Friday, December 30, 2005

Isn't it Ironic?

On September 30th I read a book called Extreme Exposure by Pamela Clare. At the time, I fell head over heels in love with the hero of the book. His name is Reese Sherridan and he's a U.S. Senator. I've never had a thing for Senator's in the past, but Reese was different.

Here's the blurb:

Meet Kara McMillan, single mother, investigative reporter, and romantic cynic. Inspired by three margaritas on a Friday night, Kara throws caution to the winds in a chance encounter with Senator Reese Sheridan at the skankiest bar in Denver. Their passionate affair starts quickly, even as Kara begins an investigation into a major environmental scandal, aided by a mysterious whistle-blower. Just as Kara begins to open up her heart, her discoveries prompt anonymous threats to her life and that of her young son, Connor. The suspense mounts as Kara is whisked away to a remote safe house that turns out to be anything but.

The storyline of the book was pretty good, and the sex scenes were steamy, but overall it was just an OK read. The hero is what captured me from the first. He was very male, but sweet at the same time.

Anyway, I emailed 2 of my best friends about it immediately, gushing over the hero and quoting the book to them in the hopes that they would read it. Here's my favorite.

"I think you need someone in your life you can depend on, someone you can confide in when things go to hell at work, someone to massage your tired feet and your stiff shoulders, someone to bring you tea and cook a meal for you once in awhile. Someone to be there for you."
"Are you saying I need a wife."
"You need a man, Kara. A man you can open up to. A man whose passion for life matches yours. A man who grabs your hair in big fistfuls and twists and pulls it when he's fucking you. A man willing to walk the wire for you."

I then proceeded to tell my friends how I wished I could find a man just like that. Someone willing to cook for me when I was tired, listen to me when I needed to vent, confide in when I needed to and fuck me like there was no tomorrow. Side Note: I'd been three years without an orgasm at this point, so I'm sure you can forgive my crassness.

They expressed they're equal desires in finding a man like that.

So, as I was packing games for my children today to take with me to MM's house, I realized that I had found a man like this. He's cooking for us this evening. I can tell him anything. He laughs at my jokes and hugs me when I need it. I won't go into the bedroom area here, but suffice it say that things are well covered in that area as well.

How ironic that the man I'd been dreaming of is the man I'm with now.

Will wonders never cease?

Best Friends

I've referenced my friends several times in previous blogs, but I wanted to take a moment and publically acknowledge them here. I think too often we take for granted our friendships and we need to take time out of our busy lives once in awhile to tell them how we feel.

Below is a copy of an email I recently received.

I have to say, this is certainly the truth. Or it is for me and my friends, in any case. So here's to you, all of my lovely friends. You all know who you are. Thank you for being there when I need to vent and rant and rave. When I need to cry and scream and shout. When I need to laugh and joke and play. And especially when I need to gush about the newest pair of shoes I bought.

When I was little, I used to believe
in the concept of one best friend,
and then I started to become a woman.
And then I found out that if you allow your heart
to open up, God would show you the best in many friends.

One friend is needed when you're
going through things with your man.

Another friend is needed when you're
going through things with your mom.

Another when you want to shop,
share, heal, hurt, joke, or just be.

One friend will say let's pray together, another
let's cry together, another let's fight together,
another let's walk away together.

One friend will meet your spiritual
need, another your shoe fetish, another
your love for movies, another will be with
you in your season of confusion, another will be
your clarifier, another the wind beneath your wings.

But whatever their assignment in your life,
on whatever the occasion, on whatever the day,
or wherever you need them to meet you with their gym shoes on and hair pulled back, or to hold you back from making a complete fool of yourself ... those are your best friends.

It may all be wrapped up in one woman,
but for many it's wrapped up in several...
one from 7th grade, one from high school, several
from the college years, a couple from old jobs,
several from church, on some days your mother,
on some days your neighbor, on others your sisters,
and on some days your daughters.

Women's Handbook

It has come to my attention recently (love you my favorite Jersey Girl) that some women aren't aware of the basic facts of life (no, gutter girl, I'm not talking about S E X here) that every woman needs to know to survive in this world.

So I've decided to create a handbook here for all of those less fortunate. Feel free to reference this at any time...and to add your thoughts and comments at will.

Please Note: This handbook is a reflection of this author's thoughts and opinions only. Each and every woman is unique in her thoughts, ideals, body type and overall personality (thank goodness) and so may not agree with everything posted here. This is a fine and wonderful thing. Please don't get offened.

Let's begin with the physical, shall we? Because most woman (even the ones who refuse to admit it aloud) are shallow creatures. Appearances matter to us, right?

Side Note: These are in no particular order. I'm just writing them out as I think of them...

1) CFM (Come Fuck Me) boots. CFM boots are great for a night out with the girls, a first date with a hot man, or a special occasion with the love of your life. These boots generally ensure a "sure thing". They're generally pointy-toed, but don't have to be if the heel is three inches or higher. Some are ankle boots in patent leather. Others are calf or thigh high.
CFM boots are generally black, but have been known to come in other colors as well. Brown is the most popular.

2) Mascara. Mascara is a cosmetic used to color your eyelashes. In this author's not-so-humble opinion, Mascara is the key to great makeup. It brings out the eyes. Mascara comes in all different colors, from the basic black and brown, to the outrageous purple and green. Depending on your eye color and the outfit you've chosen to wear, you can use just about any color. Green mascara is great for bringing out the green in hazel eyes. The same goes for blue. Contrary to popular belief, a woman's mouth does not have to be open to apply said cosmetic. Believe me, I know.

3) Spandex. Spandex is a privilege, not a right. If you have excess fat or cellulite, don't wear it. Either on the top or the bottom. If it rolls or bulges, leave the Spanex on the rack and move on. As a sub-category to Spandex, I'm adding Just Because It Comes in Your Size DOES NOT Mean You Should Buy It. You know who you are, ladies...

4) Lip Liner. Lip Liner is a cosmetic used to outline your lips, giving them definition and added fullness. Lip liner can be a wonderful tool for those of us with thin lips as well as the ones with full, pouty, kissable lips. However, lip liner, unfortunately, can also be abused. Lip liner should be applied to the edge of the lips, not outside of them. Hence the name, LIP liner. If at anytime the liner touches the skin outside of your lips, a flag should be thrown and your lip liner priviledges should be revoked. No one wants to look like a clown. And if your best friend tells you it looks great, she's lying.
In addition, your lip liner should be a varying shade of the lipstick you chose. For Example: If you're wearing Raspberry Red lipstick, your lip liner should be a darker shade of red.
Blending is also important when applying lip liner. The outer (lip liner) color should be defined, but subtly blended with the inner (lipstick) color.

