Yeah, I caved...I'm watchin' the game, and holy guacamole, talk about off to a quick start...I was clapping and yelling at Peterson to run and then I realized what I was doing...I am such a traitor...damnit.
Ok, so funny story and I HAVE to share cuz I think it is awesome. I went to Dancergirl's house last night to celebrate her baby boy's birthday and in doing our usual catch up she mentioned she had a new man. She was on Match too (at my prodding) and my worst fear from the day she joined was that we would end up sharing at some point. We have very similar taste in men and have been mistaken for sisters on more than one occasion and I figured it was inevitable. I thought, worse case we would fall for the same dude and find out we were both getting played and best case one of us would end up with the other's cast off and forever be wondering WTF? Either one not good, but a risk we were willing to take...turns out I was wrong, whew.
She started telling me about him and mentioned his name and occupation and I said "Wait a minute...what was his screen name?" Turns out he was one of my Matches from the get go...we had emailed a few times and I really liked him...he is wicked funny and way cool and just seemed to have it together. We never were able to meet because of schedule conflicts, but he was one of those guys that I just felt like would be worth getting to know. After some time we each dropped off the radar, me because of Coach and Philly, and him because of her (although I didn't know it at the time) and the emails stopped.
I feel like it is a bonus for me cuz he was the only guy, other than those I actually met and connected with, that I felt like would be great to know whether we had a relationship or not. NOW I get to meet him and hang with him, AND if they ever get married I have a hell of a story to use in a toast at the wedding...tee hee.
Ok, just one of those random things I had to share...back to the game.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
11 days & countin
Well it is Sunday, which means the Pea and I did our DD run this morning and the weekly shopping. We braved Walmart instead of the usual Target because I had a TON of stuff to buy and despite it being as close to hell on earth as one can get, it does have better prices. I managed to get in and out before 9:30am, which seems to be the key, and no lives were lost, no breakdowns were had, no warrior poses needed to be struck. Now, if I could just manage to get all the crap put away I would be a happy camper.
Since it is Sunday, and a mere 11 days away from the official start of the NFL season (so excited I could pee) I thought I would comment on a few things football.
1) Carolina: WTF guys? I mean really, I know it is just the pre-season but come on...seriously.
2) Jets: Why do you keep doing this to me? I don't like you guys, I don't want to follow you guys but first you get Favre and I HAVE to watch and now Sanchez is growing on me which means I may have to watch you again this year...AGHHH, cut it out.
3) Colts: the Lions? Really? Even in the pre-season that is just wrong...W.R.O.N.G.
4) Favre: of all the teams, in all the cities...wow...good luck with that...I for one, am out...I gave ya a bye with the Jets, but I simply CAN NOT wrap my head around watching you play in purple...I WILL be glued to the TV Oct. 5th though...with a beer in each hand and a PACKERS tee on. Go Pack.
5) Philly: Oh boy...must admit, I have not been a fan since the days of Cunningham, and not real pleased with your new acquisition BUT, since in order to spend any time with my Philly on the weekends I may be forced to watch you, I promise to applaud good ball and not gloat too much when you suck. Sept. 13th will be interesting...tee hee.
Ok, that's all I got...I may get around to writing more later, have a story (imagine that, seems like it has been awhile) but since the chance of that is about the same as the chance of the cleaning fairies showing up to finish up around here, I am guessin' prolly not.
Since it is Sunday, and a mere 11 days away from the official start of the NFL season (so excited I could pee) I thought I would comment on a few things football.
1) Carolina: WTF guys? I mean really, I know it is just the pre-season but come on...seriously.
2) Jets: Why do you keep doing this to me? I don't like you guys, I don't want to follow you guys but first you get Favre and I HAVE to watch and now Sanchez is growing on me which means I may have to watch you again this year...AGHHH, cut it out.
3) Colts: the Lions? Really? Even in the pre-season that is just wrong...W.R.O.N.G.
4) Favre: of all the teams, in all the cities...wow...good luck with that...I for one, am out...I gave ya a bye with the Jets, but I simply CAN NOT wrap my head around watching you play in purple...I WILL be glued to the TV Oct. 5th though...with a beer in each hand and a PACKERS tee on. Go Pack.
5) Philly: Oh boy...must admit, I have not been a fan since the days of Cunningham, and not real pleased with your new acquisition BUT, since in order to spend any time with my Philly on the weekends I may be forced to watch you, I promise to applaud good ball and not gloat too much when you suck. Sept. 13th will be interesting...tee hee.
Ok, that's all I got...I may get around to writing more later, have a story (imagine that, seems like it has been awhile) but since the chance of that is about the same as the chance of the cleaning fairies showing up to finish up around here, I am guessin' prolly not.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
doesn't suck
Well it is Thursday already, the week has just flown by, and as a variation of my Sh*t That Doesn't S#ck I thought I would do a little bit about Match. Overall, I must admit, it doesn't suck...I was able to meet some amazing men that I never would have run into without it and while I don't know what will happen long term even found one to hang onto and try to have a relationship with.
One of the great things about Match is it puts all your stuff out there right away...there are no awkward second dates where you have to disclose that you are divorced and have a kid...it says so right there in black and white in your profile and for the most part if someone is not ok with that they just move on and you never meet. Another thing that doesn't suck is you can generally get a pretty good feel for the type of person in the way they write their profile, the pictures they include (or don't) and the things they say are important.
I won't go into all the things that DO suck about Match, and how weird it is, and how it takes some getting used to cuz I have pretty much covered that already, but I will offer some advice based on my experience (and Booya's) for anyone out there considering or who has a friend considering it.
DO be honest...this is the biggest and most important...and I don't just mean about height, age, body type, marital status...be honest about what you like and don't, and what you are looking for...if you have some really big deal breakers, go ahead and put it out there. If you are a vegan and can't date someone who eats meat go ahead and say so...DON'T however, list all the things that annoy you or all the personality traits of people that could render you not attracted, or state the obvious. This is an excerpt from an actual profile, I never returned his email : if you are attempting to date everyone on this website, please skip over me please. Hey, I know that there are some of you out there that all you do is date just to date. Not my kind of girl!!! You like personality then I have one. I'm fun to spend time with and I'm definitely the romantic type. I'm looking for that person that is looking true happiness, and who realizes that being happy has nothing to do with financial status. Don't get me wrong be cause I enjoy a comfortable life style, but I place more importance on love and happiness. Now if your pictures that you have posted are from your high school prom, and they are not who you are now, please do not contact me unless you have current pictures that you can send. If your pictures are when your were 15 to 20 pounds lighter, then you are totally false advertising yourself. Please also have pictures to send if you contact me because attraction has been around since Adam and Eve!!! Now I think age is very much a number, but how you have lived your life will reflect how that age fits you. I prefer the person that has lived a clean and healthy life and this will show regardless of their age. For example, if you have lived a hard life up to this point and you are say 35 then you most likely look 55 years old. This would not be the type person for me!!! Oh, and excessive use of exclamation points is annoying, don't do it.
