guest post!

so my quasi-roommate demands to introduce me to the rest of the world through her own eyes. in order to do so, she insists that it will be far more entertaining if she imbibes a few beverages first. so, without further delay, i bring you, our field reporter, Cindy.


Mike's life from a gal's perspective

Well its fun being Mike's roommate, he's hardly ever home, he has a nice pad, and he's got cable--all a girl needs from a man.
I know from reading this blog Mike may come off as a grumpy guy but really, he's a sweet kid with a heart of gold. The first few weeks I thought he was very caring too, when he would ask me how my day was and told me I looked like I needed a drink. But that was just the bartender in him talking--and no, I didn't give him a tip so he stopped asking.
ALthough everyone was a little worried about me moving in with another guy, the living arrangement has worked out great. Usually we just spend time together cooking, eating, and watching chick flicks(his choice). I'm hoping to rub off a little on him, by giving him some tips on relationships, and hopefully, give him some confidence with the ladies. SOme of my tips include my dating mantra: "Guys are a waste of time, and girls are a waste of money"; and when in a bar, don't go hit on the hottest girl in there, hit on her best friend and low and behold you might get'em both! BTW-I am a girl, and he is a boy, and he talks to me so that technically proves he CAN talk to girls. He is definitely an ideal guy just looking for the right girl, and I'm sure he will find her real soon so he can start writing about something more interesting than chocolate sales and shopping carts. Or better yet, he'll be getting so much action he'll forget all about this blog. I'm threatening him with match or boyfriends.com if he doesn't start asking chicks out this weekend!!! Good night and good luck.

reality comes roaring back

being back from vacation for a day, reality has come back with a vengeance. now don't get me wrong, it's not all bad.

some of it is good, like little kids playing with the bear at the store. i will never tire of a random two year old poking at the bear, giving him a hug, and then demanding to sit next to it.
some of it is bad, like getting so nervous on the phone with a girl that you forget how to talk. seriously, what is my issue with that? in person, it's not very difficult, but hand me a 12 button piece of plastic and i'm so jumpy you'd think that i was getting a prostate exam.

more good stuff: running. plain and simple flat out running. there is something about going full tilt, balls out, here-comes-the-upchuck wagon, fast, that feels really good. or maybe i'm just a sadist.
the bad stuff: not having a clear view of why the business is not as successful as i had hoped.
the good stuff: sunny, 50, and windows down for the first time in 5 months.
the bad stuff: sitting on my bed and splintering the frame (yes, i really was only sitting on it...by myself).
the good stuff: deciding that i will build my next bed frame...and boy do i have a cool design idea for it.
the bad stuff: someone whose opinion you respect telling you that you made a mistake.
the really good stuff: remembering that regrets about past decisions are a waste of time and anybody who disagrees can get the hell out of the way. =)

the simanek six: top 6 quotes from the tahoe trip

6. vyduna: "the landing is about 5 feet down...but it's all powder" what a liar.
5. girl in hot tub: "so what do you do?" me: "i'm a fudgepacker"
4. TSA agent at O'Hare: "Is that you're pinata?" me: "yea" TSA: "so what's is supposed to be....ohhhhhh."
3. yours truly: "is the pope catholic? does he wear a funny hat? aw fuck, you're jewish...nevermind."
2. bartender: "well, which one of the beers on tap haven't you had?" a very drunken mike: "um...i guess i haven't had the budweiser tonight"
1. kyle: "I fucking HATE twos!" drunk guy at blackjack table: "What? Are you an anti-semite or something?" You might have to say this one out loud in order to get it.