Friday, January 27, 2012

Welcome to Dumpsville.

Have you ever had a bad dream about someone and it made you angry with them in real life? Has a dream ever made you angry at yourself?

This morning, I woke up heartbroken from a strange dream. I was at home* anxiously awaiting a phone call from my boyfriend (boyfriend in my dream was my ex boyfriend) as he was coming home from a long trip in Hawaii and I hadn't talked to him since he left*. 

He texted me letting me know that he was home safely but would have to wait to call me later. I was upset. I went to my sister and told her that he wasn't going to call me until later and it hurt my feelings because I missed him.

A smirk developed on her face** and she told me that he had sent her a text message and asked if he should break up with me over the phone or wait until he could do it in person.

A few minutes later, he called. I knew what he was calling to say. He told me he wanted to break up and that he'd never felt more right about a decision in his life. I asked him if he had been thinking of it before or if it was a new development (i.e., did he meet some Hawaiian girl). His response was, "I realized it the second I was away from you***."

I cried. Then I went into the next room to talk to my friends about it. Because it's a dream, it was possible for them to all magically appear in my living room as soon as I hung up the phone.

I was telling them the breakup story and they all stopped listening****. I ran to my room crying. And then I woke up.

*Signs I didn't notice in the dream. Why was I not picking up my boyfriend from the airport? And why had I not talked to him the whole time he was gone?
**My sister always smirks when she tells me bad news. I don't know if it's because she's half-smiling to make the news sound less bad, or if she gets some twisted satisfaction from delivering bad news.

What the hell does that dream mean? I've been super stressed out this week and have needed a good cry, so maybe I wanted to get it out in a dream since my eyes don't really leak much in real life. Or. Maybe, just maybe. It was the Universe getting me back for breaking up with him. Or, well, how I broke up with him.

Now, I would never send a breakup text message like Lindzi from the Bachelor supposedly received...

Welcome to Dumpsville, population: you!

But I did maybe kinda officially break up with my last boyfriend via text. What? I know, rude. But it wasn't really that bad. We were on a "break"* and when I realized it wasn't going to get better, I sent him something like "I just can't do this anymore". Then a phone conversation and in person conversation happened, too. But it was initiated via text. After a year and a half of dating.

But I didn't send him to Dumpsville. I sent him to the chapel. Cause less than 2 years later, he got married. 

*Breaks never work. Breaks are stupid. You either want to be with someone or you don't. 

Anyway, this dream has had me in a funk all day. Luckily, it's Friday...I'm leaving work an hour early, and I'm going out tonight. 

Happy weekend!!

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

NOT Okay, Cupid.

About a year ago, an old roommate (dude) of mine signed up for online dating with OK Cupid. He met a girl. It didn't work out. But still, he told me I should sign up. Reluctantly, I did. I never planned on meeting someone...

And I didn't. Because I don't respond to creepy ass messages from strangers on the internet. However, it is fun to check my junk mail (where the messages go) every now and then to laugh at the things guys must think girls want to hear.

A few recent examples:

Are you a 4th grader? No cause 4th graders can spell "you're".

Umm.. No thanks.

Well, would you consider giving me free pedicures?

Get away from me.

I've also seen multiple people I went to high school with, someone I know who is MARRIED, I've gotten way too many messages that start with the words "hey there [insert one of the following:] beautiful, gorgeous, pretty, and lovely", and, worst of all...someone with the username "exconwithtats" messaged me...

Is your name Faye?

Uh oh. No. No it's not.

Now, I'm not knocking online dating for everyone. The commercials tell me that 1 in 5 relationships now begin online and I say -- that's great. But I want to be one of the other 4.

Okay, now I'm off to go Facebook stalk boys I think are cute cause that's totally not the same thing.

Friday, January 20, 2012


No, not the crop circle/alien/foil hat/"There's a monster outside my room can I have a glass of water" movie.

Signs from the Universe.

Do you believe in signs? I have seen them all around me lately.

I had a rough night Tuesday. As I was driving home from a very pointless 2 hour solo road trip, I broke down crying. I was scanning the radio looking for a good station but eventually just gave up and stopped on a song I didn't like because I just wanted to cry. Then, that random station played two back to back Nirvana songs.

I think it was the Universe telling me it's all gonna be okay.

