You know how most people have a pair of "lucky underwear?" Well, I have the opposite. It's uncanny- every time I wear this one pair of drawers, bad stuff goes down. After tonight I think I'm throwing them out, which is really a shame, because they're cute and comfortable.
I used to have a pair of pants my BFF nicknamed my "ditch-me pants." Because every time I wore them...I got ditched. Again- a shame. They were really cute (and comfy, because that's number one priority for me) white drawstring waist pants. But after being ditched more times than I care to recall, I had no choice but to pitch 'em. I may have very bad taste in men (BFF doesn't call me "shit magnet" for nothing...I've earned that nickname) but I've been stood up more than any girl should. It's a really good thing I have a sense of humor, because otherwise I'd be really bummed out.
Anyway...the unlucky undies. I wore them tonight, knowing I was taking a risk. I even silently told them "this is your chance to turn things around." Nope. Looks like I've got another pair of ditch-me pants, 'cause guess who got ditched tonight...this girl.
There's a guy I've known forever. On paper, we're perfect for each other. But for whatever reason, it's never gone there. Recently he asked me if I wanted to try taking things to the next level. After some hesitation, I said ok. We go out to dinner every so often anyway, and as it happens, we had dinner scheduled for this evening.
When I hadn't heard from him this afternoon, I texted him to see what was up. (Against my better judgement- usually I'm a stubborn jerk and won't contact a guy unless he contacts me. So if we have plans and he doesn't confirm sufficiently ahead of time, I make other plans. I believe it's called cutting off the nose to spite the face.) He said he wasn't feeling well and would have to cancel. And continued to text flirty banter. So by this evening he made a sudden recovery and wanted to do dinner, after all. I was at the mall (nursing my wounds- no better cure for a rough day than a shopping trip). I raced home to clean the house (which was a disaster) and get gussied up. I was out of the shower and about to start doing my makeup when the phone rang: he was having second thoughts.
To be honest, I felt a mixture of annoyance....and relief. I don't think I'm ready to go down that road, and clearly neither is he. But it added a lot of unnecessary aggravation. And the worst part was that I wasn't done shopping.
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Monday, August 22, 2011
Buggy blogging
I'm having some technical issues....I'm blogging from my iPad and my blogging app isn't working so great. So, to the two people reading this, sorry! I'm working on it.
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Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Close encounter...of the squirrel kind
To get to where I park my car every day, I have to climb up and down a steep, rickety flight of stairs. This week, I had company.
My former college roommate is afraid of squirrels, which I've always found wildly amusing. So, for birthdays, holidays, etc, I send her cards with squirrels on them, I post squirrel pics on her Facebook wall...you catch my drift.
Growing up in the boondocks, I should have known better. There's a reason squirrels are scary- they're MEAN! When I was in high school, we had squirrels in our garage. A mama squirrel built a nest and had babies up in the loft of the garage. One day mama squirrel got shut out of the garage, and the babies were stuck inside. That squirrel nearly chewed through the garage door. Of course my dad was out of town that week, so my mom called her brother to come take care of the situation. Uncle Ronnie chased the squirrels out of the loft with a hockey stick. One of them got left behind and made a flying leap to try to catch up with its siblings....and it landed on Uncle Ronnie's head.
This is what was going through my head during my trek up the staircase. The stairs scale a hill that's about 3-4 stories high, and the whole way this guy was staying just a few paces ahead of me:
When we reached the top of the stairs he had nowhere else to go, and I was nervous. I had to go through that trellis, and I was not going to risk having a squirrel jump on my head. I finally talked him down off the trellis...yes, literally- I talked to a squirrel.
When I got home, two guys were having a verbal altercation in the street in front of my house (driving related- I think one cut the other off?). As one guy was cursing at the other, I realized he had two little kids in the backseat. Klassy.
Then I went upstairs, and my kitchen looked and smelled like a barnyard animal had taken up residence...thanks Mac.
I may or may not have had chocolate cake for dinner.
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My former college roommate is afraid of squirrels, which I've always found wildly amusing. So, for birthdays, holidays, etc, I send her cards with squirrels on them, I post squirrel pics on her Facebook wall...you catch my drift.
Growing up in the boondocks, I should have known better. There's a reason squirrels are scary- they're MEAN! When I was in high school, we had squirrels in our garage. A mama squirrel built a nest and had babies up in the loft of the garage. One day mama squirrel got shut out of the garage, and the babies were stuck inside. That squirrel nearly chewed through the garage door. Of course my dad was out of town that week, so my mom called her brother to come take care of the situation. Uncle Ronnie chased the squirrels out of the loft with a hockey stick. One of them got left behind and made a flying leap to try to catch up with its siblings....and it landed on Uncle Ronnie's head.
This is what was going through my head during my trek up the staircase. The stairs scale a hill that's about 3-4 stories high, and the whole way this guy was staying just a few paces ahead of me:
When we reached the top of the stairs he had nowhere else to go, and I was nervous. I had to go through that trellis, and I was not going to risk having a squirrel jump on my head. I finally talked him down off the trellis...yes, literally- I talked to a squirrel.
When I got home, two guys were having a verbal altercation in the street in front of my house (driving related- I think one cut the other off?). As one guy was cursing at the other, I realized he had two little kids in the backseat. Klassy.
Then I went upstairs, and my kitchen looked and smelled like a barnyard animal had taken up residence...thanks Mac.
I may or may not have had chocolate cake for dinner.
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Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Here goes nothin'....
Slow day in the 'hood today...I stayed home sick from work. Mac of course was thrilled. He's been VERY good for the past couple days - just lounging near me, not getting into anything. Yesterday was a holiday in RI (formerly know as Victory Over Japan Day, now the more politically correct Victory Day) so a sick day today extended an already long weekend.
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