5) Shoes. *stands up and smiles* Hi. I'm Holly and I'm a shoeaholic. *class echos* Hi Holly. I admit it. I'm a card carrying member of the shoeaholic club. There's no greater satisfaction in life than finding a super cute pair of shoes. Unless, of course, you find said shoes on clearance. Therefore, I'm adding to the handbook this helpful rule: It's always ok to buy shoes. No matter what.

Alright, let's move on now to personality. I'm sure as things come to me I'll be updating this list, but those are the basics for now.

1) Lying. Lying is a natural and acceptable part of life. Personally, I believe in telling the truth most of the time, but even I, queen of the truth, tell the everyday little white lies. My friend Dee says there are three times when it's acceptable to lie: 1) When the person you're lying to is ugly. 2) When you don't like the person. 3) When you don't know the person. However, I disagree. It's compltely acceptable to lie to spare someone's feelings or to protect your own. I could go into this more, but we'll save that for another blog.

2) Clinging. Every man likes a woman to cling just a little bit. Unfortunately, too often women don't know where to draw the line. If he wants to go out with his boys, let him. If he wants to ogle Angelina Jolie, so what? It isn't a reflection on you as a person, but on him as a member of the simpler sex. No man wants a woman that's too independant, however. Being able to lean on him just a bit, or showing a tad bit of jealously now and then is actually good for their ego's.

I don't have anymore time today, but I will be back to add more to this list as time goes on. As I said, feel free to share your comments or opinions. If you have another topic to add I'm always happy to accomodate.

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

My Psycho Neighbor

My neighbor, K, is one of my best friends. We're more like family than anything else. Her kids play with mine and we're always in and out of each others houses. Her house is like my second home and vice verse.

I have a key to her house for emergencies and she has one for mine. Now, I'll admit that I occasionally use my key for personal know, I ran out of eggs, or toilet paper, or whatever and borrow some from her. I know she doesn't care, and I return the favor, so it's not a big deal to me.

Well, recently, she started coming over all the time. I'll come home from work and I'll notice stuff missing. She only has a cell phone, and not a home phone, so she'll take my cordless phone to her house to use during the day. She snoops through my drawers and cupboards. She takes my broom and doesn't return it. Ok, I'll admit that I take her stuff sometimes, too, (like her vacuum) and not return it, but when it's every day it's irritating.

But the worst? She's started using her key when my door is locked when I'm at home. She never knocks, either, she just walks in. I always knock at least once on her door before I open it and if it's locked and I know she's home, I just assume it's locked for a reason and either call her or wait until later. She doesn't show the same consideration, though.

If she knows I'm home and my door is locked, she'll just get her key and open it. The other day I'm getting read to get in the shower, so I'm naked in the bathroom, just waiting for the water to heat up. I locked the front door, like I always do when I'm taking a shower, and I had the bathroom door closed but not locked. [side note: You can't lock your bathroom door when you have kids. It just doesn't happen. But that's a whole nother blog there.]

Anyway, I'm naked in the bathroom and all the sudden, the door opens. K is standing there, just looking at me. I give her this look like, What the hell, and she just smiles and starts talking about nothing. I'm totally naked here. I say, "K, I'm getting in the shower. Can this wait?" She says, "Shoot, it's not like you have something I haven't seen before." Ok, SOOO not the point!

I've also mentioned in a previous post about how I'm freezing all the time, right? Well, the other day she puts Bella in my house and decides it's too hot for her in there. I'll admit that I had the heater up pretty high that day (like 77 degrees) because I forgot to turn it down. Anyway, she turns the temp down, but the fan is still blowing (Just FYI: it does this until all the hot air is out of the vents) so she SHUTS IT OFF! Of course, I don't notice when I get home, but the next morning when I got up it was like 60 degrees in my house. That's way too freaking cold.

So I confront her with it and she says, "Yeah, and...." I told her if she ever touched my heater again I'd take her key away.

I swear, this is getting totally out of hand. The problem? I know she'll be way offended if I tell her this bothers me. And I know she'll totally flip if I ask for my key back.

I'm giving her one last chance and then I'm going to take her key away. And I'm not going to feel bad about it either. Dammit.

Thursday, December 22, 2005


I called the Vet this morning to make an appoitment for Bella today. Per the Clinic, she needed to be seen either today or tomorrow for a check up if things were going well.

The Vet said that if she's back to normal, eating and drinking, and up playing around, then she's in the clear. I still need to give her her meds until their gone (at least seven full days), but she's good to go.

She needs her second set of shots and the Vet said to wait until next Thurs. to bring her in for them. She doesn't even need to see her before that, either. She said if she was still throwing up or not eating/drinking then she'd need to, but since she's not we can wait.

She also said she wants to re-start her all over again with her shots. She's going to give her her first set again on Thurs. and then her second set the week after.


Psycho Ex-MIL

My Ex-Mother-In-Law is totally psycho. She's one of those control freak women who has her son under her thumb and can't stand the idea of him being away from her or out of her control.

She was the bain of my exisitence when I was married. RB had to check with her about everything. Her word was law and mine was nothing. If I told him something (for example: I told him he couldn't defrost and re-freeze meat) he'd have to call and verify with her before he'd believe it. It was horrible.

At first I could laugh about it, but after years of this, it got real old.

When I decided to divorce him (we were already seperated by then and living in different states) she called me to tell me that I couldn't divorce him because, and I quote: "No one in her family has ever gotten a divorce before and she refuses to let one of her children be the first." Uh, ok. It doesn't matter that he's verbally abusive, a control freak and FUCKING OTHER WOMEN, right? It only matters that you'll look bad to your family. Whatever.

Ever since I left him, she takes every opportunity available to make little cuts at me. It's always just little things, and she's generally very subtle, but she does it all the same.

So she sent my children a few boxes of Christmas presents. I got one last week, two on Monday and another one today. On every box she spelled my name wrong. My LAST name. Do I NOT share the same last name as her? Does she spell her OWN last name wrong? Riiiight, I don't think so.

The box is addressed to my children, C/O me. Their names are spelled correctly, but mine, directly under it, isn't. It was like this on all the boxes she sent.

The first time I just figured it was a typo and didn't worry about it. But this is the fourth time, so I can only conclude that she's doing it for spite.

Freakin Psycho.

More about Cheating

After 22 years of marriage, my aunt left my uncle earlier this year. They both have issues and I can't say that I blame her for leaving him. I think she made the right choice.

There's a man that she works with, a married man, that she started having an affair with about six months ago. Now, not only his he married, but she's still married too. Yes, she moved out, and no she's not seeing my uncle anymore, but they're still married. She knows I think this is wrong. Not only is she cheating on her husband (separated or not) but she's helping ol' boy cheat, too!

So she calls me yesterday to tell me that ol' boy called her to tell her that he's having issues with his wife. Apparently she found out about my aunt and kicked him out. Then she calls me today to tell me that he's officially with her now, because he and his wife called it quits.

