There comes a time is every relationship nearing or stuggling on it's last legs for that single phrase, incredibly thoughtless action, or just a final straw that completes the breakup hat to its' OVER!
I am not sure why one holds on to a relationship that struggles, suffocates, and no longer brings joy, but I am pretty sure it has to do with being along or back in the single pool. Or at least, it was in my case, it's OK though months later I can admit my own weakness. Waht was I thinking? However, after this last straw I will be the happiest "single" woman around and by god, I am creating a club.
My very own club in which I will proudly lead for girls only that have reached that final straw and declared -- FREEDOM! To all of us I present, "The Stupid Bitches Club!" Because, we must be the stupidest bitches alive to think that we can live, survive, and be happy without em'. Not to mention it was the punchline that added the final straw to my perfect end of the road hat!
A group where all of us girls can gossip, gaggle, and endulge in the stupidity that kept us within the bonds of bad relationships for WAY TOO LONG! We can compare notes, sip on some sweet homemade wine, and nibble on sweets and delicacies while we revel in the greatness of being woman and strong enough to find the future that we deserve with the men deserving of us.
Sorry boys, but in that moment (when you fucked it all up) you declared who you really were and were found less than worth our time any longer. Toodles....
Monday, July 30, 2007
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Oh, the joy that was my legs today...
There are so many naughty ways to connote any activity that one pursues, and I am about to throw one out because that is just how I am.
This weekend, my legs got the ultimate workout and my soul that craved the presence of a four legged beast of burden covered in in a sleek coat with eyes that could reveal the world received the ultimate pleasure.
I sat atop a horse, a BIG horse! Not just big as in tall, for this one only stood about as tall as my precious "meener" back home, but a WIDE horse. My legs got spread the ultimate distance -- a stretch they haven't felt in too long, and it was AMAZING!
So even if this wide, tall, sleek coated equine was not my precious "meener" eagerly awaiting for me to return home this weekend for a show, it was still a four legged beast that I got to ride, play on, and remember all those verbal and touchy cues that have been dormant from my body for way too long.
So while I am sure I will walking bow-legged for the next couple of days because I couldn't just ride for a few minutes, I had to ride long enough to completly satisfy my craving and it still wasn't enough, it was so worth every minute.
THANK GOD FOR HORSES!
P.S. Dear owner of forementioned horse,
Thank you for allowing my homegirl K and I to ride you beautiful horse. He was BIG and WIDE and very FUN, and even though we will not be buying him for he is not quite what we are looking for, we sure appreciated the chance to sit atop a large, masculine, and powerful equid.
This weekend, my legs got the ultimate workout and my soul that craved the presence of a four legged beast of burden covered in in a sleek coat with eyes that could reveal the world received the ultimate pleasure.
I sat atop a horse, a BIG horse! Not just big as in tall, for this one only stood about as tall as my precious "meener" back home, but a WIDE horse. My legs got spread the ultimate distance -- a stretch they haven't felt in too long, and it was AMAZING!
So even if this wide, tall, sleek coated equine was not my precious "meener" eagerly awaiting for me to return home this weekend for a show, it was still a four legged beast that I got to ride, play on, and remember all those verbal and touchy cues that have been dormant from my body for way too long.
So while I am sure I will walking bow-legged for the next couple of days because I couldn't just ride for a few minutes, I had to ride long enough to completly satisfy my craving and it still wasn't enough, it was so worth every minute.
THANK GOD FOR HORSES!
P.S. Dear owner of forementioned horse,
Thank you for allowing my homegirl K and I to ride you beautiful horse. He was BIG and WIDE and very FUN, and even though we will not be buying him for he is not quite what we are looking for, we sure appreciated the chance to sit atop a large, masculine, and powerful equid.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Cause my girlie came to see me....
Ok, well maybe she didn't come just to see me, but really as far as I am concerned that is exactly the case -- and boy so far -- AMAZING!
Everything is so much more fun in a new place when you are joined by old friends that know your personality, your humor, and the things you enjoy! On Wednesday, our girlie threesome spent the day a the levee. It was kinda sad, because Wednesday just happens to be one of the more sane and quiet days at the levee, but that didn't phase us.
