I hope you dance

Given my propensity to write my feelings rather than speak them (hence the blog obsession), I suppose it should come as no surprise that, after seven months of back and forth with LB, I decided to profess my affection via a cleverly worded and kitschy card. Thus "top 10 reasons why I think you're awesome" was penned and transcribed into Hallmark's finest.

I'm not quite sure why the greeting card folks don't develop a new genre. Somehow neither "thanks for being my friend" nor "I will always love you" seemed quite right to commemorate the birthday of my friend/crush. I couldn't find a "it's been seven months, grow a pair" card, so I settled for Amanda's suggestion, a cute little pic of a little boy and girl holding corn dogs at a carnival (no Freudian comments here) with the tagline, "You're my favorite amusement" and the simple inside sentiment of "happy birthday."

But that didn't seem personal enough, so I added my own little list, complete with special memories from the past seven months. Yeah, I know what you're thinking. Total Jim and Pam teapot moment here. The first nine of 'em were sarcastic, but #1 was "Because, let's face it, you're hot."

Let's just say that dinner was interesting. Our friendship went up about fourteen levels due to some serious soul baring. By both of us. I'm pretty sure the waiter thought one of us is dying.

The bad news is that LB has a date tomorrow night. With a girl that he met after I left last week (the night I wouldn't dance with him). But in a bold and potentially idiotic move, I gave him the card anyway. I handed it to him (along with his gift), told him to read it in the spirit in which it was intended, and drove away. And he hasn't called, which means he's mulling it over.

Damn you, Jim Halpert.

I heart Jim Halpert

So today, after my Rogers meeting, I headed up to Pinnacle Promenade (as I often do) for a bit of shopping and I couldn't take the smell, so I had to do takeout from PF Chang's. When I got home and pulled out my rice, here's what it said. And it made me laugh so hard... not sure why.



My pal Alisa called me yesterday to confirm my hunch that I have a cheeseball life. Yes, I shop a lot. And yes, I eat a lot. But when Banana Republic is having a sale and I'm craving kung pao shrimp, what's a girl gonna do?

The good news is that "The Office" is back on, and I do love me some Jim Halpert. But I am sad that Aussie's gone and the Colonel managed to to evade the bottom three on "Idol."

So after my Chinese food, I opened my fortune cookie, and this is what it said: "The love of your life will appear in front of you unexpectedly!" I hope that's true, but perhaps it was referring to my seeing Jon Bon Jovi TWICE next week.