While I'm not a fan of the "Biebster" I do like one of his songs. ♫ You smile, I smile ♫ You know the one. I can't seem to get it out of my head today.
Dave is coming for a visit this weekend, and I can not stop smiling. :D I'm so excited!!
That's about all I can think of to say, my brain is on vacation at the moment, too busy being a "goofy girl." ♥
Monday, May 23, 2011
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Wanted: Single Woman
The story you are about to read is true. Names have been changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent. If this little post becomes what it has the potential to grow into this is an awesome "how we met" story!
Once upon a time (a month ago) I was innocently reading the feed on my Facebook page when I came upon this little gem from a long time friend of mine.
Well, my smart mouth could not pass that one up, so of course I responded.
I honestly thought that was the end of it, and I was just being sassy anyway. Everyone who knows me knows I'm not out there looking for a relationship. Later that evening this is added to the post.
I never in a million years thought whomever she was posting for was in any way serious or would respond. The post gets much longer with lots of chat about who we are looking for in life, and ends with us friending each other and moving into the world of private messages. We've been talking off and on this whole month, and did have plans to spend time next weekend together.......which, like an idiot I cancelled when my life just became too overwhelming. I am going to chalk that one up to p.m.s. and be grateful that D (which is for Dave) is very kind and understanding.
Currently Dave is in Paris. Yes, Paris. Not the one in Texas. Of course I am jealous as hell, and wish that I could have gone too. He's been there several times, and I asked him if he would take a pic of the Eiffel Tower, just for me. Which he did. "I made a special stop at a certain location for a requested photo." Was the message I got yesterday, then a text today with the picture, which is now on the wallpaper on my phone. What a gorgeous spring day in Paris!
The man made a special trip to take a picture of the Eiffel Tower for me. I think the least I could do would be to get him a Shamrock pizza this Friday night? If I haven't totally blown it, that is.................
Stay tuned ♥
Once upon a time (a month ago) I was innocently reading the feed on my Facebook page when I came upon this little gem from a long time friend of mine.
K: Wanted: single woman who likes food, shark movies, and has big boobs.
Well, my smart mouth could not pass that one up, so of course I responded.
Me: I am laughing my head off at this.
W: Damn, almost in. I thought it said Shrek movies!
Me: lol I wanted to reply with "You rang?" I'm sure he's east coast with K though, damn the luck!
K: Yeah, east coast.... you know... where it's WARM?
Me: Well, to move to the east coast for a man I would need more than warmth, likes food, shark movies, and is a boob man.
I honestly thought that was the end of it, and I was just being sassy anyway. Everyone who knows me knows I'm not out there looking for a relationship. Later that evening this is added to the post.
D: Since she posted that for me let me then ask what would you need? :)
I never in a million years thought whomever she was posting for was in any way serious or would respond. The post gets much longer with lots of chat about who we are looking for in life, and ends with us friending each other and moving into the world of private messages. We've been talking off and on this whole month, and did have plans to spend time next weekend together.......which, like an idiot I cancelled when my life just became too overwhelming. I am going to chalk that one up to p.m.s. and be grateful that D (which is for Dave) is very kind and understanding.
Currently Dave is in Paris. Yes, Paris. Not the one in Texas. Of course I am jealous as hell, and wish that I could have gone too. He's been there several times, and I asked him if he would take a pic of the Eiffel Tower, just for me. Which he did. "I made a special stop at a certain location for a requested photo." Was the message I got yesterday, then a text today with the picture, which is now on the wallpaper on my phone. What a gorgeous spring day in Paris!
The man made a special trip to take a picture of the Eiffel Tower for me. I think the least I could do would be to get him a Shamrock pizza this Friday night? If I haven't totally blown it, that is.................
Stay tuned ♥
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Progress!
Today would have been my fifteenth wedding anniversary. (The first time I married him.) We made it five, and the last year of that was mostly separation games. I did text him "Happy Anniversary #1" earlier today, to which he responded. "You too, you did put on a good buffet." I replied with, "Yeah, at least there was that." *smirk* I also like to Happy Anniversary him on the divorce dates, which he doesn't find nearly as amusing. (the point)
I paid the car off today! VERY EXCITING! Even if it is eleven years old now. :) I knew when I bought it that it would be on it's last leg by the time I had paid it off, but I really (underlined three times) wanted this car. If she could make it through one more winter I would be ecstatic. If she could just make it 6 months that would be great.
