean up their messes.

Have a happy, slop-free Sunday everyone!

By the way, it's daffodil season in Pittsburgh!








Tuesday, March 30, 2010

"...ah don't you believe we're on the eve of distruction..."

Twitter is destroying my urge to blog.

Do you tweet, dear readers? (if I have any left!)

It's an odd thing, that Twitter. You can say anything, any time to anyone. I don't hold on to bits of stories and turn them into blog posts anymore. I just tweet away all day long and by the time I get home at night, there's nothing left to talk about!

I miss blogging, though. There's something nice about being able to type more than 140 characters to tell a story.

All is well in PT world. Jason is off on his annual trip to Moab (he'll be back Sunday - and not a moment too soon. My heart is aching to be with him.) Sara is graduating from Law School in May. And yours truly got a fairly impressive promotion at work starting July 1.

And it's going to be like, 80 freaking degrees in Pittsburgh on Friday! That alone is worth this post.

I miss you guys. Are you still out there?

*hugs*

Thursday, January 21, 2010

"...beauty school dropout, no graduation day for you..."

I'm not sure why I never mentioned it before, but Jason rescued a German Shepherd a couple weeks before Christmas.

The doggie's name is Zeus and he is GINORMOUS. 100 pounds and a little underweight at this point.

Photos really don't do his size justice. But photos do show how gorgeous he is:


On January 5th, he ran after a deer when Jason let him out to tinkle and was missing for 8 days. Those 8 days happened to be the coldest yet in Pgh this winter and Jason and I had visions of poor Zeus freezing to death out in the streets of Pittsburgh.

We canvased neighborhoods with fliers, fielded dozens of phone calls from people who claimed they saw Zeus and held multiple stakeouts in areas he was "last seen."

We were told by naysayers that we weren't going to find him and that since we only had him for a month that we should just get over it. To this, we replied, "But we already love him. He's like our kid." To this, everyone laughed at us.

As it turns out, Zeus found his way back to his original owner (3 miles from Jason's house) who didn't know how to contact us until he saw one of our posters. So Zeusy was actually on this guy's couch eating bon-bons for 7 days while we thought he was dead or well on his way to like, fucking Cleveland or somewhere equally scary.

I don't think I've ever been as relieved about anything my life the way I was last Thursday when Jason called me to tell me he had Zeus in his arms.

Interestingly enough, Jason had the opportunity to talk to Zeus' original owner about Zeus' past.

It turns out Zeus was trained to be a police dog and was actually working with the Pittsburgh Police for 9 months before he flunked out. He was returned to his owner, presumably because he's too sweet and quite honestly just doesn't listen that well. His original owner had, in the meantime, had adopted a rottweiler and didn't have the ability to take care of two huge dogs. So Zeusy got taken to the Animal Rescue League. And then along came Jason and the rest is history.

Phew.

So that's what's been up with us the past couple of weeks.

Adopting Zeus then losing Zeus and then finding Zeus has made this an unbelievably stressful month.

The losing of Zeus in particular put an enormous strain on Jason and me and our relationship. All we did was cry and sleep. We didn't talk. We didn't touch. We stopped being playful with each other. All we did was wallow in sadness about sweet Zeusy being gone from our lives.

Things have gone back to normal now and clearly we're going to need to work on finding better ways to deal with sad things that happen to us.

So anyway.

Back to your regularly scheduled Peace Turkey. :-)

Thursday, December 31, 2009

"...I wish everyone was loved tonight..."

So Happy New Year everyone!

You know, I've never been a big New Year's Eve party person. I'm one of those rare few who goes into an introspective and emo mood on NYE instead of a woohoo party mood. This usually means I end the night in weepy, self-indulgent tears. Not tears of sadness, just tears from being over-wrought.

Jason and I are heading down to my parents' house tonight after I get off work for a quiet dinner at with them and Sara at The Grand Valley Inn, a sweet little family owned restaurant a few minutes from my parents' house. It's nothing fancy or pretentious. But what it lacks in granduer it makes up in delicious food and lovely wine selections. And it's kinda nice that on a night like tonight when dance clubs and chain resteraunts are packed to the gills, we can go to a place that's completely under the radar.

If you're a woohoo person - be careful tonight.

If you're a weepy emo - come, let's have a group hug.

Best wishes for a gentle, peaceful 2010 that's full of grace and love.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

"...you pull me closer to love..."

Last year I got flatware from Jason for Christmas. He's so practical. And it was our first time exchanging gifts. And to be honest, the gifts I gave him weren't so hot either. So.

....

...this year...

....I got Jason a few goofy gifts and a glass-blowing workshop at the
Pittsburgh Glass Center since he's fearless about learning new things and loves making things.

...he got me a box of plastic forks. To be a smart ass, you see.

And he also got me this ASS-KICKING Trek Woman Specific bike! It accommodates the HIPS and the BUTT and the narrower shoulders! It's lovely! And it's BLUE! And now I can pedal with him on the countless trails around Pittsburgh!