She wants me to be happy about this.

Her actions ruined a marriage, broke a woman's heart and distroyed a family. And I should be HAPPY for her? I think not.

We've always been very close, and I don't hold back when I'm talking to her, so I told her it was messed up. I said, "You want me to pat you on the back and congratulate you on a job well done? Sorry, not going to happen."

Now she's mad at me. Did I make the wrong decision in telling her how I really feel? It's not in me to lie and smile and pretend like I'm happy for her when I'm not. But I suppose I could've just kept my mouth shut. I don't know. I feel bad that she's mad at me, but on the other hand, she was in the wrong.

Gosh, I'm so confused!

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

I just don't understand Cheaters...

I'm watching some movie right now (don't know the name and really don't care to find out) that's based on cheating couples. He's a cheater and now she's going to cheat to retaliate.


Why stay with a person if you're going to cheat on him/her? Sad as it is, divorce is easy to come by (yes, I'm speaking from experience here). Why stay with someone if you really want someone else? If you're going to sleep around, why stick? Why vow to spend the rest of your life with someone, honoring, cherrishing and loving them, if you're going to go out and find another person to honor for a night?

My ex, The Rat Bastard, cheated. I never understood why. Was I not at home, waiting patiently (and alone, I might add) for him? Was I not willing and able to sleep with him myself (alright, so maybe not all the time, but I'm human, not a Playboy bunny)?

When I found out that he was cheating, he had a whole list of excuses for why he did it.

1) I sucked in bed, so he had to go elsewhere (this is my personal favorite, really)
2) He was unsure of our relationship and needed to reaffirm that he'd made the right decision (and you couldn't have done that BEFORE you agreed before God and our best friends to love me forever?)
3) He got swept up in the heat of the moment and couldn't stop himself (ok, cuz you're five and don't know better?)

If you're so unhappy in your relationship that you have to look for pleasure in another place, why not just leave? For the kids? Like they're not suffering anyway, when your wife is at home crying herself to sleep every night because you can't keep your dick in your pants. Or your husband is in a rage because you're fucking his best friend.

Is there no such thing as morals and values anymore? Does no one take marriage seriously? Or respect commitment? What happened to fidelity?

To muddy the waters further, what gives a cheating man the right to accuse his wife of the same (yes, we're back to the Rat Bastard again)? Just because you're a lying, cheating, rat bastard, dickhead motherfucker who's forsaking his vows certainly doesn't mean I am, too. What gives you, the same man who was putting his penis into another woman two days ago, the right to act jealous when I innocently smile at another man?

But I digress.

I suppose it's like this, as far as I'm concerned: If you know you can't commit to one person for the rest of your life, DON'T. If you think your partner sucks in bed, LEAVE HIS/HER ASS AND FIND SOMEONE BETTER. If you're unsure of your relatioship, take a break from it.

But don't cheat.

Third Reason I Love MM

When we were at the mall the other day I noticed a really beautiful braclet at one of the jewelry stores in the mall. You know how it is: you're walking along and something catches your eye, so you stop to admire it.

This is what happened to me on Friday. At Kay Jewelers they had a beautiful Diamond and Emerald bracelet on display and I stopped, looked at it, pointed it out to MM, asked him if he agreed and moved on. I didn't want it. I'm not really one for jewelry, especially braclets, but I liked how it looked.

So MM calls me last night and says that being the attentive boyfriend he is, he paid extra attention to the braclet I noticed while we were at the mall and he went back yesterday afternoon to buy it for me.

He walks up to the counter and tells the girl he'd like to look at it. She places it on the counter and proceeds to spout off her spiel about it and MM is duly impressed. Now for the $64,000 question: "How much is it?"

Approx: $4,000.

Yeah, I have great tastes.

Needless to say, I won't be getting the braclet for Christmas.

But in this case, it really is the thought that counts.

Tales of the Devil Woman: Episode 2

I think I'm cold blooded. Or I have poor circulation. Or something. Because I'm cold all the time.

I live in the middle of the desert. It could be summer and 120 degrees outside and I'll be wearing long pants and a sweater because I'm cold. This is a major source of contention between me and the Devil Woman.

Six years ago she had a Gallant. On our way to AZ for a visit, we dropped the compressor out of the bottom of her car because we were fighting over the air conditioner. Just FYI: Don't repeatedly turn the air on and off, on and off, on and off in rapid succession. It's bad for your compressor.

About a year ago we had the same argument in her Xterra and the air hasn't worked the same since. Luckily we didn't drop the compressor this time, but it does go out at odd times.

We also fight over the air conditioner in our office. Because of where our office is situationed, the sun hits her desk all afternoon. I'm tucked into the corner with no windows, so that's not a problem for me.

It's approximately 65 degrees today. That's not warm. It's not cold, but it's not exactly a heat wave. I'm wearing a tank top, a sweater, jeans and clogs. I'm freezing.

I just checked the thermostat to see what the temp is and I noticed that the air is ON! Why would you need to turn the air on when it's 65 degrees outside? And it's set at 62. SIXTY FREAKIN TWO! I don't set the air at 62 in the middle of summer when it's a hundred and twenty out. And I know for a fact that she doesn't either.

I had to get my parka out of my car, it's that cold.

So I ask her, what's the deal? Is it really necessary to have it that low? She assures me it is.

The conclusion I've reached? Being the Devil Woman has increased her body heat so much that she has to freeze me out. I guess it makes sense, though, considering she's FROM HELL!!!!

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

My Issues

My marriage was terrible. Because I was young and insecure, I stayed with and eventually married a man that treated me like dirt. He berated me. He accused me of infidelity with memebers of both sexes. He tried his best to take my independence. He told me how to dress. He kept control of his money and refused to let me work. He called me 500 times a day to make sure I was where I was supposed to be. He refused to be a parent to his two children, stating that it was my responsiblity to care for them, not his. He refused to help me take care of our house, because again, it was my responsiblity.

He was controlling and insensitive and wasn't happy with anything I ever did. It took me seven years and a near mental breakdown to realize what a bad situation I was in. Of course, the kids telling me I needed to lose weight and stop acting stupid had something to do with it as well.

I left him in Sept. of '02 and moved to CA where my parents live. At the time, I meant for it to be a short break. I fully expected to go back to him after I'd had a chance to regroup.

In January of '03, he agreed to move here, to CA. He wasn't happy about it, but he said he realized I wouldn't be happy anywhere else and he'd make the sacrafice for me. He said he needed to sell the house first, and put in for a transfer at his job, then he'd move here.

In Febuary, I went back for a month to pack our house and etc. At the time, my daughter was in Kindergarten, so I left her in CA with my parents and took only my son home. I guess if I'm being totally honest, it was because I was afraid if I didn't have a solid reason to leave, he'd talk me into staying and I'd be right back where I started from.