So I started thinking about life, and goals and such, and how my life did not go down the path I thought it would. My life has never been that way. Ever. Period. I don't know if I can't find the right path, or if I just can't stay on the path when I do. I give up. These days I just wander aimlessly down my path never looking at any paths that jut off the main route. Like Dorothy in Oz, however, I seem to have hit a fork in the road. So now what? Stay on this path and wind along as I have been, or take that path over there that wasn't on the map? It heads into some forest and I can't see where it leads, but it would be an interesting change. That is so not the point of this blog, but my mind goes where it will.
The point is progress! I am making some tangible progress in my goal of a home of my own.
1: Find a job where I can actually make the ends meet. ~ Accomplished.
2: No credit card use, period. ~ Haven't touched them since January.
3: Pay off the car. ~ Done!
Now we work on bringing the credit situation into a reasonable range. Then put some more cashola into savings and Milkie and I can start looking for our own humble abode. We like the one we have, but I would like my own gardens, a few less neighbors, and a D.O.G. Shhhhhhhh we'll just spell that last one. Shoot, she has her own blog, she can spell.
I paid the car off today! VERY EXCITING! Even if it is eleven years old now. :) I knew when I bought it that it would be on it's last leg by the time I had paid it off, but I really (underlined three times) wanted this car. If she could make it through one more winter I would be ecstatic. If she could just make it 6 months that would be great.
So I started thinking about life, and goals and such, and how my life did not go down the path I thought it would. My life has never been that way. Ever. Period. I don't know if I can't find the right path, or if I just can't stay on the path when I do. I give up. These days I just wander aimlessly down my path never looking at any paths that jut off the main route. Like Dorothy in Oz, however, I seem to have hit a fork in the road. So now what? Stay on this path and wind along as I have been, or take that path over there that wasn't on the map? It heads into some forest and I can't see where it leads, but it would be an interesting change. That is so not the point of this blog, but my mind goes where it will.
The point is progress! I am making some tangible progress in my goal of a home of my own.
1: Find a job where I can actually make the ends meet. ~ Accomplished.
2: No credit card use, period. ~ Haven't touched them since January.
3: Pay off the car. ~ Done!
Now we work on bringing the credit situation into a reasonable range. Then put some more cashola into savings and Milkie and I can start looking for our own humble abode. We like the one we have, but I would like my own gardens, a few less neighbors, and a D.O.G. Shhhhhhhh we'll just spell that last one. Shoot, she has her own blog, she can spell.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Garden O' Weedin'
I love to garden, it is in my blood. It is in both of my brothers' blood, and it comes from our Father. Who for the record did not teach any of us, we were not to touch or to bother. Unless of course a big frost was coming and we had to hurry after school to pick the last of the tomato, toss them into clothes baskets and put them in the basement. I might add that it was sleeting at the time. My Mother's idea of heaven would be a cement block in the middle of a big city. My sister must take after her, she does NOT have the gardening gene.
Living in the apartment, obviously I don't have a garden. Oh I have one alright, actually two. They just belong to other people now. Bitter? You bet. That's a lot of hard work to leave behind for someone else to enjoy, and then to destroy or tend as they see fit. I try to make myself think of it as a gift. Yeah, that's what I was thinking last spring when my x husbands gf was helping him with my garden....... shovel to the..... nothing.....
Anyway. I plant a few pots of flowers here, but that's it. Two years ago I talked to my sister about starting a vegetable garden. She has a HUGE yard. It went like this:
Me: How would you feel about me planting a veggie garden in the back yard? I really want a garden and you know you guys would get most of the vegetables.
Sis: You know I don't garden. I'm not taking care of a garden.
Me: Hello? Did I ask you to? I just want a 4x6 space in your huge yard!
Sis: Oh, o.k. I'll ask Tom what he thinks.
Me: Thanks.
A day later........
Sis: Yep, Tom says great. He'll even get you the boards and the dirt.
Me: YEAH!
A week later.......
The garden is two gardens, in and fully planted. NOT by me. I'm not sure what part of the above conversation I did not understand. So I once again had no garden, but I did enjoy some nice cucumbers and tomato.
So last summer arrives and I have no interest in the garden cause I'm still peeved about what happened. Tom shows interest at first, but is too busy to really tend it and the garden gives a bit, but becomes the garden o' weedin'. He didn't bother to clear it out last fall, and as I've mentioned my sister doesn't garden. So there it sat, a wild mess. I contemplated it a bit while I stayed there a few weeks ago taking care of Cierra, but certainly wasn't going to tackle THAT job.
Last week Tom tells my sister he's going to plow under both gardens and take them out because SHE shows no interest in it and HE doesn't have time. HELLO...... AM I INVISIBLE? So my sister tells me this and I remind her that I am the one who asked for the garden in the first place. "Oh, so you did!" So I did, and I do. I spent a good chunk of this afternoon clearing one of them out. It is enough for the veggies I want to grow. I'm contemplating the other one. I could try my hand at zucchini, summer squash, and pumpkin if I clear it out.
