I have been talking for quite some time now about moving to the city.  Which city is the key that I had yet to figure out. With my new found freedom of singlehood, I no longer have ties to the small town I currently call home. That’s why I’m going to make the step to moving closer to DC.  I may still eventually move to New York or Chicago, which are the top two cities on my list in the US, but this will be the first go round for myself. I’ll figure out if I’m really built for the lifestyle and if I can deal with the fast pace it seems to offer.

But there are other things besides those items above that I am looking forward to.  I’ll have a better quality of life. Growing up and living my whole life in a small town, I know about half of the people walking down the street on any given day.  Many people move here because that’s what they’re looking for.  I, in the other hand, am a social butterfly. I want to spread my wings, meet new people every single day, and be able to say hi to a hundred strangers while walking down the street.

And yes, while I do also enjoy working for the small firm I currently work for, I also would like to experience working for a nationwide firm.

I may come out hating it; I may come out loving it, but either way, I will have discovered a little bit more about myself.

Here’s to you, Washington, DC. I’ll be seeing you soon.

I am the queen of bachelorette living right now.  My house has zero food, except for a large pizza I won at the soccer game I sang at . . . last Thursday.  Yeah, I think that needs to go.

Until last night, I had been pushing every ounce of toothpaste out of my tube for the past two weeks.  I have half a roll of toilet paper left.  My paper towel roll is down to about five sheets.

Yes, this is my life these days.  I’m never home.  I work all day, coach soccer by night and hit the high life on the weekends with the ladies in DC.

Quite frankly, it’s been the most amazing time of my life.  The past four months have been a time of reflection for me and a time for me to focus on . . . well, ME.  It’s been awesome because I forgot how awesome I was!  HA.  That’s a little confidence for you, right?   And I’m finally free.

Regardless, my life needs to progress.  I am me.  I have found myself again and I have found what I want most: to move to the City.  I have spoken about doing this for quite some time, whether it were Chicago or NYC or DC.  I need the city life.  I love it.  I thrive off it.

But don’t worry about me.  I took care of everything.  I bought new toothpaste, toilet paper and paper towels last night.  Hell, I even thought about my dogs and got them more dog food (before we ran out!!! no perogies for these pups this month!).  Yes, I’m on a roll.  Watch out.

My dearest universe,

As of lately, you seem to be hitting me with everything bad, horrible, incomplete and otherwise repulsive.  What have I done to deserve this?  Please place some love back into my life, otherwise, we may be meeting far sooner than I ever imagined due to the massive amount of stress I’m currently under.

You see, my life is fantastic, fabulous, to be envied by some, in fact.  I have great friends.  I have an amazing support system surrounding me.  But what you’ve thrown at me lately?  Why, even this lifeline I have cannot seem to couple it in fear.

I am posing a serious proposition for you: lift the burdens you have placed on my soul.  Complete me in a way I never deemed possible.  Help me understand the toils and troubles that lie in my wake.  Yes, dear universe, I am begging and pleading with you; make my life whole again.

Love, Me

No, people, it is NOT okay to suck face with someone else (or more) in public places.  I’m not talking a small peck on the lips.  I’m talking full-fledged tongue on tongue.

It reminds me of my grandmother trying to eat a chicken wing with no dentures.  Slobber everywhere.  *shudders*

If you’re drunk, I might give you an excuse, depending on the severity of the crime, but if you’re not drunk, get an effing room.  No one wants to see you get aroused and wet (whether it’s your face or somewhere else), so spare me, in particular, PLEASE.

And if you’re fifteen, REALLY go get a room.  And think to yourself, is this something my mama would be proud of me for?

And girl on girl action if you’re not gay is only okay when you’re in college.  Once you’ve graduated, growing up is essential and that’s no longer a necessity to get the attention of men, unless you want to get with a player.  Then by all means, have at it.

For many of you, social media is a way of life; a way to pay the bills; a way to get through the day-to-day routines.

For me, it’s an outlet.  One that allows me to network, reach out to those people I otherwise would have no connection to and, surprisingly, make new friendships that may take me to newer levels.

This past weekend and this week was, and is, a big one for those of you who do this for a living.  I have been told by people out here that I should consider a “side-career” in social media because, at least according to them, I’m pretty damn good at it.  I have helped multiple local businesses get started in this new area of enlightenment.  However, as much as I love social media myself, I would be afraid to pursue anything in it strictly because I love it that much.

