He's just not that into me!

Charlotte's line in Sex In The City is a good one. She asks Carrie "I'm nice aren't I?" Carrie answers "Yes, you are nice." Charlotte goes on with "I'm nice, I'm pretty, I'm smart, real smart. I'd make a great catch!" Carrie tells her that indeed, she would make a very great catch!

Okay, Okay. I get it. When he didn't get back with me after the two weeks he supposedly was busy and after he supposedly checked his schedule, he's just not that into me. But tell me, please, why he couldn't just step up to the plate, like a big boy, and just tell me that. I mean, really. What is up with guys (and I suppose gals too) who find it difficult to act like a grown up and tell the truth. Kindly, of course, but tell the truth none the less. Why is it really that hard to tell someone that the two of you really don't make a good match. I've done it before. I've even heard it before. After I've heard it, or read it in an e-mail, I will admit, I sometimes felt hurt, but free, none the less. There were no reasons for holding on to fantasies of what I thought could be. Fantasies are killers anyway. I prefer reality anyday to fantasy. Fantasies can be fun, but they just aren't real. There's such a let down after the realization that the fantasy that you've held onto so tightly for so long, just isn't going to come true. Especially if its about something other then winning the lotto when you don't even buy a ticket. I mean, come on, let's face it, we've all fantasized about winning the lotto and what we'd do with all that wonderful green stuff. But, how many have actually purchased a ticket? That kind of fantasy isn't based on the possibilty of reality. I bought a ticket maybe 3 times in my life. But that kind of fantasy I can handle. The one where I KNOW isn't going to come true. I don't fool myself that it is because I am fully aware that I didn't buy a ticket, and if I happen to have purchased one, I know the odds are against me. But the man fantasy, that's another story. Especially when he helps to fuel it. I meet a guy, who seems nice. We hit it off, have great conversations and he kisses me good night. Why wouldn't I think that he's interested, especially when he says "I'll call you" or "Let's get together again". Maybe there's a different language that men use that I just don't know. And what's with the kiss if he's not intending to call? It's not like a deep throat kind of kiss, so why even bother. Who really wants to exchange saliva with someone you're not interested in seeing again. Or worse yet, someone you aren't attracted to.

I'm nice, aren't I?

motherhood

I think in a previous post I had mentioned that I didn't think I would be a good single mom. Well, I'm no longer sure that's true. Cuz, you see, I am a single mom. My child is furry and has a tail. I have a cat who's a year old only she acts like a 3 year old human toddler. She's stubborn, has a mind of her own, gets into EVERYTHING, is a picky eater, doesn't pick up after herself, takes whatever she wants without asking...right now she's licking the yogurt off my spoon only I'm not done eating the yogurt yet and doesn't want to go to bed. She can be lovable and sweet when she wants to be. She can also be a pistol. She does the cutest things and sometimes she can really piss me off when she misbehaves. But she sure is cute!

More pics from Costa Rica

Showing off.

These are some of the pictures I took while in Costa Rica.





Manda at keepittoyourself.blogspot.com inspired me to post some of my pics. Thanks Manda!

I wanted you to see my jungle pet. This is not a monkey.

This was how I felt today, all day.

Playin hooky

I need a day off. And, I'm taking one tomorrow. Way kewl. What are my plans, you ask? Well, I'm glad you asked. First, I'll go get a blood test to check my cholesterol levels. Then I'll go meet my personal trainer and let him beat me up a little (whith my permission, of course.) Then I'll take my bicycle in to get it tuned up and to have handlebar ends put on. You see, the bike is about 3 weeks old and I've been taking these 30 mile rides every Sunday with a bicycle group and I'm finding all the kinks. I've got just a couple and hope to get them fixed before my next Sunday ride. And, finally I'll go to the bank to make a deposit. After that...who know's what I'll do. Maybe take a nap outside. I haven't done that in years.

