Ohh... hurry, hurry... click on this link right now and get your FREE tickets for 2 for your local Smithsonian Magazine museum. Put in your zip code or state and it will give you a list of participating Museums in your area. Both my local Art Museum and the Museum of Glass I've been dying to visit are accepting these tickets!
Saturday, September 24th you can get into one of your local museums for free, art, science and children museums included!
BLT is out of town and doesn't know that we have a date on Saturday!
Showing posts with label Fun Stuff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fun Stuff. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
Things you never want to see at the Goodwill
The other day Ethel and I were joking about things you just don't want to see for sale at the thrift store. It got me thinking of some of my recent bargain hunting trips and the truly odd, useless, and just yucky stuff you can find.
Sex Toys, Lube, Massage Oils and other adult play things - Really this is just self explainatory.
Lingerie - Scary, but we actually see this all the time. Like anyone wants used skivvies, just EWW.
BAAAAD Art - While it's true beauty is in the eye of the beholder, some stuff is just so ugly it's trash worthy, no way around it.
Dot matrix printers - yes I actually saw one. I mean who is going to use that?
Depends or Toiletries - these items aren't that expensive. I can't imagine buying half a bottle of lotion that's God only knows how old, or a package of six tampons. And used combs and hairbrushes? Another YUCK, thank you very much.
Mismatched shoes - yep, I was in a small, independantly owned thrift store once and they were selling bags of mis matched shoes. HUH? I mean, if I was one legged maybe that would be quite the bargain, but as I have been blessed with two feet I kind of like to wear shoes in a matched set!
Last, but not least... Yes I found this once...
Dentures. Yep... someone else's teeth. They were in a little box. I don't think whoever priced the box realized they were in there, because the dope fiends that price things at my local thrift stores would charge WAY more than the 2.99 they were asking for the box had they known there were some primo canines and molars inside. I mean, they ask five bucks for a shirt from Walmart that only cost six dollars brand new... teeth with some nice yellow staining have to be worth at least 10.00 right?
Sex Toys, Lube, Massage Oils and other adult play things - Really this is just self explainatory.
Lingerie - Scary, but we actually see this all the time. Like anyone wants used skivvies, just EWW.
BAAAAD Art - While it's true beauty is in the eye of the beholder, some stuff is just so ugly it's trash worthy, no way around it.
Dot matrix printers - yes I actually saw one. I mean who is going to use that?
Depends or Toiletries - these items aren't that expensive. I can't imagine buying half a bottle of lotion that's God only knows how old, or a package of six tampons. And used combs and hairbrushes? Another YUCK, thank you very much.
Mismatched shoes - yep, I was in a small, independantly owned thrift store once and they were selling bags of mis matched shoes. HUH? I mean, if I was one legged maybe that would be quite the bargain, but as I have been blessed with two feet I kind of like to wear shoes in a matched set!
Last, but not least... Yes I found this once...
Dentures. Yep... someone else's teeth. They were in a little box. I don't think whoever priced the box realized they were in there, because the dope fiends that price things at my local thrift stores would charge WAY more than the 2.99 they were asking for the box had they known there were some primo canines and molars inside. I mean, they ask five bucks for a shirt from Walmart that only cost six dollars brand new... teeth with some nice yellow staining have to be worth at least 10.00 right?
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Happy Birthday to Moi
Today is my birthday. I spent it getting my depo shot (a good thing), getting the day off work (no power, so a good and a bad thing), getting my shoulder looked at (painful, but good), and getting my tetanus and flu shots (bad, but for a good cause)
When I came home my children had cleaned the house.. LOVE IT. BLT had made...what else, BLT sandwiches for dinner. Chef made my favorite dark chocolate cup cakes with cream cheese frosting.
BLT also had a picture to show me. It's my gift - which won't arrive for another few days due to bad weather in my area. It's an adorable Pink and White vintage style Schwinn bicycle. He is also going to let me pick out my favorite helmet and a basket for the front of my bike. I'll be able to ride the couple of blocks to the market each day, and all around my sweet little town on sunny days :) BLT said he planned on getting the same bike, but in black and red once it's available this spring. Then we can ride around town together - I think that's sweet.
