Wednesday, June 23, 2010

The Mom Situation

As you probably read on Facebook yesterday, Mom is back in the hospital. This time she has two kidney stones, one which is 5mm that she passed yesterday and is now in her bladder, the other is 9mm which is huge. (Actually she has a bunch of little ones in her kidney as well) This big stone is sitting on top of her ureter trying to pass, and of course that's like trying to shove a quarter into a straw so it's not going to happen. But what it's doing is blocking the urine from leaving the kidney therefore making the kidney "sweat" urine which is now going into her body and will cause her to become septic and kill her. So they have to do something to try and break it up but her options are limited considering her age and overall health. Waiting on the urologist to see her and figure out what to do. She also has two spots on her lower lung lobes that are pneumonia.

I'm torn between wanting her to survive this and wanting her to let go. I know, we all know, this is just different signs of her body shutting down. All the things that keep going wrong are part of that. I just don't want her being in pain. We were at the hospital until 12:30 and back again at 7am, and I'm so tired right now, it's so emotionally draining to go through this.

Ugh. I need a drink or 12.

Keep her in your prayers, ok? For whatever the outcome….whatever is best for her. If she needs to let go, I’m okay with it. I just don’t want her to suffer. She has said numerous times this past few weeks, she's ready to go be with Dad and my sister. And if that's what she wants, I want it for her.

Thanks.....

Monday, June 21, 2010

I have a case of the Mondays.


Not that it was a bad weekend by any means.

Just too short.

Since my trip last month to Vegas didn't feel much like a vacation, I'm ready for another one. We are so incredibly busy at work and it's just the start of what's going to be the next four months from hell...not only several major installations in and out of the country, but we are moving our offices in September as well.

Ugh.

On the dating scene, I do have a "meet & greet" tomorrow evening. Seems like a very nice, normal guy. Gainfully employed, children out of the house, consistent in his words so far. So, we'll see how it goes.

I'm a little discouraged on that front. From the experiences you single ladies are having out there (and have left me comments about), to the ones I am having of my own, it seems that the number of seemingly normal, well adjusted available men is a very low one. I don't get the whole misrepresenting yourself, lying about your situation, or posting pictures that were taken 15 years and 50 pounds ago. It's going to come to light the second we meet so why bother with all the smoke and mirrors?

See, this is what kept me with my ex for the past five years. At least I *knew* him, I knew where he comes from and what he's made of and when he's lying! I knew why he was divorced and what his ex wife would say about him. (and I knew he had great taste in women, at least THIS woman. LOL) I knew his mood swings and his financial situation and knowing all these things gave me a comfort level that I don't have now. Granted, it wasn't perfect by any means and I want far more out of a relationship than what ours had morphed into, but at least I knew what I was dealing with.

I'm finding myself frustrated by either meeting guys who are waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too attentive when they haven't even met me yet (good night texts are NOT necessary at that point!) or those who are interesting but can't seem to carry on a conversation to save their lives. I actually had one guy last week who had emailed me, and I responded, and we went back and forth like twice, and then I logged off because frankly, I had better things to do than sit on POF and exchanged benign banter with somebody who isn't asking me anything, but rather just exchanging trivia about himself. So he sends me another email saying "Obviously you aren't interested, since you quit responding."  For the love of God, it has been 10 minutes since my last email.  No lie!  I couldn't even respond to that.  I still can't.

I'm going into tomorrow's meeting with zero expectations. That way, there's only one way to go and that's uphill from there.

I am really just annoyed with this whole being single again and having to do this fucking dating thing. This wasn't in my plans at almost 50 years old.

Why did everything I thought my life was going to be at this age, take such a dramatic left turn? Ten years ago when I met my ex, I saw the rest of my life in the future and it looked pretty damn good. And now, it's nothing like it was supposed to be, or I thought it would be. I'm not saying it's bad, don't get me wrong. My marriage/divorce was a huge changing point in my life, and I learned a whole lot of lessons that evidently the Universe thought I needed to know. In fact I was practically beat over the head with many of them, just to drive the point home.

OK Universe, so I learned them. Now what? Any chance we can start practical application now?

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Don't mistake my kindness for stupidity. Or, How Not To Meet Women, Episode 2.



A week or so ago, I met a guy online who I was instantly attracted to.  His first email to me made me laugh out loud. His profile was great. And he was not hard on the eyes by any means. (And tall! 6'5", which made all 5'8" of me very happy!) On the negative side, he had a child under the age of ten, which it is NOT my preference to date anyone with kids still living at home (where you've gotta deal with custody issues and crappy ex-wives not wanting you to "stepmom" their kids, or having to go to a thousand fricking little league games a week).  And....he is separated from his wife, not yet divorced. He made it a point to let me know that the divorce has been filed, it's just a waiting game for the court date to roll around.