After that experience that made me rethink a lot of things in my life, I went to get sushi with my sister. My fortune cookie said "It's the right time to make new friends."

I think it was the Universe telling me I need new friends.

I had a conversation with an old friend and I was telling her that I think I need a change in my life. Obviously I won't be moving anytime soon because I'm in a lease and I live with a couple of my best friends, but something needs to change. The very next day I was presented with the possibility of a new opportunity.

I think it was the Universe telling me that change is possible.

Last night, I went to the Young Professionals gathering. I was only going to stay for a little while, but I ended up staying longer than expected. I had good conversations with friends, met new people, and made plans with girls that I don't often hang out with (though I wish I did).

I think it was the Universe telling me that those "new friends" I need are easy to find. And the Universe also told me about half off wine on Wednesdays at 208.

What has the Universe been telling you lately? 

Are you listening?

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Romantic Comedy Daydreams

I've always had an active imagination. I guess that's why I've always loved to write.

But maybe my imagination is a little too active. Any time I'm not seriously focusing on a task (something at work, watching television, shaving my legs...) I am daydreaming.
And let me tell daydreams are detailed. And completely unrealistic. I've been the star of many a romantic comedy (with a great stylist and an unlimited budget) in my mind.

There was the one where we met at a wedding and instantly fell in love. The one where we locked eyes at a concert and instantly fell in love. The one where we bumped into each other at a sporting event and instantly fell in love.

Most of the time, my costar is Ben Affleck. Sometimes it's someone I don't know. Sometimes it's someone I do know. But it's usually Ben Affleck.

Basically, my daydreams have spoiled me. I want an epic first meeting with my future love. That ain't gonna happen. I'll probably meet him at a bar and then throw up on his shoes (I mean at church during communion, Mom). Cheesy love-at-first-sight romance only happens in the movies. So I should probably stop daydreaming.

Or become a screenwriter.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Tuesday Tidbits

I had a very productive off day yesterday. My roommate's sweet boyfriend surprised her by grocery shopping and doing dishes while we were at the movies Sunday night, so my day began with rearranging all of the groceries and dishes into their proper places. After that, I went grocery shopping for myself. I spent about $200 on a ton of food. Lots of veggies, the makings for about 4 dinner meals, lunches, snacks, even breakfast foods. After unloading everything, I went to McDonald's for dinner. It happens.

The Bachelor. What a crazy show it was last night, right? Actually, I haven't watched it yet. I didn't watch any TV last night (aside from some Australian Open tennis) because I was busy being productive. But from what I've gathered by your tweets... someone went on an outrageous date (surprised?), Shawntel from Brad's seasons joined the girls in competition*, I'm sure there were tears, and girls got sent home.** I have a feeling my 4 favorites (least hated) are still my 4 favorites (least hated) unless they got sent home.
*If you go on the show once, basically it means you have access to anyone who has ever been on the show. I have a few guys from past seasons that I'd like to access.
**Who got sent home?
I also haven't seen PLL, HIMYM, or 2 Broke Girls. The DVR is calling my name.
I began a deep clean of my bedroom last night. It needed it. I've already gathered a box of "donate" items that includes an old iHome that I never use, a backpack, a few purses and clutches, and 6 scarves that I have owned for years but never worn. I don't think they're items that are worth it to sell/ship, so they're going to Goodwill. My closet, on the other hand, has many sell-worthy items that will probably be making an appearance on the blog soon. Get your wallets ready, ladies.
My birthday is 3 weeks (and 1 day) away. This year, I'm asking for money. Money money money money...MONEY! I have to be frugal in 2012 so that I can spend big bucks on big things instead of lots of little bucks on lots of little things. Usually, the items on my Christmas list that I didn't get become my birthday list...but I got almost everything this year (and the things I didn't get are sold out). My birthday present to myself for the past two years has been tickets to the Memphis Tennis tournament to see Andy Roddick's first round match. Sadly, I won't be going this year. I'm going to add that money into my "vacation" fund...because I'm going on roughly 7 trips this year.

I'm really not sure how I'll be celebrating. Crazy, I know. I usually make a huge spectacle out of my birthday and it lasts a whole month. But who cares about 24? It seems like a lame year. I better have a cake though, that's all I'm sayin'.

If you want to send me birthday happies, I love cards. And candy. And anything else you might want to send. My mailbox will be awaiting.