I admit I was surprised by the gift, it's sweet and wonderful and something I've wanted for several years. However I'll be honest, it wasn't what I thought he was going to give me.
He's made a big deal lately about wanting us to get married. He said I would never guess what he planned on giving me, and he made it a point to bring my daughter to help pick it out.... so I thought there might be something round and gold coming my way.
I know it was ridiculous. I know that he loves me. I know that we've only been together for a little over a year and living together for 6 months. And I know that deep down I'm a little disappointed.
It's silly... I'm in no hurry to get remarried. I'm happy with life as it is. But I also know that I love the idea of "forever" with him... someday. So I'm being an idiot, and I can't let on that I'm disappointed. The birthday gift he picked out is very "me" and I love it.
Thank you to all my face book friends for the birthday wishes. It was very sweet and much appreciated!
When I came home my children had cleaned the house.. LOVE IT. BLT had made...what else, BLT sandwiches for dinner. Chef made my favorite dark chocolate cup cakes with cream cheese frosting.
BLT also had a picture to show me. It's my gift - which won't arrive for another few days due to bad weather in my area. It's an adorable Pink and White vintage style Schwinn bicycle. He is also going to let me pick out my favorite helmet and a basket for the front of my bike. I'll be able to ride the couple of blocks to the market each day, and all around my sweet little town on sunny days :) BLT said he planned on getting the same bike, but in black and red once it's available this spring. Then we can ride around town together - I think that's sweet.
I admit I was surprised by the gift, it's sweet and wonderful and something I've wanted for several years. However I'll be honest, it wasn't what I thought he was going to give me.
He's made a big deal lately about wanting us to get married. He said I would never guess what he planned on giving me, and he made it a point to bring my daughter to help pick it out.... so I thought there might be something round and gold coming my way.
I know it was ridiculous. I know that he loves me. I know that we've only been together for a little over a year and living together for 6 months. And I know that deep down I'm a little disappointed.
It's silly... I'm in no hurry to get remarried. I'm happy with life as it is. But I also know that I love the idea of "forever" with him... someday. So I'm being an idiot, and I can't let on that I'm disappointed. The birthday gift he picked out is very "me" and I love it.
Thank you to all my face book friends for the birthday wishes. It was very sweet and much appreciated!
Thursday, October 28, 2010
I'm leavin' on a jet plane...
Well actually the kids and I are leaving on a jet plane. After talking with the kids' therapist it was decided that it would be good for the kids to have something to look forward to in March, rather than just focusing on the X's release. My goal is to replace an anxiety inducing event with one that brings about feelings of excitement and happiness.
Well there is no happier place on earth than Disneyland! So I emptied out my bank account and booked five airline tickets and a modest hotel that's close enough to the park entrance to walk.
The last thing I have to figure out is tickets to the park itself. My X's family always spends too much money on lavish gifts during the holidays. Toys we don't have room for, designer clothes I feel bad when the kids stain or tear. This year I'm going to ask for Disneyland tickets, gift certificates to the park, or cash in lieu of expensive gifts we don't have the room for.
I'm hoping they aren't offended, and they'll understand my reasoning and be willing to help out. If I can get help with the tickets that just leaves me four days worth of meals. Our hotel room has a small fridge - and breakfast is free. We'll bring water bottles and snacks into the park to keep costs down and just have lunch and dinner each day to worry about.
Cross your fingers for me that we figure this out. I think a mother / kid trip is exactly what my kids need. BLT is going to have to work - we can't both take time off so it's just me and kids. My undivided attention for four whole days of sun and fun in the Magic Kingdom is definitely something to get excited about.
Well there is no happier place on earth than Disneyland! So I emptied out my bank account and booked five airline tickets and a modest hotel that's close enough to the park entrance to walk.