Not my ideal situation, but he was so funny and interesting that I was willing to consider it because the pros seemed to outweigh the cons.


So, we exchanged a lot of emails, then texts and phone calls, and made a date for this coming Saturday night.


I was really looking forward to it. He was the first guy in this recent foray back into the dating pool who has really intrigued me and made me actually want to meet him.


So last Thursday evening as we're talking, he makes a comment to me that he's dropping by his Mom's house on his way home from work, right? He's even on the phone with me as he walks into her house, yells "Mom? Are you home?" and I hear her yell back.


It's all good, he's a dude who visits his Mom.


Sunday night, as we're talking on the phone again, he says "Oh, by the way, in the interest of being totally honest with you, I should mention that I do live with my Mom right now. Yeah, I'm "that guy". But it's only because when I moved out of the house, I moved in with her until the divorce is final, the house sells, and everything is finalized from my marriage."


Ding ding ding....red flag.


And I thought to myself....Okay. I can understand that. But you just told me three days ago that you were dropping by Mom's to visit, even made a big show of it. Did you just move in with her in the past three days?


Then later in the conversation he mentions that he's at his ex's house doing yardwork (why??) and says that she won't do it and he wants the house to sell so he goes and does it.


Hmmmm.  Okaaaaaay. I guess I can see that as well.


During this conversation he repeats a story he had just told me on Thursday, and I'm starting to figure out quickly that he's clearly having these conversations with more people than just me, and he's forgetting who he's said what to.  I have no doubt he forgot that I was the one he was talking to when he "dropped by to see Mom", because then when he told me he lived with her, it was like he'd never mentioned his mother before.


I didn't talk to him on Monday and on Tuesday he emailed me that he'd been busy working and moving and I finally said "Dude!  First you were visiting Mom then three days later you were living with her, and now you're moving again?  What's up with that??"


His response was that he works from home, and his home office is in his ex's house, but she's a teacher and now that school is out she doesn't want him there during the day plus he hadn't really moved all his stuff out of the house so he was moving the office and the rest of his personal things, and the realtor was coming to sign papers today, and that he had told me his life was in flux but I seemed okay with it.


There were so many red flags flying by now that it looked like Switzerland was being represented at the Olympics.


And again I thought to myself..... NO.  What you led me to believe was that you lived alone, your divorce would be final any time, and your house was already up for sale.


So I responded that I didn't realize it was quite *this* in flux, and was his divorce actually filed or was that part of the "ongoing flux" as well?  He carefully dodged the divorce question and said I needed to listen to my heart and I seemed to be having second thoughts about this relationship (remember, I've never met the guy so there is no relationship at this point) and at that point I got really annoyed and said "My heart doesn't tell me anything at this point, you and I haven't even met so my heart isn't involved.  My head however, certainly has questions.  And it notices you didn't answer the one about the divorce....?"


As you can probably imagine, his next email said he was "pretty sure the paperwork would be completed in the next week or so" (c'mon, I've been divorced.  If you haven't signed papers and gotten a firm court date, you haven't even FILED.  I'm not an idiot!) and then....wait for it....


"You are interrogating me and that is not a good sign.  I don't think we're a good match.  Good luck."


I laughed my ass off.  Busted the guy out for lying about numerous things, and yet I'm the bad guy.  Dude, I had a cheating husband.  My bullshit radar is finely tuned.  It's all about the details for me and if your stories don't match up or there are big gaping holes in it, I'm gonna ask you about it.  If you're trying to date me, I have that right to be clear on what I'm getting myself into!


What is with these guys???  Ugh.  I am not happy with the selection of men out there.  So far what I've seen are too many guys with their lives a complete mess, and I don't want to pick up the pieces of the shit storm you've created in your own damn life.  


Next!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

How NOT to meet women. Episode 1.



Ah yes, back in the dating pool. It is giving me SO much blog fodder.

Today's episode features this guy....his email to me is entitled "Hi Sexy" and says:

Hey you sexy, georgeous, well endowed babe!

I like your profile. We should chat sometime soon. If you like, send me an IM over on yahoo. I'm Golfer***. Let's talk and see it there is any chemistry then maybe get together and "see what comes up"!

Well Captain Obvious, while yes, I am all of those things you so carefully outlined in your email, I'm also not interested in, as Jimmy Buffet would sing, the sharks that swim on the land.

Can't you feel 'em circlin', honey
Can't you feel 'em schoolin' around
You got fins to the left, fins to the right
And you're the only bait in town


My eyes are up here, dude. Look north.

Is it any surprise this guy is not looking for a relationship, but just casual dating? LOL

Next!