A beloved Ole Miss player will be wearing a Super Bowl ring on February 5th no matter what teams wins. (I'm cheering for Green-Ellis if you didn't know.)

How is your Tuesday? Who got sent home on the Bachelor? What's this about a new cute boy on PLL? Do you need my address? And who are you rooting for to win the Super Bowl?

Monday, January 16, 2012

Would You Rather?

I'm lying on my couch because I don't have to go to work today. (One of the many reasons MLK's dream was pretty damn awesome.) But, guys...I still have a case of the Mondays. Mosby woke me up at 5:30 wanting to go out. He then went out and came in approximately 38290 times and now that I can't go back to sleep, he's passed out on the couch with me. What a loser.

Thankfully Rachel is here to keep me company. And by that, I mean we're texting each other from rooms that are 10 feet apart. We're cool like that.

Rachel posted a Would You Rather blog post today and since I can't get back to sleep, I figured I'd play along. Thankfully the question "Would you rather get to sleep in or have a cute puppy?" isn't on there. Y'all might be ashamed of my answer.

Here we go.

Would you rather be given $5,000, no questions asked or lose 20 lbs with the guarantee of never gaining it back?
Shit. I'd have to pick the money at this point. I need a new car. But I have two beach trips in April. And 20 lbs? No, I think I'd have to pick the money.

Would you rather be poor and work in a job you absolutely love or be rich and work in a job you hate going to?
Shallow much? I'd rather be rich. I can do the things I love while I'm not at work. I guess maybe it depends on just how poor you actually mean. Begging for food/starving children/cardboard box house...I'll take the job I hate.

Would you rather have your flight delayed 8 hours or lose your luggage, only finding it after your trip is over?
Gotta have my luggage. Guess my trip is starting about 8 hours late. No big deal.

Would you rather go without Internet or a car for a month?
Not that I'm addicted to the Internet, but I'd pick a car. Oxford is bike friendly (ha, like I would bike to work) and has public transportation, I have great friends with cars, and I've become friends with the cabby who always takes me home from the bar. I'd be set.

Would you rather be a member of the cast of Friends or Sex and the City?
I was a big fan of friends when I was younger, and I just recently started watching Sex and the City. I really want to say neither, but I guess I'll go with Sex and the City.

Would you rather date someone 20 years older or 10 years younger?
I'd rather date someone 20 years older than 5 years younger. I've always dated older guys (though I've never gotten above an 8 year difference). I don't think I could handle babysitting.

Would you rather always have to say anything that comes to your mind or never be able to speak?
I already say anything/everything that comes to my mind. If not with my words, than with my facial expressions. But usually with my words.

Would you rather marry Kris Humphries or Scott Disick?
Give me Kris. I don't keep up with the Kardashians, but I watched the first half of the wedding (not so) special and I've caught parts of episodes here and there. I just have a thing for Kris. I think he's real. He's sarcastic and funny (and everyone seems to see that as him being mean to Kim). I won't get into how I think he really thought the marriage would last and she knew it wouldn't before it started, so I'll just say...I'd pick Kris. And he's so tall.

Would you rather be banned from Facebook or Blogger?
Oh, Facebook...of course. I'd rather read your anecdotes than see that so and so is breaking up with so and so and so and so changed her picture to a sonogram and so and so's feelings can only be described by a paragraph long song lyric.

Would you rather skip Christmas or your birthday?
My birthday of course. Aside from the real reason we celebrate brings everyone together. And I'd much rather have that. Plus, I get more presents on Christmas than I do on my birthday. Duh.

So...what would you rather?

Friday, January 13, 2012

Feel Good Friday

The past two weeks have just flown by for me. 2012 needs to slow its roll. To help me savor all the small details of the week, here's a roundup.

I was disappointed in the outcome of the National Championship game Monday night. For about 5 seconds. And then I remembered that I hate Bama and LSU. Hotty Toddy.

I hate the phrase LOL but was uber excited when my football crush tweeted it to me.

I didn't miss any of my P90X workouts this week and I feel fantastic. Though I did cut one short when my band (for pullups) popped off my door and hit me in the chest. Ouch.

I almost went on a semi-spontaneous trip to Atlanta for an interview (not work related) this weekend but then I remembered that I have to work tomorrow morning. Plus side: I won't have to pay for all that gas. Oh and I'll be racking up quite a few overtime hours.

