Weird Thing of the Week

Well, what’s a week without something weird happening to me?  And it’s been a while since I’ve posted a new one, hasn’t it?  My apologies!

Last night, Em and I took off for her hair cut appointment.  Em gets her hair cut and styled by the same lady that does my hair, and we both love her to pieces.  As she had just started working at a new salon, we made our way to the new place, with Em and I making plans for a fun girls night out.

All is going well, Emilee politely informing our hair stylist (MJ) that  she wants her hair cut like Hannah Montanna.  I laughed and agreed, that was fine by mom.  I totally had to use the ladies room, so I told Emilee and MJ that I’d be right back, and made my way to the rest room.

I enter the Ladies Room and there is a woman there, at the sink.  She has her hands resting on the outer edge, leaning over kind of looking like she just barfed up her dinner.  I felt the need to ask her if she was okay, because well, I think sometimes this is what women do.  So I asked, “Hey, are you alright?  Can I get you some water or anything?” As soon as she heard my voice, she whipped around and like, ran towards me.    This caught me off guard so I immediately took a step back and she ran straight up, grabbed my hands in hers and was about an inch from my face when she says,

Details Details

Wow, overwhelming demand yesterday for details!  Okay where to begin …

How about with JagMan?  No one missed a post.  I just … am done.  I called him Sunday, and I was in the midst of leaving him a voice mail, you know, typical stuff, “Hi JagMan!  This is QT.  Just give me a call back when …” And then it dawned on me.  I did not want him to call me back.  Ever.  I had no desire to ever talk to him again so why on earth was I dragging it out like this?  So the rest of the message on his voice mail sounded like this, “… Actually, no, you don’t need to call me back.  This is not working for me.  I just, well, I don’t want to see you anymore.  Ever.  But good luck to you, and with that whole thing about living with your mom.  Sooooooo okay then, bye!” And I hung up.  I sat there blinking for a minute, kinda had that heart thumping feeling, but at the same time?  The tidal wave of RELIEF rushed over me as well.  And for those of you concerned for JagMan, let me assure you, the handsome devil is going to be just fine.  Trust me.

Hmm .. ah yes, The Blind Date.  There was no click, no connection.  He was yawning by 10.30pm and looking at his watch.  I sort of stared at him and sighed, saying, “Do you just want to go?” And he smiled and said, “Yes! Thanks!”  I laughed and said, “Sure thing.”  Home by 11pm on a Saturday evening.  Lovely that.  The highlight of my evening was listening to the bartender waiting on us.  He had an Irish accent.  Lovely THAT!

Speaking of Irish, I spoke to Irishman last night for the first time in a while.  I’ve decided it really is time to try and let go, as much as that pains me.  He and I will never be, we all know this.  But I do miss him.  I told him of my blind date and he was astonished at the man yawning, and kept saying, “You are not boring!  How could this be?”  And that made me smile.  No matter what happens, I know he and I will be friends for a long time.

Now I’m still stuck on my plan to become the cat lady.  I figure, soon, very soon I’ll be looking just like her ——->

Cleaning House and I’m The Cat Lady

First order of business – Blind Date.  Oh wait!  Let me rephrase this.  Blind Date – FAIL.  And that’s all I have to say about that.

So this past weekend, QTMama cleaned house.  There is no more JagMan, there is no more Pumpkin, there is no more Blind Date Man.  As of Sunday, there is just me and my girl.  QT is throwing in the towel and becoming The Cat Lady.

That’s right, I’m going to adopt 16 cats, live alone with said cats and my girl.  I am going to be a spinster.

And just so we are clear, so that you all understand what a spinster is?  A definition for you …

Six Years Ago Today …

… the best thing that’s ever happened to me was born.  My little girl came flying into this world with a tenacity that is still such a large part of who she is today.  I think about the day she was born, the absolute wonder I felt at finally, finally seeing the little face I had dreamed about for nine months.  And moment I saw her, all pissed off at being born out of her warm cocoon and letting the world know it by getting air into those lungs.  I counted ten fingers, ten toes and looked at her dad, who was staring in amazement as well.  He gingerly, oh so nervous, took her to hold his daughter for the first time.  He stared at her little face and said, “Emilee.  I like Emilee.”  I smiled, as we still hadn’t agreed on a name for a girl, and told him I loved it.  Emilee it was.