Sunday, June 13, 2010

The Cutest Mom Ever




Red hot mama

The nursing home took pictures of all the little ladies and they are lined up on the wall heading into the dining room.

I'm so glad I have this. It's my mom's personality to a tee. I always want to think of her like this. Smiling and having fun.

She will be 86 in August. Hopefully she will still be here to celebrate it. If she is, I'm buying her a red hat and a boa.

She should always have one, don't you think?

Friday, June 11, 2010

You can't be serious.




Dude, how do you EVER expect to get a date with a profile like this?  (For the record, this picture is NOT him.  As far as I know.....)

His name is...Captain Quirk.  Of course it is...

Ground control to Major Blond, Red, or Brunette. Get ready for take off with the prince of the cosmos, the one and only, the famous superSTAR, Captainnnnnn Quirk!!!

Sure I may come off as a "space cadet", but I'm quite the responsible nut, once you get to know me. (hence the rank of Captainnnnn..nnn"

Some say that I'm love "Enterprise" since I have my own business, but that may be why my brain is so full of star dust.

OK OK OK seriously

I live by the Golden Rule. My faith has been very important to me since I was a child.

Divorce struck 2yrs. ago. Was a bummer, yes, but I'm ready to enjoy life again. I am not that pretty or ugly, but know how to respect and treat a lady.

I'm not in a hurry. Life is topsy turvy but good. SOOOO Say Hi to the Captain. A little quirky ? Sure. A lot of fun...definitely!!

First Date
Well,,,hmm,,,we could fly to the planet Starbucks for a snort of their delicious, somewhat bitter, and over-priced space fuel,(I'll have mine with Milk..yway please) where we could compare notes on our latest interstellar journeys. Kick back, take it out of warp speed, and see what happens. Maybe become friends, or maybe sign on to soar to the stars ...together...God Bless and thanks for reading.

Negative, Ghost Rider, the pattern is full. Keep flying right on by....

Thursday, June 10, 2010

The Official Man Laws

Ladies, if you know an offender, report him to me immediately. If guys are writing these rules for themselves and still not following them, they need punished.


1: Under no circumstances may two men share an umbrella.

2: It is OK for a man to cry ONLY under the following circumstances:

(a) When a heroic dog dies to save its master.
(b) The moment Angelina Jolie starts unbuttoning her blouse.
(c) After wrecking your boss' car.
(d) When she is using her teeth.

3: Any Man who brings a camera to a bachelor party may be legally killed and eaten by his buddies.

4: Unless he murdered someone in your family, you must bail a friend out of jail within 12 hours.

5: If you've known a guy for more than 24 hours, his sister is off limits forever unless you actually marry her.

6: Moaning about the brand of free beer in a buddy's fridge is forbidden. However complain at will if the temperature is unsuitable.

7: No man shall ever be required to buy a birthday present for another man. In fact, even remembering your buddy's birthday is strictly optional. At that point, you must celebrate at a strip bar of the birthday boy's choice.

8: On a road trip, the strongest bladder determines pit stops, not the weakest.

9: When stumbling upon other guys watching a sporting event, you may ask the score of the game in progress, but you may never ask who's playing.

10: You may flatulate in front of a woman only after you have brought her to climax. If you trap her head under the covers for the purpose of flatulent entertainment, she's officially your girlfriend.

11: It is permissible to drink a fruity alcohol drink only when you're sunning on a tropical beach... and it's delivered by a topless model and only when it's free.

12: Only in situations of moral and/or physical peril are you allowed to kick another guy in the nuts.

13: Unless you're in prison, never fight naked.

14: Friends don't let friends wear Speedos. Ever. Issue closed.

15: If a man's fly is down, that's his problem, you didn't see anything.

16: Women who claim they "love to watch sports" must be treated as spies until they demonstrate knowledge of the game and the ability to drink as much as the other sports watchers.

17: A man in the company of a hot, suggestively dressed woman must remain sober enough to fight.

18: Never hesitate to reach for the last beer or the last slice of pizza, but not both, that's just greedy.

19: If you compliment a guy on his six-pack, you'd better be talking about his choice of beer.

20: Never join your girlfriend or wife in discussing a friend of yours, except if she's withholding sex pending your response.

21: Phrases that may NOT be uttered to another man while lifting weights:
(a) Yeah, Baby, Push it!
(b) C'mon, give me one more! Harder!
(c) Another set and we can hit the showers!

22: Never talk to a man in a bathroom unless you are on equal footing: i.e., both urinating, both waiting in line, etc. For all other situations, an almost imperceptible nod is all the conversation you need.

23: Never allow a telephone conversation with a woman to go on longer than you are able to have sex with her. Keep a stopwatch by the phone. Hang up if necessary.