I'm wearing all black and grey today for Friday the 13th. Actually, black and grey are my primary colors and I just realized it's Friday the 13th.

My awesome bff Rachel is off work tonight, so I think we'll be going out for drinks. I haven't been out yet in 2012. Shocking.

Oh and we might go see Beauty and the Beast before we hit the bar. I'm not a huge fan of 3D, but Beauty and the Beast is not only my favorite Disney's my favorite movie of all time. I mean, come has the hottest prince. Tall, skinny, long hair.

I have still only shaved my legs once in 2012. Perk of being single or reason why I'm single?

I moved a work meeting from Sunday the 23rd to Saturday the 22nd so I don't miss the AFC Championship game. I even offered adult beverages as leverage for the attendees to agree to have it on Saturday. Don't tell HR.

I saw this video the other day and it gave me chills...his words say a lot, but His words say it all.

*I do not disagree with religion. I am a fan (and member) of organized religion. But Jesus being present in you is far more important than you being present in a church. 

Happy Friday y'all.

Speaking of "y'all". Rachel and I have been planning to do an accent vlog for months. It's happening soon.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Why I Almost Quit

I mentioned on Friday that I almost stopped blogging in 2012. And I did. It wasn't something I had really been thinking about but one day (while on vacation) I thought to myself, "I'm going to stop blogging". In all honesty, I think I said it aloud to myself. Because I do that sometimes. But that's not the point.

I decided to stay and limited it to (as seen in my 12 in 2012 post) "I will only blog when I actually have something to say". 

I've said before...I'm not a professional writer because I like to write. And when I'm told to do something, I simply do not want to do it. I don't want to feel like blogging is a job. I don't have sponsors and I've turned down ads and product reviews. That's not what this is for me. It's not a job for me.

So, I don't want to write a post every day. I don't want to write phony or cheesy posts just so there is one. I don't want to click "publish" if it's not something I really feel like saying.

And while I absolutely adore the people I communicate with through blogging and I value every email and comment (and wish you'd send even more)...I don't do this for you. I do it for me. And that's exactly why you should like me. And ultimately, that's why I decided to stay.

I hope you continue to stick around. Cause I kinda like you, too.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

12 in 2012

Now that we're well into the second week of 2012 and I'm still on track with all of my resolutions, I can share them with you.

Resolutions. Goals. Life changes. Whatever you want to call em, they're here.

I saw a few people (like Miss Merrymaker) do a 12 in 2012 list. Then I noticed my Erin Condren planner has 12 lines in the goals section for January. Quite serendipitous.

So, here are 12 things I would like to accomplish in 2012.

Because those are the best posts, aren't they?

Day 0 was last Monday. Day 90 is April 1. And then I have 2 beach trips in April. Perfect timing.

I will be selling/giving away loads of clothes. Anyone need dresses? Most still have tags.

Seriously. I'm like an old woman with osteoporosis. Maybe I just need to start drinking milk?

Time to brush up on my development skills and look for new jobs. A starter job shouldn't last more than 2 years right? I have until August.

This must happen. Soon. And new = new to me.

I just read 3 in 3 days. I think I can handle 24 in 12 months. Recommendations are welcomed.

And stick to them.

Maybe this one on Valentine's Day.

I've been bouncing around. I'm ready to stick to one and get involved.

With friends. Of friends. Of things. Everything.

About real things. I'm blunt and I say what's on my mind but I rarely say what's in my heart.

Some other random resolutions that didn't make it into my planner but are still on the list:

-No taking the elevator at work*. (It's two floors.)
-No returning to old flames/crushes/hookups (with one exception).
-Send more snail mail to friends. (Give me your address if you want on this list.)
-Limit restaurant eating. (This goes along with P90X and budgeting.)

Are you still sticking to your resolutions? What goals do you have this year?

*This, surprisingly (or not), is the hardest one to follow. But I'm doing it.

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Miscellaneous Monday

I had the most boring, lazy, perfect weekend. I only left the house once, never put on makeup, and slept a whole lot. Now it's back to work. Hopefully this week will go by as fast as last week did. Let's get it started with some miscellany tidbits.

[Criminal Minds]

So, we all know I'm a tad bit obsessed with Criminal Minds, right? I've seen every episode multiple times. Last night I was watching a marathon and got so excited because my favorite episode was on.