Speaking of gardens, my second garden that lives with my x hub is going up for sale shortly. I'm going to get the chive plant out of there and split it with my brother David. He likes the herbs and veggies. My brother Jerry is more about the flowers. I'm also going to pop out my gorgeous bleeding heart plants and put them in up town at Steve's parents house, the house that will now belong to him. When they bought that place, before Steve was born in '57 Ruth had bleeding heart in the front. It only seems appropriate. I hope she likes them.
Living in the apartment, obviously I don't have a garden. Oh I have one alright, actually two. They just belong to other people now. Bitter? You bet. That's a lot of hard work to leave behind for someone else to enjoy, and then to destroy or tend as they see fit. I try to make myself think of it as a gift. Yeah, that's what I was thinking last spring when my x husbands gf was helping him with my garden....... shovel to the..... nothing.....
Anyway. I plant a few pots of flowers here, but that's it. Two years ago I talked to my sister about starting a vegetable garden. She has a HUGE yard. It went like this:
Me: How would you feel about me planting a veggie garden in the back yard? I really want a garden and you know you guys would get most of the vegetables.
Sis: You know I don't garden. I'm not taking care of a garden.
Me: Hello? Did I ask you to? I just want a 4x6 space in your huge yard!
Sis: Oh, o.k. I'll ask Tom what he thinks.
Me: Thanks.
A day later........
Sis: Yep, Tom says great. He'll even get you the boards and the dirt.
Me: YEAH!
A week later.......
The garden is two gardens, in and fully planted. NOT by me. I'm not sure what part of the above conversation I did not understand. So I once again had no garden, but I did enjoy some nice cucumbers and tomato.
So last summer arrives and I have no interest in the garden cause I'm still peeved about what happened. Tom shows interest at first, but is too busy to really tend it and the garden gives a bit, but becomes the garden o' weedin'. He didn't bother to clear it out last fall, and as I've mentioned my sister doesn't garden. So there it sat, a wild mess. I contemplated it a bit while I stayed there a few weeks ago taking care of Cierra, but certainly wasn't going to tackle THAT job.
Last week Tom tells my sister he's going to plow under both gardens and take them out because SHE shows no interest in it and HE doesn't have time. HELLO...... AM I INVISIBLE? So my sister tells me this and I remind her that I am the one who asked for the garden in the first place. "Oh, so you did!" So I did, and I do. I spent a good chunk of this afternoon clearing one of them out. It is enough for the veggies I want to grow. I'm contemplating the other one. I could try my hand at zucchini, summer squash, and pumpkin if I clear it out.
Speaking of gardens, my second garden that lives with my x hub is going up for sale shortly. I'm going to get the chive plant out of there and split it with my brother David. He likes the herbs and veggies. My brother Jerry is more about the flowers. I'm also going to pop out my gorgeous bleeding heart plants and put them in up town at Steve's parents house, the house that will now belong to him. When they bought that place, before Steve was born in '57 Ruth had bleeding heart in the front. It only seems appropriate. I hope she likes them.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
NO TOUCHING
*Big sigh*
Last night Lisa and I decided to forgo the usual happy hour and head to C's, where the food is good and the drinks are cheap. There is albeit an older crowd. Nice folks though, and very good service. It used to be our regular stop, but the smoke was so thick you could cut it, and I couldn't. So we switched to The Shack, and we love the Shack.
Anyway, there we are, sitting at a high table with those tall chairs I can barely climb into, and importantly, sitting on the outside by the aisle. We're chatting away about deadbeat sperm donors, and potential new neighbors with muscles rippling....... oh yeah, it could happen. I'll know today I think.
All of the sudden there is a presence very much in my "bubble". He is still about a foot taller than me while I'm sitting on the chair. He's so close I can't see him, and he says "Hi" to Lisa. So I think he knows her and is just being really rude by standing so close to me. Then........ he does that nudge thing that some men do. Slides in and nudges my shoulder with his and says. "Haven't seen you in awhile." Ok. I have mentioned before that I don't like to be touched. People who don't know me, or are acquaintances need to keep out of my space bubble. So now I'm already in panic mode because that's what happens.
I turn to look at him, which puts me in the "kiss" position because he's so close. Hello Grandpa. Yes, he's at least 75, with very nice bright blue eyes, not bad looking for a Grandpa, but I am absolutely freaked out. Plus, I have a photographic memory. I did NOT know this man. I could have been casually introduced once upon a time, but even then I usually remember.