24: The morning after you and a girl who was formerly "just a friend" have carnal, drunken monkey sex, the fact that you're feeling weird and guilty is no reason for you not to nail each other again before the discussion about what a big mistake it was occurs.

25: It is acceptable for you to drive her car. It is not acceptable for her to drive yours.

26: Thou shalt not buy a car in the colors of brown, pink, lime green, orange or sky blue.

27: The girl who replies to the question "What do you want for Christmas?" with "If you loved me, you'd know what I want!" gets an Xbox. End of story.

28: There is no reason for guys to watch Ice Skating or Men's Gymnastics. Ever.

29: The only time two men are allowed to hold hands is if one is dangling over a cliff... and only then if family.


We've all heard about people having guts or balls. But do you really know the difference between them? In an effort to keep you informed, the definition of each is listed below.

"GUTS" is arriving home late after a night out with the guys, being assaulted by your wife with a broom, and having the guts to say, "are you still cleaning or are you flying somewhere?"

"BALLS" is coming home late after a night out with the guys smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the ass and having the balls to say, "You're next."


Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Idiot Sightings

Thanks for the laugh, Danica!!!!


When my husband and I arrived at an automobile dealership to pick up our car, we were told the keys had been locked in it. We went to the service department and found a mechanic working feverishly to unlock the driver side door. As I watched from the passenger side, I instinctively tried the door handle and discovered that it was unlocked. 'Hey,' I announced to the technician, 'it's open!' His reply: 'I know. I already got that side.'

This was at the Ford dealership in Canton, MS
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We had to have the garage door repaired. The Sears repairman told us that one of our problems was that we did not have a 'large' enough motor on the opener. I thought for a minute, and said that we had the largest one Sears made at that time, a 1/2 horsepower. He shook his head and said, 'Lady, you need a 1/4 horsepower.' I responded that 1/2 was larger than 1/4. He said, 'NO, it's not.' Four is larger than two.' We haven't used Sears repair since.

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My daughter and I went through the McDonald's take-out window and I gave the clerk a $5 bill. Our total was $4.25, so I also handed her a quarter.

She said, 'you gave me too much money.' I said, 'Yes I know, but this way you can just give me a dollar bill back. She sighed and went to get the manager, who asked me to repeat my request. I did so, and he handed me back the quarter, and said 'We're sorry but we could not do that kind of thing.' The clerk then proceeded to give me back $1 and 75 cents in change.

Do not confuse the clerks at McD's.

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I live in a semi rural area. We recently had a new neighbor call the local township administrative office to request the removal of the DEER CROSSING sign on our road. The reason: 'Too many deer are being hit by cars out here! I don't think this is a good place for them to be crossing anymore.'

From Kingman , KS

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My daughter went to a local Taco Bell and ordered a taco. She asked the person behind the counter for 'minimal lettuce.' He said he was sorry, but they only had iceburg lettuce.
-- From Kansas City

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I was at the airport, checking in at the gate when an airport employee asked, 'Has anyone put anything in your baggage without your knowledge?' To which I replied, 'If it was without my knowledge, how would I know?' He smiled knowingly and nodded, 'That's why we ask.'

Happened in Birmingham , Ala.

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The stoplight on the corner buzzes when it's safe to cross the street. I was crossing with an intellectually challenged coworker of mine. She asked if I knew what the buzzer was for. I explained that it signals blind people when the light is red. Appalled, she responded, 'What on earth are blind people doing driving?!'

She was a probation officer in Wichita , KS

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At a good-bye luncheon for an old and dear coworker who was leaving the company due to 'downsizing,' our manager commented cheerfully, 'This is fun. We should do this more often.' Not another word was spoken. We all just looked at each other with that deer-in-the-headlights stare.

This was a lunch at Texas Instruments.

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I work with an individual who plugged her power strip back into itself and for the sake of her life, couldn't understand why her system would not turn on.

A deputy with the Dallas County Sheriff’s office, no less.

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How would you pronounce this child's name?

"Le-a"

Leah?? NO
Lee - A?? NOPE
Lay - a?? NO
Lei?? Guess Again.

This child attends a school in Kansas City, Mo. Her mother is irate because everyone is getting her name wrong.

It's pronounced "Ledasha", When the Mother was asked about the pronunciation of the name, she said, "the dash don't be silent."

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STAY ALERT!

They walk among us ..... and they VOTE

Monday, June 7, 2010

If loving you is wrong....I don't wanna be right.


Yes, it's Whipped Cream flavored vodka.

This, along with Diet A&W Root Beer, is like a party in my mouth.

All is officially right in my world now.

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Happy birthday, Molly!

Thirty and fabulous, baby!!!