When I first arrived at my parents house in '02, my mom said she was totally freaked out by me. I'd sit in the backyard and stare at nothing for hours on end. I didnt' smile for three weeks and I didn't laugh for 2 months. She said the only time I showed any signs of life was when my children were around, and even then I was like a ghost of my former self. She was more scared for me than she'd ever been before.

About the time I got back from my Febuary trip home, I realized I couldn't keep living the way I had been. I'd gotten a job with the company I'm with now and I made a conscious effort to smile more and give it my best. I also made a consious effort to interact more with my family....most especially my children.

I started living again, but I kept a part of myself seperate from everyone in my life. I know I didn't laugh as often or as loudly and I didn't open my heart to other people the way I used to. I hardly cried anymore. My smiles were forced.

About two years ago (approximately) I met a wonderful group of women on an author's BB. After chatting with them on the site for a few months they invited me into their little group and started including me in their group emails.

That's when my life started to change, again. I found myself laughing more, and sharing more. I finally had people to talk to about my issues. I could vent and rant and rave. I could scream and shout and cry. I could laugh and joke and smile.

They supported me when I decided to file for a divorce. They screamed bloody murder and put together a lynch mob when I was almost dragged through the mud by my ex. They offered baseball bats, axes and garbage bags when my children were made to suffer. More importantly, they made me laugh when I didn't think I'd ever be able to smile again. For that, I'll be eternally grateful to them!

However, since I met MM I've realized that I still have a lot of issues to deal with. I guess I'd thought I'd worked through them all, but apparently not.

So, for the new year, I've decided to make it my resolution to get rid of the rest of my issues.

With that in mind, here's a list of things I know I need to work on:

1) I still keep people at a distance. From my friend right on down to my children. Although I don't do it consiously, I realized recently that I'm not as open as I used to be.
2) I'm still very insecure about myself. I don't think I measure up to the standards everyone has set for me. Even though no one has set standards for me. I'm not happy with my appearance, either.
3) I still tend to look for the negative aspects of situations rather than the positive. When faced with a difficult situation I look at all the negatives, and completely overlook the positives. This includes meeting new people as well. I'm always looking for their character flaws, rather than seeing the good qualities they posess.
4) I refuse to give up even a smidgeon of myself or my independence. Not that this is necessarily a bad thing, but pride stands in the way of a lot of things, and I think I need to make an effort to ask for help when I need it, or lean on someone when I need to.
5) I still don't cry very often. Not that I want to turn into Waterworks, but I need to make myself understand that it's alright to cry when I need to. I don't have to be afraid that it's a sign of weakness.
6) I look at MM and expect him to act or react like the Rat Bastard. He's nothing like my ex, but I still find myself having anxiety attacks while awaiting his reaction to certain situations. I'm tense when we're in public together, because I'm afraid I'm going to do something to upset him and he's going to blow up and create a scene.

I'm sure there are hundreds more, but those are the major ones. Wish me luck!

Baby Update

I think my puppy is going to make it!! YAY!!!

She took her meds yesterday just fine and kept them down. Plus, she ate four jars of baby food and drank lots of water. She threw up again last night, but I think that's because she ate a cricket while I was scrubbing my bathroom.

She was starving this morning and inhaled 2 more jars of baby food. I put her meds in it and she didn't even flinch. She's such a good girl. Then I gave her some regular dog food, because she was still starving, and she ate half of it and kept it down.

I'm still praying and keeping my fingers crossed, but I think we're in the clear now!


Monday, December 19, 2005

Songs that remind me of MM

Music is a big part of my life. They say the song remembers when and I totally agree. I'll be driving down the freeway and here a song and suddenly I'm at the lake and sixteen again.

With that in mind, here are a few songs that remind me of MM.

Rascal Flatts: Bless the Broken Road
Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

Etta James: At Last
I found a dream that I could speak to
A dream that I could call my own
I found a thrill to press my cheek to
A thrill that I have never, never known

Keith Urban: Making Memories of Us
I wanna stand out in a crowd for you
A man among men
I wanna make your world better than it's ever been

And I'm gonna love you like nobody loves you
And I'll earn your trust making memories of us

Avril Lavigne: Fall to Pieces
And I don't wanna fall to pieces
I just want to sit and stare at you
I don't want to talk about it
And I don't want a conversation
I just want to cry in front of you
I don't want to talk about it
Cuz I'm in Love With you

Alisson Krauss: When You Say Nothing At All
The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There’s a truth in your eyes sayin’ you’ll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you’ll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all

Sheryl Crow: Strong Enough
When I’ve shown you that I just don’t care
When I’m throwing punches in the air
When I’m broken down and I can’t stand
Will you be strong enough to be my man?

Stevie Nicks & Don Henley: Leather and Lace
Female part: I have my own life...and I am stronger
Than you know
But I carry this feeling
When you walked into my house
That you won’t be walking out the door
Still I carry this feeling
When you walked into my house
That you won’t be walking out the door

Male part: Could you ever love a man like me
And you were right
When I walked into your house
I knew I’d never want to leave
Sometimes I’m a strong man
Sometimes cold and scared
And sometimes I cry
But that time I saw you
I knew with you to light my nights
Somehow I’d get by

I'm sure there are hundreds of others, but I'll stop with those. Yes, I know, they're sappy and just make you want to be sick. Deal with it, alright?

Sunday, December 18, 2005

Getting Ready for the Christmas Party

The party was scheduled to begin at 7, with a cocktail hour and dinner being served at 8. I worked until three, then went to the mall with MM and The Devil Woman to look for shoes to match my dress, stockings and to get my nails done.

I went to about six different stores before finding the perfect shoes, but man was the wait worth it! They were FABULOUS! Have I mentioned that I'm a shoeaholic? Yeah, well, I am. BIG TIME! Naturally, so is the Devil Woman. Can you imagine the two of us together? Poor MM.

We also did some shopping for MM. His sister said she wanted some lotion from Victoria's Secret, but he couldn't remember what kind, so that's how he ended up at the mall with us. I told him he couldn't get her just the lotion. Duh, he had to get her the entire set. Fortunately for him, they were having a sale. The Devil Woman decided she needed to get some lotion while we were there, too. MM was already in line by the time she made her selection, so she just handed him some money and her selections, then walked around with me looking at the various...unmentionables.

Anyway, we're standing there, admiring a particularily interesting Bustier set when MM walks up behind us and says that the woman behind the counter told him we needed to buy at least 3 more items to get the discount. Devil Woman and I look at him and then look at each other. Then we look at the line of 50 people that are now at the counter and look back at him. Then the Devil Woman cocks her head to the side and says, "And you got out of line to tell us this why?"

