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[4/24/2001 3:22:50 PM | Rebecca Seeley]
Short prayer of thanks...
"Thank you Lord for making me strong enough to stand on my own two feet without being dependant on another person for my happiness"

It was a rough road getting here... but I've never been so happy.
Thank you, thank you, Thank you.
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[4/24/2001 8:59:11 AM | Rebecca Seeley]
Late to work today. Blame it on the fact that all of a sudden I have 6 tons of hair to blow-dry in the morning. When did this happen? It takes me like, 15 minutes. Made a hair appt. for Saturday. *Whew*

Before I left for work this morning I had to hide all 8 fans that had been blowing on my wet basement floor all night. Four of them are in the back of the Jeep. The others are inconspicuosly hiding in closets and under stairwells. The basement APPEARS to be dry. Just don't move any furniture or look under the carpet. Oh, and I probably wouldn't wear socks down there, either, unless you like soppy socks. Ok, it's not really that bad... but I worry about it. Prospective buyers coming through again today (hopefully).

Weighed myself this morning, as I do every morning. 117. It appears to be my standard/average weight. I would really like to weigh 110. I hate people that say, "God, why would you WANT to weight 110... that's like, so, not like, healthy." Um, shut up. I think 110 is a very healthy weight for someone 5'3". It's not like I'd be a waif or anything. I think 100 pounds on my frame would be too waif-like. Anyway, I'm not 5'6" asking to be 110... I'm 5'3" -- so anyway... that's my ideal weight. 7 pounds to go and I'm sitting here eating hershey kisses. Right.

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[4/23/2001 8:09:54 PM | Rebecca Seeley]
Oh... got a new account at work today. HARLEY-DAVIDSON. Okay, so it's a stupid little banner ad campaign... give me a break. It could be worse... it could be JENNIE-O. *hysterical laughing ensues*
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[4/23/2001 8:08:44 PM | Rebecca Seeley]
Does it ever end? Tom (not his real name) was worried about me running out of things to post. Uhhhhhh... no.

Got home from work to find my mom in my email account. Lord. I confronted her and she said, "there's nothing good in there anyway." Right.

We went down to the basement to continue the arduous (sp?) task of drying things. Lovely. Mom accidentally stuck her finger in the fan and (*pause - wasn't she always the one warning us kids to not stick our fingers in the fan? - end pause*) sliced it up pretty good. Helped her to the sink where she wouldn't look at it... so I had to. Blood gushing, she's on the verge of tears, I'm horrified at the prospect of looking and seeing her finger hanging by a thread of skin. Anyway, it wasn't that bad. A nice deep cut requiring a couple stitches (which she refused to get). Wrapped it up with gauze left over from my nose job and got back to work. Isn't life silly?

House will be back on the market tomorrow.

Had deep, involved discussion with Jude (not her real name) today. Think we got some things cleared up. She's been a little... oh... I don't know... on the verge of judgmental lately about the whole "sleeping with ex-fiance" saga. Can't say I blame her after the hell I put her through last year when he left (*pause - If you're not familiar with the story of how said ex-fiance left a year ago, it's time to familiarize yourself with it now. Okay, I come home to work thinking we're going golfing. Instead he says he doesn't love me anymore and he's leaving. I ask if that means that golfing is "off" -- he looks at me stupidly and begins to pack his truck. Within 10 days all his stuff is cleared out, our bank account is separate, and he's taken a job in China. Okay, you're caught up. - end pause*). Anyway, so the fact that I've been spending so much time with ex-fiance again has good Jude's panties in a bunch. We talked it out. We're cool. We're like, homies, and all.

For the record.... I haven't mentioned Craig lately. Well, not that there's much to say. I hear from him once or twice a day... everyday... without fail. Well, sometimes he misses a Saturday here and there, but whatever. He's very busy at work, but busy means happy. Craig and I are from the same mold in that regard. The busier, the less time to sit around, watch Gilligan's Island, and feel sorry for ourselves. I wish he would come visit... but he's sticking to his "I need to get on with my life and find my REAL princess" plans. Whatever. I'm his REAL princess. I AM, so SHUT UP. Anyway, I love hearing stories about his friends, and about his job. It's like looking in a mirror. Except most of his friends are fuckwittage, and mine aren't.

Got to eat dinner. I think I've got some popcorn and apples. Too damn lazy to go to the store. Leave me alone... it's like 1/2 mile away.



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[4/23/2001 11:01:41 AM | Rebecca Seeley]
Which of these happened to me this morning (note, it's not yet noon):

a) Basement flooded and spent the morning mopping, sopping, drying, swearing. Called the realtor to tell him not to show the house for, like, 439 days. Then things will be dryer.

b) Ex-boyfriend from Green Bay wrote a rare email to tell me he and his new wife are raising bees. Yes, I said "BEES." Goddamn pay attention.

c) Found NOSE HAIR upon getting out of the shower this morning. Tried to pluck. Pain still ringing in head.

d) Ex-fiance wrote to find out "how I was doing." When replied that I was "having a bad day," wanted to know if there was "anything I [he] could do to help." Fucking Bizzaro world.