The unsub (unidentified subject, or, bad guy) kidnaps father/daughter pairs. He also kidnaps homeless men. He then makes the father fight the homeless men in an empty pool. Loser dies. Not the best storyline for the show. But it's my favorite because it's the hottest unsub.


Before the CM marathon, I watched the Broncos v Steelers game. No matter where you stand on the Tebow issue, it was a great game. With an amazing ending. The Broncos won with a touchdown pass from Tebow on the first play of overtime. 

But the real issue here isn't football at all, is it? (Yes, it is. But nobody will let it be.) The people that hate on Tebow for being a Christian really bother me. The people that hate on people for hating on Tebow for being a Christian bother me even more. I saw a Facebook thread after the game where someone said that Tebow deserved the win more because Roethlisberger is a rapist and Tebow is a Christian.

I'm a Christian and I have way more respect for non-Christians than I do for hypocritical Christians. Now, can we let this be about football again? Cause we all know Tebow is gonna get beat next week anyway.


Mr. Mosby turned 5 months old Saturday. And he still only weighs 25 lbs. I'll be rather disappointed if he doesn't grow into his big paws. 
But he's handsome so I guess I'll keep him anyway.

[BCS Championship]

Sorry Bachelor Ben, I'll be watching football tonight. SEC vs SEC. Of course, we're the best conference in the nation. And I'll be rooting for LSU. Let's Geaux Tigers. (Bama is right there with State on my "most hated SEC teams" list.)

Do the Brad Wing.


To go along with the crazy fog outside, I'm listening to a very somber/mellow/awesome playlist today. It includes this beauty.

How is your Monday?

Coming this week: My 2012 goals & and explanation of why I almost quit blogging.

Friday, January 6, 2012


I'm not catholic so I don't get to publicly confess very often. Here goes.

So far in 2012, the latest I've stayed up has been 11:30. This is shaping up to be my favorite year.

 I've only shaved my legs once in 2012. It's winter. Get off my back. And my legs.

I skipped Tuesday's P90X workout. But I was sick and I'm making it up on Sunday. Doesn't count.

I've only worn makeup to work one day this week. And that's one more than usual.

I almost decided to quit blogging in 2012. More on that later.

What do you have to confess? Link up here.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

January: The Month of Diet & Exercise

I'm not much of a dieter. I like to work out (P90X please) but I also like to sleep in. And I like ice cream. And chips. I don't know that much about health and fitness, really.

It's January, so diets and workouts are all around us. TV commercials, conversations, blogs, the veggie drawer in my fridge...

Everyone talks about their goal weight. I don't have one. I have a goal feeling. How I feel is way more important than any number on a scale.

Plus, in my late teens, I looked like this...

That's probably somebody's goal weight. Not mine. I'm not that person anymore. That person = a cheerleader who gave away her food every day at the lunch table. Anorexic? No. Picky? Yes. I only ate on days when we had chicken strips, pizza, or John Wayne Casserole (I'm from a podunk town in Mississippi in case you forgot).

Plus, when I gained a few (or more) pounds in college...I got boobs! I'd never had them before. And I'd like to keep them.

So I'm just gonna stick with my P90X, try not to eat Mexican food more than once a week, and maybe consider cutting down on meat and upping my veggie intake.
Nothin' crazy.

Are you getting healthy this year (or month)?

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Twenty Twelve

It's been a while. My last day at work was December 15, 2011 and my last post on faye'sbook was December 21, 2011. 2011! That was last year!

It was refreshing...unplugging. Or unblogging, really. Cause I still tweeted and got my Facebook updates. But I'm back and I'm happy.

Reflecting and looking back, 2011 was my least favorite of all of the (23) years I've been alive. It wasn't bad, per se. It was just blah. There were no big events (other than shaking Chris Cornell's hand), there were no changes (except adopting a puppy), I didn't really meet anyone new or do anything special. It was rather boring. And I didn't like it.

So here's to 2012. This is my year. Isn't it cheesy and stupid when people say that? Maybe 2012 Faye will be cheesy and stupid. I have resolutions and goals to accomplish, but I'll discuss that later. I'm gonna give myself a week to keep them before I share them with you.

I've decided I like Sex and the City and a Coldplay song. 2012 Faye is different already.

Happy New Year!