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| finding things to do in dallas. yippee.things i want to do but still haven't done yet:
the drive-in
tree houses @ the dallas arboretum
tx state fair (pending)
road trip to nowhere
habitat for humanity (pending)
camping (soon)
find the perfect set of white dishes so i can start entertaining!
tv shows i can't stop watching:
desperate housewives
what about brian
six degrees
brothers and sisters
i can't wait for 2007...then i can use my awesome new RED dayplanner i ordered from the office!! (i've always wanted a RED dayplanner.) it's burning a hole in my desk drawer.
someone remind me to finish and close out my match.com-storytelling tab? there are a couple of good ones left. thanks.
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| crap. i have a myspace now. melody made it for me. she's stil in the process of updating it. i don't' have the password to logon as myself. maybe she'll give me that information some day. man. melody does a lot of things for me.
www.myspace.com/annspamm
(that's annspam with two m's, b/c she said annspam with just one M was already taken. i guess that makes spam sound even better. mmmmmmmm. *sigh* you'd think i'd have more creative friends)
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| the greatest person in the world......is my best friend, Melody.
I adore her. She's the greatest friend a girl could have. I only wish I could sing and laugh as loudly as she does (oh yes, you think I'm loud - you need to meet her).
Melody is my role model and favorite hotel stop in Austin when I go visit. I'd rather be a guest on her couch than in a four-star hotel any day.
It is my utter privilege each and every day just to be within AIM-distance of her and her winning personality.
What else could a girl ask for?
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| repeat offendersi suppose sometimes an automated match rejection isn't enough to make the indelible impression of "no thanks" to the recipient. but then again, sometimes it's just plain hard to find the "no thanks" button, thanks to some clever match.com web rigging.
so here's the line-up of guys who just don't get it...or have bad short-term memory:
.mike*c*129-- winked once, emailed once. says i'm just the girl he's been looking for all his life
.p51*mustang*tx-- winked twice...that's two too many times for me
.brad*booe-- winked once, emailed once. i like bald men, to be honest, but this bald man has a kid. not going there. but i dig the snow in his picture.
.jrg*surf-- emailed twice. said the same thing both times...that i was very striking and thought we should chat. handsome fellow. too bad he's a few years my senior
.mavericks*fan*657--winked twice. who knows what 657 means...maybe some favorite random numbers or the combination to his tool shed lock. mildly retarded looking man with actually a cute bubbly/round kid. i'll play with the kid, thanks.
i'll have to admit that what makes match fun *are* the creepos out there. that's mean. i'm sorry. i *am* really a nice person, and i don't like making fun of people. i don't think i'm anywhere near perfect nor do i think i'm God's gift to man. but ....SERIOUSLY....! not everyone was created..."normal"...whatever that definition may be.
grab a hold of your knickers....hec*007 winked. he's old. (mind you , i not only look 12, i have the spirit of a 12 year old but can carry on a conversation with 47 year olds. this can be very confusing at times, i understand. and i'm confused most of the time, too.) i thought it would be polite to let him know that i wasn't interested and that he could move on. so i declined his wink. after a few intense minutes of searching, all i had to do was simply click on the "no thanks" option, and poof! there he goes. the next day i receive a stunningly remedial email from him saying
"YOUR LOSS!" in all caps. just like that. i read the beginning of his profile entry and used his very own empty words to reply, "wow. way to take it like the respectable mature 40 year old gentleman you are. somehow i don't htink it's my loss anymore." and plus, his profile made him sound like a craig's list ad. "NO PHOTO, NO REPLY. SEND #, NO GAMES....uhhhh.....OR BEST OFFER" puleaze. AND THEN....! he wrote back and said "WOW. IT IS." ah geez...i don't think he gets it.
*sigh*
now for your daily dose of musical blurb: KINGS OF LEON are...wildly screaching rock yet with rockabily flare and a funnie singing accent... eqipped with a zen spa-like website. oh those silly brits. try out "the bucket".
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| the bitter bitter art of datingone more week and counting.
thus far, i've been on 5 dates, three of which have motioned for a second date. so a typical date usually goes like this: we meet, we size each other up, we make mental note of how the other person does NOT look like his/her photo, for better or for worse. i remind myself of how fabulously put-together, yet casual and laid-back, i look, an accurate reflection of my own match profile. [note: sarcasm] speaking commences. i usually start the converstaion by making the guy talk about ...well....himself. i drink a beer. i interview him further, dishing out the tough questions, all the while avoiding the 3 first-date no-no's (ie. religion, politics, past relationships). well, i touch on religion only when the guy asks about my family. you know waht i've noticed, older men don't care what your parents do. heck, if you're 36, chances are your parents are retired...have been...for some good time now. but asking what one's parents do is applicable for those under 28. why? it's because we're green, neophytes in the world of career and business-casual. we don't know what we want...so let's see what mom and dad do....history repeats itself, usually, and now we can make general assumptions as to your career goals and interests. i digress. so amidst the banter, i raise my hand for a second beer; i'm going to need all the help i can get, typically. and crap, now i need to follow that up with water so i can be sane to drive home. (hey dark beers will do that to you) i'm hearing things like...travel....skiing....three sisters...idaho (or was that iowa?)...played college football (yeah, right. i did too....IM football...). and then it's 2.5 hours later. crap. how'd that happen? but that's ok. i'm sober; i've had enough. i've heard all i wanted to hear, and i'm not hearing a second go-aroudn. my mental check-list is complete, thank you. we leave; shake hands, don't touch, side pat-hug, whatever.
i get an email the next day...had a great time, let's meet up again. [big beaming smiley face] WOAH. stop the press. what about a cordial handshake gave you the green light go-ahead? did you miss out? there wasn't any chemistry. you're nice...BUT..... and then i think about it from a guy's perspective. dangit. it's my fault. the 2.57 hour long first date did him in. woops. and thus...the invite for a second meeting. aieeee. i need to learn....
on a lighter note, the latest funnie email from ***** (and i paraphrase):
"so....what do you want to konw about me? did you read my profle? i like ut football. i'm a people person; i like people. are you from dallas?" signed, no-name.
[crickets chirpping]
[ann get's on dating email soapbox; clears throat]
"ok mister. great. so you like people. hey, i like people, too. especially people who like people. people are great. no. did YOU read MY profile? no, i'm not from dallas. if you read my profile you'd konw i was born overseas. you'd konw my favorite color was orange. you'd know i like steaks and sometimes the number 7. oh wait. but i was supposed to have read your profile when i aksed you to tell me more about yourself. if you met me in a bar, would you be saying 'hey, but did yo uread my profile first?' what gives. and dude, what's your name? we're missing some vitals here. " signed yours truely.
:)
shoot. i'm late to get back to work. no more lunchtime updates. baaah.
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