Chicago, Spotting Jerks and Other Random Stuff

The plan, as they say, is in motion!  I am officially leaving tomorrow, thanks to Amtrak, for Chicago! Jenn is picking me up at Union Station, and I’m so looking forward to having some much needed girl time and spending the weekend with her.  Also, we are meeting up with Random Esquire, hopefully both nights I am there!  Look out RE, this Mama is arriving baby. 

A single mommy friend, and I’m SURE many of you know her, Ms Single Mama, is off visiting her Dane in Copenhagen.  She asked me to do a guest blog entry while she is gone having fun in other parts of the world, and I readily agreed.  After some consideration, she decided I was the perfect one to write an entry on how to spot a jerk.  Sadly, after Dick, CrapMan, Cialis Man, and a few in between, she is right.  For a laugh, a grin, or some tips … visit my guest blog HERE.  When writing this for Ms Single Mama, it happened.  The revelation.  And truth be told, it hit me kind of hard.  For a LONG time, I’ve been looking for a reason, THE reason, SOMETHING – for why Dick just up and left the way he did.  He could never explain it … I could never accept the non-explanations very well either.  And with time, I have picked up the pieces and tried to move on to the best of my ability.  Yet, I must admit, the question was always there, lurking in the back of my head like a headache.  And then I read something, something that gave me the clarity, the wisdom, the answer I needed.  So see #5 of my Jerk List on her blog, and know that this, to a TEE, is Dick.  And now, well now it makes sense to me.  And I think moving on is going to be that much easier.  Maybe I should change his name from Dick to The Narcissist.  Heh.

During my lunch hour the other day, I had to run to the doctor’s office.  I mentioned to my boys that I work with that I’d be MIA for about an hour as I have a doctor appointment.   One of them pipes up with “Why do you have to go to the doctor?” Now, pardon me, but isn’t this a personal question?  What the hell does he care?  So I stare at him for a minute, stood up, grabbed my purse, and said to him in my most serious voice …

“Because I have LOTS of STDs.  LOTS.“

And walked out.  I laughed all the way to my car.  And most of the drive to the doc’s too.

And O M G Becky, Look At Her .. oh wait, I mean, OMG – Did JEFF MAC, from one of my favorite blogs EVER, Manslations, visit MY blog and leave a comment?  I feel … so freaking cool. 

Happy weekend, friends.  I’ll update when I can.