DO keep things short and sweet...just because you have 4000 words available doesn't mean you need to actually use them all, this isn't a college application...leaving a little bit to talk about on your dates is a good thing. DON'T be vague or cryptic though cuz that just smacks of creepy. DO try and allow the kind of person you are to come across...if you are funny, be funny...if you are serious, ok...if you are an arrogant douche you might want to tone it down, but then again: Any romantic and articulate women out there that take themselves serious and would want to be with the same kind of person? I am a great guy to be with, looking for a woman with no hang-ups and zero drama. I will place a picture up if I see someone interested or curious without the view of a picture. Yeah, that was his entire profile...no pictures, no likes and dislikes, no hobbies...wonder if he has had any takers? And DON'T, in your profile or emails, use "texting" language like u, ur, lol etc...the reason you abbreviate like that in a text is cuz you have so little room available...reading profiles and emails that read like text messages, especially from 40 year old men, all I could think was this guy is trying to be cool and it isn't working.
DO be nice...rather obvious huh? Well...apparently some guys think it is cool to not be. I got more emails either demanding to meet me, making a rude comment about me or one of my body parts (and NO I did not post any bikini shots so I didn't open myself up for that), or just overall snotty. Here is one that I got:
If you are really the person you come across as in your profilr then i would love to meet u and maybe have a drink together.
*That was the actual email, in his profile he referred to himself as awesome and said he was looking for a girl who could handle that...this was my response...I never hit send...I realize now I was probably being a little snarky.*
Dear Mr Awesome,
Well NO, actually, I am not the person in my profile...I hacked the pictures off some myspace page, I have no idea who they are. I am a troll. I don't like football, I don't drink beer, I don't play golf, I just put those things in there cuz I hear dudes dig it. I am really a drama queen, high maintenance, gold digger looking to lure an awesome unsuspecting guy, such as yourself, into my life and my bed...can't wait to meet you and have that drink!
K
Oh, and one last DON'T: don't post the following types of pictures, they are really kinda weird: glamour shots (and yes, I saw both MEN and women with these...ridiculous), nekkid or half nekkid...the beach shots are cool in the extra photos, especially if you have a rockin bod, but not on the profile picture...and what is with the picture of yourself standing in front of the mirror holding the camera? That one I don't get AT ALL. Scowling, sticking your tongue out, and kissy faces...save those for your Facebook page...SMILE damnit. And last...pictues with someone of the opposite sex in them. CROP THEM OUT! EVEN IF IT IS YOUR SIBLING...I must admit, for me, seeing a guys profile with obviously cropped out ladies made him seem more real than just a bunch of him standing with his buddies or by himself. Most "real" guys don't have a bunch of pictures of themselves laying around and those they do have were probably taken when they were in a relationship...that is cool...the guys with the pictures of them with Hooters girls, on a boat with a bunch of bikini clad women, or (and YES I saw this) with a hottie sitting on his lap...two words: LOSE ERRRR. The ladies tended to go with the pictures of them with their animals and kids...again one or two in the extra pictures, fine, but not in a profile pic, and I personally didn't want pictures of the Pea out there for a bunch of potentially creepy guys to see so I cropped her out of all of them. It was obvious she was still in some of them cuz there is no way to cut her out completely, but at least her face wasn't shown.
Whew...ok, I think I could write for a week about all things to do/not do when it comes to online dating...some things I learned along the way, some things I learned cuz I saw others do them...one thing is for sure though, DO IT. If you are single and considering it, go for it...finding a great person that you never would have without it doesn't suck.
One of the great things about Match is it puts all your stuff out there right away...there are no awkward second dates where you have to disclose that you are divorced and have a kid...it says so right there in black and white in your profile and for the most part if someone is not ok with that they just move on and you never meet. Another thing that doesn't suck is you can generally get a pretty good feel for the type of person in the way they write their profile, the pictures they include (or don't) and the things they say are important.
I won't go into all the things that DO suck about Match, and how weird it is, and how it takes some getting used to cuz I have pretty much covered that already, but I will offer some advice based on my experience (and Booya's) for anyone out there considering or who has a friend considering it.
DO be honest...this is the biggest and most important...and I don't just mean about height, age, body type, marital status...be honest about what you like and don't, and what you are looking for...if you have some really big deal breakers, go ahead and put it out there. If you are a vegan and can't date someone who eats meat go ahead and say so...DON'T however, list all the things that annoy you or all the personality traits of people that could render you not attracted, or state the obvious. This is an excerpt from an actual profile, I never returned his email : if you are attempting to date everyone on this website, please skip over me please. Hey, I know that there are some of you out there that all you do is date just to date. Not my kind of girl!!! You like personality then I have one. I'm fun to spend time with and I'm definitely the romantic type. I'm looking for that person that is looking true happiness, and who realizes that being happy has nothing to do with financial status. Don't get me wrong be cause I enjoy a comfortable life style, but I place more importance on love and happiness. Now if your pictures that you have posted are from your high school prom, and they are not who you are now, please do not contact me unless you have current pictures that you can send. If your pictures are when your were 15 to 20 pounds lighter, then you are totally false advertising yourself. Please also have pictures to send if you contact me because attraction has been around since Adam and Eve!!! Now I think age is very much a number, but how you have lived your life will reflect how that age fits you. I prefer the person that has lived a clean and healthy life and this will show regardless of their age. For example, if you have lived a hard life up to this point and you are say 35 then you most likely look 55 years old. This would not be the type person for me!!! Oh, and excessive use of exclamation points is annoying, don't do it.
DO keep things short and sweet...just because you have 4000 words available doesn't mean you need to actually use them all, this isn't a college application...leaving a little bit to talk about on your dates is a good thing. DON'T be vague or cryptic though cuz that just smacks of creepy. DO try and allow the kind of person you are to come across...if you are funny, be funny...if you are serious, ok...if you are an arrogant douche you might want to tone it down, but then again: Any romantic and articulate women out there that take themselves serious and would want to be with the same kind of person? I am a great guy to be with, looking for a woman with no hang-ups and zero drama. I will place a picture up if I see someone interested or curious without the view of a picture. Yeah, that was his entire profile...no pictures, no likes and dislikes, no hobbies...wonder if he has had any takers? And DON'T, in your profile or emails, use "texting" language like u, ur, lol etc...the reason you abbreviate like that in a text is cuz you have so little room available...reading profiles and emails that read like text messages, especially from 40 year old men, all I could think was this guy is trying to be cool and it isn't working.
DO be nice...rather obvious huh? Well...apparently some guys think it is cool to not be. I got more emails either demanding to meet me, making a rude comment about me or one of my body parts (and NO I did not post any bikini shots so I didn't open myself up for that), or just overall snotty. Here is one that I got:
If you are really the person you come across as in your profilr then i would love to meet u and maybe have a drink together.
*That was the actual email, in his profile he referred to himself as awesome and said he was looking for a girl who could handle that...this was my response...I never hit send...I realize now I was probably being a little snarky.*
Dear Mr Awesome,
Well NO, actually, I am not the person in my profile...I hacked the pictures off some myspace page, I have no idea who they are. I am a troll. I don't like football, I don't drink beer, I don't play golf, I just put those things in there cuz I hear dudes dig it. I am really a drama queen, high maintenance, gold digger looking to lure an awesome unsuspecting guy, such as yourself, into my life and my bed...can't wait to meet you and have that drink!