For dinner we dined at a fancy Irish Pub called The Claddaugh Irish Pub, pronounced "Claw-da". Named after the Claddagh ring, the elements of this symbol that make up the ring are often said to correspond to the qualities of love (the heart), friendship (the hands), and loyalty (the crown). The expression which was associated with these symbols in the giving of the ring was: "Let love and friendship reign." What a perfect place for us girls to gather, eat, and gossip....so we did!
In our curiosity, our waitress was very free with the story of the naming of the pub and the details of the Claddagh ring. The story of The Claddagh begins with an American Restaurateur taking a job across the pond with an Irish Restaurateur. The American moves with his wife to the Emerald Isle, where he lives and works for the next two years. Although they both fall for the charm and friendliness of the pubs of Ireland, they knew their place was back in the States with their families and friends. At this time the American had an idea, which was to bring the best of what Ireland had to offer to the States.
The American knew that although there were some “authentic” Irish pubs already in the States, he also knew that few brought the “Craic” of the Irish to their pubs. “Craic” (pronounced “crack”) means a fun, friendly, and exhuberant environment. He also knew that few brought the great food that so many of the true Irish pubs had to offer.
The first step was to design each pub with a number of different looks to allow the guest to get a feel for the diversity of pubs in Ireland. Second was to bring over much of the interiors and furnishings directly from Ireland. Third was finding great locations to make the Irish Pub experience accessible to as many people as possible. And last but not least, was to produce a menu which brought the tastes of Ireland to America while also providing the traditional American favorites.
With extensive planning and hard work, the first Claddagh Irish Pub opened in August of 2000 in Downtown Indianapolis. Today there are 17 pubs in operation.
The story continues today...
The pub definitely maintained the Irish theme. There were very elegant irish stained glass images mounted into the woodwork on the benches. There were superior carvings, candles, music, and decor that totally gave everyone in the presence a very Irish feel.
The Claddagh Ring, is a Gaelic symbol, which represents "Love, Friendship and Loyalty" was carved into woodworkings and graced areas all around the pub. The Claddagh consists of two hands, a heart and a crown. The HANDS = Friendship...The HEART = Love...The CROWN = Loyalty "With these hands I give you my heart and I crown it with my love."
The Claddagh Ring belongs to a group of rings called “Faith”, or sometimes called “Fede”, finger –rings. They are distinguished by having the bezel cut or cast in the form of two clasped hands, symbolizing trust or plighted truth. There are several variations of the fede ring, the commonest being that in which the hands clasp a heart between them. This version to which the name "Claddagh Ring" has been given is that in which the clasped heart is surmounted by a crown.
The Claddagh ring was commonly used as a wedding ring for the fisher folk in the Aran Islands and Connemara in the 1700's. Tradition has it that in the Claddagh these rings were handed down from mother to daughter. They were worn with the crown towards the knuckle on betrothal and on marriage with the crown towards the nail. The earliest examples that can be dated are stamped R.J., the initials of Richard Joyce, a goldsmith working in Galway about 1700. Two main varieties of the Claddagh Ring are made, one with a high and the other with a low crown, and they are made in three main sizes, for men, women and children.
There are several popular versions of the origins of the Claddagh Ring, the two best known of which attribute it to the Joyce family, one of the so-called “Tribes of Galway”. A family associated with the city of Galway rather than the Claddagh.
Margaret Joyce married firstly Domingo de Rona, a wealthy Spanish merchant who traded with Galway. He died shortly afterwards, leaving her a considerable fortune. She later married Oliver French, a mayor of Galway in 1596. Margaret used her fortune to build numerous bridges in Connaught and was providentially rewarded for her good work and charity by an eagle that dropped a gold ring, the original “Claddagh Ring “on to her lap.
Richard Joyce, a native of Galway, was captured by Algerian pirates while on his way to the West Indies. He was sold as a slave to a wealthy Moorish goldsmith who trained him in the craft. In 1689 he was released from slavery, along with other Irish subjects, as a result of a demand from William 111 of England. The Moor offered him his only daughter in marriage and half his wealth if he would agree to remain in Algiers, but Joyce refused and returned home to his native city. He brought with him the idea of the “Claddagh Ring” -some of the stamped R.J. and bearing the mark of an anchor (thought to signify hope) are believed to be his work.
