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“Dishes Are Done Man” and Other boy problems

This is the random quote of the day.  One of my students busted it out in the middle of wrapping a perm and I about fell on the floor.  Any 80’s baby knows that this line is from “Don’t Tell Mom The Babysitters Dead”.  For the nostalgia.

The entry below is from a draft I found of an old post.  I’m sure I intended to elaborate more on the subject, however I don’t remember exactly why I didn’t post it.  It bothers me because maybe two weeks after I wrote that, I came home after my Vegas vacation and broke off that relationship.  Just like that I didn’t like him anymore.  I’m posting it now because its weird that I felt those feelings for them to just stop.  What is WRONG with me??

I have been striking out so bad in the dating department.  It’s cause I’m picky, they are too young, too clingy, too boring, too much of a party…just too much.  My problem lies in becoming vulnerable.  I absolutely try to have complete control over my life and its understandable.  For so many years I had absolutely no control over my life.  Or so I thought.  I allowed drugs and my emotions to govern everything I did.  Now that I have taken my life back for myself, I don’t want to give up to anybody.  Until now…

Steven, within a week has made me feel all types things that I haven’t felt in years.  I mean years.  I don’t even know if I felt this way about Jason, considering my feelings for him were driven mostly through chemicals.  I would be proud and honored to call him my boyfriend.  I don’t see why he wouldn’t be in the near future.  I have felt so comfortable with him and already see that he really brings out the best in me.

So there it is.  I need to get it together.  Maybe I saw the Vegas light.  I know I did, and maybe this has more to do with it, than the guy I fucked around with when I was there.  Steven turned out to be the stalker type and was just another guy in love with an idea of me, and what I looked like rather then who I am.  He wanted to change me, he was attracted to that Britney Spears animal instinct that I have rather then the man that I am.  The problem is not with me.  The problem is letting people in before I know their intentions.  He was a waste of time.

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Holy Toledo! (Memoirs of A Vacation 3)

Holy Toledo is right!  Being from Chicago, I can really appreciate a city that has a lot of its original historic structures.  I LOVE the glass and steel towering monuments that make up Chicago, but visiting here makes me wonder what kind of beauty was ripped down and demolished to pave the way for becoming the “Home of the Skyscraper”.  You also have to take into effect the miles of highways that seem to run right through the city of Chicago and what was lost to build these roads that are so traveled on today.

Our first stop in our journey was the “Black Kite” coffee shop.  This is my friends place of employment and I got to enjoy a beautifully crafted brunch with the luxury of paying half of the original cost.  My French toast was served with a sweet berry sauce that completely removed my need for maple syrup.  He had some crunchy avocado salad with tortilla, chick peas and of course avocado that I found myself stealing bites from throughout the whole meal.

Next we wondered over to the Rosary Cathedral.  BREATHTAKING.  Born a Catholic and not so practicing, I really was reminded what it was like growing up in the church.  It also made me realize that even being from Chicago, I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a magnificent display of art and wonder.  I took many pictures, lit a candle for my grandma and the fallen addicts before me, also blessed myself on the way out.  I’m far less talented of a writer then most to be able to put into words the glory that I saw and the emotions I felt from just being in that building.

Down the road, within walking distance we stopped to see the Collingwood Arts Center which was taken over from an old school for girls and a convent.  The building was old, built in 1875 I believe and barley touched.  I don’t think there were any changes to the building since it was built.  The glass windows where stained with a fog from the elements.  The wood never touched, down to the wooden stall doors in the bathroom.  The paint was chipping and the hardwood floor that haunting creaked was completely worn in.  I LOVE IT.  We got to do a full tour and entered rooms on all 5 floors hoping to experience something paranormal.  I felt anxious looking around getting a real feel of what it was like to walk those halls all those years ago.  The building was connected to the Christian Gerber mansion, also outstanding, accessible and in similar shape.  I could wander and explore that convent and mansion for hours if time allowed.

There was a free swap across the street at the community garden where I picked up some worn boots and a hoodie.  I’m a sucker for free shit.  The real shopping started at “Handmade Toledo” a crafty gift and clothing shop where I managed to spend $120 on things to bring home to the family, friends and the boyfriend that I anticipate to have.  I forgot that I probably, well, certainly spent more on myself.

Never hearing of the Toledo Mud Hens until my train ride, I became obsessed with the idea of getting myself a baseball hat.  That brought us to Fifth Third Stadium and to my disappointed the gift shop was closed but will reopen tomorrow.  I’M GETTING THIS HAT.  Right down the street was the art museum and we toured that and I got a fabulous book about the sneaker exhibit that will soon be traveling through.

What a long eventful day!  Next up is some dinner and a talent show to end the evening.  All in all, a pretty amazing day full of exploring and sightseeing, exactly what this guy right here wanted to do.  I always get a little home sick, and this time I know why.  I got a special guy waiting at home for me to get back that I can’t wait to spoil with little Toledo gifts and kisses.

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