Compliment from the Young

This week I had to go to my endocrinologist, and the receptionist is a young, cute Hispanic girl. I gave her my name and she pulled my very thick chart--been a patient there a long time. She looked at me and said, "I hate to tell you this, but you look a lot younger than you are." I said "Never hate telling someone that!" She said she thought I was 10 years younger and that she had pulled the wrong chart when she saw my birth year. I have had men tell me this before, but I figure they have ulterior motives, like the guy in Trader Joe's recently who carded me, looked at my license, looked at me, and said, "Impressive." But coming from a young girl who had nothing to gain by saying something, now that was a compliment!

Update on the "B" Project

So B and I continued to dance the dance of commitment phobics until just a couple of weeks ago. We had talked about maybe getting together for New Year's Eve and I actually invited him up here (he is 3 hours south) to a party. He had made plans already and tried to get out of them, but no go. So I then invited him to another party up here that I knew he would enjoy because of some of his hobbies. Again no go, with a nice explanation of why and an update on his great Christmas. And no mention of getting together, no reciprocal invitation to see him, no "hey let's try for something in February." No nothing. Again.

For me, that was it. I'm tired of hitting my head against his very thick wall. Tired of one way invitations. So he can kiss my ass. I sent him a nice but snarky message back, though he probably didn't realize it. I said "Happy New Year. I hope 2014 is everything that you want it to be." In other words, go fuck yourself. Don't think I will hear from him. It's his loss.

Sofa Shopping: Size Does Matter

I am in the market for a new sofa for the first time in about 10 years. I absolutely love my current sofas, but after much abuse from my crazy dogs, it's time for new furniture. I've spent the past couple of weekends looking at sofas and have discovered that most sofas are 8 inches shorter and 5 inches less deep than the one that I currently own. I love to nap on my sofa, so the depth is important, so I don't feel like I'm going to roll off.

With America's excessive lifestyle and obsession with "bigger is better," what is going on with furniture? We build bigger cars/SUVs and McMansions, supersize our food, and have more obese people than ever before. Why is furniture shrinking? How are obese people going to find a couch that will fit their asses? Why are we building huge 60" televisions but have no (affordable) sofa big enough to get comfortable when we watch? It is a complete mystery to me and I'm very disappointed that I have to shell out all this money for something that I am not going to be happy with. I will keep looking in the hopes that I come across what I want in my price range, but it's very discouraging.

Happy 2014

I'm pretty happy to see the end of 2013 and the holidays. I am trying to make some big changes in 2014, including a new job and possible new freelance work. So we'll see where this all goes.

On an interesting note, I had a visit in my dream last night from my dog Opie, whom I lost in June. He's been on my mind a lot, I really miss him. In my dream he was licking my face, like he used to do on a daily basis to wake me up. It was a good dream and maybe this will be the start of some healing from his loss.