tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78382442011-04-21T21:40:38.898-05:00Arshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13303732847261538161noreply@blogger.comBlogger551100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838244.post-1134663169669223442005-12-15T09:58:00.000-06:002005-12-15T10:12:49.716-06:00

It's been ages since I've written. I kinda felt like there was nothing to write about and too much to write about at the same time. The previously new boy is not so new anymore, as we come close to three months. Or is it too soon to say he's no longer new? When does he qualify to be not-so-new? Things are going very well. He continues to be a sweetheart and we continue to enjoy each other's

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I finished the marathon. A part of me still can't believe it. It's almost like a wedding--you plan (or in this case train) for months and months and then the day comes and it's a gruelling long day (hopefully it's not like that for a wedding) but before you know it, you're crossing the finish line, tears running down your face as the guy puts the medal around your neck. In some ways it all

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Just three days away...Sunday morning I plan to wake at 4:30 a.m., eat a decent breakfast, shower and get going to the Chicago Marathon!!! When others close to me ran it, I was amazed and in awe of them. How could anyone run 26.2 miles? Well, here I am, being one of the 40,000 people who will do it. I'm a little nervous (my various nightmares about shorts not being ready, getting up late have

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Until the marathon. I cannot believe my summer of training is coming to a close. I cannot believe the marathon is less than 2 weeks away. I've pretty much lost all my motivation to run on any kind of schedule. It happened somewhere between the 18-miles and 20-miles weekend. But I did those two major runs and now I'm hoping to live through the 26.2 miles. Being sick is not good for me. It

Arshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13303732847261538161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838244.post-1124144662832238432005-08-15T17:24:00.000-05:002005-08-15T17:24:22.840-05:00

I have nothing to write, yet I feel like I should write something. Nothing significant or worth-sharing has happened lately. I am envious of those who always have something to say and it always sounds interesting--like Mac. It's the writing style--always so captivating, intriguing. So, here is some stuff that's been happening:I am looking at getting a car.I am still running but losing

Arshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13303732847261538161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838244.post-1122259507233749182005-07-24T21:32:00.000-05:002005-07-24T21:55:53.836-05:00

For all my brooding over not having a relationship, not dating, not meeting the right person, I was faced with two dates this weekend and realized that I wasn't sure I wanted to go on either one. Not for any particular reason--both guys seem decent enough. Well, I take that back. One seems decent enough (the little I've gotten to know of him via emails and text messages) and the other just didn't

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That's how I feel every time I have car problems. My shoulders hang down and I'm sure I start walking slightly slumped over. Even after yoga, when I usually feel taller than I actually am. Today, it's the battery, or so I've been advised. Look to see if the battery is bulging out slightly, a friend told me when I called him desperately with "How do I know it's really the battery? My car died

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Tonight I visited the parents. Needless to say, the conversation eventually took a turn to my singlehood. The wondered why the latest "arrangement" they made didn't work out. The guy never emailed me, I said and I will not be the first to email. Of course, they went on about how I'm getting old, and don't I want to settle down, have kids, etc, etc, etc. In the meantime, I happened to glance at

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I had a super long weekend and it was full of fun, fun and more fun. Here's a quick recap in no particular order 'cos it's now two days past. Neverending shoe shopping, one cook-out, one cook-in, an Indian wedding where I felt most comfortable with the non-Indians in the room, a hottie that had me flustered, another non-date (which, by the by, is an official term used on Sex & the City--I knew

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This is my disclaimer. My blog is just a blog. It's not meant to be a tell-all about me. It's not a diary. It's not meant to be used as the only means of getting to know me if you don't know me very well. It's not a replacement to conversing with me--especially if you know me personally. Posts are not meant to be used against me at any time. They are simply thoughts of the moment, written for a

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It's over between me, C&B and schtikel. The honeymoon period, the excitement, the thrill is over. Remember when I said I always leave that place with energy? No more, my friends. Nowadays, I am just another disgruntled and annoyed sales associate--the kind I hate when I go shopping. A majority of my coworkers irritate the hell out of me. I've realized I have absolutely no patience for the

Arshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13303732847261538161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838244.post-1119848182846110192005-06-26T23:22:00.000-05:002005-06-27T14:03:15.576-05:00

I went on a non-date this weekend. Because I'm not dating right now, I can only go on non-dates. What is a non-date, you might ask. Well, we get together, hang-out for a big chunk of time on what is usually a date-night, have fun, then at the end of the night hug and go our separate ways... There is no hand-holding, no intimacy of any kind, not even kissing. There is some light flirting, hitting

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When you fuck it up later, do I get my money back? --Aimee MannAll hail Arsh! --should be everyone...ha, haI have outgrown the boys of my past and not quite grown into the men of my future. --Carrie BradshawYou know you've stopped caring when you stop being angry. --AnonymousIt's over. I know it but I can't let go. --Lucinda Williams

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So, I'm not dating two guys. Well, okay, I'm not dating a lot of guys, but two in particular. Recently I started doing this thing--How to Find the Right Person in 90 Days, a Step-by-Step Guide--thanks to match.com. So far so good. It's actually a really interesting, step-by-step self-analysis to discovering what you really want in a person. It will take me a little longer to do because I'm not

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I lived through my longest run yet. 13.1 miles baby!!! That's a half-marathon. Excuse me while I pat myself on the back. I was most happy when we got to that .1 mile and standing there waving at me were my sis, brother-in-law, the girls, and my very sweet friend R. The baby was hanging off her dad's arms peeking at me, probably thinking I know her but she looks so sweaty and gross, but I

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It's like an after-school special. Listen, boys and girls, drugs are bad. Exercising is good. I'm hooked on running. It's quickly becoming my cure-all. Depressed? I'll go for a quick run. Happy? Ooooh, running sounds fun. Angry? I could really vent by running (those are the days when my ankles really hurt). So, on and on, I run. But, today a friend sent me this link. I hope I live

Arshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13303732847261538161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838244.post-1117505311050141782005-05-30T20:46:00.000-05:002005-05-30T21:08:31.056-05:00

With Jeff Tweedy of Wilco all over again, after watching I am Trying to Break Your Heart. The words that come out of this man are incredible--always so moving, so moving that sometimes they bring a lump to my throat. And then I have to cough up a hairball, it's so annoying. But, nonetheless, he is an incredible poet, lyricist and musician.

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No, I did not used to smoke. A year ago Memorial Day is as fresh in my mind as yesterday. It was exactly a year ago that I spent the entire rainy, rainy weekend crying, crying, and oh, painting. I was crying over an ex--thinking I'd made the biggest mistake of my life not getting back with him when the opportunity presented itself, thinking that I'd be alone for the rest of my life and

Arshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13303732847261538161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838244.post-1117217778072803412005-05-27T13:14:00.000-05:002005-05-27T13:16:18.073-05:00

by my friend Azzama:“So, I was in New York and I asked my friend where is the L and she said ‘what is the L’. So I said how do you get around? And she said ‘Oh we don’t call it that.’ Oh my god, it was so confusing.”Sounds very confusing...

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I was on the train this morning, enjoying my commute to work engrossed in a magazine, when lo & behold, a loud voice behind me startled me with “Hi Bonnie, this is Chris. I just wanted to get back to you about today—it’s going to be kind of a crazy day. And in response to your voicemail, I will not be able to attend the 10 a.m. conference call. I’ve already got a meeting scheduled with Karl and

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I've been told that my blog sounds a little negative. I was disappointed to hear that since I was hoping to exude optimism, be a ray of light in all darkness. I guess the sarcasm doesn't help... So, my new purpose in life is to be more optimistic. Where do I start? How about with today...I had a great day today. Life is wonderful. Okay, that doesn't sound quite like me. Does this mean I actually

Arshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13303732847261538161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838244.post-1117165621134741822005-05-26T22:45:00.000-05:002005-05-26T22:47:01.140-05:00

to post pictures. So, I put some overdue ones from my trip to NYC.