Then MM turns red and starts sputtering, "Well, the girl told me to go get some other...I just did what she....I didn't....Dammit, I was just doing what she said." heheheh...I just love the Devil Woman.

Anyway, we pick out what else we want, then stick close to the counter while MM stands in line...again...just in case he has other issues. Lucky we did, too, because it turns out that one of the other kinds DW selected wasn't included in the special, so she had to go back and get a new one. I doubt he'll be shopping with us again in the near future.

After that is when we found my shoes. Like I said, I'd looked at several stores, and while I found quite a few pairs of sandals that would look great with my dress, I didn't find any heels, which is what I needed, since I planned on wearing stockings. Finally, at Robinson's May, they had the pair I needed.

My dress was brown velvet. In the light it kind of looked blue. Kind of shimmery or whatever. (I'll put up pics later) The shoes are brown sparkly heels with a little blue star on the side. (Yeah, that made no sense to me, either. I'll put up pics of them, too) I guess when I tried them on, MM told my mom that "he'd date a girl wearing those shoes." Devil Woman said that's when she knew I'd found the ones. Freaks!

Anyway, MM had found a little jewelry box for his grandmother, so when I went to pay for my shoes, he stood in line behind me. Last weekend when we went to Disneyland he borrowed $40 from me because he'd forgotten to get cash out and we didn't want to hunt for an ATM. So after I pay for my shoes and stockings, he sets his jewelry box on the counter, pulls out his wallet, apparently remembers he owes me, and hands me 2 twenties. Then he says, as loud as all hell, "That's for last night. Thanks." UGH! I about died! Even the woman behind the counter offered to slap him. There must have been at least 5 people around that heard him. Devil Woman said, "After that there certainly won't be a repeat tonight, will there?" I'm not sure which embarrassed me more. MM or the DW.

After that MM and I split with the DW. She said she had a bit more shopping to do, and I wanted to get a manicure. By this time, I'm running late, because I still have to get my kids, take them to the sitter, take a shower, get dressed, do my hair and makeup and register at the hotel. I asked how fast they could get me in to have my nails done and they said right away, so MM got a pedicure while I got my manicure. I got a french done, but I'd broken two of my nails earlier in the day, so it didn't turn out as great as I'd have liked. Still, she did a good job considering.

After that, I rushed home (K had picked up the kids from daycare for me), hopped in the shower, got dressed, threw clothes together for the kids and I for the night and following morning, loaded them up, dropped them off, rushed to the hotel, fixed my hair and makeup there, then waited another half an hour for my sister and her friend to get ready so we could go over to the party together.

Finally they were ready and we went down to grab a shuttle over. We had to wait about 15 minutes for that, too, so we ended up being about half and hour later than I'd planned.

I think my boss was a little upset that we were late, but I say it's a miracle we made it at all after they day I had. Right?

My baby is sick!

I took my baby-girl to the Emergency Animal Clinic today. She was still lethargic and throwing up this morning and I was afraid she had Parvo. So, after I ran a few errands, I called the clinic and they told me to bring her in.

She has Parvo.

After waiting more than two hours, I was finally shown into a room. The Vet saw her and told me the Parvo test results had come back positive. I'm not sure if y'all know what Parvo is, but it's a Virus that attacks the digestive and gastro-intestinal systems.

I guess it's curable, even though I'd heard that it's not, but they suggested hospitalization for the best recovery results. Unfortunately, they charge between $800 and $1400 per night! Yes, I said PER NIGHT! Can you believe that? It would cost me less if one of my children were ill. There's no way I can afford to hospitalize her, so I brought her home with a list of instructions and four different types of medications.

Her chances lessened considerably when I decided to bring her home, but she may still recover. Keep your fingers crossed!

Saturday, December 17, 2005

Another reason I love MM

I had my office Christmas party last night. It was great, but since I plan on blogging about that later, I won't bore you with the details here.

Anyway, MM drank...A LOT! K called me around 8:45 (about the time my boss was doing his standup comedy routine..gosh, it was SOOOO funny!) and left a message that my puppy was really sick. I finally managed to call her back around 9:15.

She said she wasn't moving around at all and had been in the same spot since I'd left (around 6). I asked her if she thought I should come home and take her to the vet, but she said she'd hang out with her for the night and I could take her in the morning if she wasn't better.

I hung up and told MM. He asked if I wanted to leave the party and I said, no, I'll wait and see if she gets worse. If not, I'll just take her tomorrow. He said that was fine and we went back to mingling and what-not. (What-not for him was drinking, just so you know..hehe)

Finally, it's getting late (about 1:30 a.m.) and I'm ready to leave. My boss had reserved us rooms at the resort across the street from where the party was being held, so we wouldn't have to drive home, and I was more than ready to hit the sack.

So MM comes up behind me and starts whispering in my ear. I won't go into detail, but let me just say that it wasn't PG-13. By the time he was done, I was MORE than ready to get out of there...*snicker*

Anyway, I know he's just as ready to get back to our hotel room as I was, so we stand up to leave and he surprised me by saying, "Would you rather go home and see your baby?" I know he didn't want to. I know what was REALLY on his mind. But he asked anyway.

MM gets another AWWWWW!

Friday, December 16, 2005

A reason I love MM

I was on the phone with him last night while he was filling out his vacation request form for '06. Apparently he has to put his vacation notice in a year at a time.

Anyway, he has a wedding to attend in Montana in July, so that was his first choice for vacation time. His dad is moving there at the end of June, so he put in for two weeks starting then.

Then he said he had to put in 2 other back-up requests. So he's kind of thinking aloud and says, "Oh, I know." Then he kind of snickers.

I ask him what dates he picked and he said Oct. 3rd thru the 12th. So I asked him whey he chose then. He said, "No reason." But he's still kind of snickering.

After I bugged him for awhile about it, he finally said it was because that's when our 1 year anniversary will be...


Thursday, December 15, 2005

Tales of the Devil Woman: Episode 1

I'm addicted to coffee. It's a known fact that I will (and almost have) kill for my daily dose. To make matters worse, I'm also addicted to Coffeemate Creamer: Hazelnut. The Devil Woman shares my addiction, unfortunately.

I've been known to get a little...out of sorts, if I don't have morning and afternoon coffee with creamer.

Today, I ask Cookie to make coffee and she says, "Sure, just a minute." This is at 2:30. At 3:15, I look at the coffee maker and see no coffee...hmm. I ask her about it and she says she got swamped and did't have a chance to make it yet, but she'd do it right then. At 3:30 I went over to poor a cup and saw that there wasn't much left. Hmm...I asked Cooks and she said everyone had gotten there before me. *sigh* Fine, whatever. Then she gets this look on her face like, "Oh, Shit." I get a little suspicious, but don't say anything.

I grab the coffee creamer out of the fridge and freeze, shocked. It's EMPTY! EMPTY! What kind of dumbass idiot puts the empty container BACK IN THE FRIDGE!?!