Thursday’s Thoughts

I’m amazed.  Friday is Emilee’s sixth birthday.  Six years old.  I’ve been thinking back to her baby days, to her first bath, or the first time her dad changed a poopy diaper with a towel over his face because he has an easy gag reflex.  The more I think about it, the more emotional I become.  So, I’ve decided to dedicate tomorrow’s blog entry to her.  She is, after all, my reason for everything.

I’m hoping you all had a wonderful Valentine’s Day!  Mine was quite nice, with JagMan surprising me with some flowers and an evening out for dinner and … get this … a night filled with Irish music!  How excited was I, seriously.  He done good people.

Also, my video for the Karate Girl is complete.  I successfully broke many a board with my very own fist.  While I can not show it to you as it’s technically owned by my company, I can show you this one.  It’s where I got my inspiration, and I thank ClarkBug for sending it to me.

I mean really, who could watch this video and NOT know how to break boards with your bare hands?

Blind Date Man is this Saturday.  I’ve seen a picture or two, talked to him via email and on the phone last night.  So far, so good.  I will of course, keep you updated.

My Throat, The Blind Date and Narcissism

QTMama has been down and out for a few days kids, with what my doctor has called an “acute infection of your throat.”  As I tested negative for Strep Throat, she has called this a bacterial infection centered in my throat and sent me off with antibiotics, a note to stay off of work for a few days, and a sticker for Emilee.  Such an odd thing, I have no stuffy nose!  Just this terrible throat pain.  So while I’m laid up on my couch, drinking the coldest water I can manage, Emilee in school, I actually have some time to blog!  WOOT.

As for the Blind Date, it’s this Saturday.  Let’s hope I’m feeling better by then, I had better be. 

Something interesting yesterday – a reader, a lurker perhaps, stepped out of hiding to leave a comment on my blog in the Blind Date post.  I can only assume (and Berni, please correct me if I’m mistaken!) that Berniwood read the post where I mentioned Narcissism.  It was actually my post titled What a Jerk, where I defined The Narcissist as well, let’s not beat around the bush here, Dick.  Let’s review:

The Narcissist

This is probably, by far, the hardest jerk to spot. Lisa Earle McLeod, author of Forget Perfect says, “Jerkiness is related to narcissism. A jerk usually has a long history of failed relationships, and they’ll always tell you why it was the other person’s fault. The relationship gets really serious really fast, they get infatuated, but the second the jerk finds out that you’re not perfect and you no longer see them as perfect, they become demanding and critical.”

And once that disappointment blemishes the relationship, the narcissist can never retrieve the fantasy feeling of true love. That euphoria of perfection in another. And in my experience, by the time you figure it out, you’re in too deep to simply walk away. Warning signs here? The long history of the failed relationships – relationships that ended always at the fault of the other person, they want to get serious VERY fast and then there’s the infatuation. As romantic as it may seem, be careful. Love at first sight by someone can be dangerous as well as romantic.

Berni suggested that perhaps it’s ME that’s The Narcissist.  This in fact, got me to thinking.  I believe there are different kinds of Narcissism, but this was the definition I chose to use.  This was, to me, the exact definition of Dick.  Yet I can’t help but to wonder, is this in fact, what I’ve been doing to the men I’ve dated since Dick?  It’s a good question, perhaps Berni has a point here.  So I open it for discussion to you, dear readers.  Is QTMama a Narcissist?  Or am I just choosy?  And please, be candid.  Cuz you know I will. 

The Proverbial Blind Date

Yup, the inevitable has happened.  The “I have someone I want you to meet!” statement.

I’ve recently become reacquainted with an old friend of mine from high school via a social networking sight.  This girl and I were, at one time, very close, very good friends and were together all the time.  She knew my family, I knew hers, she knew my Ins-and-Outs and I knew hers.  And, as we got older, got married, had full time jobs and a mortgage, we sort of drifted into our own worlds and lost contact.  This past weekend we met for dinner and the nice thing was, we didn’t skip a beat.  It was like those years of not talking never happened, and we had a great night.