The last thing I have to figure out is tickets to the park itself. My X's family always spends too much money on lavish gifts during the holidays. Toys we don't have room for, designer clothes I feel bad when the kids stain or tear. This year I'm going to ask for Disneyland tickets, gift certificates to the park, or cash in lieu of expensive gifts we don't have the room for.
I'm hoping they aren't offended, and they'll understand my reasoning and be willing to help out. If I can get help with the tickets that just leaves me four days worth of meals. Our hotel room has a small fridge - and breakfast is free. We'll bring water bottles and snacks into the park to keep costs down and just have lunch and dinner each day to worry about.
Cross your fingers for me that we figure this out. I think a mother / kid trip is exactly what my kids need. BLT is going to have to work - we can't both take time off so it's just me and kids. My undivided attention for four whole days of sun and fun in the Magic Kingdom is definitely something to get excited about.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
My Do Nothing Weekend
I've decided I'm doing nothing productive this weekend. I've spent every single day,even the weekends doing something ever since BLT moved in a couple months ago. We've done housework, yard work, gone into the office, hosted dinners, entertained family. We've babysat nieces, ran a thousand errands, taxied kids to hell and back, and I am completely, and totally exhausted.
I've been running on empty for days - forcing myself out of bed. Moving slow, feeling weak, and desperately in need of some extra sleep and relaxation.
So my yard that needs maintenance can wait.
My laundry can wait.
The removal of wallpaper, and repainting the bathroom can wait.
I'm not running anyone to the mall, the movies, to friends, or to the lake.
I'm not cleaning house, cooking elaborate meals, going out with friends, or going into work.
I'm going to lay here. I'm going to read my favorite blogs and decorating magazines. I'm going to take a long bath, and work up the energy to play Little Big Planet. I MAY decide to get dressed, but it's unlikely.
I'm not going to answer my phone, my email, or check my text message.
I think I'll start right now with a morning nap in the sun....
I've been running on empty for days - forcing myself out of bed. Moving slow, feeling weak, and desperately in need of some extra sleep and relaxation.
So my yard that needs maintenance can wait.
My laundry can wait.
The removal of wallpaper, and repainting the bathroom can wait.
I'm not running anyone to the mall, the movies, to friends, or to the lake.
I'm not cleaning house, cooking elaborate meals, going out with friends, or going into work.
I'm going to lay here. I'm going to read my favorite blogs and decorating magazines. I'm going to take a long bath, and work up the energy to play Little Big Planet. I MAY decide to get dressed, but it's unlikely.
I'm not going to answer my phone, my email, or check my text message.
I think I'll start right now with a morning nap in the sun....
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Our sexy, swanky weekend
I've been trying to think of something special to do for BLT. He is a musician, and a huge Sinatra fan, so when I heard Steve Tyrell was playing at Jazz Alley I knew I had to get tickets. His bio listed him as "a Grammy award winning, Sinatra-esque style" performer.
What a PERFECT evening. The music was amazing, and the venue so intimate and sexy it was impossible not to leave there feeling romantic. Dim lights, small tables set around the stage, amazing food and wines, impeccable service, and a cool jazz club vibe that lent itself to hushed conversation and long, knowing glances.
There wasn't a bad seat in the house, but we lucked out and got the best seats available in my opinion. We ended up center stage, four tables back from the stage. Not so close you had to crane your neck to watch, but close enough to feel like he was singing to you alone. There wasn't anything distracting or tacky going on either. Just a stage with a mic, a base player, guitarist, and a pianist on a baby grand piano. Intimate is really the only word to describe it.
We enjoyed our drinks and dinner before the show, then shared a decadent chocolate dessert during the performance. Afterwards we walked back to our hotel in the warm night air, taking our time and holding hands. Just sort of lingering in the moment. When we got back BLT gave me a special gift he picked out for me. Small, lovely ruby stud earrings. Nothing extravagant, it's not his style - but something beautiful and special that he picked out just for me. He knows me so well, and I adore them.
