GIRLY-GIRL

I, cosmopolgirl, am not a girly-girl. I do not spend hours in front of the mirror before I go out. I'm out-spoken and normally say what flies out of my mouth. I have no problem going to the grocery store in my pajama's and a pair of flip-flops. I am probably the biggest pain in the butt girl to go out with. I'm not a girly-girl.
So why the post you ask? Because I, cosmopolgirl, am being a girly-girl. I admit it, I like TG (Toyota Guy). There I admitted it. I like the fact that he calls me every night to talk and say good-night. I like the fact that he's always holding my hand or touching me in some way. I even am, finally, liking the fact that he's really a nice guy and not trying to jump my bones but taking this slow (kind of makes me feel pretty). I, even, like the fact that he called me today while waiting in line for a beer at Drunk At The Zoo (not sure, some event at the Baltimore Zoo where they serve beer and wine).
You know this means something is going to go wrong. It always happens this way...I'm such a darn optimist!
Anyways, so there, gosh darn-it, I, cosmopolgirl, am being a girly-girl and actually admitting that I like a boy. This sucks!

ALLERGINS ATTACK

For the past 72 hours I have been sneezing, blowing my nose constantly, rubbing my eyes, trying to breathe, wanting to bang my head into a wall and feeling all around crappy. Why have I been suffering and not taking any good meds. I've been living in hell, so that today I could go to the allergist and have him prick me with 80 different needles. He pricked, I swelled and sat on my hands so I wouldn't attempt to claw my arm off. The doctor in turn told me that during the months of April to June, I might as well live in a bubble. Plus as it turns out I'm allergic to peach, pear and apple peels and cats. I have two cats and ate way too many apples out of my Sagria yesterday at brunch with Hip Chick, Independent Girl, That Girl and Blue.
So as it turns out I am going to have to take a whole bunch of meds and allow somebody to shoot stuff into my arm twice a week. Should be fun.
I know this is a hell of a boring post but my arm is itchy and looks like I'm been shooting up, my noses is running, my eyes are watery and I basically feel like crap so I FELT LIKE COMPLAINING! LIVE WITH IT!!

UPDATES (NO CATCHY TAG-LINE TODAY)

An update on me and what's been going on in my life.

1. I turned 31 this past weekend. According to my baby brother, I am no longer 30 but now I am in my 30's. Kind of makes me feel old to say it but the truth is I feel NO DIFFERENT. 30, 31 who cares??
2. Work is well work! I can't save the world! It sucks! I have to learn to be happy with the fact that I do the best that I can and I can't change the world. You can only do the best that you can. I'm really working towards trying to live with that!
3. Dating life. Well I've been dating the toyota guy for the past couple of weeks. He's a really nice guy and I enjoy talking to him. I just wish he was a little bit more aggressive but I really shouldn't complain about that! I would complain if he tried to jump my bones every second too. The thing is, I really think that he likes me. He may not be trying to jump my bones but he's always touching me (holding my hand, resting his hand on my thigh, etc.) I have to say it makes me feel kind of pretty. I'll just have to work on him aggression or just get over my thoughts that a guy is supposed to be the aggressive one, sexually.
4. Addictions - Survivors over. American Idol only has another week (besides who cares anymore...they've gotten rid of my favorite. I'm going to be so pissed if little Ms. Hot Pants wins). So I'm trying to find a new addiction. Like going to the gym. I go! 2-3 mornings a week I go at 5am and 2-3 days a weeks I go in the evening/afternoon. I have to admit it.......I HATE IT!!!! I have flinstone feet. They are so flat they hurt. When I walk on the treadmill, I want to cry the bottom of my feet hurt so bad. So I've slowed down on the treadmill and walk at a snails pace but I increase the incline until my hiney hurts so bad, I have trouble walking up my stairs when I get home to shower! I'm working on making going to the gym an addiction but it's hard!

So that's what's been going on in my life! Anything new in your life???

ANOTHER YEAR OLDER

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEE-EEEEEEEE!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!

I'M GOING TO SAVE THE WORLD, MAYBE

I truly believe that I can save the world or at least the world that revolves around me. Once you become part of my world, you're there for life and I'm going to want to help you. If there's a problem, I'm going to try to fix it or come up with the solution.
It's part of the reason that I do the job that I do (working with families with kids with autism). I'm going to do everything in my power to help, to make things better for you. It's what makes me good at what I do. I truly care.
Unfortunately, it's also the part of myself that takes the good and the bad home with me at night. I have a lot of trouble knowing that I can't save everybody. I know that just the little bit I can do helps but I want to do more and sometimes, you can't. I want to save everyone and make life better for everyone.
Working with kids with autism, you learn that it's the little steps that count. It helps you find the little accomplishments. The part of you, that is so thrilled because you were only scratcbed three times in an hour, where earlier that month you would have scratched every three minutes for the whole hour. I can become so excited about the tiniest accomplishments that the kids make.
So why can't I be excited about the tiniest differences that I make for these kids and families. Why? Because I want to do more. I can't settle for not doing all that I can do. I can't settle for just doing what I can do, there's got to be more that can be done.
I know that you are supposed to leave work at work, not to bring it home with you. But everyday, my work comes home with me. I think about the kids and the families that I work with while lying on the sofa watching television. In some of the time before I fall asleep I'm going to think about what I can do tomorrow to make things better, to help one person. It's the part that makes me thrilled and excited to be at my job and it's the part of me that makes me cry with the realization that, maybe, it's all I can do!

I WENT INTO THE BATHROOM AND GARGLED FOR WHAT? NOTHING!!!

How many dates should you have to go on before a guy gives you a real kiss? A kiss where you can actually feel the other persons lips, not one of those quick pecks? How long before it's too long and it's time to give up on waiting for the kiss? What's the line that crosses from sweet to just plain annoying?

GROUPIE

I, COSMOPOLGIRL, AM A COMPLETE AND TOTAL AMERICAN IDOL GROUPIE!! I love it. Every Tuesday night at 8pm, you can find me sitting on my bed watching American Idol and im'ing Phantom lady (formerly known as the girl who dates the aliens). I love it! I comment on everyone of the contestants. I never miss it. I'm an addict!
How much of an addict am I? First of all, I have seriously contemplated cancelling date number 2 with the toyota guy because we're supposed to go to a concert tomorrow. Tomorrow is the night I find out who gets voted off idol (hopefully Ms. Katherine "hot pants" McPhee.) Don't worry, I'm not letting the obsession get out of control, I'm not cancelling. Instead I'm thinking about taping it and hoping that Phantom Lady will call and let me know who gets voted off.
Reason number 2 I am a complete idol junkie! I want to go see them in concert. I am trying to convince Phantom Lady to come with me. They are coming to DC on a Friday. That would mean I would have to take off work (like I said I'm working on controlling my addiction). However, the American Idols will be in Richmond, Virginia the next night. My idea is that we drive the two hour trip, see then concert and stay at a hotel room. I really, really want to go. I am a complete and total idol junkie!