The Sky Is Falling

Well, not really the sky, but the leaves are falling. And, since I'm short and most of the trees in my yard are very tall, it looks like the sky is falling when a leaf drops from the tree.

drunken fun

Okay, I had a little too much to drink. I'm feeling pretty good right now. I went out to dinner with my new neighbor. We had a blast tonight. I've got this refridgerator poetry, and after drinking 2 margarita's and a vodka martini, you can really make up some funny shit. We both stood in my kitchen staring at my fridge moving words around, making up stupid and sometimes, even profound sentences, and laughing our asses off (Oh, if only that were true. See, I've got a big ass and would love to be able to laugh it off!) at the funny ones. The profound ones got a "we should really come back tomorrow when we're sober so we can say, 'wow, did we really do that? How profound.'"
My neighbor moved to the block in April. I walked over to her house to welcome her to the neighborhood. After talking a minute we realized that we are the same age, grew up in the same neighborhood, graduated from the same high school in the same year. We didn't know eachother in high school. We didn't run in the same circles. I didn't really know anybody. I used to finish up my day after 6th hour, not 7th, so I could go to my work-study program. I didn't participate in after school activities, I wasn't in the band, I wasn't into sports, or drama, or smoking pot, or anyother after school activity. Therefore, I didn't really spend a lot of time getting to know my fellow students better. So...my neighbor and I didn't cross paths until now; 26 years later. And, we live an hour away from our home town and only 2 houses from eachother.
But, we know eachother now!

Earlier today I knew what I wanted to write about. But now I've forgotten. Funny how that goes. I seem to do that a lot lately. Could it be? Is it? Naw, it can't be! I'm too young for old-timers disease.

Summer Time, Summer Time, Sum, Sum, Summer Time

I have noticed that I have been thinking about the end of the summer. Well, mourning the end of summer, really. I look around me and see that the tomatoe's are ripened on the vines, the sunflowers are dying back, leaving the seeds, even some of the leaves on the trees are changing colors. I feel a sense of remorse about this summer's passing. I haven't done the things I wanted to do this summer.

Men, Men, Men, Men

Okay, so I have some more thoughts about men. (Now I'm really going to whine.} What I don't understand is the guy who says he is interested in having a relationship. He's ready to settle down, get married and have a family. (I've been out with quite a few of these guys.) So, we go out, appear to hit it off and the next thing you know there's no communication. Nada. Nothing. Not even a "thanks but no thanks". It seems as if the guy has just fallen off the face of the earth. I don't get it...................

I dont' think its that difficult to communicate something. Either a "wow, you're great and I'd really love to see you again" or a "wow, hey, I don't think we'd make a good fit, but good luck to you in your search." I could handle either one. Really!

And just when I was losing faith in this last guy, the guy I like a lot, he does a switcheroo and reappears. I guess I wasn't giving him enough credit. Perhaps I'm too impatient. I dunno. We'll have to see how things turn out. I know and understand that he is really busy with his work. He's got a really hectic and stressful job. I can understand and relate to that. Maybe I am just a bit more ready for working on a relationship then he is. I have to remember to move very cautiously and slowly. I know I can get carried away and anxious about wanting to be in a relationship. Cuz I would really like to be in the middle of one. Not at the end and not at the beginning. But, a young woman I know this evening told me that if I think he is mature enough to say something to me if he is not interested, then I should be patient cuz he will communicate with me either way. So...I was and wha la....

Carpe Diem.

In other words, seize the day. A friend pointed out to me yesterday that I was talking like a victim. I was telling her that I wouldn't be a good single mom. And therefore wasn't going to have a child as a single parent. I was bemoaning the fact that there isn't a good man in my life and complaining that my child bearing years are almost past. At some point in our conversation I shouted out "where are all the good men before my time is up"? She pointed out that I wasn't having a child because I was choosing not to, not because I don't think I'll be a good mom as a single person. At first I wanted to argue with her, tell her she was wrong. That I wasn't feeling like a victim, that I was a victim. That hit me. Like a ton of bricks. I was feeling like a victim. Those words didn't feel good to hear. Especially because they were coming out of my mouth.
It's true though. I do feel like a victim. (Listen to me whine.) I haven't been able to find a good, decent man. My sister would say I'm not trying as hard as I could. The problem is, I don't know where to meet these guys. I don't know where they hang out. I'm not into the bar scene. Who want's to meet a guy at the bar anyway. I work out of my house. And there aren't too many people, let alone, guys who come to my home office. I golf, but haven't met any guys on the course. I work out every morning at the gym and smile and flirt alot, but all those guys seem to really be into their workouts. One morning I even played dumb about how to use some of the weight machines. That didn't seem to catch anybody's attention. I even started going on these really long bike rides with the local bicycling group. I've taken courses at the local college. But nothing seems to work. I've even gone as far as begging my friends to fix me up with any of their single friends. They all say they wouldn't wish their single guy friends on their worst enemy. I don't get that. Then why are they friends with these guys they consider to be worse then their worst enemies? Does this make sense to you, cuz it doesn't to me.

