Christmas 2005

Hi guys! Missy and I went to the Wellington Mall and had our picture taken with Santa. Missy did very well. I haven't sat on Santa's lap in I don't know how long!

Its Not Gonna Happen...

Ok, I met with the guy from last night again today, this time for lunch. Just not gonna happen. I thought it was my anxiety but nope, there are just things that are too different between us. I've decided no more internet dating sites and definitely no more fix ups with guys that my Spanish friends know. (did anybody say, "green card?") I'm back to square one again: Waiting for Mr. Perfect to fall out of the sky. It'll happen. This was a great learning experience. I also feel much better about myself and the way I look. Its been a stressful day, I'm going to take a nap! J

My Kind of Normal

Hi there! Last night I met a guy I have been talking to on the phone for the first time at City Place. I was already nervous about our first meeting, and then to top things off, it took me 20 minutes to find a parking spot at City Place! I live less than 10 minutes from downtown and I allowed my self 30 minutes to get there and find a place to park. I ended up being about 10 minutes late! Oh well!! I have to admit I looked pretty good though. Did you know Jessica Simpson sponsors a brand of jeans for big girls? Nice Job, Jes. So I wore my Jessica jeans, a pink tank with lace and irredescent trim with one of those short black sweaters over the top. The evening was nice. We walked around City Place and then sat outside at Barnes and Nobles and talked for about an hour and a half. AFterwards he took me to Palm Beach for a tour. We sat on the boardwalk and talked some more. He's a great guy. He is thoughtful, friendly and laid back, yet as the evening progressed all I could think about was getting home. My anxiety kicked in big time. I kept telling myself, "this is terrific. You should be calm." I was worried about not knowing what to talk about next, what would happen next (you know sitting on the boardwalk, looking at stars...)To top it off, I had left my car in the parking garage at City Place and was afraid I would be locked in. I keep forgetting I'm in South Florida and places don't shut down around here until about 5am. Anyway, it was a terrific evening so what the hell is wrong with me? Am I normal? Do other people feel this way when they go on dates for the first time. (Geez, I sound like Sara Jessica Parker from Sex in the City)

You know though, a friend of mine has a blog entitled, "My New Normal." Her blog is all about her life as a mother to the most precious little girl with special needs. I think I may steal her title and modify it a bit. For me, its gonna be, "My Kind of Normal." For me, its normal to want to leave a date early because that means that I'm in control of the situation, something we people with anxiety like to be in. Silence does scare me because growing up that meant somebody was angry with me. When I'm silent it scares me because I fear being called, "distant." The bottom line is, whoever spends time with me, will have to appreciate me for me and be patient. It'll pay off because I am definitely worth it! p.s. my date ended with the most wonderful kiss!

It's a Miracle!

I met this guy on Match.com. We've been talking for almost a month on the phone and through e-mails. He seems to be wonderful. Tomorrow, I'm supposed to meet him for the first time. Why am I so nervous? I have that nauseating feeling in the pit of my stomach. I always get this way. I used to think that it was sign that I wasn't supposed to go out on a date with that guy and usually I would cancel the date. The thing is, I can't keep cancelling these dates. What the hell is wrong with me? While I like being single, I don't want to be single forever. I'd like to have that special person to share things with.

So, I'm going on this date. Of course, I have no idea what to wear. Something shaped like a tent. Just kidding. I'm just nervous about if we'll have enough to talk about. Will I do or say something stupid? Geez... this is alot of work. It's a miracle...Janie T. has a date with a guy who doesn't need a green card!!!

We're not in Kansas anymore!