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Me and Jewell 

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Me and Azer 

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Wouldn't you like to know what pleasure was found here? 

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Today at lunch, I decided relationships are overrated. Tonight, I'm buying condoms and watch out, boys, here I come!!!

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No, I'm not referring to yet another boy. Just when I was starting to feel secure in my single-ness and enjoying not being interested in any boys, a woman I know goes and gets engaged. Normally I'm genuinely happy when happy things happen to other people. I'm even okay (and I might go as far as saying happy) working with the many happy, happy couples who come into register for their damn

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I've decided to cause corporate warfare--over me. So, I heard about this job at a company and decided to go on the interview. Things were fine at my current job (let's call it Company A) but I thought why not check out other options. Company B apparently liked me and offered me a position. I accepted since it looked like a decent offer. I gave my notice to Company A, who flipped out. They

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I did it! I went to NYC and without a doubt it's been one of the best vacations I've ever been on--thanks to citygirl's accomodations and patience while we shopped! I visited J and cousin Azer kindly flew in from England to meet me there. Day 1, I explored J's neighborhood and found Starbucks in the morning. Then when J suddenly had to leave work due to illness, we knew the only thing that

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I’m training to run the marathon. Sometimes it occurs to me that I’m crazy, even though I know a million others have done it and do it regularly. I’m not that much of a runner, so I don’t what I was smoking/drinking/inserting into my veins me when I signed up. But, I did. And this weekend, I had my longest run yet—10 miles. I seriously wasn’t sure I’d make it, but I had an encouraging friend

Arshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13303732847261538161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838244.post-1114441444510074342005-04-25T10:03:00.000-05:002005-04-25T10:04:04.510-05:00

Only 58 hours and 57 minutes 'til I'm there!! Not that I'm counting or anything...

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I am fundraising for this organization called the Fairygodmother Foundation. They grant wishes to terminally ill adults with less than one year to live. I am working on one particular case where a dying mom wants new bedroom furniture for her two teenage sons. Well, I sent out a mass email to a bunch of friends & family soliciting their funds. This brought up issues w/someone close to me, who

Arshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13303732847261538161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838244.post-1113926842696801642005-04-19T13:20:00.000-05:002005-04-19T11:08:03.486-05:00

It sucks. They’ll send your package to a different address, but not to a different UPS location, so I can’t pick it up from a UPS location close to me. Instead I have to drive an hour out of my way to pick it up because they determine the pick-up location by the zip code. An hour out of my zip code is not logical.My cousin made me this awesome running c.d. and every time I run with it, I wanna

Arshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13303732847261538161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838244.post-1113927125378807002005-04-19T12:58:00.000-05:002005-04-19T11:12:05.380-05:00

I woke up Monday morning to NBC news, like I do every morning. And the headline story was about the traffic jam being caused under the Fullerton underpass by a water stain. But, it’s not just any water stain, I tell you. It’s one that apparently resembles the Virgin Mary. So, people are stopping and looking at this water stain. And, last night people were even having a candle vigil by the

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It was jam-packed. Friday night I went to this awesome light/animation show to music compiled by Moby at the Adler Planetarium. If you’re ever looking for something interesting and different to do in the city, this is it. And the Chicago skyline in the summertime is incredibly beautiful. I cannot wait for it to warm up so that I can enjoy warm, long, romantic strolls by the lake…it was not

Arshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13303732847261538161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838244.post-1113189955030675262005-04-11T00:26:00.000-05:002005-04-10T22:25:55.033-05:00

I'm finally coming to terms with being 33. The birthday celebration lasted 5 days--starting w/Plush on Friday night where several friends joined me for drinks, then Saturday some of my favorite nieces & my sis took me to lunch and another friend took me to dinner. Sunday I ran the Shamrock Shuffle! It's only 4.96 miles, but I did it in 56 minutes and enjoyed all 56 minutes. This is one fun