K
Oh, and one last DON'T: don't post the following types of pictures, they are really kinda weird: glamour shots (and yes, I saw both MEN and women with these...ridiculous), nekkid or half nekkid...the beach shots are cool in the extra photos, especially if you have a rockin bod, but not on the profile picture...and what is with the picture of yourself standing in front of the mirror holding the camera? That one I don't get AT ALL. Scowling, sticking your tongue out, and kissy faces...save those for your Facebook page...SMILE damnit. And last...pictues with someone of the opposite sex in them. CROP THEM OUT! EVEN IF IT IS YOUR SIBLING...I must admit, for me, seeing a guys profile with obviously cropped out ladies made him seem more real than just a bunch of him standing with his buddies or by himself. Most "real" guys don't have a bunch of pictures of themselves laying around and those they do have were probably taken when they were in a relationship...that is cool...the guys with the pictures of them with Hooters girls, on a boat with a bunch of bikini clad women, or (and YES I saw this) with a hottie sitting on his lap...two words: LOSE ERRRR. The ladies tended to go with the pictures of them with their animals and kids...again one or two in the extra pictures, fine, but not in a profile pic, and I personally didn't want pictures of the Pea out there for a bunch of potentially creepy guys to see so I cropped her out of all of them. It was obvious she was still in some of them cuz there is no way to cut her out completely, but at least her face wasn't shown.
Whew...ok, I think I could write for a week about all things to do/not do when it comes to online dating...some things I learned along the way, some things I learned cuz I saw others do them...one thing is for sure though, DO IT. If you are single and considering it, go for it...finding a great person that you never would have without it doesn't suck.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
playing nice
Philly and I played golf today...the first time out with someone new is always interesting...it is a great way to get to know someone. You learn pretty quickly how they deal with rules, whether they take themselves seriously or not, how they handle frustration, how competitive they are, if they have a temper, if they are courteous, and how honest they are. I was a little nervous cuz things are moving along really well and we are definitely headed into a relationship, and if we weren't able to mesh on the course...wellllll...things might have faded out pretty quick. We had a great time...turns out, we play well together.
I am excited about how things are going and already looking forward to seeing him again. I am trying not to think about "the future" or anything past the next few days and weeks and just trying to get to know him and see where it goes. I know he doesn't want to live here forever and I don't want to live up north so I suspect we have an expiration date even if things are perfect, but I don't want to hold back or walk away just because of the possibility that we will have to end things down the road...I don't want to, but it doesn't stop me from thinking about it. Having been heartbroken and a puddle on the floor, I don't exactly want to set myself up for that, but I sure wouldn't want to NOT take a chance on someone that I think is great, that I am attracted to, and want to spend time with, just because some time down the road it may have to end. Hell, most relationships end, period, and if before it does you feel good, and whole, and happy, it is worth it...right?
I guess new relationships are a bit like a round of golf...you set out with the best intentions, all happy, and excited, and ready. You have your ups and downs...happy moments, frustrating moments, moments when you just want to pick up and go home. There are times when you think your luck can't get worse, and others when you think you are the luckiest sumbitch on the planet. Despite trying to always do your best, sometimes you fall short, other times things work out exactly as planned. Often times, when you least expect it, you have a great one that feels effortless...and sometimes it is a struggle from the start. You almost always encounter something you never have, and learn a thing a two...and there are almost always a few "oopsie" moments. Overall though, if at the end of the day, you want to go back and do it again the next, it was worth it.
I am excited about how things are going and already looking forward to seeing him again. I am trying not to think about "the future" or anything past the next few days and weeks and just trying to get to know him and see where it goes. I know he doesn't want to live here forever and I don't want to live up north so I suspect we have an expiration date even if things are perfect, but I don't want to hold back or walk away just because of the possibility that we will have to end things down the road...I don't want to, but it doesn't stop me from thinking about it. Having been heartbroken and a puddle on the floor, I don't exactly want to set myself up for that, but I sure wouldn't want to NOT take a chance on someone that I think is great, that I am attracted to, and want to spend time with, just because some time down the road it may have to end. Hell, most relationships end, period, and if before it does you feel good, and whole, and happy, it is worth it...right?
I guess new relationships are a bit like a round of golf...you set out with the best intentions, all happy, and excited, and ready. You have your ups and downs...happy moments, frustrating moments, moments when you just want to pick up and go home. There are times when you think your luck can't get worse, and others when you think you are the luckiest sumbitch on the planet. Despite trying to always do your best, sometimes you fall short, other times things work out exactly as planned. Often times, when you least expect it, you have a great one that feels effortless...and sometimes it is a struggle from the start. You almost always encounter something you never have, and learn a thing a two...and there are almost always a few "oopsie" moments. Overall though, if at the end of the day, you want to go back and do it again the next, it was worth it.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
golf naps
The Pea is with her daddy this weekend. I am being lazy and watching golf. I had planned on it raining all weekend and since it isn't I feel guilty about lolling on the couch instead of being outside, but I have yet to get my ass up and do anything about it. I should go for a run, I should go to the driving range and hit balls, I should clean my garage. Shoulda, woulda, coulda...oh well.
Had a date last night with Philly...a real date, not a nondate date. We got dressed up, I wore my purple shoes, we went out to a nice restaurant, ordered a bottle of wine, talked, laughed...it was great. I don't think we realized how cozy we were getting until the owner came over and said "look at you two, all steamy, you are fogging up my windows!" it wasn't ACTUALLY us that was doing it, little thing called humidity, but when she said it we both looked at each other wide eyed, and I for one thought "oh, huh...maybe so." Things are easy with him, easy and fun and nice...he is ridiculously good looking (he looks like Bradley Cooper and I think we all know how I feel about Bradley Cooper) he is smart, he is funny, and most importantly HE LIKES ME. He likes me, AND here's the kicker, HE IS AVAILABLE. He actually makes time for me, calls to check on me, wants to share his life and himself with me. He is EVERYTHING I think I want, and I can feel myself holding back.
I don't know if I am holding back because I think he is too good to be true and I am waiting for him to introduce me to his cats or something, or I'm scared of getting hurt, or if I am still not (despite thinking I am and wanting to be) ready for a relationship. I think I need to stop thinking.
I am gonna stop thinking and go nap...Saturday afternoon naps on the couch with golf on the tv...ahhh, now that I KNOW I am ready for.
Had a date last night with Philly...a real date, not a nondate date. We got dressed up, I wore my purple shoes, we went out to a nice restaurant, ordered a bottle of wine, talked, laughed...it was great. I don't think we realized how cozy we were getting until the owner came over and said "look at you two, all steamy, you are fogging up my windows!" it wasn't ACTUALLY us that was doing it, little thing called humidity, but when she said it we both looked at each other wide eyed, and I for one thought "oh, huh...maybe so." Things are easy with him, easy and fun and nice...he is ridiculously good looking (he looks like Bradley Cooper and I think we all know how I feel about Bradley Cooper) he is smart, he is funny, and most importantly HE LIKES ME. He likes me, AND here's the kicker, HE IS AVAILABLE. He actually makes time for me, calls to check on me, wants to share his life and himself with me. He is EVERYTHING I think I want, and I can feel myself holding back.
I don't know if I am holding back because I think he is too good to be true and I am waiting for him to introduce me to his cats or something, or I'm scared of getting hurt, or if I am still not (despite thinking I am and wanting to be) ready for a relationship. I think I need to stop thinking.
