The Beginning of Yet Another Week

Today started out rainy and took forever to get to work. As usual I'm thrown into a number of things going on as soon as I walk into the office but all I wanted to do was check on Brico and Tish's weekend. I call it The Blogs of Our Lives, as these two bloggers have met online and started a sweet little romance. I finally get a chance to check and I go see what Brico has to say. I'm so confused… is he kidding? Is he serious? It doesn't seem the weekend has gone all that well. So I immediately go to Tish's to see what she has to say. Things Brico have said have been confirmed. Oh No! I'm concerned about this romance. Wait! I scroll down to find a great post by Tish including pictures. Ok there is hope for these two.

Whoa Whoa Whoa! What is this show? How to Get the Guy. Ok I will write during commercials.

So the rain went away and the sun came out and it stayed a little cool. A few of us walked at lunch and I can't tell you how much I love that. Well, there is one thing I don't like about our walk… The pits get a bit moist and the last thing I want is moist looking pits. I don't really mind if they are moist as long as no one can tell they are moist. e.g. my blouse wet at the pits.

How to Get the Guy: They send these women on mass dates and the best line so far is, "The freak is in the meek and you seem meek to me."

Anyhow, The sun is a sure sign I can pick up my bike today. WooHoo! I borrow Dad's truck and go get the bike. Just as I get in the truck, after getting the bike in the back, my cell phone rings. It's Thom! This is a bit ironic since I'm smack dab in the middle of his hometown (he is now living on the other side of the country). Thom is calling because he read Purging What Plagues Me and he feels bad for me and my lack of available friends. He tells me I can call him anytime to vent. That's really sweet but I hope that isn't pity I hear in your voice Thom. So Mini Red and I get back home and I ride the bike through the parking lot. I don't think I, let alone Mini Red, can wait until tomorrow for some bike riding.

How to Get the Guy: The Rules to get in the game are: eye contact (4 seconds), smile, invade personal space and when in doubt ask a question, e.g. "Do you have the time?"

So Mini Red and I rush back to the folks and get her bike. We race back home wipe down the bike pump up her tires, put on our sneakers and we went out for our first bike ride through my old neighborhood. We had so much fun.

At this point its 8pm and we still have a few errands to run. We get gas in the car and I decide to treat her to a Chipwich so we stop at the CVS. As I pull into the parking lot I see IT. I'm debating if I should point IT out to Mini Red. Hmmmmm?

Red: "Did you see that?"

Mini Red: "What?"

Red: "The dude in the half shirt and pink mini skirt."

Mini Red: "Where?"

Red: "On The bike smoking a cigarette."

I park the car and Mini Red is looking all around. I warn her to be careful when she looks as not to offend. We get out of the car as he rides his bike past us. The look on Mini Red's face is priceless because she has never seen such a thing.

CVS is out of Chipwiches and Mini Red wants to go to the 7-11 in the opposite direction of home. I ask for a good reason to go in that direction rather than the 7-11 on the way home. She says, "To see the guy in the skirt again!" But this isn't a good enough reason so we stop at the 7-11 closer to home and I let her run in on her own.

I watch her make the purchase and as she leaves the store I see this FREAK in the store CHECK OUT MY 11 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER!

THAT'S IT! She's going in a bubble for the rest of her life because this is giving me heart palpitations.

Woop Woop

I came across a wine tonight...

I'm gonna have to get me some Woop Woop.

Purging What Plagues Me

Since even before my past year of blogging I have enjoyed reading others blogs. It seems so many are sad, and they are usually brought across in a very eloquent way.

I've never wanted my blog to be sad. My nature is to take something that bothers me and bring it across in a funny way. I believe that everyone needs to vent, or rather purge the shit that plagues them. The problem is... to purge you need someone to hear it or it doesn't seem to do any good. Maybe we need someone to hear it because we want them to take it from us because they may be able to deal with it better? Is this the reasoning behind Catholics confessing their sins to a priest? I once heard a priest say that confessing to a priest is like a Scapegoat. The priest is the goat, which is rationalized by putting your sins on the goat and sending it, along with our sins, out into the desert to die with/for your sins as Jesus did.

I believe in making it funny so the lucky person on the receiving end of my purging could at least laugh. It's then that I realize it's rather funny and what the hell was I worried about in the first place.

So I am using my blog to purge what is plaguing me.

Red is not a happy camper lately. This weekend Mini Red was at her Dad's. I had happy hour with co-workers Friday night. The rest of the weekend… nothing. I just don't know what to do with myself. Most of my friends have small children. My friends at work often forget about me since I usually have Mini Red. Or in one case a friend at work was told she might not want to hang out with me because I might hinder her chances of meeting a guy. I have a hard time always reminding them when I am free and really don't want to be a pain or I guess a fifth wheel would best describe it. One friend did tell me he doesn't usually ask me because he doesn't want me to feel left out since I usually can't go.

I would love to meet a dude and have someone to spend time with but where the hell do you meet people? I could go shopping but I just spend money and there aren't any eligible bachelors shopping. One of my older friendships is failing. She never invites me over and I avoid calling her. The last time I spoke with her she told me all about what is going on in her life and said, "Well maybe I will have a chance to hear about you some other time. I have to go. Bye". Wow! And she wonders why we don't talk as much. I have another friend who says to feel free to vent with her because she does with me and is always asking us to come by. I often feel like such a mooch (her and her husband cook for Mini Red and I), plus I'm not going to meet anyone sitting on her couch. She tells me I'm not going to meet anyone sitting on my couch either so I should just come over. I've considered doing match.com again but there aren't many that interest me and I already attempted to contact a small portion of them when I was on there a year ago.

So as Mini Red grows older and I have more and more time on my hands. I am at a loss. I have always been a wife or a mother and now I'm trying to find interests of my own or people to hang out with. Where do I even begin to search?

Well, I'm off to purchase a bicycle. If anything else I can bike the paths in my free time and share them with Mini Red.