Thoughts for Monday

1) Em and I are officially home from Florida – no tans, (it was FREEZING!) but plenty of fun was still had.  Emilee absolutely loved Sea World, having no fear at touching any underwater sea creature!  She pet dolphins, sting rays, more sting rays and whatever else they allowed people to touch, she was right there.  We spent Thanksgiving Day at Sea World, and on the way home that evening she declared that going to Sea World was much better than eating turkey.

2) While gone, my Cookie, Random Esquire, did a blog post about my being impervious to the … OFFENSIVE things RE can say, and let’s be honest, usually does, to me.   Of course we have the poem written and dedicated to me, about me – being a whore.  Then we have the fact that RE has declared that I have a canyon-sized vagina, the stabbing story RE came up with when I was visiting, the reason why RE likes to be called Baby as a pet name, the wishes that RE makes that any man that comes into my life has an incredibly small penis … I mean really, I could go on and on.  And on. And on and on and on …

Yet the thing is, I’m not offended Cookie. In fact, all of these things (and all of the other things) make me love you even more. But I want you to keep trying.  ;)  Perhaps one day you will succeed!

3) Attention:  Danielle.

I heart the nickname Voice Dude! I do not heart the nickname VD!

*Laugh*

Although I admit it took me a second before I realized I was actually going to be referring to him as a STD.  ;)

Strong Spooning! Florida! Sea World! Thanksgiving!

I have to say this, because it’s so true.  There is something about a man that can flat out spoon that is sexy as hell.  His body is curled around mine in the same position, both on our sides, his arm around me, allowing us to be touching as much of each other as possible; our bodies resemble two nested spoons snug in a drawer.

*Pause*

I’ve been trying to put my finger on a certain aspect of spooning that I find so sexy.  I kept coming back to one thing, and it dawned on me.

Strong Spooning

Now I’m laying here laughing.  I feel at a loss for words, which freaking never happens to me.  Okay so Strong Spooning.  When a man is strong about the spooning?  Tucking me in there with strong arms … where I’m tight in his hold?  Almost to the point of moving ME and MY body around to fit his?  Oh my goodness.  S E X Y.

Yup, strong spooning.  I am a FAN!  I need a like button on my blog.  ;)  I LIKIE.

Dating, The New Boy and Drunk ShaNaNa

Oh my oh my.  Weekends are a fabulous thing sometimes.  I had a date with the New Boy on Thursday night.  Which turned into a date with the New Boy on Friday night.  Which turned into a date with the New Boy on Saturday night.

*Blink*

I was ready to knock on my OWN forehead and ask, Who ARE You?

I mean, you all know this isn’t the QT norm.  At all.  In fact, this hasn’t been the QT norm since the entrance and departure of Dick into my life.  I’ve spent so much time on my own since his departure that I was beginning to think that was the way I liked it.  I would get antsy, almost, when anyone was with me longer than 5 hours.  And then … well, he happened.  And I’m processing this still, but this is the Voice Guy I mentioned in my last post.  Here is the story.  I heard his voice. I fully admit that I have a thing for voices.  A deep, sexy voice on a man just does something for me.  So when I heard that voice, I followed it till I saw the man. (I know that sounds weird, and I was really just going to take a PEEK, I SWEAR IT!)  And when I saw the man, I blinked in surprise. Surely this man was married. He’s too cute and well, really freaking cute, not to be married. Or have a girlfriend.  Or well, something.

He’s not married.  He’s not in a relationship.  He is divorced and is a single dad.  And my God is he cute.

So after our Thursday night date went so well, he asked me out for Friday.  Did I mention he opens my car doors?  And after our Friday night date went so well, he asked me out for Saturday.  Did I mention he opened my car door, even when I was driving? And for our Saturday night date, we decided to meet up with ShaNaNa and her DH for some dinner and drinks.

The Week in Review

So this has been an excellent week.  EXCELLENT.

Let’s review.

Monday: Day off of work. W to the OOT. Em had school, so when my Mama called and asked if I’d like to go to the casino, I said sure, why not.  I brought $40 to spend that day.  I was approximately six dollars into losing my money on a video poker machine when something happened.  I had held a single Ace.  Then lights started going off and the machine started making this crazy noise.  I stared in shock at the dollar amount … it climbed.  And climbed. And it went up and up past $300.  Past $400.  I won $500 on Four Aces with a Deuce kicker.  See? EXCELLENT.