It was wrapped and everything under his cute little tree. I wish I had taken a picture of it wrapped with that big red bow.



w00t!

Christmas was fleeting as always but it was lovely and peaceful and filled me up with so much love because I got to spend three whole days with my family and Jason. That was the best gift of all.

(Oh please who am I kidding? The fancy bike was the best part. ;-D )

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

"... I cannot live, I can't breathe unless you do this with me..."

My parents met on a blind date set up by my dad's uncle who at the time happened to work with my mom.

Twenty-eight years later, they're still together and still hold hands and look at each other with goo-goo eyes.

Here's the thing fun part: They got married two weeks after their blind date. They went to Atlantic City and were married by a Justice of the Peace. They'd both been married before, both been cheated on and run-out on. And when they met each other, they just knew.

My mom's mom (Nana) was not convinced Mama PT knew what she was doing. Nana didn't understand what her preppy, Presbyterian, Evan-Piccone-suite-wearing-school-librarian-daughter saw in Papa PT - a rough and tough electrician who wore belt buckles and cowboy boots and sported permed hair (Hey, it was the late 80's ok?) and *gasp* was a Croat and Catholic!

So when Ma PT went to Nana to tell her that they were doing to Atlantic City on May 18th, 1981 to get married, Nana's response was "Oh no you're not."

They got married anyway. And eventually, Nana accepted Pa PT. Not when Sara was born a year later. Not when I was born a year after that. It wasn't until a decade later when Nana was sick and Papa PT drove her to dialysis three times a week that Nana finally loved my dad - and actually told him as much.

... This is all to say that it hasn't always been easy for Ma PT to accept Jason. In fact, for the majority of the first year we were together, my mom actively disliked him in much the same way Nana actively disliked my dad - without provocation or reason. She has gotten warmer with Jason and Jason knows he needs to work for it a bit too.

Last night, Ma PT and I were talking and randomly - in the middle of talking about Christmas cookies and the Christmas Day dinner menu - my mom said to me, "I don't know if you've noticed, but I've been more accepting of Jason. I'm not going to be to you how my mother was with me."

So we had a little cry about that and then we went back to talking about sugar cookies. Like you do.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

"...Is this the way it's really going down..."

Today's post is a guest post by my favorite person, Fashionista0921.

Fashionista, whether she realizes it or not, is a such a feminist in how she has dealt with everything these past months. She turned inward. She became introspective. And she focused on herself instead of turning into one of those stark, raving mad "women scorned" that society wants and expects every woman to become after a breakup. For this, I bestow upon her an honorary doctorate in Feminist Theory from PT University. :-)

Enjoy!

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I recent article over at the New York Times over here got me thinking... to Facebook or not to Facebook?!


About 9 or so months ago, you all know by now that my person and I took a break. We had known each other for over two years and were officially dating for a year and seven months. Times got a bit tough and we decided to take a break, a break I thought I knew would end with us back together. But that didn't happen. While on Facebook one day, I discovered he was in a new relationship, which tore my soul and heart to pieces. How could the person I thought I wanted to spend forever with do this to me? Did the really happen to me?

As you from my previous posting on PT, this was one of the hardest and most rewarding times of my life. As much as I think no one should go through the feelings of heart break and self doubt as I went though, it really made me realize alot of things about myself. Through it all, I discovered how strong and amazing I am. I know now what I wish I would have realized then. Things aren't going to work out with this past relationship, but I now know what I want and what I diserve in a partner. I'm im terrified, excited, and freaked-out as hell to start dating again. But I'm mostly excited to see what's in store for me.

This all beings me to the question- To Facebook or not to Facebook?

After Facebook crushed my heart, I asked PT to change my password and not tell me. I still wanted to remain on Facebook but I didnt want to have the opportunity to stalk my past person, his and our friends, and his new person. I couldn't watch his new life unfold before my eyes - a life at the time that I still wanted to be a part of. The most important part of my healing process came when I told PT to pull the plug, to delete my Facebook account completely. And it sure as hell felt good. I've been Facebook free for about 4 months or so, and it has been great.

But recently, I have been thinking about bringing it back.

I've lost touch with some friends and relatives, and I'm starting to think that maybe its hindering myself in entering the dating world. Guys I meet can't stalk me on Facebook. They can't find out if we have mutual friends, what people are writing on my way or even what crazy bumper sticker someone has given me. Hell, I dont even know what Facebook can tell you about people these days, but I'm sure its TMI.

I know this all sounds crazy, but I think guys are timid to approach a girl without first feeling a sense of comfort and an acceptance that is a girl is interested in you. Maybe Facebook does this for our generation. Maybe finding out information about a person before you ask them out is a comfort level we are all getting a bit too comfortable with. Isn't that what dating is all about? Discovering a person?

Writing this has helped me flesh things out and I think I've answered my own question - I'm not going to return Facebook anytime soon. But you can catch me at my blog or on Twitter (@fashionista0921)

But what do you think... Facebook or not?

(This post totally made me feel like SJP typing away abot relationships on her mac. WIN!)