This is my niece, and she's a prosecuting attorney in Virginia. And on Sunday, she turns the big Three Ohhhhhh!

Having a party for her tonight since she's home for the week. Will post wine soaked pictures later.

Have a wonderful birthday, honey. I love you much and am very proud of you.

Cheers!!!

Friday, June 4, 2010

A sad update....

You may remember this post about my buddy Sarah's niece, Mattie.

I'm sad to tell you that little Mattie passed away Wednesday afternoon.

My thoughts and prayers are with Sarah's family as they deal with their loss.

Her obituary, in part, says:

On June 2, 2010 our precious Angel Mattie Elizabeth Powell age 5 of Fayette, OH earned her wings and flew home to be with the Lord. Mattie had a great day. She played, did crafts, took pictures and gave Mommy and Daddy Hugs and Kisses all before taking a nap. When she woke up she was in the presence of the Lord. Mattie fought a courageous 2 ½ year battle with brain and bone cancer. Mattie had a beautiful smile that filled the room with joy. She touched many lives in her short lifetime.

You can't leave a better legacy than that. Godspeed, beautiful girl.


Thursday, June 3, 2010

Seriously? Who does this?

This is a sign posted in the tanning bed rooms at the place I go....and it's over the trash can:


Say what?

With my curiosity piqued, I asked them if this was *really* an issue (I actually thought this might be a joke)....and turns out, yes it is.

And the signs don't deter people from peeing AND/OR pooping in the trash can.

Let me say that again....IN THE TRASH CAN.

I just have to ask...........why?????? And who does this?

How bad do you have to go to the bathroom that you can't hold it for the 10 seconds it takes to get down the hall to an actual toilet?????????

Do people suddenly get the urge to go in the middle of tanning, and rather than stop the bed early, they jump out, pop a squat over the trash can, and get right back in before their 15 minutes of fake sun is over?

Hell why not just pee on the tanning bed while you're in there. The heat will probably evaporate it, and they have to clean the beds off between customers anyway.

What's the weirdest sign or thing you've seen recently?

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Know them, and follow them. Because I said so.

I dunno who wrote the damn thing, but I like it.  Whoever this guy is who actually did write it, give him my number.

New Rule: Stop giving me that pop-up ad for classmates.com! There's a reason you don't talk to people for 25 years and that's because you don't particularly like them!  Besides, I already know what the captain of the football team is doing these days.  He's mowing my lawn.

New Rule:  Ladies, leave your eyebrows alone. Here's how much men care about your eyebrows: do you have two of them? Okay, we're done.

New Rule: The more complicated the Starbucks order, the bigger the asshole.. If you walk into a Starbucks and order a "decaf Grande half-soy, half-low fat, iced vanilla, double-shot, gingerbread cappuccino, extra dry, light ice, with one sweet-n'-Low, and one NutraSweet," ooh, you're a huge asshole. Stop it.

New Rule: Just because your tattoo has Chinese characters in it doesn't make you spiritual. It's right above the crack of your ass and it translates to "beef with broccoli." The last time you did anything spiritual, you were praying to God you weren't pregnant. You're not spiritual. You're just high.

New Rule: I don't need a bigger mega M&Ms. If I'm extra hungry for M&Ms, I'll go nuts and eat two.

New Rule: No more gift registries. You know, it used to be just for weddings. Now it's for babies and new homes and graduations from rehab. Picking out the stuff you want and having other people buy it for you isn't gift giving, it's the white people version of looting.

New Rule: and this one is long overdue: No more bathroom attendants. After I zip up, some guy is offering me a towel and a mint like I just had sex with George Michael. I don't even know if he's supposed to be there, or just some freak with a fetish. I don't want to meet you dude. I just want to wash my hands.

New Rule: When I ask how old your toddler is, I don't need to know in months. "27 Months." "He's two," will do just fine. He's not a cheese. And I didn't really care in the first place.

New Rule: If you ever hope to be a credible adult and want a job that pays better than minimum wage, then for God's sake don't pierce or tattoo every available piece of flesh on your body. If so, then plan your future around saying, "Do you want fries with that?"


Saturday, May 29, 2010

And the winner is....

Light red!


It feels good to be "me" again!!

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Friday, May 28, 2010

Pick a color....any color....

Getting my hair colored after work and getting rid of this blonde crap. Yay! Thinking about being a redhead again. After all that was my "natural" hair color for 25 years. And I was good at it. It suited my personality!

But then again I've been just about every color...

Really dark (she took my "coffee color" seriously):


Ugly boring brown:


Reddish brown:


Redder:


My Cruella DeVille look:


Just an odd color:


Carrot Top:


Sweet Jesus, am I blonde or brunette? Put the same color on both sides of my head, lady!