I am gonna stop thinking and go nap...Saturday afternoon naps on the couch with golf on the tv...ahhh, now that I KNOW I am ready for.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
flyin' doesn't suck
It doesn't suck that we have men and women in our armed forces who go to work every day to ensure our freedom...a few of them enjoying another day at the office, all aviation related, just cuz...enjoy.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
fly
Today is National Aviation Day.
I love all things airplane and airplane related and am so glad I get an opportunity to work around them every day. Cheers to all those who fly...and all those who work on the ground who make it possible to fly...and since I don't have time to write today, an old post for you:
Thursday, April 16, 2009
fly girls
On this day in 1912, Harriet Quimby became the first woman to fly across the English Channel. Cheers! To all the female pilots who came before me, and all those flying now...you rock...btw Harriet Quimby was also the first licensed female pilot in the United States.
Hanging on the wall above my desk is a framed picture of Amelia Earhart and my solo shirt...I keep them there to inspire me...even though I never made it my career like I set out to, I am still proud that I got the certificate and learned how to fly. To this day, it reminds me that I can do most anything I want to, if I just decide to go for it, and choose to keep going when it gets tough. I had wanted to be a pilot for a long time, but was told by people who didn't know any better I couldn't. My gender and poor eyesight were given as reasons, and silly me didn't challenge. When I started working as a flight attendant I always got the question "Why did you want to be a flight attendant?" and my answer was always "Well, I wanted to be a pilot, but couldn't, so this was the next best thing." On my first trip with one particular Captain, we will call him Mcfly, I got this response "Well, it's not too late to be a pilot, you could learn how to fly now." He was the first person to ever say I could, and I actually believed him. A year later, after our airline went out of business and I wasn't able to find another FA job I wanted, he told me again, I should go to flight school, and I did. Not only did he instill in me the belief that I COULD do it, he helped me through...so Mcfly, wherever you are, thanks man, and cheers to you, for helping me along.
My daughter will live in a world where she will be able to be just about anything she wants to be without her gender being a factor in the decision, thanks, in part, to the following women, and the men in their lives who either inspired and encouraged or pissed off and challenged...and I, for one, can drink to that.
Amelia Earhart, the first woman to complete a solo transatlantic flight (1932) and the first person to fly solo from Hawaii to California (1935).
"Queen Bess" Bessie Coleman, an African-American woman, went to France in 1920 to become a pilot because she was refused the opportunity here in the states...she returned in 1921 with an international license and became a barnstormer.
Nancy Love and Jacqueline Cochran, who persuaded Gen. "Hap" Arnold to create the WASPs-Women Airforce Service Pilots...Cochran went on to become the first woman to break the sound barrier, in 1953, in a F-86 Sabre.The WASPs, the 1000 women who flew in WWII from 1942-1945. They flew mostly ferry and test flights for the Airforce, and one: Ann B. Carl, became the first woman to fly a jet in 1944.
Thanks ladies.
I love all things airplane and airplane related and am so glad I get an opportunity to work around them every day. Cheers to all those who fly...and all those who work on the ground who make it possible to fly...and since I don't have time to write today, an old post for you:
Thursday, April 16, 2009
fly girls
On this day in 1912, Harriet Quimby became the first woman to fly across the English Channel. Cheers! To all the female pilots who came before me, and all those flying now...you rock...btw Harriet Quimby was also the first licensed female pilot in the United States.
Hanging on the wall above my desk is a framed picture of Amelia Earhart and my solo shirt...I keep them there to inspire me...even though I never made it my career like I set out to, I am still proud that I got the certificate and learned how to fly. To this day, it reminds me that I can do most anything I want to, if I just decide to go for it, and choose to keep going when it gets tough. I had wanted to be a pilot for a long time, but was told by people who didn't know any better I couldn't. My gender and poor eyesight were given as reasons, and silly me didn't challenge. When I started working as a flight attendant I always got the question "Why did you want to be a flight attendant?" and my answer was always "Well, I wanted to be a pilot, but couldn't, so this was the next best thing." On my first trip with one particular Captain, we will call him Mcfly, I got this response "Well, it's not too late to be a pilot, you could learn how to fly now." He was the first person to ever say I could, and I actually believed him. A year later, after our airline went out of business and I wasn't able to find another FA job I wanted, he told me again, I should go to flight school, and I did. Not only did he instill in me the belief that I COULD do it, he helped me through...so Mcfly, wherever you are, thanks man, and cheers to you, for helping me along.
My daughter will live in a world where she will be able to be just about anything she wants to be without her gender being a factor in the decision, thanks, in part, to the following women, and the men in their lives who either inspired and encouraged or pissed off and challenged...and I, for one, can drink to that.
Amelia Earhart, the first woman to complete a solo transatlantic flight (1932) and the first person to fly solo from Hawaii to California (1935).
"Queen Bess" Bessie Coleman, an African-American woman, went to France in 1920 to become a pilot because she was refused the opportunity here in the states...she returned in 1921 with an international license and became a barnstormer.
Nancy Love and Jacqueline Cochran, who persuaded Gen. "Hap" Arnold to create the WASPs-Women Airforce Service Pilots...Cochran went on to become the first woman to break the sound barrier, in 1953, in a F-86 Sabre.The WASPs, the 1000 women who flew in WWII from 1942-1945. They flew mostly ferry and test flights for the Airforce, and one: Ann B. Carl, became the first woman to fly a jet in 1944.
Thanks ladies.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
santa
Santa Clause lives at the beach in his off season...Thursday is his laundry day.
Two weeks ago, on a Tuesday, after picking up the Pea from school, we headed toward the grocery store and while we were stopped at a light we saw an older man. I won't say homeless, because I don't know, but rather unkempt and walking along the side of the road in an area not conducive for afternoon strolling or an evening workout, he was wearing a red shirt, khaki pants, had a long full white beard and had thick wavy white hair. The Pea yelled, "Wook mommy, it's Santa!" and I, figuring what the hell, why tell her no, cuz for all I know it is (lots of northerners head here for the summer after all), reply "Yup, that's Santa" and don't give it another thought.
On Thursday, we were stopped at the same light and the Pea asked where Santa was. As I was explaining to her that his vacation was probably over and he was headed back to the north pole she exclaimed "Oh, THERE he is!" and sure enough...there he was, walking the same area, this time a green shirt, khaki pants, same full beard and white hair. Well, NOW we have to go in search of Santa every Tuesday and Thursday, and so far he has yet to disappoint. Last Tuesday, red shirt...last Thursday green. We even saw him this morning, much to our surprise, and he was wearing the red shirt. The Pea has even taken to telling me about him, and what he is doing, where he is going, and why the alternating red and green shirts (the red one gets dirty and goes in the wash so he has to wear the green one on laundry day). I wonder if any of the other people, in any of the other cars, noticed him, and if any of the kids thought they too were getting a sneak peak of Santa in the off season. I wonder if HE has any idea the joy and awe he has brought at least one little one.
I wonder if it really is Santa...and if so if I should stop and ask him why he didn't bring me that Snoopy Snow Cone Machine back in 1982.