So I ask Cookie, "What the hell?" She kind of looks away and mumbles under her breath, "It was your mom." OH HELL NO!

So I confront the Devil Woman and what does she say? "Add a little water to it and it'll be fine." WHAT??

*sigh* And you wonder why I call her The Devil Woman?

The Devil Woman

I call my mom The Devil Woman. I got the nickname from the movie Billy Madison. I don't know if you've ever seen it before, but there's this one part, where Billy and his friends are putting flaming bags of shit on this old guys doorstep, then hiding behind a tree and watching him stomp it out. When he opens the door, he says, "It's another one of them flaming bags" and his wife hollar's back, "Don't step on it with your new boots, Harold." Then he yells back, "Don't tell me my business, Devil Woman."

For whatever reason, that reminds me of my mother. I started calling her that about a year ago. It's not only how I refer to her, but how I address her as well. I remember the first time she referred to herself as Devil Woman. She said, "Cookie, tell Devil Woman's daughter to hurry up." Then she stopped for a second and said, "I think I just insulted myself." HA!

Now it's common place. It's very rare that I call her "mom" now. I either call her by her first name, or by Devil Woman. She's taken to calling me Spawn.

We have such a close, loving relationship.

Although I do need to watch myself. A client called for her yeterday and before I put him on hold I said, "Oh, you mean The Devil Woman? I'll see if she's available."

Hmm, probably not the most professional thing to say.....

Monday, December 12, 2005

Our First Date

Alright, so I had to go to my office to print some docs for a client, so I called and left a message for MM, asking if he'd meet me at my office instead of picking me up at home. He said that was fine and agreed to wait if I wasn't finished with what I was doing. So, I drove over to the office and got there about 10 minutes before him, and started doing my work. Then he shows up about 10 minutes later, right on time. Gotta love a guy who's punctual, huh?

We chatted about his night at work and what-not while I was finishing what I had to do..then we locked up and headed to the parking lot. He asked if I wanted to ride with him or follow along and I said I'd ride with him. So, we get into his Jeep (he even walked around and opened the door for me...awww) and then headed out of the parking lot. He asked what kind of music I like, and when I told him anything, he put on a hits station (he has satellite radio in his car). I asked him where we were going and he said The River (that's a huge place in Rancho Mirage with a movie theater, Borders, little shops and a man made river running under it and through it). We talked as we were driving over there about this and that...then parked and walked to The Cheesecake Factory for dinner.

There was a 15 minute wait for a table, so we got one of those pager thingys and went outside to wait. We talked for awhile out there..and he finally asked me how old I was..When I told him he just grinned (he's a year younger than I am). We had one moment of awkwardness when we both kind of floundered around, and then it was smooth sailing again.

Then we went in to dinner and we were talking so much that we didn't look at the menu and the waiter came by like four times before we were ready to order. Finally, I decided on Chicken Marsala, and he got the Mahi Mahi. Plus, I got the creamy chicken soup as an appetizer. Which I couldn't finished, so I offered the rest to him. He ate all but about three bites and said that he didn't want to eat it all. I told him to go ahead, because if he didn't I was giving it to the server, so he finished it. It seemed very...intimate, having him finish my soup on the first date..

We talked about everything. His family, my family, what movies and music we like, our jobs. He has a sister that's 22 and married..and he doesn't think his BIL is good enough for her. He also has a half sister that's 12 that he's pretty close with. Him and his mom get along pretty well now that he moved, but when they lived together they fought all the time. He's also an adrenaline junky, which works REALLY well fo me..

He asked me why I'd moved here and I told him because I'd left my ex. He laughed and said that was a good reason. Then he asked if I still got along with him and I told him we were civil. I'd brought up the kids casually several times before that, but we hadn't talked about them directly, except for him asking me their ages. I gave him a VERY abbreviated version of why I left and how the rat bastard is, and he said the only concern he'd had about me having kids was that a few years ago he'd dated a girl with a kid and she'd cheated on him with her ex. I told him that wasn't a problem for me and he said he could tell.

I told him my concern was that I hadn't dated at all since I split with RB and I didn't know where things were going with us but I didn't want the kids to get attached to him or anything. He said he totally understands that my family has to come first and he thinks that's great. He also said he's cool with it just being us for awhile, but maybe he'd meet them someday.

He asked me if I could cook, too, and I said yes, that I love to, and he said great, because he doesn't know how very well.. Hmm, I still wonder where that was going...

So, after dinner, we decided to see what movies were playing. We decided to see Waiting - which was hella funny, btw - but it didn't start for an hour, so we went to Starbucks for a coffee while we waited. We took our drinks outside so we could people watch (and yep, he's a true people watcher, even getting into the spirit of things and making up little stories about the people we watched.) Finally, we headed to the movie theater and got seated. It was sooo funny and we laughed a lot. After each one of the previews he'd look at me and either we'd nod together or make a face at each other, depending on if we thought it looked good or not...and we agreed on every one, too.

When the movie started, he'd lean over to say something, brushing his shoulders against mine (his very LARGE shoulders, I might add) and I was having some very...pleasant thoughts Anyway, about half way thru the movie he pinched my leg (at something I said) and then grabbed my hand and laced his fingers with mine. Then he looked over and grinned at "I'm so smooth" I almost busted out laughing then and there. Then, as we were leaving the theater, he grabbed my hand again, and held it the whole time we were walking to the car.

When we got to the parking lot, my phone rang, and thinking it might be the sitter, I checked the caller was my brother. So I asked MM if he wanted to talk to him, making a joke. He said to answer it. Oh, and just so you know, my cell was broken at the time and I could only talk on speaker phone. So I put my brother on speaker and the first thing he says is "where are you?" and I said we were just leaving the theater..and he says "isn't it a little late for you to be out?" I said no, and as a matter of fact, I may not go home until the morning..And my brother screams "WHAAAT" at the same time that MM busts up laughing..

So, my brother tells me to call him later and I hang up, then we get in the car and he drives me back to mine. We talked some more on the way over there, and when we pulled up I noticed a light in the office, so we went to investigate. It turned out to be the TV, and he was teasing me on the way back to the car (after I'd decided to leave it on) that it was going to start a fire and burn the building down.. So I kept joking around that I was going to go back and turn it off, and he pulled me to him and laughed.....then we kissed. At first he just brushed his lips over mine, then pulled back to say something about the "fire" again and then he kissed me again.

Anyway, after that he said he had a GREAT time and that he was free until Tuesday (before he had to go back to work) if I wanted to get together again. He even offered to have me over to watch a movie at his house (one we talked about at dinner that I've never seenbefore). Then I reached up and kissed him again, hard, and then got in my car and left.

