This book club is a bust

So, you know how I was all take charge and volunteered to organize a book club for the FRG? Thinking I could make some friends? Not so.

First, I emailed all four girls who signed up and asked if today's date, Oct 18, worked for them. I asked for suggestions on times. One girl gave me a time of 11 AM because she has an infant and an 8 year old. This wasn't really a good time for me because I work during the day, but decided I could take my "lunch hour" to do this. Another girl said today would work, she didn't have a preference on time. Two girls didn't reply period.

So I sent out another email to all four girls again and said we settled on October 18th at 11 at a library. (I know, I know...totally cliche to have a book club at a library, but since I'm still unfamiliar with what's available on post and didn't have a ton of time to get to a cooler location, I decided this was OK for the first meeting). Anyways, one girl wrote back and said she was excited, she'd be there. The girl who suggested 11 AM said that she could not find available childcare at this time. (I really only did this time because it worked for her, and now she couldn't attend. Annoying). Another girl wrote back and apologized for not replying to the first email...she read it and forgot about it (thanks!) and said she could not make it because she works during the day. Still haven't heard back from the 4th girl.

Anyways, today I got up extra early to start working extra early so in case this book club took longer than my "lunch hour," I wouldn't be too far behind. (I picked out a cute, dressier outfit than I've been wearing these days (not jeans and a t-shirt), blow dried and straightened my hair, put on make up and wore a new pair of flats that eventually gave me blisters on the back of my heels). I was excited all morning for this book club and to try to make at least one friend. I got to the library at about 10:50 and sat down at a table in the back, where I said we would meet. I saw some girl also sitting by herself listening to an iPod, and wondered if she was the girl who never responded to either of the emails. (Not going to lie, I Facebook stalked the girls so I could get an idea of who they are. And iPod girl was not familiar to my stalking). So I sat down at a different table. It was 11:15 and I decided I'd ask iPod girl if she was there for a book club. Nope! So I sat back down at my table all alone. I checked my email on my phone to see if anyone cancelled or emailed me by any chance. Nope. I decided to give someone...anyone...the benefit of the doubt who was running extremely late and was going to make a bad impression on me. I stuck around till 11:30. Still no one when I walked out of there at 11:35.

My first experience with a book club and I got stood up! How lame is that?!

Now I'm contemplating if I send out an email and tell them no one showed up and try to reschedule (so I can get stood up again...) or if I tell them no one showed up, but in order to this club going...ever...I decided on a book, here's the title, here's when we're meeting next. And tell them to be there or be lame and if they choose to be lame, they're outta my book club!

On a side note, I went to an FRG meeting the other day and saw a few girls that looked cool and I wanted to talk to them. But there were like 4 or 5 of them and I was way too intimidated to go up to them and introduce myself and be all like, "hey, do you want to be my friend?" Plus, the last two FRG meetings have been held in a movie theater (wtf, a movie theater is NOT a place to have a meeting. People are all scattered around the seats, all sitting alone, kids running up and down the aisle, yelling. It's not an environment where you can really socialize with other spouses). So I walked out of there not talking to a soul and it made me miss my real friends.

Can I have my old friends from Michigan back? Please? I really miss them. Making friends is hard work.

i hate crying

I hate crying at work. And coworkers overhearing me crying at work.

I’m so over this deployment.

I don’t want to make a big decision right this very moment, I want to think about it.

But no, I can’t. Why? Because it’s the Army and they want their answer now.

I also hate that I’m about to start my period, which makes everything SO much worse. And the crying non-stoppable.

I also fucking hate that I spilled boiling water on my dumb hand this morning.

Is this all over yet?

$280.76 later...

And I have 2 new pairs of glasses! Well, not quite yet, but they will be here in about a week. I was in a pissy mood having to go there yesterday, as my previous post made clear. It was a new doctor, new office, new everything and I didn’t want to 1) pay the hefty price for glasses and sunglasses 2) go to a new doctor 3) really get rid of my glasses, although I did want new ones.

I got there to find the whole office had been re-done and they had a much larger selection of glasses than I was expecting. I also got there early and was trying some on, and actually found quite a few pairs that I actually liked. I took them with me to the eye exam, and the doctor said he was there to reveal all my secrets. I said, “maybe my eyeball secrets, but not my deepest darkest secrets!” There was also a big letter “E” on the wall, and I was soooo hoping he’d ask me what letter was projected on the wall. I had all intentions of saying “yer mom, rated “E” for everyone!” Oh god, how I wanted so badly to say that!!

