Chemistry and Drunk Dials and Chemistry

It has come to my attention in recent months, that to have a “chemistry” with someone, a TRUE chemistry, can be a rare thing.  And the more I thought about it, I decided to do a bit of research, because there are many ways to have chemistry with someone, methinks.  So let’s start with the most important …

Here’s The Thing …

In relationships, you gotta take the good with the bad.

You gotta take the other person’s good, as well as their bad.  They in turn, have to take your good and your bad.  This holds true in all relationships – friendships, family relationships, one-on-one relationships, etc.

You know what I’m saying?  It’s like …

Sometimes, there is a pigeon and there is a statue.

And sometimes, you just gotta be the statue.

Ten Honest Things

Thanks to CaNook, or Canadian Bald Guy, for the Honest Scrap Award!  I read his list and thought it was great, and in the spirit of having some fun with it, I’m adding mine.  I will not tag anyone else, cuz ya know, I normally don’t do that stuff but am inviting everyone who reads to join!

“The Honest Scrap award is given by other bloggers who consider a blog’s content or design to be brilliant.  The awardee must then post ten honest things about themselves and pass the award on to other bloggers who fit the bill – in other words, whose blog is brilliant.”

So thank you again, CaNook, this one is fun!

And away we go …

1) I once fell out of a car. I was 7, my sister was 17.  We were driving down the road, (and of course no one wore seat belts back then) and I was leaning on the door of her old junker car when it opened, and bam, I fell out.  She kept driving for a bit before realizing I was gone.

Life As I Know It

FORGIVE ME!  It’s been way too long since my last blog entry! I fear this summer time schedule will keep me from my beloved blogging more so than usual, between work, Emilee, ShaNaNa, drinking time, pool time, trying to get a tan time, meeting a nice man time, when is a girl supposed to blog? 

Let’s see, some updates for you.  I’ve not officially told McP that we are done yet.  He must suspect something is up, because I came home from work the other day (ironically, this was on his birthday as well) to find these waiting for me at my door:

He sent me three dozen roses.  THREE dozen.  On HIS birthday.  *Sigh*  You know I’m a sucker for flowers, yet …  I couldn’t do it at that point, it was his birthday!  I’m working on it, however.

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This past Thursday night ShaNaNa and I went out to drink our dinner, have some dinner.  We ate our meal and hell, we were at a pub, let’s have a few beers.  We were sitting and having one of our in depth conversations that we do about sex, when a man at the bar turns around and says, “How are you ladies doing?”  I smile, cuz ya know, he’s cute and we eventually invite him to sit down with us.  It became quite apparent to me that this man has had … how to put this … a very easy time in dating women.  He’s built, good-looking, has a good job, nice smile, sense of humor.  There were women texting him as he sat and had some laughs with us, and soon he made it apparent (he touched me more than Emilee does in a day) that he was interested in me.  Now I won’t lie, I was interested in him as well but … his arrogance preceded him.  And I find that quite unattractive in a man.  So I smiled, let him touch me and flirted back.

Now at one, he opened his mouth to say something and his gum fell out, landed on the sleeve of his white Polo shirt, and I’m not so sure he realized it landed ON his shirt.  I think he thought it just fell to the floor so he kept on talking, all the while the green gum sitting on the shoulder of his white shirt, just looking so stupidly out of place that I immediately looked over at ShaNaNa to see her staring at it with that look on her face that recognize.  The “Laughter is Coming Shortly” look, and I look back to see the gum still sitting there, so I said to him, “DUDE.  How do you just keep going, keep on talkin’ when you damn well KNOW gum fell out of your mouth?”

Shan busted out laughing, so did I, so did the dude in the wheelchair that had joined our table.  Which come to think of it was a ya know, high pub table and he was so … low!  We kept leaning down to talk to him, and now that I think of what shirts we were wearing I understand.  So never mind that.

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Bob the Chipmunk is still living under our porch, I must try to get some pictures of him.  This is, also, much to Emilee’s delight and not mine.  He ran into the garage AGAIN yesterday when I was putting some air in the tires of our bicycles, but this time?  He saw me.  I know he saw me.  He stopped, stared at me for a minute, and ran at me, yet AGAIN.  I screamed and dropped everything and ran by him while he ran around the garage again for a few minutes.  My neighbor heard my screech and came down to see what the issue was.  I told her of Bob and she laughed, so for a while both of us had brooms trying to get the little shit out of the garage.  He finally ran out.  Ugh.  I swear he knows I’m freaked out by him.

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I’ve not commented much on blogs as of late, so I’m off to comment bomb all of you!