The atmosphere at the pub provided spirits, food, live entertainment, a variety of natives with awesome accents, and gorgeous backdrop overlooking the Ohio river into Cincinnati. Our threesome had an excellent time chatting about old days and new days. Gossiping and remembering old times -- like that wedding where mom totally violated the private areas (had to be there, sorry guys). Taking photos, of course I had to include those.... and sipping on amazing wine and other spirits.
What made the evening even more amazing, was that my girlie came to see me, and it was wonderful...
Everything is so much more fun in a new place when you are joined by old friends that know your personality, your humor, and the things you enjoy! On Wednesday, our girlie threesome spent the day a the levee. It was kinda sad, because Wednesday just happens to be one of the more sane and quiet days at the levee, but that didn't phase us.
For dinner we dined at a fancy Irish Pub called The Claddaugh Irish Pub, pronounced "Claw-da". Named after the Claddagh ring, the elements of this symbol that make up the ring are often said to correspond to the qualities of love (the heart), friendship (the hands), and loyalty (the crown). The expression which was associated with these symbols in the giving of the ring was: "Let love and friendship reign." What a perfect place for us girls to gather, eat, and gossip....so we did!
In our curiosity, our waitress was very free with the story of the naming of the pub and the details of the Claddagh ring. The story of The Claddagh begins with an American Restaurateur taking a job across the pond with an Irish Restaurateur. The American moves with his wife to the Emerald Isle, where he lives and works for the next two years. Although they both fall for the charm and friendliness of the pubs of Ireland, they knew their place was back in the States with their families and friends. At this time the American had an idea, which was to bring the best of what Ireland had to offer to the States.
The American knew that although there were some “authentic” Irish pubs already in the States, he also knew that few brought the “Craic” of the Irish to their pubs. “Craic” (pronounced “crack”) means a fun, friendly, and exhuberant environment. He also knew that few brought the great food that so many of the true Irish pubs had to offer.
The first step was to design each pub with a number of different looks to allow the guest to get a feel for the diversity of pubs in Ireland. Second was to bring over much of the interiors and furnishings directly from Ireland. Third was finding great locations to make the Irish Pub experience accessible to as many people as possible. And last but not least, was to produce a menu which brought the tastes of Ireland to America while also providing the traditional American favorites.
With extensive planning and hard work, the first Claddagh Irish Pub opened in August of 2000 in Downtown Indianapolis. Today there are 17 pubs in operation.
The story continues today...
The pub definitely maintained the Irish theme. There were very elegant irish stained glass images mounted into the woodwork on the benches. There were superior carvings, candles, music, and decor that totally gave everyone in the presence a very Irish feel.
The Claddagh Ring, is a Gaelic symbol, which represents "Love, Friendship and Loyalty" was carved into woodworkings and graced areas all around the pub. The Claddagh consists of two hands, a heart and a crown. The HANDS = Friendship...The HEART = Love...The CROWN = Loyalty "With these hands I give you my heart and I crown it with my love."
The Claddagh Ring belongs to a group of rings called “Faith”, or sometimes called “Fede”, finger –rings. They are distinguished by having the bezel cut or cast in the form of two clasped hands, symbolizing trust or plighted truth. There are several variations of the fede ring, the commonest being that in which the hands clasp a heart between them. This version to which the name "Claddagh Ring" has been given is that in which the clasped heart is surmounted by a crown.
The Claddagh ring was commonly used as a wedding ring for the fisher folk in the Aran Islands and Connemara in the 1700's. Tradition has it that in the Claddagh these rings were handed down from mother to daughter. They were worn with the crown towards the knuckle on betrothal and on marriage with the crown towards the nail. The earliest examples that can be dated are stamped R.J., the initials of Richard Joyce, a goldsmith working in Galway about 1700. Two main varieties of the Claddagh Ring are made, one with a high and the other with a low crown, and they are made in three main sizes, for men, women and children.
There are several popular versions of the origins of the Claddagh Ring, the two best known of which attribute it to the Joyce family, one of the so-called “Tribes of Galway”. A family associated with the city of Galway rather than the Claddagh.