Two weeks ago, on a Tuesday, after picking up the Pea from school, we headed toward the grocery store and while we were stopped at a light we saw an older man. I won't say homeless, because I don't know, but rather unkempt and walking along the side of the road in an area not conducive for afternoon strolling or an evening workout, he was wearing a red shirt, khaki pants, had a long full white beard and had thick wavy white hair. The Pea yelled, "Wook mommy, it's Santa!" and I, figuring what the hell, why tell her no, cuz for all I know it is (lots of northerners head here for the summer after all), reply "Yup, that's Santa" and don't give it another thought.
On Thursday, we were stopped at the same light and the Pea asked where Santa was. As I was explaining to her that his vacation was probably over and he was headed back to the north pole she exclaimed "Oh, THERE he is!" and sure enough...there he was, walking the same area, this time a green shirt, khaki pants, same full beard and white hair. Well, NOW we have to go in search of Santa every Tuesday and Thursday, and so far he has yet to disappoint. Last Tuesday, red shirt...last Thursday green. We even saw him this morning, much to our surprise, and he was wearing the red shirt. The Pea has even taken to telling me about him, and what he is doing, where he is going, and why the alternating red and green shirts (the red one gets dirty and goes in the wash so he has to wear the green one on laundry day). I wonder if any of the other people, in any of the other cars, noticed him, and if any of the kids thought they too were getting a sneak peak of Santa in the off season. I wonder if HE has any idea the joy and awe he has brought at least one little one.
I wonder if it really is Santa...and if so if I should stop and ask him why he didn't bring me that Snoopy Snow Cone Machine back in 1982.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
keepers
Well, yet another week went by without Sh*t That Doesn't S#ck, and now going on three days without writing...I am a slacker.
Ok, to start let me update...since I wrote last I had Matchdate(but not really a date) #5 and Matchdate #6. Matchdate #6 was a beautiful man (although not my type) with whom I shared an awesome meal...he was gracious and kind, a lovely person, I am glad to have met him, but there was no spark, on either side, and by the end of the meal we had run out of things to say. Matchdate(but not really a date) #5 on the other hand, just might turn into something. Still to early to say of course, but from here on out I will call him Philly.
So, Philly and I met for breakfast yesterday cuz he works a crazy schedule and that is what worked for both of us...we decided ahead of time it was not technically a date, cuz he would be going on 20 hours awake and I am not a morning person, and we wanted no pressure. We were gonna have a quick breakfast, and if it went well, then maybe plan a real date. WELLLL...five and a half hours later we decided we would definitely be seeing each other again. We have a ton in common and talking to him was easy. I was totally comfortable being myself (a complete dork) and we laughed the entire time. The spark wasn't as intense as with Coach, but maybe that is a good thing. He seems really interested in ME...he wants know more about me, and seems to want me to know HIM...he is open and available, at least for now, and I like that...so who knows.
OHHHHH, and guess what? Talked to John...he doesn't think I am crazy after all...he thought it was hilarious. Yeah, got an email basically sayin' it was ok to call him back, he wasn't mortified, and while it took some time to build up the courage, I did, and we talked for a few minutes. I just may have to meet him...any man that thinks I am hilarious, not awful, after hearing one of my cuss outs (and for the record it was way worse than I wrote about...I had to tone it down for the blog) is a keeper.
I think you are all caught up, and since I bagged on Thursday I will leave you with just a little something that doesn't suck...check it out...it is fantastic. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S7MuwPlOiNQ enjoy...and have a great weekend.
Ok, to start let me update...since I wrote last I had Matchdate(but not really a date) #5 and Matchdate #6. Matchdate #6 was a beautiful man (although not my type) with whom I shared an awesome meal...he was gracious and kind, a lovely person, I am glad to have met him, but there was no spark, on either side, and by the end of the meal we had run out of things to say. Matchdate(but not really a date) #5 on the other hand, just might turn into something. Still to early to say of course, but from here on out I will call him Philly.
So, Philly and I met for breakfast yesterday cuz he works a crazy schedule and that is what worked for both of us...we decided ahead of time it was not technically a date, cuz he would be going on 20 hours awake and I am not a morning person, and we wanted no pressure. We were gonna have a quick breakfast, and if it went well, then maybe plan a real date. WELLLL...five and a half hours later we decided we would definitely be seeing each other again. We have a ton in common and talking to him was easy. I was totally comfortable being myself (a complete dork) and we laughed the entire time. The spark wasn't as intense as with Coach, but maybe that is a good thing. He seems really interested in ME...he wants know more about me, and seems to want me to know HIM...he is open and available, at least for now, and I like that...so who knows.
OHHHHH, and guess what? Talked to John...he doesn't think I am crazy after all...he thought it was hilarious. Yeah, got an email basically sayin' it was ok to call him back, he wasn't mortified, and while it took some time to build up the courage, I did, and we talked for a few minutes. I just may have to meet him...any man that thinks I am hilarious, not awful, after hearing one of my cuss outs (and for the record it was way worse than I wrote about...I had to tone it down for the blog) is a keeper.
I think you are all caught up, and since I bagged on Thursday I will leave you with just a little something that doesn't suck...check it out...it is fantastic. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S7MuwPlOiNQ enjoy...and have a great weekend.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
heating up
Things are heating up...not only is it getting crazy hot here in NC, but my schedule is getting crazy outta control. I never got a chance to write over the weekend...thought I would be able to yesterday...nope...and today...well if you are reading it then I did manage to finish and post, but right now, as I write, I am doubtful if it will get there. There is so much to fill you in on...
I will start with the weekend. Went out with Matchdate #4 again on Saturday morning cuz I really liked him and was hoping for a spark. We had a lovely time, he is really great, and damnit, no dice. I am starting to wonder if I really DO want a boyfriend cuz I can't seem to manage a spark with the ones who would make good ones, and the ones who aren't available for one reason or another (shall I recap for you? already attached, leaving for Afghanistan, starting Fball season) I seem inexplicably drawn to.
Sunday, the Pea and I went to the beach with Dancergirl, Samantha, and their boys, and spent the entire day. By afternoon it was just the Pea and me, and we walked, collected shells, lolled in the sun, and relaxed. Sunday night was the usual chores and laundry...still waiting on that damn fairy godmother of mine to show...bitch is MIA.
Last night was fun...I was able to catch up and reconnect with JD, who has been out of town for the last few months and I got him up to speed on all things Match. I told him about Coach, Matchdate #3 (who I have started referring to as SkinnyAngryCatMan and WILL give y'all the scoop on cuz have realized the date makes for a pretty good story), and then signed on so he could check it out. With Booya to my left checking his own Match site and also DeMotivational Posters (I will have a link Thursday, hilarious), and JD to my right, overlooking my shoulder, we got busy checking out all my "matches" and educating JD. He was able to see for himself some of the crazy...which I am gonna do a whole post on one of these days...and also go through and "approve" the ones I am corresponding with.
So, one of the guys sent me an email basically saying "I don't do email, call me." At first I was like "Wha? You call me f*cker" but then, duh, realized he can't cuz he doesn't have my number, or hell for that matter, know my name. With JD and Booya pushing to call, I did, and now there is a guy named John, somewhere on the planet, who thinks I am CRAY-ZEE.
Voicemail: "Hi, this is John, not available to take your call, leave a message."
