Hollyhon in BazarKorgon

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Friday, September 29, 2006

Holly's very bad, horrible, no good day

So today I had a bad day and when I say bad I mean FECKIN BAD. I left the house early today so I could get to work early and decorate my friend’s cubicle for her birthday. My being early is a rarity (just so you understand the significance of me being early). I was driving and noticed my car getting hot but didn’t think anything of it till it was running about 230/240ish (for the auto illiterate: this is not good). So I pulled off the side of the road and got out to investigate. It was the damn coolant system, which I had a certain garage in Cresson, PA fix last week. Needless to say I was ready to take the boots to someone. I couldn’t even jerry-rig it to work till I got to work, the thing was FUBAR (fecked up beyond all repair). So I had to have it towed and it ended up being an hour wait for a tow truck (rush hour traffic). So in the hour it took for the tow truck not a SINGLE driver stopped to help. If this happened in PA I’d of had half a dozen people stop, someone offering to take me to work, at least one or two people laying on the ground trying to work on it and someone calling their buddy to come pick up my car. What the fuck is up with the lack of courtesy with Maryland drivers?!. I already know they can’t drive worth shit but I thought they would have at least the decency to stop and help (they don’t).
So anyhow, while I was waiting for the tow truck, I decided to keep myself occupied since there wasn’t anything more I could have done. So I pulled my roomies copy of He’s Not That Into You out and starting reading it. That got me to thinking about the relationship aspect of my life (intentionally being vague) and realized I am ‘wasting the pretty’ on someone not into me enough to call me or ask how my day was. Yeah, so the more I read the more indignant I became and upset I got at myself for allowing myself to accept less. When the poor tow truck driver got there I was not a very happy customer and was like ‘just like a man to say ya will be here in 15 min and show up an hour later without an apology or flowers’. Poor guy never knew what hit him. I felt bad then ‘cuz he was a Russian cutie with a rockin’ ass and an irresistible accent (I recommend P & D towing to all the single girls in G’town) who’s only fault is being born male.
Fast Forward…I was an hr and a half late for work and had to hit the ground running there. No time for lunch break at all until the 20 minutes I took after 4 to go get my car back from the garage. It took me two weeks to earn what I spent in one afternoon on my car. Yeah, great friggin day huh? My day was the very essence of bad day and I am going to drink a beer (by beer I mean beers) and put an end to my very bad, horrible, no good day.

Saturday, August 05, 2006

Words to live by...

To laugh is to risk appearing the fool
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental
To expose feelings is to risk exposing our true self
To place your ideas, your dreams, before the crowd is to risk loss
To love is to risk not being loved in return
To live is to risk dying
To try at all is to risk failure
But to risk we must,
Because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing
The man, the woman, who risks nothing,
Does nothing, has nothing, is nothing.

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

Sunday, July 23, 2006

Little Sister Disease

I suffer from the dreaded Little Sister Disease, and it sucks. For those lucky bastards who don't know what Little Sister Disease (LSD for now on) is, let me school you. LSD is when the men in your life treat you like their little sister and are overly protective or when a date treats ya like a younger sibling. I can't bring a guy into my bar without 5 guys eyeing him up and asking me (in private) 'who the hell is that guy you are with' or them telling me that I can do better (meaning they think I should date them instead). Last night, I was at my bar with a guy and by the time I got home I had 3 messages on my phone asking me who I was out with, if it was a date or just a pal and how he treated me. In a way I like the protectiveness and knowing that I have guys who look out for me. On the other hand, I can't tell them anything about any other guy or they puff their chests out and treat me like how dare I speak of another man in their presence. The only way I could win with these guys is to become a lesbian so they'll lay off, but I'm afraid that'll open up a new can of worms. I guess i am stuck with LSD for the time being. My name is Holly, and I have a LSD problem.....

The apartment search

Well I have kinda-sorta figured out what I wanna do with my life for now. I've decided to settle down and get a normal, respectable j-o-b. No more traveling, having to speak a diff language at work, or anything too out of the ordinary. I got myself a business suit and Prada pumps (or maybe a Kenneth Cole Park n Ride slingback) kinda job. I will be working as a Client Service Representative (nice title, eh?) So that was kinda the biggie thing that I needed to decide on. Now I just need to find somewhere to live. This is so much easier said than done....trust me.
I've been lookin online and in the Post for apartments and rooomie wanted ads for over a week now. I've found about 6 that are in the area I want and that are affordable. Outta the 6, 3 have already been rented, one sounds like a winner, and the other two ya couldn't pay me to live there. This coming from the girl who lived in an apartment in a developing country, so this is NOT a good thing.
So I called the one lady to inquire about the apartment and she said I'd be sharing it with 2 other females. So I asked how old they were (I dont wanna some geriatic roommate or some 19 yr old kid wanting me to buy them beer) and the woman said, 'I don't feel comfortable discussing that over the phone. Why don't you come look at the room and you can meet the other two ladies and decide for yourself how old they look but I don't like giving information like that over the phone.' I know what ya are thinking (something along the lines of WTF) and I agree. So that was scratched off my list. The other apartment sounded ok (and she told me how old the other rommates are!) until I asked about rent. The lady said it would be $500 but that didn't include use of the kitchen, that would be extra. So me being a NORMAL(ish) person, asked why the heck I had to pay extra for the use of the kitchen and she said because the price for using it is not included in the rent. This kinda went on for 5 more minutes, not b/c I was still interested in the place but more b/c I was intrigued. Apparently, only the bedroom was included in the price, I forgot to ask how much extra for the bathroom.
Yup so I am back to square one on the living situation. But atleast I have a PLAN [insert angels singing here]!!!!!!!