It’s kinda like me a and singing.  I have such a passion for it and I love it with everything that is within me and wish nothing more than that was all I could do, but . . . I’m scared.  Completely and utterly scared.  Only now have I been brave enough to start a wedding/special event singing business.  Only last week did I finally submit tapes to DC United and Washington Freedom to do nothing more than merely sing the National Anthem for them.

Branching out into something unknown is always a scary endeavor.  I’m comfortable where I am, which is why I need your help! I have been teetering with the idea of a job in the “big city” and surrounding areas of DC for over two years now.  I have been told to get into the government multiple times–benefits, flexibility, pay scales–which is why this social media is now going to be extended one small branch further for me this week.  I’m asking you to help me find a mid-level accounting position, whether it be private, governmental or public.  I have five years of experience in a CPA firm and want to push myself outside of my comfort zone and into something new.

If anyone has any leads or referrals they can send my direction, please shoot me an email.  I’m willing to look at many different avenues to figure out where I want to go with my life next.

Yes, tonight.

Tonight there will be madness in the streets.

Particularly in the streets of Columbia.

Shinedown . . . Chevelle . . . Sevendust  . . . Puddle of Mudd . . .

3 of my favorite bands rocking out (did you happen to know my favorite band is Redline Addiction though? Yeah, check them out.  And while you’re at it, take a gander at this as well) . . .

Alcohol, crazy people enjoying themselves in what is most likely inappropriate manners.  I’m ready for 5 PM to roll around when the first band takes the stage.

Sure, it’s going to be hot.  Sure, I’m going to be around tons of people that I would never want myself stuck in padded room with, but hey, I get to see those crazy ass bands take the stage and ROCK THE EFF OUT.

So, come 5 PM, I will be out of commission until further notice (or rather tomorrow).

Happy Hump Day!!!

From 130 PM on Friday afternoon until 11 PM Saturday was probably the best time I’ve had in a long time . . . regardless fo the fact that 16 hours of that was spent in a car.

Hammock camping, rocking out to some randomly weird music my friend Mal adores and driving through a foot of water . . . yeah, I’d have to say I had a pretty kick ass weekend.

Mal, her bf and I headed up to Niagara Falls for what was supposed to be the whole weekend, but ensuing and threatening weather kept us from it.  We at least got to spend a few hours at the Falls before getting drenched with a torrential downpour.

I have to say though . . . all those things guys say about Canadian women being super hot . . . well, I guess Niagara Falls, Ontario does not fall into that category.  There was an onslaught of overweight girls, particularly ones wearing clothes that just didn’t fit . . . I’m all for self-expression, but honey, sometimes you have to understand what looks good and what just . . . well . . . doesn’t.

I also have to say that I felt out-numbered in the American department.  I understand America is bordering the country, so there may not be as much pool for us to go there as other foreigners, but quite honestly, if I were from the Czech or Slovakia, such as those who were waiting in line in front of us at CBP, I don’t think I’d want to fly halfway across the world just to see these Falls.  I think there might be bigger and better things that would pull me in . . . what those may be, I do not know, but then again, I would have to be them and not be to fully understand.

Anywho . . . the next time I go on a trip, I think I’m going to attempt to be the bitchy tourist because when we were out there, we were awfully nice . . . asking couples if we wanted them to take their picture for them and what not.

But believe it or not, even with all the driving we did for one night, it was totally worth it.  Not only to see the beauty of the Falls, but to just get away, even for one night, and be somewhere where I was A) out of my comfort zone and B) with two of the greatest people I’ve met in a while.

If you’re lucky and are friends with me via Facebook, check out my pictures, especially the ones I’m tagged in from Mal.  Some are a hoot, particularly the one where we look like we’re falling over the bridge . . . all to grab my lens cap that I dropped into Canada.

Let me get down and dirty when I have to say how annoyed I get when you’re “talking” (yes, “talking” as in the “I possibly might want to date you” sense) to someone and they make the implications that they’re not “talking” or “seeing” anyone else, when in reality they are (and no, @brywvu842jets, this has nothing to do with you, so shut your mouth now before I come over there and punch you).

Guys, can we grow up and be honest with each other for once?  Seriously, unless you’re in a committed relationship, who the hell really only dates one person?  Me?  No way.  I’ve juggled as many as seven guys at one time (and no, I didn’t sleep with all of them so GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE WHORE HOUSE).  When you date, you date.  When you’re in a relationship, you’re in a relationship.  It’s that simple.  I know some people aren’t as “modern” as I am when it comes to that, but dating is simply getting to know someone . . . with a little fun (hint, hint).