After my exam, I went into the lobby area to resume looking for glasses. I was waiting for someone to help me, and then someone called my name. I didn’t have my regular glasses on so everything was blurry, but this guy named Justin came over to help me. He said something like, “so you’re here to pick out new glasses, huh?” I mumbled something like, “yeah, but I don’t want to be here and I don’t want to pay a bunch of money for new glasses.” He got my drift that I wasn’t happy, but he was totally cool about it, and he made it fun actually. I told him it was not a fun task picking out new glasses, and then since he was wearing glasses, I said, “do you even have to wear those glasses, or are they ones you are wearing just for show? I have a friend that works at Pearl Vision who doesn’t wear glasses, but she did at work, just to you know…make it more real.” He said, “they’re real…try them on!” and then he handed them over, and before I could even put them on, I could tell he was blind as a bat. hA! I said, “oh wow, yeah, you are a real glasses wear-er and you’re blind!!” Thankfully he laughed at it, I realized it was kinda mean after I said it out loud. I told him I also needed to get sunglasses because my other ones broke in half and I said, “it didn’t even break in the middle, above the nose, where it could be taped and I could look like a nerd. No, it broke in the middle of the frame, above the middle of the lens.” He said, “wow, when you break something, you really do it big.” My motto is, “go big or go home.” I also apologized for my bad attitude towards getting new glasses, it’s just I have a hard time finding ones I like, and I don’t like paying for them. He was nice about it. I first showed him the glasses I currently have, the ones I really like, and still get compliments on, even after having them for so long. He agreed they looked nice on me. I then tried on the pairs for him that I had picked out. It was really weird getting another guys opinion on what looked good on me and what didn’t. He was very nice about it, and he gave me good, honest opinions (I hope at least). I picked out a super cheap pair (only $79!!!) and I agreed they were really plain, but they did look OK. He said they were too plain for me. I tried on another pair and they were way too big for my face. I asked if they came in a smaller size…haha never thought I’d be asking that considering my pant size!!! After checking, he said they didn’t come in a smaller size. 2 down, 5 to go. I tried on the others, and I looked closely at the prices of each. I tried on the more expensive glasses, but then decided they were not worth the $169 and $179. I was down to 2 pairs, both at $119. I liked them equally. I tried them on over and over. The thing about trying on glasses, is that you can’t even see clearly, because you don’t have your regular lenses to see through so it’s hard to tell what really looks good on you. It’s stupid. I really liked a pair by Seventeen….I know, it sounds really young and I felt like I should be 16 years old again in high school wearing them. They had little printed circles on the arm things, and I asked if they made the glasses seem “too young, for a teenager.” He said he honestly hadn’t even noticed that about them. I tried them both on a few more times, and then ended up picking the Seventeen ones.

Then I tried on the 2 pairs of sunglasses that I liked. I am not a fan of the big “bug eye” style glasses, and I told him that, so he’d have an idea of what I wanted before I tried them on. They look stupid on me. So, I put the first pair on, and then I put the second pair on, and he said he liked the first pair better because they sit better on my nose. Hmmmm. I put on the other pair to see what he was talking about and there was a little gap. Sold. They’re a little “bug eyed,” but not really. I think I’ll really like them.

We sat down at the counter so he could put in my order and I told him I was expecting to spend close to $400 out of my pocket for these stupid glasses. He rang up my glasses, and it only ended up being $56.76 out of my pocket!! Sweet success there! Then he started ringing up my sunglasses, and they were on sale, and they came to a total of $224. He said good thing I aimed high on spending $400, because I only ended up spending $280 and that’s always fun when that happens. He swiped my debit card, and another lady said to me, “oh, are those your new glasses?” I was wearing my old ones, my rickety ones, and I said, “no, these are my old ones. I have to replace these.” And she said, “ohhh that’s too bad. Those look so good on you!! They really compliment your face!” She went on for another minute or so about how nice they looked on me, and I said to the Justin guy, “see, this is why I don’t want to replace these. I get quite a few compliments on them still, considering how long I’ve had them!” We sat back down so I could sign my papers and I said quietly to him, “that lady? She is totally my new best friend!” He laughed at me. Oh man, I love when people laugh at my jokes. It feeds me, and I keep going with jokes, and that’s exactly what was happening. He kept laughing, I kept making jokes. One time, Seth told me, “you’re the funniest person I know!” That was almost 2 years ago and I still make him laugh. I remember exactly where we were at when he said that. It was November 2008 and we were in our hotel room in Ft. Drum, right after he came back from Iraq. It was right outside the bathroom door and I was against the wall and he was coming out and I made some lame joke that was ridiculous and he was lol’ing at me. He like pinned me against the wall and said I was the funniest person he knew and then he kissed me. :)

So there we have it. After about an hour of being there, this Justin guy said my glasses will be in, in about a week and he’ll call when I can pick them up. He was totally cool and nice and laughed at my jokes, which made the whole experience better than I was expecting. I’m even excited to finally get my glasses. I sent Seth an email about them last night, and told him I’d send him pictures when I get them. He said he’s excited for pictures and he’s excited to see me wearing them!!

This is probably one of the most boring blog posts in the entire universe to read. Ever. Who writes 230948203948203942 words about glasses? Apparently I do. Sorry for the lameness.