Me: "Hi John, this is K, from match...you said to call, so I am, was hoping we could chat [for the record, YES, I now realize that sounded stupid, but considering what came next, positive it doesn't much matter] but you must be busy...I will try and give you a call tomorrow night, hope you had a great day, gnite." I didn't leave my number, and blocked it from caller ID...hindsight: THANK GOD.
Me: to JD, upon coming downstairs to find him on my computer "winking" at random guys "STOP TOUCHING MY SHIT, F*CKER! I got voicemail, left a message...awww come on man, get off my stuff and move over."
Booya: "You better knock it off or she will kick you!"
JD: "Bitch, you crazy...better not"
Me: looking down at my phone and realizing it is STILL CONNECTED "oh no, I didn't hang up..." and THEN I hung up.
L.O.L.
Booya: "Nice..."
JD: "Yeah...I don't think you are ever gonna hear from him again."
Me: "Should I call him back?"
Booya & JD: "NO!"
Me: Calling back..."Hi, John, K again, sorry about the last half of that message, I realize you are now horrified [at which point I realize I am digging a bigger hole and need to just stop] take care."
I will not be AT ALL surprised if he "blocks" me from further contact.
If I ever do hear from him again, do you think I can blame it on heat stroke?
Friday, August 7, 2009
purple shoes
Today I bought a FABULOUS pair of shoes...I had some time to kill before Matchdate #4 and wanted to get some sandals to wear on the date. I was looking for something demure and simple...well I ended up with a pair of 5" PURPLE heels...they are ridunkulous, and awesome...I did not, however, wear them on the date. So, speaking of the date...and don't worry I will fill you in on #3 as well...great. Great time, great guy...I was relaxed, had fun, he is really cool. I see him as a fantastic match for me, but not a big spark...damnit. We talked about everything, and we have so much in common, but have had vastly different life experiences, so I could see teaching each other...he is smart and funny and cool, and we share a similar "life philosophy" plus he is a writer, which I find fascinating...I just wish there had been a bigger spark. He is my type physically so I'm not sure why not, but there is just no explaining chemistry, is there? I plan on seeing him again, and I suspect we will end up friends, but who knows. Matchdate #3...uhm, cool guy...too skinny. Hate to say it, I know that sounds shallow, but I like big guys.
I may be ready to just go back to having fun as a single girl...hangin with BOB, doin' my own thing. The ups and downs, the anticipation and rejection, the putting myself out there...I don't know how some women date for years...how they go out night after night with different people. I have faith that someone I find amazing will also find me amazing and I know I want to have someone in my life that is more than just a friend, more than just a lover, but I don't know if I want to put in the work to find him. I don't know if I want to face, over and over, the disappointment that is finding someone who is perfect on paper only to find you don't connect in real life, or worse...finding someone you DO connect with, only to realize they don't feel the same.
I wish finding that perfect man (and by perfect I mean perfectly flawed, real, and human, and willing to put up with my flawed, real, and human self...my fellow dorky snowflake) was as easy as finding a fabulous pair of shoes. Then again, finding a pair of fabulous shoes ISN'T that damn easy...oh sure it is easy to find pretty ones, and easy to find ones that fit but don't make you smile. Finding a pair that is both...that makes you smile, and stand up a little straighter, and feel confident, and sexy, and is comfortable at the same time...wait a minute, they are practically unheard of! And to think, a year ago I wouldn't have let myself buy those fabulous purple shoes, I would have talked myself out of such a frivolous purchase and left them there for someone else.
Hm, so maybe, just maybe, it IS as easy [near impossible but worth it] and I just have to let myself do it.
I may be ready to just go back to having fun as a single girl...hangin with BOB, doin' my own thing. The ups and downs, the anticipation and rejection, the putting myself out there...I don't know how some women date for years...how they go out night after night with different people. I have faith that someone I find amazing will also find me amazing and I know I want to have someone in my life that is more than just a friend, more than just a lover, but I don't know if I want to put in the work to find him. I don't know if I want to face, over and over, the disappointment that is finding someone who is perfect on paper only to find you don't connect in real life, or worse...finding someone you DO connect with, only to realize they don't feel the same.
I wish finding that perfect man (and by perfect I mean perfectly flawed, real, and human, and willing to put up with my flawed, real, and human self...my fellow dorky snowflake) was as easy as finding a fabulous pair of shoes. Then again, finding a pair of fabulous shoes ISN'T that damn easy...oh sure it is easy to find pretty ones, and easy to find ones that fit but don't make you smile. Finding a pair that is both...that makes you smile, and stand up a little straighter, and feel confident, and sexy, and is comfortable at the same time...wait a minute, they are practically unheard of! And to think, a year ago I wouldn't have let myself buy those fabulous purple shoes, I would have talked myself out of such a frivolous purchase and left them there for someone else.
Hm, so maybe, just maybe, it IS as easy [near impossible but worth it] and I just have to let myself do it.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
if today...
Yesterday one of my girlfriends lost her mother...two days ago her mom was healthy, and vibrant, and alive. It is a not so subtle reminder that life is precious, and fleeting, and short. I am not much in the mood for typing right now, and in no way in the mood to do my usual Thursday stuff that doesn't suck. I do, however, want to say once again: This is the day that the Lord hath made, let us rejoice and be glad in it. Psalm 118:24 You may not have tomorrow, your loved ones may not have tomorrow...stop planning, fretting, worrying, arguing, holding back, and holding grudges. STOP IT...and live, love, laugh...TODAY.
My best friend gave me the best advice
He said each day's a gift and not a given right
Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind
And try to take the path less traveled by
That first step you take is the longest stride
If today was your last day and tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last
Leave old pictures in the past?
Donate every dime you had, if today was your last day?
What if, what if, if today was your last day?
Against the grain should be a way of life
What's worth the price is always worth the fight
Every second counts 'cause there's no second try
So live like you're never living twice
Don't take the free ride in your own life
If today was your last day and tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past?
Donate every dime you had?
And would you call those friends you never see?
Reminisce old memories?
Would you forgive your enemies?
And would you find that one you're dreaming of?
Swear up and down to God above
That you'd finally fall in love if today was your last day?
If today was your last day
Would you make your mark by mending a broken heart?
You know it's never too late to shoot for the stars
Regardless of who you are
So do whatever it takes
Cause you can't rewind a moment in this life
Let nothing stand in your way
'Cause the hands of time are never on your side
If today was your last day and tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past?
Donate every dime you had?
And would you call those friends you never see?
Reminisce old memories?
Would you forgive your enemies?
And would you find that one you're dreaming of
Swear up and down to God above
That you'd finally fall in love if today was your last day?
My best friend gave me the best advice
He said each day's a gift and not a given right
Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind
And try to take the path less traveled by
That first step you take is the longest stride
If today was your last day and tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last
Leave old pictures in the past?
Donate every dime you had, if today was your last day?
What if, what if, if today was your last day?
Against the grain should be a way of life
What's worth the price is always worth the fight
Every second counts 'cause there's no second try
So live like you're never living twice
Don't take the free ride in your own life
If today was your last day and tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past?
Donate every dime you had?
And would you call those friends you never see?
Reminisce old memories?
Would you forgive your enemies?
And would you find that one you're dreaming of?
Swear up and down to God above
That you'd finally fall in love if today was your last day?