So if I date you, just realize you’re most likely not the only one, unless I begin repeatedly mentioning the “R” (OMG! RUN AWAY!) word, then that means most likely, I’ve got my eyes set on you.  If I don’t, then hey, I’ve got other fish in my pond to pool from and it’s all good.

I just get annoyed when Facebook gets lit up with “I miss you!”, “I hope you’re having a great time! Try not to think about me too much!”, and “I can’t wait to see you again!”.  First of all, Facebook PDA *GAG*.  Save that for a text message, at the very least.  I don’t want to see that shit lighting up my friend stream (one reason why I rarely long onto Facebook, but hey, I was a little bored last night).

We’re adults.  Seriously.  Let’s starting acting like it.  No more high school bullshit, my friends.

End rant.

PS – I’m still looking for some hot dates, per yesterday’s post.  I’ve got my eye on some MUSICIANS.  *cough cough* Help a girl out, will ya?

Am I not smart enough?

Cute enough?

A good conversationalist?

Why can’t I find a good man? It seems every one I date is a tool bag, or rather turns into one, and those that seem nice enough to be on my pick list either aren’t interested or are already seeing someone.

Does anyone out there want to be a match maker for me?

I’m a public accountant; I love sports and outdoor activities; Am fit (and need I mention SMOKING HOT?); I love wine and good conversation; I’m fun-loving and get along with most everyone. Just ask around!

If interested, please apply within.

****Must be 28 or older, hold a steady paycheck (or entrepreneur) and live in the DC metropolitan area!

Need photos for said man above?  Please, do take note of the below:

***BAHAHAHA; so for fun

I promise I didn’t die over the weekend, although I was sure my friends were attempting to make that happen.

Anywho, my birthday weekend was an absolute blast and I owe it all to my wonderful, spectacular friends.  Although I have to admit, I was a little disappointed because those friends of mine whom I consider my closest didn’t even wish me a happy birthday, but that’s another day, another rant.

I started off the weekend by going home Friday night and promptly falling asleep at 845 PM.

WAIT.  Before you judge, let me explain.  It had been a rough week.  And when Aunt Flo decides she’s going to pop in for a visit, the week before preparing just wears me down to the point of exhaustion.  PMS is worse (for my anyway) than the actual visit.  I get so drained, achy, cranky and just plain blah that I don’t want to do anything.  So I took a little reprieve that night.  Hey, I was trying to get myself ready for the upcoming weekend.

My actual birthday was spent having breakfast with my mama followed by pool time with @CAChurch, an amazing friend from high school whom I hope to begin reconnecting with more and more often.

I then went to dinner with my amazing, amazing friends M&T.  They always know how to make me smile.  I was even special enough to get a special birthday shot from our table’s chef.  PATRON at that.  Damn right, these Japanese know how to party!

Two drinks and a shot later, M drove my car over to the bar where we proceeded to wait for some others.  We got there a tad bit early and the place was, unfortunately, mostly dead for the night, but with dear friends surrounding me, I did not care.

Sunday I didn’t get out of bed until 1245, and it was A-MAZING.  I then went and played soccer with my girls in the intense heat for an hour and a half, rushed home, showered and got ready and headed to my all-time favorite sporting event: A DC UNITED MATCH.

HELLS TO THE YEAH.

Everyone knows my love for soccer . . . but do you know my love for Jaime Moreno (#99)?  Yes, I may speak of other gorgeous soccer players, but this man . . . he wins my heart.  I have adored him since I was about 12 years old, and although he went one year without playing for DC United, he came back and has been with them ever since.  I have seen the man play in three World Cups, watched him score numerous goals (although he didn’t get one Sunday evening), and help DC United win multiple MLS Cups.  I’m sorry, but look at this man’s accomplishments for the team:

• Games:  Jaime Moreno, 308
• Goals:  Jaime Moreno, 129 (Moreno also holds the league record with 131 MLS goals)
• Assists:  Jaime Moreno, 102
• Minutes:  Jaime Moreno, 24,372
• Shots:  Jaime Moreno, 660
• Shots on Goal:  Jaime Moreno, 380
• Game-Winning Goals:  Jaime Moreno, 26
• Penalty-Kick Goals:  Jaime Moreno, 42
• Multi-Goal Games:  Jaime Moreno, 17

He is a talented player and he holds my heart.

I’ll be back to a spirited, funnier self tomorrow  Stay tuned!