So last night she gives me a ring and proceeds to give me the statement, “I have someone I want you to meet!  You’d be perfect for each other!” I even failed at having Blank VOICE here, because she caught me SO off guard that I stuttered around the words, trying to say no thank you.  But the more she talked, I must say I became a bit intrigued by this Mystery Blind Date Man.  He’s a single dad, divorced.  He’s got a job, does not live with his mother, and apparently, according to my friend, is very attractive in what she calls, “A QT sort of way”.  That simply put, means she and I have different taste in men.  And so I began to think about this …

I’m sure anyone who has been on a blind date (and would you believe I never have?) has horror stories, I mean, we’ve all heard them, right?  But aren’t there also scores of people that have happy endings from blind dates as well?  As I was contemplating this, I’ve come up with some good reasons to in fact, have this blind date.  And now I offer them to you.

1) Excitement: It’s like a little adventure, isn’t it?  And you know this QTMama is all about me having some adventures!  I mean, at the very worst, this could in fact be my next Weird Thing of the Week.  It’s not like weird shit doesn’t happen to me all the time as it is.  Imagine the anticipation though … of wondering what he looks like, if we will get along, if he’s attractive on more than a physical level … yes, it’s intriguing,  isn’t it?

2) Hope: Ahhhhh HOPE.  Yes, as you may know, hope is one of my favorite words.  As I’ve said before, I admit, I’m an eternal optimist.  Hope.  I have hope.  I want hope.  I love the hope. I encourage others to have the hope.  Because in the end, when the world says, “Give up,” Hope whispers, “Try one more time”.  So I figure Hope can also whisper, “Try it for the first time.”

3) Anonymity: I don’t know him, he doesn’t know me.  We may spend some time together today, but tomorrow we could both disappear into our separate lives, never to meet again.  That’s the beauty of a blind date, is it not?

4) Romance:  What if he turns out to be The One? I realize this is somewhat … fanciful of me, but it’s there nonetheless and you know, how cool would that be?  I’d have the best story EVER.

So, for now, I’ve decided to go ahead with this blind date.  I’m not sure when or where it’s going to happen, but as always, I’ll keep you informed.

And if any of you have some stories to share with me regarding blind dates, now is the perfect time!

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Ramble Ramble Ramble

It’s Valentines Day this Saturday!  I have agreed to spend the evening with JagMan and am sort of looking forward to it.  He is still in the picture, even though when in my Funk Period I was somewhat rude to him.  *QT with sheepish look* It’s like I was trying to push him away.  I cancelled on him Friday night at the last minute this past weekend.  I didn’t answer his phone calls that evening, as I was deep in my funk and wanted nothing to do with anyone.  I spent the day with Shannon on Saturday, and totally gave him a hard time all day.  I had dinner with a friend from high school Saturday night and told him I was going home after, to call me.  Instead I went to the bar with her and had a grand old time and didn’t answer his phone calls again.  Sunday I told him I had plans and spent the day doing something else.  And truth be told, if a man treated ME this way?  I’d sooooo be out of there.  And I can’t believe he’s still … well, here.  So when he asked me about Valentines Day, I am sure I blinked for a while because really, it didn’t even occur to me to spend the evening with him.  And really, why would he want to spend it with me after the way I’d been treating him?  But he asked, and I said yes, and this time, I won’t be cancelling on him.  He did bring me roses and beer after all.  What else could a girl ask for?

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It was very very foggy here this morning, and very warm.  When Emilee and I were leaving for school, we stepped outside and she looked at the fog and said, “Mommy!  The sky is very, very low this morning!”  I had to laugh and hug her.  She makes life so much better.

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When I was a little girl, my grandfather (the Irish one) gave me a “worry stone”.  It was this smooth rock that basically you could rub your thumb or finger over when worried about something.  The picture I’ve posted of it is exactly what mine looked like.  I had this stone with me forever, and somewhere along the way, sadly, I lost it.  I loved my worry stone, and have often looked for another one when in a random store, yet had never found one.  Until this past weekend.  I found and bought a brand new worry stone, and I’m utterly excited about it.  I know, crazy, isn’t it?  But that’s the life of a QTMama, people.