I called Dylan and started talking to her, but Cookie buzzed in, so I told Dylan to hold soon as I clicked over, Cookie said "SOO, how was it?" to which I replied "He called Jason, huh?" And she busted out laughing. (Jason is Cookie's roommate, he and MM work together). So, of course Cookie wanted all the details, and gave them to her...then she said that Jason said that MM told him there "WILL" be a second date...and Cookie said I have to call her after he calls me tomorrow. I said, "What makes you so sure he'll call me tomorrow" and she says, "because you had a date tonight and it's in the rule book that he has to call you afterward, right?" and I said, "Well, yeah, but what makes you think he'll call?" and she ays, "Because he called Jason."

Anyway, I had a super great time! I felt totally comfortable with him. Oh, and just for the record, I wore a baby blue baby T, jeans, and my butterfly sandals. He wore jeans (which made his butt look cute), a navy blue T and flip flops (which I think is hella sexy on a man).

So, there it is...THE DATE! And yes, obviously he called the next day.

Things that annoy me...

Idiot drivers: If you can't drive the speed limit, use your blinker and pay attention to your surroundings, get off the damn road. I can totally empathize with people who suffer from road rage.

People who think they can do my job better than I can: When you're sitting at my desk, with my experience, looking at my files, then you can tell me how to do my job. When you're the one dealing with the clients, the agents, the lenders, the escrow officers, the title officers and the appraisers, then you can tell the parties involved that I'm the one not doing my job. Until then, sit down, shut up and wait for me to perform yet another miracle!

Women who complain that they're fat all the time: Fat is a state of mind. If you're really overweight, get up and do something to lose the extra pounds. But don't sit on your ass, munching Cheetoes and complain that you just can't get rid of the extra pounds.

Minorities screaming for equality: I realize that in the past your ancestors were treated poorly. But you weren't. I'm all for freedom of speech, and equality, but last time I checked, if you born here, that makes you an Amercian. It's wonderful to be proud of your heritage, I think too many people forget where they came from, but why should I be made to suffer because your great-great grandfather was treated badly? I didn't do it...and it didn't happen to you. The same thing can be said for homosexuals. Quit screaming for equality while prancing around at a "Gay Pride Parade". What do you think would happen if I said, "Today I'm going to celebrate the fact that I'm a single, white, straight woman with a parade"? Yeah, I'd probably be shot and left to rot in the desert somewhere. Get over yourselves.

Sunday, December 11, 2005

What happened to...

What happened to the days when life was something people valued? Women were overjoyed to get pregnant, and for the most part, people understood that, no matter what stage it was in, a life was a life. When women understood that if they spread their legs, a baby might result in it, and went on birth control to prevent that. Or carried their child to term if they didn't.

What happened to the days when young people went to ederly people to get answers because they understood that with age comes wisdom? When you respected your elders? If you saw an elderly woman crossing the road, you'd help her accross. If there was an older gentleman with a cane in front of you in the store, trying to reach something from a shelf, you got it for him to save him the trouble.

What happened to parents disiplining their children? I found out the other day that people actually call the police when their children misbehave. A 14-year-old refused to get in the car with his mother and she called the police and asked them to "drive down here and make him get in the car." Why didn't she make him do it herself? Why didn't she disipline him when he was four, so that he understood at 14 that that kind of behavior was unacceptable? Why is it wrong to spank your children now, but it was fine when I was a child?

What happened to customer service? Why is it that if I have a complaint or a problem with something, I, as the customer, are treated rudely? Why aren't I told to have a great day, or thanked for shopping at my local stores? Why does the girl in the jewelery section at Wal-Mart sneer at me when I ask her a simple question about the price of something?

What happened to common courtesy? Why do I get bumped and not apologized to? Why doesn't the man entering the store in front of me hold the door until I'm through? Why does the woman behind me reach around me to pull something off a shelf, smack me in the head with it while she pulls it down, run into my leg with her cart as she leaves, and not once look at me, or acknowledge my presence?

What happened to holiday cheer? When did it become such a horrible rat race to the store for gifts that people can't smile at each other anymore? Why don't children understand the true meaning of Christmas? Instead of thanking God for giving us His son and eternal life, they beg Santa for useless gifts that will be forgotten in a month or two.

Am I the only person who feels it's wrong lie and cheat and steal and betray and deceive? When did it become acceptable to have an affair with a married man/woman? When did society decide it was "okay" to look the other way?

When are we, as a whole, going to stop maligning the president for everything that goes wrong in our country? I understand that President Bush made some bad errors in judgment, but he's only human. And at least I can say that not once, in all of his years in office, did his policies or beliefs change. He still stands for the same things today as he did when he ran for office the first time.

I understand that our troops are dying overseas while he's here, safe and alive. But so are the rest of us. The men and women fighting for our country CHOSE to fight for it. They made the decision to join the armed forces and went into training with their eyes fully open to the possibility of war or combat. Why do we blame the president when they don't? Why do we constantly scream for their return, but refuse to acknowledge their choice in being, while perhaps not there, in the job they're in?

Do I want the war to end and our troops to come home? Absolutely. More than you know. People I know and love are away from me facing danger right now, but they made a choice and I had to accept that. And more than that, I want to raise my children knowing they're safe and without fear of bombs and terrorist threats around every corner. I appreciate all the men and women overseas and in the armed forces of America that give me the comfort of knowing my children are safe.

When did we stop appreciating life? When was the last time you stopped to smell the spring flowers or looked up at the sky at sunset and smiled at the site? When was the last time you listened to a child's laughter and felt your skin tingle and your eyes mist because of it? When was the last time you thanked God for the day and all the people in it?

It's been too long for me, I know.

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

7 Things

7 Things

Was tagged by Coffee House Banter (Rowena)
7 Things I want to do before I die....
1) Visit my two friends in New Zealand and Australia.
2) See Scotland, Ireland and Italy.
3) Vacation in Tuscany with my friends, Rowena and Marivel.
4) See my children get married.
5) Learn how to speak fluent Italian.
6) Pay off all of my debt.
7) Write and finish a novel.

7 Things I can't do...
1) A round off back handspring.
2) Sing.
3) Speak a foreign language.
4) Keep time.
5) Be on time.
6) Parallel Park.
7) Keep plants alive. I even kill the fake ones.

7 things that attract me to the opposite sex...
1) Smile.
2) Sense of Humor.
3) Shoulders.
4) Back.
5) Bad Boy with Good Boy tendencies.
6) Responsibility.
7) Eyes.

7 Things I say most often...
1) Oh hell no.
2) What the Freakin?
3) Oh My Gosh.
4) Dude!
5) Kiiiiler
6) Good Times, Good times...
7) Yeah, Buddy

7 Celebrity Crushes..
1) Antonio Sabatto Jr.
2) Brad Pitt (yeah, I know he's little, but he's still sexy..LOL)
3) Matthew McConaughey.
4) Keith Urban
5) Justin Timberlake
6) Bruce Willis (yep, he's hot)
7) Josh Lucas

7 People I want to do this...
1) Whoever wants to.

How We Met

Since I know I'll be talking about him alot, I figured I'd better tell you how my boyfriend, MM, and I met.