A Hormonal Moment.

So, its 4o'clock in the morning, my time, and I'm wide awake. There's nothing in particular on my mind, I'm just wide awake. Sometimes this happens when I'm hormonal. I seem to get all this energy and don't know where to put it, especially when its the middle of the night. I suppose if I were at home I could clean my house, or pay some bills, or organize my underwear drawer, but I'm not so I won't. So, what am I going to do at this ghastly hour? No one else is up. (I'm visiting my sister and her husband, and like good, normal, non-hormonal folks, they are sound asleep.)

So, maybe a little rambling is in order...You know, my house is a mess. Mostly just my computer room. The room where I spend most of my time. The room where I spend hours in front of my computer. Doing all sorts of things...mentionable and unmentionable. Things like paying bills on line, paperwork for work, writing for work and fun, searching the internet for useful and non useful information. (Searching for non-useful information is one of those things I rate as non-mentionable, only I mentioned it so I must have changed its rating to mentionable. Go figure.)

When I think of the mess in this room, I have to wonder what the significance of it is at a deeper level. (Oops, here's where we should have that talk about the unconscious, but I don't wanna.) I've got papers strewn everywhich way, including loose. My desk is piled with junk. Not only papers, but rubber bands, golf tees and markers, receipts, screws, nails, tacks, sstamps, blank labels. (Now mind you, I've got all sorts of nice little shelves, plastic containers and etc. to put all these things neatly away, but I don't ever use them.) I've heard that ones house represents their unconscious. I don't even want to think about what that means for my unconscious if my house, and especially the room where I spend most of my time, is such a mess.

Kosher for Passover...NOT!

I just laughed and laughed when I saw this picture.

Inner Workings...........

So today we'll talk about the inner workings. We'll begin with a brief lesson on the unconscious.

Okay, forget the unconscious. Let's talk today about electric kitty litter boxes.

Littermaid

(Did I hear a groan?) I know, you think its a silly thing to be getting all worked up about. But let me tell you...the electric cat box that I have in my house rates right up there with Replay TV (for those of you who don't know about Replay, it's the same as Tivo, only I think, better!) Let me tell you about electric cat boxes. You never have to scoop again! That's it, plain and simple. NO MORE SCOOPING! You fill the box up to the designated line with litter, put the receptacle tray in its proper place, snap in the lid, plug it in and wha lah! There it goes...raking and scooping the cat mess into the receptacle and the lid keeps it from smelling. You do have to remember to replace the receptacle about once a week and keep the box filled with quality clumping litter.

What a nice thing.

When life gives you limes, make limeade.

These are my pics. Enjoy them, but please don't copy them.

Samual Adams Summer Ale is sumptuous.

So, what's on my mind this evening? Little children are wonderful. So full of life. I know twin 11 month old babies. They are the most lovable and alive people. I also know a 2 1/2 year old. She's incredibly bright. They are all so cuddly. I'm anxious for my sister and her husband to have children. I want to spoil them. I don't think that I will have children. My time is almost exhausted in that area and I don't want to be a single mom. I don't think I'd make a good one. I'm too selfish. I like my freedom and flexibility and I don't think I'd want to give it up for anybody. That leaves me feeling sorrowful. But, its my choice and I'm still sticking with it. Who knows what tomorrow will bring.

After the burn.............

Six feet under, or six feet on top. Doesn't matter does it?
Beautiful sunny day here in lovely Michigan. Hot and humid.

Waiting for the shuttle to land. Everything looks good though. Wow.

16 Marines dead from a single community. Too many deaths.

Price of gas is $2.55 here today. Wonder how much higher its going to go?

The Beginnings...............

What is up with blogging? Actually, I get it. Let's see if I can do it. I would love to say that writing is my passion, however, it is not. I'm not sure what my passion is at the moment. I did recently submit a children's story I wrote to a publisher. This is my third submission. The first rejection was painful. But the second was not and I don't expect the third, fourth or etc. to be either. I have also written an article that I submitted to a journal for publication. I received a note from the editor letting me know that if I rewrote it he would be happy to publish it. Funny thing is, he basically told me how to re-write it. I just haven't gotten myself to do it.

I just returned from golfing. I was trying a new stance and it seemed to work pretty well. I was more consistent with my shots. My score didn't improve that much, but my consistency did.