We spent the rest of the evening, and into the early morning hours loving each other, making promises and saying, with words and without, all the things we needed to say. We slept in late, walked to our favorite cafe for breakfast and headed back into town to get the kids.
I don't think I've ever had such an amazing weekend. It was everything I was hoping for, and I can't think of anyone I would rather have shared the experience with.
What a PERFECT evening. The music was amazing, and the venue so intimate and sexy it was impossible not to leave there feeling romantic. Dim lights, small tables set around the stage, amazing food and wines, impeccable service, and a cool jazz club vibe that lent itself to hushed conversation and long, knowing glances.
There wasn't a bad seat in the house, but we lucked out and got the best seats available in my opinion. We ended up center stage, four tables back from the stage. Not so close you had to crane your neck to watch, but close enough to feel like he was singing to you alone. There wasn't anything distracting or tacky going on either. Just a stage with a mic, a base player, guitarist, and a pianist on a baby grand piano. Intimate is really the only word to describe it.
We enjoyed our drinks and dinner before the show, then shared a decadent chocolate dessert during the performance. Afterwards we walked back to our hotel in the warm night air, taking our time and holding hands. Just sort of lingering in the moment. When we got back BLT gave me a special gift he picked out for me. Small, lovely ruby stud earrings. Nothing extravagant, it's not his style - but something beautiful and special that he picked out just for me. He knows me so well, and I adore them.
We spent the rest of the evening, and into the early morning hours loving each other, making promises and saying, with words and without, all the things we needed to say. We slept in late, walked to our favorite cafe for breakfast and headed back into town to get the kids.
I don't think I've ever had such an amazing weekend. It was everything I was hoping for, and I can't think of anyone I would rather have shared the experience with.
Monday, April 12, 2010
I was Ninja Kissed!
Seriously...kinda out of the blue a guy laid one on me. He was pretty cute, but WAY too young, as in "once I'm done playing with your nice young manly bits I'll tuck you in and read you a bed time story before I turn on the night light" kinda young.
Okay not THAT young...but at least 10 years younger than I am... I would estimate no more than about 23.
I went to the Roller Derby on Saturday. I know, I know, what great story doesn't start with the sentence, "so I'm at the roller derby..."? Anyway, there I am rooting for the Throttle Rockets, hehehe, and a group of three young guys asks if the seats next to me are available. My group shifts down and they sit.
They were fun, and the couple behind me from Australia was hysterical, and we're all drinking beer and having a good time. We decide to take some group photos and BAM, the before mentioned young cutie turns and plants one on me - tongue and all.
Shocked the shit out of me!
Then the funny stuff went down, lol. He looks at my left hand
Cutie: "I see you're not married"
Me: "most definitely NOT"
Cutie: "ahhh divorced...nice..."
At this point I decide to play with the poor dear just a bit... I know it's not nice....
Me: "my X is in jail for trying to shoot me in the head"
Cutie: "shit...when does he get out?"
Me: "next year".
Cutie: "oh, plenty of time for fun then!"
Me: "I suppose there could be"
At this point Cutie is looking at the pictures on my camera to see if they got one when he was planting the lip lock on me. He sees a photo of my kids.
Cutie: "you have KIDS?" (he eyes me up and down)
Me: "yep, I have four of them"
Cutie: " (GULP) uhhh...wow... guess we're done kissin' then..."
Me: "yes we are"
LMAO!!! a little bit later he scootched back over by me and said, "hey I would totally have asked you for your number, cause you're HOT, but uh... four kids...wow, I mean that's a lot of kids... "
I thanked him for the compliment and let him know the cute blond one row down and four seats over had been eyeing him all night, she was a much better bet. LOL....
About forty five minutes later Cutie was kicked out of the arena for being too loud and swearing (I'm not sure how that's possible at the Roller Derby of all places) and as he was leaving he's swearing a blue streak, removing his shirt, and waving it around like a total moron.
This is why I have an age requirement for all my playmates... lol... I prefer them a bit older and wiser thank you. I'm not interested in training, and even less so in mothering them, yuck.