Okay, so which did you choose?
ALL OF THE ABOVE is the right answer.

My head hurts.
Gotta work now. Work - hmmmph. Actually, I'm rather looking forward to it.
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[4/23/2001 9:24:48 AM | Rebecca Seeley]
Not at work. Basement flooded when circuit breaker controlling the sump pump blew. Sump pump was happily working away before I went to bed. Sometime in the night, the unthinkable happened.

Larry's down there sucking water. Carol's at K-Mart buying a fan. I'm up here in computer room writing a blog. Hmmmm....

Just looked out the window. Fence in backyard appears precariously close to being washed away by swift running creek.

Fuck.
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[4/22/2001 7:05:15 PM | Rebecca Seeley]
Crappy day. I have never seen so much rain. Okay, I have... been it's been a while.

Two showings today (v. good). No call from my realtor to say the house is sold (bad). Oh well. The price I'm asking might be a tad bit high. But, hey, I NEED THE MONEY. I really do. So, I'll keep it at this price for a while and see what happens.

Had a fight with Larry (my dad) tonight. He just infuriates me sometimes. Not often, really, but sometimes. I don't want to get into it, just suffice it to say that one should never say, "Don't you ever goddamn pay attention when I talk????" to your father. Oops.

I've worked on Porsche for about 3 hours today, and have about the same to go before tomorrow (Monday). I guess that's not too bad considering I slacked BIG TIME on Friday.

Update: Split rail fence is (miraculously) still standing. Whoo Hoo!
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[4/21/2001 11:19:48 PM | Rebecca Seeley]
Sublimely boring night.

Barbeque at G & I's. Lisa came. She's the 25-year-old single mother of a little boy (turned 7 today). Lisa is a riot and we get along famously! Would love to hang out with her, as she has certain charisma that I connect with. Synergy, I guess. Being the single mom that she is, not much time for "hanging out." Bummer.

Our BBQ was the first of the summer. A momentous occasion after a harsh winter. Chicken, steak, and rice krispie bars. Perfect. I love G & I.
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[4/21/2001 4:25:23 PM | Rebecca Seeley]
May I PLEASE just tell you what a pain in the butt it is to try to sell your home!? Constantly getting calls for showings. Have to leave for hour-long intervals sporatically thoughout the day. Not too much fun.

Syd and I spent the afternoon with BW. I know, I know. Don't even say it. We went car/truck shopping and grabbed some lunch. It kept me out of the house, and I got to be with little Mr. Syd, so that made it actually kind of fun. I was dying to get home, though, because I'm still hung over from last night and I want to read more of "Bridget Jones."

Craig wrote to tell me he thinks I gave him a computer virus. Is that possible? I don't have any viruses? Could I be just a "carrier"? Ha. Who knows?

Supposed to be a Gretch/Ivan & Kirk night. Haven't heard from any of them and it is 4:30. Not feeling bad about it, though, because as previously stated, am tired and want to read more of my book.
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[4/21/2001 10:43:36 AM | Rebecca Seeley]
alcohol units 2 (v. bad) number of ex-fiances slept with 1 (v. v. bad)
Okay, so what the hell happened? I was on my way to bed at a respectful 10:30 on a Friday night, when BW calls stammering about how awful, or screwed up, or strange his night has been and he simple MUST tell me about it over drinks. Not able to say no (for the brief moment of time I was engaged in conversation, all vocabulary other than "yes" left my head), he came picked me up and we went for drinks at the Sunshine Factory. Calling it SSF from now on, so pay attention.

Agreed, he HAD had a strange night -- his two best friends starting beating each other up while he ate a sub sandwich in the backseat of a car, watching everything, and not wanting to interfere. Interesting... but worthy of a trip across the cities to tell me about it? Hmmm... anyway, he kicked my ass at bar trivia and we drank too much and the night (his "strange night") became stranger. I was the more sober of the two (huh?) and decided it would be best if I drove the 1.2 miles home. All was well until entering my driveway, wherein I smashed into a fence post (split rail out front... used to hold 1200 twinkle lights, you know the one) and continued driving up to the side of my house. Neighbors lights go on, BW and I get out to survey the scene and I laugh hysterically.

BW: "I thought you said you were okay to drive."

Then a moment of pure "OH MY GOD" passes over me as I realize I am trying to sell my house. Destroyed split rail fence will not help my cause. Must fix it, must fix it immediately. So, at 2:00am, me and BW attempt to pound the sucker into the ground and realize the best way to do it is to just carefully stand it back up again and hope the wind doesn't pick up and blow it over. Neighbors lights go off... we go inside.

Details of what happened inside are sketchy, and probably not fit for blog. BW didn't leave until 7:00am. Fence is (miraculously) still standing.

Head hurts. Head hurts BAD.

Also am nursing a very swollen, very painful boob. Playing fetch with Sydney yesterday and for some completely insane reason he jumped up and grabbed onto my boob... like it was a chew toy. GAWD it was awful. It even bled a little and today it's useless. My mom was there when it happened and she said, "yeah, you don't want anything biting your boobs." Right.
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[4/20/2001 3:33:31 PM | Rebecca Seeley]
Fence shopping - humf. Just spent a perfectly good hour of my Friday looking at fences, gates, and latches at Home Depot. I'm going to build a little outside kennel for the Syd-erator. So he can stay outside all day long. Well, I found what I need. I have the $ (which is amazing), but have no way to haul 12' x 6' panels of wire gate home. Shoulda opted for the SUV? Naw. I'll con someone into helping me.