Worst Blonde Ever:


Who I want to be when I grow up:


What do you think? Pick a color...any color....I've been 'em all!


Thursday, May 27, 2010

The next Survivor is going to be awesome!

Six married men will be dropped on an island with one car and 3 kids each for six weeks.

Each kid will play two sports and take either music or dance classes.

There is no fast food.

Each man must take care of his 3 kids; keep his assigned house clean, correct all homework, complete science projects, cook, do laundry, and pay a list of 'pretend' bills with not enough money.

In addition, each man will have to budget enough money for groceries each week.

Each man must remember the birthdays of all their friends and relatives, and send cards out on time - no emailing.

Each man must also take each child to a doctor's appointment, a dentist appointment and a haircut appointment.

He must make one unscheduled and inconvenient visit per child to the Emergency Room.

He must also make cookies or cupcakes for a school function.

Each man will be responsible for decorating his own assigned house, planting flowers outside, and keeping it presentable at all times.

The men will only have access to television when the kids are asleep and all chores are done.

The men must shave their legs, wear makeup daily, adorn themselves with jewelry, wear uncomfortable yet stylish shoes, keep fingernails polished, and eyebrows groomed.

During one of the six weeks, the men will have to endure severe abdominal cramps, backaches, headaches, have extreme, unexplained mood swings but never once complain or slow down from other duties.

They must attend weekly school meetings and find time at least once to spend the afternoon at the park or a similar setting.

They will need to read a book to the kids each night and in the morning, feed them, dress them,
brush their teeth and comb their hair by 7:30 am.

A test will be given at the end of the six weeks, and each father will be required to know all of the following information: each child's birthday, height, weight, shoe size, clothes size, doctor's name, the child's weight at birth, length, time of birth, and length of labor, each child's favorite color, middle name, favorite snack, favorite song, favorite drink, favorite toy, biggest fear, and what they want to be when they grow up.

The kids vote them off the island based on performance.

The last man wins only if...he still has enough energy to be intimate with his spouse at a moment's notice.

If the last man does win, he can play the game over and over and over again for the next 18-25 years, eventually earning the right to be called Mother!

Yeah, I can't WAIT to see this.  (By the way, I know there are a lot of single Dad's who currently do all this, and kudos to them....)

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

I've got a hole in one.

I don't write this stuff, people. I just plagiarize it.


Some new golf terms to use when you're out on the course...

A 'Rock Hudson' - a putt that looked straight, but wasn't.

A 'Saddam Hussein' - from one bunker into another.

A 'Yasser Arafat' - butt ugly and in the sand.

A 'John Kennedy Jr.' - didn't quite make it over the water.

A 'Rodney King' - over-clubbed.

An 'O.J.'- got away with one.

A 'Princess Grace' - should have used a driver.

A 'Princess Di' - shouldn't have used the driver.

A 'Condom' - safe, but didn't feel very good.

A 'Brazilian' - shaved the hole.

A 'Rush Limbaugh' - a little to the right.

A 'Nancy Pelosi' - Way to the left and out of bounds.

A 'James Joyce' - a putt that's impossible to read.

A 'Ted Kennedy' - goes in the water and jumps out.

A 'Pee Wee Herman' - too much wrist.

A 'Sonny Bono' - straight into the trees.

A 'Paris Hilton' - a very expensive hole.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

I'm still....Lost

Watched the finale last night and am still confused. I swear those people who wrote that show were either geniuses or high as fricking kites.

However, this made me laugh out loud. Especially the first alternate ending....


Enjoy!

Monday, May 24, 2010

So here's the scoop.



I've dealt with my ghosts and I've faced all my demons
Finally content with a past I regret
I've found you find strength in your moments of weakness
For once I'm at peace with myself
I've been burdened with blame, trapped in the past for too long
I'm movin' on...

I have not been totally truthful with you guys this past couple of years about being "single".  And the reason for that is because I've been involved with my ex the entire time.  For the past five years, in fact, since our divorce.  Some of my real world friends know this, a few of my blogging buddies do, but I'm tired of hiding and pretending to be someone I'm not.  Pretending like I'm single and looking and just haven't met the good guy yet.  (OK well technically that is true, because I am single and looking, but still!)


I'm telling you this now, because the relationship has finally run it's course.  In Vegas. LOL  Yeah, most people go there and start relationships, I go there to end mine.  But it's ironic really, because we honeymooned there so I guess it is appropriate.


I should have ended our relationship with our divorce like normal people do, but I didn't. And over the years it became habit more than anything else. He gave me with someone to do things with on the weekends, to travel with, etc. It was no grand marital reconciliation, I think it was more a case of "not bad enough to leave, not good enough to stay".  