If today was your last day
Would you make your mark by mending a broken heart?
You know it's never too late to shoot for the stars
Regardless of who you are
So do whatever it takes
Cause you can't rewind a moment in this life
Let nothing stand in your way
'Cause the hands of time are never on your side
If today was your last day and tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past?
Donate every dime you had?
And would you call those friends you never see?
Reminisce old memories?
Would you forgive your enemies?
And would you find that one you're dreaming of
Swear up and down to God above
That you'd finally fall in love if today was your last day?
If Today Was Your Last Day
Nickelback
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
juggling
Ever walk into some one's house and just feel at home? Samantha had Dancergirl and me and our kids over last night and whether it was because her house is just comfortable or she is just open and welcoming, I don't know, but the Pea and I fell right into our surroundings and settled in. The kids all got along as if they have known each other forever and had anyone been looking from the outside in they would have never suspected that Samantha and I had just met. There was no awkwardness or feeling each other out...we instantly fell into talking about EVERYTHING and it was such a relief to find two women...TWO...who are enough like me to "get it" but different enough that we can all learn from each other and bring different things to the relationship.
Dancergirl and I are in very similar places in our singlehood...we have been away from the baby daddy long enough to know for sure we are done...have both had "the rebound" (and no, I haven't talked about him on the blog so you didn't miss anything) a few flirtations...and are ready to move on, but still scared of the whole dating scene. I convinced her to try Match and she signed up a few days ago, so I am sure we will be comparing notes soon. Samantha has been single awhile and has gotten to the stage where she is fully enjoying that singleness and is not scared at all...she had a lot of great advice for us. She is managing to balance being a mommy with being a woman, and enjoying life and men in the process.
While I was there all three of our phones were chirping like mad, and after each call a brief "that was (insert man name here)" and either blushing, rolling of the eyes, or a little smile...well that got us talking about the assorted men in our lives, and dating in general, and on and on and on, as us girls will do, when in the company of other girls and wine. I told them a bit about Coach, as well as my general uneasiness with "juggling" (which they heartily encouraged to GET OVER) and it occurred while I was leaving that HE was not one of the ones that called or texted. Now, we certainly aren't at that stage where we check in with each other all day, every day...and now that I am thinking about it, hope we NEVER are, cuz I had that in my marriage and felt like a tagged animal...BUT, it would have been nice to hear from him, even if just a goodnight text.
I woke up this morning thinking about him, and juggling, and Match, and Jill Conner Browne's advice regarding the 5 (I say 6 : http://crazyincarolina.blogspot.com/2008/10/amazing.html) men you need in your life, and truth is: I have all my needs met. I am pretty happy that I have a guy to talk to, a guy to fix things, etc. etc...worrying about whether or not Coach wants to be anything more than the guy I have great sex with is just silly considering I don't know if I even WANT him to be more than that. I mean, I THINK I do, but given that all I know for sure regarding our compatibility is that we both like football, beer, the beach, and acting like naughty monkeys, I dunno.
When/if Coach and I have "the talk" things will change, but for now I am just gonna roll with it, have some fun, go back to match and do a little flirting...I still don't think I can juggle multiple lovers, but I am always on the lookout for more men I can dance with and men I can talk to, and have YET to find me "a man who can pay for things."
Dancergirl and I are in very similar places in our singlehood...we have been away from the baby daddy long enough to know for sure we are done...have both had "the rebound" (and no, I haven't talked about him on the blog so you didn't miss anything) a few flirtations...and are ready to move on, but still scared of the whole dating scene. I convinced her to try Match and she signed up a few days ago, so I am sure we will be comparing notes soon. Samantha has been single awhile and has gotten to the stage where she is fully enjoying that singleness and is not scared at all...she had a lot of great advice for us. She is managing to balance being a mommy with being a woman, and enjoying life and men in the process.
While I was there all three of our phones were chirping like mad, and after each call a brief "that was (insert man name here)" and either blushing, rolling of the eyes, or a little smile...well that got us talking about the assorted men in our lives, and dating in general, and on and on and on, as us girls will do, when in the company of other girls and wine. I told them a bit about Coach, as well as my general uneasiness with "juggling" (which they heartily encouraged to GET OVER) and it occurred while I was leaving that HE was not one of the ones that called or texted. Now, we certainly aren't at that stage where we check in with each other all day, every day...and now that I am thinking about it, hope we NEVER are, cuz I had that in my marriage and felt like a tagged animal...BUT, it would have been nice to hear from him, even if just a goodnight text.
I woke up this morning thinking about him, and juggling, and Match, and Jill Conner Browne's advice regarding the 5 (I say 6 : http://crazyincarolina.blogspot.com/2008/10/amazing.html) men you need in your life, and truth is: I have all my needs met. I am pretty happy that I have a guy to talk to, a guy to fix things, etc. etc...worrying about whether or not Coach wants to be anything more than the guy I have great sex with is just silly considering I don't know if I even WANT him to be more than that. I mean, I THINK I do, but given that all I know for sure regarding our compatibility is that we both like football, beer, the beach, and acting like naughty monkeys, I dunno.
When/if Coach and I have "the talk" things will change, but for now I am just gonna roll with it, have some fun, go back to match and do a little flirting...I still don't think I can juggle multiple lovers, but I am always on the lookout for more men I can dance with and men I can talk to, and have YET to find me "a man who can pay for things."
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
new friends
Wow...I just got home from one of the best nights I have had in a long time. A while back I met the mommy of one of the kids in the Pea's school...she is also a single mommy, and we connected because we have a lot in common and I just like her...well she has a friend, who is also a single mommy, and we all 3 got together tonight. The kids played and we talked, and I tell ya...wow. Not only did I get a whole new perspective on a lot of things (and by that I mean men) but I realized that there is just no substitute for the friend that gets it. As great as all my boys are, as great as Gigi is, having someone who knows, who lives it every day, is just plain awesome. I want to welcome Samantha and Dancergirl to my circle. Ladies, thank you...thank you for letting me into your world, and for allowing me to drag you into mine...we are gonna have some fun, I can't wait.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
today
Baby Tarheel is back in the hospital...he will be ok, but any time a brand new baby is not 100% it is scary and NO fun. The Pea had a few minor things when she was new too, and I swear it was worse on me than her. She had to have a little surgery in her third week and I was a puddle on the floor...literally. I sat outside the operating room, on the floor, sobbing, and I KNEW she would be ok...she, on the other hand, was in happy far off drug induced sleepy land and none the wiser. I CANNOT imagine going through something serious, something potentially life threatening, or worse, terminal, with a child.
Sometimes I have a tendency, as we all do I think, do get into a funk. To start feeling sorry for myself because things aren't necessarily the way I would like them to be. I start lamenting in the "what ifs" and worryin about the "what could be" instead of just focusing on the today. I went on a little spring break journey awhile back and was the happiest I had been in a long time. I am not sure why I decided it was time to grow up and abandon the idea, but I did and that was just plain stoo-pid.
I am BACK on spring break.