After the big win, I was done gambling but still hoping my mom hit for something so I was wandering around when I heard something.  And by something I mean this … male voice. Like a deep, sexy “I should be on the radio” male voice.  I followed the sound of said voice till it brought me to the man.  Who was cute.  In fact, he was very, very cute.  And for now, that’s all I have to say about that.  ;)

Tuesday: Back to work.  I was doing my rounds of blog reading and saw this post at Canadian Bald Guy’s Blog. I don’t know that I’ve laughed so hard at anything in a long time.  I love me some CBG, but OH MY GOD.   His daughter started her period.  He is, to say the least, a tad freaked out.  I didn’t start laughing till I saw this …

Dating In Your *Cough* Late(r) Thirties

You know what, dating in your thirties? I’ve not been … well, quiet about the fact I think it sucks. I mean, this is the world according to QT so bear with me.

Now, if I meet a man who is my age (over 35), and he hasn’t been married? RED FLAG. If I meet a man and he is my age but divorced, and doesn’t have children? Well, not so much a red flag but ya know, they don’t GET IT like the men that have children do. If I meet a man and he’s divorced and has kids? Great! Typically though, blah blah, it doesn’t work.  Or it hasn’t been working in my case.  *Laugh*

If I may borrow one of my favorite movie quotes, it’s like I’m too old to be young and I’m to young to be old.

DAMMIT.

And then, you meet someone.  And you have all of those giddy feelings.  Those feelings that if you could put them in a bottle and sell it?  You’d make a gazillion dollars.

And then, you meet someone. And you wonder, is this the one?  Will this one be the one?

And then, you meet someone. And you also wonder with a sigh, if he’s not the one, what will he be?

And then, you meet someone.  And you think, HEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEE.

And then, you meet someone.  And you pray, Come On God! It’s my freaking turn.

And then, you meet someone.  And you do it all over again.

And that my friends, is how I roll.

Life Life Life

1) Miss Emilee had a bit of the rebound of the piggy flu from last week.  She was fine on Wednesday but went downhill fast again on Thursday.  Her fevers were high, and it scared me.  She’s not a fever-ie kid, never really has been.  So to see a high of 104.3?  Yeah, it bothered me.  Thankfully, she started feeling better by Saturday and she was back to her old self again Sunday.  Whew.  Now let’s keep our fingers crossed … still no flu for me.

2) With Emilee being home from school last week, and us being quarantined so much, Em’s dad was making daily trips to my house to visit her and spend time with her.  At one point he arrived when she was taking a nap, so he decided to hang around till she woke up.  It’s odd, we really haven’t lived together in so long and he doesn’t ever come to my house to like, I dunno, stay for longer than a few minutes I guess.    So we were both kinda just sitting there and it was, in all reality, kinda awkward.  I finally was like, “Do you want a cup of coffee or something?” and he says no, he’s going to go outside and do my leaves for me.

*Blink*

And yes, that’s exactly what he did.  He mowed my lawn and got all the leaves out front for me.  (My city picks up leaves that fall if you put them at the curb.)

I’ve decided to invite him over always when Emilee takes a nap, I’d get a lot of shit done around my house.

3) I spoke to Irishman yesterday!  He’s doing fine and well and is happy as he was signed to another two years to perform in his current Pub.  He said he had just been in New York and man, it was cold there so he bought a … ready for this one?

A Snuggie.

I paused before laughing and said, “As seen on TV?”

Then I laughed.  A lot, and told him if he was here I’d have been pointing and laughing at him.

4) My office was closed yesterday.  I missed so much work last week with Em being sick, I practically ran into work today ready to hug Googlie and Twitch.  Clearly I was the only one feeling this way.  PFFFFT.

5) I am not cut out to be a stay at home mom.  At all.

6) The smell of coffee at two o’clock makes me a happy QTMama.  Mmmmm, coffee.  Speaking of, RE – as soon as I can get to the post office, I will mail you the bitter tasting SHIT, yes that is SHIT, that you recommended I buy.  TERRIBLE.  Fail.

7) I have to laugh, you guys are awesome.  I’ve had a few notes wondering why I’m not blogging, hoping everything is okay, etc.  Thank you guys.  I feel loved and love you right back.    *MWAH*

8 ) Wingman!  W I N G M A N!

STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP

Where have you been?

Blog Trolls, Piggy Flu and DJBlueEyes

I’ve been pretty lucky in my blogging actually.  I’ve not had many blog trolls.  What? What is a blog troll you may ask?  Well, let me give you the definition I found, online:

Troll: In Internet slang, a troll is someone who posts controversial, inflammatory, irrelevant or off-topic messages in an online community, such as an online discussion forum, chat room or blog, with the primary intent of provoking other users into an emotional response or of otherwise disrupting normal on-topic discussion.