That was absolutely a first for me. I have never had some unknown guy Ninja Kiss me out of the blue! I guess it does a girls ego good and all, but that poor kid had no chance in hell from the get go. My sweet, sexy BLT is all the MAN I need, and he's more than worth the wait. Sorry Cutie...better luck next time!
Okay not THAT young...but at least 10 years younger than I am... I would estimate no more than about 23.
I went to the Roller Derby on Saturday. I know, I know, what great story doesn't start with the sentence, "so I'm at the roller derby..."? Anyway, there I am rooting for the Throttle Rockets, hehehe, and a group of three young guys asks if the seats next to me are available. My group shifts down and they sit.
They were fun, and the couple behind me from Australia was hysterical, and we're all drinking beer and having a good time. We decide to take some group photos and BAM, the before mentioned young cutie turns and plants one on me - tongue and all.
Shocked the shit out of me!
Then the funny stuff went down, lol. He looks at my left hand
Cutie: "I see you're not married"
Me: "most definitely NOT"
Cutie: "ahhh divorced...nice..."
At this point I decide to play with the poor dear just a bit... I know it's not nice....
Me: "my X is in jail for trying to shoot me in the head"
Cutie: "shit...when does he get out?"
Me: "next year".
Cutie: "oh, plenty of time for fun then!"
Me: "I suppose there could be"
At this point Cutie is looking at the pictures on my camera to see if they got one when he was planting the lip lock on me. He sees a photo of my kids.
Cutie: "you have KIDS?" (he eyes me up and down)
Me: "yep, I have four of them"
Cutie: " (GULP) uhhh...wow... guess we're done kissin' then..."
Me: "yes we are"
LMAO!!! a little bit later he scootched back over by me and said, "hey I would totally have asked you for your number, cause you're HOT, but uh... four kids...wow, I mean that's a lot of kids... "
I thanked him for the compliment and let him know the cute blond one row down and four seats over had been eyeing him all night, she was a much better bet. LOL....
About forty five minutes later Cutie was kicked out of the arena for being too loud and swearing (I'm not sure how that's possible at the Roller Derby of all places) and as he was leaving he's swearing a blue streak, removing his shirt, and waving it around like a total moron.
This is why I have an age requirement for all my playmates... lol... I prefer them a bit older and wiser thank you. I'm not interested in training, and even less so in mothering them, yuck.
That was absolutely a first for me. I have never had some unknown guy Ninja Kiss me out of the blue! I guess it does a girls ego good and all, but that poor kid had no chance in hell from the get go. My sweet, sexy BLT is all the MAN I need, and he's more than worth the wait. Sorry Cutie...better luck next time!
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
The Introduction
It went very well, introducing BLT to my kids. I didn't really have any doubts, but I didn't know what to expect. Especially from Lady Bug. She was the most attached to the X before he had his little crazy episode and she's the most hurt by his absence.
Our plan was to go to the Wild Animal Park together... but the rainy weather put a kink in our plans. We went back to my house and played Clue. Then we played some video games with the kids, we all made dinner together, and we just hung out and talked.
The evening ended with me giving the little kids a bath while BLT hung out in the living room with the older kids. It was nice. It was low key. It was comfortable.
The youngest doesn't talk to strangers. She barely talks to people she knows, she's just a very shy and quiet kind of girl (nothing like her mother, I have to admit) well even she was chatting it up within an hour of meeting the BLT. She even asked to sit next to him at dinner. That's a big thing!
TNT was very sweet and friendly, gave him a hug before she went to bed. She said several times that she thinks he's nice.
So it went well as far as first introductions go. When I thanked him for being so kind to my girls he said, "they make it easy, they're sweet girls" I'm glad that he thinks so. It's kind of important that all my favorite people can get along.
Our plan was to go to the Wild Animal Park together... but the rainy weather put a kink in our plans. We went back to my house and played Clue. Then we played some video games with the kids, we all made dinner together, and we just hung out and talked.