In addition to finding out about Baby Tarheel, and letting myself sit with the reality that our health is precious and fleeting and at any given time could be compromised, I finished reading American Thighs this morning and in it the ever wise Jill Conner Browne imparted some wisdom that I want to share. She closed the laugh out loud riot of a book as she usually does, with a bit of seriousness, and NO, I am not blowing the book for any of you, it's not like a novel...these words you could read over and over:
Psalm 118:24 - "This is the day that the Lord hath made, let us rejoice and be glad in it."...Please take note that the verse says "THIS" is the day - meaning TODAY - the one we are in right now - it does NOT say YESTERDAY was the day - although He did make it but it no longer matters because it is O-VER. It does not say TOMORROW is the day - although, if tomorrow does, in fact, show up, it will be because the Lord made it, too - but so far He has not committed to it so that's a crapshoot - TODAY is what we got - it is ALL that we've got and it is enough. Be Thankful for it - and TRUST that whatever you need will be there for you.
No matter what you put your faith in you will find that you are called, exhorted, encouraged, and/or commanded to BE HERE NOW. So now I'm telling you that as well: you are FABULOUS, just as you are, right NOW, and you HAVE this wonderful day - so go freely forth, have fun - IT IS TOO LATE TO HAVE A BETTER PAST - what you do TODAY is all that matters.
To Gigi: I love you...I am thinking about you...Baby Tarheel is a lucky little man to have you...now try and get you some sleep!
Sometimes I have a tendency, as we all do I think, do get into a funk. To start feeling sorry for myself because things aren't necessarily the way I would like them to be. I start lamenting in the "what ifs" and worryin about the "what could be" instead of just focusing on the today. I went on a little spring break journey awhile back and was the happiest I had been in a long time. I am not sure why I decided it was time to grow up and abandon the idea, but I did and that was just plain stoo-pid.
I am BACK on spring break.
In addition to finding out about Baby Tarheel, and letting myself sit with the reality that our health is precious and fleeting and at any given time could be compromised, I finished reading American Thighs this morning and in it the ever wise Jill Conner Browne imparted some wisdom that I want to share. She closed the laugh out loud riot of a book as she usually does, with a bit of seriousness, and NO, I am not blowing the book for any of you, it's not like a novel...these words you could read over and over:
Psalm 118:24 - "This is the day that the Lord hath made, let us rejoice and be glad in it."...Please take note that the verse says "THIS" is the day - meaning TODAY - the one we are in right now - it does NOT say YESTERDAY was the day - although He did make it but it no longer matters because it is O-VER. It does not say TOMORROW is the day - although, if tomorrow does, in fact, show up, it will be because the Lord made it, too - but so far He has not committed to it so that's a crapshoot - TODAY is what we got - it is ALL that we've got and it is enough. Be Thankful for it - and TRUST that whatever you need will be there for you.
No matter what you put your faith in you will find that you are called, exhorted, encouraged, and/or commanded to BE HERE NOW. So now I'm telling you that as well: you are FABULOUS, just as you are, right NOW, and you HAVE this wonderful day - so go freely forth, have fun - IT IS TOO LATE TO HAVE A BETTER PAST - what you do TODAY is all that matters.
To Gigi: I love you...I am thinking about you...Baby Tarheel is a lucky little man to have you...now try and get you some sleep!
Saturday, August 1, 2009
man law
Since I forgot to do sh*t that doesn't s#ck this week I thought I would just share this instead, it is an email I got from one of my boys...guess he just wanted to remind me to quit acting like a girl and man up:
The International Council of Man Laws
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's car.(d) When in that moment of uncontrolled passion, she uses her teeth.
3: Any man who brings a camera to a stag night may be legally killed and beaten by his friends.
4: If you've known a guy for more than 24 hours, his sister is off limits forever unless you actually marry her.
5: Moaning about the brand of free beer in a man's fridge is forbidden. However complain at will if the temperature is unsuitable.
6: No man shall ever be required to buy a birthday present for another man. In fact, even remembering your friend's birthday is strictly optional. At that point, you must celebrate at a strip bar of the birthday boy's choice.
7: On a road trip, the strongest bladder determines pit stops, not the weakest.
8: When stumbling upon other men watching a sporting event, you may ask the score of the game in progress, but you may never ask who's playing.
9: You may fart 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 (commonly known as a Dutch oven), she's officially your girlfriend.
10: 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.
11: Only in situations of moral and/or physical peril are you allowed to kick another guy in the nuts.
12: Unless you're in prison, never fight naked.
13: Friends don't let friends wear Speedos. Ever. Issue closed.
14: If a man's fly is down, that's his problem, you didn't see anything.
15: 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.
16: A man in the company of a hot, suggestively dressed woman must remain sober enough to fight.
17: Never hesitate to reach for the last beer or the last slice of pizza, but not both, that's just greedy.
18: If you compliment a guy on his six-pack, you'd better be talking about his choice of beer.
19: Never join your girlfriend or wife in discussing a friend of yours, except if she's withholding sex pending your response.
20: 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.
21: 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.
22: 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 occurs about what a big mistake it was.
23: It is acceptable for you to drive her car. It is not acceptable for her to drive yours.
24: Thou shall not buy a car in the colors of brown, pink, lime green, orangeor sky blue.
25: 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 360. End of story.
26: There is no reason for guys to watch Ice Skating or Men's Gymnastics. Ever.
27: 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, 'areyou 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 yourwife square on the ass and having the balls to say, 'You're next fatty!'
I hope this clears up any confusion.
tee-hee
The International Council of Man Laws
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's car.(d) When in that moment of uncontrolled passion, she uses her teeth.
3: Any man who brings a camera to a stag night may be legally killed and beaten by his friends.
4: If you've known a guy for more than 24 hours, his sister is off limits forever unless you actually marry her.
5: Moaning about the brand of free beer in a man's fridge is forbidden. However complain at will if the temperature is unsuitable.
6: No man shall ever be required to buy a birthday present for another man. In fact, even remembering your friend's birthday is strictly optional. At that point, you must celebrate at a strip bar of the birthday boy's choice.
7: On a road trip, the strongest bladder determines pit stops, not the weakest.
8: When stumbling upon other men watching a sporting event, you may ask the score of the game in progress, but you may never ask who's playing.
9: You may fart 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 (commonly known as a Dutch oven), she's officially your girlfriend.
10: 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.
11: Only in situations of moral and/or physical peril are you allowed to kick another guy in the nuts.
12: Unless you're in prison, never fight naked.
13: Friends don't let friends wear Speedos. Ever. Issue closed.
14: If a man's fly is down, that's his problem, you didn't see anything.
15: 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.
16: A man in the company of a hot, suggestively dressed woman must remain sober enough to fight.
17: Never hesitate to reach for the last beer or the last slice of pizza, but not both, that's just greedy.
18: If you compliment a guy on his six-pack, you'd better be talking about his choice of beer.
19: Never join your girlfriend or wife in discussing a friend of yours, except if she's withholding sex pending your response.
20: 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.
21: 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.
22: 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 occurs about what a big mistake it was.
23: It is acceptable for you to drive her car. It is not acceptable for her to drive yours.
24: Thou shall not buy a car in the colors of brown, pink, lime green, orangeor sky blue.
25: 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 360. End of story.
26: There is no reason for guys to watch Ice Skating or Men's Gymnastics. Ever.
27: 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, 'areyou 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 yourwife square on the ass and having the balls to say, 'You're next fatty!'
I hope this clears up any confusion.
tee-hee
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