Margaret Joyce married firstly Domingo de Rona, a wealthy Spanish merchant who traded with Galway. He died shortly afterwards, leaving her a considerable fortune. She later married Oliver French, a mayor of Galway in 1596. Margaret used her fortune to build numerous bridges in Connaught and was providentially rewarded for her good work and charity by an eagle that dropped a gold ring, the original “Claddagh Ring “on to her lap.
Richard Joyce, a native of Galway, was captured by Algerian pirates while on his way to the West Indies. He was sold as a slave to a wealthy Moorish goldsmith who trained him in the craft. In 1689 he was released from slavery, along with other Irish subjects, as a result of a demand from William 111 of England. The Moor offered him his only daughter in marriage and half his wealth if he would agree to remain in Algiers, but Joyce refused and returned home to his native city. He brought with him the idea of the “Claddagh Ring” -some of the stamped R.J. and bearing the mark of an anchor (thought to signify hope) are believed to be his work.
The atmosphere at the pub provided spirits, food, live entertainment, a variety of natives with awesome accents, and gorgeous backdrop overlooking the Ohio river into Cincinnati. Our threesome had an excellent time chatting about old days and new days. Gossiping and remembering old times -- like that wedding where mom totally violated the private areas (had to be there, sorry guys). Taking photos, of course I had to include those.... and sipping on amazing wine and other spirits.
What made the evening even more amazing, was that my girlie came to see me, and it was wonderful...
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Tickle your ear....
You should always have fun when you are at work, right? Last week I got to partake in more mouse surgeries that were amazing, but I will spare you the details of how cool a mouse heart looks when it is beating true and totally exposed.
As I get to know people better I am coming out of my shy little shell and speaking my mind. The ladies in my office have nothing better to do than to hook-up the "single" people by playing matchmaker. I am picky, I tell them, but they heed nothing.
This week, I found the courage to have thoughtless chatter with the hot maintenance guy working on our water leak right next to our office. I am sure the office girls had a hand in it somehow, but I really didn't care. I read somewhere that it is ok to feel shy and wierd when talking to people because most likely they are too. So, in my attempt to open up an meet new people I conversed with the maintenance man, put on a cute little smile and scored an escort and drinking buddy to happy hour that evening in the lounge. Not too shabby -- guess I still got it!
I also scored later that afternoon in French with Jorg.
Jop is from Vienne and has the most amazing french accent. He visits our surgical ward about twice a week to practice his heart surgery technique before he begins his research study this next week. He was working on heart surgeries the other day in the operating room and I just happened to be available to help him, so we got to chatting over the next 4 hours about Vienne, Cincinnati, and life in general.
Surgeries always go faster when you have something to talk about, so needless to say I do alot of talking at work and with the vast natationalities that I work with, I am learning a ton about culture, travel, religions and oh, so much more. I like to believe that I am living vicariously through the ones I work with.
We were nearing the end of Jop's surgeries for the day when we got on topic about languages and cultures. Leading up to the great culture debate, language barrier debate, immigration debate, and finally how sexy some languages are versus others. For instance, I took french in high school versus spanish because in my opinion it was much prettier and passionate sounding language. I am german, but think that the german language is very throaty and almost kinda like spitting when you talk. Amidst the debate and puching for the english language it happened...Jorg leaned over and whispered into my left ear (lucky ear!) some of the following phrase, the rest is mine ladies -- I never have been good at sharing.....
Vous observe la brûlure un trou par moi bon bas à mon âme...
Damn to surgical masks that prevented the feeling of heat from his breath on my earlobe, but DAMN! How do we say -- MELTED RIGHT THERE ON THE FLOOR! It was so freaking HOT!
I was pretty sure he could have been swearing or insulting me and it would have been just as hot. Shit, he could've said my scrubs were blue and my feet were big and I would've still melted. Never have such beautiful words been whispered into my ear....oh left ear, you are so lucky! I'll never wash you again ... just kidding!
He won the language barrier debate needless to say, and that sure doesn't happen very often. Before he left he told me exactly what he said which was so incredibly sweet. I wonder if there is an American man out there that would speak so endearingly into ones ear with such creativity and truth...well, probably not. I am pretty sure I have never met such a man, but if one does exist please dial my digits.