The evening ended with me giving the little kids a bath while BLT hung out in the living room with the older kids. It was nice. It was low key. It was comfortable.
The youngest doesn't talk to strangers. She barely talks to people she knows, she's just a very shy and quiet kind of girl (nothing like her mother, I have to admit) well even she was chatting it up within an hour of meeting the BLT. She even asked to sit next to him at dinner. That's a big thing!
TNT was very sweet and friendly, gave him a hug before she went to bed. She said several times that she thinks he's nice.
So it went well as far as first introductions go. When I thanked him for being so kind to my girls he said, "they make it easy, they're sweet girls" I'm glad that he thinks so. It's kind of important that all my favorite people can get along.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Kids and Movies
I took the kids to the movies... and now I remember why it's been months since I did that last.
Between getting up 12 times to take someone to the restroom, and having to sell blood to afford the snacks it's just not that fun an evening!
Poor Monkey Pants - my 5 year old - fell fast asleep in my lap and I got to lug 50 lbs of dead weight back to the car. At least I got my strength training in for the day!
Between getting up 12 times to take someone to the restroom, and having to sell blood to afford the snacks it's just not that fun an evening!
Poor Monkey Pants - my 5 year old - fell fast asleep in my lap and I got to lug 50 lbs of dead weight back to the car. At least I got my strength training in for the day!
Saturday, March 20, 2010
The Final Countdown....
Do you have that song stuck in your head yet? Sorry about that...
Well Thursday is the big day. My BLT will be here Thursday evening for five whole days. Sadly it's the longest block of time we've had all alone. I'm so looking forward to it.
I'll also be introducing my BLT to the kids for the first time. We've been seeing each other since last summer, and I'm not going to let the fact that the divorce papers aren't signed yet keep me from moving forward with my life.
I love him, he loves me, he knows I'm a package deal - hell if I were fast food I would be the super sized, jumbo lunch! I mean four kids and two dogs is quite the family to jump into the middle of.
He's not looking to be anyone's daddy. His parents were divorced, and he had an excellent example in his stepmother. When his dad and stepmom got together he suddenly got three siblings, and he's fully aware of the ups and downs headed his way if we decide to stay together.
But right now, he's a big part of my life. I want my children to know who I'm with when I they visit their auties or grandparents and I go away for the weekend. I don't want them to feel like I'm ashamed or keeping secrets - because I'm not.
Final countdown until BLT gets here is 5 days. I need to get my house in order, clean out my car (because the odor of sweaty kid's socks and french fries is not sexy and I want to spare him that when I pick him up from the airport!) Wash all my bedding, pick out what I'll wear to pick him up in, get the yard tidied up and all the toys under control, bikini wax, pedicure, give the dogs a bath, wash the slip-covers on the furniture, hit the market for something yummy to cook him for dinners, pack up the kids stuff and make sure they're ready to go to their aunties for the majority of the time he's in town, and order tickets to the comedy club we want to go to.
So far I have managed to book a hotel downtown for us for two of those nights so he can see the city and we don't have a 2 hour drive back to my place. I've also searched high and low and managed to find his favorite beer, and it's chilling in my fridge. I'm such a nice girlfriend huh? :)
Whew... wish me luck! I figure if I'm busy I won't have time to be too nervous. Not sure I'm right, but hey, it's a theory I can work with.
Well Thursday is the big day. My BLT will be here Thursday evening for five whole days. Sadly it's the longest block of time we've had all alone. I'm so looking forward to it.
I'll also be introducing my BLT to the kids for the first time. We've been seeing each other since last summer, and I'm not going to let the fact that the divorce papers aren't signed yet keep me from moving forward with my life.
I love him, he loves me, he knows I'm a package deal - hell if I were fast food I would be the super sized, jumbo lunch! I mean four kids and two dogs is quite the family to jump into the middle of.
He's not looking to be anyone's daddy. His parents were divorced, and he had an excellent example in his stepmother. When his dad and stepmom got together he suddenly got three siblings, and he's fully aware of the ups and downs headed his way if we decide to stay together.
