UPDATE: This song is about the WORDS! *laugh* Not that damn avatar, although now I’ve watched it, I can see the humor in it.
If I had one wish that I knew … that God himself told me would come true, it would be that Emilee knows how much she is loved by me, that she is my everything, that she is what makes my everydays brighter. But God doesn’t make promises, and I am not perfect. If there is one thing that I can do, however, it’s to make damn sure that she knows this song. I think, that for single mama’s everywhere (and dad’s too!), this song is something to be shared. Enjoy (it’s more the words than the video )
The man is cute.And intelligent, funny, tall and inquisitive.His mind is that of a scientist, he’s inquisitive about everything.
We had dinner, we talked – a lot.There was never that uncomfortable silence.Not one time, which I’m thankful for.I was comfortable with him.After dinner we walked over to a bar to have some drinks, and talked some more.At one point I got up to go to the bathroom, and another man stopped me and told me that I was “too hot for the guy I was with”.I smiled and said “Insulting my date, who by the way is interested in more than what I look like, does not score points with me.And you need a haircut.” And I moved on to the bathroom.Apparently while I was gone, the man told my scientist that I was a “holy terror” and that if the scientist doesn’t snatch me up, the long haired man would.I had to laugh.We talked some more, he teased me about the long-haired man, and we laughed some more.Once we decided to leave, he walked me to my car.
And here I was somewhat nervous.This would be the first time I may kiss someone else in over a year and a half.What if we didn’t mesh in the kissing department?That can be a big turn off for me.Yet when the time came, he moved in with a confidence I couldn’t help but to admire.He leaned in close, brought those full lips close to mine, and stopped.What?!I was ready … what was going on?I opened my eyes to see him grinning at me, and when I was about to laugh, he put one hand on my waist and the other on the back of my neck, and kissed me.And I felt that kiss from my lips all the way to my toes.I blinked at him when he pulled back, turned, put my purse on the trunk of my car, put my keys in pocket and turned back to him and said “do that again” and he did.
Dammit I haven’t been out on a date in a LONG time. I must find something suitable to wear. The weather was very warm today, almost 65 – I’m debating between my SUPER cute sexy sandals with jeans or my boots. I think it’s suppose to rain tomorrow, and I don’t have my pedicure till Saturday. Ok maybe the boots. My toes are painted but they never look as good as when I have the pedicure! (I’m treating myself this weekend – pedicure, massage and a facial!) What shirt? Should I show some cleavage? What color? Probably black. My white ass hair looks good against the black. I still have some color from Florida, so that’s good. Advice people! I need some! This mama hasn’t had a in date in well over a YEAR!!
I’m excited about this date. Not because I want to hop back into a relationship, no no. Because it’s all of the first time flutters. It’s been a very long time since I’ve had those. But they feel really, really good.
I bought the book – it’s called a breakup cuz it’s broken. This book is filled with tidbits, awesome suggestions, and best of all, humor. It’s a no BS, get out of the funk, get-real quick book. It really helped to answer some questions for me, and I am recommending it to anyone that needs some help in the midst of a breakup. And there are some hilarious “Psycho Confessionals” in the book that really made me laugh. And, be proud of myself that I, for one, did NOT burn my name into his lawn with fertilizer.
Today is another fabulous spring day; and I am one tired mama. My daughter, God love her, does not sleep. Ever. From the day she was born, she just has never been a sleeper. Small recap:
Thursday night: 3.30am – <poke poke> Mama, is it time to get up yet?
Friday night: 4.45am – <poke poke> Mama, is it time to get up yet?
Saturday morning: 6.30am <I roll over and open my eyes to see Em in my bed staring at me> Mama, is it time to get up yet?
Monday morning: 5.40am <poke poke> Mama! Can I read books?
Ugh, I’m dead tired today. Why does my daughter not sleep? Now I know many of you are doing to think that I should put her to bed later … but let me say, she IS that child that no matter what time she goes down at night, she is always up early. She goes to bed at 8.45pm … and no matter what, is normally up around 6.30am. She does not nap, and hasn’t in years. This 3.30am or 5.40am thing is new … I’m not sure if it’s spring or what. But if I don’t get some sleep I’ll look like a zombie on my date tomorrow night with the scientist.
I’ve decided there is no better time to be dumped than in the spring! I must thank Dick for being considerate enough to dump me on my ass in the beginning of spring. *grin* Today was one of the most perfect spring days – the sun was out and warm, the blue skies were perfect, the air cool and the scent of spring was in the air. My daughter was at the height of happiness and we spent the day outside playing, walking and of course, with the new Barbie Big Wheel.
Today I feel … good. Really really good for the first time in a month. Maybe I am moving on. Today I felt complete on my own. Complete and … happy. I did all the things I’ve been meaning to do – I hung pictures, got the bikes down out of the garage and cleaned the house. And I did them MYSELF.
And on Tuesday, I made a date with a very cute scientist that makes me laugh. Really, really laugh. And damn, it feels good.
And if you’ll pardon me for a bit, the Barbie Big Wheel is calling. Happy Spring everyone!
So I’ve been asked out by a very cute, very tall, very intelligent and did I mention, very cute scientist. I am almost one month post breakup here, and had enough of Sex and the City, enough of sitting around moping and enough of the fear – the fear of “what will I do now? How will I get these pictures up on the wall? Who will help me in the garage when I can’t get the bikes down? How will I ever sleep without him?” I’ve just had enough and want to move on. I know in my heart I’m probably not ready for a relationship – but one date does not a relationship make. Besides, I’m bored of sitting at home on the nights Emilee is not home.
So tell me readers, which are few I know, but I do love the ones I have! What do you think about this single mama going out on a date? I could really use some advice.
I had a big wheel when I was a kid, I LOVED my Big Wheel. I rode it consistently, and NOTHING
could beat the way it did spin outs!
I talked with Googlie and Twitch long and hard about the benefits of the Big Wheel today, as they
both had the same toy when they were young. They informed me the Big Wheel, in their opinion,
stopped being “cool” when they came out with the pink colored ones for girls. Uh huh.
I’m sorry boys, my fault.
I forgot you’re both idiots.
I went to Target today and bought Em a Barbie Big Wheel. I am soooooooo excited for her to be able to ride it! What I am not excited about is putting it together. It shouldn’t be that hard … I’m hoping.
What did people with broken hearts do before phones? Stare at the mailbox? Run over to Western Union and hope for something in Morse Code? Stand in their driveway and wait for the stagecoach? Hmm, messenger pigeons?
I’ve decided the phone can be a lethal weapon during a breakup. It mocks me when its silent, it beckons to me when I’m drunk, and it’s only too glad to tell me “You have no new messages.”
The first rule of a smart girl’s breakup is NO CALLING. I’ve failed this more than once, but am as of now resolving TO NOT CALL AGAIN. I need to accept the fact that he doesn’t want me to call. The same goes for text messaging (guilty again!), emailing (uh, guilty again) and IMing. Actions speak louder than words right? Calling him in fact, does NOT tell him “Hey I’m totally cool with our breakup and am calling because I’m mature.” No, it really doesn’t. Pretty much it’s just me telling him, “I’m lost without you. My heart aches, I hate this, BLAH BLAH.”
This is not what I want to do, I don’t need the reinforced rejection. I just need to make a clean and complete break.
So, ya know,can someone swing by and take my phone, PLEASE??
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