On a side note, I am not sure what happened to our culture, but somewhere I am pretty sure that words and romance left and beer cans and cigarretes took over verbal conversations with meaning. Exit emotion -- enter intoxication. Hmmmm.....someday. A girl can dream right? How does that song go ... "some day my prince will come....," oh Disney, look what you have done to us girls.
As I get to know people better I am coming out of my shy little shell and speaking my mind. The ladies in my office have nothing better to do than to hook-up the "single" people by playing matchmaker. I am picky, I tell them, but they heed nothing.
This week, I found the courage to have thoughtless chatter with the hot maintenance guy working on our water leak right next to our office. I am sure the office girls had a hand in it somehow, but I really didn't care. I read somewhere that it is ok to feel shy and wierd when talking to people because most likely they are too. So, in my attempt to open up an meet new people I conversed with the maintenance man, put on a cute little smile and scored an escort and drinking buddy to happy hour that evening in the lounge. Not too shabby -- guess I still got it!
I also scored later that afternoon in French with Jorg.
Jop is from Vienne and has the most amazing french accent. He visits our surgical ward about twice a week to practice his heart surgery technique before he begins his research study this next week. He was working on heart surgeries the other day in the operating room and I just happened to be available to help him, so we got to chatting over the next 4 hours about Vienne, Cincinnati, and life in general.
Surgeries always go faster when you have something to talk about, so needless to say I do alot of talking at work and with the vast natationalities that I work with, I am learning a ton about culture, travel, religions and oh, so much more. I like to believe that I am living vicariously through the ones I work with.
We were nearing the end of Jop's surgeries for the day when we got on topic about languages and cultures. Leading up to the great culture debate, language barrier debate, immigration debate, and finally how sexy some languages are versus others. For instance, I took french in high school versus spanish because in my opinion it was much prettier and passionate sounding language. I am german, but think that the german language is very throaty and almost kinda like spitting when you talk. Amidst the debate and puching for the english language it happened...Jorg leaned over and whispered into my left ear (lucky ear!) some of the following phrase, the rest is mine ladies -- I never have been good at sharing.....
Vous observe la brûlure un trou par moi bon bas à mon âme...
Damn to surgical masks that prevented the feeling of heat from his breath on my earlobe, but DAMN! How do we say -- MELTED RIGHT THERE ON THE FLOOR! It was so freaking HOT!
I was pretty sure he could have been swearing or insulting me and it would have been just as hot. Shit, he could've said my scrubs were blue and my feet were big and I would've still melted. Never have such beautiful words been whispered into my ear....oh left ear, you are so lucky! I'll never wash you again ... just kidding!
He won the language barrier debate needless to say, and that sure doesn't happen very often. Before he left he told me exactly what he said which was so incredibly sweet. I wonder if there is an American man out there that would speak so endearingly into ones ear with such creativity and truth...well, probably not. I am pretty sure I have never met such a man, but if one does exist please dial my digits.
On a side note, I am not sure what happened to our culture, but somewhere I am pretty sure that words and romance left and beer cans and cigarretes took over verbal conversations with meaning. Exit emotion -- enter intoxication. Hmmmm.....someday. A girl can dream right? How does that song go ... "some day my prince will come....," oh Disney, look what you have done to us girls.
Wouldn't you walk for her?
Oh my, I cannot believe that 20 some odd days have passed without a single blog entry. I guess that means I am having way to much fun in this happy city. I guess I just may have to come back here....maybe permanently, Really!
The permanent part -- looking at job offers. Several already from this city...the prospects just keep looking better. I was always told by a very wise professor, "Teal, you have a ton to offer anybody, make em' fight for you!" I have decided to make this true both professionally and personally.
However, if an opportunity arrises that doesn't bring me back permanently to this city that I am growing to adore, I am definitely returning temprarily for a great cause!
Cincinnati Walks
Cincinnati Walks is a fun filled, friend making and money earning event that will raise money for children! Yeah yeah, I hear you all -- kids? So I am not a kid person, but I support childrens research and no child deserves a live a life that isn't full of life and expiriences, right! You better say right! So we are gathering a team to walk for kids, anyone interested feel free to sign-up. It is free and I have tons of connections now for anyone who needs a place to stay.