I work for a mortgage company. For the last year or so, whenever a client comes in, Cookie and The Devil Woman (affectionately my mother), looked at him as a potential man for me. It drove me insane. Young or old, short or tall, ugly or hot, didn't matter. If he was a man and single, they checked him out for me. Yeah, my life was hell

So, at the end of September, we had a new client come in. I was at my son's parent/teacher conference the day he came in to fill out his paperwork, so I didn't see him. Cookie and DW did, though. Naturally. Cookie made a comment about how hot he was, but I hadn't seen him and didn't really care. I was content to be single.

DW and C decided I needed a look, so they called him to tell him they needed additional information to process his loan and asked him to bring it in. He did. Unfortunately, I was in the restroom when he came by, so I missed him again

So they called him again, and requested more info. Now, the first time was legit, because we really did need what they requested. The second time? Nope, we had no need for the stuff they wanted.

When he came in that day, Cookie hightailed it to the back of the office and made a comment to me about copying the stuff he'd brought in. I was so embarrassed, though, because right as the door opened, I'd made a comment about being a repressed dyke. I can't even remember what our conversation was about, but I do remember that that's what I said as he walked into the office.

Anyway, I copied his stuff for him and then told him thanks. As he turned to walk out the door, I turned to Cookie and said, "Do you have his file up here, baby?" Apparently he thought I was talking to him, because his head whipped around so fast at "baby" I thought he was going to get whiplash. Cookie gave herself a stomach ache laughing

In the meantime, Cookie had found out that her roommate works with MM. So, devious wench that she is, she put a bug in Jason's ear (the roommate) to talk to MM about me. Apparently he said he thought I was cute. Cookie told Jason to tell MM that I said I thought he was cute, too. Ok, sooo didn't!

So, Cookie tells me that they're (her, Jason, MM and a bunch of J&MM's other coworkers) are going to Monday Night Football the following Monday and I had to go along. I just rolled my eyes. I love football, but I wasn't trying to go and hang out with some guy Cooks wanted to set me up with, you know

On that Monday (Oct. 3rd) MM stopped into the office to "check on his loan." It was obvious to everyone that he was there to see if we were going to Monday Night Football, especially since he said it like five times, as loud as could be. <

I had already made up my mind to stay home, but DW and Cookie talked me into going. We got there a bit late, because we had to work, and then watched the game. MM and I talked a little bit during, but not much. Greenbay was playing (my team) and sucking, and he kept making sweet comments about how they could come back, even though it was obvious that there was no way they could pull off a win.

Finally, after the game, we sat outside for a little bit and talked. I was really comfortable with him, which I hadn't expected, but I still decided to myself that I wasn't going to give him my number if he asked

One of his friends came up and asked if we were going to exchange numbers already so they could leave. MM blushed. Actually turned red, blushed. I think that's when I decided to give him my number. He was so cute, how could I not

Anyway, we exchanged numbers and then Cookie and I left. We talked about him all the way home and of course C had to call the Devil Woman to tell her all about it.

Then I waited to see if he'd call....which he finally did on Wednesday. I knew he was working nights, so I really hadn't expected him to call until his next day off, but he surprised me. He asked me if I'd like to have dinner with him on that Saturday (the 8th) and I agreed

And the rest, as they say, is history. Ok, so it's a short history and I plan on telling you later about our first date, but you get the idea, right?

7 Sweet Things MM Does

Cookie and I were talking a few months ago about how men don't understand that it's the little things that count. We don't expect diamonds and furs everyday! It means so much more when the man in your life shows you that he's thinking of you, or listening to you.

1) Buys me carrot sticks (my comfort food) when he knows I'm stressed
2) Opens the car door for me whenever we go somewhere...and then locks the door when he closes it
3) Makes me coffee in the morning, even though he hates it and never has before
4) Remembers to put my phone on the charger every morning before he leaves for work
5) Calls just to say hi because he's thinking of me.
6) Tells me at least twice a day that I'm beautiful...and means it.
8) Tells me that I'm the best girlfriend ever and he's lucky to have me.

Keith Urban ROCKS!

I went to see Keith Urban last night with my girls, Dylan and Mia. What an amazing show!

I left from my office about 3:45 p.m. and drove to L.A. for the concert. Traffic was a bitch and I had a killer headache and was seriously in need of the bathroom by the time I got to Universal City Walk, where the concert was being held. I'd been in contact with my girls and they agreed to meet me near the bathrooms, my first priority.

Finally, personal needs taken care of, the three of us made our way into the Gibson Ampitheatre. We went through security and walked around in confusion for a wee bit until we finally found someone to direct us to our seats.

On our way to them, we called our friend in Australia to rub it, share the experience with her. She was excited for us, but jealous, too....hehehe

We got in a bit late, so the opening act, Deena Carter, had already started performing. I'm sorry to say that she wasn't very good live. Her singing was fine, but she didn't have any stage presence and I swear she forgot the lyrics to half of her songs. Plus, her music is very mellow and made me sleepy, especially after my long drive.

Since we weren't really feeling her music and the lights were still up, we chatted about books and what-not while waiting for the real show to begin. There were some hags sitting in front of us that shushed us for talking, though. "We're trying to listen to the music here." Dylan got all ghetto and started talking crap, and Mia got pissy and sank down in her was adorable. I just rolled my eyes and debated taking a nap.

Finally, after what seemed like AGES, the lights dimmed and everyone surged to their feet. Dylan looked at the clock and said she wasn't standing up, because no way was Keith Freakin Urban going to start his show at 8:36. LOL Mia stayed standing. ;)

The music began, the lights came up, and Keith Urban ran onto stage. It was a great moment....

His stage presence was amazing. He totally rocked. He played several instruments and just kept belting out the hits. In the 'pit' there was a woman with a sign that said, "5,474 miles and still no kiss". Well, Keith decided he just couldn't have that (after he realized it said "kiss" and not "kids" that is) and hopped off the stage to lay one on her.

Then he pulled a woman up from the crowd to sing "You Look Good in My Shirt" with him. He sent her back stage to prep, then he got 'knocked' to the floor and she ran out and laid beside him. They started singing together and Keith wrapped his arm around her shoulders....i'm sure there wasn't a woman in the house, young or old, who wasn't picturing herself there instead. I sure was.

Everytime they showed him from the back, Mia and I reached up to touch the screen. He looked that good!

All in all, I'd say it was amazing! I can totally see now why he was named Entertainer of the Year. He absolutely deserves the title.

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