Hi there! I hope everybody had a terrific Thanksgiving. I enjoyed a quiet dinner at my aunt and uncle's home in Loxahatchee. The meal was absolutely perfect. I am enjoying getting to know my South Florida cousins. Anyway, Let me just tell you about today. I was determined NOT to get up early this morning to join the other millions of crazy holiday shoppers. However, my sister Molly called me at 7am this morning to let me know that she'd been up since 4:30am! Crazy girl!!! I couldn't go back to sleep so I threw on my tennis shoes and clothes and ventured out. By the time I got to most places I had missed the deals. (There is a point to this story.) Around 12pm I went to the gym determined to work on my leg and butt muscles and do some cardio. And so, I did...At about 1:30pm I realized that I couldn't find my keys. I searched EVERYWHERE, no keys. After begging the guy at the desk to do an all-call to ask people if they'd seen any keys, still NO KEYS! By this point, I'm on the verge of tears, but I sucked them up and asked if I could call Triple A. Thanks mom! What a perfect gift for me. I wouldn't have been so upset except that right now I have my mom's car because my step-dad is fixing mine and I never made it to the dealership to have multiple copies of her keys made. Of course I have about 4 sets of keys for my car! Fat good those did, since my car is in TALLAHASSEE!!!!!!!! Anyway, after being on hold with Triple A for about 15 minutes and getting dirty looks from the butthole behind the fitness desk, I hung up and called my aunt. To make a long story even longer, my aunt called my uncle who was on duty at the fire station. He sent a team of very hot looking guys to help me get into the car. As I was rummaging through the car looking for information on the year and vin # of the car this piece of paper falls out of the car manual. In the mean time my uncle calls the Chevy dealership who tells him that because the car isn't mine, the only way he can make another set of keys is if I have an ignition key code. (unless of course my mom wanted to come down from Tally and show some ID) Guess what was on that piece of paper? You got it! The ignition key code. My friend, Heather came and picked me up from the gym and took me to the dealership where I had two sets of keys made. The point to this story... I am thankful for many things this holiday season, most of all I am thankful for my family and friends. (I know that's an old cliche...) I feel like the richest person in the world. Here I am 400 miles away from where I call home and I still have the love and support of friends and family. I am so blessed! Oh yeah, the reason for the title, "We're not in Kansas anymore!," is back home if someone finds your keys they return them to the front desk, here they take them. I still don't know why anybody would want my keys. Somebody thought that since I have my clicker from my Honda on there, they were hoping to steal my car. No, that can't be it...Maybe it was for all those damn key tags I have... Curves, L.A. Weightloss, CVS. Well, it is now 7:45pm and I have been home for an hour and a half. The day ended on a great note as I have a date tomorrow night! I'll fill ya in later...

Me, Janie T.

Well, here lately friends have been sending me websites consisting of their online journals. I love reading their entries. In fact, its kind of addicting. At first I thought I couldn't create one because I don't have any children or a wedding on the way, yadda, yadda, yadda... Then I realized that I have a dog, who may as well be my child and I cherish my life, so I figured what the heck!

I joined L.A. Fitness this past Saturday. I'm pretty sure this the last weightloss program left for me to try in Palm Beach County. I guess I figured if I paid the memberships the weight should just drop off. Boy was I wrong. However, I really like this gym. They have a pool, hot tub, and sauna. Oh yeah, lots of men, too. I've gone everyday so far. Don't laugh, for me this is an accomplishment! Anyway, tonight I met with a trainer for one of those free trial things where they give you a sample workout and then try to sell you on one of their programs. The trainer was terrific. Encouraging and funny, my combination. Halfway through the workout, I'm thinking, "Man, this guy is hot. If I had him telling me five more sit ups, I would actually do the sit ups." So, I was contemplating a membership. Then we get to the part where he shows me the plans and how much they cost. The cheapest plan, which involved a 12 month commitment, meeting with a trainer one day a week, was $180 a month. That might not be alot to some people, but that's a cell phone bill and light bill for me! So, I told the guy I needed to think about it. Let me tell you, the hottie that helped me with the sit ups turned into a monster. His body turned red, his eyes got bloodshot, and he raised his voice while insinuating that if my health wasn't worth $180 then he didn't know what was. I am very proud of myself, because I sat there calmly and told him I needed to think about it. I'm still hot about the incident. Its a good thing I'm still on my antidepressants, if not, he'd of been in for it! So, I left his office feeling crappy, but decided to do my cardio anyway. As I walked I realized that I didn't need Mr. Hotty training me to get in shape. I'll do it myself. Well, thats all for now. I'm going to go eat a turkey sandwich!

Living Single

Don't tell Queen LaTifa I stole her t.v. show title. I've been wanting to write about this for a while though, so I thought I would. You know what's great about living alone? You can walk around in your t-shirt and underwear and nobody cares. As long as your blinds are closed. Sorry about the mental image! I like being able to eat rice crispy treats for dinner. I have the whole bed to myself and I can pee with the door wide open. I'm thankful I have this opportunity. I know just where I leave things and don't worry about anybody moving my stuff. On the other hand, Living Single can be lonely at times too. For instance, I ate my turkey sandwich in front of the computer. I am going to make a conscious effort to meet people and go out more. Good Night! Oh, and Happy Thanksgiving!

Livin' It Up In the Keys

Livin' It Up in the Keys! 

Every summer, my college friends and I try to get together for a little reunion. Usually somebody is getting married. This summer we met in the Keys and stayed at our friend Jenny's parents condo. Key West is beautiful. I've never seen such clear blue water, but it sure was hot and humid. Everytime there is a hurricane the poor people have to evacuate!