Fried vs. Freeze
I'm sitting here checking some local St. Louis news website, and realized that the high today was only in the low 40s with gusty winds and windchills.

But, this morning, in Torrance, I was burning up. Suz and I decided to walk to this little breakfast place round the corner from the Marriot, and then we walked the rest of the way to my company's Torrance office. My forehead was glistening when I got there.

Turned out that today is one of the hottest day. It hit 91 degree in Long Beach!!! Goodness, in the middle of november.

I'll have that 40+ degree weather to look forward to tomorrow when I fly back into St. Louis at night.

Where the heart is
I'm away at Torrance, CA... where half the people I worked with wished they were here instead of me.

But I get to getaway from the cold in St.Louis and bask myself in 75+ degree weather.

I'm sitting at my hotel room mahogany desk, sipping evian, checking emails, enjoying my laptop and broadband connection, and all I want, right now, is to be back there, where the familiar faces are.

Singularity
I spotted a bumper sticker tonight that said "Well-behaved women rarely make history." For some reason, that spurred the singular in me (not that I was going to suddenly misbehave tonight or anything). Thus, I decided on my way home from the gym that I would be brave tonight and have dinner by myself in Joseph Beth Booksellers. I have never had to and never felt that I would be brave enough to ask for a table for one, but tonight when the host/waiter greeted me, I was apparently very proud to declare that I was alone. In hindsight, I think he assumed that I was there alone and didn't ask me the party-of? question. But I volunteered that information anyway, with a big smile on my face. :) The fettucini wasn't all that great, but the reading in a cafe by myself with food and coke nearby was spectacular. I had just purchased "Shopgirl" by Steve Martin for this experience, and the book started out as wonderful as the ambience in the cafe. A couple of times, I giggled by myself at the comic of the book ... and realized that I was missing out on a huge part of life because I've always assumed I wouldn't be brave enough to do something like this, or that this was the un-cool thing to do.

(By the way, Mike had to go out with coworkers again tonight, but today he called 3 times to update me on the status of his homecoming, with the last call advising me to not wait up for him tonight. At least he learned his lesson.)

I had a great time being "single" tonight. I think I'll do it again tomorrow, only I'll have dinner at home and then go hang out at Starbucks with my book and a nice cup o' hot chocolate. Toasty ....

Hmmm ... for some reason, I'm particularly write-y tonight. Maybe I'll just print all of this out and put it in my journal and call it a day. :)

How long will you live?
I just took a "Life Expectancy Calculator" on msn.com ... you know, trying to figure out how much I need to save in order to have decent retirement savings. My results: If you continue maintaining healthy habits, you'll want to plan for a maximum life expectancy of 102 years or more. I gasped so loud that my next-door coworker asked me if everything was OK. I mean, WTF?! Don't get me wrong, I'm proud of the fact that I live a pretty healthy lifestyle, but geez ... I don't wanna live that long!!! Goodness gracious. Here, try the calculator for yourself.

Inconsiderate men are from Mars, irate women are from Venus
I am soooo pissed off at Mike. He went for a company dinner last night and ended up staying out late. The inconsiderate POS didn't even have the courtesy to give me a call so I could go to sleep and not worry. At 1:30 in the morning, I was calling 911, the police station, all the major hospitals ... I even tried the detention center! At 2am, the POS comes waltzing through the front door. My first words to him were "YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!" He started apologizing profusely, but I was so pissed I wasn't planning on giving him the time of day. I locked myself in the bedroom and yelled "Go away! You're sleeping on the couch tonight!"

This morning he sends me an apologetic email, after trying to get me to speak to him again while we were getting ready for work this morning. He asks me to forgive him. I write back and said "If you read the two John Gray books I left on your nightstand, I will forgive you." :) My coworker just told me he thought that was the worst punishment ever! Muahahaha!!! Mike says he will read them ... we'll just have to see how much he loves me, won't we? *evil chuckle*

Are you who you are?
Are you more of a face-to-face person, phone person, or email/internet person? I left a comment on Mae's website and basically said that I feel that I'm more of an email/internet kinda person, since I like myself more that way. I find myself easily intimidated or pressured whenever I'm face-to-face with another person. As far as phones go, I've stopped being a phone chatterbox since I left high school. But I can't figure out if my real personality matches my email/internet personality. Can you be one person when you're emailing/blogging/online chatting, and be another person when you're hanging out with a bunch of people?