Notice it's Friday and I'm HOME before 5:00. Miracles never cease. No plans tonight. But, there's an air of "something's going to happen today" all around me. I have a feeling the low-key Friday night might not be after all.

Stay tuned.
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[4/20/2001 9:24:46 AM | Rebecca Seeley]
Gag. One of the Sr. Art Director's just blatently stared at my chest. Unfortunately it's a rather bit nipply in here. Eee gads. So lame.
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[4/20/2001 8:49:25 AM | Rebecca Seeley]
Am I getting carried away by blogs? I'm at the office now and this deep inner compulsion to post just *whacked* me upside the head.

It's going to be a fine, fine day at work. The slave driver Account Rep. (or whatever the hell he calls himself) is working from home. Since he doesn't know how to check his WEB MAIL (uh, go to a URL and hit "enter") we all have to write to him at his home email account. Idiot. Seriously.

Having lunch with the exes today -- as in ex-coworkers. It's becoming a regular Friday event. There's always more to talk about than we can cram into an hour (okay, an hour and a half, but who's counting). With Jude's* seemingly unending plight to find a homestead and Tom's* seemingly unending battles on the homefront, and my seemingly unending self-battering with men, we have plenty to talk about.

My house is on the market. I can't find it on realtor.com, but maybe that will happen soon. When's the sign going out front? WHEN? It will seem real then.

Gawd... FOUR emails from BW this morning already. Seriously, it's not even 9:00am yet. GAWD. What did I get myself into?

Going to grab some coffee. Need coffee.

*Names have been changed to protect the identities (and reputations) of two of my best friends. The fake names represent the fact that I totally dig "Bridget Jones Diary." You'll understand if you read it.
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[4/20/2001 8:01:17 AM | Rebecca Seeley]
Wow. Slept like a baby last night. A dead baby.

Thanks BW.
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[4/19/2001 10:48:26 PM | Rebecca Seeley]
Just spent the last 1/2 hour shaving, primping, and making myself smell good for BW. What is that all about? He's due here any minute and am trying to decide if I should crawl into bed, or stay here at the computer. Good sign that what I'm doing is not a good idea. Also, putting on the Victoria Secret lingerie that I spent $79 on for my January trip to Cincinnati (but never wore) is also a good sign that what I'm doing is not a good idea. I look good in it, though. Price tag is still on. I guess I should cut that off now.

Not going to overthink this. I have too many friends that do that for me. Wait. By SAYING that I'm not going to overthink this, I'm automatically overthinking this.

Let's move on.

I guess I've decided to stay at the computer.

I worked out at Lifetime today (free one-time pass). Definitely going to join. I get a awesome discount thru work. Very cool. The club is amazing. HUGE. The girls wear, like, nothing though. If I want to fit in will have to lose approx. 17 pounds and buy skimpy outfit. Should also subract 10-12 years from my age, and I'd be the shit.

It's supposed to be 70 tomorrow. Time to paint my toenails and get out my sundresses. Whoo Hooo. I love summer.
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[4/19/2001 8:42:34 PM | Rebecca Seeley]
Need to back off from the whole ex-fiance thing, as recently accidentally refered to him as "finace" in conversation with co-worker. That was just my first clue. We worked out, had dinner, and went shopping tonight. A regular couple, I swear.

Want to be couple with someone other than him. Just don't know who.

House is on the market. Officially listed and soon to have an entourage of people slogging through my home opening closets and probably even my fridge. Larry keeps saying, "take your valuables with you when you go to work." What valuables? I can't get the TV into the convertible.

Sky and Tony had their baby yesterday. Named her Sidra Makay. It sounds Turkish or something. Or, it actually sounds like some sort of bug repellent. Deet, Sidra, Citranella, "Deep Woods OFF" - whatever. Anyway, I will plan on going to Chi-town in the next couple of months to see the little bundle of joy. Mental note to self *don't be bitter because I don't even have a BOYFRIEND and my best friends are having children.*

Another mental note to self *Don't let Tony and Sky see this blog, as joked about their childs name*

Oh, the ex is coming over again after soccer practice (in an hour). I'm pitiful.
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[4/19/2001 2:34:42 PM | Rebecca Seeley]
New blogger is up! Will update daily. Shut up... I REALLY will. I mean, I've been totally inspired by Bridget Jones. In fact, weighed myself this morning. 118.5. GAG. To think I was down to 112 before the cruise. Need to get down to cruise weight before putting on a bikini again.

Cute YOUNG new business guy (Eric Dunn) invited me to drinks tonight. Yeah, that sounds good, doesn't it? He invited like 68 people. *sigh* At least I made the list. I mean, there are 275 people that work here, so I made the top 68. Yeah. What am I talking about? I don't have the energy to date a 23-year-old. Or the body.

Another Porsche meeting. More later.
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