He does not move out of my space. "How have you been?" I can't even think because it was so unexpected and really upsets me. I believe I said. "Good, how are you?" He said something about enjoying retirement and it being 16 years.......now 16 years since he retired or saw me last I could not say. He said good-bye and walked off. That was probably the point where he realized I was not the person he thought I was??
So Lisa continues the conversation wherever we left it, and I am staring at her blankly. Finally I just said. "Who the hell was that?" She was like "Uh, I don't know. I thought you KNEW him." I said "No." She started laughing and I started saying NO TOUCHING. Over and over, angrily, like I do when someone gets in my space and I don't like it. Then the horny old man jokes start and that doesn't help. :) Thanks for your support Ms. Lisa. Ahhhh payback......
So why do some men do this? If you are a "nudger" KNOCK IT OFF. If you touch people you barely know while talking to them. STAY IN YOUR OWN SPACE, IT'S CREEPY! I react one of two ways, panic mode, or you are going to get punched. One time I almost clipped a Dad at the old center who did it. Afterwards I looked at my assistant Tom and I didn't have to say anything. "I know. He touched you. Glad you didn't hit him."
I choose to think that this man mistook me for someone else, someone he knew well and that's why he got so up in my business. If he was just plain hitting on me........... let's not go there. My friend Jen says take it as a compliment......I'll send him her way if I see him again. Although I plan on avoiding C's for awhile!
*Yes! I met a potential new neighbor who is about 45, single, and H O T! Here's hoping, cause he's going to cut the grass here........and I'm really looking forward to that! It's ok for me to say that, cause I'm not all up in his space, and I'm just admiring his attributes......... as IF things haven't ever been said about mine........so don't preach. lol
Last night Lisa and I decided to forgo the usual happy hour and head to C's, where the food is good and the drinks are cheap. There is albeit an older crowd. Nice folks though, and very good service. It used to be our regular stop, but the smoke was so thick you could cut it, and I couldn't. So we switched to The Shack, and we love the Shack.
Anyway, there we are, sitting at a high table with those tall chairs I can barely climb into, and importantly, sitting on the outside by the aisle. We're chatting away about deadbeat sperm donors, and potential new neighbors with muscles rippling....... oh yeah, it could happen. I'll know today I think.
All of the sudden there is a presence very much in my "bubble". He is still about a foot taller than me while I'm sitting on the chair. He's so close I can't see him, and he says "Hi" to Lisa. So I think he knows her and is just being really rude by standing so close to me. Then........ he does that nudge thing that some men do. Slides in and nudges my shoulder with his and says. "Haven't seen you in awhile." Ok. I have mentioned before that I don't like to be touched. People who don't know me, or are acquaintances need to keep out of my space bubble. So now I'm already in panic mode because that's what happens.
I turn to look at him, which puts me in the "kiss" position because he's so close. Hello Grandpa. Yes, he's at least 75, with very nice bright blue eyes, not bad looking for a Grandpa, but I am absolutely freaked out. Plus, I have a photographic memory. I did NOT know this man. I could have been casually introduced once upon a time, but even then I usually remember.
He does not move out of my space. "How have you been?" I can't even think because it was so unexpected and really upsets me. I believe I said. "Good, how are you?" He said something about enjoying retirement and it being 16 years.......now 16 years since he retired or saw me last I could not say. He said good-bye and walked off. That was probably the point where he realized I was not the person he thought I was??
So Lisa continues the conversation wherever we left it, and I am staring at her blankly. Finally I just said. "Who the hell was that?" She was like "Uh, I don't know. I thought you KNEW him." I said "No." She started laughing and I started saying NO TOUCHING. Over and over, angrily, like I do when someone gets in my space and I don't like it. Then the horny old man jokes start and that doesn't help. :) Thanks for your support Ms. Lisa. Ahhhh payback......
So why do some men do this? If you are a "nudger" KNOCK IT OFF. If you touch people you barely know while talking to them. STAY IN YOUR OWN SPACE, IT'S CREEPY! I react one of two ways, panic mode, or you are going to get punched. One time I almost clipped a Dad at the old center who did it. Afterwards I looked at my assistant Tom and I didn't have to say anything. "I know. He touched you. Glad you didn't hit him."
I choose to think that this man mistook me for someone else, someone he knew well and that's why he got so up in my business. If he was just plain hitting on me........... let's not go there. My friend Jen says take it as a compliment......I'll send him her way if I see him again. Although I plan on avoiding C's for awhile!
*Yes! I met a potential new neighbor who is about 45, single, and H O T! Here's hoping, cause he's going to cut the grass here........and I'm really looking forward to that! It's ok for me to say that, cause I'm not all up in his space, and I'm just admiring his attributes......... as IF things haven't ever been said about mine........so don't preach. lol
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