But right now, he's a big part of my life. I want my children to know who I'm with when I they visit their auties or grandparents and I go away for the weekend. I don't want them to feel like I'm ashamed or keeping secrets - because I'm not.
Final countdown until BLT gets here is 5 days. I need to get my house in order, clean out my car (because the odor of sweaty kid's socks and french fries is not sexy and I want to spare him that when I pick him up from the airport!) Wash all my bedding, pick out what I'll wear to pick him up in, get the yard tidied up and all the toys under control, bikini wax, pedicure, give the dogs a bath, wash the slip-covers on the furniture, hit the market for something yummy to cook him for dinners, pack up the kids stuff and make sure they're ready to go to their aunties for the majority of the time he's in town, and order tickets to the comedy club we want to go to.
So far I have managed to book a hotel downtown for us for two of those nights so he can see the city and we don't have a 2 hour drive back to my place. I've also searched high and low and managed to find his favorite beer, and it's chilling in my fridge. I'm such a nice girlfriend huh? :)
Whew... wish me luck! I figure if I'm busy I won't have time to be too nervous. Not sure I'm right, but hey, it's a theory I can work with.
Monday, March 1, 2010
They Love Me In That Town!
I went out with friends on Saturday night, and I won't lie - It was a total ego boost. Per the request (more of a mild demand actually) from my friend who was hosting this little shin-dig I wore my sassy leather pants.
I am normally not the girl that gets noticed in bars. Well I get looks now and then. I'm quite tall for a girl so I'm not exactly inconspicuous if you know what I mean. But even then, I NEVER, not once, not ever, have I been asked out - given anyone's number - hit on... nothing. I'm not that girl. I give off some kind of vibe that says "do not disturb" and I don't even do it on purpose. I've always thought myself to be friendly and I'm talkative.
In fact a couple weeks ago my BFF Ethel and I were discussing this and some guy standing near by says to Ethel, "your friend there is all business, she ain't interested in nobody up in this place!" lol... so I guess it's obvious I'm unavailable.
That being said... I got some very nice attention from a couple total hotties on Saturday night! And not in that gross, leering, now I feel like I need to shower way. One guy walks past me and said, "man, you look just like Winnie Cooper!" and when I asked if it was a good thing he mumbled and walked off. Okay...whatever... lol.
About 20 min. later I'm in the ladies room and this girl keeps looking at me. Finally I say hi and smile and she says, "My friend thinks you are the most beautiful woman in this bar, he can't stop talking about how much you look like Winnie Cooper!!" I told her, "oh yes, we met!" lol... so I guess it is a good thing in his book.
Later that night two guys passed behind me, one says, "mmm....very nice" and his friend taps me on the shoulder and said, "oh ya, I agree!" I got the fist bump from Ethel on that one. Two more cuties!
A few more nice comments from ladies in the bar even - telling me things like, "wow, you're just SO PRETTY!"
I don't know if it was the leather pants, a really good hair day, or maybe they just dig long legged brunettes in that town. It's Ethel's opinion that I'm happy and I was throwing off "fun, happy girl vibes" that gained me so much attention that night. But whatever it was, I can't lie. Damn it felt good!
I spent the weekend walking a little taller, smiling a little more. The auto show I worked that weekend was successful, and I feel great about my job.
I'm just in a happy place at the moment. I'm going to sit back and enjoy it for as long as possible. In one month I get my BLT for a week. I'm just going to think about that the next time I can't find something to be happy about!
I am normally not the girl that gets noticed in bars. Well I get looks now and then. I'm quite tall for a girl so I'm not exactly inconspicuous if you know what I mean. But even then, I NEVER, not once, not ever, have I been asked out - given anyone's number - hit on... nothing. I'm not that girl. I give off some kind of vibe that says "do not disturb" and I don't even do it on purpose. I've always thought myself to be friendly and I'm talkative.
