Click-ity Click, Part Deux

I was still in my rambling mode, not exactly realizing what ShaNaNa had done by texting him, so when she went off to talk to him, I had no idea this was happening.  It wasn’t until she got back and said, “He’s totally got a crush on you!” and I stared at her.

“How do you know this?” I asked.

“He just told me,” she said.

“HE DID WHAT?!” I shrieked at her, in shock.

“I just talked to him! He totally thinks your gorgeous and has had a crush on you forever! Go ask him out!” she tells me.

I stood there staring at her.  Well!  This is one way to get the ball rolling isn’t it??  I jumped around some more asking thousands of questions and she laughed and just grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the broadcasting booth to see DJBlueEyes.  I smoothed my clothes, checked my lip gloss, tried to make sure my hair wasn’t gross and I walk up the stairs, he turns around and smiles at me.  And then…

Click-ity Click!

One night, well over a year ago, ShaNaNa and I headed out to paint the town some red.  In fact, I blogged a bit about it here: ShaNaNa + QTMama.   We had met a boy that night, who works at a radio station in town. In fact, I blogged a bit about him here:  Fever of the Boogie.  He’s a DJ, forever furthermore known as DJBlueEyes.  For a bit over a year, DJBlueEyes has become a friend of ours, with he finding us on FaceBook, chatting when we’ve run into him, always putting us on the list at the club so we never pay cover, buying us some drinks, and always, most always, being just one of THE most true, friendly men we’ve met.  We both have remarked time and again just how sweet DJBlueEyes is.

So this past weekend, when ShaNaNa and I had our monthly outing, we decided some 80’s music was in order and promptly texted DJBlueEyes to let him know we were on our way.  Ahhh, a night of dancing and drinks to some spectacular 80’s music on the light up dance floor with the disco ball turning above us.  We promptly got a couple of beers upon arriving,  and ran up to say hi to DJBlueEyes and give some hugs, laughing and talking and getting caught up.  He joked around with us about “our song” (and yes, ShaNaNa and I have a song), that he’d make sure it was going to be on soon, and then he had to go back on air, so off we went to dance and have some fun.

Taking A Break

Hello friends,

Between work, Emilee starting the new school year, friends, social life, work, and work again, just a note to let you know I’m taking a blogging break.  I’ll be back in a few days, hopefully with some updates you’ll find enjoyable.

And wish me luck, I have a date this weekend with a new boy!  He’s cute … I am just waiting to see if I hear the “click”.

Fondly,

QT

The Reset Button

I wish I had one.  Sort of like the “Easy” button they show on the commercials.  I WANT a Reset button.  I would so use it for certain times during my life.  Hmm … It would be like an automatic redo!  I could simply hit the Reset button and Redo that moment over again.  Do you know how so very much I would love that?  Anytime I’ve done something that I want to kick my own ass for, I could simply pull out my handy Reset button, give it a good whack, and BAM!  I could redo that moment!  Hmmm, let’s review …

Once in high school, I turned down a guy for a date because he was shorter than me and I was embarrassed by that.  I’ve always remembered that and have always been ashamed of myself for it.  But the thing is, he was also really cute.  I was always sorry I never said yes.  BAM! Reset – YES, I will go out with you cute short man.

Sex.  MY GOD how I wish I could BAM! Reset some sexual moments.  Because then I could tell the assclown, “Actually, you’re having sex with my sheets, not me.”

Gamble, Grumble, Gobble

• This past weekend, I hit the casino.  I threw $20 into a video poker machine, hit four aces almost immediately, made a loud girl noise because I hit for 600 quarters – I NEVER WIN and then, three hands later, hit four jacks.  WOOT!  I walked away with $380 in my pocket after all was said and done.  I was wearing my IRISH shirt so I immediately texted My Irishman to let him know of my winnings.  Clearly that shirt is good luck.  He was sleeping but wrote back later, “Congrats babe! It’s about time!”  And it was, because I usually lose on those damn things when I’m in Vegas.
• Speaking of my Irishman, yesterday he sent a text that I thought said, “I want to discuss your Blood.”  I swear, I looked at it three times before realizing it actually said, “I want to discuss True Blood.”  I giggled while responding.
• Saturday night I was out with LetEmBreathe having some adult beverages.  Once again, he wiped away my tears.  Seriously, I owe him one night where I don’t break out into crying fits.
• Today, I made my FaceBook status this:  ”QTMama (except it was my real name) would like to interupt this FaceBook status to tell you that Beyonce should have won best female video at the VMA’s.” And then I laughed.  A lot.
• Did you know calling someone a “douchebag” prompts hysterical laughter from me?  Not sure why, but damn, I laugh a lot when I hear that.
• I ate an entire footlong sub from Subway yesterday.  With chips. And a drink.
• I was reading a Readers Digest article when I saw this little fun fact:  The only animal besides a human that can get sunburn: Pig. Mmmmmmmmmm … bacon.
• I have been reading that book again, He’s Just Not That Into You. I laughed when I read this, “You already have one asshole.  You don’t need another.”   I, of course, at that point, thought of Dick. And oh ho ho, HOW TRUE.
• Stale Starburst kinda suck.  I still eat them however.

Sometimes …

Sometimes I wonder what direction life is taking me, and then I realize I can make my life GO in any direction I want it to.