Relationship purgatory, if you will.


I've been easing out of this for months, recognizing awhile ago that we were really just nothing more than friends who had been married once and were so used to being together that we were just too ingrained in the habit to stop wasting each other's time and move on.  And the need to move on kicked into high gear back in January when I met a really great guy, and I was in no position to pursue anything because of the situation I was in. (And damn, that pissed me off!)

Honestly, the idea of dating scared the shit out of me.  But when I met someone who really interested me and I was too embarrassed to say ""Hey, I need to close this door before I can open another one, can you hang in there with me for a few weeks while I extricate myself from this?", well that's when I realized I had to change my situation and fast, because precious time was slipping away and there are perfectly great guys out there getting snatched up by other women who are smart enough to actually divorce their husbands when they divorce their husbands. LOL   But it still took me 5 months to do it!  I just had to get really, really tired of not getting my needs met, and get my head and my heart on the same page.  And that finally happened. (And yes, Penny....I mean it this time.)


Anyway....that's why I came home from Vegas early, on Thursday night. Well, that and my Mom of course.  However, her situation was not life threatening, and I could have stayed until Saturday as planned.  But I just couldn't.  Emotionally, I hit a wall on Wednesday, and I had that moment where you realize that you're really just DONE.  When I got the call Thursday morning that my Mom was going back to the hospital, I knew it was a sign from God or the Universe or Oprah that I needed to get my sorry ass on a plane back to Columbus, so I did.


And I've gotta tell you, I feel amazing.  I feel like the weight of the world has been lifted off my shoulders.  I feel like I have been stagnant for so long, and now I'm happy and excited about what my future holds for me,  for the first time in many, many years.  I have hope, and that's something I haven't had since 2005.


I'm telling you all this because part of my "starting over" is coming clean and being honest about who I am and what I'm doing.  I've been too ashamed to admit that I was still dating my ex, so I just didn't talk about it and instead, gave you all the impression that I had no involvement with him.  I am sorry that I mislead you, and I hope that you will forgive me.  I promise not to do that again.


I am all about being my authentic self now, and part of that is admitting my flaws (and I've got lots of 'em, trust me), identifying and correcting my weaknesses, and making the changes necessary to have the life and love I've only allowed myself to dream about.  


And you know I'll blog about it every step of the way.  I hope you'll take this journey with me.


Sunday, May 23, 2010

Stay tuned

My blog post featuring true confessions will be late posting tomorrow. My laptop just died, my charger is at work, and it's way too much to type on my iPhone!

Check in later tomorrow mornings, and let's see if truth really does set me free.


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Friday, May 21, 2010

Already Gone

Remember all the things we wanted
Now all our memories, they're haunted
We were always meant to say goodbye

Even with our fists held high
It never would've worked out right
We were never meant for do or die

I didn't want us to burn out
I didn't come here to hold you, now I can't stop

I want you to know that it doesn't matter
Where we take this road someone's gotta go
And I want you to know you couldn't have loved me better
But I want you to move on so I'm already gone

Looking at you makes it harder
But I know that you'll find another
That doesn't always make you want to cry

Started with a perfect kiss then
We could feel the poison set in
Perfect couldn't keep this love alive

You know that I love you so
I love you enough to let you go

I want you to know that it doesn't matter
Where we take this road someone's gotta go
And I want you to know you couldn't have loved me better
But I want you to move on so I'm already gone

I'm already gone, already gone
You can't make it feel right when you know that it's wrong
I'm already gone, already gone
There's no moving on so I'm already gone

Already gone, already gone, already gone
Already gone, already gone, already gone, yeah

Remember all the things we wanted
Now all our memories, they're haunted
We were always meant to say goodbye

I want you to know that it doesn't matter
Where we take this road someone's gotta go
And I want you to know you couldn't have loved me better
But I want you to move on so I'm already gone

I'm already gone, already gone
You can't make it feel right when you know that it's wrong
I'm already gone, already gone
There's no moving on so I'm already gone



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Thursday, May 20, 2010

Leaving Las Vegas




My mom is in the hospital again. Blood clots in her legs. I'm told it isn't urgent enough for me to come home early.

But I've never been one to do as I was told.

Truth is I'm really not enjoying Vegas much this trip. I've been here too many times now and the thrill is gone. I was bored after two days. I was ready to jump off the faux Eiffel Tower after four days. The idea of being there two more days was making me crazy but I felt like such a loser changing my flight just because nothing about staying in Vegas appealed to me.

And my travelling partner and I...well let's just say my heart and my head are now on the same page. As Linda Lou would say, let Purgefest 2010 begin.

It's not been a good trip.

