Operator…Could you help me place this call? That was the song B and me were signing LOUDLY and slightly off key on the way home Saturday night. She had been drinking since noon– I had gotten there late to meet some other friends. She needed a ride home and being a good friend I offered. We are both single white women who have been hurt. We relate-hence we sing and laugh and we cry.

“A best friend is a sister that destiny forgot to give you”

That must be what I need. I good SHOVE-to motivate me to DO something about my weight. I think about it constantly and make myself feel terrible. I have the “know how” just lack the ambition to start. Really start. Tomorrow at work I have a mandatory Health Risk Assessment. Blood work and all. Maybe THAT will do it. Maybe just getting on the scale in front of another human being will push me over the edge.
I’ll let you know how it goes. ugh…

Well, I was right. No Tall Handsome showing at the bar. I did however have a pretty good time. It’s all thanks to Bobbi Jo - her hubby and Cathie. Yes- I have good friends. It was more than likely a “pity” show up but I will take it either way.
The evening was fun. Had some laughs and got pretty loaded.
Spent yesterday hanging out at home doing absolutely nothing. Watched several “lifetime movies” and just took a day “off” from reality.
I am recharged yet a bit sad. The one potential man whom caused a SPARK has seemed to really vanished into the night and vanished from my life.

But who’s counting?
I am really looking forward to Friday night..or really anything past 5 PM. 5 PM..I am out of work.
The plan?
Nothing to special really-it basically teeters on the wave of pathetic.
My plan is to get home. Find something to eat for dinner and then head out to the bar. Then I will patiently wait. Wait for the 1 in a million chance that “Tall Handsome” may show up.
I will look at the door whenever someone walks in and hold my breath and then slowly exhale when it isn’t him. I will drink my beer and chat with acquaintances and then probably just go home…ALONE.
The big dilemma is whether or not to be “prepared” for that chance. Do I wear the good underwear and matching bra? Then it almost guarantees he WON’T show up. Better not. Shave my legs? Maybe…

Hi Readers!!! *waving*

Let’s see… I think that’s all TWO of you. Hey MOM and Hey Bobbi Jo!
Thanks for reading my blog.

Is anyone else out there? I know I am new to this and I am still working on my “blog style” but I am really curious if anyone else is reading this. Lurkers?

I started blogging as a way to vent and express myself. My own little therapy without the high price tag. I guess that’s the important part…right?

Well…I will keep plugging along here. Maybe SOMEONE will read this…maybe not.
doesn’t matter.

It’s just mine.

AHHHHH….The first day of school was last Wednesday. My two youngest are twenty two months apart but are only one year apart in school. Here we go.. 2nd and 1st grade respectively.

Both LOVE their teachers and the first three days have been great.
On the way home from school today my daughter asked if she could have cold lunch tomorrow for school. I stated that tomorrow was Saturday and they didn’t have school but I could arrange a cold lunch at home if she really wanted it. I actually heard a GROAN from the backseat and she said “but I LOVE school mommy - I want to go everyday”. Can I have that in writing? Let’s check back when the hormonal teenage years hit.

Friday night was “girls night”. B and me went out for Mexican and caught up on the events of the week past. I was relieved to be out of work and in the company of a friend. The food was excellent and the margarita was even better. We dropped my car back home and got a ride to the bar. There we meet three other ladies and began the process of getting “over-served”. I noticed a tall handsome man in the bar and even asked “who’s that??????” to all the ladies. C KNEW him and ran up and jumped in his arms…bummer…I am out of this one. Tall handsome was not a part of the conversation. We proceeded to go to two other bars for a change in scenery and then got back to our “home base” bar were we started.

Tall handsome was still THERE!!..I inquired again and we were introduced. YAY!! We talked and flirted. He seemed to like ME??? ME?? wow.

Turns out I went to junior high with him. He was the small scrawny boy that I never really noticed. NOW he is handsome -tall- and very sweet. Never married. No kids. And the big bonus …NO girlfriend. Wonder what is wrong with him?

We talked and talked and twice while we were chatting and someone would join in the conversation he would put his arm around me and his hand would ride on the small of my back. Once he even reached down and put his hand on top of mine and we intertwined fingers.

At the end of the evening a discussion (fight) broke out between two of my friends. I stayed back to mediate…and he went out the front door. When I got out front to get a ride home he was gone. No phone numbers exchanged. Gone in the night.

I caught myself thinking about him constantly all day on Saturday. Will I ever see him again? Was he really interested? Will he ask our mutual friend how to get in contact with me? Will I ask her?

Flutter of interest and “spark”???? Something I thought wasn’t possible anymore.

Damn him.