Actual conversations I’ve had with The Girl Child this week; “Mom, if I stick my finger in there will I be ‘electrocubed’?” “Yes kid, if you stick your finger in the socket you will be electrocuted.” ….five minutes later. “Why are you still staring at the socket?” “I’m trying to decide if I want to
I think I finally feel better today. It still hurts, but at least it’s no longer that constant ache in my chest that causes me to tear up the moment my brain is not fully occupied by other more immediate thoughts. It’s funny that while they say the way to a man’s heart is through
Well this isn’t a post that I wanted to write so forgive my grammar, I’m writing during an ugly cry. As I was writing the last post, the one about the philosophy guy, it really got me thinking that wow, he looks amazing, so why am I struggling so much in wanting to fully commit
So I met another boy. Actually I met several of them, but none stuck like this one. **(When I broke up with The Detective Whose Name I Do Not Like there was a delay in me posting about it, much like there has been a delay in telling you about this dude, so this dude has
I broke up with The Detective Whose Name I Do Not Like. It sucks, I’m bummed, but I’m OK with it. Here’s the thing; He was great. No really, he was. I have absolutely no complaints about him whatsoever. Super sweet, thoughtful, good looking, responsible, etc, etc, etc, and yet I broke up with him
So…..I accidentally stole something kind of large recently. I swear it was accidental. Here let me explain. Remember the dishwasher that when bought, just happen to come with a date from the appliance guy who we referred to as Piano Man? Well if you remember him then you must remember how fabulously things ended with
So, my dating life. It’s weird, I’ll admit it. The Detective Whose Name I Do Not Like and I have been seeing each other for….six months ish (?) and it’s been going really well. Part of why it has been going well is the fact that we aren’t exclusive. (GASP) I know, I know, simmer
So….in an interesting turn of events; I’m pregnant. Just kidding.Haha. Did anyone’s heart stop a little bit? Was that mean? I kinda thought it was funny. No, I am most definitely not pregnant, not unless I am birthing a sibling for Jesus, in which case no angels have ascended upon me and told me of
“I mean she’s really pretty and all man, but divorced with two kids? You could totally do better than that. You don’t need all that baggage in your life.” “You can do better than that” meaning that he, Piano Man,could do better than me, according to his best friend. I wasn’t supposed to overhear him
It’s been a while since I’ve told you guys about one of my bad dates, hasn’t it? Trust me, just because I haven’t talked about them doesn’t mean they haven’t been happening! Well, I now have a new favorite bad date! A guy that my friends and I now refer to as “the one percenter” blew
I really don’t like the police and yet I keep dating their detectives…. Bizarre I know. Very shortly after I broke up with Doctor Dude and Secret Agent Man, I met someone. He has the same name as my father and he is a detective. I am ok with just about none of that, although,
Well, I guess it’s finally time to give you the boyfriend update. If you remember from my post “Can’t I Just Bang Them Both,” I was trying to decide what to do about the relationships I was in. I was dating Doctor Dude, who was pretty much everything I was looking for, plus there was
My husband said he was going to the store... and never came back. It's been a crazy life that's left me functional enough to survive yet dysfunctional enough to make me funny. I'm living my life devoid of most social graces while single parenting two young children and I absolutely love it....most days.