DeFunkification Process – Complete!

Well, all is better in QTMama world, the DeFunkification Process is complete.  I FEEL BETTER!  I’m ready to blog blog blog and get caught up with everyone else’s blog that I’ve been missing, and am ready to tackle the world again.  Funk period – OVER.  W to the OOT!

During the Funk Period, as I’ve come to name it, I watched the movie Leaving Las Vegas.  I had not seen this movie before, but I’ll tell you this – it did less than nothing to cheer my mood, DAMN.  The dude drank himself to death, literally.   Note to self – watch happy movies during Funk Period.

Sleeping as much as possible during the Funk Period was imperative.  I literally, slept as much as humanly possible.  While I’d love to give you a reason why?  I got nothing.  Just know I slept a shitload.

Oh and for those interested, Random Esquire did in fact, break up with Pumpkin for me.  How you are wondering?  Well, when Pumpkin sent me an email that had this statement in it, “I realize the frequency of our communication has fallen off a fair amount these last couple weeks, so I was trying not to read too much into it” I immediately realized this was MY CHANCE.  This was the opening I was waiting for.  And then I went into full out girl mode fluttering around trying to decide how to approach this.  When I forwarded the conversation to RE for advice, a few minutes later, I received an email from Random with the most perfect way to approach this EVER.  I sent that to Pumpkin as my own, as this continued throughout the day.  FABULOUS I TELL YOU!  So, I promised RE I’d give credit where credit is due.  Yup, having an attorney do your dirty work kicks ass.

Saturday, as the funk was starting to subside, I received a text from ShaNaNa wondering if I’d be interested in heading to the mall.  I was in fact, interested, and pleased because it’s some good girl time together without the kids.  She mentions to me that her cosmetics company is having the “Free Gift” offer this weekend, if you spend over a certain amount.  Fine fine, I had some eyeliner to buy myself so that works.  Then we get there.  And I see the sheer magnitude of women in line.  And instantly give her the “OH HOLY HELL” look and she laughs and says, “I know I know”.  So we wait.  And wait.  And wait.  And W A I T with frickin women bitching in and around us about the wait.  Of course having ONE person ringing everyone up that was NOT the brightest crayon in the box didn’t help either.  But what bothered me the most?   The CLOSE STANDER behind me.  I was approximately half a second from turning around and saying, “Bitch, back the hell OFF” but … took control of the situation and moved myself into ShaNaNa’s personal space instead.

Because this song was  a key part of my DeFunk Process, I’m sharing it with you.  And yes, it’s a song that Irishman sings as well.

Updates about JagMan tomorrow.  The boy just doesn’t know what to do with someone that blows him off on a continuous basis.    Happy Monday Friends!

Funk – With a Capital F

I seem to be in a funk, and yes, with a capital “F”. 

I’d like to explain it a bit more, I’m just not sure I can.  I’m generally dissatisfied at the moment, with pretty much everything.  I feel as if I’m floundering at my job, not very interested in it as of late.  I am more than easily frustrated with Emilee, which I hate, but it’s truth.  She’s not been feeling well and has been more whiny than usual, and this has not helped, of course.  I haven’t committed to any plans with anyone but ShaNaNa, I can’t even seem to just find a general happiness in anything right now.

JagMan is affected by this as well.  I just … could care less and for some reason, this has just made him pursue me with more intensity.  This week JagMan has sent a dozen white roses, delivered a six pack of my favorite beer, called and phoned more than any man has in a year.  And in all honesty, if he disappeared I’d probably never blink an eye at it.

I did manage to have Random Esquire break with up Pumpkin for me, and truth be told, it was by far the best break up I’ve ever had.  I’m very pleased with this.  And special thanks to RE for taking care of that for me. 

What is it that puts me in this funk? I have no idea.  But laying down for a nap till this funk goes away would be just fine with me.  Cuz nothing, not even my girl or my booze is helping.

Suggestions are welcome.

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