Random Esquire and Emilee

Last night, before bedtime for Emilee, she and I were enjoying some snuggle time on the couch while she was reading me a book, when I get a text message from RE that says, “QT! I’m such an idiot!”  I was responding with a simple “Yes” when my phone rang, and one Random Esq. was calling.

I told Em to hang on a minute, I had to get the phone.  She pauses and in her 6 year old way, completely listened to my end of the conversation, which had me laughing and then saying, “I’m sorry!  That’s terrible!” because RE had indeed, acted like an idiot.  The following is for your amusement.

“RE!  Seriously?  Ugh, I’m so sorry!” says QT.

“Mom! What happened??” asks Emilee.

QT says, pulling phone away from ear a bit, “Nothing honey, everything is fine.”

“Well why are you saying you’re sorry?”  asks Emilee.

“Because my friend did something silly, hon, no big deal,” says QT.

Emilee eavesdropped some more, and then yells …

“MOM! Did RE puke? I bet RE puked!” says Em.

“Honey!  No!  RE did not puke!” I proclaimed.

At this point I tried to get back to my conversation but RE was laughing too hard to continue.

Where she gets this stuff I just don’t know.  But God Knows I love the hell out of her.

Back Home!

What a great weekend!  Lots of shopping, lots of drinks, lots of fun.

As summer is officially here, and I say officially because it made me grin to see how excited Emilee was to be done with school for the year (and after all, isn’t that when summer “officially” starts?), I’m so ready for it, I can’t even tell you.  Longs weekends at the pool, bike rides, and last night Em and I kicked it off by hitting up the local ice cream parlor, spending a good hour and a half using sidewalk chalk on our driveway, and of course, the smell of fresh cut grass.  Mmmmm …

Our summer schedule with Em’s dad will change a bit, so she’ll be spending every other weekend with him, and every Thursday night as well.  This way he and I can share a bit of the greatness that is our kid.  Who by the way, informed me last night that she will no longer be dating her current boyfriend, because she wants to be “single and free” this summer.

*Blink*

My kid is six.  WTF?

I believe at one time or another, I’ve mentioned I Live, I Date, I Learn.  Let’s just say I am learning every day, more and more, that I’m worth a whole helluva lot more than what I’m being offered at the moment.  I still stick to the same motto, if a man wants a woman, he’ll pursue.  So I see no point in pursuing someone that can like me at one moment and dismiss me the next.  And really, why would I want to be with someone that can dismiss someone that easily?  Only shows how he’ll be in the future and I know damn well I’m worth more than that.  So I let that go, because … well, it’s easy now.  I have new eyeballs, you see.    Learning to look at things for what they are and not what they could be?  Is one of the best things I could do for myself.

And, as Sunshine says, “We all see things in our own ways, don’t we?”

Something To Think About

“Letting go doesn’t mean giving up, but rather accepting that there are things that cannot be.”

What say you?

Marilyn Monroe

I dig Marilyn Monroe.  For all of her beauty, for the fact that she wore a size 12 and was sexy as hell, and for the fact that she was more than just a pretty face.   The woman had some intelligence in my opinion.

Decisions Decisions

Often when I’m faced with making difficult decisions, I do the if I do this then I’ll have that method of approaching the decision.  Of course I want my decision to have a fabulous outcome, but this life being mine, that hasn’t always happened.

“At the heart of all of our difficulties lies the issue of finding our desires impossible to fulfill in the moment of desiring fulfillment.”

I think, when making a decision, if you expect this fabulous outcome?  You start monitoring whether or not it has arrived.  And when it does not arrive, we are left with feelings of worry, anxiety, anger or fear.

Which really kind of pisses me off because I SO DO THIS.

Yet I’m trying, I’m trying to change this.  I’m trying to take the from the heart method of decision making, because I believe it’s the better thing to do, for myself, for Emilee, for our lives.

It’s kind of ironic though, that the from the heart decisions are often harder to make (and stick to) than any other method.  I have a much easier time with decisions when my heart is not involved.

Weekend Adventures

Hmm … let’s highlight some important things that happened this past weekend, shall we?

1) Drinks and dinner while listening to some of my favorite Irish Music.  Oh yes, how could that be wrong?

*Note:  Look at that garnish on that martini, that does do something to make it look even more delicious doesn’t it?

2) I ate Bacon. *drool*

3) I shopped.  And shopped. With ShaNaNa of course, she is my personal shopper after all.

4) I saw a bald man with a beard wearing a dress, earrings and carrying a purse that I admit to being somewhat jealous of.

5) I added one more lip gloss to my collection.  Grand Total of Lip Glosses that I carry in my purse? 18