Am I really as neurotic as I feel?

So I was perusing the MSN message boards (what can I say, I was bored).  One of the topics being discussed was the boyfriend/fiance/husband taking really long to get ready and the women always have to wait for them.  This post was probably the most insightful...

I was nuts about my boyfriend, Tony, but there were issues where it seemed like I was angry most of the time.  One of the issues was his always being late (except as a poster further up noted, he knew how to be on time for work!).  I ended up going to a therapist to get some clarity.  I told her, "I know I'm just being sensitive about the issue of being late, I take it personally, and I feel like he's telling me my time and my feelings don't matter."  She looked me in the eyes and replied, "That's what I think, too."  Oh.

There was another point brought up where chronic tardiness stems from needing to be in control.  This makes sense too.  I'm a CTP (chronically tardy person)...5-15 minutes late.  I can be on time (or not as late as usual) when it's something important or other people are involved (I don't like to make other people late, but if it's just me I don't care as much).  But I generally run on my own time.  I blame it on my inability to control my putzing.  I like to putz.  I'm a putzer.

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27 years, 1 week

So to celebrate my birthday (this time with local friends, as opposed to last weekend, which was with non-local friends and family in Minneapolis), a bunch of us (a gaggle, really) went out last night to this awesome restaurant for dinner, then we went to a lounge.  I won't go into great detail, but drinks were had, dancing was done, and D took pictures of me shaking my ass in front of everybody (a few of us birthday gals got called up and we had to do the Hokey Pokey).  This has seriously been one of the best birthdays ever.  I got a sombrero, a lot of little pink flamingos and a lobster made out of pipe cleaners, homemade truffles, seasons 1 and 2 of The Office, a book by Amy Sedaris (courtesy of D, of course), 3 fantastic dinners (one Mexican, one sort of Hawaiian, one Italian), a lot of great drinks, and of course fun with most of my closest friends.  What else could a girl ask for?

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Happy Thanksgiving!!

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We figured out who the ghost is, with more help from the magic 8 ball.  It's a former employee who died a couple years ago...very nice old guy who just loved what he did.  So that's kinda cool.

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D2 and I are convinced there's a ghost at work.  We hear random noises; the most common one is an electric pencil sharpener.  It's a distinct noise, as I'm sure you know, and it's hard to mistake it for something else.  We were at work tonight with at most 2 other people in the building, and we heard the noise at least a handful of times.  We also heard sort of a scraping noise a few times and the sound of a magazine being dropped to the floor.  So with the help of a magic 8 ball, here's what we found out:

There is a ghost.
The ghost is friendly.
The ghost is a he.
He doesn't like to sharpen pencils.
He has to sharpen pencils.
(this is the one where we totally cracked up)...D2 said "Wow, you must be in a living hell" and just happened to turn the magic 8 ball over, and it said "Yes."  Great stuff.

So even though I'm rather excited about the ghost (we have yet to name him, btw), I'm still a bit creeped out.  Especially since D2 said, as we were leaving and I made mention that I was kind of scared to look out the window on my way to the bathroom in case I saw something in the reflection that I couldn't see in person, "Yeah, like something moving and twitching behind your shoulder."  And she had to demonstrate the moving and twitching.  I was officially creeped out.

I hope the magic 8 ball wasn't lying when it said he was a friendly ghost.

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The word du jour: fantastic

D and I went to a haunted barn last night.  It was fantastic.  We screamed.  We got lost.  We screamed some more.  We loved it.

My new love: Citizen Cope.  Fantastic music.  I even tried out some belly dancing to it.

Belly dancing?  Oh yes.

I think I already mentioned this, but we're taking a belly dancing class, and it's fantastic.  The teacher is great, the other students are great (especially the middle-aged and older ladies who are just a hoot), and we were told that it's completely normal to feel really geeky for the first six months you're learning belly dancing.  Which is good.  While I thoroughly enjoy it, I feel really geeky doing it...especially when I try to coordinate my arms with my lower body.  But it's still fun.  And fantastic.  :-)

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