Sometimes I think that being alone is lonely, but I’ve learned that being with someone who makes you feel like shit is worse.

Sometimes I wonder why I wait so long to get my hair cut!  I look like a shaggy dog.

Sometimes I wonder why I wait so long to get my hair cut, but never ever wait to get my nails done.

Sometimes I laugh at my own Facebook status updates.

Sometimes I think that October can’t get here fast enough.  ShaNaNa and I are heading to Florida for a few days of grown up girl time.

Sometimes I think that cutting my lawn is fun; other times I swear loudly when I’m doing it because the lawn mower is on and no one can hear all of my swear words.

Sometimes I check to make sure that there will be beer there, before going somewhere I’m not sure I want to be.

Sometimes I look at my daughter and think I’m the luckiest mom in the world.

Sometimes I look at my ex-husband and think my daughter is too much like him.

Sometimes I look around my desk at work and think I’m a slob.

Sometimes I avoid my dishwasher because I don’t want to empty all of the clean dishes inside of it.

Hmmm …

One constant though.

All of the time, I laugh when people fall down.  :)

Sex Advice. From My Mother.

I know I’ve said this before, but I must say this again, I love my mother.  I really do.  But sometimes, I want to run to Ireland and hide in a pub somewhere, not having any communication with my mom for a month.  Or longer.

This morning, my phone rang and it was my mom, and we had our normal conversation which of course, always starts out this way…

QT: “Hello?”

Mom: “Hi honey!  Are you at work?”

It’s 9.20am.  I work, everyday, and start at nine.  And every day, every damn day she asks that question.

QT: “Yup, at work mom.  What’s up?”

Mom: Well we are at the store and wondered what Emilee would like to snack on …

So mom and I have a quickie convo about what snacks Emilee will eat when she’s visiting my parents for a while on Friday evening after school.  I realize I am very lucky, my parents love Miss Em more than they do any of their other grandkids.  They are such a big part of her life, it’s truly wonderful.  So I hang up smiling, thinking just how much I love me some of my mama.

Then my phone rings again, five minutes later, and I see it’s mom again.

Random Brain Thoughts

1) There is no sarcasm font, and I want there to be.  Badly.

2) I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand, making Emilee carry 5 in each of her hand, than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.

3) The sense of camaraderie I feel when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent the dick from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers and sisters!  STAY STRONG!

4) I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Damnit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voice mail. What’d you do after I didn’t answer? Drop the phone and run away?

5) The old razor in my shower that I swear at every morning for having dull blades.  Clearly that’s the razor’s fault.

6) Pennies are the most annoying thing ever.  I know I’ve complained about this before, but really.  I loathe pennies.  I never ever need more than four yet I have thousands in my purse, and never can I find them when I decide to actually use the little fuckers.

7) I keep some people’s phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they text, or call.

8 ) My worst decisions in life usually make my best stories.

9) Barbie’s full name is Barbara Millicent Roberts.  At least this is what I’ve read.  Somehow, I don’t picture cute little Barbie with a middle name of Millicent.

10) My reality is different from most everyone I know.  This amazes and confuses me all at the same time.

11) I don’t care how cute that baby pig is, all I can see when I look at it is bacon.

First Grade. Oh My.

Today my girl starts first grade.  FIRST grade!  I thought I was in awe last year when she started kindergarten, but this year is even bigger.  It’s the start of her going to school all day, it’s just … the start of so much for her.  She was excited, a bit nervous as she has a new teacher this year and isn’t with all the kids she was in kindergarten with.  But mostly excited, and man oh man, so was her mom.  I remember blogging last year when she started kindergarten, and how excited I was, and how much it makes me think back to the day she was born … so to keep the tradition up, enjoy.  You know I couldn’t have a nice normal birth, right?

Once, Long Ago …

Once upon a time, long before Miss Emilee was ever even a twinge in my loins, I was married to a man, whom you all know as my Ex-DH.  DH being Dear Hubby or Dick Head, depending.  Today it’s Ex-Dear Hubby. Anyway, one of things I loved about him most was his sense of humor, we laughed once upon a time, and a lot.  For some reason, I was driving to work this morning when a song came on, and I had a memory flash back into my head.  I laughed the whole way to work, and decided to share the story.

I admit to being that girl.  I’m that girl that will listen to a song I like over and over and over again.  This use to drive Ex-DH nuts. Absolutely nuts.  It grated on his nerves for some reason, like nails on a chalkboard.  So from time to time, when driving in my car, I didn’t care what he thought and would listen to the same song, over and over again.

I remember this one particular time, when I had discovered a new band I was in love with, yes … it was Matchbox 20.  Oh Rob Thomas, how I love thee.  Regardless, when their new hit 3 A.M came out, I’d listen to it.  Again and again.  And again.

So on one particular sunny day, the Ex-DH and I were driving along in my convertible, top down, in a little downtown area where the speed limit was only 25 MPH.  Matchbox 20 came on the radio, singing their 3 A.M. song.  I turned it up, smiling brilliantly at Ex-DH because I was oh-so-happy to hear Rob Thomas on the radio.  He rolled his eyes and made some comment about my love for Rob.  Whatever, it was a gorgeous day, the sun was shining, my hair was gently blowing in the wind, the top was down on my cute pre-child car, and my man was on the radio as we slowly drove along.