Tuesday, July 11, 2006


Sometimes life comes at you 100 miles per hour and its all you can do to try to stay standing. My life after Peace Corps has been a fine (or maybe a not so fine) example of this. I wasn’t expecting to leave as suddenly as I did, so I had zero [count them; zero, zilch, none, nill, nada] plans. I’m an anal retentive planner that brushes her teeth at the same exact time each night so you can imagine how well I took this.
When I got home, I kind of shut down. There were too many life altering decisions to be made and everyone expected an answer like right now. Do I enlist and if so in which branch, do I go to grad school for Conflict Resolution, do I get a schlep job and try and put some much needed cash in the bank, which state do I want to live in, do I want to go back overseas to be an ESL teacher? These aren’t things that can be answered easily. This is my friggin’ life we are talking about here people.
To be truthful, I still don’t know what the hell I want to do. Right now I want to get my health restored, I want to get my self-confidence back, I want to get some good lovin’ (wink, wink, nudge, nudge) I want to be tan and shoe shop in NYC, I want to be a bitch to people who I’m sick of trying to appease, I want to stop waking up screaming at 4 A.M. trying to get her hands off my throat, I want to once again be someone to reckon with, I want to think things through!
What I am trying to say is please be patient with me. It’s hard trying to make a major life decision and go through everything I have since I have been home. It’s killing me not knowing what I am going to be doing and where I will be doing God knows what at. Please be patient and let me think things through. Please.

Sunday, June 11, 2006


You got fins to the left,
fins to the right,
and you're the only girl in town.
A few days ago I went to the Jimmy Buffett 'End of the World' Concert. Wait, it was more than a concert, it was an experience. Anyone that's ever been, knows what I mean. Margaritas the size of your head, tiki bars, leis, parrots, sharks, tail-gating and grass skirts are just part of the fun.
A group of people from a bar we go to in Altoona rented a bus and driver to take them to the concert. I didn't even know till the night before that there was a seat still up for grabs on the bus. I was on that like a fat kid on a donut. For $25 ya get to party with all your friends, don't hafta worry bout driving drunk or driving while operating a beer bottle and jello shots simutaneously. Count me in!
One of my bestest friends Pam came with and we had an excellent time. Before I left for the Peace Corps she got me Buffet tix for my going away present; doesn't that bring a tear to your eye. Now thats a friend! So for my reentry into civilization, we had to do it right and go see Buffett again. Now I feel like a normal person once again. :)
We left Altoona at 12 (the concert didn't start til 8) because we wanted to make sure we had ample drinking time. We did. Between Pam and I we got 2 cases of beer, bottle of mudslide mix and bottle of white russian mix. We figured everyone else would be bringing the pina coladas and jello shots and we were right. Since we all basically know each other from the bar, we share what we we bring and play pass the bottle. Since we left at 12 noone really wanted to start drinking right away since it was so early. We came up with a solution though, we decided we'd all start drinking once we hit the Ebensburg sign. About 10 minutes into the trip, we were like "We all said we were gonna start once we hit the Cresson sign right?' {about 20 miles closer). So we all started drinking once we hit the Gallitzin sign (about 28 miles closer/12miles from Altoona). Ahhh, I love bus trips!
We all had a blast partying. Its kind of like one big party when ya get there. Everyone hangs out with everyone else, ya walk around tryin to get tickets and end up havin a beer with 10 diff groups of people. There's no social groups; there's no yuppies, college kids, or any division. Everyone is a Parrot head.
Shoeless, drunk, a contact high and surrounded by friends is the only way to be. This was only my 2nd Buffett concert so I am still a bit of a virgin Parrot Head, but I am learning quick.

Saturday, May 27, 2006


This is my niece Lauren......'nuff said. Actually she's an awesome lil kid and my lil buddy but I love this picture.

Friday, May 26, 2006

Love at first sight

It was like it is in the movies. I was in love after just one look. I was bowled over by the emotion and love I had after seeing this person for the very first time in my life. I'm talking about my wonderful niece Lauren. At right is a picture my sister took when I saw my niece for the first time ever. Lauren was born while I was overseas, so besides a few 'conversations' I had with her on the phone and the pictures my sister sent of her, I didn't know her at all.
Now it's been a almost 3 weeks since I have been home and I am still totally enthralled with everything Lauren does (except her dirtying her pampers-I still can't stomach that). I am so lucky to have a smart and beautiful niece that loves her Aunt 'Ollie' so much and I look forward to making up the 2 years I have missed with her.