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Consider yourself warned: this is a really serious blog. Feel free to stop reading here for this might be too heavy for a blog.Recent events have me contemplating life. Too often we go through life not realizing how little time we have left in this world. And too often we don't tell the ones we love and care about how much we love and care about them. Of course we don't really need to hear

Arshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13303732847261538161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838244.post-1111696449890804762005-03-24T11:51:00.000-06:002005-03-24T14:34:09.893-06:00

Please, please tell me now! Are there any Duranies out there? Yea, y’know you’re out there, so don’t even try denying it! I went to the concert with four of the five original members. At the age of 30-something, my friend and I got dropped off and picked up from the show—by her husband (no parents dropping us off this time!). There were a lot of disgruntled husbands accompanying their wives,

Arshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13303732847261538161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838244.post-1110514570955778872005-03-11T00:12:00.000-06:002005-03-10T22:16:10.956-06:00

Working at C&B has many benefits--the discount, schtikel, extra $$--but getting up at 7:00 a.m. to be at work at 8:00 a.m. on a Sunday morning is not one of them. Why the insanity when the store does not open 'til 11? There was a special event happening where happily-together couples can come in to register for their big day without the chaos of other customers. To make those early morning

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Wondering what's the best love glove for you & your mate? Considering a change in your rubber selection? Or even if you're not, after reading this you might want to: http://slate.msn.com/id/2114132/I laughed out loud several times, but what a great reference guide for us all!

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This is one of my favorite poems ever:This Is Just to SayI have eatenthe plumsthat were inthe icebox and whichyou were probablysavingfor breakfast. Forgive methey were deliciousso sweetand so cold.--William Carlos WilliamsIt's the most un-apologetic apology and that's the beauty of it (for me, anyway). An ex-coworker emailed me variations upon it. Apparently not everyone is as fond of the poem

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My little (or not-so-little) nieces have turned 13. They've entered the exciting world known as the "teens". And I'm hit with feelings of nostalgia & old age. 13 yrs ago, I was merely a college student, trying to figure out my life.13 yrs ago, I held both of them in my arms at the same time--one in each arm. I heard them wake up, one at a time in the middle of the night. And on their 1st

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Of course we all remember the episode when Miranda learned that the guy of the moment just wasn't that into her. And how liberated she felt. Well, here's the book that's meant to liberate all single women by giving them the power of knowledge. And, here's the knowledge I've gained: if he doesn't call, he's just not that into you (as the writer says: "With the advent of cell phones and speed

Arshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13303732847261538161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838244.post-1106885590405710232005-01-27T21:54:00.000-06:002005-01-27T22:13:10.406-06:00

For as long as I can remember, I've had a part-time job in the retail world in addition to whatever full-time job I've had. I've blessed Crabtree & Evelyn, Bombay Co (tried to introduce bhangra music to them--it didn't go over too well), J Crew and now Crate & Barrel with my presence. Tonight, I've finally come to known why I love the retail world so much. It's a little thing called schtikel

Arshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13303732847261538161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838244.post-1106765593799836382005-01-26T12:51:00.000-06:002005-01-26T12:53:13.800-06:00

I got a call on my drive to work this morning. “Arsh? I slept with him too soon,” my friend blurted out. “Who?” “____ the guy I went on a 3rd date with.” I felt almost Carrie Bradshaw-like, getting this information first thing in the morning from someone I don’t talk to regularly. “Why do you think it’s too soon? Weren’t you ready?” “I was, but I don’t want him to think I’m one of those

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This year I decided to start the year off on a clean slate--no more virutal dating, no more "searching" for the right one...it will happen when it happens. Or so they say. For now I am living and enjoying life. There are one or two possible interests on the horizon but for now they are friends and either they will remain that way or not, that's yet to be seen. That's besides the point. The point

Arshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13303732847261538161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838244.post-1106316761060003772005-01-21T10:09:00.000-06:002005-01-21T08:12:41.060-06:00

I was in a book club last year--well, really, just the first half of the year. We picked a few decent books to read--like the Red Tent, the Kite Runner--okay, so it was just a couple. I may have read another good one through them but I can't recall. But most of the selections were annoying. How can a book be annoying you ask? Well, the plots were predictable and the characters just weren't

Arshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13303732847261538161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838244.post-1106020752437591562005-01-17T21:41:00.000-06:002005-01-21T10:45:18.080-06:00

So, we're well into 2005 and my new year's greetings are a bit delayed. The last few months have been busy...Here's a quick rundown of what's kept me busy: a part-time job at Crate & Barrel, where using my awesome discount, i collected some nice serving platters; hosted a tree-trimming party for my 6' tree, using the awesome platters; a dear friend visit from Iraq; a fun wedding in Chinatown

Arshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13303732847261538161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838244.post-1098806103008859522004-10-26T12:55:00.000-05:002004-10-26T10:55:03.006-05:00

Well, after my last wonderful date (remember the jacking-off incident?) I took a break from the online dating thing. But I decided to get back into the game. So, I've been searching for Mr. Wonderful. Apparently they don't just land in your living room while you're sitting around watching t.v. They say you've got to do a little work. I'm on 3 different online dating sites. I decided to compile

Arshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13303732847261538161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838244.post-1097678651929911912004-10-13T11:47:00.000-05:002005-02-07T14:23:04.856-06:00

That title of a book sticks in my mind and pops up occassionally. Like today. The small things: finishing a book, not having to run to catch the Metra and a happy shuttle bus driver Last night I finished an incredible book called the Kite Runner by Khalid Hosseini. This is an incredible book. It's a coming-of-age story about two boys in Afghanistan. It's a moving story that reveals an

Arshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13303732847261538161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838244.post-1097070213742192372004-10-06T10:45:00.000-05:002004-10-06T08:43:33.743-05:00

Will they ever learn? Being single and dating is always so much fun...and interesting. As a result of my last date, and subsequent conversations w/my girlfriends, I thought I'd help out some single boys/men and point out some don'ts of 1st, 2nd, 3rd or really any dates (unless there is mutual agreement--mutual means she would like this behavior as much as you!). Do not order for your date--yes

Arshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13303732847261538161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838244.post-1096559835506244482004-09-30T10:48:00.000-05:002004-09-30T10:57:15.506-05:00

No, no, I did not get married. But my cousin did. I was down there last week for the happy event. Nasreen & Rob got hitched, and they did in style! Nasreen looked absolutely gorgeous, of course. And Rob could not have looked happier. After the ceremony, the two surprised us (and the rest of the wedding guests) by leading us (along with a jazz band!) on a parade through the streets of the

Arshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13303732847261538161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838244.post-1094592409559815862004-09-07T18:30:00.000-05:002004-09-07T16:26:49.560-05:00

I am craving creativity like some people crave chocolate. I need an outlet. I'm finding that I'm more & more attracted to creative types. "She fell in love with a drummer, another & another". I'm sorta into drummer boys right now. Well, one in particular. But it's unclear if he's into me--considering we've never met. No, despite the chosen lyric, I'm not in love w/someone I haven't met yet

Arshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13303732847261538161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838244.post-1094234645752385192004-09-03T14:49:00.000-05:002004-09-03T13:04:05.753-05:00

I only started this blog thingy a month ago. At first I thought, who really cares what I have to say? I posed this question to a friend who said it doesn't matter--I do it for myself. I like that. My summer flew by--where did it go? It went to many, many street festivals, Sunday afternoons w/friends, to Texas for a wedding, to Indiana, to an outdoor film fest, a random hookup w/an ex (fun

Arshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13303732847261538161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838244.post-1091482799022773912004-08-02T19:59:00.000-05:002004-09-03T12:45:32.373-05:00

Was it the translation of the directions? Perhaps! I went to Indiana to see my friend Jamie who was visiting the family cottage in Indy from Canada w/daughter Audra. Getting there was a joy--a 3 hour trip took me about 4.5 hrs as I wandered aimlessly through Michigan. It was an incredible wknd w/J & her v. kind family. As always J had words of wisdom (or confessions) to share with me. I learned

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