So when I got the call about my mom this morning I was pretty sure it was the Universe telling me to get on a damn plane and go home and save myself two more days of unhappiness in Sin City.

My flight leaves in an hour.

I have some very important things to change in my life going forward. It's time to shake things up, and make the new start I've delayed for five years now.

I'll be back with a new blog post Monday confessing some sins and telling you about my plans for the future.

Viva Las Vegas. It's been fun but it's time for some new scenery.

See y'all Monday. Have a good weekend.


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Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Fireball!!!

Won $85.15 playing Fireball last night. Yay!!






That will pay for at least seven of these damn $12 margaritas poolside.





Cabana boys are NOT cheap.

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Monday, May 17, 2010

When Architects Drink




Yes, it's a real building in Vegas. The soon to be Cleveland Clinic.

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Sunday, May 16, 2010

And we're off.

I'm at the airport waiting on my 6:45 flight to Vegas.

I've pregamed with two double Ketel One's on the rocks and a Xanaxi should be good for the flight.






I'm a nervous flyer if you couldn't guess

We get into Vegas at 10:15. Probably won't do much tonight other than check into the hotel (Planet Hollywood) and chill out

Will update tomorrow with pics poolside.

And maybe one of a cute cabana boy if there is one.


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Saturday, May 15, 2010

Friday, May 14, 2010

W-w-w-w-what?

A teacher is explaining biology to her 4th grade students. "Human beings are the only animals that stutter," she said.

A little girl raises her hand. "I had a kitty-cat who stuttered."

The teacher, knowing how precious some of these stories could become, asked the girl to describe the incident.

"Well," she began, "I was in the back yard with my kitty and the Rottweiler that lives next door got a running start and before we knew it, he jumped over the fence into our yard!"

"That must've been scary," said the teacher.

"It sure was," said the little girl. "My kitty raised her back, went "Ffffff!, Ffffff!, FfffffF, but before she could say "Fuck!," the Rottweiler ate her!

The teacher had to leave the room.

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So, yay it's Friday! That means in 48 hours I'll be heading to Vegas!

We get in Sunday night around 10pm Vegas time, and leave the following Friday on the red eye coming home.

Monday morning I'm having breakfast with my dear friend Linda Lou before she hits the road for all points East. I can't wait. Cannot believe it's been a year already since I saw her last.

I plan to spend an hour or two at the pool at Planet Hollywood every day, basking in the desert sun and working on my tan lines. Now that the orange spray tan is gone, it's time to get a real one! I've been going to the tanning bed for the past week trying to get a base tan so that I don't fry out there, but never fear...I'll have plenty of sunscreen on!

Not sure what we'll do the rest of the week. Considering a side trip to the Grand Canyon, never been there so that could be fun. Or maybe an overnight into LA. Who knows? No specific plans other than just relaxing and enjoying a week away.

It's been a stressful couple of weeks. Mama needs a cocktail. And if a cute cabana boy delivers it pool side...so be it.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

It's All About A Fly.

There is a very important moral to this story at the end so pay attention.

In the dead of summer a fly was resting among leaves beside a stream.

The hot, dry fly said to no one in particular, 'Gosh...if I go down three inches I will feel the mist from the water and I will be refreshed.'

There was a fish in the water thinking, 'Gosh...if that fly goes down three inches, I can eat him.'

There was a bear on the shore thinking, 'Gosh...if that fly goes down three inches that fish will jump for the fly...and I will grab the fish!!'

It also happened that a hunter was farther up the bank of the lake preparing to eat a cheese sandwich....'Gosh,' he thought, 'if that fly goes down three inches...and that fish leaps for it...that bear will expose himself and grab for the fish. I'll shoot the bear and have a proper lunch.'

Now, you probably think this is enough activity on one river bank, but I can tell you there's more.....

A wee mouse by the hunter's foot was thinking, Gosh, if that fly goes down three inches...and that fish jumps for that fly...and that bear grabs for that fish...the dumb hunter will shoot the bear and drop his cheese sandwich.'

A cat lurking in the bushes took in this scene and thought,(as was fashionable to do on the banks of this particular river around lunch time) Gosh...if that fly goes down three inches...and that fish jumps for that fly and that bear grabs for that fish and that hunter shoots that bear and that mouse makes off with the cheese sandwich....then I can have mouse for lunch.'

The poor fly is finally so hot and so dry that he heads down for the cooling mist of the water.

The fish swallows the fly...

The bear grabs the fish..

The hunter shoots the bear..

The mouse grabs the cheese sandwich...

The cat jumps for the mouse..

The mouse ducks....

The cat falls into the water and drowns.

NOW, The Moral Of The Story...

Whenever a fly goes down three inches,

Some pussy's gonna be in serious danger.