In fact a couple weeks ago my BFF Ethel and I were discussing this and some guy standing near by says to Ethel, "your friend there is all business, she ain't interested in nobody up in this place!" lol... so I guess it's obvious I'm unavailable.
That being said... I got some very nice attention from a couple total hotties on Saturday night! And not in that gross, leering, now I feel like I need to shower way. One guy walks past me and said, "man, you look just like Winnie Cooper!" and when I asked if it was a good thing he mumbled and walked off. Okay...whatever... lol.
About 20 min. later I'm in the ladies room and this girl keeps looking at me. Finally I say hi and smile and she says, "My friend thinks you are the most beautiful woman in this bar, he can't stop talking about how much you look like Winnie Cooper!!" I told her, "oh yes, we met!" lol... so I guess it is a good thing in his book.
Later that night two guys passed behind me, one says, "mmm....very nice" and his friend taps me on the shoulder and said, "oh ya, I agree!" I got the fist bump from Ethel on that one. Two more cuties!
A few more nice comments from ladies in the bar even - telling me things like, "wow, you're just SO PRETTY!"
I don't know if it was the leather pants, a really good hair day, or maybe they just dig long legged brunettes in that town. It's Ethel's opinion that I'm happy and I was throwing off "fun, happy girl vibes" that gained me so much attention that night. But whatever it was, I can't lie. Damn it felt good!
I spent the weekend walking a little taller, smiling a little more. The auto show I worked that weekend was successful, and I feel great about my job.
I'm just in a happy place at the moment. I'm going to sit back and enjoy it for as long as possible. In one month I get my BLT for a week. I'm just going to think about that the next time I can't find something to be happy about!
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
And the crazy keeps on coming...
My neighbor is insane. A crazy boy child in a hairy man's body. Whenever he feels we are being too loud he resorts to pounding on the walls and stomping loudly up and down the hallway. Nuts-0 huh?
He also likes to wash and dry what sounds like landscape pavers after 11 pm at night. The same man that will curse at me and my children for watching TV at 9:3o pm on a Saturday night sees nothing wrong with doing laundry in the wee hours of the morning or singing to the Eagles at the top of his lungs. Now I have nothing against the Eagles... but really... at midnight?
We share a wall, I live in a duplex, there is going to be some cross over noise, I get that. I've never called the landlord and complained when Hillbilly Deluxe and his lady friend with tres' chic mullet start screaming at each other, or when they wash their little midnight load of rocks and gym socks, or when they park in my spot in front of my house. But I'll be damned if I'm going to let his rock-a-billy girlfiend (and I use the term "girl" lightly here...she's about fiftey years old) call my kids, "little f-ing brats" and scream at me.
We had another run in recently. I was taking my holiday decorations to the garage last night, and she's there, doing god knows what and she says, "what are you doing NOW?" in this pissy tone. I just smiled and told her I was looking for the kids drum and trumpets"
Maybe that'll give her something to worry about for a day or two.
He also likes to wash and dry what sounds like landscape pavers after 11 pm at night. The same man that will curse at me and my children for watching TV at 9:3o pm on a Saturday night sees nothing wrong with doing laundry in the wee hours of the morning or singing to the Eagles at the top of his lungs. Now I have nothing against the Eagles... but really... at midnight?
We share a wall, I live in a duplex, there is going to be some cross over noise, I get that. I've never called the landlord and complained when Hillbilly Deluxe and his lady friend with tres' chic mullet start screaming at each other, or when they wash their little midnight load of rocks and gym socks, or when they park in my spot in front of my house. But I'll be damned if I'm going to let his rock-a-billy girlfiend (and I use the term "girl" lightly here...she's about fiftey years old) call my kids, "little f-ing brats" and scream at me.
We had another run in recently. I was taking my holiday decorations to the garage last night, and she's there, doing god knows what and she says, "what are you doing NOW?" in this pissy tone. I just smiled and told her I was looking for the kids drum and trumpets"
Maybe that'll give her something to worry about for a day or two.
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