We are working on a team name yet, any creative ideas out there? Also, costume or team t-shirt ideas? Someday I will get an artsy fartsy idea and be creative. Yeah right!
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Newport on the Levee
Last night I went out on my first "girls night out on the town" outing in this new big city. On our outing I was intriduced to Newport on the Levee in Newport, Kentucky. It was AMZING! The lighs, the city, the Ohio River, the live music and the comedy club -- Fascinating!
Upon arriving at the levee (a mere 5 minutes from my domestic location), I got to park in a handy parking garage that makes up the basement on the levee complex. An elevator takes me up to the riverwalk level where I instantly become surrounded by people, lights and amazing sounds and smells. It reminds my of on the Waterfront but 100 times better (all my Wisconsinites know what I am talking about...). The view from the levee along the river looking into Cincinnati is completely majestic. Upon a victory fromt the Cincinnati Reds baseball team, an encore of red and silver fireworks light up the sky over the river. This day just happened to be a motorcycle rally as well, so the road alongside the river next to the live concert series was filled to capacity with Harly's, Honda's, and other shiny toys.
I also tried somehting new while I was in Newport. Upon our wanderings, I found an oxygen bar (um hmmm, you heard me right.), these bars use a unique "nose hose" that supplies allows you to breathe pure 92% oxygen and a soothing aroma that you inhale. It was freaking awesome!
The girls and I also hit up a Johnny Rockets, it was kinda like a steak and shake. I had already eaten dinner so I settled for an amazing Hot fudge sundae (don;t worry, I ran extra today to make up for it...), they even give you hot fudge on the side (most places are always stingy on the hot fudge - Oh, and real whipped cream, when i can't have sex I will take one of those sundaes anyday!). Our server was pretty sweet and we visited with him, Josh, for a while. He was almost a drop dead look alike for Orlando Bloom - Hottie! - and totally sweet.
So, full, cheery, and enjoying the summer eve we packed it in to the AMC theater for a flic. I had seen the show already, but my comrades hadn't. It was good. I have already made plans to go back next weekend. There is a huge shark exhibit at the aquarium and it sounds amazing. It is also Latin night -- some hottie Latino dancers are going to teach a herd of us white chicks who can't dance some moves and then we get to dance the night away, on the leveee, with the lights and the water. I hope the Reds win too -- more fireworks would be great!
Upon arriving at the levee (a mere 5 minutes from my domestic location), I got to park in a handy parking garage that makes up the basement on the levee complex. An elevator takes me up to the riverwalk level where I instantly become surrounded by people, lights and amazing sounds and smells. It reminds my of on the Waterfront but 100 times better (all my Wisconsinites know what I am talking about...). The view from the levee along the river looking into Cincinnati is completely majestic. Upon a victory fromt the Cincinnati Reds baseball team, an encore of red and silver fireworks light up the sky over the river. This day just happened to be a motorcycle rally as well, so the road alongside the river next to the live concert series was filled to capacity with Harly's, Honda's, and other shiny toys.
I also tried somehting new while I was in Newport. Upon our wanderings, I found an oxygen bar (um hmmm, you heard me right.), these bars use a unique "nose hose" that supplies allows you to breathe pure 92% oxygen and a soothing aroma that you inhale. It was freaking awesome!
The girls and I also hit up a Johnny Rockets, it was kinda like a steak and shake. I had already eaten dinner so I settled for an amazing Hot fudge sundae (don;t worry, I ran extra today to make up for it...), they even give you hot fudge on the side (most places are always stingy on the hot fudge - Oh, and real whipped cream, when i can't have sex I will take one of those sundaes anyday!). Our server was pretty sweet and we visited with him, Josh, for a while. He was almost a drop dead look alike for Orlando Bloom - Hottie! - and totally sweet.
So, full, cheery, and enjoying the summer eve we packed it in to the AMC theater for a flic. I had seen the show already, but my comrades hadn't. It was good. I have already made plans to go back next weekend. There is a huge shark exhibit at the aquarium and it sounds amazing. It is also Latin night -- some hottie Latino dancers are going to teach a herd of us white chicks who can't dance some moves and then we get to dance the night away, on the leveee, with the lights and the water. I hope the Reds win too -- more fireworks would be great!
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