Ahhh trolls.  You know, I am all for constructive commentary.  In fact, even commentary that is in disagreement with my position is welcome, as long as it’s presented in such a manner that is … I dunno, reasonable.  Sane. But those that come and comment on blogs that attack the person, their beliefs, their family, their readers?  Yeah, those people are trolls.  And they are simply, in my opinion, not welcome … here.  Perhaps some bloggers welcome the controversy.  And if so, that is your right.  It IS your blog.

Thankfully, I’ve got me no trolls … yet.  I’m assuming my time will come too.  Of course, this post may just prompt one to pop out of their dungeon!  *Laugh*   And while I won’t mention any blogs by name, you know who you are, and know this too. You’ve a great blog, you’re a great mom and I heart you.  :)

Oink Oink

Ohhhhhhh, I’ve missed my blog!  I’ve missed my work! I’ve missed Googlie and Twitch (a.k.a. Boobs)!  I’ve missed each of you! I’ve missed reading your blogs!

Where have I been?  Miss Emilee has tested positive for Swine Flu.  Yup, the H1N1 has hit our household.  My poor girl has been sick since Saturday, with her fever reaching as high as 103.7 at one point.  Even with Tylenol/Motrin, she still had the fever at around 100 at the lowest.  I about fell off the table at the doctor’s office when they told us she tested positive!  However, the good news is, she’s doing SO MUCH BETTER and has not had a fever for over 24 hours at this point.  So far, I feel fine.  I’m keeping my fingers crossed.

I did not get her vaccinated for the H1N1.  Her dad and I discussed this at length, and it was our decision together to not get the vaccination.  She does not have asthma, diabetes or any type of breathing issues.   And now, well now she’s built her own antibodies to the strain, and yes, I’m okay with that.

As a side note, I’m not trying to start any sort of controversy here, people!  :)  I’m just sayin …

 

Oink Oink.

I have much catching up to do, I’m sure many of you will have some QT Comment Bombs!!

 

 

Things I Love About This Blog

It’s interesting to me, this crazy world of blogging.  We are a community.   The definition of community?  ”A group sharing common characteristics or interests and perceived or perceiving itself as distinct in some respect from the larger society within which it exists.”  While my specific genre is that of Single Parenthood, we all know I blog about other things as well. The Weird Things, the dating, the daughter, etc.  Yet my single parent friends are still here, rooting me on, giving me support in times of need, laughing with me and so on.    And then I have the non-single parent friends that are here as well.  This blog has brought me not only into a new community, but brought me friends I know I’ll have for this lifetime.  I’m thankful.

I love that my family does not know about my blog.  Not mom, dad or any of my relatives.

I love that only my super close friends know about my blog.  ShaNaNa, Jenn, Wingman and LetEmBreathe.  Yup, always and forever friends.

Happily Ever After and Practicality

In a recent conversation with a friend of mine, we were speaking of relationships, past and present, and what we are looking for now versus what we were looking for in our twenties.

And it made me smile.  You know, when I married my husband, I did it because I did love him.  I loved him as much as a 22-year-old girl can.  He was (and still is) a good man, a great father and all around a good guy.  I married him believing with my  heart and soul that he was my happily ever after.  And as we grew up, we grew apart.  Combine that with the fact that we had very little chemistry (read: not good for your sex life) and I realize now, with these 37-year-old eyes, that it was doomed.  I do believe had the chemistry been there, we’d be together.  And happy.  But it wasn’t, and I admit to yearning for more.  A lot more.

And then I found the Chemistry.  (Read: Dick).  Oh boy did I find some chemistry.  And when I found that chemistry, I realized all the things that had been missing in my marriage.  Or so I thought.  Because even though I found that chemistry, there was still no happily ever after.  Like, at all.  *Eye Roll* I wanted there to be, I worked for there to be, but alas, no one can have happily ever after with a complete knob.

I think, when I was younger, I wanted that happily ever after.  And as I’ve grown up, grown wiser perhaps, I can look at relationships with more practical eyes and know what it is that I’m wanting out of a relationship.   Chemistry? Yes, and not only in the bedroom.  Happily Ever After?  Yes, and not only for me but for Miss Emilee.

So basically, I’m looking for it all.  Everything.  The whole damn package.

That’s not so much to ask, is it?  Really?

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